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[intense music]

Knight to King 1.

Lovely.

Yes.

[music continues]

[Man on radio] Bridge, CIC.

We have a surface contact
bearing 270 in 2000 yards.

Just appeared.

Bridge, aye.

Ask the lookouts
what they see in the port beam.

Check port beam, 2000 yards.

Bridge, aye.

Lookouts report what appears to be
a submarine, sir.

A submarine?

[dramatic music]

I saw a World War ll
German U-boat.

What did you see?

Same thing, sir.

Signals. Raise'em on the light.

Get their name and nationality.

Aye, aye, sir.

[music continues]

"And give...

na--nationality."

Tell them to stand clear.
I'm armed and dangerous.

Captain.

"Stand clear?"

Who the devil
does he think he is?

Tell him he's entering
US territorial waters

and to stand clear.

- Repeat, stand clear.
- Aye, sir.

- Order general quarters.
- Sound general quarters.

[alarm blaring]

[dramatic music]

She's coming
to general quarters.

Stand by to dive.

Start sending our message.

She's maintaining
course and speed, sir.

Very well.
Bring all guns to bear.

Yes, sir.

[music continues]

[whirring]

The idiots! They're turning
their guns on us.

Fire, torpedo room.
Fire One.

[whooshing]

Take it on. Dive, dive, dive.

She's diving, sir.

Lookout reports torpedo wake,
port corner, sir.

[whooshing]

Left full rudder.
All ahead flank.

- Left full rudder, aye, sir.
- All ahead flank, aye, sir.

Very well.

[intense music]

[chuckles] Well, I didn't really think

we'd hit'em
with one of those antiques.

But at least we made'em
sit up and take notice.

Next time they won't be so rash.

[music continues]

Thank you.

Signal bridge
received this message

before they submerged, sir.

"Demand $20 million
or will contaminate."

- Is that the whole message?
- Yes, sir.

That's all they sent
before the dive.

[sighs] Whoever that is
has got to be crazy!

Take a flash message
to fleet headquarters.

Have evaded torpedo
fired from what appears to be

a World War II German U-boat.

[dramatic music]

[Man 1] It looks good
at NASA One.

[Man 2] Roger.
BCS Arm switch is on.

[Man 1] Okay, Victor.

[Man 2] Landing Rocket Arm switch is on.

Here comes the throttle.
Circuit breakers in.

- [Steve] We have separation.
- [Man 2] Roger.

[Man 3] Inboards and outboards are on.

I'm comin' forward
with the side stick.

- [Man 1] All looks good.
- [Man 2] Uh, roger.

[Steve] I've got a blowout,
damper three!

- [Man 2] Get your pitch to zero.
- [Steve] Pitch is out.

[Steve] I can't hold altitude.

[Man 2] Correction.
Alpha Hold is off.

Turn selectors... Emergency!

[Steve] Flight Com,
I can't hold it.

She's breaking up.
She's break...

[explosion]

[Rudy] Steve Austin, astronaut.

A man barely alive.

[Oscar] Gentlemen,
we can rebuild him.

We have the technology.

We have the capability to make
the world's first bionic man.

Steve Austin will be that man.

Better than he was before.

Better, stronger, faster.

[whirring]

[theme music]

[dramatic music]

Oh, good. You're here.

I'm sorry to cancel your leave, Steve,

but I need you.
Something big is brewing.

Yeah, I was briefed
on the plane.

- Did they show you this?
- No. What is it?

It's an interior design
of a seven-sea German U-Boat.

Just like the kind that fired
on our Destroyer this morning.

I want you to memorize it.

You may be paying a visit
to whatever's down there.

Meanwhile, I gotta do some
fast explaining to the navy.

They're due here any minute.

[intense music]

Surface blow ballast.

[air hissing]

Not all the drain tanks
are clearing.

She can't take another dive like
the one we did this morning.

Uh, U-509 is a basket case.

But within the boards,
she'll hold up for another $20 million

worth of service.

"Twenty-million dollars
or will contaminate."

Will contaminate what?

With what?

That's why
the chief of naval operations

has agreed to a 24-hour hold
on all naval action

against the U-509.

We need time to,
time to find out.

Well, we agree with your caution, Oscar,

but we got to know what we're up against.

Every available agent is tracing clues
all the way to Bonn, admiral.

My hunch is that the U-509

will attempt to complete
this message,

and then we'll take it
from there.

That's right.

But you understand
we can't sit idle, Oscar.

The Destroyer on the scene
is trying to pinpoint

that sub's location right now.

And other ASW units
have been alerted.

I understand your position, gentlemen,

and I understand your responsibility.

At the same time, you have to try to...

[intercom buzzing]

Excuse me. Yes?

[indistinct chatter on phone]

Good.

All right. I've got it.

That was a signal relayed by
the Coast Guard from the U-509.

Precise and to the point.

- What are their demands?
- None yet.

They want a man
representing the government

to be at Discovery Point
at 6 am tomorrow morning.

We try anything funny,
and 20 million people will die.

- A bluff?
- Perhaps.

But at least let's try to get
a look at their whole card.

Steve, I want you at Discovery Point

tomorrow morning at 6 am.

Something may happen where,

where only you might be able
to handle it.

What position do I bargain from?

Just listen.
Find out everything you can.

How can they threaten
20 million people?

I mean, what's aboard
that submarine, Oscar?

Toward the end of World War ll,
the Nazis were experimenting

with a great many
secret weapons.

Unless I missed my guess,

somebody found themselves
a submarine

with something unexpected inside.

[intense music]

[seagulls squawking]

[engine revving]

[ship horn blaring]

[birds chirping]

I saw you walk on the moon.

You reminded me of myself
at that age.

Proud, devoted to duty.

Dangerously naive.

And I'm very pleased.

I think my little rendezvous
deserves someone of your caliber.

It's, um, it's Austin, isn't it?

And you?

Irrelevant and not important.

That doesn't sound like a man
who's holding

the entire East Coast for ransom.

What do I sound like to you?

A dangerous man
bent on an impossible mission?

Come on, make your pitch.

Very well.

Midnight tonight, $20 million,

air-dropped, 72 degrees,

30 east by 39 degrees, 15 north,

in an airtight drum
with a UHF transmitter.

- You want them in small bills?
- Don't joke.

If you foul up on one minor detail,

you can kiss
20 million people goodbye.

You know,
I think it's time you explain

how you plan to do that.

The U-509.

She was launched by the Nazis
late in the war

in a very unpleasant mission
against the United States,

but she went down off Nova Scotia

when a patrol plane
damaged her steering.

Yeah, we know you have the sub,
but what you haven't explained

is how you plan to kill
20 million people.

Gas, Mr. Austin.

The U-509 is crammed
to the gunnels

with highly-toxic nerve gas.

One flip of the switch,
it bubbles to the surface

and the wind does the rest.

Everything within a radius
of 80 miles dies.

Now, I know
what you're thinking,

but, um, if I'm not back
in one hour,

the gas will be released.

How do I contact you
if the government

agrees to your terms?

Well, you can't,
so I suggest that you, uh,

see that they do agree.

And before you, uh,

deliver your psychological profile
on me,

as I'm sure
you've been instructed to do,

tell'em
I'm not some idiot extortionist

trying to get
into the evening papers.

Good day.

And, um, one more thing.

The gas is stored
in water-soluble containers.

If you sink us,
the gas will be automatically released.

[dramatic music]

[metal creaking]

Nerve gas.

That's just too incredible
to make up.

I'm gonna have to believe it,
Steve.

Well, he looked and sounded like
a World War II sub-commander.

- Mm-hmm.
- English.

And the same as you and I.

If we can get some prints out
of that armrest you brought in,

we'll contact the Royal Navy.

Meanwhile, I wanna get you
down on that sub.

[chuckles] You're talking like
you know where it is.

The navy does.

We got it over the radio
while you were on the Point.

It's sitting in 300 feet of water,
a couple of miles off Cape May.

- Well, then we got him.
- Up to a point.

Our 24 hours is almost up

and the navy wants
to either surface that U-boat

or sink it.

[intense music]

I don't buy it, Oscar.

Submarine skulking around,
loaded with nerve gas.

Nazi revenge.

We sank it once before, didn't we?

We were lucky.

We confirmed the U-509 mission,
admiral,

from the German Naval Archives.
Here.

Oscar...

I'm not about to attack that sub

when there's a danger
of Americans getting hurt.

But we can't just sit around
and pay them.

And now what's the alternative?

- I have an idea.
- I'm listening.

Send a man down there
to check the sub.

If there are no gas canisters,

we'll issue
an order of surrender.

And if there are,

we'll seal the gas canisters

in a plastic-reinforced case.

And then we'll eject it
out of the submarine.

[chuckles]

That's a fine idea.

And that class U-boat does have

a double-hatched
rescue compartment.

[scoffs] But there is no diver
in the world

that could open
that outer hatch at 300 feet.

I was thinking of Colonel Austin.

King Kong couldn't open a hatch
at that depth.

[intense music]

[upbeat music]

[clanging]

Good grief.

This is a prerequisite
of going to the moon?

I'll explain it to you later.

Sorry to mishandle
government property, admiral.

Well, that's okay, son.

That's okay.

Steve, once you get in the water,
you can't communicate.

You're on your own.

Find out if there's any gas in that sub.

If there isn't, get out of there fast.

Once I find the canisters,
I'm supposed to seal them in this.

Right.

[sighs]

Good luck, pal.

[water splashing]

[intense music]

[intense music]

Passing directly above us.

Moving away.

Didn't even slow down.

[exhales sharply]
Some weekend hotshot

out playing sailor.

How many poor slobs buy a boat

and they think they got
the world by the tail?

Tell us again how you're gonna
spend your share, Covell.

Lewis can only think
about booze and broads.

You give it the master's touch.

All right.

First I'd construct a challenger

for the America's Cup.

And it's something
that I designed myself.

Six-thousand square feet
of rigging.

And she'll just move smooth
over that water like fog.

[chuckling]

Not like this piece of junk.

I just hope she holds together
long enough for the payoff.

Her pumps are shot,
the batteries are so eaten away

we're lucky to get 45 minutes
of juice each dive.

There's more rust on her
than a coffin nail.

The US Navy could sink us
with a dirty look.

Oh, come on now.

I've been on worse boats
than this.

I remember in '40, uh,

we were caught in shallow water
off Sicily and...

[scoffs] and the Jerries,

for seven hours
threw everything at us.

The only thing
that kept that tub together

was the guts and ingenuity
of the crew.

And I was serving
for something like, um,

ten bob a day.

[water bubbling]

Lewis, uh, go and get
my chess book like a good chap.

Will ya? Old Spanish attack.

It's the one with the brown cover
on the left,

where Shoemacher is.

- I need it.
- Yes, sir.

Hm.

[clanging]

[intense music]

[clattering]

Fourteen hours to go.

Now, calm is relative,
Shoemacher.

509 has been waiting
for this day for over 30 years.

[music continues]

T--they will pay up, won't they?

I mean,
they believe we have the gas.

Of course, they don't believe it.

You know,
I've been giving this a lot of thought.

No world power
with its egotistical mentality

can deal rationally
with a situation like this.

But then
how do we convince them?

We show them that this nightmare
is reality.

In a few hours, I'm going to give
the United States government

a lesson in humility.

And I think about 30,000
casualties might just do it.

[music continues]

[clanging]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[footsteps thudding]

Something's gotten into the sub.

That's crazy.

Well, this didn't get in here by itself.

Where did you find it?

Yeah, at the torpedo room
on the deck.

And it's still wet.

All right, get the rest
of the crew together.

Got to find out
how that got in here.

The prints from the armrest

belong to this man, admiral.

"Bulman, Henry C. Formerly
of Her Majesty's Royal Navy.

Discharged in April 1949."

He was one of England's
most-decorated submariners.

"In 1941,
north of Tunisian coast,

he sank four enemy troop
transports in as many hours.

Fifteen-thousand men
were drowned."

Our friend in the U-509

has killed helpless people before.

[water gurgling]

Nothing.

He must be invisible.

- Well, it ain't natural.
- Stow it, Lewis.

This is not a spook house.

And check the lockers.

[screams]

[panting]

If it attacks again, Lewis,
shoot to kill.

[intense music]

[music continues]

Now, let that be a lesson to you all.

Like a good submariner,
I chose my point of ambush

and let the, uh, enemy
come to me.

What's this?

It's garbage now.

Gentlemen, this is Steve Austin,

Astronaut extraordinary.

He seems to be
some sort of a go-between

of the United States government.

How did you get in here?

The hatch.

At 300 feet?

Well, I'm here.

And the navy knows
exactly where you are.

Oh, yes, the navy knows
exactly where we are.

But when you come
to think about it,

it, uh, really doesn't matter,
does it?

Because if they were
going to attack,

they wouldn't have sent you.

No one's ever seen
this gas of yours.

Oh, now I understand.

You were sent here
to find the gas

and take it away
in a little dilly bag.

How theatrical.

Let's take a walk, shall we?

All right, come on.
Let's go. Let's go.

[knocking on door]

There is no nerve gas
on board the sub.

The U-509 was transporting

six Nazi war criminals
to South America.

The gas story was just a ruse
to keep the Allies from attacking her.

It's all here
in this old War Department

intelligence report.

Somehow, the word never got out
and our boys sank her

same way they would
any other enemy sub.

This report is dated November 1945.

Seven months
after the U-509 was sunk.

Could mean they were just
covering up the tracks

of those six Nazis.

Oscar, we've got to at least
consider the possibility

that Bulman is bluffing.

And it's my responsibility
to see that the lunatic

doesn't put his next torpedo
in a US cruise ship.

Well, what about Colonel Austin?

Well, he has been down
for four hours.

We don't even know
if he made it to the sub.

We're given till 1600,
and then we've got to go in.

[intense music]

[Bulman] Very well, Mr. Austin.

Take a good look, friend.

After I've let your leaders
thump their chests

for a little while longer,

I'm going to release
one of those little gems.

Make an example
of several thousand people

just to make sure
that the money is on the way.

I still don't believe you'd do it.

[chuckles]

When your enemy has no face,

it's an easy thing to do,

whether it's for God and country...

or for $20 million.

[dramatic music]

[water gurgling]

You think I'm a monster, don't you?

What did your government give you
for going to the moon, Austin?

A couple of ticker tape parades
and a medal?

They risked your life.

What have you got
to show for it?

The view I had from a quarter
of a million miles out

is worth more than money.

[chuckles] You are naive.

About as naive as I was
trying to be the bloody hero.

And after it was all over,

a grateful government
ruined my family's business

with massive takeovers and...

My family, my wife, friends,

my self-respect, all gone.

They owe me.

Now you're getting your due.

Tell me something, during the war,

did you fight against the Nazis

or for them?

Check.

[horn blaring]

The area is being watched closely.

We've seen no sign
of Colonel Austin.

And we've no evidence
there's any gas aboard that sub.

- I'm sorry.
- Admiral.

I'd like to... request a personal favor.

- Make it a limited attack.
- What do you mean?

Limited attack to one Destroyer
and conventional depth charges.

That way, the sub might surface.

Most likely, it'll just sink.

But at least
they'll have a chance that way.

All right, a limited attack.

Thank you, Admiral Prescott.

I want to express my thanks
to the navy on all this.

Where are you going?

I'm going to review the contingencies

for the evacuation
of the Eastern Seaboard.

[intense music]

[door opens]

How did you open that outer hatch?

- I said the magic word.
- Oh.

How did you happen
to sign on board with him?

I'm a submariner
in the Royal Navy.

I was on leave, and I happened
to meet this fellow

who was looking
for someone like me.

The idea of earning
two million dollars American

while on my holiday
was rather appealing.

Yeah, I can imagine.

- What's the matter?
- Oh!

Uh, these, uh, things
give me claustrophobia.

You know, all those lives, I...

I just don't see
how you can do it.

You mean, let go of the gas?

I can live with it.

Where is the, uh,
release mechanism?

There ain't none.
We just say the magic word.

[creaking]

[alarm blaring]

[rattling]

[intense music]

Surface propellers moving fast.

Two-thousand yards and closing.

Good work.

It's slowing.

We are nearing.

God, it's calm.

Skipper! Skipper!

[Bulman] I think
you'd better stop this nonsense

before you regret it, Austin.

My finger's on a white button.

A little more pressure
and a canister will be released,

courtesy of Steve Austin.

[Bulman] So I suggest
you surrender quietly.

Now.

[music continues]

[firing]

I don't know what you hope
to accomplish by running.

You can't get to the gas,
and there's no place to hide.

[Covell] Yeah, this guy
keeps bugging me the way

he keeps popping in here.

[whirring]

[explosions]

[explosion]

[indistinct yelling]

Get to your stations!

[clanging]

[intense music]

[banging]

We're hit!

[banging]

[Man on radio] Bridge, Sonar.

We're picking up
secondary explosions.

It sounds like
the sub might be breaking up.

Bridge, aye.

Cease the depth charging.

Notify fleet headquarters
we're holding the attack

until sonar information
can be evaluated.

- We might have hit.
- Yes, sir.

I don't get it.

I could have sworn we'd taken
a bad one at this end.

- Damage?
- Nothing. Tight as a drum.

And our friend here?

- Fared better than the rest of us.
- Did he?

Secondary explosions.

- Any toxic material?
- None.

Right. Resume the attack.
Notify Mr. Goldman.

Now, somebody out there
is not convinced.

I'm gonna release
one of those canisters

as we've planned, right now.

Yeah, but wait a minute, skipper.

You're not really gonna pop
one of those canisters, are you?

I mean, it's all been a bluff, right?

- Wrong! No bluff.
- There's people out there.

[Bulman] Well, think of the people
down here, Shoemacher.

We give in now, they'll throw
you in a cell so small,

it will make this tub
feel like a grand hotel.

[explosion]

[explosions]

She's back.
Laying a saturation pattern.

[Bulman] Break torpedo tube
one and two.

Lewis, Covell, fill number two
with, uh, bedding.

Anything that will float.
Make them think we're finished.

And, and, uh, vent some slick
on the surface, all right?

You won't get away with it.

Any schoolboy who's been
to the movies knows that trick.

If you wanna stay alive,
you better surface, and fast.

[laughs] You're absolutely right,
Mr. Austin.

Of course, it won't work.

Unless, of course,
we turned up something

a little more convincing, like, um,

your body.

I mean, well, he's not a body.

You fire him out of the torpedo
at 2 to 300 feet

without any oxygen, and he will be.

Get him into number one.

[dramatic music]

Flood one and two.

One flooded.

Two flooded.

Open outer doors one and two.

Fire two.

Two fired.

Now, this one's mine.

[intense music]

[intense music]

Close out the doors
one and two.

[rumbling]

It could be an old trick.
I've gotta make absolutely certain.

Secure the depth charging.

We'll just sit and listen.

U-509 isn't going anywhere.

It worked.

The fools think they've got us.

What good is that?

Can't you see something's
going on with the scam?

They're trying to sink us,
not pay us.

Covell's right.
The money's not coming.

I'm gonna release
some of the gas.

Just enough to convince the navy
we're serious.

Any objections?

Right. Let's do it.

[intense music]

[clanging]

[knocking on door]

Ah!

Stay away from me.

Don't touch me. Ugh!
You're supposed to be dead!

I didn't wanna put you in that tube.
It was Bulman.

- Ow!
- How is the gas released?

Electrical switches.

Control room. Forward panel.

Ah!

[music continues]

[clanging]

[electricity crackling]

[Bulman] What the devil?
Get some light in here, will you?

If I can get that torch [inaudible]

The government man in the ship!
I, I think he's cut the power.

Good God! How many times
do I got to kill that man?

Ah!

[metal creaking]

I'm in command of the sub now.

Anybody that doesn't like it
can take a walk.

You're the skipper.

[metal creaking]

I'll be right back.

[creaking]

[gas hissing]

Scuttling charges!

[explosion]

[Man on radio] Bridge, this is Sonar.

We just heard another explosion

at about 200 feet.

- Get him.
- Uh...

[all clamoring]

She's gonna sink so deep,
she'll implode.

The gas will escape,
and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Where are the pumps?

Well, they may help
in a minor emergency.

You're talking about
thousands of gallons of water.

- Where are they?
- Aft.

They're near the torpedo room.

[intense music]

You've gotta move it!
Come on, move it!

You, too.

I took my shot and missed.

I'm gonna go down with her.

That's what you think.

[Steve] There went the bow tank!

[Shoemacher] We'll be squeezed
like a bloody accordion.

[Steve] Come on, let's go!

[grunting]

That blast twisted it!
We're never gonna get this open!

Let me at her.

[metal creaking]

- Where's the pump?
- There.

What was that?

Hit rock bottom.
She can't go any deeper.

Well, they're deep now.
It doesn't matter.

Can this thing be operated manually?

Forget it, Austin.

- We're dead men.
- Answer me!

[metal creaking]

[metal creaking]

[laughs]

[laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

All right, before this thing
stands on its end,

can anybody fly it?

- You've got a deal.
- Thank God!

[indistinct chatter]

[horn blaring]

[creaking]

[dramatic music]

[intense music]

[seagulls squeaking]

Well, if you'll excuse
my choice of words,

I'm sure glad to see you
in one piece.

Well, it's good to be that way.

So that's the gas, huh?

Where's Bulman?

They just took him away
with the rest of his crew.

He's gonna spend a long time
in another kind of tin can.

Uh, you know, it's funny.

He was the one who really saved

all those millions of people
he was threatening.

Bulman saved them?

If it hadn't been for him,
the 509 would have

stayed on the bottom.

The sea would've eventually
rusted away the hull

and released the gas.

In a way, he did us all a favor.

Well, pal... let's go home.

[theme music]