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[theme 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 coming forward
with the side stick.

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

[Steve] I've got a blow out,
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 breaking...

[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.

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Of course, we have all
the latest electronics

on board, Oscar.

Sonar scrambling,

sub-surface communication,

echolocation, and so on.

Along with the missile
and torpedo aiming devices,

which OSI won't require,

since the ship
will be completely unarmed.

[Oscar] Steve.

Captain Bob Welbeck,
Colonel Steve Austin.

Nice to meet you.
Welcome aboard.

- [high-pitched beep]
- Thank you, captain.

Uh, that would be
Admiral Prescott, I believe.

Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me.

Okay, Oscar,
I've had the grand tour.

Now, why am I here?

The Stingray was decommissioned
by the navy

and assigned to the OSI
by the Pentagon.

This is supposed to be
a shakedown cruise

with Admiral Prescott
checking us out

from above on a tender.

It's much more than that.

But why do you need me
on a nuclear sub?

The first unit of our Electronic

Deep-Sea Distant Warning
System was installed

for testing last month.

Suddenly, it stopped sending.

- Any reason why?
- We're not sure.

It could be sabotage.

We'll try an undersea repair,
but if that doesn't work,

I can't risk leaving it there.

So you want me
to break it up, huh?

Well, it's either that
or a big operation

with divers, barges,
and all kinds of equipment.

It would attract the attention
of foreign vessels

within a 50-mile radius.

- Oscar!
- Admiral Prescott.

I believe you remember
Colonel Steve Austin.

- Of course.
- Admiral.

I haven't seen you since SEALAB.

I hope you find the Stingray
more comfortable.

I'm sure I will. Thank you, sir.

Well, Oscar, if you're ready,

we'll go aboard the tender.

Stingray should be loaded
and underway

in a few minutes.

If any of those cans
are dented--

Sorry, chief.
It was an accident.

[dramatic music]

[device beeping]

Hey, Cain.
What are you doing under there?

- Got 'em all, chief.
- Come on. Get crackin'.

We gotta get off this ship.

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Message from Stingray, sir.
She's preparing to dive.

Thank you.

Let's go below.

Down below. Take her down
to 200 feet and hold.

- Aye, sir.
- Dive. Dive.

Ten degrees, down bubble.

Flooding 1 and 3 from the sea.

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Eighty feet.

Ninety feet.

One hundred feet.

Sonar report?

Empty bottom, one-fifty below.

No forward obstructions.

Bob.

What, you got a problem, Steve?

I'm picking up a stray output
on this channel.

See that?

You got any idea
what's causing it?

I don't know.

If we weren't alone down here,
I'd say this was recording

some low-frequency
communications.

I want it checked out,
just to be on the safe side.

[device beeping]

[Cynthia] One hundred
and thirty feet.

One hundred and forty feet.

No change in speed or angle.

[Morgan] Come to me, Stingray.
Oh, she's beautiful, isn't she?

Just like she's answering
the commands you gave her, dad.

She is. She had to come in
to repair the warning system.

[Parker] Captain, the men
are in their wet suits.

They're ready to enter
the air lock

whenever you say the word.

Put a hold on it, Parker.

We're gonna get ourselves
a marvelous submarine.

[Cynthia] Hundred
and seventy five feet.

Reducing speed.

Hundred and eighty feet.

Hundred and eighty five feet.

Trimming out.

Now!

[explosion]

[alarm blaring]

No rudder response, captain.

The trim control's gone, sir.

We're settling fast.

Blow the tanks.
Emergency.

- Power's gone, sir.
- Sonar?

[Man 4] We've got
about 60 feet under us.

There's a sandy bottom
dropping ahead

and there's some sort of
rock formation to the right.

The Stingray is in trouble.

How long you've been getting
these readings?

Thirty seconds ago.

I reported to the bridge

as soon as they started.

Stop engines.

If she hits the rocks,

it could tear a hole
in her side.

We're in a lateral current.

It's pushing us broadside
right into those rocks.

This is the captain.

All hands, man your
emergency stations.

Stand by for a jolt.

Fifty-five.

Fifty.

Forty-five.

Forty.

Thirty-five.

Thirty.

Twenty-five.

Twenty.

Ten.

Five.

[rumbling]

[indistinct clamoring]

Hang on.
I'll get it off of you.

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- You okay?
- I think so.

Hit the emergency lights.

Send up
an emergency marker buoy!

[tense music]

[intercom beeping]

Colonel Austin.

Steve? Oscar. Are you alright?

I don't think anybody's hurt,
but the ship's dead down here.

Put the captain on.

Right. Captain.

Admiral Prescott here.

Captain Welbeck, sir.

I don't know what caused it,

but we're taking on some water.

A number of systems are out.

No sir, I can't give
you a damage report yet,

but I think we should
get the crew topside

and then get back here
with a repair party of divers.

Right.
I'll go with your judgment.

Right, sir.

All hands. All hands.

This is the captain.

Prepare to abandon ship.

[alarm blaring]

Compressed air is being vented.

I hear something
banging against metal.

Could they be trapped in there?

Parker, I wanted that submarine
taken over undamaged,

and the crew to escape unharmed.

You were supposed to survey
the rocks, the currents

and find a soft bottom
for the Stingray.

I do hope your incompetence

has not endangered the crew
or the ship.

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They're all out.

Shall I put our men aboard
to begin repairs, sir?

A damage survey party'll
be sent down.

We don't make a move
until they're convinced

the Stingray is off limits.

Yes, sir.

Cynthia, you know what to do.

Right.

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It just doesn't make sense.

The Stingray was
in top condition

when the navy
turned it over to the OSI.

And then we double-checked.

- Now, what happened?
- It was sudden.

First one system,
then the other.

There was a line
on the oscilloscope.

Then I remember seeing
a piece of conduit

floating in the bilge.

Well, there's no way
that could have been there

without being blown out.

Did you hear an explosion,

see any other evidence?

No.

We'll get some answers

when the survey crew comes back.

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[Steve] Sharks!

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Send out the work party
to the sub.

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We got down to about 100 feet,
then the sharks came at us.

I counted at least four of them.

[Prescott] I don't care
where you have to pull strings,

just get that bathysphere
out here on the double.

Well, we still don't know
any more than we did before.

Look, I'm sorry, sir,
but it was impossible

to get any closer to the sub.

They were all over us.

Frankly, I think it's a miracle
we got out of there

without any injuries.

Thank you for the try,
lieutenant.

The bathysphere is on its way.

How long, admiral?

At best, three hours.

That may be too late.

By then, the sub
could be completely flooded.

Is there a shark cage on board?

Yes, sir.

Steve, it's too dangerous

for you to go down there,
even with a cage.

I want to know what caused
that interference on the scope

in the Stingray.

It looked like
transmission feed.

Someone sending
or receiving a signal

on my bank of circuits.

Do you think
it might be related to that

piece of blown-out conduit?

That could be,
but we had trouble

before I could check on it.

Oscar, I just don't
like the coincidence.

Something's going on down there

that maybe we haven't
figured on.

I think I better get back
into that sub now.

[dramatic music]

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Stingray to Command.
The water's almost all gone.

The main hatch is secured.

Damage to rudder
and diving control?

The line should be repaired
in half an hour.

Good. Stand by.
[Parker] Roger.

Dad, there's a small
metal object descending,

passing 110 feet,
just over the sub.

Switch on
the sonar-scrambling generator.

[Parker] Will do.

Get rid of it.

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[Steve] Hold it.
I'm surrounded by sharks.

The cage is taking
quite a beating.

Hold the winch.

Steve?

Steve, can you hear me?

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Tell Sonar I want to know
where that cage is.

[sighing]

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Hold it.

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[tense music]

He won't be any problem,
Ms. Gray land.

I'm sorry. I hoped you'd be gone
before anyone realized

what we're doing here.

You may make
"Guinness Book of Records"

first hijack of a nuclear sub.

Arrangements will be made
for you to be rescued

at the proper time.

When are you gonna be
finished here?

The lines are repaired.
I'll test the engines.

It'll be
just a matter of minutes.

We'll be underway.
Then nobody can stop us.

I don't think
you'll be getting underway.

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[metal creaking]

- No man could--
- Little hard to steer.

- Satellite to Command.
- Go ahead.

There's gonna be
a slight delay on the repair.

- Why?
[Cynthia] I'll explain.

I'm coming back.
In just a minute.

How long would it
take you to rig

some kind of steering system?

That could be several hours.

- Did you hear that?
- Yes.

Uh, make sure
the sonar scrambler's kept on.

Right.

Get one of your men in scuba gear

so we can take him with us.

What, him? He's too dangerous.

Do you have a better
suggestion, Parker?

You just go back to the cave,
and I'll take care of him.

I can guess how.

Now, look, we all have too much
at stake in this for you--

My father is giving you orders.

You do as you're told.

We can't take any chances
with you,

so don't pull anything.

Well, I wouldn't want to
irritate the fella

with a harpoon gun.

Put on your gear.

We're going for a little swim.

[tense music]

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All our necks are on the block,

and she's afraid
of hurting anybody?

Yeah. Like her old man.
Soft.

That guy that tore out
the steering gear

is trouble as long
as he's alive down there.

That might not be
too much longer.

Let me pick the right moment,
when I get back to the cave.

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Why can't we make sonar contact?

We had a clear scan earlier

when I made a routine check.

That's scrambled transmission.

Deliberately scrambled.

The automatic scrambling
equipment aboard the sub

was designed to kick in
if it came under attack.

Something might have set it off.

Something, or someone.

Drop hydrophones.

Cynthia tells me that
you did something

no man could possibly do
in tearing out that wheel.

I know how you feel. I don't
believe what I saw either.

Your daughter
controlling a batch

of man eaters in the open sea.

She's a remarkable girl.

A marine biologist
who isn't limited

to conventional thinking.

Something I've been
fighting for years.

Now I tried to convince the navy

that sharks could be trained,
Colonel Austin.

Well, you know who I am.
That puts you one up on me.

I'm Morgan Gray land.

A former captain in the
United States Navy Submarines.

Unfortunately not as well-known
as the astronaut that...

Cynthia.

I held, briefly,
a desk job at the Pentagon.

I heard rumors about you
after the crash.

I didn't pay much attention.

I thought they were
so far-fetched.

Yes, dad?

Go and fetch that
highly sensitive

radiation counter
and check him out.

I don't understand.

Check out his arms and his legs.

See if there's
a radiation reading

above the background level.

[Geiger counter clicking]

It's way above normal.

Yeah.

We are entertaining
a bionic man.

The first and perhaps
the only one.

Those rumors I heard
stopped abruptly.

I realize now that there's
somebody put the lid on it.

- Top secret, right?
- That's your diagnosis.

Nobody's been hurt
up until now.

I hope that continues
to be the case.

That will depend upon you.

You'll have the entire navy
tracking you down.

How long will you last?

Now the ocean is large
and trackless.

However, suppose a search
did turn up

a submarine at a depth
of 300 feet.

You think the navy
would bomb it?

I don't think so.

It could be a Russian sub.

Could be the start
of World War Three.

Anybody who'd believe
a scheme like this

belongs in a straightjacket.

[chuckles] Well,
there are a number of people

who'd agree with you.

Take him to the back room.

Keep alert.

I haven't, uh, seen
that expression on your face

since you were knee high.

When things
weren't going right,

you came in to see me,

just stood there
and waited for me to guess

what was troubling you.

- You were always right.
- Yeah.

Let's see
if I've lost the knack.

- Colonel Austin?
- Not exactly.

Well, I guess I lost it.

What is it?

[sighing]
Nothing.

Goblins.

I was just being silly
for a minute.

I'm too old
to be afraid of goblins

or be concerned
about Steve Austin.

[dramatic music]

Are you alright?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm alright. I...

It was just a twinge.

Your old man is alright.

Believe me.

You like that monster? He's
a special pet of Ms. Grayland's.

No telling what
she can make him do.

I wouldn't try and go swimming
out there if I were you.

Thanks for the advice.

[whistling]

[tapping on wall]

[fingers tapping in distance]

I'm picking something up, sir.

I don't know what it is
and it's not where

the Stingray's supposed to be.

It's a kind of rapping,
but it's muffled by distance.

There's a rhythm like nothing
I'd expect

but... it's too far to be clear.

Get an angle on it.

We'll order
some more hydrophones

and see if we can
identify this sound.

Well, Rudy, what do you think?

Could it be Steve?

What do I think
or what would I like to think?

Give me your best guess.

Steve has enough air
to last a while longer,

but... if he's not
in the sub

and there are sharks
down there...

[whistling]

Stop that!

Why? Don't you like music?

If you wanna tap out
a message,

we can arrange
for you to do so

far less comfortably.

You win.

Tell my father that he tried
to tap a message to the surface.

I've been listening for
those tapping sounds again.

Whatever they were,
they're gone.

Helicopter ready to make landing
with the bathysphere, sir.

- Thank you.
- I'm diving in that sphere.

Whatever problems
Steve's having,

could be related
to his bionics.

The FBI has picked up
a suspect

who may have planted
an explosive device

on the Stingray.

Has he confessed?

No, not yet.
He refuses to talk.

There's more bad news.

He worked at
the Boston Navy Yard last year

when torpedoes and
nuclear missiles were stolen.

I remember that.
They were never recovered.

Are you suggesting
the possibility that

that theft has something to do
with what's going on out here?

I'm only guessing,
and I may be wrong.

The Stingray is in
enemy hands, gentlemen,

and it's armed.

Well, if there's any evidence
that nuclear missiles

are going aboard that sub,
she's got to be blasted

out of the water...

whether Steve Austin
is aboard or not.

You know that.

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[suspenseful music]

You think I'm afraid
to use this gun?

Lady, anybody with sharks
as swimming companions

isn't afraid of anything
as far as I'm concerned.

This another
one of your pets?

[Cynthia] That one's my best work.

It has a brain implant,
which means

that I can
control him electronically.

Remember that if you're
considering an escape attempt.

Do you mind telling me why?

- Why what?
- Why all this.

This cave, those sharks,
the elaborate attempt

to hijack a nuclear submarine.

When my father
was in the navy,

before they, uh,
court martialed him

they thought he was
some kind of a freak.

He spent all his spare time,
day and night

working with sharks to prove
they could be controlled.

The navy doesn't
court-martial an officer

for having an off-beat hobby.

A diver was mangled off
Key West

where my father's work
was being done.

It wasn't one of his sharks.

But they wouldn't believe him

and they wouldn't believe
he could control them.

So what'll he prove
by hijacking a submarine?

The sharks are being used
to get the sub.

Controlled sharks.

And they're gonna listen now.

And I don't have to answer
any more of your questions!

You wouldn't be so angry
if you hadn't asked yourself

the same questions and found
there were no answers.

I love him.

And for the first time
in his life

he's gonna get the recognition
he deserves.

It's the only way to go.

And he believes in that
and so do I.

You don't.

You know it can't work.

Sooner or later,
you'll be caught.

You don't understand this,
do you?

This is his last chance,
and he has to prove himself.

And what happens afterwards,

I'll deal with afterwards.

[soft music]

Either the sharks got Steve,
which I don't believe

or he's being prevented
from making contact.

That means someone's down there.

Who sabotaged the Stingray?
Another sub?

Possibly. And if so,

why did they let Steve
and the crew escape

when the Stingray
was first sunk?

And why are they
holding him now?

Austin.

Did you have a good look?

Yes, the Stingray's gonna have
a full complement of torpedoes.

What are you gonna do?
Have a one-submarine navy

and declare war
on the whole world?

Haven't you ever dreamed of

having the power
to do anything you want

and then sit back
and laugh at anybody

who tries to stop you?

Torpedoes are designed
for one thing,

to sink ships.

Is that how you'll laugh?

You still don't understand.

Come with me.

Williams, fill an air bag,
and pick up those two items.

But don't swim with the others because
Gray land may see you on the monitor.

- Okay?
- Alright.

Of course we don't expect
to use the torpedoes.

But it gives me all
the authority I'll ever need.

Yeah, to do what?

She's a beauty, isn't she?

Fastest thing in the ocean
and deadly.

That's what's so marvelous
about it.

Everybody knows how deadly
a nuclear submarine is.

I pop up in the path of
one of the new luxury liners,

say the Minos.

I ask her to heave to,
send my men aboard...

carry up all the jewels
and money that she's carrying...

and away we go.

It's piracy.

And that's an ancient,
sometimes honorable,

always profitable profession.

I thought this caper
was designed to prove

you could handle sharks.

I was gonna sail the Stingray

into New York Harbor

to show them what I could do
with my sharks.

But this proved to be too good.

And as soon as Cynthia and I
are finished

with our buccaneering, we'll...

We'll buy a lovely, secret isle.

And we'll do our shark research.
Wanna come along?

No, thanks.

The torpedoes are moving out.

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[Gray land] Once the torpedoes
are loaded

and we're off,
nothing's going to stop us.

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Another problem, thanks
to the delay you created.

We would have been
out of here by now.

Torpedoes are being loaded.

If that's reported
to the surface,

we'll be blasted out of here.

Adams! Get him out of here.

Cynthia, I want you to use
the special shark

to eliminate
the bathysphere problem.

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Alright.

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Oscar, can you read me?

I see men transporting a torpedo

to the Stingray.

And there is a shark.

A giant!

Rudy, we're bringing you up.

Do you hear me?

Right.

Doesn't make sense, Oscar.

How can those swimmers
stay alive

with that monster shark
out there?

And they're totally ignoring it!

[device beeping]

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Ah!

Ah!

Rudy, Rudy!
Do you hear me?

Come in!

[grunts]

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There's gotta be a way
to get Rudy up here.

We've ordered
more rescue equipment.

That's hours away.

We don't even know
where Steve is, either.

We can't send men down there.

Apart from the sharks,
we don't know

what they'd be getting into.

They don't know
how to cope with it.

Steve couldn't cope with it.

How could we expect them to?

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Cool it, chum.

You're going nowhere.

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[grunting]

Austin is loose! He's taken
scuba gear from Room Three.

I told you
he should have been killed!

He'll get to the sub.

We can't let him do that.

Cynthia, bring him back.

I've never controlled
the big shark

under these circumstances.

Not against a man.

You can, and you must.

Maybe he's not trying
to get to the Stingray.

Maybe he's trying to get
to the surface.

We can protect the sub
with the sharks,

and once it starts,
we can take off.

I don't think Austin's
the kind that gives up.

I think he'll report
we're down here,

if they haven't guessed already.

They have a number of weapons
that can destroy us.

Steve Austin as a hostage
is our only protection.

Right.

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No, wait! Not so fast.

You want me to bring him back?

Now Austin took the air bottle

from Room Three.

They haven't recharged
those yet.

Now have your shark
play with him

until he's short of air
then bring him back here.

That's the only safe way
to deal with him.

That's like tempting the shark.

I don't know
how he's going to respond.

He could revert
to his wild state

and completely ignore
the control signals.

Try it, Cynthia!

[device beeping]

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Good, Cynthia!

Yes. Yes.

[device beeping]

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Now. Now bring him in.

[device beeping]

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[Man] You fooled me once.

Don't try and push it,

and make it two in a row.

On your feet.

Move!

We're at the end of the line,
Oscar.

So...

you're writing Steve
and Rudy off, are you?

Not through choice, Oscar,
you know that.

I know that Rudy's alive
in that bathysphere

and I feel it in my bones
that Steve's alive, too.

Please, a little more time?

A little more time won't help,

and we can't spare
a lot more time.

I'm sorry, Oscar.

I'm ordering the Stingray
to be depth charged

and destroyed.

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