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FLIGHT COM: It looks good at NASA One.

B- 52 >PILOT: Roger.

BCS Arm switch is on.

FLIGHT COM: Okay, Victor.

B-52 PILOT: Landing Rocket Arm switch is on. Here comes the throttle.

Circuit breakers in.

STEVE: We have separation.

B-52 PILOT: Inboard and outboards are on.

I'm comin' forward with the side stick.

FLIGHT COM: Looks good.

PILOT: Ah, Roger.

STEVE: I've got a blowout in damper three.

SR-71 PILOT: Get your pitch to zero.

STEVE: Pitch is out. I can't hold altitude!

B-52 PILOT: Correction. Alpha Hold is oil“. Threat selector is emergency.

STEVE: Flight Com. I can't hold it! She's breaking up! She's breaking...

ANNOUNCER: Steve Austin. Astronaut.

A man barely alive.

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.

(MAIN TITLE THEME)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

It's got all the latest electronics on board, Oscar...

sonar scrambling, sub-surface communication...

echo location, so on...

along with the missile and torpedo aiming devices...

which the O.S.I. won't require since the ship will be completely unarmed.

OSCAR: Steve.

Captain Bob Welbeck, Colonel Steve Austin.

Nice to meet you. Welcome aboard.

Thank you, Captain. (WHISTLE)

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 de-commissioned by the Navy...

assigned to the O.S.I. 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.

It's suddenly stopped sending.

Any reason why?

We're not sure. It could be sabotage.

We'll try an under sea repair...

but if that doesn't work, I can't risk leaving it there.

So you want me to bring it up, huh?

It's either that or a big operation...

with divers, barges and all kinds of equipment...

that would attract the attention of foreign vessels within a fifty mile radius.

Oscar!

Admiral Prescott, I believe you remember Colonel Steve Austin.

Of course.

Admiral. Haven't seen you since Sealab.

I know you'll 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.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(STEADY BEEP)

Hey, Cane, what're you doing under there?

Get 'em all, Chief.

Come on. Get crackin'. We gotta get off this ship.

(STEADY BEEP)

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

Thank you. Let's go below.

Dive the boat. Take her down to 200 feet and hold.

Aye, sir.

Dive. Dive.

10 degrees down bubble.

Flooding one and three from the sea.

80 feet.

90 feet.

100 feet.

Sonar report.

Sandy bottom 150 below. No forward obstructions.

Bob.

Have you got a problem, Steve?

I'm picking up some stray output on this channel. See that?

CAPTAIN: 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.

(STEADY BEEP)

WOMAN: 130 feet.

140 feet.

No change in speed or angle.

MAN: Come to me, Stingray! Oh, she's beautiful, isn't she?

Just like she's answering the command you gave her, Dad.

She is.

She had to come to repair the warning system.

Captain, the men are in wet suits.

They're ready to enter the air lock whenever you say the word.

Put a hold on 'em, Parker.

Now we're gonna get ourselves a marvelous submarine.

175 feet.

Reducing speed.

WOMAN: 180 feet.

185 feet.

Trimming out.

Now!

(LOUD ALARM)

No rudder response, Captain.

The trim control's gone, sir! We're settling fast!

Blow the tanks emergency.

Power's gone, sir.

Sonar? 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's in trouble.

How long have you been getting these readings?

30 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 the rocks.

This is the captain.

All hands man your emergency stations.

Stand by for a jolt.

55... 50...

45... 40...

35... 30...

25... 20...

Ten... five...

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

You okay? I think so.

Hit the emergency lights.

CAPTAIN: Send up an emergency marker buoy!

(HIGH-PITCH TONE)

Colonel Austin.

Steve? Oscar. Are you all right?

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

Put the Captain on.

Right.

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.

(EMERGENCY TONE)

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 and the currents...

and find a soft bottom for the Stingray.

I do hope your incompetence has not endangered the crew or the ship.

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

They're all out.

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

A damage survey party will 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.

It just doesn't make sense.

The Stingray was in top condition when the Navy turned it over to the O.S.I.

And then we double checked. Now what happened?

It was sudden.

First one system, then the other.

There was the line on the oscilloscope.

Then I remember seeing a piece of conduit floating in the bilge.

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.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

STEVE: Sharks!

Send out the work party to the sub.

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

I counted at least four of them.

I don't care where you have to pull strings...

just get that bathysphere out here on the double.

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.

DIVER: 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 it's 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 the cage.

I wanna 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?

Well, it could be.

But we hit 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.

Stingray to Command.

The water's almost all gone.

The main hatch is secured.

Damage to rudder and diving control?

The lines should be repaired in a half-hour.

Good. Stand by. Roger.

Dad, there's a small metal object descending, passing 110 feet.

Just over the sub.

Switch on the sonar-scrambling generator.

Will do.

Get rid of it.

(LOUD CLANG)

(LOUD CLANG)

STEVE: Hold it, I'm surrounded by sharks. The cage is taking quite a beating.

Pull the winch.

(LOUD SNAP)

Steve?

Steve! Can you hear me?

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(WINCH HUMS)

Tell Sonar I wanna know where that cage is.

Hold it!

He won't be any problem, Miss Grayland.

I'm sorry.

I hoped we'd be gone before anyone realized what we were doing here.

You may make the 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 under way. Then nobody can stop us.

I don't think you'll be getting under way.

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

No man could...

This'll be a little hard to steer.

Satellite to Command.

Go ahead.

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

Why? 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.

Make sure the sonar scrambler is kept on.

Right.

Get one of your men in scuba gear so we can take him with us.

For 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 to...

And 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.

No, I wouldn't wanna irritate the fellow with the harpoon gun.

Put on your gear.

We're going for a little swim.

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 may not be too much longer.

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

Why can't we make sonar contact?

We had a clear scan earlier when I made a routine check.

“lamination. Mm.

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.

A former captain in the United States Navy Submarines.

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

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?

Well, the ocean is large and trackless.

However, suppose the 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.

Well, there are a number of people who'd agree with you.

Take him to the back room. Keep alert.

I haven't 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?

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.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm all right. I...

It was just a twinge.

Your Old Man is all right.

Believe me.

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

No telling what she can make him do.

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

Thanks for the advice.

(WHISTLES, TAPS WALL)

(TAPPING ECHO)

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 the 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...

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 to 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. (TYPING)

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.

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.

Is that another one of your pets?

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 after wards, I'll deal with after wards.

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 Grayland may see you on the monitor.

Okay? All right.

I personally 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 Mines.

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

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

That'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.

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 buy a lovely, secret isle.

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

No, thanks.

The torpedoes are moving out.

GRAYLAND: Well, once the torpedoes are loaded and we're off...

nothing' going to stop us.

(SONAR PULSES)

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.

Right.

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!

(ELECTRONIC TONES)

Ah!

Rudy, Rudy! Do you hear me? Come in!

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?

Cool it, chum.

You're going nowhere.

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(GRUNTING)

Austin is loose! He's taken scuba gear from Room 3.

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.

All right.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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.

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.

(ELECTRONIC TONES)

Good, Cynthia!

Yes. Yes.

(ELECTRONIC TONES)

Now. Now bring him in.

(ELECTRONIC TONES)

You fooled me once.

Don't try and push it, 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.

(END THEME MUSIC)