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That's Austin.

We can give him 12 minutes
to complete his mission

and still have time
to get out of here.

But not a second more.

I trust you had
a pleasant voyage?

Quite comfortable,
thank you.

I want this to be
the beginning of a long

and profitable relationship
for both of us.

Man 1: Eight minutes, sir.

Right.

Call the patrol boats!

How is he?

His physical condition
has been remedied.

Good.

He's alright to go out again.

- Oscar, wait--
- Well, well, well.

Look who's here.

They're turning the country
upside down trying to find you

and here you are relaxing,
sipping lemonade.

We've got some talking to do.

I see you haven't lost
your sense of humor.

Oscar, that safe was empty.

What we were after wasn't
where it was supposed to be.

We're going to have
to try again.

You put me through four
weeks of cloak and dagger.

You performed your part
of the mission brilliantly.

The fact that the safe was empty
is no concern of yours.

Higher heads will fall
because of it.

Hey, listen, Steve,
just one last thing.

I want to tell you about
an awful sweet little lassie.

I mean, there's no obligation,
but in case

you feel like spending
a little time with her.

Hey, listen, have a go--
have a good time, buddy.

Steve Austin is on his way.

More champagne?

No, thank you.

Sir?

I asked if you would
like more champagne.

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Look, you seem like
a very nice lady.

Well, what I mean is I...

I think we'd better straighten

this thing out right now.

Do you confuse me
with someone?

I don't think so. You...

You're a friend of Harry's,
right?

Who?

Look, what, whatever
he said to you, I'm sorry,

but I'm just not interested.

- In doing what?
- Look, let's don't play games.

This plane is less
than a fourth full.

They just don't seat passengers
together like this

unless someone
has made a specific request.

After our chance unexpected

meeting this morning,
I had you checked.

From the beginning
of the year until now,

you have been involved
in no NASA activities

of any substance.

On 11 separate occasions
I can place you

in the same building
with Oscar Goldman...

a man whose activities
are quite familiar to us.

Look,
what I said was the truth.

I came here for no other
reason than what I told you.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
Alexi, I must be going.

Thanks for the drink.

I'm sorry, Steve.
Believe me, I am.

Man 2: It looks good
at NASA One.

Man 3: Roger.
BCS Arm switch is on.

Man 2: Okay, Victor.

Man 4: Landing Rocket Arm
switch is on.

Here comes the throttle.
Circuit breakers in.

Steve: We have separation.
Man 3: Roger.

Man 4: Inboards and outboards
are on.

I'm coming forward
with the sidestick.

Man 2: All looks good.
Man 3: Uh, Roger.

Steve: I've got a blow out,
damper three!

Man 3: Get your pitch to zero.
Steve: Pitch is out!

Steve: I can't hold altitude!

Man : Correction,
Alpha Hold is off.

Turn selectors... Emergency!

Steve: Flight Com,
I can't hold it!

She's breaking up!
She's breaking...

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.

Oh!

The Soviet government
will meet your price,

subject to my inspection
of the merchandise.

There will be no bidding.

The American is not coming.

Well, we didn't want to do

business with the Americans,
Alexi.

We just wanted to drive
up the price a bit.

Anyway,
to the victor go the spoils.

Alexi...

when do you want
to make your inspection?

As soon as possible.

Hm, some distance away,
I need some time

to make suitable arrangements.

Shall we say tomorrow night
at the same time?

Good.

Woman 1: He never came back.

Harry: You know
whose fault it is?

It's the Russians,
this whole foul up.

They overreacted,
that's all.

Harry, what are we gonna do?

Well, knowing the Russians,
if they got their hands on him,

he's fish bait by now.

How do you feel?

Rested.

- I should get shot more often.
- Not shot. Tranquilized.

It's for your own good.

Where was that decided?
Moscow?

No, it was Alexi's decision.

If you really don't know
what is going on,

you could easily get caught
in the middle and badly hurt.

If you were telling him the
truth about wanting a vacation,

then you should, uh,
accept the hospitality

he's extending you.

You have the run of this ship.

The best food, best drink,

best fishing.

And you?

You made that
mistake once before.

That doesn't answer
my question.

How far did Alexi say
to go to keep me here?

Better go up on deck.

No, no, fellas. Uh...

Fishing pose, not rifles.

They don't speak English.

I suppose they're here
to protect me from flying fish.

The captain has orders
to allow you to fish

any of these waters,
so long as you don't come

within 20 miles of any shore.

Steve:
Well, that sounds fair enough.

But now, I think I'm entitled
to at least one phone call.

You aren't taking this
very seriously.

Well,
you told me to enjoy myself.

Then you accept our terms?

A nice, relaxing excursion
aboard this ship

as a guest
of the Soviet Union.

And, uh, you won't try to use
the radio or cause trouble.

Well, what's the difference
if I said yes or no?

If you say yes, and, uh,

give me your word,

you'll find this a much
more enjoyable trip.

Alright, I'm on vacation.

And if I change my mind,
I give you my word

you'll be the first to know.

One moon shot, coming up.

It's alright, fellas. We're
operating under a new system.

The honor system.

Well,
so much for the honor system.

Nice move, though, guy.
It looked real good.

Harry: What could
Steve Austin do that

any one of us pros
couldn't do better?

The whole idea
was to have a diversion.

They'd be so busy
watching Steve,

even you could get in
to get Findletter's catalog.

This won't be the first
time I've had to run

for a touchdown
off a broken play.

Hey, where are you going?

To case Findletter.

I think Oscar
and a lot of people

have forgotten what it
takes to score in the field.

Katrina: Are you sure
you wouldn't rather be

sport-fishing?

I'm all fished out.

You haven't even been up
on deck.

Look, Katrina...

I think we should spend these
last few minutes together.

What last few minutes?

The ones we're gonna have
while I'm tying you up.

What are you talking about?
You gave me your word.

That you'd be the first to know
when I came off holiday.

Well, the time's come.

It'll be dark soon,
and there are some things

I've got to find out about.

Now,
let's be civilized about this.

Look, I didn't make a big fuss
over your kidnapping me,

so I expect a little
reason from you.

I want to tell you how
much I appreciate your

making my stay most enjoyable.

That's better.

Why must you do this?

The guards will kill you.

They have their orders,
and they don't know

any other way to stop you.

I'll be fine.

But it's miles
and miles to shore.

I can't let you do it.

Sorry I had to violate
your porthole.

Katrina: Steve!

Steve!

Yes, sir, we're gonna try
and get that catalog

out of Findletter's safe
tonight, sir.

Good, Harry.
One more thing. Um...

How did Steve
take the news that

he was on
an operation all along?

Uh... Uh, fine, sir.

Uh, I handled that very well,
as a matter of fact.

Uh, fine,
I thought after

a few days rest,
he might be ready to,

uh... to listen to reason.

You don't have to worry about
me handling Steve Austin, sir.

I mean, I got him here
in the first place, didn't I?

Steve!

U-- uh, Steve?

Hello? Hello?
What's going on there?

Oscar: Hello?
- That you, Oscar?

Steve? How are ya?

Listen, pal, the next time
you want me on a mission,

you lay it all out upfront,

or I'll kick
your department so high

you'll need Skylab
to get it down.

Now, you get this clown out
of here before I kill him.

Ow!

He hung up on the chief.

Don't worry, Steve,
I'm not mad.

Look, nobody likes
to be tricked, right?

This wasn't my fault.

See, you're a stubborn guy,
Steve.

Oscar... Oscar figured
that we needed you.

I suppose you were
in on this, too?

We knew you were friends
with the Russian

and your presence
would keep them preoccupied

long enough
for us to get a crack

at Findletter's arms catalog.

Steve, it's important
that we get that catalog.

- I'm not interested.
- Steve...

Let him go.
We don't need him.

Look,
if you won't do it for me,

or for Harry, or for Oscar,

would you do it to get
at the man who killed Tamara?

Findletter?

Yes.

Well, if that's the truth,
why didn't they tell me

that in Washington?

Well, 'cause we didn't know.

I mean, it took our people
this long to get the truth.

Steve,
they could've lied about it,

and said Findletter was involved
when they weren't certain.

It would've been
a sure way to trick you.

But Oscar
wouldn't use the girl,

knowing how you felt
about her.

Well, maybe I've found
his limit, after all.

Will you help us, Steve?
We need you.

Operating under my orders,
of course.

Alright.

But first I have a matter
to settle with an old friend.

Findletter: I'm sorry you can't
enjoy the drive, Kaslov,

even at night it's lovely.

I came to see missiles,
not palm trees.

So you shall.

Now, make yourself comfortable

because we have a long
drive ahead of us.

It's not too far, now.

Findletter: The world's largest
underground house.

It's incredible.

The SERB sole-flying missile.

A cluster warhead capable
of delivering 200 megatons

over a range of 3000 miles.

How did you come
to possess these weapons?

Alexi, the arrangement
was to sell them back to you,

not to give away
my trade secrets.

Well, there can
only be one source.

The Soviet submarine
that sank two months ago.

- These must be her missiles.
- They wereher missiles.

Alexi: Your catalog
also mentions Polaris missile.

I hope that you would
be interested

in that number, Alexi.

So...

the Americans are indeed
in the same unhappy boat as we.

Findletter: And now,
let us go talk business.

Well, I got the catalog.

Findletter's
as funny as a salesman's smile.

The mission's over.

It's over?

That's right.

And a lot of help
you turned out to be.

It's a good thing Findletter
was out all night.

It took Harry six hours
to open his safe.

Well, better a little slow
than no show, right?

Which reminds me,
what happened to you?

Well, you can't get
near those Russians

if you don't pull
a disappearing act.

Never mind that.
Uh, what are you saying...

The mission's over?

Well, because Findletter

is peddling Polaris missiles

to the world,
and there's no chance

that he could have one,
no way.

I've already called, uh,
Oscar,

and told him
we're on our way home.

Well,
you'd better call him back.

Oh, what's this?
Heh, where'd you get that?

From a missile
in one of Findletter's silos.

Well, I don't know
what you thought you saw,

but it couldn't
have been a Polaris.

That's the most secure
weapon we've got.

Check it out.

Well, I know what I'll find.

Findletter's an out
and out fraud.

I mean, wait a minute.
Look at this.

Now he's offering an entire
United States Poseidon submarine

for sale with a full complement
of 16 Poseidon missiles.

Now, Steve, I don't know
how familiar you are

with the Poseidon.

But that's so new, I mean,
they're not even launching

one till the 12th
of this month.

Mm-hm. That's tomorrow.

Yeah.

Aw, come on, Steve.

I mean, this is
the most impregnable warship

we ever built.
You're not suggesting that--

Harry, I've seen enough to know
that if Findletter says

he's going to have
a Poseidon sub,

I'd start locking
them up at night.

You expect me to call Oscar
and tell him a story like that?

I expect you to make
a decision, Harry.

Not one by the book,

and not one that you think
Oscar Goldman would approve.

And not one to keep
your skirts clean,

but one that you,
Harry Donner,

believe to be the right one.

Harry:
Can I ask you a question?

Steve: Yeah.

Harry:
What're we doing up here?

Whatever's gonna happen
is gonna happen

from that underground complex,
wherever it is.

Steve, there's nothin' down
there but water and swamps.

Steve: Happingest place
in Slumber Road.

We'll find it.

I do not understand
why it was necessary to return.

Certainly Undersecretary
Volana did not need

to make such a long journey.

I thought our,
our business was complete?

As did I, Kaslov. As did I.

Except you failed to tell me
about the arrangement

you had made with Steve Austin,
the American.

Steve Austin is dead.
We told you that.

Yes, I know you did, Kaslov.

Now, let me tell you that your
dead friend this morning

rented an airplane
at the municipal airport.

- He's dead.
- He is dead.

He must be.

We were more
than 30 miles from shore.

There were no other boats.

We circled for hours.

It's impossible.

Yes.

I know.

There's only one
possible explanation.

That is that you are lying.

The question is why.

Man, I gotta wonder about you.

How'd you ever find the moon?

As long as we keep
the ocean on our right.

Wait a minute. There...

There it is.
That's gotta be it.

Harry:
What are you talking about?

Well, this is where
I leave you, Harry.

Leaving me? You mean
you're just gonna bail out

and leave me flying around over
some cemetery? What is that?

Is this what I get for making
my first independent decision?

Well, I'd say you have one
more decision to make, Harry.

Yeah? What's that?

How you're going to get aboard
that Poseidon submarine

that was launched today.

Steve, you... Steve?

What am I gonna tell Oscar?

What are you doing?

- How did you get here?
- Well, I, uh...

I just dropped in to talk
to the man in charge.

- We are temporally closed.
- I see.

Well, uh,
this is kind of an emergency.

Say, would you mind not pointing
that thing directly at me?

My orders are to keep everybody
off the property.

Perhaps there's somebody
inside I could talk to?

I said we're closed.

- Now, either you...
- What is it?

You're just the man
I want to see.

I want to look
at your selection of caskets.

I'm going to be
needing one right away.

Now, this is perfect.

This is gonna be just fine.

I don't think you're interested
in the caskets.

Now, then...

if I were you,
I wouldn't fire that.

I told you.

Findletter: On those monitors
you see a United States

Poseidon submarine,

and 16 long range
Poseidon missiles.

Now, she'll be within
our waters in two hours.

And that should be the first
of many to join my fleet.

Take any of the oil rich
Arab countries, for example.

There'd no longer
be a need to train,

equip, or man a land army,
navy, or air force.

Just one Poseidon submarine
and her 16 missiles

would be sufficient to devastate
any two of our enemies,

and have enough firepower left
over to incinerate a third.

It would be called
the six minute war.

This way, please.

A nuclear submarine
must be attacked from within.

And in less time

than it takes
a wireless operator

to trigger a pre-tape
SOS signal.

But the same line
of communication...

that protects
a nuclear fleet...

can also be turned
against her.

Now, if this goblet

were placed aboard
a submarine 500 miles away

by merely transmitting
a special signal,

one could shatter a glass

into a million pieces.

One could use that principle

to get something slightly more
deadly aboard the submarine.

Now, this canister contains

what is known
as G14 nerve gas.

It is colorless, odorless,
and painless,

yet death occurs within 30
seconds from time of exposure.

Now... as you can see,

there are only two masks.

Miss Volana, will you put
one of them on, please?

Alexi, tell me again.

What arrangements did
you make with the Americans?

- None.
- Very well.

Findletter: If you'll be
so kind as to keep

your eyes on that rat.

And at precisely
the right moment,

a signal will be dispatched.

And if you're an average man,
you'll be able

to hold your breath
for perhaps two minutes.

That rat will last
but 30 seconds.

You have less than one
minute to live, Alexi.

Stop the test!
He is telling the truth!

Findletter: Guards!
Stop them!

So, we work together after all,
my friend.

Hang on, Alexi.
We'll get you out of here.

No. There isn't time.
You must s-- stop him.

- He will...
- Alexi, don't talk.

We'll find a way.

Who is this guy, Donner?

He's some
kind of intelligence officer.

It's, uh, not that I don't
want to be cooperative,

Mr. Donner, but just what
is it that we're looking for?

This will keep you from any

further mischief, Ms. Dawson.

You know, Austin, I've been
watching you with fascination.

Your ability to swim
extraordinary speeds

and distances,
knock down concrete walls

and survive
on a minimum of oxygen

for an inordinate
length of time...

I don't know what you are,

but you know,
from what I've seen,

you have great commercial
possibilities.

And when this operation
is over,

I intend to seriously
investigate the possibility

of making you the newest entry
in my fall catalog.

What about me?

Why are you keeping me alive?

Really, dear...

Anyway, meanwhile,
this will sedate you.

Uh, you might have
notions about escaping

with your apparent strength.

Would you mind giving
that to me in my left arm?

I don't want to ruin
my tennis serve.

Yes.
Definitely into his right arm.

Now,
if you manage to stay awake

you might want
to watch the capture

of the Poseidon
on the monitor.

It will reach shallow
shores of our waters

within about ten minutes.

Man 5:
Nine minutes and counting.

I'm not sure that I understand

just how this works,
Mr. Donner.

Now, you say that there
are these people hiding

underneath this cemetery,

and they're going to come
out and steal this warship?

We must do something.

He's going to kill
all those men, Austin.

Try to stay awake.

Katrina,
would you stop talking?

I have to keep talking,
I have

to help you ward off
the effect...

In Russia they say
all American men are soft.

Yeah,
we rise to the occasion.

Man 5:
Four minutes and counting.

We gotta keep him
from transmitting that signal.

How do you do that?

That's a good question.

Man 5:
Three minutes and counting.

The Poseidon is entering
the shallow shores.

Man 5:
Two minutes and counting.

One minute and counting.

Forty-five seconds
and counting.

Too late.

Man 6:
Thirty seconds and counting.

Fifteen seconds
and counting.

Stand by signal burst.

Man 5: Ten seconds.

Five, four, three,

two, one--

Steve: Here, take my hand.

Katrina: How can you see
where you're going?

Steve: I eat a lot of carrots.

Switch to emergency power.

Man 6: There they are!
Stop them!

In here.

Katrina: Power's back on,
there's still...

The power, yes,
but the transmitter

has sung its last song.

There's no other way out,
is there?

See if you can get
the plate off that ventilator.

- It is jammed!
- Blow it open.

This oughta do it.

Katrina:
What're you talking about?

Steve: Just fixing up a little
surprise for Findletter

when he opens
silo number seven.

Findletter:
And hurry with the charge.

I don't even see
where it comes out.

This is frightening.

Steve: Don't look down.

Findletter:
There's no way out.

They must be
in one of those silos.

Silo one.

Katrina:
Maybe we should have taken

our chances with Findletter.

Steve: I guarantee
our relationship was

heading for a blow up.

Findletter:
We'll try number two.

Oh, I'm exhausted.

I smell salt air, love.

Move.

Findletter: They must be
in one of those silos.

There is nowhere else
they could be.

Let's rest for a while, eh?

You sit down, you'll never
get up again in this lifetime.

Findletter: Silo six.

Yes.

Of course. With the Polaris.

The Americans
with the American missile.

That's for a princess
named Tomorrow.

And a friend named Alexi.

I think I understand better

why they say American men
are soft.

Well, like I said,
we rise to the occasion.

Man 7: Patrol commanders,
use code plan 101

for rendezvous
with Colonel Austin.

Repeat.