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[phone ringing]

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What is it?

I've just had a terrible
skiing accident.

[plane droning]

Man 1: We've got ourselves
a diplomat back there

who could change the future
of the world.

Man 2: Keep on course, captain.
VIPs, we set down easy.

[indistinct chatter]

In less than 12 hours,
the most critical stage

will be completed.

If successful...

and I have no reason
to believe otherwise,

it should net the company

one billion dollars.

That's a conservative estimate.

And just who is worth
$1 billion?

[engine revving]

Man 3: A man who is, tonight,
checking into a Paris hospital

as cover for a negotiating
trip to Peking.

[indistinct yelling]

...resumes
in two and a half weeks.

Man 3: William Henry Cameron.

...resumes in two and a half
weeks.

Will you be well
enough to attend?

Is it true that you offered

the President your resignation?

How was I?

Brilliant, Bill.

Your performance
rivalled Camille.

Oh, Oscar, you're the one that
deserves the congratulations.

Now, you've made it possible
for me to break a cardinal rule

of physics by allowing me to be
in two places at the same time.

Here in Paris,
coughing my lungs out,

and in Peking,

negotiating my heart out.

I think you have
the wrong floor, nurse.

- But, isn't this four?
- Three.

Oh.

[moaning]

Automobile accident.

Bill!

[gunshot]

Oscar: At 9:27 this evening,
William Cameron

was admitted
to a Paris hospital

suffering from a slight case
of viral pneumonia.

[instrumental music]

What is he,
a quick study or something?

No, it's a she.

And she has one
distinct advantage.

She's been endowed with
the memory of the first rat.

The doctor took the brain cells
from one rat,

and injected them into another.

'Course, it's all
terribly experimental.

The transfer has
yet to be performed

on anything higher than rats.

Are you saying
we're gonna take brain cells

of our unidentified friend
and given them to someone else?

And hopefully,
he'll have that memory.

Including the whereabouts
of William Cameron.

Only if he knew it
to begin with.

Steve, you asked
for a place to start,

and I'm offering it to you now.

Who's the guinea pig?

Me.

Oh, yes, Mr. Secretary.

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir, we feel the same way.

If it were a foreign power,
they couldn't

keep it a secret
for very much longer.

Yes, sir.

Any decision on the payment yet?

I see.
Very well, sir.

We'll keep in touch at this end.

Thank you, sir.

Are they gonna pay?

No decision from Washington yet.

Even if they do,
there's no guarantee

- ...you'll get Cameron back.
- That's right.

Any major power,
friendly or unfriendly,

would be happy to have him,

knowing what he knows.

What's my assignment, Oscar?

Steve, officially, you're
one of the thousands of men

looking for William Cameron.

- And?
- Unofficially...

You're my billion to one shot.

[theme music]

Man 4: It looks
good at NASA One.

Man 5: Roger.
Man 4: BCS Arm switch is on

Steve: Okay, Victor.

Man 5: Landing rocket
Arm switch is on.

Here comes the throttle.
Circuit breakers in.

Steve: We have separation.
Man 5: Roger.

Man 4: Inboard and outboards,
are on.

I'm coming forward
with the side-stick.

Man 5: Looks good.
Man 4: Uh, Roger.

Steve: I've got a blow-out.
Damper Three.

Man 5: Get your pitch to zero.

Steve: Pitch is out.
I can't hold altitude.

Man 4: 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.

[beeping]

Oscar: Gentleman,
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.

[trilling]

Better than he was before.

Better,

stronger,

faster.

[theme music]

[instrumental music]

That's the last of them.

They're on the route?

From here to Dover,
then to Calais by barge.

While we sit on our...
crates and wait

for the next destination.

It's like going on a scavenger
hunt without any clues.

- Who's going with me?
- No one.

No one? You mean it's just me,
and a billion in gold?

We're taking a chance
sending you.

If they find out that
we're tracking this gold,

they may never even show up.

Chief, have you cleared
this with the brass?

They're behind me
a thousand percent.

What if somebody steals it?

I guess you'll just have
to put in some overtime

to pay 'em back.

Here are your papers.

You're an able-bodied
seaman working the channel

between Dover and Calais.

Alright.

I Bird-dog, the pay-off.

It's not as easy as it sounds.

You just can't take
a billion dollars

and put it in your trunk
and drive away,

hoping that nobody'll see you.

No.

I have a hunch
they'll make a switch

...somewhere along the way.

That's impossible.

I thought it was impossible
when they snatched

Cameron out of that hospital.

But now, we may have to
pay for that mistake,

in approximately 25 hours.

[helicopter whirring]

[thuds]
You've left bodies strewn

all over the streets
of Lucerne.

Now the Swiss
police are involved,

and what do you
have to show for it?

I can't begin to describe
what happened.

But Austin is definitely
worth pursuing.

Perhaps he is the pursuer,
Julian.

Have you stopped to ask yourself

why he suddenly turned up
in Lucerne?

Well, he didn't try
to keep it a secret.

The plane reservations
were in his name.

So is the hotel.

And you think it's mere
coincidence

that the Contessa is also there?

He can't possibly know
about her!

And you're willing
to risk a billion dollars

to prove it, hm?

Julian, I thought I displayed
great restraint

after the Mexican fiasco,

but if anything goes wrong
with this project,

I wouldn't count
on my retirement benefits,

if I were you.

I want Colonel Austin
out of the way,

permanently!

[instrumental music]

Ah, Mr. Cameron.

I've been looking forward
to meeting you for a long time.

I'm sorry it couldn't be under
less restrictive circumstances.

How did you know that
I would be in that hospital?

I wouldn't pursue
that if I were you.

It might prove embarrassing.

The Contessa.

I've always found it intriguing

that even the most
important people

seem to feel the need

to share their importance.

Then of course, the Contessa

is such an
appreciative audience.

Outside of politics, I've led
a very conservative life.

I, I was married
to the same woman

for 36 years.

- Commendable!
- She died two years ago.

And I was grateful
for the Contessa's interest.

Oh, one must never be afraid
of pursuing youth, Mr. Cameron.

It's what keeps us young.

How much are you asking for me?

One billion, in gold.

It's on its way now.

[instrumental music]

[hammering]

[beeping]

This is Bird-dog.

We've just left Dover
by channel ferry to Calais.

The shipment is now 22 hours
from the deadline.

And when it arrives...

I'll be released?

[instrumental music]

Yeah. You have seen
all of Lucerne, three times.

- Yeah, it's beautiful.
Man 6: Oh, yes!

Yes, it's very beautiful.

But perhaps you want me
to take you

someplace in particular, no?

No, we'd just like
to drive around some more.

[engine revving]

Isn't Roger cooperating?

No, I get flashes of things.

I get images. But nothing
that I can put together.

Or make any sense out of.

Hey, monsieur,excuse me.

Maybe, uh, the lady has
a headache, you know?

Too much driving?

Uh, she gets more
out of it this way.

- Seventeen, thirty-four, six.
- Hike.

- What?
- Nothing. Go on.

- That's it.
- Seventeen, thirty-four, six?

Maybe it's an address.

Eh, perhaps you want me
to take you to the address, huh?

It would help
if we had the name of a street.

Seventeen, thirty-four, six.

- Maybe it's a telephone number.
- Alright.

Then I can stop and call on
telephone for you, alright?

Any particular country?

Monsieur, uh, s'il vous plais.

Uh, I am getting carsick,
you know? I don't know.

Seventeen, thirty-four, six.

[instrumental music]

[speaking in foreign language]

You're a genius.
How'd you figure that out?

Part of my checkered past.

Roger played those three numbers

every time he came here.

Say, why don't you mingle?

Maybe a familiar
face will pop up.

Right.

[chuckles] You'll get more
action by playing the field.

Hello, Jean.

Jean: Contessa.

I like to concentrate
on one thing at a time.

You're an American.

- That's right.
- Mm. Then that explains it.

[speaking in foreign language]

I've known several Americans.

They, too, could
only concentrate

on one thing at a time.

So little imagination.

Well, that's hard to believe,
where you're concerned.

[speaking in foreign language]

You know, you'd get
more for your money

using 'em as coasters.

He'll just give me some more.

My late husband left me
a great deal of money,

an impressive title,

and an enormous villa,

which is empty at the moment.

Well, if it was any other time,
I'd offer to fill it for you.

Mm.

[instrumental music]

So, I turn my back
for five minutes,

and this is what happens.

This is our honeymoon, too.

Excuse me.

Next time,
try a roll of nickles.

That woman is part
of Roger's memory.

- Who is she?
- The Contessa DeRojas.

She's involved
in Cameron's disappearance?

I don't know. But I know
that she keeps cropping up.

You go back to the hotel.

I'm about to be picked up.

[indistinct chatter]

Well, it looks like
my evening's free after all.

I wouldn't want to ruin
your marriage.

Well, nothing's forever.

Merci beaucoup.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

That looks impressive.

I've always found
it's what's inside that counts.

[instrumental music]

Thank you for rescuing me
from an...

another evening
with the same boring people.

[machine whirring]

[instrumental music]

Sir.
I must have a word with you.

We're almost ready to roll,
inspector.

Yes, and that is precisely
the problem.

I have not had an opportunity
to inspect those crates.

The papers are in order,
aren't they?

That is not the point.

We have certain
procedures to follow.

Regulations.

Well, I apologize
for the confusions,

but it's a rush order.

We're due in Marseille
in six hours,

and we're racing a deadline.

Exactly what kind of

industrial equipment is this?

- Ball bearings.
- Ball bearings?

Yes, sir.

Sixty-six crates

of ball bearings?

It's the biggest
order we've ever had.

Congratulations.

But I will not release them

until I have had an inspection.

If you'll just call this number,

I'm sure that everything
will be straightened out

to your satisfaction.

You wait here.

[instrumental music]

[whistle blowing]

Monsieur!

That number you gave me.

It is the Premier's
private line!

What did he say?

He, he wished
you, and, and your ball bearings

a safe journey.

[exhales sharply]

Merci.

[speaking in foreign language]

[whistle blowing]

This is Bird-dog.

We're leaving Calais by train
for Marseille.

The shipment is now...
19 hours from the deadline.

[indistinct chatter]

I have no news to tell you.

Mr. Cameron is resting
comfortably

and the doctors are satisfied
with his progress.

- How sick is he--
- ...a question, please one...

- Not to my knowledge.
- Monsieur...

No one that I can
put my finger on.

Why was an air...
Why was an airforce jet

waiting at Orly airport
just the night--

Has the president
spoken to him yet?

You'll have to ask the airforce.

They told us to ask you.

- I have no comment.
- Mr. Goldman, Mr. Goldman.

Is there any truth to the rumor

that it was supposed to take him
to Red China?

Where did you hear that?

Would you care to comment
on that?

Absolutely not.

Mr. Cameron didn't go to China

where did he go?

Gentlemen...

Mr. Cameron is on the third
floor of this hospital

recovering from viral pneumonia.

[indistinct chatter]

- Vultures.
- Oscar.

Come here.
I want to show you something.

[rat squealing]

What's the matter with it?

I don't know.
I don't know.

She's been like that
for the past hour.

Well, they all look alike to me.
Which one is it?

The one that received
the brain cells.

- How long has it been?
- Eighteen hours.

- Dr. Bergner?
- Twelve hours.

Has this ever happened before?

Well, there's always
side effects

with any new experiment,
but nothing this drastic.

Why does it have to happen now?

Dr. Bergner's continually
refining,

adjusting the technique,

but that doesn't necessarily
mean it's been improved.

Dr. Bergner was in charge
of this project.

- She didn't show any concern.
- She believes in her work.

She saw an opportunity
to jump years of lab tests.

I tried to convince her,
I tried to tell

that she needed those years
to see where she was going,

what the risks would be.

Especially on
higher forms of life.

Sounds strange, Rudy.

You arguing against
an unheard of experiment.

Now, hold it. Hold it.

You're mixing apples
and oranges, Oscar.

- I'm talking about this one.
- Alright, what do you want?

What're you suggesting?

Bring her back here
for observation.

A controlled environment,
where trained scientists

can watch and evaluate
what happens to her.

Gold has cleared Calais,
and we haven't the vaguest idea

how they intend
to make the switch,

or where Cameron is.

Whatever information
she can give Steve

might make the difference.

No, Rudy.

We're not gonna pull
the plug because a rat

is afraid of its shadow.

Let me know if
there's any change.

[instrumental music]

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[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

[engine revving]

[gun firing]

[music continues]

[gun fire continues]

[music continues]

[gun firing]

[music continues]

[splashing]

[explosion]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

[sloshing]

Key, please.

Oh, yes.
The bridal suite.

Mrs. Austin upstairs?

I believe so.

Yeah, well, she missed
a delightful swim.

[keys jingling]

[instrumental music]

[shouting]
Oh, no! No! No!

Erica? It's alright.
It's alright.

[breathing heavily]

It's alright.

Roger's memory again?

I s-- I, I saw him die...

Peck smiling.

Who's Peck?

He's that man who shot Roger.

Only, it was,
it was like it was me.

It was like those bullets
were tearing into me.

Well, you were reacting to what
Roger saw and what Roger felt.

No, it, Steve, honest.
It was more than that.

It was, it was happening to me.

The bullets were happening--

Oh, no, no, no.
It's all over now.

It's all over.

Is it?

Or will it,
will it just go on forever?

Will I just see that man's face,
and feel those bullets

for the rest of my life?

I don't know.

Sit back.

You wanna know something
really frightening?

I don't know either.

So maybe you were right.

Maybe I went too far
with this thing.

Well, you did it
to save Cameron.

I did it for me,

just to prove that I could.

Well, either way, I know
what you're going through.

Even if it's successful,
it's not much fun

being an experiment.

Now, tell me about Peck.

Oh, Steve, I, [sighs]
I couldn't do that now. No.

Erica, we have 16 hours
to find William Cameron.

Okay.

[train clattering]

This is Bird-dog.

We're on the outskirts
of Marseille.

The shipment is 14 hours
from the deadline.

[train clattering]

[instrumental music]

- Check mate.
- Hm.

I hope everything is
proceeding on schedule.

Hm, then it won't be long

before I'll have to look
for new chess partner.

Brilliant game!

Why is it every time
I ask about my release,

you manage to avoid an answer?

There are others who are also
interested in purchasing

your freedom, Mr. Cameron.

And sweating the information
out of me.

Not everyone applauds
your diplomatic daring.

When you flirt with the Chinese,
you make the Russians jealous.

When you smile at the Arabs,
the Israelis frown.

Every one of your
victories holds

a potential defeat for someone.

I care about my work
passionately.

The world can reach
an accommodation

an understanding,
but it needs time,

and I need time to help it.

[beeping]

[instrumental music]

Excuse me.

[machines whirring]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Goldman here.

Bristo: The ball bearings
arrived safely in Marseille.

They're being loaded
onto a freighter now.

We should be in Naples
with a few hours to spare.

Good. Anything out of
the ordinary, Mel?

Just the looks
I've been getting.

I feel like Clark Kent.

Every time I turn around,
I'm in a men's room,

changing clothes.

Yeah, well, stay with it.

We're coming down to the wire.

- Anything on your end?
- Everything.

And nothing encouraging.

[rat squealing]

Oscar: You'd think it would
be tired by now.

Rudy: It's not physical, Oscar.
It's mental.

It's like an engine
running at top speed,

with no way to turn itself off.

Eventually,
it'll burn itself out.

Doctor,
we're talking about a rat.

We may be talking
about a human being,

unless somebody warns
Dr. Bergner.

What good would that do?

- She can be prepared for it.
- For what?

We don't know what's going on
the inside of that rat's mind.

We don't that the same
thing is happening to her.

You're willing
to spend a billion dollars

for William Cameron.

Isn't Erica Bergner
worth the price of a phone call?

Rudy... I care just
as much as you do.

Let's hold out
just a little bit longer.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

This is Bird-dog.

We're on our way from
Naples to Rome by truck.

The shipment is now
seven hours from the deadline.

We're getting awfully close.
I hope they find him soon.

Steve: How much did they
pay you to set me up?

You're hurting me.

Sorry.

He just said that he wanted
to discourage you.

Peck?

[sighs] I lied to you.

I need the money
to run this house.

I, I, I need the money
to go to the casino every night.

I need it to be
the Contessa De Arranjuez.

Well, now, Contessa,

it's your turn
to pay for the privilege.

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

Man 8: Place your
bets, madame, monsieur.

Place your bets.

[rattling]

Man 9: 32, red.

You'd better have
an awfully good reason

for bringing him here.

Julian, I have something
very important to tell you.

What is it?

I've sold out.

To him.

Not necessarily
the highest bidder,

but certainly,
the most persuasive.

Steve Austin, Julian Peck.

Oh, we've met several times.

But this is the closest
we've come.

I wish I could say
I was sorry for this Julian,

but even at your best,
you were a bore.

Well, don't enjoy yourself
too much, my dear.

Mr. Austin's an American,
and like most Americans...

he eventually will go home.

Not until I have
William Cameron.

You will have him
when we have our gold.

Well, I was thinking
of a more personal trade.

His freedom for yours.

Did you plan to lock me up
in the basement of the Pentagon?

French jail.

Why would they
be interested in me?

Well, you killed a man there,
and they frown on that.

Whom?
Whom did he kill?

Roger.
But the memory lingers on.

There's no way
you can prove that.

Oh, but I have a witness.

And she can describe everything
you did, everything you said,

right down to the last detail.

And when she does, that gold
won't mean much to you.

At least,
for the next 15, 20 years.

There was no witness.

[snaps fingers]

Erica?

Is this the man
who killed Roger Ventriss?

I don't know her.

Oh, but she knows you.

You killed... me!

Erica!

[grunting]

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[glass shattering]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

[birds squawking]

[engine revving]

This is Bird-dog.

Hey, does anybody know
where we go after Rome?

There's less than four hours
left 'til the deadline.

- How is he?
- Surrounded by lawyers.

They could squeeze it
out of him in a few days,

but we only have a few hours.
And Peck knows that.

- Where's the gold?
- Rome.

From there, who knows?
Is she awake?

Oscar, she's been
through enough.

Steve, she's still
the only game in town.

[knocking on door]

- And she's worth another play.
Erica: Yes?

What is it?

It's nothing.
You just get some rest.

Erica?

We still need your help.

No!

No, I, uh, I can handle it.

Well, I can't.
Look, you weren't here.

You haven't seen what
she's been going through,

and she's not going
through it again!

No, Steve, I'm alright.

You took William Cameron
out of the hospital

and you drove him
to the airport.

And then you sent him to...

Where did you send him?

- I can't see.
- It's down there.

All you have to do
is dig it out.

Look, she can see pieces.

That doesn't mean
she can add them up.

It's not just the money, Steve.

It's a man's life.
Try!

Try!

Try.

Oh, Oscar, I can't.

I mean it's not
because I don't want to.

It's just that
there's nothing of Roger left.

It... it's just all blank.

It's... like an empty screen.

[sighs]

You burned out.

Sorry, Oscar.

You know, wherever
they have Cameron,

we're assuming
that it's a stationary place.

A building of some kind.

Now, that's a fair assumption.

It'll be risky
moving him around.

Maybe that's what
it's meant to do.

Hm?

Afraid my French
is a little rusty, Steve.

That's a pass
to the Marseille docks.

- The ship.
- What ship?

I kept seeing this
ship...

only, I di-- I didn't
know what it meant.

What type of ship?

Uh, uh, th-- uh...

the kind that carries cargo.

A freighter?

Yes.
Does the mean something?

Depends.

Depends on whether the gold
is still in that Rome warehouse.

[instrumental music]

[ship whistle blowing]

[machines whirring]

They couldn't have
switched these crates.

They've never been
out of my sight.

[creaking]

You see? Just as safe as if they
were still in Fort Knox.

[thuds]

[scraping]

[sighs]

Congratulations, Bristo.

You've managed to turn
gold into lead.

Lead?

Sixty-six crates of them.

Then where's the gold?

I was with it practically
every minute.

Practically?

Well, except when it was
in the hold of the ship.

Then that's where it is.

Are you saying
they pulled a switch

in the middle
of the Mediterranean?

It's painfully simple now.

They had duplicate
crates aboard.

When the ship docked
in Naples,

they merely unloaded the crates

containing the lead.

Then they have
everything they want.

The gold, and William Cameron.

[instrumental music]

[helicopter whirring]

[birds squawking]

[water lapping]

[instrumental music]

[helicopter whirring]

Your new host shall
be here presently.

I'm sorry our
relationship has to end,

especially on this note, but...

business must remain business.

[instrumental music]

[metal creaking]

[grunting]

[music continues]

[splashing]

[metal creaking]

[splashing]

[helicopter whirring]

[gun fires]

[thudding]

Ooh!

[music continues]

[gun firing]

[metal creaking]

One man?

It's beginning to
have a disturbingly

familiar ring to it.
N-- nothing.

Inform the pilot
he still has a passenger.

Unfortunately,
not the one he came for.

[door creaking]

- Mr. Cameron?
- Yes?

Oscar Goldman asked me
to drop by and say hello.

[helicopter whirring]

[instrumental music]

[creaking]

[thudding]

[metal creaking]

Naughty, naughty.

[helicopter whirring]

[traffic bustling]

[indistinct chatter]

Man 10: Cameron, can
we have a statement--

Gentlemen, please, I, uh,
I'm still recuperating.

Man 11: Do you have anything
to say

about the treatment
you received?

Well, all I can say is that,
for the past two days,

I have felt like a prisoner.

[crowd laughing]

I don't know
how you pulled it off.

Call it a miracle
of modern science.

[indistinct chatter]

* He's my man *
* Sha-ma na-nah na-nah *

* Oh he's my man *
* Sha-ma na-nah na-nah *

* Yeah let me tell ya
about him *

* Can't do without him *

* He's one of a kind *

* Now he's the man *
* Six Million Dollar Man *

* Now he's the man *
* Six Million Dollar Man *

* Six Million Dollar Man **