All language subtitles for The Six Million Dollar Man (1973) - Wine, Women and War (1973)_track3_eng

(MAJESTIC MUSIC)

( ROCKET BOOST )

OSCAR: Mission Control.
Steve, what is it? What's wrong?

I was hoping you can tell me.

OSCAR: He's alive.

He lost an arm, two legs and one eye.
But he's alive.

I'm not sure he'd want to live
if he can't be the man he was.

What if he could be more
than the man he was.

OSCAR: We have the technology
to rebuild him.

I want it done no matter what the cost.

( POP MUSIC )

He's the man
Six Million Dollar Man

He's the man
Six Million Dollar Man

Catch him if you can A'
Beat him if you can

Love him if you can

Now he's the man
Six Million Dollar Man

( RESTAURANT CHATTER)

WOMAN: Don't jump.

ll admit it isn't the most stimulating
party in Alexandria's history.

You said that you were not
leaving until tomorrow.

Why is it I feel that I have
already lost you?

CAPTAIN: Electronic binoculars.

Tamara, I thought we'd agreed
that you wouldn't be here tonight.

You go back inside,
and slip away as quickly as you can.

That's Austin.

We can give him 12 minutes
to complete his mission...

and still have time to get out of here.

Not a second more.

LIEUTENANT: Um, sir...

would you mind telling me how we're
gonna pick up this Austin fellow...

without running into
Egyptian patrol boats?

Orders say he's going to swim out.

It would take him four hours
to swim that distance.

Orders say he'll do it in six minutes.

Sir, to do that...

you'd have to swim
at better than 35 knots.

That's impossible.

I know that. And you know it, Lieutenant.

Apparently some wizard in
Washington doesn't know it.

So we wait the assigned 12 minutes...

or rather, make that 11 minutes now...

then we get the thunder out of here.

LIEUTENANT: Eight minutes, sir.

Right.

( LIGHT JAZZ )

Ah, my guest of honor.

Mr. Findletter.

Welcome to the land of the Nile.

I trust you had a pleasant voyage.

Quite comfortable, thank you.

(METAL CREAKING)

I want this to be the beginning...

of a long and profitable
relationship for both of us.

We have the finest caviar, Champagne.

Mr. Masaha, I prefer to celebrate...

after the business
at hand has been settled.

But, this party...

ls premature.

Mr. Findletter, your wired instructions
for this party were followed to the letter.

What wire?

Well--

I sent no wire.

Other than the arrival time
of my boat this evening.

Sorry, pal.

You are telling me you did not demand
a steak dinner with specific requirements...

up to and including the size
of the orchestra?

And a special selection of the music...

that you wish to be played
throughout the entire evening?

Mr. Masaha, I'm a businessman
and not a raconteur...

Well, if you did not require
this dinner, who did?

(BAND PLAYS "GOD BLESS AMERICA")

(YELLS)

(YELLS)

Quiet!

(SOUNDS OF GUNSHOTS)

(GUESTS CHATTER)

We got him trapped!

Call the patrol boats!

Masaha, I came here to sell weapons.

To help you annihilate
your enemies.

Is this the greeting I receive?

You don't reasonably think I could
have anything to do with this.

We are in your country.
If not you, then who?

Radar reports patrol boats
all over the harbor, sir.

Yes. I see them.

MATE: Underwater target on Sonar, sir.

At 30 feet moving at a course of 1-5-O.

Go around to 1-8-4.

Prepare depth charges.

Coming up on target.

Fire when ready!

Two minutes to dive, sir.

I don't see how any man
could swim through that.

Stand by to dive.

The target is still moving very fast, sir.

Let me see that.

Why that target is moving
at more than 35 miles and hour!

Why, you imbecile!
You're tracking a shark!

But it's the only target on the screen, sir.

Yeah, then he must
have reached shore.

CAPTAIN: ...at 3-5-0.

He didn't make it.
Let's get out of here.

Captain.

Medics on deck. Flank speed.

That shark we were chasing, sir.
It's rendezvousing with another target.

A large target, sir.

(DIVING BELL)

We're safely underway, sir.

And the air evac helicopter
is on its way to pick up the Colonel.

Captain...

I just got a priority red signal
from Washington.

We're to forget what
we've seen here.

Not just now, but forever.

And you're to get on that horn...

And tell air evac if they don't break
every record in getting here...

we're going to lose what must be
the most valuable man in the world.

How is he, Rudy?

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 your 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 try again.

You put me through four weeks
of cloak and dagger...

pit me against the entire Egyptian Navy...

and you're gonna stand there
and tell me it was all a mistake?

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.

What was supposed to be in that safe
that was worth so many necks?

Our people function
on a need to know basis.

We told you where the boat was,
we told you where the safe was.

Knowing more wouldn't have
done you any good then or now.

That's the way we operate, Steve.

That's not the way I operate.

Steve, you're special,
but you're not that special.

We can't break the rules for one man.

Then you get yourself another man--

Steve, take it easy.

I am taking it easy.

If I had meant to break that glass,
it'd be powder.

I don't understand. If you didn't mean
to break it, then how did that happen?

It's simple, Doctor.
The equipment you gave me is faulty.

Just like the thinking around here.

It seems as though we're not
accomplishing anything here.

Steve, you need to rest.
Take it easy. Take some time off.

Before we discuss any time off...

there's some unfinished business.

The contents of the safe?

I'm talking about the girl. Tamara.

The one you said might be sympathetic.

She was.

I made her a promise.

What sort of promise?

That we'd get her out of there.

Well, um, I'm afraid
that's impossible, Steve.

Why?

She's dead.

RUDY: 55, 58, 60 miles an hour!

Steve, I gotta slow this thing down.
You're gonna break the machine.

I did it. I did it,
but I don't believe it.

What's the matter?
Nothing's the matter.

You're not just as good as new,
you're better.

Those new booster gyros have
improved your balance to the point...

where I'm afraid to find out
what your ceiling is.

Steve, I'm sorry.

I am really. About the girl,
about what we've gotten you into.

There's a part of me, the--

The unscientific part that
wishes it never happened.

Why, Rudy?
Why is she dead?

She didn't do anything but provide me
with the kind of information...

they pass out at the
Egyptian Tour Center.

She was seen with you.

Oscar thinks they tried
to make her talk.

Steve, you're just gonna have to
realize that these things happen.

You can't blame yourself,
or the organization.

OSCAR: We've got
a problem on our hands.

RUDY: Steve Austin?

Give him time.
He'll come around.

We haven't got time.

What do you know about a man
called Arlen Findletter?

I know we've lost an awful lot
of good men to him.

The safe the Stave Austin cracked
in Alexandria belonged to him.

We're supposed to contain
an arms catalog.

He deals in the nuclear black market.

Nuclear black market.

This country has been shipping
and storing nuclear weapons...

all over the world for the past 27 years.

Naturally, we've lost a few.

Up until now, we've, uh--
we've managed pretty well.

Up till now?

We've received a report that
Findletter is trying to peddle...

American and Russian
Polaris type missiles.

We've never lost a Polaris missile.

At least I don't think so.

Then what's the problem?

This morning a Russian rocket
expert arrived in the Caribbean...

to talk to Findletter.

Now, the Russians don't fool easily...

on the other hand, I'd stake my reputation
on the fact that Findletter is a fraud.

Rudy, we've got to get our hands
on that arms catalog.

I know we're gonna need
Stave Austin to help us.

Well if you're asking for
a medical opinion, he's ready.

But given Steve's present
attitude towards you...

and the methods of your organization...

I wouldn't guarantee that he's
going to cooperate with you.

We're gonna need Steve Austin
on this mission.

With, or without his cooperation.

Steve, don't sell Oscar short.
He's a good man.

What's his limit?

How far will he go to fulfill a mission?

I don't think anybody knows what his limit
is until he has to make that decision.

Steve, you've been through
an emotional experience.

Oscar's arranged for you
to have a little rest.

What's the catch?

No, catch. You have
the full run of this floor.

Gymnasium, movies, food, drink.
Anything you need.

The full run of this floor?

Security, Steve.

(WEIGHT SQUEAKS)

They can't let you leave
this protected area...

until the mission you were
a part of is completed.

(WEIGHT SLAMS)

At this point in my life, Rudy,
I owe you everything.

You took the pieces and put them
all back together again.

But I'm nobody's robot.

Not yours, not Oscar Goldman's, nobody's.

Harry?

Hey!

Steve Austin!

I can't let you in.

That's alright, fellas.
We're all on the same side, I think.

It's alright. We're old friends.

I have to ask for your clearance.

Is Five Level high enough for you?

May I see it?

Why certainly, Corporal.

Alright, sir. You can talk to
Colonel Austin outside the lab.

Ah, well, anything you say.

The way they got you quartered off,
it'd be easier to get in to see God.

What's that all about?

It's just another one of those
NASA quarantines.

What about you?

Oh, well, I'm having a little
overseas physical.

Somebody pushed
the Harry Donner button...

and now looks like I'm
gonna be stuck in Tokyo.

You make it sound
like Devil's Island.

Oh, no, not nearly.
I'd be tickled pink.

'Cause you know, Tokyo.
Nah, I just had other plans.

Uh, Steve, do you remember
Tony Doyle's place in the Bahamas?

I got it rented for two weeks.

Tony Doyle's place?
I guess I missed out on that one.

You're kidding.

Well then, you missed
out on paradise.

No, I mean, this is it.

The whitest sands,
the bluest water.

They got fisk a mile long.

This is like the ends of the world.

It's like Shangri-la.

Old elephants go there to die.

What can I tell you?
It's there, all paid for, and I'm here.

Harry, I think we can do some business.

(METAL CREAKING)

Listen, Steve, just one last thing.

I wanna tell you about
an awful sweet little lassie.

There's no obligation, but in case you feel
like spending a little time with her--

Well thanks, Harry,
but I owe this weekend to a special lady.

Oh? Is she gonna join you
down on Paradise Cay?

No, she couldn't make it.

But I'm gonna think about her.

Listen, whatever's right.
To each his own, right?

Hey, listen, have a good time, buddy.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Steve Austin is on his way.

More Champagne?

No, thank you.

Sir? I asked if you would like
more Champagne.

Yes, please.

Look, you seem like a very nice lady.

What I mean is, I think we better
straighten this thing out right now.

Do you confuse me with someone?

I don't think so.
You're a friend of Harry's, right?

Who?

Whatever he said to you, I'm sorry.

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.

If Harry's made some kind of arrangement
with you, well, I'll be glad to pay you off.

Pay me off?

Look, I guess Harry thought
he was doing me a favor.

Oh.

You think you're going to
play with me for pay?

Now I understand.

You do?

You.

And now you understand.

I don't think we should wait until this
plane lands to go our separate ways.

I think we should do it right now.
And, uh--

Since you seem to have
a social problem...

I'll be delighted to change seats.
Excuse me.

(CHUCKLES )

You can't win 'em all, huh, Colonel?

Yeah, I recognize you from television.

Me and the whole family
watched you walk on the moon.

Hey, that was exciting.

Where do you think about going next?

What I'm working on,
making it up to the little boy's room.

No fooling?

Is something wrong, sir?

Yes, my judgment seems
to be a little off today.

Keep 'em flying.

(PHONE RINGS)

RUDY: Hello? Steve, where are you?

Like going crazy around here.
You had us worried.

Well, that's why I called.
To let you know I'm alright.

Matter of fact, I've never felt better.

Except there is one thing.

RUDY.' What is it?

You remember I had that glass
shatter on me at the hospital?

Well, it happened again.

Steve, I ran that through a simulated
laboratory condition...

and I think I've got it licked.

Were you by any chance upset
or angry at the time?

Yes, I was.

Then that's it.

You're experiencing
a power surge in your hand...

induced by a sudden adrenaline increase
in your system when you're angry.

It's a minor adjustment--

It'll have to wait a few days, Doc.

But don't worry, I'm not in a place
where I'm liable to be getting angry.

Be seeing you.

Hi, there, I didn't see anybody around.

The lady who arrived in that car.
Is she inside?

Well, you see, I think I owe her an apology
since we're apparently gonna be neighbors.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Go home.

( COCKS GUN )
Go home.

Yeah, I think that's a good idea.

STEVE: Perfect.

Oh!

Don't ever do that to a person.
You could've given me a heart attack.

Let me guess.
You're a friend of Harry's.

If you're gonna say it like that,
I guess I'll just leave.

That's probably a good idea.
But I think you should have a drink first.

That's sort of a left-handed invitation.

Well, you made a
left-handed entrance.

What'll you have?

Vodka on the rocks.

And I want to see a refrigerator.
Like you said, I'm a friend of Harry's.

I thought Harry just rented this place.

Well, he's rented it before.

I see.

Thank you.

(BLENDER HUMS)

What's that?

That is a moon shot.

A which?

A little number from the Cape.
Guaranteed to keep you in smooth orbit.

Tell me about the house next door.

Well, it's empty
as far as I know.

No, a lady came on the plane
with me staying there.

Is she pretty?

Yes, but that's not why I asked.

Harry said you might be a little--

Different?

Standoff-ish.

He just said that I should
fill you in on what's going on.

You know, like, set you up
with some sport fishing.

And line you up with the golf pro
at the country club. Things like that.

And then he said I should
stay out of your way.

That's good advice.

May I ask you a question?

Shoot.

What's the matter with you?

Well, doctors say I'm not all here.

What's missing?

Nothing that should prove to be
of any problem in our relationship.

You mentioned a golf course.

Anytime you're ready.

How about tomorrow? Uh--

Uh, Cynthia Holland.

My friends call me Cyn.
No cracks.

Cyn, no cracks it is.

Alexi!

Swell.

Alexi?

I didn't realize they paid you Russians
enough for this kind of life.

That's an American shortcoming
to believe your own propaganda.

Miss Volana, Mr. Findletter, this is--

Colonel Austin.
The American astronaut.

Yes, we've met.

You're all friends then.

The Soviet government invited
a crew of Apollo 19 to Moscow.

As a rocket engineer,
I was one of the hosts, but--

We met on the airplane coming over.

The Colonel and I
were seated together.

For a while.

Oh, what a remarkable coincidence.

Well, I don't know how long you're
gonna be here, but we gotta get together.

Our schedule is rather full, I'm afraid.

But... it was nice to see you, Colonel.
Excuse me.

Colonel, it seems to me
that we have met before.

I don't think so.

Well, perhaps it'll come to me.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy your stay.

I hope it proves to be profitable.

I remind you, it's rude to leave
one lady to converse with another.

Not to mention interrupting
her backswing.

Well, I saw an old friend.

Well, you don't mind my saying so...

if that's the way your
old friends treat you...

you ought to consider
a personality course.

Maybe I should at that.

(HIGH-PITCHED WHIRR)

Well?

Well, what?
How did you do that?

It's all in the wrists.

It's addressed to you.

Thank you.

None of my business?

You've been invited to dinner.

Me? You mean us.

Yes, I mean us.

Would you fix me a drink?

One of those moon beams?

Shots. Moon shots.

Right. Right.

May I ask who invited
us to dinner tonight?

Was it your friend the Russian?

Well, a matter of fact,
it was the gentleman who was with them.

Mr. Findletter.
Ever hear of him?

No. Should I have?

I don't know.

Well, that makes two of us.

May I ask you another
very personal question?

Sure.

Do you like girls?

Mmm-hmm. Yes, very much.

I think they're great fun. In fact,
I wanted to take one to the moon with me.

There were some experiments I wanted to
attempt in a zero-gravity situation.

But they wouldn't let me.

(GLASSES CLINK)

What you really want to know is
why I haven't made a pass at you.

Well, a girl does like
to think that she's attractive.

And you are.

If I was ready to open up to anybody,
I think it would be you.

But, um--

Yes?

I read someplace that you shouldn't be
in too much of a hurry to be rid of a hurt.

It's good for people to feel.
That's what separates us from machines...

and some institutions.

That's so beautiful,
I think I'm going to cry.

That's good for you too.

Now take off your clothes.

What?

Get into your bathing suit.
We're going for a swim.

And then we have
a big night ahead of us.

(CASINO CHATTER)

(CALLER SPEAKS FRENCH)

(CALLER SPEAKS FRENCH)

(CALLER SPEAKS FRENCH)

Oh, is there anything
you aren't good at?

I've never had much success
at milking reindeer.

-Oh
- Mr.Austin?

Alexi would like to see you.

Well, I assumed he'd be joining
us later with Mr. Findletter.

He would like to
see you alone first.

My dear, would you cover for me?

Oh, why can't I come too?

Well, because my system is based on
1,000 continuous plays at the wheel.

I worked it out on
a NASA computer.

If we'd stop now,
it'd cost us a fortune.

( KNOCKING )

It's alright.

Two parts vodka,
colossal lift off.

One part brandy,
magnificent orbit.

Blend of triple sec and grenadine
to bring you safely back to Earth.

Here's mud in your eye.

(LAUGHS)

If you gentlemen will excuse me.

(noon)

Nothing would please me better
than to talk of the good times...

we had together in Moscow.

The vodka we drank,
the women we knew...

and the rules and regulations
that we broke, but...

I was not happy to see you today,
my friend.

I came through.

Any other time, yes.
But not now, not here.

I asked you here for one reason.

You guessed what it is.

I presume it was to explain
what happened this morning.

You know what
happened this morning.

I asked you here to suggest
the possibility of working together.

Look, Alexi, I'm here on a vacation.
Isn't that why you're here?

This is no time for
nationalistic games, Steve.

Divided, we play right
into the hands of Findletter.

Together, we can destroy him.

Look, pal, you gotta believe me when I say
I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, if that's the way
you want it to be.

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 who's activities
are quite familiar to us.

One week ago,
you were in Alexandria.

The night Arlen Findletter's
boat mysteriously blew up.

You left Alexandria that same
night by means unknown.

One day ago, you arrived
here aboard a flight...

on which an office in Washington
specifically requested...

a seat next to the Soviet Undersecretary
of Special External Security.

And once here, your lodgings are
conveniently next door to Soviet mission.

Do you still insist that you are no more
than an astronaut playboy on holiday?

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.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

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.

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.

Mmm, some distance away.

I need some time to make
suitable arrangements.

Shall we say tomorrow night
at the same time?

Good.

CYNTHIA: He never came back.

HARRY: 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?

Well-rested.

Should get shot more often.

Not shot, tranquillized.

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 get badly hurt.

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

then you should 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?

You better go up on deck.

No, no, fellas.
Fishing poles, 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
twenty miles of any shore.

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 you won't try to use
the radio or cause trouble?

What's the difference if I said yes or no?

If you say, yes, and 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 moonshot 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.
Hit looked real good.

HARRY: There is no place in
our line of work for amateurs.

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.

VOLANA: 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 one's we're going to have
while I'm tying you up.

What're 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 gotta find out about.

Now, let's be civilized about this.

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

so I expect a little
reason from you.

(MOANING)

I wanna 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.

(YELLS)

( POUNDING ON DOOR )

Sorry I had to violate your porthole.

( MOANS )

( MOANS )

VOLANA: Steve!

Steve!

Yes, sir. We're gonna try and get that
catalog out of Findletter's safe tonight, sir.

HARRY: Apparently,
he's been out of town.

Good, Harry, one more thing.

How did Steve take the news
that he was on an operation all along?

Uh... uh, fine, sir.

I handled that very well
as a matter of fact.

Fine.

I thought after a few days rest
he might be ready to listen to reason.

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

HARRY: I got him here
in the first place and I--

(LOUD BANGING)

Steve!

Uh, Steve?

Hello?

Hello? What's going on there? Hello?

That you Oscar?

Steve? How are you?

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

you lay it all out up front
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!

(momma-aurora)
an

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.

If you won't do it for me,
or for Harry or for Oscar...

would you do it to get the men
who killed Tamara?

Findletter?

You.

If that's the truth, then why didn't
they tell me that in Washington?

Well, because 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.

Maybe I found his limit after all.

Will you help us, Steve?

We need you.

Operating under my orders, of course.

Alright. First I have a matter
to settle with an old friend.

(GROANS )

(METAL CREAKING)

FINDLETTER: I'm sorry you can't enjoy the
drive , Kaslov, even though it is lovely.

I came to see missile,
not palm trees.

So you shall.

Make yourself comfortable,
because we had a long drive ahead of us.

It's not too far now.

(SCREAMS )

(DOOR HISSES, SLIDES)

FINDLETTER: The world's
largest underground arsenal.

ALEXI: It's incredible.

FINDLETTER: The SCRB
sole-flying missile.

A class of warhead capable of delivering
200 megatons over a range of 3,000 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.

There can only be one source.

The Soviet Sebring that sank two months
ago. These must be her missiles.

They were her missiles.

ALEXI: Your catalog also
mentions Polaris missile.

FINDLETTER: I hope that you will 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 phony
as a salesman's smile.

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.

Better a little slow
than no show, right?

Which reminds me,
what happened to you?

You can't get near those Russians
if you don't pull a disappearing act.

Never mind that.
What're you saying the mission's over?

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 Oscar.
Told him we're on our way home.

Well, you better call him back.

Oh? What's this.

Where'd you get that?

From a missile in one of Findletter's silos.

I don't know what you thought you saw,
but it couldn't have been a Polaris.

That's the most secure
weapon we got.

Check it out.

Well, I know what I'll find,
Findletter's an out and out fraud.

Wait a minute, look at this.

Now he's offering an entire United States
Poseidon Submarine for sale...

with a full compliment
of 16 Poseidon missiles.

Steve, I don't know how familiar
you are with the Poseidon...

but that's so new they're not even launching
one till the 12th of this month.

Mmm-hmm, that's tomorrow.

Yeah.

Oh, come on, Save.

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 a question?

STEVE: Yeah.

HARRY: What're we doing up here?
We're miles from anywhere.

Whatever's gonna happen is going to
happen from that underground complex...

wherever it is.

Steve, there's nothing down
there but water and swamps.

Happiness Place and Slumber Road.
We'll find it.

ALEXI: 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 business
was complete.

As have I, Koslov, is today.

Except you failed to tell me about
the arrangement you made...

with Steve Austin, the American.

Steve Austin is dead.
We told you that.

Yes, I know you did, Koslov.

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 on possible explanation.

That is that you are lying.

Question is why.

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're you talking about?

This is where I leave you, Harry.

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

and let me fly around over
some cemetery? What is that?

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

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

Yeah? What's that?

How you're gonna get aboard that Poseidon
submarine that was launched today.

Steve? Steve!

What am I gonna tell Oscar?

(DOOR WHIRRS)

What are you doing?
How did you get here?

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

We are temporarily closed.

I see. Well, 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 are 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 gonna be needing
one right away.

This is perfect.
It's gonna be just fine.

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

(YELLS)

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.

She'll be within our waters
in two hours.

And there, she'll be the first of many
to join my fleet.

Take any of the oil rich
Arab countries for example.

They'll no longer be in need to train,
equip or man a land army, navy or air force.

Just one Poseidon submarine
and her 16 missiles...

will be sufficient to devastate
any two of her enemies.

And have enough firepower
left over to incinerate a third.

It will be called the six-minute war.

This way, please.

FINDLETTER: A nuclear submarine
must be attacked from within.

And in less time than it takes
a wireless operator...

to trigger a pre-taped
S.O.S. signal.

But the same line of communication
that protects a nuclear fleet...

can also be turnde against her.

Now, if this goblet...

were placed aboard
a submarine 500 miles away...

By merely transmitting a special signal...
( HIGH-PITCHED TONE )

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.

Ms. Volana, will you put one
of them on, please?

Now Alexi...

tell me again.

What arrangements did you
make with the Americans?

None.

Viral.

FINDLETTER: If you'd be so kind
as to keep your eyes on that rat...

and at precisely the right moment...

a signal will be dispatched.

(HIGH-PITCHED TONE)

(CAN HISSES)

If you are an average man...

you'll be able to hold your breath
for perhaps two minutes.

That rat will last but 30 seconds.

(CAN HISSES)

You have less than
one minute to live, Alexi.

Stop it! He is telling the truth!

FINDLETTER: Guards! Stop them!

(ALARM BELL RINGS)

So, we worked together after all, friend.

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

No. No, there isn't time.
You must 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 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, Mr. Austin.

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

Your ability to swim extraordinary
speeds and distances.

Knock down concrete walls...

and survive in 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.

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 in about ten minutes.

ANNOUNCER: 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.

Oh, Steve, try to stay awake.

Katrina, would you stop talking?

I have to keep talking.
I have to help you ward off the effects--

In Russia they say all
American men are soft.

We rise to the occasion.

ANNOUNCER: Four minutes and counting.

We gotta keep him from
transmitting that signal.

How do we do that?

That's a good question.

ANNOUNCER: Three minutes
and counting.

The Poseidon is entering
the shallow shores.

ANNOUNCER: Two minutes and counting.

ANNOUNCER: One minute and counting.

ANNOUNCER: 45 seconds and counting.

Too late.

ANNOUNCER: 30 seconds and counting.

ANNOUNCER: 15 seconds and counting.

Stand by signal burst.

ANNOUNCER: 10 seconds.

ANNOUNCER: Five... four...

three... two... one.

Here. Take my hand.

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

I eat a lot of carrots.

Institute emergency power.

GUARD: There they are! Stop them!

In here.

VOLANA: Power's back on.

They'll still be able to release the nerve gas.

The power, yes, but the transmitter
has sent it's last signal.

There's no other way out, is there?

Come on.

See if you can get the plate
off that ventilator.

It is jammed!
Blow it open.

This oughta do it.

VOLANA:
What're you talking about?

STEVE: Just fixing up a little surprise for
Findletter when they open silo number 7.

(DOOR WHIRRS)

FINDLETTER: Hurry with that charge.

I don't even see where it comes out.

This is frightening.

Don't look down.

GUARD: There's no way out.
They must be in one of those silos.

FINDLETTER: Silo 1.

VOLANA: Maybe we should have
taken our chances with Findletter.

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 no where else they could be.

Let's rest for a while, huh?

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

FINDLETTER: Silo 6.

FINDLETTER: Yes, of course.

With the Polaris. The Americans
with the American missile.

That's for a princess named Tamara.

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.

He's the man
Six Million Dollar Man

He's the man
Six Million Dollar Man

He's my man A'

Oh, he's my man A'

Yeah, let me tea'! you 'bout 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

Catch him if you can A'
Beat him if you can

Love him if you can

Now he's the man
Six Million Dollar

Six Million Dollar,
Six Million Dollar Man