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(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