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Our story so far.

Cut the magnetic power!

The Weather Control Machine is far too massive to steal

without very special arrangements.

Robots?

The perfect women.

And as beautiful or as deadly as I choose to make them.

They're really remarkable.

Good morning, Miss Callahan. Good morning, Mr. Goldman.

Make immediate arrangements to kidnap Oscar Goldman.

Who're you? And where is Oscar Goldman?

She's dangerous. Capture.

It looks like she's beginning to reject her bionics.

You recall that the Weather Control Machine was my basic concept?

I'm gonna get control of the working model of that machine,

and you're going to help me.

So your Colonel Austin has discovered where we are.

Steve.

Oscar.

Where are the rest?

Well, I'm it.

This is Oscar Goldman.

I want the components of the Weather Machine flown

to Saint Emile Island in the Caribbean immediately.

Rudy, they're robots.

Oscar, it's Rudy.

I'm in Jaime's room, and we have a problem.

What is it, Rudy?

Well, I know it's ridiculous, but she just woke up screaming

that she had proof that you were one of Franklin's robots.

Hanson! That's not Oscar Goldman!

Kill him, Hanson!

Hey, those have to be 50-mile an hour winds!

Very good, my dear.

Would you like to see them increased

to a force powerful enough to destroy this building?

This city? I can do it, you know.

This is only a warning.

And now the conclusion of "Kill Oscar" on The Bionic Woman.

The Rhodesian Prime Minister has declined to comment on the Angolan charges

other than to brand them as gross exaggerations.

On the national scene, weather is running

a close second to politics today.

A series of unseasonable storms began striking the southeast shortly before dawn.

While there have been no reports of extensive damage thus far,

rain and severe wind conditions cover an arc

from Louisiana to North Carolina.

The National Weather Service has offered no explanation

beyond admitting they don't know what is causing

the unusual low pressure area responsible for the storms.

We've tried to contact Oscar Goldman,

the Director of the Office of Scientific Intelligence for his comments.

We've been informed that Mr. Goldman is unavailable at the moment.

Now it begins.

Wonder what Franklin's got for an encore.

Steve, we have a meeting at the Pentagon...

Jaime, get back in bed.

I feel fine.

Now, you let me be the judge of that.

All your tests aren't in yet.

Rudy, I don't have time to be sick anymore. I really don't.

My bionics are fine. What do you want, proof?

Okay, I will give you proof.

Here's proof right here.

This trick's a little easier with a tennis ball, but...

Oh, you're in trouble now, Jaime. That's destroying hospital property.

That's a felony if they want to press charges.

Oh, dear. You will wait for me, won't you, till I get out?

Sure.

Okay. So what? Am I cured, or what?

Okay. Okay. Your arm may be all right, but...

That's right. Maybe your arm is okay. But you're right.

We have to check and see how her legs are.

See if they're strong enough.

Uh, why don't you kick in the bathroom door, Jaime?

Good idea. Wonder why I didn't think of that.

Okay. Okay. I'll take your prognosis.

Thank you.

But what's happening at the Pentagon?

They're gearing up for full scale combat

against Franklin and the Weather Machine.

All air crew personnel

report to your squadron operations immediately.

All air crew personnel report to your squadron operations immediately.

Now hear this. Now hear this.

This is not a drill. General Quarters. General Quarters.

All hands, man your battle stations.

I say again, all hands, man your battle stations.

So far, gentlemen, this is the area the storm has covered,

from Galveston up through Northern Virginia.

What exactly seems to be happening, Mr. Hanson?

Can Franklin pinpoint his targets?

There's no evidence that he can aim the machine with any amount of accuracy,

but he can disrupt normal air patterns

and create instability in broad areas.

Now, this is his present base of operation,

Saint Emile Island. It's 90 miles south and east of Jamaica.

We've triangulated this position from the satellite he's using

to laser-bounce the electromagnetic waves of the system.

Now, ever since he's put this machine into operation,

he's caused a pebble-in-a-pond effect.

Storms rotating around the island moving outwardly and with

a great effect on the upper atmosphere.

Now, the winds created have carried large masses of warm tropical air

into the southern interior of the US,

and wherever they've collided with the normal colder patterns,

the storm fronts have resulted.

Has he made any specific demands on us yet?

Only one.

That we acquiesce and admit that he's superior to us.

When we do that, he says he'll tell us what he wants.

Unconditional surrender?

It's ridiculous.

I think everyone at this table understands that.

But we can't lose sight of the fact that sitting on this little island,

he's virtually laying siege to us.

And so far, we haven't been able to, uh,

come up with any sure way of hitting back at him.

Why don't we just launch a few of our missiles and shoot his satellites down,

or put a warhead in his lap?

Dr. Wells of the OSI said the ion exchange

caused by the Weather Machine could seriously

disorient the internal guidance systems.

If that's so, the missiles could possibly drop in populated areas.

As long as we're considering humanity,

Oscar Goldman is a dear and old friend.

Is any consideration being given to the fact that he's still a hostage?

No. Goldman established that if he were captured, he was to be killed.

All right, Mr. Hanson. How do you see our present alternatives?

Limited.

But in order of preference, Plan One.

An immediate coordinated attack against Saint Emile Island,

using tactical bombers and the Seventh Fleet.

The necessary units are all on standby alert.

Plan Two.

Negotiate with Franklin while seeking scientific

countermeasures to the Weather Control System.

This presupposes that he'll give us the time that we need.

Plan Three.

Take everything he can throw at us until we can destroy the satellites.

Dr. Wells has arrived, Mr. Hanson.

Hello, Rudy. Steve.

Admiral, it's good to see you, sir.

May I present Miss Jaime Sommers.

- How do you do, Admiral? - Miss Sommers.

Oh.

Mr. Hanson, does the young lady have clearance to be in this room?

Miss Sommers is a Security-Six OSI agent.

Colonel Austin and I can personally vouch for her.

That sounds like enough clearance to me.

Dr. Wells worked with Franklin at the OSI.

I've asked him to give us a psychological profile on him.

Well, gentlemen, the Franklin that I knew was a deeply frustrated man.

His theories were not well received,

so he had a deep need to prove himself right.

Now, I think that's what he's trying to do now,

prove himself right, only on a larger scale.

Now, he's put himself out on a limb,

and to protect himself, he has to make us surrender

because he knows we'll try to destroy his base.

What would he need to feel safe?

Who knows? Maybe enough materials to build several thousand more robots.

Obviously, he's not gonna be safe off the island,

so he has to build a life and a kingdom there.

With lifelong rights for endless demands, huh?

No. No, sir. No, thank you.

Doctor, we've just received some high-resolution

satellite pictures of Saint Emile Island.

Would you, uh, care to comment on them?

It's ingenious.

He's built these cloud patterns

into a defensive low-pressure zone around the island.

By keeping that zone stationary,

the island is virtually centered in the eye of a hurricane,

and invulnerable to attack.

With all respect, Doctor, we don't only fight on sunny summer days.

Our attack units are designed for all-weather capability.

I know that.

But Franklin's helped by the ideal conditions in the hurricane belt.

He can maintain this zone and still have maximum power reserves available

to bring devastation down on us, the likes of which we can only imagine.

So how much weather is all-weather, Admiral?

I guess we'll see, won't we?

Gentlemen, I recommend that we proceed with Plan One immediately.

Do I have your permission?

Thank you, gentlemen.

Admiral, will you issue the attack order?

Gentlemen, please let us get Oscar off the island first.

That subject has been discussed and closed, Miss Sommers.

Well, then let's reopen it, Mr. Hanson.

Miss Sommers, we really can't worry about Goldman at this point.

We've got to stop this man Franklin

before his Weather Machine can devastate large areas of the planet.

Get me the fleet commander.

Admiral Richter?

Come on, Jaime. It's a lost cause. Well...

Come on.

Scramble. Scramble.

All air operations crews to the flight line.

Pilots, man your planes.

Road Runner 48, you are cleared for immediate takeoff.

Proceed with pre-planned attack profile.

Rendezvous with forward air control Wolf 02

at one 115 degrees for 76.

For 76 nautical miles off Drake Tacan.

Report armament available to Wolf.

Mission identifier Operation Thor.

Wolf 02 will coordinate attack of Navy and Air Force fighter bombers

with laser and electronic optically guided bombs

following the first wave of B-52s,

which have estimated on-target time of 1318, 1318 Zulu.

Latest intelligence confirms pre-mission briefing.

Negative aerial opposition and negative ground fire anticipated.

They're coming now. Surface and air units.

Present position, 800 kilometers on bearing 342 degrees.

Speed, mach 1.2 and closing.

So, they want a fight.

Did you imagine for one minute that they wouldn't?

For their sake, I'm sorry they didn't.

Advance gale force 65 knots.

So you see, we're not giving up, Jaime.

All we need is an atomic submarine.

How do we get a sub?

Here's your answer.

Steve. Miss Sommers. What are you doing here?

Well, Admiral, we're just, uh, waiting for you.

You know, Jaime, in case you haven't heard,

Admiral Richter here is known as the bad boy of the Navy.

Not to my face, Colonel.

Yes, sir.

But you are known for your unorthodox approach, right?

And you've never been afraid of trying new methods.

Get to the point.

Well, we are, sir, without sounding ridiculous.

You see, we don't think that the fleet has a chance of reaching Saint Emile.

But Jaime and I could, if, uh...

If you'd just lend us an atomic sub.

You're right. You sound ridiculous.

You think we can order an attack sub like a taxi?

Hey, cabbie, take me to the West Indies?

Admiral, uh...

Your reputation says that you've never been afraid

to buck the establishment for a good plan.

Now, I think our plan is very good, and I wish you'd listen to it.

I think I've already heard enough.

You're both wrong on several counts.

In the first place, I don't buck the establishment.

I am the establishment.

I've had differences of opinion with my colleagues on methods,

but I respect their professional competence.

If they say the attack units can get through,

I'll go along with them.

Do you believe them?

Look, I'd like to save Oscar as much as you would.

Maybe more.

He was my executive officer for intelligence until he left the Navy.

We sat in this room together for four days and nights straight

during the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Then we went out and got drunk together when it was over.

But if a strike unit of the US Navy can't destroy Franklin's base,

what can you and this pretty young lady

possibly hope to accomplish?

Show him your stuff.

Well, he's gotta know.

Solid brass, Admiral?

Yes.

It's called bionics.

Bionics? Of course.

Rudy and I discussed the possibility several years ago.

But I didn't know there were any working models.

The legs, too?

And an eye. I got an ear.

Get me the commanding officer of the attack sub Stingray

at San Juan Naval Station.

Now hear this. Now hear this.

All hands, rig for heavy weather stations.

The task force is still advancing, Dr. Franklin.

Advance the set to 75 knots.

Franklin, the machine is unstable.

No telling what it'll do at that setting.

True, but I know what the task force will do if I don't stop them.

Wolf Leader, this is Road Runner 01. We're over the weather.

Franklin's ion discriminator is fouling our radar.

There's no way we can get through. Over.

Roger, Road Runner 01. Return to base.

Very well. I don't want any losses for no purpose.

Signal operation suspended and order all units back to calmer waters.

I see. No, no, hold the second wave of fighters until further orders.

That puts us back to where we started. To square one.

Not quite. I've hedged our bet.

An unusual invasion force is headed for Saint Emile Island

aboard the Stingray at this moment.

You dispatched a nuclear submarine without coordinating it with us?

Couldn't hurt.

Now you'd better explain what you're up to.

I don't like you taking matters into your own hands, Richter.

Present reading is 50 degrees, 20 minutes north,

68 degrees, 7 minutes west, Commander.

Very well.

Our present position is 500 miles northeast of Saint Emile, Colonel.

Our best speed will put you on the island by 1000 hours tomorrow.

That's great. Great.

Heavy weather dead ahead, Commander.

Clear the decks. Dive. Dive.

Their units have withdrawn.

Reduce gale set to 50 knots.

Well, Oscar.

Aren't you going to tell me I can't get away with it?

What do you want, Franklin?

I'm not sure now.

What should one want when one can have anything?

I admit I'm enjoying the moment immensely.

All the people who said I was wrong

have been forced to watch me proved right.

I've repelled the US Navy and Air Force.

I've made fools of the OSI.

Achievements no one has ever accomplished before.

It's heady stuff, Oscar.

I might even say delicious.

Get them out of here.

We're 10 miles from Saint Emile, Commander.

Surface conditions remain at heavy gale.

Very well. Maintain present course and speed.

Now, this is our most recent navigational chart of the island.

This dam was built while there were still sugarcane plantations on the island.

The soil gave out several years ago and they were abandoned.

Where do you think Franklin would've put his headquarters?

Here, I'd imagine, in the valley below the dam. It's the most protected.

Then we should land on the other side,

cross the mountains about here,

infiltrate down past the lake, and...

And see what happens.

Well, something like that.

Anyway, memorize this in case we get separated.

If we do, you head for the dam above his complex.

We'll meet there if we can make it.

What's the present weather conditions?

This is our most recent transmission.

The eye of the hurricane is holding right over Saint Emile.

Oh, nice. Sunny summer skies for him,

50 miles an hour offshore winds for us.

Well, some guys just don't like to share, that's all.

We'll put you ashore on a raft

as soon as we hit the calmer waters around the island.

Bottom coming up fast, Commander.

Present reading 210 Fathoms, 200...

190...

Forward-looking sonar shows a reef rising ahead.

As you can see, he's got a natural submarine net there.

We can go over it, but it'll put us up in the weather.

Rise to periscope depth. Reduce speed to two thirds.

Diving planes up angle 10.

Clear ballast tanks to positive buoyancy.

Aye, aye, sir.

Depth to keel, 160.

150.

Beautiful right arm.

Very heavy surface turbulence, Commander.

It's worse than I thought.

Take her down 200 feet. All engines stop.

Aye, aye, sir.

That's it. The mission will have to be scrubbed.

We can't launch a raft in this.

No, wait a minute. Now, I've bailed out of a sub the hard way before.

You got a scuba suit aboard?

Two suits. Two suits.

Now wait a minute, Jaime. You're not going out of a torpedo tube.

Now, you felt the sub. It'll be rough out there.

You never promised me a rose garden.

No, forget it.

Commander.

Can an Air Force officer aboard a Navy submarine

give orders to a civilian who isn't listening to him anyway?

Now leave me out of this, you two.

We've got two suits up in the forward torpedo room.

You decide what happens.

Two suits.

I still wish you were staying aboard.

Hey, how dangerous can this be? Really?

On a scale of one to 10, about 12.

I've got good news. The prevailing current is toward the land.

Well, then don't fight it. Just ride it in.

Okay?

Open them up.

Ladies first.

Okay. Here we go.

Does the tube fill up with water fast?

Yeah. It'll be dark and a little scary.

Good, good.

See you ashore.

Get your masks and breathing gear into place as soon as we close you in.

You'll have 10 seconds before the tubes flood.

Open the outer doors.

Tubes flooded for release, sir.

Flood number one.

Flood number two.

Can they make it, sir?

They've got very special qualities.

If anybody can survive out there, they've got the best chance.

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Oh, come on. If I made it, you can.

Steve?

Dr. Franklin, we've got an intruder in sector three.

What? That's impossible.

Come look. It's a woman.

Jaime Sommers.

Follow her. And get Oscar Goldman in here.

They've lost her temporarily.

You two join the hunt.

She won't get far.

Well, Oscar, your bionic woman is on the island.

Turn on the helicopter speaker.

Miss Sommers?

Miss Sommers, I know you're down there somewhere.

This is Dr. Franklin.

You know I have Oscar Goldman as my hostage.

Give yourself up immediately or I'll kill him.

I'm not bluffing. Here he is. Listen to him.

Make your own personal appeal.

Jaime.

You know my orders concerning capture.

Carry them out.

Very noble.

But I don't believe they'll do that.

The strike force obviously would have killed me if they'd gotten through.

So will Jaime Sommers and Steve Austin.

But they're your friends. I saw that.

The girl was particularly concerned for you.

They have their orders, Franklin.

My orders.

Besides, whether you decide to kill me or not, Franklin,

they won't stop till they get to you.

You may be right, Oscar.

Killing you serves no purpose.

I'll just have to make sure they don't reach here alive.

Won't I?

In case we get separated, head for the dam above his complex.

We'll meet there if we can make it.

There she is.

She's made considerable progress.

Don't hurt her.

She was not invited.

She'll have to pay the price of admission.

Recalibrate the ion discriminator to the factor of plus four.

Won't that bring the hurricane winds onto the island?

Yes, it may.

But we've got to slow her down till our fembots can get to her.

I told you I'd find a way to stop her.

And I will.

We lost her again, but we know she's in the area.

Fembot Number Six.

Proceed to the forest area.

Capture the girl and bring her here.

If she tries to resist, kill her.

Gentlemen, may I have your attention up at the screen, please?

We've just received a new picture from the weather satellite

that shows a strange development.

Notice how the storm is advancing inland.

Now, we don't know whether Franklin is doing that himself for some reason,

or if it's the instability of the Weather Machine that Dr. Wells told us about.

What do you make of it, Rudy?

I can think of two good reasons

why Franklin would bring the storm to the island.

Jaime and Steve.

Now, he could be fighting one of them or both of them with it.

Admiral Richter, what's the report on Austin and Sommers?

They were launched from the Stingray under very adverse conditions.

I suggest we re-launch our strike force.

If Franklin is diverting power, then it's possible that our

attack units might get through.

Until Franklin increases the intensity of the storm,

and then we're right back where we started.

Right. I think it very possible that Colonel Austin and Miss Sommers

made their way safely to the island,

and what we're seeing on the map

is Franklin's close-range attempt to stop them.

You're asking us to rely on two people

rather than the combined strength of our forces.

General, these are two very special people.

Doctor, our first regard must be for getting the battle won.

That's right.

Conditions for a new attack are better now for our operations

and safer for our men than they were yesterday.

And we must take immediate advantage of this.

Jerry, I understand your problem.

But if Miss Sommers and Austin managed to fight their way ashore,

they deserve their chance.

What do you think, Hanson?

If they're alive and fighting that,

I'd hate to think that our own bombers will suddenly be clobbering them.

Still no sight of her.

Three and Five, recheck the beach perimeter.

Number Six, continue searching the forest.

Dr. Franklin, negative reception on Fembot Six.

It could be a transmission failure.

Did you see Sommers before it happened?

No. It just stopped sending.

Number Five is functioning properly.

Number Three is transmitting all right.

Who's that?

Another intruder.

Probably Miss Sommers' male counterpart, Steve Austin.

Go help capture.

Helicopter.

Colonel Austin has been sighted in sector two.

Proceed there immediately.

We know you're there, Colonel Austin.

Steve?

You may as well give up.

I let you win the last fight with them,

but that's not in my plans this time.

Keep after him.

Okay, baby, you're first.

There's Number Six.

Must've been a transmission problem.

Steve, it's me.

Jaime.

Listen, we'd better make this look good. I'm gonna give you a kick.

There's something strange about her.

Isolate Fembot Six.

That's Jaime Sommers.

Get them.

Number Five, help capture.

Number Three, disable the helicopter.

Let's get outta here, Jaime. This bird won't fly.

Don't let them escape.

Get up. Get up. Follow them. Quickly!

Keep them in sight.

Keep after him. Don't let him get away.

We've got to slow them down till the fembots can catch up with them.

Bring the storm in closer.

Raise the gale level to 80 knots.

No. We don't know what'll happen.

We've got to slow them down!

Come on, Jaime. Now I can move faster.

It must be Steve and Miss Sommers.

I almost wish it wasn't.

Now they have to take on the full force of a hurricane.

Colonel Austin and Miss Sommers are quite extraordinary,

but they're no match for the forces of nature.

The dam above our complex is filling too fast.

Water level rising at 3.1 meters per hour.

4.7 meters per hour.

Open the flood gates.

Water level still rising.

The gates can't control the run-off.

We've got to slow them down.

No. It's too dangerous to set it higher.

Please, Doctor, the system's unstable now.

That's our asset.

The overload will build the electric storm.

Their bionic limbs will draw it to them like lightning rods.

Now get out of my way!

The dam's on the other side of that hill.

Steve.

Come on, Jaime. They're right behind us.

There they are. Go after them.

Faster.

Faster.

Faster. Catch them!

Thunder terrifies me.

The time for terror is when the thunder stops, Callahan.

Franklin won't stop this thunder until he's sure that Steve and Jaime are dead.

We've got to get across the dam to Franklin's complex.

Lightning might get us. Our bionics attract it.

Well, the faster we get past it, the better.

Let's go.

Stop the lightning before the fembots get to the dam.

It'll strike them.

We can't. The storm's out of control.

The lightning's almost hitting them.

But it's getting close to the fembots, too.

No!

Number One, Katy, get off the dam.

No.

Dr. Franklin, the lightning has weakened the dam.

The dam is breaking up.

What are you gonna do with us, Franklin?

You don't matter to me now, Oscar. You're free to go.

This complex is about to be destroyed.

Come with us.

I don't think so.

The least I can do is to match your example.

Hurry, please.

Where's Dr. Franklin? Back there.

Get out fast. To high ground.

Doctor. Miss Sommers.

Apparently, Rudy Wells was right.

His bionics unit's more effective than my robots.

Or to put it more simply, humans are superior to machines.

Doctor...

Doctor, would you come with me, please?

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm not being heroic in any Wagnerian sense,

but I'd rather have it like that.

Anything else will be an anticlimax.

I think you'd better go rather quickly.

You are coming with me.

Doctor, would you like me to carry you?

Good Lord, you wouldn't do that?

I certainly would, and you know that I can.

Okay.

Leave me my dignity. Please.

That's up to you, Doctor.

Miss Sommers, you're a very determined young woman...

Yes. With a mind of her own.

I always said that was a defect in a woman.

Let's go.

Come on, Doctor. Please, hurry.

They'll send a boat to take us home.

Are you still sorry that I had you come with us?

I must admit, Doctor, you have done some pretty amazing things.

Perhaps, but I'm not feeling particularly

optimistic at the moment.

I'm beginning to think the biggest thing in nature is man's ego.

His claim to omnipotence.

The smallest thing is his real power to control events.

His own destiny in particular.

Let's go home.

I don't know.

Sometimes it seems the things that aren't really controllable

are the best things of all.