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[instrumental music]

[whooshing]

That's it, sir.
It just popped out of nowhere.

It's going so fast,
I can barely keep up with it.

[intense music]

This is General Wylie.

Go to condition yellow.

Scramble intercept Zulu Four.

[aircraft whirring]

Bandleader,
this is Zulu Four leader.

Off the deck at 0230.

[Man 1] Roger, Zulu Four.

[aircraft droning]

Bandleader, Zulu Four leader.

Flight in position, missiles armed.

Roger, Zulu Four.

Bogey will arrive
at your position in...

estimate ten seconds or less.

Nine, eight, seven, six...

[whooshing]

Zulu Four,
bogey has arrived your position.

Can you pursue?

Pursue?
I can't even see it anymore.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Oscar, it's three o'clock
in the morning.

What?

Say, 3000 miles an hour

and it walked away
from our interceptors?

Wh--where was this again?

Northern Wyoming?

Sure, Oscar, I understand.

I'll be right over.

[dramatic music]

General.

Just picked up telemetry again, sir.

It seems to be landing.

The dropped chute has deployed.

Main chute open.

It's landing, general.

Where?

[keys clacking]

The United States.

That's impossible!

Cou--could you be mistaken?

[keys clacking]

[Woman 1] No, sir. No mistake.

Can you give me
a more definite area?

Northern Wyoming.

[beeping]

See that all our best people
in the area are contacted.

We must reach it
before the Americans.

[intense music]

[Man 2] It looks good
at NASA One.

[Man 3] Roger.
BCS Arm switch is on.

[Man 2] Okay, Victor.

[Man 3] Landing Rocket
Arm switch is on.

Here comes the throttle.
Circuit breakers in.

- [Steve] We have separation.
- [Man 2] Roger.

[Man 4] Inboards and outboards are on.

We're comin' forward
with the side stick.

- [Man 2] All looks good.
- [Man 3] Uh, roger.

[Steve] I've got a blowout,
damper three!

- [Man 3] Get your pitch to zero.
- [Steve] Pitch is out.

[Steve] I can't hold altitude.

[Man 3] Correction.
Alpha Hold is off.

Turn selectors... Emergency!

[Steve] Flight Com,
I can't hold it.

She's breaking up.
She's break...

[explosion]

[Rudy] Steve Austin, astronaut.

A man barely alive.

[Oscar] Gentleman,
we can rebuild him.

We have the technology.

We have the capability to make
the world's first bionic man.

Steve Austin will be that man.

Better than he was before.

Better, stronger, faster.

[whirring]

[theme music]

[horse neighing]

[dog barking]

[intense music]

[dog barking]

[horse neighing]

What you barking all about, Bandit?

[horse trotting]

[horse snorts]

[horse neighing]

What's wrong with old Jet
over there?

[horse neighing]

What's wrong with you, Jet?

Easy, boy!

[horse neighing]

I don't know what's gotten
into you fool animals.

[horse neighing]

[music continues]

Huh, well, at least you ladies
is normal anyhows.

[horse neighing]

Come and get it.

[music continues]

[dog barking]

Bandit, hush up!

[horse neighing]

Bandit!
Bandit, come back here!

[whirring]

[clattering]

[crashing]

[crashing]

You stay away.
You stay away from me, you hear.

[whirring]

[gunshot]

[whirring]

[whirring]

[rattling]

[man sighing]

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

Sally, I don't take
that kind of talk from anybody.

I mean, when he said that to me,
I just raised my eyebrow

and I... Hold on, Sally,
I'm gonna put you on hold.

I'll be right back.

Yes, this is the Bradville
Development Corporation.

- [Man on phone] Roberta Harris.
- Speaking.

[Man on phone] Have you looked
at the sky lately?

- Yes, I'm listening.
- We have a condition red.

Go to your prime rendezvous.

You'll be given instructions there.

Yes, sir.

[dramatic music]

The camera loves you, Joni.

Oh, beautiful, sweetheart, beautiful.

- One more. That's it.
- [telephone ringing]

You know, Joni, you really ought
to do somethin' about that mole.

Darling Daryl. Speak.

[Man on phone] Have you looked
at the sky lately?

Take five, Joni.

Go.

[engine starting]

Thank you.

Call that a hockey game
last night?

Goalie was gun shy.

If you wanna win a hockey game...

[telephone ringing]

Ralph's Garage. Ralph speakin'.

[Man on phone] Have you looked
at the sky lately?

See you around, okay?

[dramatic music]

There's been UFOs before, Oscar,

and they usually turn out to be
weather balloons

or someone else's
overworked imagination.

Not this time, Steve.

We tracked it on the radar
for ten minutes.

It was traveling at Mach four.

That sounds like a spacecraft,
not an aircraft.

That's why they couldn't catch it.

A spacecraft comes down
out of the stratosphere,

not across the horizon.

I take it that's what's got
the secretary worried.

Exactly. It's a threat
to our national defense.

If this thing turns out to be
a prototype weapon...

Steve,
this is top-security stuff.

Do you think you could debrief
the pilots without letting on?

Sure.

You say they lost it
right over their own air base?

No, actually, a few miles away.
A place called Eagle City.

[intercom buzzing]

Yes?

Good. We're on our way.

Andrews Air Force Base.
Will you get that?

Our jet is waiting.

Before you see my pilots,
there's one more thing.

It's kind of ridiculous,
but I think I should pass it on.

- What's that, Ed?
- The sheriff from town...

Called me this morning.

Seems that
one of the local farmers

claims he was attacked
by a monster from Mars.

We'll, uh, hold off
on seeing those pilots, Ed.

[dramatic music]

I think we'll pay a visit
to that sheriff.

Well, Mr. Goldman,
I don't know what to tell you.

Zack Meesham's been known
to take a sip now and again,

but all in all,
he's a pretty reliable fellow.

If he tells me he saw something,
I'm inclined to believe him.

Sheriff, would you mind giving us, uh,

directions out to his place?

We'd like to hear
his story firsthand.

Oh, sure, you just take
the County Line Road

until you cross the bridge.

Pretty soon the road
starts to turn left,

but you bear right.
Dirt road comes in there.

Zack's place is right
on the end of it.

Thank you, sheriff.

Sheriff,
it's local officials like you

that make our job easier.

Well, my pleasure.

[whirring]

...unidentified flying object
my eye.

It come from Mars.
And it weren't flyin'.

It was, it was on the ground
and comin' straight at me.

M--make sure you put that
in the newspaper.

Oh, I will.
I will, Mr. Meesham. Go on.

I know our readers are going
to be absolutely fascinated.

Uh, well, uh, like I told ya,

the dog, uh,
started actin' funny.

The horse got strange, restless.

[car honking]

[dog barking]

[door opens]

- Well, good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning.

You know, I figured
a lot of you people

would be showin' up about now.

- Us people?
- Yeah, the press.

This is the biggest story
to hit these parts in years.

Except, of course,
for the time Dillinger was spotted.

- I was just a little ki--
- Sheriff, uh...

We're not reporters.
We're from the government.

I've been expecting
a lot of you people, too.

- Name's Dan Corbett.
- How do you do, sheriff?

This is Colonel Steve Austin.

- Colonel.
- Sheriff.

My name is Oscar Goldman.

We understand
that a farmer report--

Now, wait a minute.

You know I'm beginning to think
I was right the first time.

- What do you mean?
- You fellows are reporters.

Aren't you? Boy, y--you'll do
anything to get a story.

Let's start from the beginning, sheriff.

This is Colonel Steve Austin
and my name is Oscar Goldman.

I heard you the first time,
Mr. Oscar Goldman.

It's a pretty cute idea.

You'd been here a half hour earlier,
it might have worked.

You mean, someone from
the government was already here?

Oscar Goldman, OSI.

And you took his word?

Well, he had identification
that said OSI.

You mean, like this?

Now, come on, fellows,
this isn't funny.

Forging government documents
is a very serious offense.

Sheriff, what makes you think
that that man

is the real Oscar Goldman?

Because he got here before me?

[sighs]

Next thing I know, there it was.

I give it two barrels,
and it didn't even blink!

Not that it had any eyes,
you understand?

But it, it bent up my shotgun
like a pipe cleaner.

And then it, uh,
it took off as quick as it come.

Did you, uh, did you happen
to notice which way it went?

Sure did. North. Due north.

Well, Mr. Meesham,
your encounter with this, uh...

- This--
- Monster from Mars.

Yes, well, it,
it's just so absolutely vivid

that I would like to get it
in today's edition.

Would you, uh, would you mind

if I called my editor?

- Oh, well, sure, go ahead.
- Oh, thanks. Thank you.

[telephone ringing]

- What is it?
- Chief, yes.

We're, we're still at the farm.

Mr. Meesham gave us
a very interesting story.

Well, he said
that the, uh, monster

was going north
when it left here.

It's heading up north. Go on.

[Steve] Why would someone
impersonate you?

[Oscar] I could think
of several reasons, Steve.

All of them bad.

Uh...

[horse neighing]

[dog barking]

And that his shotgun, uh,
had absolutely no effect.

Trouble.

Uh, chief, I--I think
we're gonna have to go.

It looks like
our rival publication is, uh,

well, it seems to be kind
of hot on our exclusive story.

So, uh, we'll call you back
as soon as we can.

Lois, why don't we get
some pictures of Mr. Meesham

down by the chicken coop,
uh, front page?

Oh, yes. That's a great idea!

Oh, well,
sh--shouldn't I change clothes?

- Just fine.
- Just fine.

- Just the way you are.
- Uh, I'm dirty.

[chuckles]

Take care of those two.

[dramatic music]

Something's wrong.

Howdy, there.

- Mr. Meesham?
- That's me.

My name is Oscar Goldman,

the Office of Scientific investigation.

This is Colonel Steve Austin.

The sheriff told me
that you saw a UFO.

We'd like you to tell us
your version.

Why, sure. I'd be glad to.

Uh, the dog w--was acting
real funny

a--and the horse, uh,
was just gettin' too restless.

That'll do it.

- Let's go.
- Come on.

Uh, I'm, I'm sorry,

I can't give you
a better description than that.

Uh, but that thing, uh,
busted up my shotgun

like a pipe cleaner
a--and it just took off

before I could get
a good look at it.

Did you notice which direction?

Mm. South.

Due south.

Excuse me.

[dramatic music]

This is Oscar Goldman.

Patch me through
to General Wylie please.

- General Wylie here.
- Hello, Ed.

Ed, I think we got somethin'.

Not a monster from Mars, I hope.

I got a feeling that that bogey
landed somewhere near here.

I want you to organize
an air and land search.

- You've got it.
- Concentrate your men

on the quadrant south
of the County Line Road.

We've been organized
and ready to move.

Good. I'll be in touch with you.

- Uh, Mr. Meesham.
- Oh, yeah?

Has anybody, uh,
been around here

asking you questions of any kind?

- Just you fellows.
- Huh.

Well, if anybody should,
would you just tell the sheriff?

- And he'll contact me?
- Be glad to.

Thank you very much
for your help.

Steve, you coming?

Yeah, sure.

[engine starts]

[engine revving]

You know, Steve,
with a little luck, uh,

you might be able to, uh--

Oscar, I think we got a ringer
back there.

What do you mean?

Well, unless he's raising
his own alligators,

the shoes he's wearing
must have set him back

a couple of hundred dollars.

Stop, let me out.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[tires screeching]

Hey, get your hands off me.
Let me go.

- Hey, let me--
- Who are you, anyway?

- What's he doin'?
- Get it out!

[grunting]

- Must be poison.
- I think you got most of it.

Darn! He's not gonna be in any
condition to talk for a while.

Oscar, nobody takes poison
over a UFO.

[whirring]

Something's wrong.

If they don't call in soon,

we'll have to go
to an alternate plan.

[intense music]

[Woman 2] We should've called
that motel five minutes ago.

We'll call five minutes from now

when Goldman and Austin
are dead.

Here they come.

[engine starts]

[siren wailing]

- You ready?
- Yeah.

I'm as ready as I ever will be.

You know what to do.

I know I asked you to search
the south quadrants, Ed,

but now I'm asking you not to.

- Where should we search?
- Everywhere else.

Everywhere else.

Oscar.

Well, well.

What does that look like to you, pal?

Another pair of alligator shoes.

[dramatic music]

Well, I'm glad you guys stopped.
I don't know what I would've--

All right, ma'am, if you'll just
put your hands up.

- What?
- If I'm wrong I'll apologize...

[gunshot]

You okay?

Yeah.

Can you see him?

[beeping]

Yeah,
but he's pretty well hidden.

You know,
if you jumped that fence,

zig-zagged through that field,
you could draw his fire.

- Well, thanks a lot, pal.
- Well, you know want I mean.

He's gonna be worried about
the one of us with the gun,

not the bionics.

All right.

But if we get through this,
remind me to talk to Rudy Wells.

I'm gonna get some spare
bionic parts for myself.

[intense music]

[gunshot]

[music continues]

[metal creaking]

[gasps]

[groans]

Whoa!

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

[chuckles]

Mr. Goldman, you are never gonna
get me to say anything.

That's all right, ma'am,
you're just like anybody else.

You have fingerprints,
a name and a past history.

Hm.

[mellow music]

Yes. Good!

See what you can find out
about the other two.

Her name is Sonia Minskayova.
She's a Soviet agent.

Well, what did Russia
have to do with this?

I don't know, but she works
with Major Anatoli Popov.

- Who's Popov?
- Well...

He's a top Soviet agent
in North America.

We've been after him a long time.

We have her motel key,
if we're lucky,

he's waiting for her.

Hold it, Mr. Goldman.

One of my men just found
Zack Meesham

trussed up like a prized heifer.

I wanna know
what's goin' on here.

- I'll fill you in on the way.
- On the way to where?

[engines revving]

Where is he?

They checked out
ten minutes ago.

- "They?"
- A man and a woman.

I--I didn't see them.

Search the grounds.
Search party out yet?

- Yes.
- Double it.

We're looking
for a man and a woman.

The man is about 5'10,
brown hair, brown eyes,

stocky,
with a slight Russian accent.

We don't know
what the woman looks like.

All right.

Take it easy, Oscar.

We had them right in our hands.

This is Oscar Goldman.
I wanna speak to the secretary, please.

Mr. Secretary,
we have some new developments.

There are Soviet agents
all over this place.

We think that this thing

might be a piece
of Russian equipment.

I'd like to respectfully request,

through diplomatic channels,
that you tell the Soviets

that we know
what's going on here.

Is it dangerous?

As of this moment,
we just don't know.

[whirring]

[engine revving]

We've gone about another five miles.
Let's try again here.

Another five miles.

Couldn't you bring
something stronger

than a receiver
with a five-mile range?

I came to this country on
20 minutes notice, Major Popov.

I brought what I could.

Of course,
you were already here.

Oh, there's a note in your voice,
Irina Leonova.

You do not approve
of my intelligence activities?

I'm a scientist major,
not a politician.

Whether I approve or not
is irrelevant.

Yet you're here helping me
to outwit the Americans.

I am here
solely to salvage what I can

of the Venus space probe,
which I happen to have built.

And you were ordered to assist me.

- Oh-ho.
- There it is!

[beeping]

This is the probe.

The center here
always indicates our position.

- Excellent. How far is it?
- Uh, about four miles.

Now what are you doing?

Uh, this will send out...

a pulse signal

which will cause the probe
to shut itself down.

I have to reprogram
the vector analysis

to a short-range intercept.

[engine revving]

Search One, Search Two,
do you read?

[helicopter whirring]

Roger, Command,
this is Search One.

Quadrant six is negative.

Command, Search Two.
Nothing in quad eight.

Understood,
Search One, Search Two,

proceed to your next
assigned position.

Over and out.

Not that it makes any difference.

Yeah, these woods are thick
enough to hide anything.

Our best chance
will be on the ground.

- Captain?
- Yes, Mr. Goldman.

Captain, I want you to divide
your men into two groups.

I want you to take
the first group

and, uh, check quadrant seven.

I'll take the other group
and search quadrant nine.

Right.
Sergeant, have the men fall in.

Steve, you can probably cover...

[chuckles] I was just gonna say
I could cover more ground

in ten minutes than they could
in a couple of hours.

That's the idea.
You search quadrant 11.

I'll also take 13 and 15.

All right, get out of here.

It's nice to be appreciated.

[chuckles]

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[Irina] There.

- Ready now?
- [Irina] Yes.

Now this signal
should shut down the probe.

[beeping]

- Something's wrong.
- Nothing seems to be happening.

- How could that be?
- I don't know.

It--it's almost as if...

Wait a minute.

That farmer,
he fired a gun at the probe.

Yes, yes.
What's that to do with it?

Well, the probe sensors
could have read it

as a meteor shower
or volcanic activity.

If that happened,
the probe would put itself on override.

Oh, dear God.

[beeping]

There's nothing on Earth
that can stop it now.

[whirring]

[mellow music]

We built many defenses
into the probe.

The final one was the override,
to be triggered in the event--

I don't understand
your technical language.

What I do know
is that you failed.

Fortunately, we anticipated
such a possibility.

Must be important.

It's locked
for a very good reason.

If anyone other than myself
tries to open this,

the resulting explosion can
destroy an entire city block.

But why? What's in it?

It's a device
to destroy the Venus probe.

We were ordered
to dismantle the probe

and take its circuits back to Russia,
not destroy it.

We have no time
for such foolishness.

Our main job was to keep
the secrets of the probe

from getting into the hands
of the Americans. Excuse me.

[helicopter whirring]

There! See?

Americans are here already.

Why wasn't I told?

You answered that yourself,
Leonova.

You're a scientist,
not a politician.

Now wait.
You can't go near that probe.

It's operating as though
it were on Venus.

All its defense modes
are on automatic.

[dramatic music]

[beeping]

Do you understand
the importance of the probe?

Of course.

Then you understand
that we must destroy it

before the Americans
get their hands on it.

Does it really matter
so much who...

[beeping]

[whirring]

The probe.

[whirring]

[clacking]

[screaming]

[thuds]

[sighs]

Irina?

- Irina, you've got to help me.
- Oh, God...

You've got to stop
that computer...

or Vasily's death
would be meaningless.

Do you hear me?
His death would be meaningless.

Will you help me?

Come on.

[Irina] We haven't got much time.

Two minutes
and thirty-one seconds.

[beeping]

This is it.

It's no use. I'll never get them
all aligned in time.

Then it's all over.

Tethering device
for the nuclear weapon

must originate here.

[clanking]

This is the main wire.

[indistinct]

But the voltage going through
that tethering device

is deadly.

Watch yourself.

[electric crackling]

[explosion]

Oscar...

if we're gonna
get to Mars from here,

we're gonna need a new computer.

Get us out of here.

[sighs]

Steve! Oh, Steve!

- You all right?
- Ah...

Ah...

- Oh.
- Steve.

Oscar.

- You all right?
- We're all right.

Okay.

Irina Leonova.

They've got a radio.

Oh...

Irina, the, the power of that
thing is incredible.

- Do you know what it is?
- Ah...

But, but it's all right now, Steve.

We can track it down
with my equipment

and Popov has a way
of de--destroying it.

[Man 5] Medic!
Need a medic over here!

Popov.

[helicopter whirring]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

- How's that? Any better?
- Much better.

I must have strained a muscle
when I jumped into that ditch.

So you designed
the space program?

Uh, yes.

It was supposed to land
on Venus.

We still don't know
what went wrong.

Why all the secrecy?
Why Popov and all his agents?

It's made out of a new alloy,
a super metal.

Major Popov is not in favor
of the sharing

of scientific discoveries,
so he brought along a missile

that could destroy it.

Excuse me.

You asked to be kept informed

of Major Popov's condition, miss?

- Yes. How is he?
- Well, he's got a concussion.

Maybe a fractured rib,
he's gonna be out

for a couple of hours.

- Or days.
- Days?

Mr. Goldman
would like to see you, Colonel.

Thank you.

[Oscar] Now, here is where
the probe landed, Steve.

And here is where
it attacked the farmer.

- And then it headed north.
- Right.

Then it was reported
here and here.

Irina told me
it was designed to zig-zag

while exploring
the surface of Venus.

As far as it's concerned,
it's on the surface of Venus now.

Which brings us
to where we are now, here.

And then it went north again.

North again.

- The town is right in its path.
- Less than two hours away.

We've got to evacuate that town, Steve.

What, with a few hours' notice?

Do you know what kind of panic
you'll have on your hands?

What else can we do?

- I could go after it.
- No, no.

You can't face that thing alone.

No, I turned it away before.

Only temporarily.
It'll turn around again.

Well, maybe not.
At least give me a chance to try.

If it's too much to handle,
we'll do it your way, I promise.

You know, sometimes I think
that stubborn streak of yours

is bionic, too.

Does that mean yes?

Locate it, stall it, give me time.

But that's all.

[intense music]

[whirring]

[whirring]

[music continues]

[helicopter whirring]

How you feelin'?

Much better.

Where's Steve?

Tracking the space probe.

Oh, no, Oscar.
You've got to stop him.

Irina,
you know that Steve is bionic.

- If he's just careful--
- You don't understand.

I designed that probe for Venus.

Venus, Oscar.

A planet with temperatures
up to 900 degrees,

300-mile-an-hour winds,

pressures
equal to 90 Earth atmospheres,

clouds of sulfuric acid.

Even a bionic man couldn't
survive under those conditions.

[dramatic music]

And anything that could

would be more powerful
than Steve.

My God!

[intense music]

[whirring]

[whirring]

[thuds]

[intense music]

[thuds]

[whirring]

[whirring]

[thuds]

[whirring]

[theme music]