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[Man 1] It looks good
at NASA One.

- [Man 2] Roger.
- [Man 1] BCS Arm switch is on.

[Steve] Okay, Victor.

[Man 2] Landing Rocket
Arm switch is on.

Here comes the throttle.
Circuit breakers in.

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

[Man 1] Inboards and outboards are on.

I'm comin' forward
with the side-stick.

- [Man 2] All looks good.
- [Man 1] Uh, roger.

[Steve] I've got a blow-out,
damper three!

- [Man 2] Get your pitch to zero.
- [Steve] Pitch is out.

[Steve] I can't hold altitude.

[Man 1] Correction,
Alpha Hold is off.

Turn selectors... Emergency!

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

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

[crashing]

[Rudy] Steve Austin, astronaut.

A man barely alive.

[Oscar] Gentlemen,
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]

[plane droning]

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

[mellow music]

- [Oscar] Hi, Steve.
- Rudy, Jim, Oscar.

Finally.
You certainly cut it thin.

Wait a minute.
You've got to be kidding.

Do you realize I've come all the way
from the Arizona

- back country since--
- Steve, you don't understand.

- You don't understand--
- I rode a horse to the ranch.

A jeep into town,
took a 747 to Los Angeles,

and a taxi from the airport.
For what?

- For lunch.
- For lunch? I ate on the plane.

With Professor Ulrich Rau
of East Germany.

Wait a minute. You mean
the east German scientist

that designed the entire
ground to air weapon system?

- That Rau?
- Quite a surprise, huh?

Well, ring for the elevator, Schmitt.

Do you have to be
told everything?

No, professor,
but we do have to be careful.

He's never been allowed
west of the Curtain before.

I mean, what does he want?

He sent me a list of all the things
he'd like to see when he's here.

Well, I'm sure military bases, uh...

- Installations--
- No, no, no, none of that.

On top of the list he said,

that he wanted to meet

the famous American astronaut,

Colonel Steve Austin.

Oh, wait a minute.
What's he really want?

We're not positive,
but we are gonna start

testing the avionics
of the new B-1 bomber

this week, get it?

[sighs]

So you think Rau's been sent here

to direct some sort
of sabotage attempt?

We don't know, Steve.

Maybe it's just a coincidence
him arriving the same week

as we start the tests.
No way of knowing.

Give him the capsule.

This is enormous.

- Can't I just pretend to--
- No.

One of their doctors
may get to you first.

Look, how does my meeting
with Rau for lunch have any effect?

You're not gonna
have lunch with him.

Wait a minute. I'm not
gonna have lunch with him?

I want you to take
a good look at his face, Steve.

Here he comes.

- [Steve] The one with the beard?
- [Oscar] Right.

Remember that face, pal.

[Oscar] Professor Rau.

- Oscar Goldman.
- Oh, Mr. Goldman!

May I present Doctor Rudy Wells.

- Doctor.
- Professor.

I've hear of you, Mr. Goldman,

and your very efficient organization.

Are you going to keep
a watch on me?

Not at all, professor.

I'm just here to see
that your stay in America

is a pleasant one.

Of course.

And to prove my intentions
may I present

Colonel Steve Austin.

Ah, you're so famous astronaut.

An honor, an extreme pleasure

to meet you, Colonel Austin.

Thank you very much, professor.

Colonel Austin,
we must have a serious discussion.

I'd enjoy that, professor.

Then you must sit with me
at the lunch.

A small adjustment
in the seating, eh, Mr. Goldman?

- I'm sure that can be arranged.
- Excellent.

All right, come along,
we will talk and...

[professor choking]

Professor!

Set him down over there, Oscar.

What is it?

I can't be sure.

Looks like he's having
a heart attack.

Have to get him to a hospital
for an examination.

No.
Our doctors must examine him.

There's no time for politics.
This man needs an ambulance.

No ambulance, no hospital.

- We will take him to his room.
- You don't understand.

He could be having
a heart attack.

You could be the cause of his death.

So could you, Dr. Wells.

[Rau choking]

Something's not right, Rudy.

Not right.

[Rau gasping]

Too strong. The reaction
was very uncomfortable.

As you can see it was necessary
that the symptoms were real.

Now quickly.

Uh, over here.

[dramatic music]

[engine starting]

[music continues]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

[Rau] We're being followed.

He's maintained that position
for the last 30 miles.

[dramatic music]

He stopped.
Or turned off somewhere.

But I'm still not satisfied
with the security arrangements.

Just wait.

[crickets chirping]

[music continues]

- What is it?
- Shh, shh.

- Are we being followed?
- Probably not.

But it wouldn't matter much,
this is where we throw them off.

How?

Because we've got
the only transportation

for miles around.

[dramatic music]

[wind howling]

[motor whirring]

[music continues]

[motor whirring]

[creaking]

[beeping]

It's almost too bad
someone wasn't following us.

Such frustration.

Unless he thought
to bring a boat with him.

[laughing]

[splashing]

[dramatic music]

[splashing]

Steve, when I got
back to Washington

I came straight to the office.

I've been waiting
to hear from you all night.

What word did they put out
on Professor Rau?

His doctor,
that's his doctor now,

said that he had a heart attack.

So he'll be confined
to his hotel suite?

For two or three days.
I sent over a basket of fruit.

Now, what's really happening,
Steve?

- [Oscar] Have you stuck with him?
- Well, it wasn't easy.

I think he expected
to be followed.

The B-1 bomber is now
at Edward's air force base.

Are you anywhere near there?

No, we went
in the opposite direction.

- To a carnival?
- [Oscar] What?

Steve, it sounds like
you said a carnival.

Well, what's it sound
like to you, Oscar?

[puppet laughing]

What is he doing there?

Well, at the moment
he's watching the strong man.

Before that, he won a dollar
at the rifle range.

I'll send over
some additional surveillance.

Sounds like he's gonna
use that crowd

to make another getaway.

Well, maybe not.

He put a pretty good move on last night.

I think he's feelin' pretty secure.

Wait a minute, Oscar.

Looks like he's going
into the fortune teller's booth.

All right. I'll have the fortune
teller checked out.

Now you stick with Rau,
no matter what he does

or where he goes.

I'll call you back.

- I am the ex--
- No!

Do not speak.

Tell me nothing.

Simply let the vibrations
flow on the ether of silence.

Sit.

Ah, yes, I perceive

you are deeply
troubled and afraid.

I'm afraid I do not believe
in vibrations,

or crystal balls,
or palm reading.

Only in astrology.

The mysteries of the stars
are not unknown.

If you care to tell me
your birth sign?

Aquarius with Venus arising.

- In what house?
- The ninth.

We've been expecting you,
Professor Rau.

Now, maybe you'll dispense
with all this nonsense

with code words and signals.
It all so childish.

But proper security.

Is there any possibility
your still under surveillance?

I can assure you
it was humanly impossible

for anyone
to have followed me.

Oh, that's close, close,
but no prize yet.

Come on, try it again.

- Sure.
- One more time.

[clamoring]

[beads rattling]

- Hi, I'm, uh--
- No.

Do not speak. Say nothing.

Let the vibrations flow
on the ether of silence.

You may sit.

Don't I cross your palm
with silver first?

Paper money would be
much silenter.

All right.

Five dollars if you can tell me
where Uncle Walter went.

Ah.

Yes.

I see a gentle old man

in a faraway country.

Yeah, well that was a quick trip

'cause he was right here
two minutes ago.

He was?

- Well, did you see him?
- No.

Well, he came in through there
and he never came out again.

Well, then you must've
looked away.

- Yeah, where's the backdoor?
- There isn't any.

[knocking]

Any windows?

- Sliding panels?
- Sorry.

What there is, is what you see.

What I don't see is Uncle Walter.

Then, he wasn't here.

Uncle Walter
was carrying this doll,

that proves
he was here, Madame Shira.

And this proves
that I am not Madame Shira.

Ever see a blonde
fortune teller?

Where's Madame Shira?

I take over for her once in a while.

Harder, grandpa, harder.

Oh, we can't let the little girl down now,
can we, gramps, huh?

Oh, grandpa.

I don't understand
how you could've gone wrong.

It seems there's a malfunction,
professor.

- [Rau] Where?
- I don't know.

I sent you a complete set
of the plans, didn't I?

Yes, sir.

All the,
modules were delivered.

- Yes, sir.
- No missing components?

- Nothing damaged in transit?
- No, sir.

I checked everything myself,

but when it was assembled--

Then what has malfunctioned
is your brain.

Don't worry.
Nothing's going to happen.

Madame Shira probably took
your uncle to her trailer.

What?
Where's her trailer?

- Is that them there?
- Where?

[Kim] Over there
by the Merry-Go-Round.

Looks like Madame Shira.
Is that your uncle?

[beeping]

No, Uncle Walter's got a beard,
and he's not my uncle.

- Walter's not your uncle?
- No, and his name isn't Walter.

Well, what does that make you?

Look, you said they may have
went to her trailer.

Which way is that?

I know what I said,

and I know what you said, too.

It was a lie.

Oh, no, it wasn't a lie.

You see, that was just
a cover story.

I--I'm really a detective.

And I'm on the trail of, uh, an embezzler.

- Uncle Walter?
- Yeah.

And he's trying to slip out of the country
with all the loot.

Ooh. If that's true
I'd be glad to help.

- You would?
- Yeah, okay.

- You stay here.
- Uh... Wait a minute.

So I must come
all the way from Leipzig,

expose myself to the Americans,

swallow nasty capsules,

and risk my life
in midnight rides

because you don't understand?

We're not all geniuses,
professor.

We're only engineers.

Wait a minute,
you shouldn't leave your booth.

- Oh, it's okay.
- Yeah, but...

- What if your boss finds out?
- The boss is my father.

He owns the place.

Well, t--that's
very interesting, but, uh...

Durban.
Kim Durban.

Yeah, but you see if, uh,
Uncle Walter finds out

I'm on his trail
I might lose him.

Oh, but he won't.
I can be very discrete.

Well...

[roller-coaster rattling]

It may take a genius
a week to undo the damage.

A week is worse than useless.
You know that, professor.

It must be ready for Saturday.

[knocking on door]

In there.

Kim dear. Tired of telling
fortunes already?

Can I have a minute?

Of course, dear.
Come in.

- Hi, Mr. Lower.
- Ah, good morning, Miss Durban.

Okay, this is my situation,

I have this client

and he's searching for his uncle,
Uncle Walter.

Now he's asked me to look
in the crystal ball

and see where he might be.

And I said of course I would,

but first I had to close up
for a few minutes.

And I came straight
over here to ask you.

I see.

Well, what you tell him is this,

you say his uncle
is somewhere in Europe.

Uh, no.
You don't understand.

His uncle is the man
you were with.

He's the one who left
the stuffed animal

in your booth
a little while ago.

Now, if you know
where he went...

Um...
As a matter of fact I do.

He went back to the place
he's staying at.

A farm, down the highway a few miles.

I believe he said
it's called the, um...

Lonesome Water Ranch.

Lonesome Water Ranch.
Gee, thanks.

- Kim--
- You know...

He'll really think
I can look into a crystal ball.

Are you sure
the mark is his nephew?

I mean,
what does he look like?

Well, you know, uh...

He's like the old man,
except younger.

Uh, he's clean shaven,

he's got dark hair but thinning,

and he's kind of short and fat.

Gee, thanks a lot.

So you're not under
surveillance, professor?

It wasn't humanly possible
for anyone to follow me.

Then someone has inhumanly
followed you, here.

A case of mistaken identity.

Herman.
Phone the ranch.

Warn Wessler.

Whoever shows up there
will be an American agent.

What do you want Wessler to do?

Whatever is necessary.

All right.

What will be necessary?

Professor, you take care of the science.

I'll handle the security.

[dramatic music]

[mellow music]

Once more, grandpa, please.

I just can't do it, honey.

I guess I didn't really want
any of those dolls anyway.

Sweetheart, you want me to try
and win one of those for you?

You think you could do it, mister?

I'll sure give it my best try.

Well, now, wait just a minute now.
Just a minute.

How do I know you're not
a professional strong man?

I mean, you could, uh,
you could damage my equipment.

Well, I'll take it easy on it, huh?
Come on, gramps, give me that.

Okay.

On your solemn promise that you
won't break the machine, huh?

You got it.

[thudding]

Gee, gramps did better than that.

That was just a practice swing.

Oh, well, I guess we better all

kind of step back and watch out
this time, huh?

[thudding]

[bell dings]

Wow!

[bell clanking]

- Sorry about that.
- Hey, now, just a minute here.

- I wanna talk to you.
- Yeah, after me, Kim.

This wowzer just broke
my machine.

Well, it serves you right.

You probably got the choke
full on.

- Come with me.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay, kid.

- Is that the one you want?
- Yeah.

- Did you find Uncle Walter?
- Oh, I know where he is.

Oh, you do?
Well, that's nice work.

Not only beautiful, but brilliant.

Don't schmooze me, Ace.

Now, I want to know who Uncle Walter
really is,

who you are,
and what you're all up to.

If you just level with me,
I'll level with you.

Well, my name's Steve,
and I'm a detective.

Okay, officer.
Flash your buzzer.

[chuckles]
I'm a private detective.

All right.
Let's see your license.

License?

Well, I guess I left it
in my other suit.

Private eyes
don't own two suits.

- Get lost.
- No, no, wait.

Wait just a minute, please.
Okay?

I'll level with you.

I work for the government,
I'm a government agent.

- Oh, boy.
- Kim, it's true.

Listen, I've got to find that man.

Don't manhandle me, mister!

Kim, you gotta believe me!

- Move it or lose it!
- Kim!

Don't bend anything, Hercules,
if he goes quietly.

Just make sure he goes.

And I'm gonna check out
Uncle Walter's story,

maybe he's the cop
and you're the embezzler.

Wha...

I'll be running along now, Herc,

if, uh, you'll just
let go of my shoulder.

Thanks.

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

[music continues]

[telephone ringing]

Yeah?

[indistinct chatter]

The minute someone walks
through the door.

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

[door creaking]

[intense music]

[grunting]

[metal creaking]

Was he going to shoot me, why?

You shouldn't have come here.

Why not?
It's my father's carnival.

What's your father's carnival
got to do with Uncle Walter?

Well, I don't know,
but Madame Shira said

the man you were
looking for was here.

Yeah, well that information
was meant for me,

and this trap was meant for me.

- Why would they wanna kill you?
- Well, it's a long story.

They'll try again now that
you've told Shira about me.

I didn't say anything.
I said you were short, fat, and bald.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello, Oscar?
- [Oscar] Yes, Steve.

Send a clean-up crew to a place
called Lonesome Water Ranch.

- Who's Oscar?
- Shh.

It's out on Highway 12 about eight miles
past the county line.

I'll take care of it.
Have you found Rau yet?

No, I think he's still
with the carnival.

[dramatic music]

Wrong.

Wrong.

And wrong!

How could it not malfunction?

Such incompetence passes
all understanding!

Well, I'm sorry, professor.

Can't you rewire it
in time for Saturday?

I'll have to or it's all been for nothing.

[engine revving]

Papa's letting an awful
lot of people go.

People who've been with him
the longest, old friends.

I guess he said he didn't
have any money to pay them.

And yet, he could afford
to buy all new equipment

and he hired new people
to operate it.

Who are the new people?

Madame Shira
and then there's Herman Lower,

the Chief Mechanic.

And we even have a new Hercules.

Where do you think
the money came from?

I don't know.

But I'm afraid papa's gotten
involved with criminals.

Worse?

It could be foreign agents.

Foreign?

Are you really
with the government?

Yes.

[machine hissing]

Turn that thing off.

- I think we better split up.
- You do? Why?

Well, I don't think
we should be seen together.

And we can cover more
ground separately.

Okay, I'll meet you back here.
What time?

Well, after dark.

What're you going to do?

I'll check around,
have my fortune told.

Okay. Then I'll check out
Madame Shira's trailer.

I don't think you should.
It's too dangerous.

- For you, too.
- No, it's my job.

It's my father.

[dramatic music]

[metal creaking]

[traffic bustling]

- It's a beauty isn't it, Oscar?
- I agree, George.

All we've got to do now is prove
that this B-1 bomber

is capable of everything
that we said it was.

I don't like the entire program
resting on this one test.

Why? Do you think
it's going to be a failure?

- No.
- What then, George? Sabotage?

No, no.
Security's been airtight.

It's just, um, well,
there's so many imponderables,

minor malfunction,
uh, pilot error,

ground crew oversight.

Well, we'll just have to see
that that doesn't happen.

There are a lot of people
that are opposed

to this program, George.

I'm leaving for California
in half an hour,

please keep me abreast
of all the developments.

You've got it, Oscar.

Now, you're certain
this is secure?

Oh, yes, professor, I just checked.

All right.

We have run out of time, professor.

The test flight for the new
B-1 bomber is tomorrow.

Well, on paper it looks fine.

But if it doesn't work now--

Are you saying it's repaired?

Everything's operational?

I won't know until
we have done a trial run.

[dramatic music]

[clamoring]

[music continues]

[Woman 1] Hey! What's going on?

[Woman 2] Hey, what's happening?

Why are we goin' backwards?

[Man 3] Hey, down there.
Make up your mind.

Forward or backward!

[Man 3] Come on!
Stop fooling around!

[dramatic music]

[Ferris wheel squeaking]

[merry-go-round squeaking]

Hey, look, it's going backwards.

[music continues]

[squeaking continues]

Oh, boy.

There's something wrong
with the merry-go-round.

[Steve] There's something wrong
with the Ferris wheel, too.

[crowd clamoring]

[dramatic music]

[Kim] It's not supposed
to do that.

It seems the whole carnival's rigged.

But to do what?

Radar tracking system?
On.

- Target air velocity.
- Five hundred and ninety.

- Altitude?
- Twenty-one thousand feet.

- Range, nine miles.
- Mark.

Heading to 2-2-8.

Mark.

Guidance system, locked.

The target is a San Francisco
to Los Angeles night flight.

If I were to press this button,

all these people would have
a change of destination.

It's operational.

Tomorrow we press this button.

[dramatic music]

[Kim] Okay, there were
plans spread

all over the table in the trailer,

but none of it made
any sense to me.

Now, maybe it was something
Herman was trying to fix.

- Where's Shira's trailer?
- Here, I'll take you there.

No, no, no, no, you just point.

- Oh, come on, Ace.
- Just point.

Okay, now you go on back
to the midway

and don't let anybody
sneak up on me, you hear?

[dramatic music]

[clamoring]

[music continues]

[metal creaking]

- Not a thing to worry about.
- Isn't it a lovely night?

- Yes, it is.
- Yes, lovely.

Funny, the, uh,
weather bureau predicted rain.

Well, I know dear,
but they're not always right.

Good thing. Business is bad
even in good weather.

Yes, well, this time of year
a little rain can be expected.

[dramatic music]

Um...

ls something wrong, dear?

No. No.

Well then, we'll say goodnight,
Miss Derby.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[thudding]

So this is the American agent.

I caught him snoopin' around.
He had the plans.

He's seen the plans.

It really doesn't matter
what he's seen, does it?

Well, we can't do anything
to him here.

I agree. Have two of your men
drive him into the mountains.

Immediately.
Make sure he has an accident.

Right.

[dramatic music]

[ropes snapping]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

[Ferris wheel screeching]

[music continues]

[keys clicking]

[beeping]

[intense music]

Radar tracking system on.
Target air velocity.

[beeping]

Twenty-one, fifty.

[engine revving]

Steve!

[beeping]

Range 16 miles.

Mark.

- Where's the giant ape?
- Why?

I saw the plans,
now this whole carnival

is a surface
to air missile launcher.

Now the control center
is somewhere near a giant ape.

Now where is it?

What is this craziness
about missiles?

Look, that centrifuge
is a launching arm.

That Carousel it's a radar dish.

And that Calypso is the generator

This whole thing was a big joke,
wasn't it?

First your Uncle Walter...
Steve!

[dramatic music]

[creaking]

Get me down from here!
Let the man down.

Where's that ape?

[Hercules] I'll get you for this!
I'll break your neck.

Never mind.
It's too late for that.

Guidance system on.

[beeping]

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

[squeaking]

And... Now!

[explosion]

- Where's the giant ape?
- At Laff in the Dark.

[dramatic music]

Five seconds to impact.

Four, three, two...

[missile whistling]

- Missed.
- Impossible.

The launch angle
is one sixteenth of an inch off

Professor Rau's setting.
Did you alter it?

No, no, no.
It must be a malfunction.

Reset and fire
the backup missile.

[music continues]

Stop him!

[explosion]

[screeching]

How do you turn this thing off?

- What?
- I said...

How do you turn this thing off?

Thank you.
Let's get outta here.

[aircraft droning]

[tires screeching]

- Well, good evening, professor.
- Mr. Goldman.

I was just on my way out.

Yes, we have a driver waiting
to take you to the airport.

Airport?

I'm going to the final session
of the convention.

Change of plans, professor.

But I'm scheduled
to give a major address.

I've notified the committee.

You've had another...
heart attack.

- I'm being arrested?
- Deported.

We've already arrested
your carnival people.

They'll keep
the courts busy for years.

But this is barbaric.
I am a scientist.

And one of the best, professor.
Oh, excuse me.

You haven't met Colonel Austin.

Colonel Steve Austin,
Professor Rau.

I will protest...
Colonel Austin?

It's an honor to meet you,
professor.

This is Colonel Austin?

[Steve] Oh, I'm one of your
greatest admirers.

That carnival weapon
system of yours...

Oh, I don't pretend to
understand it, because I don't.

This is not the Colonel Austin.

But our scientists will figure it out.

They're working on it right now.

That's why we're gonna keep it, professor.

I'm sure you understand.

Mr. Goldman...

I suppose you know

what will happen to me

when I get back home.

Going down, professor?

[dramatic music]

[theme music]