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[beeping]

[Man 1] It looks good
at NASA One.

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

[Man 1] 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 3] Inboards and outboards are on.

I'm coming forward
with the side stick.

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

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

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

[Steve] I can't hold altitude!

[Man 2] 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] 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.

[theme music]

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

[door opens]

Here are those computer cards
you asked for, Dr. Berman.

What? I mean, I--I'm sorry.

The cards you asked me to get.

Oh. Yes, yes.

Thank you, Bob.

You never stop working, do you?

Hm? What did you say?

I can't believe you're really
gonna allow yourself

to take a vacation next week.

Oh, it's just for a week,
a little fishing.

Mind needs an occasional change.

Did you give any thought

to the moonlighting idea we discussed?

Oh, oh, yes, yes. Well, I--
I didn't take you seriously.

Oh, yes, dead serious.

For a week's work,
these people I know

are willing to pay you
one million dollars.

Well, then you can understand
why I didn't take ya seriously.

That's a preposterous amount
of money for one week's work.

Not for the best neurophysicist
in the country.

[machine whirring]

All right. I'll do it.

Good.
I'll make the arrangements.

- Goodnight, professor.
- Goodnight.

[dramatic music]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

Well, you heard it.
What do you make of it?

Well, he didn't learn
any additional information.

But it does sound serious and big.

I know. I told you that.

- But what do I do?
- Do?

Do what the man asks, George.

Sell out.

Professor,
how long has this man, Kemps,

been workin' for you?

Well, uh,
Kemps isn't mine, actually.

You know, uh,
he was assigned to me by OSI

about a, oh,
a couple of years ago.

He was thoroughly checked out.

There must be enough money here

to tempt
even a top security clearance.

But do you have any idea
who he's working for?

None. Well, you know...

He just keeps mentioning friends.

He say what they want from you?

No.

No, I've been involved in the field

of pain control
for the last couple of years.

Haven't even scratched
the surface.

I don't know what they expect of me
in one week.

Well, I--I've offered
to go along with their plan

as soon as I find out who--

Too risky.

Anybody who's willing to spend
a million dollars

is willing to kill.

[sighs] Well... what can we do?

That's why I've called in Colonel Austin.

He's gonna take your place.

[chuckles] Well, y--you've no
idea what this project involves.

Uh, how can you possibly
expect to carry it off?

Well, we've got a couple of days.

You'll have to brief me enough
so that at least

I can fake it for a while.

All right. Even if you do,
what about Bob Kemps?

He was supposed to go along
with me, you know?

We can arrange for Mr. Kemps
to have a change of plans.

[telephone ringing]

Berman here.

This is Oscar Goldman speaking, doctor.

I've got the report from
the Kemps surveillance team.

All right.
Kemps finished lunch at 2:18.

He started with a small salad

consisting of lettuce
and one slice of tomato.

- I have it.
- He had a hard roll.

With one ounce of butter,
an eight-ounce steak,

from which three ounces of fat
and gristle

remained on the plate.

Also, three-and-a-half ounces
of whipped potatoes.

No dessert.

Do you want a repeat on that?

That won't be necessary.
Thank you.

[clears throat] Uh,
I--listen, Bob, uh,

could you, uh, check this out
against the DZ-11?

Relax, professor. In a few days
you'll be a rich man.

[dramatic music]

[bubbling]

[machine whirring]

Checks out
to the sixth decimal place.

Oh.

Thank you.

Oh, Bob, these, uh,
these people I'll be working for,

do you know anything about them?

Please don't worry about it,
professor.

They're just businessmen,
they want you to work

on a commercial project.

Ah.

And, uh, money will be paid
in advance?

Deposited in the bank
of your choice

under whatever name you specify.

Fine.

Uh, and we'll, uh,
make those arrangements tomorrow.

It's getting late.
Will you need me anymore today?

- No, I think not.
- Good.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Goodnight.
- [Bob] Goodnight.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[switches clicking]

[machine whirring]

Uh, Colonel Austin,
can you hear me out there?

Yes, professor, I read you.

All right, now, uh,
Kemps just left.

Now, he ingested 64%
of the drug at 5:22:05.

Uh, at his body weight
and with what he ate earlier,

my computations indicate

the drug will take effect at 5:42.

[Berman] Uh, plus or minus
two seconds, you know?

Roger.

[intense music]

[car engine starts]

He's leaving
the parking lot now, Oscar.

[Oscar] Stay with him, Steve,
we don't want

anything to happen to him.

Yeah, don't worry.

[engine starts]

[music continues]

[tires screeching]

[music continues]

[tires screeching]

[intense music]

[air hissing]

[crashing]

He's all yours, Oscar.

I can't understand
what happened.

One minute I was driving along,
feeling good.

The next thing I knew,
I woke up here.

Well...
[clears throat]

Will your friends
call off our deal?

Of course not.

You really don't need me anymore.

Well, ahem, how will I
get in touch with them?

Oh, they'll contact you.

Oh, and I've made arrangements
for the money

to be deposited in your bank.

Oh, good.

Good.

Well, you better get some rest.

- Professor.
- Yes?

You will be careful, won't you?

I don't quite understand. Uh...

Is it dangerous?

No, not as long as everybody
keeps their part of the bargain.

Please do that, professor,
for both our sakes.

[dramatic music]

[keyboard keys clacking]

- Well, I think I've got that.
- I don't know, Steve.

What you're attempting to learn
in two days

normally takes about ten years,
you know?

Look, all I wanna do
is learn enough

to run a bluff
for a couple of days.

All right, well, the computer

has to be programmed
according to this.

[dramatic music]

- Are you finished already?
- I'm a quick learner.

Well, let's run the program.

[beeping]

That's very good, Steve,
very good.

[dramatic music]

[dog barking]

[birds chirping]

[dramatic music]

- Dr. Berman.
- Yes?

[grunting]

[birds chirping]

[music continues]

[Man 1] Professor Berman.

- Who are you?
- It's all right.

I'm Terry Campbell.

What's all right? I...

I--I don't know you.
Who are you?

[Terry] We're the friends of Bob Kemps

you agreed to work with.

Why the chloroform?

I must apologize, professor,

but we prefer that this location

remain known only to us.

Well, I would have agreed
to a blindfold

had the gentlemen asked.

Well, we couldn't afford the risk

that you might have had
a change of heart.

Since Kemps met with his accident,
we had to be sure.

Oh, you, uh,
up to inspecting your lab?

Good.

[dramatic music]

This way, professor.
Right this way.

[door shuts]

Duplicated my lab.

You must have gone
to a lot of trouble and expense.

We wanted to make you
feel at home, professor.

Kemps told us exactly
what you needed.

You're only with us for a week,
so every step we save you

is worth it.

Well, I hope your superiors realize

that my experiment
is nowhere near completed.

My superiors?

Well, you keep saying we.
I presume you have associates.

[camera turns on]

[Terry] We're ready.

I'm at a disadvantage.

You know so much more about me
than I know about you.

You take care of your end
of the bargain, professor,

we'll take care of ours.

There's somebody I'd like you
to meet, a fellow scientist.

[knocking on door]

[door shuts]

Dr. Tamara Batalova,

Dr. George Berman.

Doctor.

Are you familiar
with Dr. Batalova's work?

Yes, uh, to some extent.

I used to admire your work, professor.

Well, I guess you two
are anxious to get started.

Now will you tell us
exactly what you want?

Well, it should be obvious.

You both have been approaching
the same problem

from opposite directions.

I didn't know
that you were working

on pain control also, doctor.

- I'm not.
- No, no.

What you two have in common
is a project

you abandoned a few years ago,
professor.

Well, uh, which project?
I've abandoned many.

The most promising,

the one you made
the greatest strides in,

bio-cybernetic communication.

Well, of course, I abandoned it.

It led nowhere.
It was a dead end.

Not really, doctor.

You gave up too soon.

I don't understand.

[Terry] You developed a computer

that could tune into brain waves,

organize thoughts into patterns.

Well, of course,
but, uh, uh, it was impractical.

Well, naturally,
people couldn't go around

permanently wired to a computer,

but Dr. Batalova has developed this.

It acts like a radar.

It emits
a high-frequency radio signal

that's capable of homing in
on brain waves.

Would you like to explain it?

You are doing quite well.

We're not just talking
about brain waves.

We're talking
about human thought.

With Dr. Batalova's method,
you can program your computer,

unscramble thoughts
and translate them.

It won't work.

It will work, believe me.

Within a week, you and Dr. Batalova
will have a system

that can accurately read
any person's mind,

anywhere, anytime.

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

Uh, we are only here a week.

You are wasting precious time.

Doctor, have I done something
to offend you?

You are here
of your own free choice.

I am not.

I want to get this over with.

Shall we start, professor?

I, uh, seem to have left
my notes in the, my room--

In the interest of time,
I will get the notes for you.

- You continue.
- Thank you. Thank you.

They're in the top drawer
of my dresser.

All right.

[intense music]

[knocking on door]

[door unlocks]

[dramatic music]

- Hey, Terry?
- Yeah?

Come here.

The lab. There's no picture.

[music continues]

[whirring]

I'll check it out.

[music continues]

[door opens]

[intercom buzzing]

All right.

- I could not find the notes.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

I had them in my case here
all the time.

The, uh, memory management unit

doesn't seem to be working correctly.

Hey, that's impossible.
Can you fix it?

Given sufficient time, yes.

I don't know what you consider
sufficient time, professor,

but you've got
exactly three hours.

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

Yeah.

Your three hours are up,
professor.

Well, that should do it.

Well, that's your problem.

Computers do all your work
and your muscles get mushy.

I'll give you a hand with it.

[sighs]

I'd like to see a demonstration.

- Can show you the basic steps.
- Good.

We need a subject.

Nick.

[switch clicks]

Think of the word "Up."

[clacking]

Think of the word "Down."

[clacking]

Thank you.

The computer is functioning fine.

Good, good.

[crickets chirping]

- You wanted to see me?
- Mr. Campbell, yes.

May I assume that this project

is not just
for your own amusement?

What's your point?

My point is, as a commercial property,

it's worth considerably
more than a million dollars.

I see.

And just how much is, "Considerably?"

Uh, would you consider

five million dollars unreasonable?

Of course not.

I think we can manage that.

I'm not an idiot, Mr. Campbell,
so don't treat me like one.

But, professor,
I've agreed to your terms.

You haven't heard my terms yet.

I want half
deposited in a bank immediately

and the other half when we finish.

You accepted the original deal

and we kept
our part of the bargain.

Don't you push me.

- Even you're expendable.
- Not at this point.

You may not realize, Mr. Campbell,

that no one else can possibly
decipher my notes.

So I suggest
that you call your boss now.

[dramatic music]

[crickets chirping]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[beeping]

[music continues]

[door shuts]

[telephone ringing]

- Yes, Steve, are you all right?
- Yeah, Oscar, I'm all right.

Listen to me,
what they want is Berman's work

on bio-cybernetic
communications.

They're designing
a mind-reading computer.

- [Oscar] What?
- And there's a Russian scientist

here with me.

Her name is Dr. Tamara Batalova.

- Where are you calling from?
- [Steve] It's a lodge, I think.

There's no number on this phone,
so try to put a tracer on it.

Trace it, Bob.

- Trace this call.
- All right, go ahead.

Oscar, there's a number
I want you to check out.

- [Oscar] All right. What is it?
- 5-5-56-9-7-0.

I think you'll find the boss
of this operation on the other end.

Steve, that number
is the central number

of the Russian Embassy.

I want you to get out of there
right now, this minute.

Oscar, I can't.
There's still too much...

[door opens]

I got to go.
There's somebody coming.

[Oscar] Steve, we haven't got
the trace yet.

I'll try and leave the line open.

[crickets chirping]

[door shuts]

[dial tone]

There wasn't enough time.
We lost the trace.

[crickets chirping]

[dramatic music]

How did you get out of Russia?

Not voluntarily.

I was drugged.

And when I came to,
I found I was out of Russia.

Whoever arranged my exit

made certain that my government
think I had defected.

And if you don't cooperate,

you'll be sent back to Russia
as a traitor.

Exactly.

As I said, professor,

you are here of your own
free choice. I am not.

So I want to finish this project
because I want to stay alive.

Besides, I believe it could help people.

Help people? The only privacy
we have left are our thoughts.

It does not have to be that way.

You don't think
these people want this

for the benefit of mankind, do you?

Then why did you come here?

Well, I thought they wanted
my work on pain control.

If I had known,
I wouldn't have come.

I don't believe you.

Then why are you asking
for more money?

I've been stalling.

Stalling? Why?

Because I can't deliver
my half of the project.

My work
on bio-cybernetic communications

was completely fruitless.

But I read the data you published.

The data was falsified.

I did it to impress
the scientific community.

Well, professor,
you certainly did that.

That is inexcusable.

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

[door shuts]

Don't tell Campbell,
he will kill me.

- Where is Mr. Campbell?
- He's out at the pool.

Ah. Dr. Batalova.

Hey, professor, come here.

Here, catch.

[laughing]

Oh, boy,
you're really out of shape.

Man, you gotta get away
from those computers,

get out in the fresh air
once in a while.

- Oh, you, you've hurt him.
- Oh, he'll survive.

We better get back
to the laboratory.

You wanted to see me
about something?

[telephone ringing]

It was not important.

[intense music]

Call for you, Terry. The boss.

Please, hold still.

You didn't tell him about me.
Why?

It occurred to me that
I'm useless to them without you.

This is Campbell, Mr. Kulikov.
They're making progress.

What does that mean?
Will they be finished by Sunday?

Um, that's difficult to say.

That is no answer.

I will be at the lodge
tomorrow morning.

[intense music]

[music continues]

[clattering]

- Anything yet?
- We had every lodge within

a 500-mile radius checked out.

Also any place that
even appeared to be a lodge.

Or maybe it's beyond
the 500-mile radius.

Well, we're checkin' on that now,

but you realize, of course,
as the circle widens,

the area increases
in geometric proportion.

Steve's alone and in trouble

and you're giving me a lecture
in basic math.

I can't just stay around here
and do nothing.

I think I'll question Kemps.

Sir, you gave orders
not to question Kemps.

You didn't want him alerted
to the fact that, uh, colonel--

Bob...

another bit of basic math.

Sometimes one hunch is worth
three intelligent decisions.

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

- What are you doin' here?
- We're going to escape tonight.

Oh, it's too dangerous.
They're watching us every minute.

It is more dangerous to stay here.

But Campbell says
the boss is coming tomorrow.

Wouldn't you wanna find out who he is?

What for? Come on, professor.

- We go that way.
- Now--now, that's too high.

Don't you want to get out of here?

Come, help me with this.

The bench.

You try.

Go ahead.

Better lock the door.

[dramatic music]

I can't get it, it's stuck.

Let me try. Come, help me up.

Give me the vase.

[glass shattering]

Let's go.

We climb down here.

Nah, I don't think
that'll hold our weight.

Certainly, it will.

Okay, I'll go first.
You w--watch for the guards.

[creaking]

[clattering]

I told you it wouldn't hold us.

We'll jump.

[intense music]

Ah! I think I sprained my ankle.

Ow! Ah.

- What's wrong?
- Oh, it's my leg.

[beeping]

Oh, let's go this way.

Our scientist friends
are trying to get away.

They're at the north-side fence.

get'em.

[intense music]

We have to try, professor.
We have to give them something.

I know.

Would you assist us, please?

- How did this happen?
- We don't know.

He was supposed to be sedated
and under guard!

There's no way
that we can warn Steve.

Professor,
would you place an electrode

on the trigeminal nerve, please?

Remove that.

That will be all. Thank you.

Who are you, really?

- What do you mean?
- You're not Professor Berman.

[chuckles]

My mother would be
very surprised to hear that.

Professor Berman's mother
would also be very surprised

to hear that her son,
the neurophysicist,

does not know
where the trigeminal nerve is.

Oh, trigeminal nerve.
I'm sorry, I misunderstood you.

Well, you understand me now.

Where is the trigeminal nerve?

So I ask you again, who are you?

I can't tell you that.

[Tamara] What do we do now,
whatever your name is?

I suggest we don't do
anything hasty.

Well, I know what I must do.

Tell Campbell.

Look, we're both
in a spot of trouble here.

Let's just go on
helping each other out.

Dr. Berman and Dr. Batalova.

[door shutting]

- Tamara.
- Sergei Kulikov!

You are a traitor!

Officially, you are the traitor.

Dr. Berman,
is the computer functioning?

Will be when I get the additional money.

Let me tell you something, professor.

You have run out of delays,
you have run out of demands,

you have run out of excuses.

I have made a commitment
based on your commitment to me.

My neck is on the block.

If your project is not delivered
to me fully functional

in two more days, I...

[Sergei] Tamara will tell you
that I do not make idle threats.

Do we now understand each other
completely, professor?

Their time is short.

It is not fair to keep them
from their work any longer.

[knocking on door]

I know Kulikov.

He meant every word.

He will not believe
we failed honestly.

He'll enjoy what he does to us.

I gathered that.

What do we do now?

We get out of here tonight.

We tried that and failed.

Well, tonight we try harder.

[dramatic music]

[car honking]

[intense music]

Bob, what are you doing here?

There's something very wrong
going on.

But you were in the hospital.

- Your accident?
- There was no accident.

I don't know what happened,
but somebody wanted me

out of the way.

Where's Dr. Berman?

He's in the lab.

[Bob] That's why they wanted me
out of the way.

- What do you mean?
- That man is not Dr. Berman.

Time up.

- What's going on?
- Now, just get in the chair.

Stay with him. We'll have some
questions we'll ask him later.

Doctor.

[door shuts]

[dramatic music]

[explosion]

[clattering]

[music continues]

- Who is he?
- I do not know.

You brought him here.

You worked together
for several days.

You must know something
about him.

He is Professor Berman!

[door opens]

- How did he get out?
- I'll handle him.

Don't hurt him, please!

[music continues]

[vase shattering]

[clattering]

[water splashing]

[intense music]

[water splashing]

[water splashing]

[dramatic music]

Oh, that's wonderful! Fine.

Very good.
Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

Goodbye.

Well, it's all arranged.

You're going back
to the Soviet Union.

They dropped all charges
when they found out

that you were kidnapped
and held against your will.

- Thank you, Oscar.
- Pleasure, ma'am.

Professor, I hope someday we can
really work with each other.

It'd be a pleasure.

But not on the bio-cybernetics

communications project.

[chuckles] I don't know
what they wanted

with that anyway, you know?

Oh, professor,
don't you understand?

It would be the ultimate weapon.

We could read the thoughts
of generals, world leaders.

But there are some things
better left alone.

Like the privacy of the mind.

- I'll drive you to the airport.
- Yes.

I better be getting back
to the, uh, the lab, doctor.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

Professor,
after all we found out,

don't you want to get back
on that mind-reading computer?

No, it's not practical.
I'm afraid it would never work.

[theme music]