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Good evening, gentlemen. I hope you're all comfortable.

For your information, we are over the Baltic Sea...

one hundred miles South of Stockholm.

The rules of the sale are as follows:

Each of you will choose a number from the vase.

The number will determine the order in which you bid.

You will be permitted one bid only on the item being offered for sale.

Whoever makes the winning bid...

will be required to deposit half the

price... in gold... in our account in Zurich.

The other half is due on delivery.

Is this understood and agreed?

The bidding will start at twenty-five million dollars.

Number one?

Thirty-five million.

Number two?

Forty million.

Number three?

Fifty-five million.

Number four?

I am permitted one call?

Yes.

It's up to fifty-five.

Very well.

Sixty million dollars!

Sixty-five million!

I protest! He doesn't get a second bid!

Seventy million!

Seventy million!

The bidding is closed.

We'll pay seventy-five million!

The rules were that you each get one bid.

The item goes to Number Four.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I'm sorry, sir, but I told you.

Mr. Goldman is busy right now.

I must speak with him!

I am sorry.

Please!

I'll call you right back, Fred.

I have something to trade.

You will agree to give me whatever I want for the information I have.

I don't mean to be rude, sir...

but no information that you have would make me agree to that.

Yesterday, I was present at a black market auction...

when an item was sold for sixty million dollars.

And what, may I ask, was that item?

A tactical atomic bomb.

Hold the calls...

and cancel my next appointment.

It's looks good at NASA One.

Roger.

BCS Arm switch is on.

Okay, Victor.

Landing Rocket Arm switch is on. Here comes the throttle.

Circuit breakers in.

We have separation.

Inboard and outboards are on.

I'm comin' forward with the side stick.

Looks good.

Ah, Roger.

I've got a blowout in damper three.

Get your pitch to zero.

Pitch is out. I can't hold altitude!

Correction. Alpha Hold is off. Threat selector is emergency.

Flight Com. I can't hold it! She's breaking up! She's breaking...

Steve Austin. Astronaut.

A man barely alive.

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.

Alright.

We all know who bought a tactical atomic bomb.

What we don't know is who sold it.

Now there are two possibilities:

Either the seller intends to steal it or he already has it.

How are we covered if the he intends to steal it?

All the atomic nations have been notified.

Security at all atomic installations will be doubled.

And if the sellers do have the bomb, or the parts?

General Wiley?

One hundred kilos of fissionable material was smuggled out of Kiev...

April 3rd last year.

Blueprints for the atomic furnace mechanisms were reported missing...

from Paris last winter.

Dr. Broder.

Tritium and plutonium reported lost in shipment...

from England to India.

And the list goes on and on.

So it's possible that the seller does have all of the parts.

What about the atomic calculator?

Anyone can rent one in Geneva for a thousand dollars an hour.

What about the reflector fuse?

No reflector fuse has been stolen, according to my information.

But it doesn't make sense.

How can anybody sell an atomic bomb when they don't have all the parts?

Unless they've already stolen one of our reflectors...

and the paperwork hasn't caught up with us yet.

None has been stolen. I can vouch for that.

What if some highly trained person...

was able to manufacture his own reflector fuse?

No. It's the most complicated component of the bomb.

There are only a handful of us who know how to assemble it.

General Wiley, we ought to get maximum security...

for Dr. Broder and the others.

There's only one other loose end, the shipping of these reflector fuses.

I assume that there's maximum security there.

No. We found that large numbers of vehicles only attracted attention.

The reflectors are shipped by truck.

Each time, a different route is used, a different driver is used and...

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me, gentlemen. This is serious.

What?

A reflector fuse left the factory this morning.

This is exactly like the one we shipped this morning.

No wonder there are only a few people who could understand it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Goldman.

But no one told me that we shouldn't send it out.

Where is the truck that's carrying the reflector now?

The driver calls in every two hours from previously designated telephones.

This morning he called from here.

By now he should be about here...

and his final check in point is right here.

Here's a photo of the driver...

his security clearance, employment history...

and, of course, the license of the truck itself.

I want that truck stopped immediately...

and the reflector sent back here under heavy guard.

Then you'll never be able to find out who the seller is.

That'll be all, Tom. I'll see you back in your office.

Yes, sir.

I know what you're thinking, Steve, but it's too dangerous.

The only way to catch them is to let them grab it.

But what if they actually get away with the reflector fuse?

Dr. Broder said it could be deactivated by removing a single part.

How will we track you?

We can't let you or the reflector fuse out of our sight.

When Dr. Rudy Wells put me together, he made provisions for a beeper right here.

All we have to do is plug one in.

All right. You got it.

There's one other thing, Oscar.

What's that, pal?

You'll have to get me into the Teamsters.

Mmm.

Oscar?

Oscar. Come in, Oscar.

We got you, Steve. Go ahead.

Thought we'd better test the equipment.

We hear you fine. And the beeper?

We've got you on the screen.

What's the beeper range?

About ten miles.

Ten miles.

Good enough.

I'll check in after I've got the truck.

All right, Steve.

We'd better move in closer, Major.

Let's move in a few miles closer.

Hello, Ted. What is it?

I need your help.

I was just about to leave, but, sure.

Who's your friend?

Just a friend.

Nothing's going to happen to you, Dr. Broder.

We just need you to put a bomb together.

What're you talking about, Tom?

Uh-huh. Yea...

You gotta be kidding.

He's not kidding.

What's he look like?

Let's see your ID.

It's just that I never done anything like this before, Tom.

Oh, I know I'll get paid. That's not the point.

I understand. Yeah, I understand. Okay.

Tom said you'd be driving the rest of the way.

That's right. Come on.

You can't drive without a union card.

Got it right here.

Where are the keys?

Hey. How am I gonna get back?

That red job over there. The key's in it.

Maybe I'd better go with you.

I always drive alone.

Well, maybe I'll go back and have a second cup of coffee.

Watch it in fifth, it pops out sometimes.

You bet. Thanks.

Oscar, I've got the truck and I'm rolling along.

We're following you, Steve.

When are you going to deactivate the reflector?

As soon as I can find a wide spot in the road.

Good. Check with us every ten minutes.

And good luck.

You bet.

I couldn't help it. It was all arranged with the dispatcher.

You could've refused. How?

If I'd done that, they would've suspected something for sure.

It was all worked out.

It was like they knew something.

They're probably going to have somebody following him.

Want to earn the money we already paid you?

Sure.

As soon as we leave, you follow us for a while...

and then roll his car over on the highway.

That'll slow down anybody that's tailing the truck.

Roll over his car?

How am I gonna do that?

I could get killed.

You'll figure it out.

Because if we lose that reflector, you're dead anyway.

You want some help?

No thanks. Everything's fine.

Okay.

If you remove the transistor...

color coded black with a red dot...

which is at the junction of the input switch and the third silver diode...

the reflector will work but will not fuse the bomb.

Steve, can you hear me?

Go ahead, Oscar.

Where've you been?

Had to take care of the reflector.

Did anything happen? Anybody following you?

No, what's the matter?

They got Dr. Broder.

I thought you were having her protected.

They grabbed her before my men arrived.

There's a leak somewhere, Oscar.

Yeah, I'm checking into it.

Steve, maybe I've made a mistake.

Maybe we should've turned this whole thing over to...

No. This is our best chance of getting her back. I'm sure of it.

Okay, Steve.

I'll be stopping up ahead to check in with the dispatcher.

Over and out.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Yeah, that's right. I'm at checkpoint number six.

Okay, Tom, I'll call you later.

We meet again.

Yeah, so we do, huh?

Easy!

Let's go.

Ah...

What is it, Henry?

'Spect I be needing a new pair of glasses, Martha.

Beginning to see funny things.

It's getting weaker, but we've still got him.

What happened?

Why are we stopping?

Looks like an accident up ahead.

We're coming to the weigh station now.

You got those freight consignment papers handy?

I wanna make sure we've got the right answers in case we're asked.

Yup. Got 'em.

Truck weight, 7370.

Hey, you're looking better, Cal. Looking better.

Now how much do you weigh, Zeb? About 170?

Yeah, about that.

We must be carrying an extra passenger.

What?

Figure it out.

You weigh 170, right?

According to the scale back there...

we weigh 370 pounds more than this truck did when it left the factory.

That leaves a guy who weighs about 200 pounds.

What are you talking about? Where? How?

I mean the door's locked. Sealed. I checked it.

I don't know how, but we've got a passenger.

Mr. Goldman.

Yes.

I'm afraid we've lost Colonel Austin's signal.

That can't be.

It must be your equipment.

It's not our equipment, Mr. Goldman.

The beeper has stopped sending out a signal, or it's out of our range.

Get me General Wiley.

Ten hut!

At ease.

The entire area is now sealed off.

Thank you, General. I'll brief you on where we are.

Colonel Austin, when we last talked to him, was at this position here.

What's going on?

Well, we thought somebody was back here...

Oh well, get the reflector.

You'll have time for a short rest before we need your services, Dr. Broder.

You don't think for one moment...

that you can possibly carry this off, do you?

Yes.

Definitely.

Okay, let's get this where it will do us some good.

Oscar? Come in, Oscar.

Something's coming in for you, Mr. Goldman.

Put it on the loudspeaker, Major.

Go ahead, Steve.

The man behind it is on your staff: Ted Swenson.

Swenson!

What's your location?

A hangar at the east end of Wakefield Airport.

We'll move in right away.

Give me a chance to get Dr. Broder out of here so they won't have a hostage.

All right, Steve. We'll give you ten minutes.

And Oscar, you'd better shut down this field.

They're probably waiting for a plane.

Will do.

Wakefield Airport.

We'll notify the tower to seal off the field as we go along.

Move 'em out, Major.

Clea! Get away from the door!

Steve? How did you get here?

I hitched a ride. Are you out of the way?

Yes.

Did you take the transistor out of the reflector?

Yes, Ma'am. Oh, good.

Mr. Goldman. We're inside the ten mile range.

We're picking up Colonel Austin's beeper again.

Thank you, Major.

Hold it!

What're you doing here?

Well, I came to get my truck back.

If I lose it, it comes out of my check.

If you're involved, then Oscar Goldman must be right behind.

I think we oughta get out of here. Get the plane ready.

Come on.

You know I can't figure it.

We gave him enough stuff to keep him asleep for a week.

Zeb, never mind the pre-flight checkout...

Let's get up.

Connect the reflector, Dr. Broder.

You've got the rest of the bomb here.

I know you didn't figure on that, did you?

Connect the reflector, Dr. Broder.

I don't want to hurt you.

All right, Dr. Broder. Stop stalling.

I know how long it should take to install a reflector.

Yes?

I don't care what the tower says. Take off.

We're too late.

Call Interceptor Command.

Get me any available aircraft. Air Force, Navy, Marines.

Get a fix from the tower.

Give them the frequency of that beeper so we can track that jet.

Yes, sir!

General, the reflector is useless.

Colonel Austin removed the key transistor. I assure you it won't work. It's useless.

That's not good enough for me, Mr. Goldman.

I can't let them get away with that reflector.

The bomb is now operational.

Wait a minute. Something's wrong.

We've lost the zero adjustment!

You've done something to the reflector.

Bird Dog One to General Wiley.

Have target on scope.

50 miles and closing.

Roger, Bird Dog One.

He has the whole bomb on the plane.

Colonel Austin, there's a part missing from that reflector.

My men suspected that you were in the back of their truck...

so therefore, you must've been tampering with that reflector.

So give it to me.

Target still on scope.

30 miles and closing.

Bird Dog One to General Wiley.

We have made visual contact with target.

All other interceptors return to base.

Skyscraper One, Roger.

General Wiley.

General Wiley, this is Swenson speaking from the plane.

Do you hear me?

We hear you.

I assume that Mr. Goldman is there also.

I'm here, Swenson.

Good. That's very good.

Now listen very carefully.

I'm looking out the window and I see Interceptors approaching.

Now I'm warning you, Oscar.

I have a fully operational atomic bomb on board...

and if you don't call back your fighter planes, I'll drop it.

Swenson, this is Oscar Goldman.

I wanna speak with Colonel Austin.

Of course.

Call the NASA computer bank.

I want precise wind readings. Where the least fallout will take place.

He wants to talk to you.

Oscar, this is Steve.

The whole bomb is on the plane.

The reflector fuse is working.

They found the transistor.

And Oscar, do what you've gotta do.

Let me speak with Swenson.

This is Swenson.

All right, Ted. What do you want?

Nothing from you, Oscar. Nothing at all.

I've already sold the bomb.

I just want to be left alone.

Now you either back off or I drop it.

It's that simple.

You see I was right, Mr. Goldman.

We'll destroy that plane when it reaches the minimum fallout point.

I don't have any choice.

But, General.

Colonel Austin is in that plane.

Isn't there any other way?

I'm very sorry, Mr. Goldman. There isn't.

They're not turning back.

General Wiley! Your planes are not turning back.

I'm activating the bomb.

What's going to happen?

I think they're going to shoot us down if Swenson doesn't land the plane.

Why?

Because the stakes are bigger than you or I.

What can we do?

I'd sit down and fasten my seat belt.

The coordinates, sir, from the computer.

Get me the interceptor squadron commander.

General Wiley to Interceptor One.

Come in.

This is bird Dog One, General.

Your minimal fallout coordinates are sixty-one dash forty.

Sixty-one dash forty. Roger.

How long?

The plane will pass over that coordinate in twelve minutes.

You will prepare to launch your missiles at that time.

Yes, sir.

Target just went into a dive.

Possible evasive action. We're staying with them.

Swenson had the only key to disarm the bomb.

Show me the bomb.

Bird Dog One to General Wiley.

I read you, Bird Dog One.

I'm activating missile launch procedure.

How long before the bomb goes off?

About five minutes.

What if I break the lock?

The automatic system takes over.

How long after it's on automatic?

Two minutes at the most...

If you can deactivate it, but that's impossible.

Bird Dog One locked on target.

Missile estimated firing time: 60 seconds.

No further communications.

This is Steve Austin. I have secured the plane.

The bomb has been deactivated. Repeat.

The bomb has been deactivated. I've secured the plane.

Bird Dog One. Abort! Abort mission!

The bomb has been deactivated.

Do you read?

Steve? We read you.

How much time did I have left?

About ten seconds, pal.

All atomic countries agree.

If any nuclear parts are stolen, all the countries will be notified...

and all shipments of these parts will cease.

I hope that's good enough.

It's a beginning.

Well, here's to a beginning.

Yes.

Oh, Steve, the things you did on the plane...

and even before that, the way you knocked down that door...

how do you do it?

Sleight of hand, slight of foot.

Really?

Dr. Brody, he fascinates a lot of women with those tricks.

I, well... I have to rely on my native charm.

Come on. I can keep a secret.

Oh, I know you can.

And I know you will.