All language subtitles for The Six Million Dollar Man S05E15 Return of Deathprobe (2)

This is Richard Anderson.

Here are some exciting scenes
from "Return Of Deathprobe Part I".

Rudy and Dan Kelly were
modifying the formula...

and they were
pouring it this morning.

That's when the men broke into
the mill, took over at gunpoint...

added something to the mill.

They added a newly
processed steel alloy.

Not scrap metal or
the usual additives.

Pal, you're going to
work in a steel mill.

This forged invoice tells us the real
alloy was shipped to a fictitious company.

Only you could've
arranged that, Kelly.

You tried to cover by
melting this fake stuff.

I'm not gonna answer
any question you ask...

and I'm not gonna volunteer
any information you'd find useful.

What's that?

I don't know, but I've
heard that sound before.

My God, it is.

Another Russian probe.

The Russians are accusing us of
stealing the plans for their Venus Probe.

That's the most ridiculous
thing I ever heard.

You put that together with
the incident of the stolen alloy...

and it becomes
very, very interesting.

Remarkable machine.

I suppose you stole the
plans from the Russians.

And the alloy with which
to make it from the O.S.I.

All right, what do
you really want?

Two nuclear warheads.

I could order an
evacuation of the city.

There's not enough time to get
that many people out of there.

Gentlemen, your
position is hopeless.

We'll soon be at
the point of no return.

Our machine will be reversibly
committed to its target.

And now the exciting conclusion
of "Return Of Deathprobe".

It 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.

Hey, we're back in business.

We were never out of business.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

You're a very brave man, Colonel
Austin. I'm pleased you weren't hurt.

Well, you make exceptions
for brave men, don't you?

What about everybody else?

That probe could kill women and children,
but you don't care about that, do you?

On the contrary. I sincerely
hope no one is hurt.

You can see to that.

Providing we give
you nuclear weapons...

if you're telling the truth.

I'm an honorable man.

I'm not accustomed to
having my word questioned.

Why did that probe
leave you alone, Steve?

I don't know.

Because you wisely
discontinued jamming its radio.

The Probe reported
what its sensors told it...

and the people at the other end
decided not to harm anyone at this time.

You should now know of the dangers
of interfering with communication.

While its radio was jammed,
that Probe made course changes.

It went off at an angle,
then veered right, then left.

What are you getting at?

If somebody was telling
it to turn, that's one thing.

The machine did it on its own.

Why would it make
minor course corrections...

and then get back
on the same track?

We don't know anything
about its sensors.

Maybe it was designed to
react to and avoid obstacles.

No, no. Some of the changes were
made when nothing was in its path.

Every move was programmed
long before it started out.

And while you wonder about insignificant
details of its route, time is running out.

Can we get a helicopter to
keep an eye on that thing?

Yes, I've got one three miles
from here in case we need it.

Chopper One, this
is Goldman speaking.

I want you to take
a course 0-7-4.

Locate the Probe, keep an eye
on it and report back its movements.

This is Chopper One. Wilco. Out.

The Probe's working perfectly.

What else is new?

It's on a straight
line to the target.

Now will you relax?

I told you nothing
could possibly go wrong.

It's like a Doomsday machine.

Anything gets in
its way, too bad.

That thing really can't
be stopped, can it?

Not by anybody but us.

Keep monitoring the output.

This is Leader
calling Vector Seven.

Leader calling Vector Seven.

Do not respond. I
repeat, do not respond.

Any transmission would be picked
up by the O.S.I. and triangulated.

This is a progress report.

The program is
proceeding as intended.

I am in Action Area 2.

I will issue the final warning
now and will proceed to Area 5.

Now listen carefully.

If I do not send Code
Override cancellation...

in 21 minutes,
cancel the fail safe.

The machine is to proceed
to Target 3 at all speed.

End of message.

This is Chopper One.

Subject is below me, half a mile due
south of the lower end of Lake Blalock.

Moving south by southwest. Over.

Keep us advised of any
change in course. Over.

Chopper One. Wilco. Out.

Find anything?

No.

Nor will you.

This map isn't detailed enough to
chart the small moves made by the Probe.

Get a larger one. Sergeant?

May I?

Gentlemen, there is one aspect of
your map I hope you won't overlook.

Your pilot said south
by southwest, right?

Yes.

Brannon City, with a population
of 200,000, is ahead of the Probe.

At its present rate of speed...

it could be driving into that
city in exactly 43 minutes...

tearing through buildings,
breaking gas mains...

causing explosions and fires.

So, that's your target, is it?

It could be.

Please do your best to
prevent such an appalling event.

I don't even want to think of
the consequences should you fail.

All right, what's
your proposition?

My plane will be ready
for instant take off.

Upon delivery, I will
immediately depart for my country.

My assistants will be advised
to withdraw the Probe...

once I am safely en route.

Gentlemen.

He's got us boxed
in and he knows it.

I think you're right.

M-Z 4C7.

Yes, sir.

For you, sir. Dr. Wells.

What have you got, Rudy?

I've scrounged enough of the
same alloy to make a battering ram.

It'll be just as tough as
the skin on that Probe.

Unless I miss my guess, we'll
have greater power on our side.

Good. Get it over here
as soon as you can.

It's already being
trucked to a cargo plane.

I'll keep you informed, Rudy.

Right, See you, Oscar.

Now, we'll see what happens...

when an irresistible force
meets an immovable object.

Here it comes.

I'll take it from here.

You get on back to
the command post.

Steve, I've ordered the
evacuation of Brannon City.

It'll save some lives.

You know, the only feasible
evacuation route from Brannon City...

is down the mountain
road to Apple Valley.

I know the road will be choked,
but what else can we do?

Once you've got thousands people
on the run, you can't turn them back.

You know what's 15
miles down the road.

Of course I do. The O.S.I.
Desert Testing Center.

Weapons, gases, explosives...

Mahmoud knows, too.

What'll we do?

If we don't evacuate,
he hits the city.

If we do evacuate, he
blasts the desert center.

Either choice, it's as devastating
as dropping a nuclear bomb.

We've got to learn the reasons
for those course changes.

I've got those
surveyors out in the field.

They're plotting those course
changes down to the last inch.

Still no fixed positions, Steve.

Well...

I guarantee he didn't come
back here with any good news.

Stay with it. I'll
be right back.

Arnold.

All right, Arnold, let's hear all
the bad news, whatever it is.

You've got the wrong word
for it. Bad is an understatement.

What now?

You know that I talked to King Faoud
about his charming cousin Mahmoud...

who'd like to have one or two of your
nuclear devices to play around with.

Arnold, will you spare me the diplomatic
chit chat and get down to the bottom line?

All right. We're facing a
war in the Middle East.

Faoud is chewing up his carpet.

He's convinced Mahmoud and
the neighboring Sheikdom of Qabai...

are conspiring against him.

He demands that we arrest Mahmoud
and send him home in chains...

and if we don't, he and
his allies will attack Qabai.

If he does that, that whole
area will go up in smoke...

and there's no way we
could remain uninvolved.

Hmm...

I don't want to arrest
Mahmoud right now.

I'm trying to spin
a trap for him.

Have you set one up?

Set one?

I haven't even thought of one.

I want to use Mahmoud to
stop that probe if Steve fails.

He won't stop it without his
nukes and we won't give him any.

I need time. Time to maneuver.

Let's worry about
Mahmoud later on...

and see what we can do
about stopping that probe now.

When will you do that?

Less than an
hour, or it's too late.

Looks like it has a problem.

I got an idea. I think that
machine just told me something.

What?

It won't cross that
ditch on its own.

Maybe we can
get it to take a fall.

Let's get back to
the command post.

Oscar? Mmm?

Let's get some digging
equipment over here.

This old excavation
site. To do what?

Widen it, set it up
like an elephant trap.

Okay, you put the Probe in
that, but what good does it do?

Rudy found the alloy of the Probe
weakened in a hydrochloric acid bath.

If I can get it into
that pit, it gets a bath.

Good.

But, Steve, the Probe
precedes on its own.

How you gonna
get it to follow you?

Always aim for the eyes, Oscar.

Let's order up a tank load
of that hydrochloric acid.

All right, boys! Let's
get that hole covered up!

We haven't got any time!

Get that truck out of there, get
that Jeep out of there, let's go!

Make sure you keep that
tanker truck a mile or two away.

We don't want the Probe's sensors
picking up the fumes from that acid.

Uh, running out of time, pal.

Well, I'll go get
it. You get ready.

Yeah.

Let's get this thing topped now.

Get the camouflage
top over here.

All right, keep covering
those boards with dirt.

Get them close together.

That's right. So the
dirt won't go through.

Come on, boys. Let's go.
We haven't got much time.

All right, men. Right
over there in the corner.

Put a little more
dirt over there.

You can see it. That's it.
Right around the edges.

That's it. Come on, guys.
We haven't got much time.

Let's go!

You got him this time!

Yeah, it shouldn't be able
to climb the walls of that pit.

Tanker truck's on its way.

What now?

I don't know. I don't like it.
It's not playing rough enough.

Steve, it's tunneling!

Mobile Command, this is
Austin. Come in, please.

Sergeant Warren, Colonel. Over.

I need correlates
on the Probe fast.

Heading due South, Sector 4.

Still a collision course
with Brannon City.

Have you had any indication where
the Probe might be breaking out?

If there are no deviations on the
course it's taking, we'd estimate...

we'd say at the Humboldt Wash.

Okay. Thank you, Mobile
Command. Austin out.

If that thing comes
out at Humboldt Wash...

we'll have a fighting
chance to change its course...

before it cuts the utility
supply lines in Brannon City.

Let's go.

Mobile Command,
this is Chopper One.

We're picking up course deviation
from the Probe near Humboldt Wash.

Notify Mr. Goldman
when you talk to him. Over.

Roger, Chopper One. Wilco. Out.

What is that thing doing?
Playing games with us?

Right now, we better
play the game its way...

until we find a
better one of our own.

This is Oscar Goldman
speaking, over.

This is Mobile Command
Post, Mr. Goldman.

We've come up with a funny kind of pattern
on the Probe's minor corrections. Over.

Might be the lead
we've been looking for.

We're on our way.

This is the exact course
taken by the Probe.

Yes, but it could still angle off and
hit the Brannon City power plant...

and the test center.

Unless we can stop
it fast, it'll be too late.

Except for obstacles, it only
changed directions here, here and here.

In response to changes in
the earth's magnetic field.

It sure looks that way.

If we changed the
magnetic force...

we might be able to
alter the Probe's direction.

Steve, how are you gonna
change the earth's magnetic force?

We can't, but the Probe may not be able to
tell one source of magnetism from another.

Have you got any magnets?

No, sir. But we could order
some from... No, there's no time.

Aren't there magnets in
those portable speakers?

Yes, Colonel, there are.

With this magnet and the
one in the other speaker...

we should be able to
alter the Probe's course.

I'll have Rudy get some
more magnets right away.

Get Dr. Rudy Wells on
the phone right away.

Yes, sir. Okay, Jam the radio.

Make sure that the Probe
can't receive or send messages.

Rudy, there's no time to
argue. I need them right away.

Okay, Oscar.

I'll get you induction coils so
you can vary the magnetic field.

Good. Rudy, I'm not
sure this is gonna work.

We are jamming the radio reception
so it can't receive instructions...

but its onboard computer is
processing information from its sensors.

I've been working on
something that may help on that.

I'll send it along.

Good.

Steve! Look out!

Well, there's not much
more we can do here.

At least we know now
it does react to magnets.

That material that Rudy ordered
oughta be at the Command Post by now.

Let's go.

I'll call you back.

The induction coils and magnets just
arrived and Dr. Wells sent this along.

He says you could use it to
neutralize the photoelectric cells.

Dr. Wells say how it will act?

He said he added a chemical
under high pressure with the foam.

It will freeze a coating
on the cells. Blind them.

Did he say how
long it will last?

That's no more help
than jamming the radio.

That thing can move
without seeing, Steve.

You can't be sure.

This could give us one more
chance to give that thing an acid bath.

Well, the one thing we
learned from the last probe...

the only thing that will
lift it is a helicopter...

whether we drop it into an
acid pit or haul it to the moon.

We know we can
jam its radio signals.

If Rudy's device
happens to work...

we limit its movement
with a magnetic circle.

We might be able to neutralize it long
enough for the helicopter to do its job.

I noticed a heavy cargo
copter hauling supplies...

to a freeway construction
gang ten miles from here.

It had a long chain
drop cable on it.

I think I know a way
we can hook the Probe.

All right, notify that crew. Tell
them that we need that helicopter.

Get our men in the
field to bury those coils.

Notify that tanker truck.

Tell them we want to start
pouring that acid into the pit.

Get those magnets around the
net, so we can trap the Probe.

Okay, boys, finish it
up. It's just over the hill.

We'll close the circle after it
enters. Then it's up to you, pal.

You handle the generator.

Turn it up, Oscar!

All right, Sergeant,
increase your field force.

Chopper 2, this is
Oscar Goldman speaking.

Come ahead to your
designated position and hover.

I'm over the net.

Get that copter down here!

Helicopter 2, lower your cable!

Okay.

All right, Chopper 2.

Lower the cable about a foot.

Roger. Here it comes.

That's right. Hold it
right there, that's fine.

Steve!

Okay, Oscar!

Chopper 2! Take it up!

Roger. I'm hauling it up.

Chopper 2! Hold it!

Hold it! Come in!

Chopper 2! Don't wind
the cable! Come in!

Sergeant! Get me another
walkie-talkie! We gotta stop that chopper!

I'm releasing the net!

This is Chopper 2. Net released.

It's like Saturday night.
That thing's taking a bath.

Hey, this is Chopper 2 again.

We almost had two
of them down there...

but Colonel Austin is A-OK.

I don't know where he came from, but
he's here in my chopper with me now.

Good job.

Well, you did
great. You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Well, there it is.

The Probe taking its last bath.

That acid's really
doing the job, isn't it?

Reminds me of a
prehistoric monster.

Dangerous while it's alive...

and still looking lethal while it
goes through its death throes.

I just hope it's really dying.
I've seen enough of that thing.

So have I.

You don't suppose Mahmoud gave
copies of the plans to anyone else, do you?

The police are rounding up
Mahmoud. Also his confederates.

Any plans they might
have to rebuild that thing...

Well, I'm not really
superstitious, but, um...

Superstitious?

You're superstitious?

After all these years I find
out that you're superstitious?

How could you cling to such
a primitive notion, Steve?