All language subtitles for The Six Million Dollar Man S05E19 Date With Danger (Part 1)

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.

You know, a man could
get jealous of that computer.

It's a very good instrument.

I never felt that way
about it when it was mine.

Well, I suppose
that's why you sold it.

It likes its new owner.

Lucky computer.

You've got some mail
over there on the counter.

Could I ask you a question?

Would you tell me why
you get your mail here...

when you have your
own office down the hall?

I like to maintain
a personal touch.

You ready to take
me up on my offer?

You mean about dinner?

And all the trimmings.

That covers an
awful lot of fine print.

You see, I bought this from you.

I happen to know
how you can trim a girl.

Well, I'd sure like to try.

Sorry, not tonight.

I'm sitting up
with a sick friend.

Got a little trouble
with my Beta input.

Well, I have a few calls to make.
I'll try you again on the way out.

I'm no quitter.

Now that's the kind of spirit
that made this country great.

Who's using Mark 9?

You got me. I didn't
know it was scheduled.

Neither did I.

That's kind of freaky.

Who...

Never mind who. What?

The security of the
OSI has been breached.

Who knows how many national
defense secrets have been compromised.

No, no, don't put
him under arrest!

Just keep him under
surveillance at that winter resort.

That's right.

Find out who he sees, where he
goes, telephone calls, everything.

Thank you.

Joe Canton stole a
half a million dollars?

You gotta be kidding.
You don't believe that.

I'd like to think that
money was all he stole.

Oscar, Joe is no thief.

Steve, as our communication chief,
he was in charge of all computers...

including budget
items and funds.

When we found out that the money was
stolen, we tracked it through computers...

through five banks, three
dummy corporations...

and a laundering operation
that was pure genius.

It was all done by
your friend Joe Canton.

Yes.

Harold Bell is
here, Mr. Goldman.

Send him in.

I know what you're gonna say.

You're gonna say it
was a computer error.

Let me tell you, we all started
out thinking it was a computer error.

But it wasn't!

What do you got, Harold?

I can't believe it.

Joe Canton?

I'd sooner believe
I ripped off OSI.

Have you got some
alternative explanation?

No, and I sure tried.

All right, I'm gonna put you
in charge of communications...

until we can appoint
someone permanently.

I want you to pay particular attention
to the Ryker Satellite requirements.

That was the place where
the money was taken from.

Yes, sir.

And one more thing!

I want you to understand the Ryker
satellite is vital to our national defense.

It'll be your
responsibility. That'll be all.

I understand.

Do you realize you just said a
loyal, dedicated, honorable guy...

not only stole money but may also have
sabotaged a vital U.S. defense program?

The proof is right
on that paper, pal.

I don't call this proof.

It's a piece of paper printed by a
machine that takes orders from men.

What you're saying is that
your friend is being framed.

Well, if he's
framed, remember...

he was in charge of the
computers that printed that paper!

Other men could
have had access to it.

My old man always said, if
something's fishy, see who's casting bait.

Now if Canton's
out, who profits?

You mean Bell, his
assistant, gets a promotion?

Look, I'm not accusing him.

But it is a possibility.

I admire your loyalty
to friendship, Steve...

but you don't get Canton off
the hook by blaming Harold Bell.

Here, look at his
personnel record.

Clean.

Look, I know his
record. It's too good.

Outside of cheating on a
spelling exam in the fourth grade...

he's a candidate for sainthood.

I don't hire people
with bad records, Steve.

Well, I want to check the
complete memory core of the M-9.

Well, that's impossible.

There are hundreds of
thousands of data bits in that core.

It'll take forever.

Maybe not for me.

You just make sure
Bell is clear of the area.

I hear that you burned
out our computer.

You know it costs almost
as much as you did.

Something sure burned it out.

What do you mean?

Well, I started getting a list of
phone lines coming into the Mark 9...

from terminals around
the world, 22 of them.

I was getting what I think
was a 23rd when it blew up.

An illegal line?

I suppose there was one.

He computer was programmed to
self-destruct if anybody got near it.

Did you check with
the telephone company?

Yes, but it's hard to tell with
the damage that's been done.

But the numbers on the
22 legitimate lines check out.

And I've got a partial number
on what I think is the illegal one.

Nobody could feed a
line into our building here...

without checking with the
telephone company first.

That's right, and they would only cooperate
if they had had a direct order from OSI.

An inside job.

Fragments of the numbers I've got could
belong to any one of three computer users.

The Washington Chancellery
Office of the Catholic Church.

The Massachusetts
Institute of Technology.

Wait a minute, that
doesn't sound right.

Yeah, but there's also
an outfit called Datamate.

That's the one I
want to check out.

See you later.

This thing cost me 11
bucks at an auction...

but it still gets busted over
your head if you make one move!

I'm not moving.

Good, good.

Now I'm gonna call the police.

Just... not one move.

Put your hands up.

Do you always treat
your customers this way?

Mister, I'm not
open for business...

and even if I was I don't care for
customers who break and enter.

The door was unlocked.
I just walked right in.

It's always locked.

Don't try it!

I was just gonna show you.

Operator, give me the police.

Did you...

No, I guess not.

Anyway, don't.

You know you're gonna look
pretty silly when the police arrive...

to find I walked into a public
business through an unlocked door.

You won't look so good
wearing this chair as a necklace.

Before you talk to the police...

you could save us both a lot of
trouble if you just check the lock.

All right. Move over there.

Come on. Over there.

I don't believe it.

You re-set the lock
after you broke in.

What? You see any evidence
of breaking and entering?

I mean, that's gonna look
pretty silly to the police.

You used a pick lock.

Come on, search me.

Look, I tell you I was just
here to ask about your service.

A guy who looks like you
needing dates? Come on!

I could be shy.

I could be the Empress of Iran.

I'll believe you if
you'll believe me.

I don't know, I still think I'm gonna check
you out with the cops just to make sure.

Now wait just a minute.

I can explain.

I got the feeling this is gonna
be really good. Go ahead.

My name is Steve Austin.

I work for the government...

That's why you look familiar!
You're an astronaut, aren't you?

I was.

Now I work for another
government agency.

And if it was any of my business,
you'd tell me which one, right?

Right, and if you'll give me that
weapon, I'd just like to talk to you.

Do you mind me asking how
long you've been in this business?

I bought this company
a couple of months

ago from a guy who
couldn't make a go of it.

Between finishing
up on my former job...

and re-programming this thing with
the clients that have already resigned...

I haven't really started yet.

Why?

Your computer may be illegally tied in
to another computer by telephone lines.

Oh, no. No, I've
been working with it.

I would have picked up any outside lines
while I was running the test programs.

Yeah, but what if those lines were
buried where no one could find them?

Excuse me. Do you
believe in false modesty?

I guess not.

Good, good, 'cause neither do I.

You see, I happen to be one of the
absolute best computer modelers...

and programmers in the business.

In fact, I would say that I am
the best, but I don't know them all.

I wouldn't call that
false modesty, no.

I can find out in two
minutes if this machine

is hooked up to
something out of line.

Come here.

You were right.

We should call the power company and see
if there was a sudden surge on the line.

You won't find it there.

Second time in a day
that a machine's blown up...

when the wrong
question was asked.

Thanks very little!

You knew I was gonna blow this
computer and yet you let me go ahead.

No, I didn't know.
Look, I'm sorry.

I hocked everything but the
family jewels to buy this company.

I don't have any family jewels.

How bad is it damaged?

I don't know.

Maybe not too bad.

It's a good thing you're handy
with that fire extinguisher.

Let's see.

Maybe we can do a fix on this.

Could you track down any strange programs
or illegal entry into this machine?

Could you stand by
to put out any fires?

Sure.

I was kidding, sort of.

Now that I know that this thing bites,
I'm gonna train it with a whip and a chair.

Would be sort of nice if you
kind of hung around, though.

A company.

I'll go along with that.

Think we could get the janitor
to help us move this thing...

I'd like to get
around to the back.

Maybe we won't need him.

Oh, not a chance. This
thing weighs too much.

Even the floor had
to be reinforced.

Oh, sometimes, if you exert
leverage in the right way...

You get a hernia.

Funny.

Move your plants.

Wait a minute.

What am I doing? This
is a total waste of time.

Do you always have this strange
power over beautiful brunette...

30... 28-year-old
computer programmers?

How did you do that?

Well, like I said, leverage.

Say, tell me about the person
you bought this company from.

Cloche. George Cloche.

Computer freak...

and generally freaky.

Thinks of himself
as a real heart-throb.

Where can I find him?

Straight down the hall...

if he's in, which
usually he isn't.

He rents the office.

Hey, do you think you could get me the
screwdriver in the desk, the third drawer?

Sure. Thanks.

Why does he have an
office if he never uses it?

You did say screwdriver,
not tennis shoes?

Yeah, oh good,
you found the shoes.

I've been looking
for them all week.

Cloche, yeah, like I
said, he's real flakey.

Mostly in and out.

Usually comes in with a
phony excuse to get his mail.

What do you mean phony?

He hardly gets any, mostly ads.

Just comes in, just as
an excuse to date me.

I think I'll drop in on him.

I'd like to see him, too.

Because if he stiffed me on this
computer, rigging it to burn out...

well, I still have that chair
that I didn't use on you.

It did cost you 11 dollars.

You're right.

How long are you gonna
be working on this thing?

Hours, days, weeks, who knows?

I'll bring you something to eat.

You know you do have a strange
power over a beautiful, brunette...

28... 26-year-old
computer programmer.

On the off chance I run into
Cloche, tell me what he looks like.

Lots of hair, beard,
too neat, too precise.

He dresses as if he hasn't
heard that sloppy was in.

Average height, medium build.

If you see a guy who looks like
he's playing a foreign diplomat...

in a late-night TV
movie, that's Cloche.

Oh, Emily, you're brazen,
shameless and calculating...

and I love you for it.

I hope he does.

I think I saw Cloche.

Could he have known me?

I don't know, I don't have any answers,
but I do have a question of my own.

The illegal phone line?

I don't know the answer
to that. The fire beat us to it.

I found an extra memory
core in the computer.

Now it's not part of
what I bought with the

Datamate and it isn't
related to the service.

What's in it?

I don't know. I was
just about to find out.

Nothing.

Names of clients and other
data are recorded on other cores.

Hold it!

J.C. 214 Union
Street, Number 205.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's your computer.

None of the other
entries are in this form.

Now why should one entry appear on
a core that's already been wiped clean?

J.C., J.C., Joe Canton?

Doesn't mean anything to me.

One entry, sitting there like a
sore thumb, waiting to be noticed.

Sure would like to get
in on this conversation...

if you care to tell me
what you're talking about.

Somebody wanted
that item to be found.

Why?

To arouse interest, curiosity, to get you
or me or somebody to 214 Union Street.

A trap?

Probably.

Are you going?

Yes. Me, too.

Nah, could be dangerous.

It's a free country.

You try and keep me
away from 214 Union Street.

All right, let's go.

I haven't had so much fun
since I busted my nose...

playing field hockey
in junior high school!

Oh, I sure wish you'd do business
with people who set their traps...

in a more exclusive
part of town.

It all checks out.

The building's empty.

So let her go!

There doesn't seem
to be much here.

Well, I think this might
be a government secret.

It says here World War Il
is expected to end soon.

I knew about that.

You people who work for the government,
you're just in on everything, aren't you?

Come on, let's get out of here.

You all right?

Hold it! Hold it!

Are you out of your mind?
You nearly got us killed in there.

That building's condemned.
It's being demolished.

Where did you get your orders?

From my dispatcher.

How long ago?

When we got the wrong
address on the route sheet.

He called it in with the correction
by radio after we left the yard.

When?

Few minutes, maybe half hour.

Where's your work sheet?

What are you a cop or something?

Something.

427 Market Street, that's the building
you were supposed to knock down.

Yeah, yeah, that's what we had.

But apparently our computer
caught the error and corrected it.

You better check
with your company.

Tell them they've got a
computer that lost its marbles.

They did what?! What's the name?

Acme Wrecking.

All right, I'll see what I can
find out about it right away.

It's a computerized operation.

Anything connected with
computers lately has been bad luck.

I've got a hunch we've
only seen the beginning.

I'll see you later.

See what you can find out about
a computer at Acme Wrecking.

See if there's anything
unusual about it.

Yes, sir.

Yes.

Right, this is Arnold T. Banner.

I'm Ms. Wilbur,
Washington-Federal Bank.

I just wanted to inform you that
your account has been opened.

What account is that?

The $100,000 escrow account.

Now it's in your name but, of
course, the money won't be available...

until it's released by our
San Francisco Branch.

That's where you had it
deposited originally, I suppose.

Yes. Sure.

San Francisco.

Now you're entitled to a free safe
deposit box, free travelers' checks...

and membership in our VIP Club.

How nice.

Does it say anything
on the escrow account...

about when or where the
money will be released?

Um, something about
completion of transaction.

It doesn't say what
transaction or when.

I'm sure we'll get the
word at the proper time.

Thank you for calling.

The Acme Wrecking Company
is a legitimate organization, Steve.

I have here the handwritten demolition
order with the Market Street address.

And, of course, they have no
idea who put in that substitution?

Could be a computer error.

Computers don't make errors.

People do.

If a machine is programmed wrong,
you're gonna get wrong answers.

Now, from what Steve has been telling
me and what I've been seeing myself...

somebody has deliberately made a
master computer do some very scary things.

Scary things, eh?

I understand that you're quite an
accomplished programmer yourself, Emily.

Mister, if that's your
cute way of hinting that...

I tried to get myself slapped
around by a wrecking ball...

there are ways of getting
killed that are a lot more laughs!

I'm not accusing
you of anything.

I'm just simply stating the fact
that your computer at Datamate...

was apparently tied in illegally
to a government machine.

Now as far as these scary
things that were happening...

they only began to happen when Colonel
Austin started investigating your company.

Datamate.

Is he for real?

Steve told you about Cloche.

Now, didn't it register?

We have checked every file in
the entire world including Interpol.

Nothing.

So he doesn't
have a police record.

You know, not
everybody does. I don't.

We don't even
know that he exists!

He doesn't have a
Social Security number!

He doesn't have a
background or a history.

He doesn't even have a bank
account to receive the money...

that you said you paid him
when you bought Datamate!

I've got cancelled checks!

You could have
endorsed them yourself.

Cloche could have a computer tied
from his office to the Datamate machine.

Why don't I check that out?

Steve, Steve, wait,
I'm going with you.

Because if I'm Cloche, I want
to be there when I confront me.

Good morning, Fowler.

Is the launch on schedule?

Yes, on-board computer is all
set to be re-programmed by us.

Is everything all
right on your side?

Will be.

I need your help in
moving my computer.

Something's gone wrong!

Relax.

It's just a preventive measure.

Steve Austin is snooping.

He won't find anything.

If anybody finds out that I tempered with
the equipment in the satellite launch...

I could be in trouble until...

Pull yourself together, please!

Panic doesn't contribute
greatly to efficiency.

Nobody there.

What?

Office was cleaned
out this morning.

Cloche?

Porter Moving Company
was here. Took everything.

Any idea where?

Well, moving men
don't like to talk a lot.

They just grunt.

Hey, it's open.

Just like mine was open when
you got into Datamate, huh?

Would I lie?

Anything?

Nothing I can tell
you about. Sorry.

Now you think I'm The Spy
Who Went Out In The Cold?

Look, I do trust you, I just
can't tell you about this.

I'll see you later.

Don't forget your
cloak and dagger!

Mr. Arnold Banner?

What is it?

Envelope.

You'll have to sign for it.

Well, give it to me.

This is the exact information that
Bell dug up on Acme Wrecking.

I know.

It was left out in the open where
someone would be sure to find it.

To frame Bell?

It was an obvious plant.

I didn't tell Emily because Bell
automatically comes under suspicion.

This is probably proof that Bell
is as pure as new-falling snow.

We'll still have to check
him out, though, Steve.

He's still working on the Ryker project
and you know how sensitive that is.

If Canton could be
framed, so could Bell.

What's important is who's
really stealing OSI computer data.

The invisible Mr. Cloche.

He's a major threat
to national security.

With his control of computers,
like the one at Acme Wrecking...

he could arrange to kill anyone who
comes close to tracking him down.

Where's the computer?

How do I know? It's gone!

I suppose Steve Austin took it?

Took it? Took it
where? How? Why?

I'll find out.

Come on, let's get out of here.

This place will be
swarming with security.

Drop those things!

Datamate.

Hi!

Oh, you. Hello.

I just wondered if I'd
accumulated any mail?

Uh-huh. That doesn't
sound too important.

I'll stop by when I get time.

How are things?
What's been happening?

Uh, nothing, nothing actually.

Things started out
slow, then got quiet...

now I'm working on dull.

Where are you?

Between stops.

Well, I'd sure welcome
some company.

Are you alone now?

Never more alone.

Why don't you come on over?
We can have a drink or dinner or...

I'd like that.

I'll see if I can clear my
schedule and call you back.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

But if the OSI moved
that master computer...

they've got her
working for them, too.

Well, then we've
gotta call the plan off.

If somebody, probably
OSI, has the computer.

That means they can control it.

We've worked too
long to give up now.

They'll know everything
we were going to do.

If the OSI has it,
maybe I can get it back.

You take a taxi
to Ryker and wait.

Hmm?

What do you mean, you can't find
where the equipment was moved?

What kind of a moving
company is that anyway?

Get tough with them.

Let's get a court order on them.

Amazing.

The Porter people have absolutely no
record of any pickup at Cloche's office.

Needless to tell you, their
routing is done by computer.

Yeah.

Call for Colonel
Austin on line one.

It's for you, Steve.

Colonel Austin.

Steve, I'm sorry.
I think I blew it.

Cloche called.

I was trying to get him
to come on over here.

Well, I think I came
on a bit too strong.

He's been trying to
date me for two months...

and when I finally
played ready...

he just cooled off.

We've got some security people
on their way to your building.

If Cloche should
show up, just stall him.

Don't take chances.
He's dangerous.

Okay.

I sure would feel a lot
safer if you were here.

I'll see you in a little
while when I finish here.

Steve, there's
somebody at the door.

Stay on the phone?
It might be him.

Come in!

I'm from OSI.

Oh, yeah, okay fine,
I'll be right with you.

It's okay, Steve.
It's one of your guys.

He's kind of good-looking.

If you're tied up,
just take your time.

I'll see you later, okay?

I'll be over a little later.

No, no! There will be no
restrictions on his activities.

Right, good.

Joe Canton got back
from his vacation early.

What are you doing about it?

What am I doing about
it? I'm trusting him.

He's in the computer room
now catching up on everything.

I'm gonna go down
and see him. Okay.

Colonel Austin.

Harold, what's going on?

I heard Joe Canton was cleared.

I just wanted to tell
you how glad I am.

Yes, we all are.
Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

Does that mean you've
located the stolen money?

Sit down.

I wish that we had, but no.

Well, I've been trying to
backtrack as you ordered.

Obviously, the line into
our computer has been...

tied into another
computer somewhere...

but I haven't found
any links to follow.

Well, you've done
the best you can.

Have any of our other
departments found out anything...

about the computer we're after?

We're up against a blank wall.

Well, I'll keep working...

and put out the word I'm to be
informed should anything develop.

Hmm? Yes, do that.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, thank you very much.

Hello, Joe.

I owe you a big one.

Oh, forget it. You
went to bat for me.

I don't think I'd have believed in
myself with the evidence I saw.

Well, maybe I know you better.

It looks bad, real bad, Steve.

What the chances of backtracking
to whoever put up this stunt?

Whoever or whatever?

What do you mean?

Well, these are my babies.

I raised them, nursed them,
taught them everything they know.

And I love them.

But I gotta tell you something.

I'm scared of them.

If a pet elephant at the zoo...

were to go off its rocker
and attack its keeper...

now that wouldn't be news.

The computers are elephants?

A million times smarter,
a million times stronger.

And we still don't know just how
these mechanical brains function.

But they can't move
around, Joe. They got no legs.

More legs than a
centipede, Steve.

They're tied into every telephone
wire that ties into any device...

hooked to any other computer.

I've had a few bumps today
that kind of shook me up...

but I still believe there
was a man behind it.

Probably.

Maybe I've been working
too long with these things.

I'm dreaming up nightmares.

But I can tell you, it'd be a lot
easier dealing with an evil man...

than a master computer
that's gone amok.

Tell me something.

Are you the kind of guy that
would bring wine with fish and chips?

I beg your pardon?

You're not. Forget it.

Everybody out, please, right
now. We're clearing the building.

Why?

There's been a report that a bomb has been
planted somewhere in one of the offices.

Okay, miss.

We gotta get out of here, fast.

Right, as soon as I make
one phone call to Steve Austin.

Miss, didn't you hear the
policeman? He said right now.

Right now. Right now as
soon as I finish this phone call.

Steve Austin, please.

Emily, it may be a hoax
but don't take any chances.

Clear out.

Then you won't get to see me.

I'll manage.

I won't be here.

Unless, of course, you want to
meet me at my apartment later.

What is it?

Martine Apartments,
1987 Havenhurst.

Apartment 804.

Colonel Austin?

Who are you?

Doesn't matter.

Go up the stairs, please?

Look, I never saw you before in
my life and you shove a gun at me.

Why? Robbery?

No. Move.

Well, what then?

It wouldn't do you
any good if I told you.

Come on. What are you,
some kind of a hitman?

Right.

Who hired you?

I don't know.

It doesn't really make any
difference anyway, Colonel?

The important thing is...

is to do a good job.