All language subtitles for The Six Million Dollar Man S05E21 The Moving Mountain

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.

Reporting as ordered,
Comrade General.

Such formality, Andrea?

This is an assignment,
not a military review.

Relax.

Thank you, Semyon.

You read the file on the
missile launcher incident, hmm?

The latest, top-secret version of
our launcher, Code Name: Mountain.

Stolen from one of
our so-called allies.

One of our most
valuable military devices...

so I naturally assign our most
valuable operative to get it back.

What have we to go on?

You have nothing, unfortunately.

But, you'll find some
leads. I have confidence.

Do we assume the
Americans are behind this?

We always assume the
Americans are behind everything...

as they assume we are.

In this case, it
seems very probable.

Americans, working
through their agents...

or hiring some shabby traitor to sell
out for a few of their beloved dollars.

I shall go to work at
it at once, Comrade.

You have top priority with
all facilities of the KGB.

Thank you.

This is it, Andrea.

We want it back.

Santos! Santos!

Planes!

Routine surveillance.

The imperialists follow their
routines with blind predictability.

If this works, we can hold
the whole world for ransom...

and finance an
army of terrorists!

I said it will work.

We are almost in position.

Reconnaissance
planes report all clear.

Good.

Colonel Austin.

Roger.

Air Force says it's okay.

The perimeter
security's all clear.

Let's roll her out.

The OSI's remote guidance
system is the real kicker.

We can control that tank
from 10 miles off safely.

That capability makes it a major
advance for NATO's ground defenses.

Impressive.

The tank will be reaching
the experimental range now.

Are you certain?

I spent two weeks there
cleaning out latrines...

and memorizing the
layout and procedures.

Whenever we're ready.

I have the experimental
tank locked on the radar.

We must hit it the
first time, Santos.

There will be no
second chance...

and the test base is
over 20 kilometers away.

These missiles are self-guided
and accurate up to 50 kilometers.

A modern American military
miracle, compliments of the OSI.

Now!

Radar's picked up on something.

Missile or a large
artillery shell!

Bring back the tank.

How did that miss us? It
was flying right for our heads!

Lucky, I guess.

This picture was taken by one of
the test monitor cameras, Oscar.

The tank dodged, and the missile
followed it like it had the scent.

In a sophisticated,
electronic sense, it had, Steve.

It's a smart
missile. One of ours.

What, American?

Worse. It was
developed by the OSI.

How embarrassing, it
just blew up a NATO tank.

Any idea who pulled the trigger?

He's gone under a dozen
names, but usually, Santos.

Santos.

Ideological terrorist...

worked with Black September...

and the Japanese
Vengeance Brigade.

There was an airport
hijacking that, uh...

Gatwick Airport, two years ago.

8 killed, 23 wounded
and a 747 blown up.

And Santos got away clean, Steve,
with half a million British pounds.

He got away
clean this time, too.

Ballistics indicate that the missile
was fired from a farmhouse...

about 20 kilometers away.

We checked it out,
and it was clean.

There's just no way to hide an
entire missile launch complex.

Oh yes, there
is. If it's mobile.

And that's just what he did.

He fired the missile...

and then he drove away
with the missile vehicle.

We don't have such a vehicle.

We don't, but the Russians do.

A self-powered, heavily
armored mobile missile launcher.

Code named, Gora. Mountain.

Moving Mountain.

Santos stole it? How?

We don't know.

Maybe with help from the
inside, some ideological fanatic.

We don't even know
how he got our missiles.

But I'm gonna find out while
you're out looking for them.

Bringing back the
missiles and Santos?

And the Soviet missile
launcher, if possible.

Oscar, did it ever
occur to you...

that the Russians may be
interested in nailing Santos?

Getting their Mountain back?
And not to mention our missiles?

Yes, it has, Colonel.

They're going to
send somebody...

and you're just gonna
have to handle him.

This time, at least, the
Americans were not responsible...

for the theft of Mountain.

We've established that the
terrorist, Santos, has the device.

Of course.

Things fall into place.

I've done some
establishing, too.

The NATO robot tank.

Destroyed by a rocket during a
test run to show its capabilities.

Our work?

No. We limited ourselves to
arranging for these photographs...

and acquiring some very
interesting information.

That tank was blown up
by an American missile.

One remarkably accurate missile
fired from who knows where?

The Americans had a safe
perimeter of seven miles.

So you assume it was fired
from our mobile launcher.

An American missile,
stolen by Santos...

fired from a Russian
launcher, stolen by Santos.

I'll go after him at once.

The Americans have
assigned Colonel Steve Austin...

OSI, to the case.

To recover the
American missiles?

Of course.

But I don't want to simply break
even on this just get Mountain back.

We need a profit
this time, Andrea.

Pressure again?

There is always pressure.

They're reviewing my
budget now. I need a success.

Remember, your
father was killed...

in an attempt to penetrate
the OSI armory, two years ago.

This could be
your opportunity...

to complete the mission
he planned against the OSI.

You know about Austin...

he does not know about you.

Use that advantage: block
him, trick him, seduce him.

Do whatever is necessary.

Whatever?

I know your feelings, Andrea.

On this assignment, there
will be no necessity to kill.

Thank you.

I do not like it,
she's too soft.

Full of humanitarianism.
It is ridiculous.

I agree.

But she will function
with higher efficiency

if she believes she
doesn't have to kill.

But when it is necessary...

there is a trigger
in Andrea's mind.

She doesn't know
about it herself.

But when I pull it...

she will kill Austin with
the greatest of pleasure.

Sorry. I was told
no one was here.

The Vallardins are
away. Did you want them?

No.

Are you here often?

I come in every day to clean
up a bit and to milk the cow.

Then you were here yesterday?

Yes, sir.

About this time?

Uh... earlier.

Did you notice anything unusual?

No...

The Fouquets, from the farm
3 kilometers down the road...

they went into town.

A day early, this week.

Did you notice any
strange vehicles?

I don't think so, sir.

They drove in their wagon.

On, no. Not the neighbors.

Have there been any
military-looking vehicles?

No, sir.

Thanks.

If there is anything
I can do, sir...

No, thanks.

There's your peasant girl.

She's not mine.

You bet she isn't.

She belongs to the KGB,
Gorbukov's Special Unit.

Andrea Alexeyovna Mestrova.

Rank: Major.

Top-level agent.

Outstanding record,
including this morning.

Thanks. I needed that.

Good thing she wasn't after you.

She's after Santos.

And it looks like she's got a
roaring head start on you, pal.

Not exactly. I gave Rudy a
description of the match I found.

Yeah, I had this sketch made and
ran some details through the computer.

It comes from a mountain village
about 80 kilometers east of here.

It's a well-known starting
point for climbing the Alps...

a charming inn there,
named the Chamonix.

Chamonix.

Well, you know
where you're going.

Yes?

Who?

You are certain?

All right, then,
put him through.

Hello, Oscar. How are you?

I'm fine, Semyon.
I'm in excellent health.

I'm anxious to talk with you.

I'm flattered, my friend.

Any subject in particular?
Sports? Theatre? Music?

How about Santos?

And my budget.

I'm not sure I understand.

Semyon, let's be
semi-honest for a change.

I have an agent out looking
for Santos and my missiles.

You have an agent out looking for
Santos and your mobile launcher.

It's seems as if we have
a community of interest.

In Santos, yes.

You mentioned
your budget, Oscar.

We're always fighting
penny-pinching bookkeepers, too.

Are you suggesting that we might
save money by not opposing each other?

Better yet. How
about cooperation?

Two agents, one team.

No waste of energy, and
a better shot at Santos.

I see.

But, uh, your missiles.
And our launcher?

Once we nail Santos,
you take your property...

I take mine and we go home.

Most intriguing.

But at the moment, Colonel Austin
has, I understand, fallen a trifle behind.

Wrong, Semyon.

He'll be in Chamonix
in less than two hours.

Very good.

All right, Oscar, why not?

Then it's a deal?

Yes! Andrea and your Steve
Austin, they'll make a marvelous team!

Temporarily, of course.

Of course, Semyon.

You know, Semyon, we may
have just made a little history today.

We shall know that, Oscar,
when we have Santos.

So the best of luck.

You're trusting Semyon Gorbukov?

You cannot believe him!

I don't.

It's obvious that in a crisis Austin
will simply overpower Andrea.

Exactly! And what will stop him?

Two years ago, Andrea's father
died, trying to penetrate OSI security.

What she doesn't know...

is that Colonel Steve
Austin killed him.

When she learns that, she
will kill Austin without hesitation.

This is insane!

I agree.

But our thimble-brained
superiors gave the order.

Major Mestrova, we are
now a team, you and me.

Call your com center.

I've got the number, in
case you've forgotten it.

It's ridiculous!

Exactly what I told Oscar,
but you haven't heard it all yet.

Know how I got this at
the desk? I'm your husband.

What?

We're newlyweds, Mrs. Austin.

On a honeymoon, off into
the romantic wild mountains.

Newlyweds...

Oh. Because of Santos.

The perfect cover while
we search for Santos.

Who'd suspect two lovers?

We can wander around and...

I took the liberty of ordering
us some champagne.

I thought you might need it.

I do.

Come in!

How wonderful, Darling!

It looks very tasty.

Exactly what I was thinking.

We don't seem to have
much choice, Colonel Austin.

Yes, this is true.

But it's not Colonel
Austin, it's Steve.

In that case, Steve.

To coexistence.

I don't recognize the man...

but the woman is Major
A. A. Mestrova of the K.G.B.

Right here, in our little hotel.

Extremely convenient.

You'll have no difficulties, Mr. Austin.
Just stay on those trails there.

Thank you.

Standard operating procedure.

I've got the trails marked.

Good. My people say
Santos is still in the area.

With the Mountain
and the missiles.

How much does that
Mountain launcher weigh?

Fully equipped without
armament, four tons.

How many missiles did he steal?

Six. He's used one.

How heavy are they?

Uh, 250 pounds.

Not a little toy he can
drive on every trail.

The road to the
north is too steep.

He'd avoid the populated
areas to the west.

The bridge across river to
the south isn't strong enough.

Due east, into the valley.

That's where we'll find him.

Somewhere...

What is it?

I was just congratulating
myself on my great taste in wives.

Good morning, Oscar.

You were supposed to check
in two and a half minutes ago.

I overslept.

Just relax, we're leaving now.

I've laid out a search pattern.
We'll check with you tonight.

Good.

Have an interesting
honeymoon, pal...

and send my best to your bride.

All bureaucrats are the same.

Living by their paper
schedules, in their paper worlds.

I checked in with my
Com Control earlier.

They wanted to know if you had
attempted to influence me ideologically.

We better start moving.

Aren't we going to have
breakfast first? I'm very hungry.

Of course.

Tell me about yourself, Andrea.

Brothers, sisters,
family, friends.

I am an orphan. No family.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is that why you became an agent?

In a way, perhaps.

Why did you? Ex-astronaut, you
could have found an easier life.

I read your file, Steve. As
I am sure you read mine.

Sure. All the paperwork...

but that's a sorry
approximation for a human being.

Of a beautiful girl, with a sense
of humor and a taste for the ballet?

I am quite un-Russian.

I am bored by the ballet.

But when I was little, I planned
to become a hockey player.

Unfortunately, I did not grow up to
be 6 feet tall, weighing 200 pounds.

And with all your
teeth knocked out.

I'm just as glad.

My second choice was
to be a Cossack trick rider.

I've always loved horses.

That sounds a little
bit more feminine.

Not the way I ride!

It's curious.

We are enemies from different worlds
and yet, I can talk to you so easily.

I know, Andrea.

We're in a difficult profession.

But now, for just a little while,
we can be just two people.

And speaking for one
of them, I'm very grateful.

All right, Capitalist
Swine, let's go.

On our way, Red Menace.

Kill them.

How's it going, Rudy?

Well, as soon as we
finish the seeking circuitry...

we'll be able to patch into the
OSI computer banks, via satellite.

What's the level of security?

It's normal.

That's not good
enough, not on this one.

What?

With the Russians
monitoring every transmission.

I want these communications
penetration proof.

Oscar, that'd take time.

I don't care what it'll
take. Can you do it?

Yeah.

There goes my night's sleep.

I'll allocate OSI funds for
an extra pot of hot coffee.

It's just me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be. I find it reassuring.

As your American saying has
it: "Better to be quick than dead."

Although I wish we were
only climbing in the mountains.

Without fears, without
the promise of death.

Yeah, I know.

But we both volunteered
and here we are.

Yes.

And I will tell you, Steve, I've
have had worse assignments.

And worse partners.

I'll drink to that..

It's done?

Couple of hours.

I'll check with Steve.

My master's voice.

Good morning, Oscar.

We're approximately
30 kilometers out...

we haven't seen
anything or anybody.

I wouldn't expect that
you would, Steve, first day.

We'll have an information retrieval
capability ready in a couple of hours.

Terrific! We'll try to think
of interesting questions.

Anything you want
to know, Andrea?

NATO secrets? OSI codes?

Will I get an answer?

Not for your pretty ears.

No. Nothing right now, Oscar.

Over and out.

The way Steve sounds.

He's out there with a woman...

who is a top-notch,
dedicated KGB agent...

and I think she's
softening him up.

Get me everything you
can on Major Mestrova.

Will do.

Beautiful, huh?

Yeah. Maybe we'll come back some
day when we're not on assignment.

I'd like that.

We better move. Yeah.

What is it?

There's somebody up there.

Where?

I'll handle it. You just keep
walking to hold his attention.

You're going to tell me a
few things I want to know.

What did you find?

One of Santos'
men. I left him tied up.

Where is Santos?

Unless that fellow is lying,
which I don't think he is...

he's back at the Creva
Hotel setting up an ambush...

for the OPEC's ministers
meeting tomorrow afternoon.

OPEC. The Oil ministers.

Santos has the missiles
targeted for the hotel.

One for the road in, the
second will hit the ministers...

if they don't come
up with the ransom.

Hmmm.

Austin to Goldman.

Austin to Goldman.
Austin to Goldman.

Austin to Goldman.

It's wiped out.

I'm beyond the range of my
communications device so we're on our own.

Past the point of no return.

So we stop Santos
or he won't be stopped.

Well, I guess we'd
better stop him. Let's go.

I can't get through to Steve.

Steve? Steve Austin?

This is Oscar Goldman
speaking, calling Steve Austin.

Hopeless. All we're
getting is dead air.

I just have to gamble
that he's all right.

Yeah.

I've gotten all our data
on Andrea Mestrova...

and I don't think she'll
slow Steve down much.

Impressive record, that lady.

And Mestroff started training
her when she was in diapers.

Mestroff? Her father.

Alexei Ivanovich Mestroff.

Why?

Get me through to
Moscow. Semyon Gorbukov.

Oscar, it's always a
pleasure to hear from you...

but two phone calls
in so short a time?

My superiors will begin to
wonder if I'm up to something.

I know what you're up to,
and it won't work, Semyon.

Oscar, you're disturbed.
Have I done anything?

Mestrova. Mestroff's daughter.

Marvelous girl. You should
meet her. You'd love her.

Her father was killed...

By Austin. Luck of the game.

Oscar...

We're old hands.

We don't hold grudges for
the failures, the risks, the hurts.

You assigned her
to kill Steve Austin.

Oscar, I thought we
trusted each other.

We are old hands, pal.

Too old to trust.

So, I have warned Steve Austin
that he might be with a bitter enemy.

Good. Not true, but it
will relieve your mind.

If I'd thought it was important, I would
have mentioned it when we first spoke.

All right. All right.
But warn her.

She hasn't a chance if she
tries anything with Steve Austin.

I'll tell her...

but Mestrova needs no warnings.

She has accepted the
circumstances of her father's death.

Oh, relax, Oscar.

We're not fighting the
Cold War this week.

We're allies.

Call me anytime.

Goldman knows.

He's told Austin.

That's what he says.

I was right, Mestrova is
no good for this assignment.

With Austin knowing, she has not a
chance and she lacks the killer instinct.

If Oscar had been able to warn Austin,
why would he phone me to tell me?

Why wouldn't he warn Austin?

I don't know.

If I had to guess, I would say there
was some communications breakdown.

At any rate, his call is a guarantee that
he hasn't managed to alert his agent...

so, Mishkin old
friend, all goes well.

All goes very well indeed.

Just beyond this
point is Creva Ridge.

And the hotel.

Nothing else in the valley except
a few houses for the peasants...

who work the hotel grounds.

Santos is there.

Waiting, waiting
for the ministers.

And watching for
anyone to arrive.

Which we're about to do.

It's undoubtedly guarded.

There's no way to surprise him.

But we must capture him.

Well, with no
hope to sneak in...

that leaves only a frontal
approach in broad daylight.

So we march in, knock on the
door and announce our presence?

Something like that.
With modifications.

Sounds crazy...

but then again the two of us
going against Santos' gang...

isn't exactly sane no
matter how we do it.

We won't need this anymore.

If Santos spots us, we won't need anything
short of a high velocity machine gun.

You're right.

Let me have some of that
machine gun ammunition.

Planning to shoot someone?

Nope. Planning to
give that impression.

How do you do that?

It's a matter of applying
pressure in the right place.

I once got out of a tight
spot using firecrackers.

Same idea.

When you finish
what you're doing...

we have to wait for morning
until we go after Santos, right?

Right.

Hmmm.

All night, just the two
of us and nothing to do.

We'll have to think of
something, won't we?

I already have.

I found him tied to a
tree like a peasant's goat.

Santos, I had to tell them.
He would've killed me.

Instead, you betrayed us.

No! We can get away.

No, no. Don't be stupid.

If they'd raised an alarm...

the hills would be
crawling with troops by now.

We shall have the pleasure
of striking a blow against both.

Mestrova and the American
are undoubtedly nearby.

And soon, they will making
a strike against the lodge.

And it will be a surprise.

This is Oscar Goldman Speaking.

I'd like to speak to
Semyon Gorbukov.

I'm sorry, Comrade Goldman.
Comrade Gorbukov is not here.

Do you know where he is? Do
you know where I can reach him?

I do not know.

Is there any message I can
give him when he returns?

Would you be good enough to have
him call me? He knows my number.

It's very important.

He will be told the minute
he enters, Comrade Goldman.

When? I don't know. He
could be sitting right there.

Goldman must be
worried about Austin.

Since he's worrying
about Austin, I won't.

Why should both of us be
concerned about an American agent?

But Mestrova is with him.
We have not heard from her.

Oh, Mishkin, Mishkin,
you have no trust in people.

Mestrova is a remarkable
woman. I believe in her.

Until I have reason to
doubt that she is doing well...

I will assume that she will
complete her assignment as always.

And Austin?

That will be part
of her assignment.

You know what it might be,
he could be ducking your call...

because he hasn't told
Mestrova what you asked him to.

I don't expect him
to tell me the truth...

I just thought I might get some
hint from the tone of his voice.

In the meantime, he
left us hanging out to dry.

Never mind where
we're left, Rudy.

Steve is facing a dangerous
group of terrorists...

and he's got a woman for a partner
that probably intends to kill him.

You okay?

Never better.

You're some kind of lady.

I admit a weakness.

I wouldn't like it if anything
happened to you, Imperialist Dog.

If I have my druthers, nothing
will happen to either of us.

Come on, let's go.

It's quiet so far.

Yeah. Too quiet.

They've spotted us.

Freeze!

Your Mountain,
Comrade Mestrova...

and your missiles,
Colonel Austin...

in position to greet the
OPEC Ministers this afternoon.

It's unfortunate you
won't be able to see...

the successful marriage of
technologies of the U.S. and the U.S.S.R.

Maybe we can make a deal.

We'll do anything you say.

On your bellies.

Flat. Arms out.
Hands spread. Quick.

Good job.

You aren't bad.

At any rate, it's done.

Semyon.

That's how Santos knew about us.

And how he stole a
Soviet missile launcher.

Yes.

Why?

The most capitalist of
motives, Andrea Alexeyovna.

Money.

Two million dollars.

You don't care about money.
You work for our country.

I grow old, I grow old.

I shall wear the bottoms
of my trousers rolled.

English is a marvelous
language for poets.

I am losing influence.

The Politburo is suspicious,
they make demands, threats.

What are you talking
about? You're a hero.

Oh, yes. Of course.

And an aging hero
is an old man...

in a faded uniform, sitting on a park
bench, trying to stay alive on his pension.

No. Not for me.

So that's why you plotted
treason with Santos.

A gamble.

And a very good one. I
still play excellent chess.

We were planning on asking two billion
dollars in ransom from the OPEC Ministers.

I stood to win a share of it, or
at least a measure of prestige...

for ending the notorious Santos.

But I didn't plan on witnesses.

Drop your gun, Semyon.

Andrea Alexeyovna. Do you
know how your father died?

What?

In the United States. At
the hands of an OSI agent.

This OSI agent, Steve Austin.

Steve?

It's in the official file.

Steve...

Approximately two years ago.

The experimental explosive,
you remember, Colonel?

Steve.

Yes. I remember.

I surprised the man. He
was carrying the explosives.

He ran and it detonated.

Yes.

The man who
murdered your father.

Kill him, Moscow
will be delighted.

Santos, his terrorist brigade...

and the man who murdered
Alexei Ivanovich Mestroff.

Kill him.

Austin!

Andrea...

not for me, for your father.

The father you loved.

Kill him.

Andrea.

Steve, it's impossible.

Why?

I have to report in.

Well, me too.

But you need rest and I feel a
responsibility to see that you get it.

Steve!

I told them to make up something
suitable for two newlyweds, for one week.

One week! Okay, two weeks.

Filthy Crypto-Fascist.

Bolshevik Saboteur, I bet
you make love to your tractor.

That's one bet you'd lose.