The Six Million Dollar Man (1974–1978): Season 4, Episode 17 - The Infiltrators - full transcript
FLIGHT COM:
It looks good at NASA One.
B- 52 >PILOT:
Roger.
BCS Arm switch is on.
FLIGHT COM:
Okay, Victor.
B-52 PILOT: Landing Rocket Arm switch
is on. Here comes the throttle.
Circuit breakers in.
STEVE:
We have separation.
B-52 PILOT:
Inboard and outboards are on.
I'm comin' forward with the side stick.
FLIGHT COM:
Looks good.
PILOT:
Ah, Roger.
STEVE:
I've got a blowout in damper three.
SR-71 PILOT:
Get your pitch to zero.
STEVE:
Pitch is out. I can't hold altitude!
B-52 PILOT: Correction. Alpha Hold is oil“.
Threat selector is emergency.
STEVE: Flight Com. I can't hold it!
She's breaking up! She's breaking...
ANNOUNCER:
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.
(MAIN TITLE THEME)
It's all in the balance, Steve.
You just step in here.
Now you fire.
How’s he doing, Wally?
Oh, he looks like
he's ready for the big time.
Good.
OSCAR: The key to this problem
is Boris Retsky.
He imports some of the top international
sporting attractions in the United States.
What's the problem?
Well, the problem is he doesn't export the
same number of athletes as he imports.
Each show has left
one person behind.
One of the most recent ones is
Ilsa Ribbenschweig.
She's a member of the
Bavarian Gymnast Team.
Same story, she disappeared two days
before her team went home.
Hasn't been heard from since.
So you think this Ilsa something-or-other
is about to start something.
Yes, but not alone.
Boris is staging an international
amateur boxing championship.
We think that Ilsa will be joined by at least
one or maybe more of the boxers.
To do what?
Assassination.
We don't know for sure.
The Chinese Trade Commission
is due here in a couple of days.
Intelligence reports tell us
that an attempt might be made...
on the leader of that delegation
in order to disrupt relations with China.
Well, so you want me
to join the tournament...
to find out which boxers are
part of an assassination team.
Right.
Wonderful.
Now just how do
we get me booked in?
I mean, every boxer in the tournament...
is a recognized amateur
champion of his country.
If we could get the American
champion to drop out...
we could enter you as runner-up.
How are you gonna do that?
Well, I think I figured out a way for you
and Rudy Wells to convince him.
You would.
Well, I think we're set, Steve.
(LOUD CLANGING)
Man, that must weigh 40 pounds.
Well, that's because it's lead, Rudy.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Now leave all the lifting to me, okay?
Let's bring him in now.
Mason?
You're next.
How are you?
Hi.
This is Dr. Wells, Mr. Mason.
Dr. Wells, how are you.
It's an honor.
Thank you.
Now if you'll just slip off your shoes
and step on the scales, we'll get started.
Okay.
You're about two... 210.
Now, if you'll just
slip off your shirt.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
RUDY:
Place it right here.
Sit down over here, please.
Take a deep breath.
Hold it.
RUDY:
Let go.
Take another deep breath.
Hold it.
Let go.
Have you had any
signs of weakness lately?
No.
Are you sure?
Look, Doc, the only thing
I've ever had was a toothache.
And that happened when
I was 10 years old.
Mm-hm.
Okay, would you take
another deep breath.
Hold it.
Would you bring that stool
over closer to the light, please?
Yeah, sure.
RUDY: Sit down.
Are you sure you haven't had any
weakness or fainting spells recently?
None.
Okay.
Is there anything wrong, Doc?
(SIGHS)
I can't be sure.
Steve?
Would you bring
the weights over, please?
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Now this is for the blood pressure test.
Would you lift it ten times like so.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
What is it, Doc?
What's wrong?
Well, I'm afraid we're gonna
have to take some blood tests.
Steve, would you get the equipment?
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Would you hold this, please?
No, just leave it there.
You think maybe
I've over-trained, Doc?
I can't be sure,
not without taking further tests...
but...
it looks like
obsessive neurasthenia.
Ob-what?
Well, never mind.
Before your next fight, I think you should
consult with your personal physician.
But he's in Philly.
Ah, what the heck!
My wife wanted me to skip
this tournament anyway.
Go to Florida on a vacation.
We haven't had a vacation
in a hundred years.
It might be a good idea.
Well, listen, next time
you see Mr. Retsky...
tell him if he's putting this tournament
together for the next year, to count me in.
I'll be there and a lot
more ready.
Okay, thanks a lot, Doc.
Nice meeting you, Mr. Mason.
Bye.
Well, looks like you're
the new contender.
I just sure hate doin' it this way.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
How were you able to do that?
Well, I just stopped it from falling.
Yes, but you see how many
weights there are there?
And you just pulled them all back.
Well, it hadn't gone over that far.
I just had leverage on my side.
Ah, but you are very fast.
That is very lucky for me.
OSCAR: It's like I told you
on the phone, Boris.
Mason's sick, I had to send him
to Florida to get some rest.
Miller here is the runner-up.
He'll fill in for Mason and represent
the United States for the tournament.
Mr. Steve Miller, Mr. Boris Retsky.
RETSKY: Hey, what are you
trying to pull off?
He's not even a heavyweight.
He'll get himself killed.
For your sake,
I'll try and stay alive.
LENA: Boris?
What?
If he fights only half as good as he looks,
you've got a winner at the box office, okay?
Okay.
I guess I don't have much choice,
do I, Mr. Goldman?
Oh, excuse me, gentlemen...
I'd like to introduce my assistant
and good right hand, Lena Bannister.
Hello.
How do you do,
Miss Bannister? Pleasure.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
please give me your attention!
I'd like to introduce to you the final entry...
and the new American champ...
Steve Miller!
Come on down to meet him!
Come on!
(APPLAUSE)
So, my new friend is also
an honored opponent.
My pleasure.
STEVE: Thanks.
BOXER:
Good to meet you, champ.
Pleasure.
Grant from Canada, champ.
Okay.
Hold it! Hold it!
Hey, you're good.
You're good, man.
In all the years I've been boxing...
I've never seen anybody learn so fast.
Well, I had a good coach, Wally.
Hey, nice hittin'.
That's it for today.
See you tomorrow.
You take it easy, huh?
My charm bracelet.
It will bring you luck.
Well, even if I'm fighting you?
But yes... even then.
Thanks.
I think that one of the boxers
will complete the team.
No, I don't think they'll make
any move until then, Mr. Secretary.
Very good.
I'll keep you informed.
Thank you very much for calling.
You got anything?
Nothing.
It could be any of the boxers
or none of them.
All we're getting is dry runs
from the computers.
You think Retsky could be in on this?
I don't know...
but the athletes that disappeared
were imported by Boris.
What about his assistant?
Lena Bannister?
Nothing from her.
Say, why don't you ask her
some questions?
Now wait a minute, Oscar!
I'm just one of the boxers there!
If I start asking
leading questions...
Why don't you worry her,
shake her up a little bit.
Maybe if you get her nervous
she might slip and tell you something.
Steve, we haven't got
anything here...
and I think we're running out of time.
I can't tell you how much
I've enjoyed this evening.
You don't know what it's like being
surrounded by muscle all daylong.
Well, I'm one of them, remember.
No, you're not.
You're different...
and very refreshing.
Brandy?
Oh, no thanks, I'm in training.
Rule number one, no drinking.
And do you always go by the rules?
When it's possible.
Tell me, do you like
your job with Retsky?
I get to see the world.
Mingle with sports celebrities.
It's not a bad life.
Excuse me.
I can't believe how difficult it's been not
being able to smoke among you athletes.
Well, that's rule number two.
Don't pollute our lungs.
My last cigarette, and I promise
not to blow smoke in your face.
You know I heard Mr. Goldman say that
some of the people Retsky has imported...
in the past were ringers.
Nicholas Gross, for example.
Remember him?
Ah, a soccer player from Yugoslavia.
He got into some trouble,
I think.
Well, do you think one of the
fighters might get into trouble?
(PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.
Yes.
(BIONIC EYE SOUND EFFECT)
LENA:
Yeah, that can be arranged.
Okay, consider it done.
Fine.
Mr. Retsky.
Well, thank you for
a very nice evening.
You're leaving?
Rule number three,
we can't stay out late.
Good night.
Steve?
Tell me something.
Who are you really?
Steve Miller...
America's number two-ranked
amateur heavyweight.
You're good, but boxing
is not your profession.
Well, if it isn't, I'm gonna be
in a lot of trouble in that ring.
Well?
If he's a heavyweight boxer,
you're Marlon Brando.
We could ice him very quickly.
Nothing overt.
Well, what do you suggest?
An accident.
Maybe a drunken brawl in a bar.
Well, how do we get him there?
He's friend with Tollombe.
Use him.
I'll arrange it for tomorrow.
STEVE: Oscar?
Steve, you all right?
Yeah, no problem.
Good.
Have you got anything?
Only this... whatever it is
they're up to...
I'm not so sure it's
an assassination attempt.
Lena worked too hard to make
me think that's what it was.
Hmm.
Great.
Now we not only don't know
who they are, where they are...
but we don't even know
what they're after.
Wally, what's that?
Oh, I don't know,
it's one of those Zen things.
Coop says
it's good for your breathing.
Yeah?
Wally, why don't we take five, huh?
Yeah, take a break.
Thanks.
What's going on over there?
I don't know, some kind of
Zen breathing or something?
Boris!
Do I detect a furrowed brow?
Yes, you do.
He's drawn Cooper
for his first match.
I never should have
had an honest draw.
What's wrong with Steve
drawing Cooper?
With an American contender,
you got box office.
Take away the American
and what do you got...
as far as the boxing fan is concerned?
A bunch of foreigners.
Tell me, what are his chances?
I think his chances are excellent.
Gee, wouldn't that be
wonderful if he could win?
Headlines.
Standing room only.
Fantastic.
You must help.
My boy, Tollombe,
he's like crazy.
What's the matter?
He's in this bar.
The Paddock.
The girl took him in there.
I cannot get him out.
It's like he was drugged.
Where is this place?
It's just down the street.
I'll get dressed.
I'll get him out.
That's a good idea.
(MEN LAUGHING, JEERING)
MAN: What a chump.
Are you all right?
Hey, let's see you roll
with this punch, champ.
What a turkey!
Come on, Tollombe,
we're going home.
Hey, that's the guy.
Ah, we must have another drink first.
I think you've had too
many already, partner.
Let's go!
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(METAL CREAKING)
You are a mighty man, my friend.
You bet.
Now let's get out of here.
No, we must have another drink first.
Right. Next time.
What? We must have
a drink for me and my friends.
Well, I see you drew the
American for your first match.
I thought he was taken care of.
Something went wrong.
COOPER:
In a way, I'm glad.
I was looking forward
to taking him on.
I'll destroy him.
One left hook,
and your troubles are over.
Maybe not.
Maybe he gets lucky in the ring.
Anyway, I can't risk it.
Please, a little faith.
I'll take him out in one round.
Guaranteed.
I'm sorry, Roy, but the man
is an agent of some kind.
And we have to be absolutely sure
he's out of the way by Saturday night.
DUCLAIRE:
I'll take care of it.
In my usual way.
Tomorrow.
Before the match.
Match is getting close,
you ready, pal?
Yeah.
May the best man win.
When I'm in the ring,
he always does!
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
I am glad I don't have to fight tonight.
Hey, Tollombe?
What's the matter?
Too much...
Too much everything.
Say that again.
Work it off, pal.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
TOLLOMBE: Where is my friend,
Steve Miller!
I'm looking for Steve Miller.
Did he come this way.
Oh, yeah, yeah,
I think he's in the locker room.
Thank you.
Hey, there you are.
Tollombe.
No more training
for me today, my friend.
What do you say we take
a walk in the nice, cool air?
Not in the direction of that bar.
Why did you ever go
in there in the first place?
It was a witch, I think.
But she was very beautiful.
She put something
in my drink, though.
How do you now?
Well, after just one drink I went bolo.
You think maybe somebody
is trying to fix it so I don't win?
Well, I think somebody's trying
to do a lot of things.
I'll see you later.
That's beautiful, man, I've never seen
anybody block punches like that.
(BELL RINGS)
That's 4,200 pounds.
That's over two tons.
What's this all about?
I thought I knew a little bit
about Zen, but that's got me beat.
It's got to be something else.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe that's the key
we've been looking for.
Up until now we've been looking for one
boxer to disappear and join the others.
What about four boxers?
Why not?
Get on the computers, Oscar.
What am I looking for?
Something that weighs
over two tons.
Wait a minute.
You gotta be more
specific than that.
The computer will come up
with two million items.
It has to be something of value
to justify all this trouble.
Right, value...
about the size of those weights.
What about the location?
Well, I'd gamble on this area.
Retsky could have held this tournament
anywhere in the country.
Why would he pick Washington?
Value, weights, location, size.
Good, that's specific enough.
Computer's gonna be workin' now.
What's the matter with
these machines, Bill?
Can't they find a simple two-ton object?
Perhaps it doesn't even exist?
(AUDIENCE ROARING)
Cooper...
Your worries are over, Lena.
Tonight I could lick the world.
I have no doubt about it.
But just to make doubly sure,
we use this.
Forget it, Lena,
this is all we need.
We're running out of time!
Look, the man is an agent.
He may interfere with our plans tonight.
Is it poison?
No, it's a drug that
renders him unconscious.
The symptoms are the
same as a concussion.
It will look like you knocked him out.
Then what?
Our people take him out of there...
and the rest we take care of.
Immediately after the match,
we'll meet at my hotel suite.
We'll go to the Barlow Building together.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Beautiful!
I had no idea he was this good.
Cooper didn't lay a hand on him.
(BELL RINGS)
Steve.
You're making this
tournament a real success.
You still think I'm not a fighter?
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Good luck.
What was your problem, Wally?
Hey, you had him hurt three times.
Why didn't you put him away?
Is that what I was supposed to do?
Hey, when you hurt a man,
you don't let him off the hook.
You knock him out.
You get rid of him.
Well, he hadn't laid a glove on me.
Yeah, but he might,
and that might be enough.
Now get out there and do your job.
You're a worrier, Wally.
Well, don't make me worry.
(BELL RINGS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(CROWD BOOS)
One, two three...
four, five, six...
seven, eight...
nine, ten.
Is he all right?
He's out cold.
I don't know what happened.
It didn't even look like
Cooper even touched him.
Okay, we'll take it from here.
Okay, blanket.
Okay, up.
Aren't you gonna check him to see
if anything's broken or something?
We gotta get him
to the hospital right away.
Well, what hospital?
Third Presbyterian.
Listing objects of interest
for foreign governments.
Garbage.
All garbage.
What weighs 4,200 pounds?
We're working on it.
(PHONE RINGING)
Programming.
It's for you.
Oscar Goldman.
WALLY: Yeah, Mr. Goldman,
they carried him out hurt.
Hurt. How bad?
Knocked out, unconscious.
They carried away in an ambulance.
OS CAR: Where?
Third Presbyterian Hospital.
The Third...
Are you sure you got that right?
There is no Third Presbyterian
Hospital in Washington.
I'm sorry, Mr. Goldman, I didn't check.
That's what it sounded like.
Bill, can't you speed the process up?
Steve's life may depend on getting
that answer in the next few minutes.
(SIREN WAILING)
How's he doing?
He's still out.
We close to the river yet?
We'll be there in about five minutes.
And the deep six
for Mr. America here.
Martin Hamilton.
ID. number 873-5006.
Insert your card.
As I thought.
You can't jump the alarm from here.
But if the doors open from the inside,
then the alarm isn't triggered.
All right, Ilsa, you're on.
Are you gaining weight?
I've lost four pounds.
It's gonna be a tight squeeze.
I can do it, Lena.
Okay, go.
(CAR DOORS CLOSING)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(RESTRAINTS GROANING)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Bring the case.
Wait a minute, why don't
you just reverse the tape?
There's no tape in there.
I'm making my own
recording of the empty room.
Great. It'll take too long.
We need time in there.
I'm recording it fast forward.
30 seconds at that speed will give us
12 minutes to play back at normal speed.
That does it.
The guard's watching our
tape of the empty room.
And Ilsa ought to be getting
inside just about now.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes!
STEVE: Hi, Oscar.
Steve!
How are you?
I'm okay now.
It's coming in now.
Hold on a minute!
Here it is.
Do you remember that fuel chip that NASA
developed for the Interstellar Space Probe?
It costs $30 million...
and it's in a container
of lead and steel.
Yeah, the container
weighs over 4,000 pounds.
4,135 pounds, pal.
It's right here in Washington.
It's in the Barlow Building.
12265 State Avenue.
Where are you?
Near the center of town.
Okay, get going!
I'll contact security!
Right.
(SIREN WAILING)
Easy. Easy now.
Okay, hold. Right there.
Now, easy.
Hold it.
Wait a minute now.
Remember the beams are only
redirected if the alarm is still on.
Easy.
Are you sure everything's all right?
I've got wall-to-wall monitors.
I tell you, nothing's in that room.
What about the container?
Impossible to get to it.
Alarms all over the place.
Alarms can be jumped.
Not these babies.
I think I better call the police.
Don't! You'll foul up our security!
If there's trouble,
one push of a button...
and I got a whole regiment
of Federal troops.
I'm sending my own
security men down anyway.
Okay. Ready?
Hup, hup, hup, hup.
Ready?
Hup!
Hup, hup, hup.
Down.
Five minutes!
Ready?
Hup!
Hup, hup, hup.
Down.
They went through
that door over there.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Hold it, you need my keys.
Hup. Hup.
Hup.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Hands up!
You all right?
You win some, you lose some.
Hold this will you?
Sorry to bother you, gentlemen.
Mr. Mason here insisted on this meeting.
That's right. I had to know
how you worked it.
Well, it was electromagnets
under the floor.
Sorry we had to do that to you.
Well, as long as long as they're
starting the matches over again...
we've had our
vacation in Florida...
who's kickin'?
Shall we go, George?
Sure.
Good luck, champ.
Thanks a lot.
OSCAR: Keep your guard up.
Boris!
What's next?
Arm wrestling.
International Championship.
Would you like to enter?
Oh, no, Boris, that's a little
out of my league...
but thanks for asking.
(END THEME MUSIC)
It looks good at NASA One.
B- 52 >PILOT:
Roger.
BCS Arm switch is on.
FLIGHT COM:
Okay, Victor.
B-52 PILOT: Landing Rocket Arm switch
is on. Here comes the throttle.
Circuit breakers in.
STEVE:
We have separation.
B-52 PILOT:
Inboard and outboards are on.
I'm comin' forward with the side stick.
FLIGHT COM:
Looks good.
PILOT:
Ah, Roger.
STEVE:
I've got a blowout in damper three.
SR-71 PILOT:
Get your pitch to zero.
STEVE:
Pitch is out. I can't hold altitude!
B-52 PILOT: Correction. Alpha Hold is oil“.
Threat selector is emergency.
STEVE: Flight Com. I can't hold it!
She's breaking up! She's breaking...
ANNOUNCER:
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.
(MAIN TITLE THEME)
It's all in the balance, Steve.
You just step in here.
Now you fire.
How’s he doing, Wally?
Oh, he looks like
he's ready for the big time.
Good.
OSCAR: The key to this problem
is Boris Retsky.
He imports some of the top international
sporting attractions in the United States.
What's the problem?
Well, the problem is he doesn't export the
same number of athletes as he imports.
Each show has left
one person behind.
One of the most recent ones is
Ilsa Ribbenschweig.
She's a member of the
Bavarian Gymnast Team.
Same story, she disappeared two days
before her team went home.
Hasn't been heard from since.
So you think this Ilsa something-or-other
is about to start something.
Yes, but not alone.
Boris is staging an international
amateur boxing championship.
We think that Ilsa will be joined by at least
one or maybe more of the boxers.
To do what?
Assassination.
We don't know for sure.
The Chinese Trade Commission
is due here in a couple of days.
Intelligence reports tell us
that an attempt might be made...
on the leader of that delegation
in order to disrupt relations with China.
Well, so you want me
to join the tournament...
to find out which boxers are
part of an assassination team.
Right.
Wonderful.
Now just how do
we get me booked in?
I mean, every boxer in the tournament...
is a recognized amateur
champion of his country.
If we could get the American
champion to drop out...
we could enter you as runner-up.
How are you gonna do that?
Well, I think I figured out a way for you
and Rudy Wells to convince him.
You would.
Well, I think we're set, Steve.
(LOUD CLANGING)
Man, that must weigh 40 pounds.
Well, that's because it's lead, Rudy.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Now leave all the lifting to me, okay?
Let's bring him in now.
Mason?
You're next.
How are you?
Hi.
This is Dr. Wells, Mr. Mason.
Dr. Wells, how are you.
It's an honor.
Thank you.
Now if you'll just slip off your shoes
and step on the scales, we'll get started.
Okay.
You're about two... 210.
Now, if you'll just
slip off your shirt.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
RUDY:
Place it right here.
Sit down over here, please.
Take a deep breath.
Hold it.
RUDY:
Let go.
Take another deep breath.
Hold it.
Let go.
Have you had any
signs of weakness lately?
No.
Are you sure?
Look, Doc, the only thing
I've ever had was a toothache.
And that happened when
I was 10 years old.
Mm-hm.
Okay, would you take
another deep breath.
Hold it.
Would you bring that stool
over closer to the light, please?
Yeah, sure.
RUDY: Sit down.
Are you sure you haven't had any
weakness or fainting spells recently?
None.
Okay.
Is there anything wrong, Doc?
(SIGHS)
I can't be sure.
Steve?
Would you bring
the weights over, please?
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Now this is for the blood pressure test.
Would you lift it ten times like so.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
What is it, Doc?
What's wrong?
Well, I'm afraid we're gonna
have to take some blood tests.
Steve, would you get the equipment?
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Would you hold this, please?
No, just leave it there.
You think maybe
I've over-trained, Doc?
I can't be sure,
not without taking further tests...
but...
it looks like
obsessive neurasthenia.
Ob-what?
Well, never mind.
Before your next fight, I think you should
consult with your personal physician.
But he's in Philly.
Ah, what the heck!
My wife wanted me to skip
this tournament anyway.
Go to Florida on a vacation.
We haven't had a vacation
in a hundred years.
It might be a good idea.
Well, listen, next time
you see Mr. Retsky...
tell him if he's putting this tournament
together for the next year, to count me in.
I'll be there and a lot
more ready.
Okay, thanks a lot, Doc.
Nice meeting you, Mr. Mason.
Bye.
Well, looks like you're
the new contender.
I just sure hate doin' it this way.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
How were you able to do that?
Well, I just stopped it from falling.
Yes, but you see how many
weights there are there?
And you just pulled them all back.
Well, it hadn't gone over that far.
I just had leverage on my side.
Ah, but you are very fast.
That is very lucky for me.
OSCAR: It's like I told you
on the phone, Boris.
Mason's sick, I had to send him
to Florida to get some rest.
Miller here is the runner-up.
He'll fill in for Mason and represent
the United States for the tournament.
Mr. Steve Miller, Mr. Boris Retsky.
RETSKY: Hey, what are you
trying to pull off?
He's not even a heavyweight.
He'll get himself killed.
For your sake,
I'll try and stay alive.
LENA: Boris?
What?
If he fights only half as good as he looks,
you've got a winner at the box office, okay?
Okay.
I guess I don't have much choice,
do I, Mr. Goldman?
Oh, excuse me, gentlemen...
I'd like to introduce my assistant
and good right hand, Lena Bannister.
Hello.
How do you do,
Miss Bannister? Pleasure.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
please give me your attention!
I'd like to introduce to you the final entry...
and the new American champ...
Steve Miller!
Come on down to meet him!
Come on!
(APPLAUSE)
So, my new friend is also
an honored opponent.
My pleasure.
STEVE: Thanks.
BOXER:
Good to meet you, champ.
Pleasure.
Grant from Canada, champ.
Okay.
Hold it! Hold it!
Hey, you're good.
You're good, man.
In all the years I've been boxing...
I've never seen anybody learn so fast.
Well, I had a good coach, Wally.
Hey, nice hittin'.
That's it for today.
See you tomorrow.
You take it easy, huh?
My charm bracelet.
It will bring you luck.
Well, even if I'm fighting you?
But yes... even then.
Thanks.
I think that one of the boxers
will complete the team.
No, I don't think they'll make
any move until then, Mr. Secretary.
Very good.
I'll keep you informed.
Thank you very much for calling.
You got anything?
Nothing.
It could be any of the boxers
or none of them.
All we're getting is dry runs
from the computers.
You think Retsky could be in on this?
I don't know...
but the athletes that disappeared
were imported by Boris.
What about his assistant?
Lena Bannister?
Nothing from her.
Say, why don't you ask her
some questions?
Now wait a minute, Oscar!
I'm just one of the boxers there!
If I start asking
leading questions...
Why don't you worry her,
shake her up a little bit.
Maybe if you get her nervous
she might slip and tell you something.
Steve, we haven't got
anything here...
and I think we're running out of time.
I can't tell you how much
I've enjoyed this evening.
You don't know what it's like being
surrounded by muscle all daylong.
Well, I'm one of them, remember.
No, you're not.
You're different...
and very refreshing.
Brandy?
Oh, no thanks, I'm in training.
Rule number one, no drinking.
And do you always go by the rules?
When it's possible.
Tell me, do you like
your job with Retsky?
I get to see the world.
Mingle with sports celebrities.
It's not a bad life.
Excuse me.
I can't believe how difficult it's been not
being able to smoke among you athletes.
Well, that's rule number two.
Don't pollute our lungs.
My last cigarette, and I promise
not to blow smoke in your face.
You know I heard Mr. Goldman say that
some of the people Retsky has imported...
in the past were ringers.
Nicholas Gross, for example.
Remember him?
Ah, a soccer player from Yugoslavia.
He got into some trouble,
I think.
Well, do you think one of the
fighters might get into trouble?
(PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.
Yes.
(BIONIC EYE SOUND EFFECT)
LENA:
Yeah, that can be arranged.
Okay, consider it done.
Fine.
Mr. Retsky.
Well, thank you for
a very nice evening.
You're leaving?
Rule number three,
we can't stay out late.
Good night.
Steve?
Tell me something.
Who are you really?
Steve Miller...
America's number two-ranked
amateur heavyweight.
You're good, but boxing
is not your profession.
Well, if it isn't, I'm gonna be
in a lot of trouble in that ring.
Well?
If he's a heavyweight boxer,
you're Marlon Brando.
We could ice him very quickly.
Nothing overt.
Well, what do you suggest?
An accident.
Maybe a drunken brawl in a bar.
Well, how do we get him there?
He's friend with Tollombe.
Use him.
I'll arrange it for tomorrow.
STEVE: Oscar?
Steve, you all right?
Yeah, no problem.
Good.
Have you got anything?
Only this... whatever it is
they're up to...
I'm not so sure it's
an assassination attempt.
Lena worked too hard to make
me think that's what it was.
Hmm.
Great.
Now we not only don't know
who they are, where they are...
but we don't even know
what they're after.
Wally, what's that?
Oh, I don't know,
it's one of those Zen things.
Coop says
it's good for your breathing.
Yeah?
Wally, why don't we take five, huh?
Yeah, take a break.
Thanks.
What's going on over there?
I don't know, some kind of
Zen breathing or something?
Boris!
Do I detect a furrowed brow?
Yes, you do.
He's drawn Cooper
for his first match.
I never should have
had an honest draw.
What's wrong with Steve
drawing Cooper?
With an American contender,
you got box office.
Take away the American
and what do you got...
as far as the boxing fan is concerned?
A bunch of foreigners.
Tell me, what are his chances?
I think his chances are excellent.
Gee, wouldn't that be
wonderful if he could win?
Headlines.
Standing room only.
Fantastic.
You must help.
My boy, Tollombe,
he's like crazy.
What's the matter?
He's in this bar.
The Paddock.
The girl took him in there.
I cannot get him out.
It's like he was drugged.
Where is this place?
It's just down the street.
I'll get dressed.
I'll get him out.
That's a good idea.
(MEN LAUGHING, JEERING)
MAN: What a chump.
Are you all right?
Hey, let's see you roll
with this punch, champ.
What a turkey!
Come on, Tollombe,
we're going home.
Hey, that's the guy.
Ah, we must have another drink first.
I think you've had too
many already, partner.
Let's go!
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(METAL CREAKING)
You are a mighty man, my friend.
You bet.
Now let's get out of here.
No, we must have another drink first.
Right. Next time.
What? We must have
a drink for me and my friends.
Well, I see you drew the
American for your first match.
I thought he was taken care of.
Something went wrong.
COOPER:
In a way, I'm glad.
I was looking forward
to taking him on.
I'll destroy him.
One left hook,
and your troubles are over.
Maybe not.
Maybe he gets lucky in the ring.
Anyway, I can't risk it.
Please, a little faith.
I'll take him out in one round.
Guaranteed.
I'm sorry, Roy, but the man
is an agent of some kind.
And we have to be absolutely sure
he's out of the way by Saturday night.
DUCLAIRE:
I'll take care of it.
In my usual way.
Tomorrow.
Before the match.
Match is getting close,
you ready, pal?
Yeah.
May the best man win.
When I'm in the ring,
he always does!
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
I am glad I don't have to fight tonight.
Hey, Tollombe?
What's the matter?
Too much...
Too much everything.
Say that again.
Work it off, pal.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
TOLLOMBE: Where is my friend,
Steve Miller!
I'm looking for Steve Miller.
Did he come this way.
Oh, yeah, yeah,
I think he's in the locker room.
Thank you.
Hey, there you are.
Tollombe.
No more training
for me today, my friend.
What do you say we take
a walk in the nice, cool air?
Not in the direction of that bar.
Why did you ever go
in there in the first place?
It was a witch, I think.
But she was very beautiful.
She put something
in my drink, though.
How do you now?
Well, after just one drink I went bolo.
You think maybe somebody
is trying to fix it so I don't win?
Well, I think somebody's trying
to do a lot of things.
I'll see you later.
That's beautiful, man, I've never seen
anybody block punches like that.
(BELL RINGS)
That's 4,200 pounds.
That's over two tons.
What's this all about?
I thought I knew a little bit
about Zen, but that's got me beat.
It's got to be something else.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe that's the key
we've been looking for.
Up until now we've been looking for one
boxer to disappear and join the others.
What about four boxers?
Why not?
Get on the computers, Oscar.
What am I looking for?
Something that weighs
over two tons.
Wait a minute.
You gotta be more
specific than that.
The computer will come up
with two million items.
It has to be something of value
to justify all this trouble.
Right, value...
about the size of those weights.
What about the location?
Well, I'd gamble on this area.
Retsky could have held this tournament
anywhere in the country.
Why would he pick Washington?
Value, weights, location, size.
Good, that's specific enough.
Computer's gonna be workin' now.
What's the matter with
these machines, Bill?
Can't they find a simple two-ton object?
Perhaps it doesn't even exist?
(AUDIENCE ROARING)
Cooper...
Your worries are over, Lena.
Tonight I could lick the world.
I have no doubt about it.
But just to make doubly sure,
we use this.
Forget it, Lena,
this is all we need.
We're running out of time!
Look, the man is an agent.
He may interfere with our plans tonight.
Is it poison?
No, it's a drug that
renders him unconscious.
The symptoms are the
same as a concussion.
It will look like you knocked him out.
Then what?
Our people take him out of there...
and the rest we take care of.
Immediately after the match,
we'll meet at my hotel suite.
We'll go to the Barlow Building together.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Beautiful!
I had no idea he was this good.
Cooper didn't lay a hand on him.
(BELL RINGS)
Steve.
You're making this
tournament a real success.
You still think I'm not a fighter?
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Good luck.
What was your problem, Wally?
Hey, you had him hurt three times.
Why didn't you put him away?
Is that what I was supposed to do?
Hey, when you hurt a man,
you don't let him off the hook.
You knock him out.
You get rid of him.
Well, he hadn't laid a glove on me.
Yeah, but he might,
and that might be enough.
Now get out there and do your job.
You're a worrier, Wally.
Well, don't make me worry.
(BELL RINGS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(CROWD BOOS)
One, two three...
four, five, six...
seven, eight...
nine, ten.
Is he all right?
He's out cold.
I don't know what happened.
It didn't even look like
Cooper even touched him.
Okay, we'll take it from here.
Okay, blanket.
Okay, up.
Aren't you gonna check him to see
if anything's broken or something?
We gotta get him
to the hospital right away.
Well, what hospital?
Third Presbyterian.
Listing objects of interest
for foreign governments.
Garbage.
All garbage.
What weighs 4,200 pounds?
We're working on it.
(PHONE RINGING)
Programming.
It's for you.
Oscar Goldman.
WALLY: Yeah, Mr. Goldman,
they carried him out hurt.
Hurt. How bad?
Knocked out, unconscious.
They carried away in an ambulance.
OS CAR: Where?
Third Presbyterian Hospital.
The Third...
Are you sure you got that right?
There is no Third Presbyterian
Hospital in Washington.
I'm sorry, Mr. Goldman, I didn't check.
That's what it sounded like.
Bill, can't you speed the process up?
Steve's life may depend on getting
that answer in the next few minutes.
(SIREN WAILING)
How's he doing?
He's still out.
We close to the river yet?
We'll be there in about five minutes.
And the deep six
for Mr. America here.
Martin Hamilton.
ID. number 873-5006.
Insert your card.
As I thought.
You can't jump the alarm from here.
But if the doors open from the inside,
then the alarm isn't triggered.
All right, Ilsa, you're on.
Are you gaining weight?
I've lost four pounds.
It's gonna be a tight squeeze.
I can do it, Lena.
Okay, go.
(CAR DOORS CLOSING)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(RESTRAINTS GROANING)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Bring the case.
Wait a minute, why don't
you just reverse the tape?
There's no tape in there.
I'm making my own
recording of the empty room.
Great. It'll take too long.
We need time in there.
I'm recording it fast forward.
30 seconds at that speed will give us
12 minutes to play back at normal speed.
That does it.
The guard's watching our
tape of the empty room.
And Ilsa ought to be getting
inside just about now.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes!
STEVE: Hi, Oscar.
Steve!
How are you?
I'm okay now.
It's coming in now.
Hold on a minute!
Here it is.
Do you remember that fuel chip that NASA
developed for the Interstellar Space Probe?
It costs $30 million...
and it's in a container
of lead and steel.
Yeah, the container
weighs over 4,000 pounds.
4,135 pounds, pal.
It's right here in Washington.
It's in the Barlow Building.
12265 State Avenue.
Where are you?
Near the center of town.
Okay, get going!
I'll contact security!
Right.
(SIREN WAILING)
Easy. Easy now.
Okay, hold. Right there.
Now, easy.
Hold it.
Wait a minute now.
Remember the beams are only
redirected if the alarm is still on.
Easy.
Are you sure everything's all right?
I've got wall-to-wall monitors.
I tell you, nothing's in that room.
What about the container?
Impossible to get to it.
Alarms all over the place.
Alarms can be jumped.
Not these babies.
I think I better call the police.
Don't! You'll foul up our security!
If there's trouble,
one push of a button...
and I got a whole regiment
of Federal troops.
I'm sending my own
security men down anyway.
Okay. Ready?
Hup, hup, hup, hup.
Ready?
Hup!
Hup, hup, hup.
Down.
Five minutes!
Ready?
Hup!
Hup, hup, hup.
Down.
They went through
that door over there.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Hold it, you need my keys.
Hup. Hup.
Hup.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Hands up!
You all right?
You win some, you lose some.
Hold this will you?
Sorry to bother you, gentlemen.
Mr. Mason here insisted on this meeting.
That's right. I had to know
how you worked it.
Well, it was electromagnets
under the floor.
Sorry we had to do that to you.
Well, as long as long as they're
starting the matches over again...
we've had our
vacation in Florida...
who's kickin'?
Shall we go, George?
Sure.
Good luck, champ.
Thanks a lot.
OSCAR: Keep your guard up.
Boris!
What's next?
Arm wrestling.
International Championship.
Would you like to enter?
Oh, no, Boris, that's a little
out of my league...
but thanks for asking.
(END THEME MUSIC)