The Six Million Dollar Man (1974–1978): Season 4, Episode 8 - Vulture of the Andes - full transcript
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(WHISTLING THROUGH AIR)
Falco.
Ah, yes.
Hi, guys!
Hi, how are you?
Okay.
Howdy!
Bravo!
You looked beautiful up there.
Up there?
Well, you look beautiful here, too.
Oh, thank you.
How about a drink?
Okay.
You know, that bump, I thought
you were going to take off again.
Ha, ha, ha, cute.
How was the practice run?
Perfect.
Did you drop them?
Mm-hmm.
All six.
Good, good.
Any trouble?
Why should there be any trouble?
I was just asking a simple question.
Miss Morales, Senor Falco.
I just received a telephone report...
that your sailplane flew over
the electrical power plant.
Oh, now was that the factory with the
tall squiggly things sticking up?
Miss Morales, you were briefed just like
everyone else about the five areas...
that are not to be overflown.
Yes, I'm really, very sorry.
The Air Force would have never given
permission for this sailplane meet if...
Colonel Reynolds, please, Miss Morales
has already said she was sorry.
This is the third such incident
this week, Mr. Falco.
Colonel...
One more such violation and we will be
forced to request that your plane...
be eliminated from this meet.
Very well.
Good day.
Good day.
This meet is a perfect cover!
Before it is over,
there will be 20 more violations.
Colonel Reynolds will give 20 more lectures,
but he will have done his duty.
I'm gonna go check in.
I'll be right back.
Fine.
What a lovely girl, huh, Raul?
Yeah, but what happens
when she finds out...
those weren't listening
devices she dropped, huh?
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.
By that time, the missiles will
be in this country... and in place.
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 all“.
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)
Senor Byron Falco.
The number two man
in a country called San Lorenzo.
I can't say I've followed the politics
of San Lorenzo...
but I've got a feeling
I've seen this face before.
On the sports pages...
Right! He's a race car driver,
isn't he?
Sky diver, balloonist, pilot,
you name it.
He also hits the gossip columns
from time to time, as I remember.
That's how everybody knows him.
He escorts all the eligible
international beauties.
Since when does that
interest the O.S.I.?
Since Senor Falco has become
interested in yet another hobby.
Illegal arms.
Oh? Buying or selling?
Our intelligence report
tells us that he's in this country...
to buy arms in the black market.
Why don't you just have him
picked up and shipped home?
'Cause we have no proof.
Because he has
diplomatic immunity.
Intelligence also tells us
that he's gonna use these arms...
to personally take over his government.
America will be blamed
for furnishing weapons...
and interfering in the
internal politics of San Lorenzo.
You've got it.
What do you want me to do?
A San Lorenzo team has entered
the international sailplane meet...
being held in Furnace Wells
in the California desert.
OSCAR:
Falco heads that team.
And this is Leslie Morales,
their chief pilot.
STEVE:
Well, it's getting interesting, Oscar.
Steve...
I've entered you as one of the pilots
on the United States Team.
OSCAR:
Keep an eye on him.
OSCAR:
I've got a few more details for you, Steve.
STEVE:
Go ahead.
The two men working for Falco
are Raul and Pedro.
They drive a late model blue van,
license plate number 935QPK.
Oscar, stop wasting the
taxpayer's money on such trivia.
OSCAR: Steve.
Are you stuck?
What? Oh.
Hi.
Stuck, yeah, I'm stuck.
I don't mind if you watch.
Some artists mind, but I don't.
Who am I to call myself an artist, right?
No, that's very good.
Oh, I knew you'd say that.
People feel they always have to
praise an artist, you don't have to.
Well, I'm...
No, I'm serious,
that is pretty good.
I can feel the air
holding up that bird.
Well, that's very nice.
But I bet you're disappointed.
Why?
Well, you saw some lady
sketching away...
and I bet you thought I was
sketching some desert scape...
with a setting sun and red rocks.
No, actually I thought you
were sketching your van.
No, I sketch birds.
Hi, I'm Leslie Morales.
Steve Austin.
I turned off the road to sketch
that buzzard soaring a thermal.
Obviously I turned too far.
Well, maybe I can help get you out.
No way.
Some guy in a pick-up truck just tried.
His tow rope broke.
Well, you never know what a little
mesquite will do under the wheels.
Why don't you help me gather up
some and we'll see what we can do.
What?
Well, you do want
to get out, don't you?
Yes, sir.
(METAL CREAKING)
(WHIRRING)
That's good.
You get in and start her up
and I'll push, okay?
This isn't going to work.
You might as well face it.
Okay, put it in gear and step on it!
(ENGINE STARTS)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
That's amazing.
How did you do that?
All it takes is a little elbow grease.
STEVE:
Which way you headed?
Furnace Wells.
I'm flying in a sailplane meet.
Well, that's great,
that's where I'm going.
Are you entered?
Oh, no, just a spectator.
You couldn't get me
up in one of those things.
Well, look me up...
in case you get stuck again.
I sure will.
Thanks.
Hey there!
Well, if it isn't the bird lady.
I thought you were just a spectator.
Lam.
Then what are you
doing up in a sailplane?
Is that what this is?
I was ready to report
the theft of my engine.
STEVE: See if you
can stay with me.
LESLIE: Okay, you're on!
Well, you fly them even
better than you draw them.
Thanks.
And for a spectator,
you didn't do badly.
Thank you.
That was beautiful country
we were flying over.
Oh, it sure is.
You competing for San Lorenzo?
Greatest little country
south of your border.
That's funny, you no accent.
Well, I was four years
in San Diego State.
That's a beautiful plane
you're flying, too.
And that's why we're
going to win this meet.
She flies like a condor.
We're bird people,
born in the high Andes.
Well, I see San Lorenzo is right
up to date on instruments.
Altimeter, barometer, barograph...
a turn-point camera.
What's that for?
To shoot down the competition?
No, that is standard equipment
for a survival kit.
A survival kit for a practice run?
Oh, yes... water, rations,
knife and a gun.
That's just in case the air stills
and the thermals cool.
See, if that happens, you're forced
to land like a wounded bird.
Ah.
Excuse me, I think I'll shoot
some more landings.
Oh, sorry.
Oh, here.
Thanks.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
It's okay.
Thank you.
Well, have a good flight.
Thanks.
(BIONIC EYE SOUND EFFECT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(DAMAGED BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(DAMAGED BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Steve, are you all right?
Oh, I'm fine.
Thanks, I hope I didn't
cause you any trouble.
Oh, that's okay, son.
You're lucky I was working
here in California this week.
Well, it doesn't matter.
A mechanic who services my car
could've probably handled the case.
(CHUCKLES)
What were you doing anyway?
I thought I'd try a little
pure free flight, you know?
Just arms.
And so I got this
airplane to tow me up.
Yeah, yeah.
You treat the arm like it was
nothing but a piece of machinery.
Well, that's not true, Rudy,
I treat it very well.
I get the oil changed
every thousand miles.
Okay... make a fist.
(WEAK BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Make a fist.
I'm trying.
We've got a lot of work to do.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes.
Rudy, how is he?
Oh, Oscar, he's short circuited.
What?
He's in a mess.
How long?
Hard to tell.
Well, what? An hour,
two hours, ten hours?
Are you kidding?
This is an intricate job.
How long, Rudy?
More like 48 hours.
He's on a case, Rudy!
He's off the case.
Get someone else.
Sally, is Pete Martin
back from Europe yet?
Yes, sir.
Round him up and bring him in here.
Yes, Mr. Goldman.
Deadly but beautiful.
I hope they're fast.
It does not matter.
I was thinking about interception.
They will not be intercepted.
The United States defense system is rigged
against missiles coming into the country...
from the outside.
Another thing which might work for us,
is that these missiles are terribly outdated.
They are smaller, slower,
they fly lower.
Let us hope the United States...
has forgotten about
a weapon so primitive.
Oh, you better take me to the airport.
Mustn't miss my trip to Washington.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(PHONE BUZZES)
Yes, Sally.
Mr. Falco to see you.
Send him in.
Thank you, my dear.
Mr. Goldman.
OSCAR:
Senor Falco.
You look surprised to see me.
That depends, Senor Falco,
on why you're here.
Well, my purpose is simple.
Planes.
I need ten Phantom jet planes.
Yes, I heard you were
in this country to buy arms.
This is hardly the office to...
Excuse me, Mr. Goldman?
You said buy.
I said nothing about buying.
You will give me the
ten Phantom jets.
And, of course,
you know that I'll refuse.
There must be some
other reason why you're here.
May I sit down?
Of course, excuse me.
Thank you.
Well... to the point.
OSCAR:
Sure.
We have five missiles aimed at
one of the most sensitive installations...
on the West Coast of your country.
I see, and unless
I give you those jets...
Precisely.
Senor Falco, the missile
defense system in this country...
ls useless against
our new weaponry!
A man in my country,
a most eminent scientist...
has developed a sophisticated missile...
beyond anything
possessed by your country.
Oh, yes.
You don't believe me?
Yes, that's possible.
Of course, it is.
Why not?
Scientific genius can flourish
in any country.
Granted.
Are you thinking that
this is a bluff, Mr. Goldman?
It has flickered across my mind,
Senor Falco.
I'm glad...
because, well, I have arranged
a demonstration.
I will call you tomorrow.
And I will send a missile
from across the sea.
I will even tell you what time...
and the place.
And you will still be unable to prevent it.
Well, what do you think?
Here's the latest intelligence
reports on San Lorenzo.
The entire missile armament consists of
two dozen short range missiles...
using liquid fuel and not much larger or
more sophisticated than our own Falcon.
Maybe they have developed
a more accurate system.
I don't think so,
but we can't take any chances.
Pete, I've arranged for your cover.
You got your credentials.
Get out there on the double.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
I would say this is the ideal spot.
We certainly can not get any closer.
Yes, but that's also the section the
Air Force has forbidden us to overfly.
Look, they're protected by radar.
Leslie, you can fly in there low,
under the radar.
But they're also protected
by sound and heat sensors.
Yes, but they can not
detect a sailplane.
Now listen, I want you to
fly over the hills.
Right there, drop the device
in that deserted ravine.
Why drop a listening device
in a deserted ravine?
FALCO: That is a good
question, eh, Raul?
Because it is... a decoy.
Sends out very strong signals.
And if they should suspect that
we are doing something wrong...
this one will lead them away
from the real listening devices.
Will you trust me?
Well, I don't know, I mean...
Please believe in me!
Come on.
I must go.
PETE: Come on,
why so glum, chums?
Come on, let's see some smiles!
Look at me and smile!
Oh, yeah.
Honey, make believe this phone is ringing.
Some marvelous news on the phone.
I don't know what it is.
Terrific, money or something.
Yeah? Look up.
Oh, that's nice.
That's sweet.
Look again.
Yeah!
Okay, now just sort of look away,
all right?
Yeah, oh, that's great!
Okay, now.
Hey... dynamite!
Hey, that ought to cover
and sell a lot of magazines.
Excuse me, miss?
I represent Wing Magazine?
I'm gonna make you a star.
You know you're a very attractive lady?
I tell you what, could you wear
something else asides from this?
Maybe something to show
a little more leg... or maybe two.
Or maybe a wing?
Hold it just a second.
I got a great shot right there.
The tail in the back,
you in the front.
How about a smile?
Huh? Teeth, huh?
Let me see some teeth!
Oh, that's lovely.
Could you hold this?
That's it.
I need this for the interior section.
Oh, that's pretty.
That's terrific.
Here, will you take your camera?
Here, how's this?
What?
That's glamorous.
Would you move away, please?
I'm really ready for launch.
I really appreciate that.
Have a nice flight.
You're a lovely lady.
Dynamite!
Thank you!
Have a good flight!
Bye-bye now!
(CLICKS ON)
(DEVICE BEEPING)
(STATIC)
Are you ready for the demonstration,
Mr. Goldman?
Senor Falco, I suggest
we arrange another meeting.
And I suggest that you listen,
Mr. Goldman.
Are you familiar with the Monroe
Development Corporation?
Of course, I am.
Well, then you must also be aware that
they are protected by the Air Force...
completely patrolled and fenced, outfitted
with radar, heat sensors, sound sensors...
and even a McNamara Line...
which is used to detect movement
of people and/or animals.
If you say so, Senor Falco.
I say so, Mr. Goldman.
At precisely 0800 hours...
I will fire a missile.
It will be directed toward the
southwest corner of the installation...
a deserted ravine there.
I hope you understand,
I do not wish to harm any people...
at this time.
You're a very considerate terrorist,
Senor Falco.
0800 hours, Mr. Goldman.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Yeah, it's good as new.
It's better.
Rudy just this minute
finished checking me out.
Good.
Steve, you're gonna have
to leave immediately...
for the Monroe Development
Testing Center.
What's up?
Falco's gonna send in a missile
at 8:00 tomorrow morning.
You believe he can do it?
No, I don't think
he's bluffing this time...
but they might have
mined the target.
You better get in there
and check it out.
What's the target?
At a ravine, one mile southwest
of the main plant.
Well, I'll be there.
Thanks, Rudy.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Colonel Austin,
real pleasure, sir.
That doesn't look too easy
to get down there from here.
With the security here,
no one could get to this place.
Well, how's Falco gonna do it?
(BIONIC EYE SOUND EFFECT)
I've just had a wild hunch.
We start countdown.
Nine, eight, seven...
six, five, four...
three, two, one.
Here it comes.
Get down!
Very impressive.
It's a low temperature target.
Only the most sophisticated pre-set
missile with its electronic brain...
can zero in like that.
I'm going down to have a look,
see if my hunch was right.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Well, my hunch was right.
That's a piece of missile
similar to our old Firebird.
PETE:
That's 25-years old.
Yeah, the only way
it can be controlled accurately...
is to plant a homing device
for the missile to zero in on.
So Falco's story about a sophisticated
missile is just a smoke screen.
But how did they plant
the homing device here?
I mean, how'd they get it by
all the security this base has?
Have you been keeping
Leslie under surveillance?
Yeah.
Yesterday I followed her
on a practice flight.
I lost her, but...
when I last had a reading
she was headed for this area.
She could have flown in low,
under the radar.
The heat sensors
don't pick up sailplanes.
And if anybody saw her, she could have
been just a contestant blown off course.
Now she had an object in her purse that
could have easily been a homing device.
You drop me off in town
and I'll meet you at the airport later.
Come on.
How's your arm, is it all right?
Well, don't you want to
hear the news?
The missile came in right on target,
right on time.
So, Falco wasn't bluffing.
Well, in a way he was.
SALLY: Mr. Falco on two.
Steve, I'll hook you in.
Falco's on the line.
Yes, Senor Falco.
Are you satisfied, Mr. Goldman?
Ten planes.
I want my order filled in
by tomorrow morning.
I'm afraid that's impossible.
I happen to know there are six Phantom
jet planes at El Toro Marine Air Base...
and four more at Edwards...
and all ten are ready for shipment.
No deal.
By 9:00 AM tomorrow morning,
Mr. Goldman...
after that
we must launch our missiles!
Steve, did you hear that?
Yeah.
He doesn't give us much time
to find his missile base.
And if those missiles are
that sophisticated and long range...
But they're not.
They're primitive.
Guided by a homing device.
Primitive?
Well, how did they
get by our warning systems?
Well, they probably didn't.
I got the feeling the missile base
is inside the country.
And it would have to be close
for the homing device to be effective.
All right, now listen to me, pal.
Find it!
I know the Secretary won't
authorize the jet shipment.
All right.
I just talked to Oscar.
The homing device must
have been already placed.
Falco has threatened to launch
his missiles in the morning.
Where's Leslie?
She just drove off.
If you didn't pass her,
she must have taken the back road.
We've got to find her.
She's the key to the whole thing.
P.A.:
Colonel Austin, ready for launch.
I thought the contest didn't start
until tomorrow.
It's your final practice run.
Good! I can spot her
quicker from the air.
You drive east out the back road.
I'll fly west.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(METAL CREAKING)
Steve!
What are you doing here?
What... what are you doing?
Any more homing devices
or are they all set?
What homing devices?
We had your sailplane followed,
Miss Morales.
Right into Monroe Test Center,
where you dropped the last one.
Who are you?
I work for the government.
Government?
That's right.
Well, all right,
I admit I did it...
but they were listening devices...
for industrial espionage only.
To help save the economy
of San Lorenzo.
Miss Morales...
Steve, is it really such a crime?
Our country is so poor.
Children go to bed
without enough to eat.
Wait a minute.
You don't know that Falco has threatened
to blow up one of our power plants...
unless we furnish him military jets?
Jets? What would he
need a jet for?
To help him with
the takeover of San Lorenzo.
(SCOFFS)
I just can't believe any of this!
All right, maybe you
don't know what's going on.
But did you overhear anything that
might tell us where the missiles are?
Missiles? What missiles?
There are no missiles.
We have a listening base
in the desert.
Did you really think
I would tell you anything?
FALCO: I'm very disappointed
with you, Mr. Goldman.
I thought we had made
a deal in good faith.
But instead
you have sent an agent.
Falco, listen to me...
So now it is,
as you would call it...
a brand-new ball game.
You will begin by transporting
my jets immediately!
Immediately?
In exactly 15 minutes, a missile
will hit your main power plant.
And another missile
every half hour...
unless I get word that
my shipment is on the way!
Senor Falco!
You have the number
of my mobile phone.
Call me when you have evidence
that my planes are on their way.
Well, my dear, shall we go?
Mmm-hm.
Thank you.
Here, you said you liked this.
Now you can envy
the freedom of the birds.
Come, time is running.
Gentlemen.
Take care of our uninvited guest.
GUARD ♪1:
Certainly.
Love joy Butte.
What'd you say?
I said I think you guys
must be amateurs.
A boy scout could tie
a knot better than that.
We can take care
of that easy enough.
Must have been rotten.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Come on, let's go!
We start countdown.
If Mr. Goldman does not call me...
we will fire missile number one.
Leslie?
Leslie?
What are you doing up there?
Enjoying the desert.
All right.
15,14,13...
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
FALCO:
12,11...
Ten, nine, eight...
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Moving target!
Continue countdown!
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Fire one!
Agh! Raul!
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BOMB WHISTLES)
Thanks for the warning.
I can't believe what you just did.
I used to throw the javelin,
it's a trick of leverage.
I guess you understood
my drawing all right, huh?
I must say it was quite clever.
Now do you believe I didn't
know what they were doing?
Yes, I do.
And if you'll show us the locations of
the other homing devices you dropped...
I think my government might.
Sure.
(PHONE BUZZES)
This is Pedro.
Pedro?
May I speak with Senor Falco,
please?
Sorry, Oscar, but Falco can't
come to the phone right now.
Steve! What's going on?
It's a long story, I'll explain later.
Right now I gotta use this line
to call the local police.
We'll work it out.
(POP MUSIC)
You'd be pretty tough to beat.
But with you out of the meet...
somehow it just won't
seem like a victory.
Are you sure you can't stay?
No, I have to meet with the
Justice Department.
See if I can convince them to go
easy on a pretty bird watcher.
I thank you for that and for
getting me permission to compete.
Well...
(VULTURE SHRIEKS)
Well, you know, I don't think you're
gonna win that championship anyway.
Oh.
Why? Who have you seen around here
that can beat me?
Him.
I guess you're right.
But in that class,
it's no disgrace to come in second.
(END THEME MUSIC)
(WHISTLING THROUGH AIR)
Falco.
Ah, yes.
Hi, guys!
Hi, how are you?
Okay.
Howdy!
Bravo!
You looked beautiful up there.
Up there?
Well, you look beautiful here, too.
Oh, thank you.
How about a drink?
Okay.
You know, that bump, I thought
you were going to take off again.
Ha, ha, ha, cute.
How was the practice run?
Perfect.
Did you drop them?
Mm-hmm.
All six.
Good, good.
Any trouble?
Why should there be any trouble?
I was just asking a simple question.
Miss Morales, Senor Falco.
I just received a telephone report...
that your sailplane flew over
the electrical power plant.
Oh, now was that the factory with the
tall squiggly things sticking up?
Miss Morales, you were briefed just like
everyone else about the five areas...
that are not to be overflown.
Yes, I'm really, very sorry.
The Air Force would have never given
permission for this sailplane meet if...
Colonel Reynolds, please, Miss Morales
has already said she was sorry.
This is the third such incident
this week, Mr. Falco.
Colonel...
One more such violation and we will be
forced to request that your plane...
be eliminated from this meet.
Very well.
Good day.
Good day.
This meet is a perfect cover!
Before it is over,
there will be 20 more violations.
Colonel Reynolds will give 20 more lectures,
but he will have done his duty.
I'm gonna go check in.
I'll be right back.
Fine.
What a lovely girl, huh, Raul?
Yeah, but what happens
when she finds out...
those weren't listening
devices she dropped, huh?
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.
By that time, the missiles will
be in this country... and in place.
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 all“.
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)
Senor Byron Falco.
The number two man
in a country called San Lorenzo.
I can't say I've followed the politics
of San Lorenzo...
but I've got a feeling
I've seen this face before.
On the sports pages...
Right! He's a race car driver,
isn't he?
Sky diver, balloonist, pilot,
you name it.
He also hits the gossip columns
from time to time, as I remember.
That's how everybody knows him.
He escorts all the eligible
international beauties.
Since when does that
interest the O.S.I.?
Since Senor Falco has become
interested in yet another hobby.
Illegal arms.
Oh? Buying or selling?
Our intelligence report
tells us that he's in this country...
to buy arms in the black market.
Why don't you just have him
picked up and shipped home?
'Cause we have no proof.
Because he has
diplomatic immunity.
Intelligence also tells us
that he's gonna use these arms...
to personally take over his government.
America will be blamed
for furnishing weapons...
and interfering in the
internal politics of San Lorenzo.
You've got it.
What do you want me to do?
A San Lorenzo team has entered
the international sailplane meet...
being held in Furnace Wells
in the California desert.
OSCAR:
Falco heads that team.
And this is Leslie Morales,
their chief pilot.
STEVE:
Well, it's getting interesting, Oscar.
Steve...
I've entered you as one of the pilots
on the United States Team.
OSCAR:
Keep an eye on him.
OSCAR:
I've got a few more details for you, Steve.
STEVE:
Go ahead.
The two men working for Falco
are Raul and Pedro.
They drive a late model blue van,
license plate number 935QPK.
Oscar, stop wasting the
taxpayer's money on such trivia.
OSCAR: Steve.
Are you stuck?
What? Oh.
Hi.
Stuck, yeah, I'm stuck.
I don't mind if you watch.
Some artists mind, but I don't.
Who am I to call myself an artist, right?
No, that's very good.
Oh, I knew you'd say that.
People feel they always have to
praise an artist, you don't have to.
Well, I'm...
No, I'm serious,
that is pretty good.
I can feel the air
holding up that bird.
Well, that's very nice.
But I bet you're disappointed.
Why?
Well, you saw some lady
sketching away...
and I bet you thought I was
sketching some desert scape...
with a setting sun and red rocks.
No, actually I thought you
were sketching your van.
No, I sketch birds.
Hi, I'm Leslie Morales.
Steve Austin.
I turned off the road to sketch
that buzzard soaring a thermal.
Obviously I turned too far.
Well, maybe I can help get you out.
No way.
Some guy in a pick-up truck just tried.
His tow rope broke.
Well, you never know what a little
mesquite will do under the wheels.
Why don't you help me gather up
some and we'll see what we can do.
What?
Well, you do want
to get out, don't you?
Yes, sir.
(METAL CREAKING)
(WHIRRING)
That's good.
You get in and start her up
and I'll push, okay?
This isn't going to work.
You might as well face it.
Okay, put it in gear and step on it!
(ENGINE STARTS)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
That's amazing.
How did you do that?
All it takes is a little elbow grease.
STEVE:
Which way you headed?
Furnace Wells.
I'm flying in a sailplane meet.
Well, that's great,
that's where I'm going.
Are you entered?
Oh, no, just a spectator.
You couldn't get me
up in one of those things.
Well, look me up...
in case you get stuck again.
I sure will.
Thanks.
Hey there!
Well, if it isn't the bird lady.
I thought you were just a spectator.
Lam.
Then what are you
doing up in a sailplane?
Is that what this is?
I was ready to report
the theft of my engine.
STEVE: See if you
can stay with me.
LESLIE: Okay, you're on!
Well, you fly them even
better than you draw them.
Thanks.
And for a spectator,
you didn't do badly.
Thank you.
That was beautiful country
we were flying over.
Oh, it sure is.
You competing for San Lorenzo?
Greatest little country
south of your border.
That's funny, you no accent.
Well, I was four years
in San Diego State.
That's a beautiful plane
you're flying, too.
And that's why we're
going to win this meet.
She flies like a condor.
We're bird people,
born in the high Andes.
Well, I see San Lorenzo is right
up to date on instruments.
Altimeter, barometer, barograph...
a turn-point camera.
What's that for?
To shoot down the competition?
No, that is standard equipment
for a survival kit.
A survival kit for a practice run?
Oh, yes... water, rations,
knife and a gun.
That's just in case the air stills
and the thermals cool.
See, if that happens, you're forced
to land like a wounded bird.
Ah.
Excuse me, I think I'll shoot
some more landings.
Oh, sorry.
Oh, here.
Thanks.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
It's okay.
Thank you.
Well, have a good flight.
Thanks.
(BIONIC EYE SOUND EFFECT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(DAMAGED BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(DAMAGED BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Steve, are you all right?
Oh, I'm fine.
Thanks, I hope I didn't
cause you any trouble.
Oh, that's okay, son.
You're lucky I was working
here in California this week.
Well, it doesn't matter.
A mechanic who services my car
could've probably handled the case.
(CHUCKLES)
What were you doing anyway?
I thought I'd try a little
pure free flight, you know?
Just arms.
And so I got this
airplane to tow me up.
Yeah, yeah.
You treat the arm like it was
nothing but a piece of machinery.
Well, that's not true, Rudy,
I treat it very well.
I get the oil changed
every thousand miles.
Okay... make a fist.
(WEAK BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Make a fist.
I'm trying.
We've got a lot of work to do.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes.
Rudy, how is he?
Oh, Oscar, he's short circuited.
What?
He's in a mess.
How long?
Hard to tell.
Well, what? An hour,
two hours, ten hours?
Are you kidding?
This is an intricate job.
How long, Rudy?
More like 48 hours.
He's on a case, Rudy!
He's off the case.
Get someone else.
Sally, is Pete Martin
back from Europe yet?
Yes, sir.
Round him up and bring him in here.
Yes, Mr. Goldman.
Deadly but beautiful.
I hope they're fast.
It does not matter.
I was thinking about interception.
They will not be intercepted.
The United States defense system is rigged
against missiles coming into the country...
from the outside.
Another thing which might work for us,
is that these missiles are terribly outdated.
They are smaller, slower,
they fly lower.
Let us hope the United States...
has forgotten about
a weapon so primitive.
Oh, you better take me to the airport.
Mustn't miss my trip to Washington.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(PHONE BUZZES)
Yes, Sally.
Mr. Falco to see you.
Send him in.
Thank you, my dear.
Mr. Goldman.
OSCAR:
Senor Falco.
You look surprised to see me.
That depends, Senor Falco,
on why you're here.
Well, my purpose is simple.
Planes.
I need ten Phantom jet planes.
Yes, I heard you were
in this country to buy arms.
This is hardly the office to...
Excuse me, Mr. Goldman?
You said buy.
I said nothing about buying.
You will give me the
ten Phantom jets.
And, of course,
you know that I'll refuse.
There must be some
other reason why you're here.
May I sit down?
Of course, excuse me.
Thank you.
Well... to the point.
OSCAR:
Sure.
We have five missiles aimed at
one of the most sensitive installations...
on the West Coast of your country.
I see, and unless
I give you those jets...
Precisely.
Senor Falco, the missile
defense system in this country...
ls useless against
our new weaponry!
A man in my country,
a most eminent scientist...
has developed a sophisticated missile...
beyond anything
possessed by your country.
Oh, yes.
You don't believe me?
Yes, that's possible.
Of course, it is.
Why not?
Scientific genius can flourish
in any country.
Granted.
Are you thinking that
this is a bluff, Mr. Goldman?
It has flickered across my mind,
Senor Falco.
I'm glad...
because, well, I have arranged
a demonstration.
I will call you tomorrow.
And I will send a missile
from across the sea.
I will even tell you what time...
and the place.
And you will still be unable to prevent it.
Well, what do you think?
Here's the latest intelligence
reports on San Lorenzo.
The entire missile armament consists of
two dozen short range missiles...
using liquid fuel and not much larger or
more sophisticated than our own Falcon.
Maybe they have developed
a more accurate system.
I don't think so,
but we can't take any chances.
Pete, I've arranged for your cover.
You got your credentials.
Get out there on the double.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
I would say this is the ideal spot.
We certainly can not get any closer.
Yes, but that's also the section the
Air Force has forbidden us to overfly.
Look, they're protected by radar.
Leslie, you can fly in there low,
under the radar.
But they're also protected
by sound and heat sensors.
Yes, but they can not
detect a sailplane.
Now listen, I want you to
fly over the hills.
Right there, drop the device
in that deserted ravine.
Why drop a listening device
in a deserted ravine?
FALCO: That is a good
question, eh, Raul?
Because it is... a decoy.
Sends out very strong signals.
And if they should suspect that
we are doing something wrong...
this one will lead them away
from the real listening devices.
Will you trust me?
Well, I don't know, I mean...
Please believe in me!
Come on.
I must go.
PETE: Come on,
why so glum, chums?
Come on, let's see some smiles!
Look at me and smile!
Oh, yeah.
Honey, make believe this phone is ringing.
Some marvelous news on the phone.
I don't know what it is.
Terrific, money or something.
Yeah? Look up.
Oh, that's nice.
That's sweet.
Look again.
Yeah!
Okay, now just sort of look away,
all right?
Yeah, oh, that's great!
Okay, now.
Hey... dynamite!
Hey, that ought to cover
and sell a lot of magazines.
Excuse me, miss?
I represent Wing Magazine?
I'm gonna make you a star.
You know you're a very attractive lady?
I tell you what, could you wear
something else asides from this?
Maybe something to show
a little more leg... or maybe two.
Or maybe a wing?
Hold it just a second.
I got a great shot right there.
The tail in the back,
you in the front.
How about a smile?
Huh? Teeth, huh?
Let me see some teeth!
Oh, that's lovely.
Could you hold this?
That's it.
I need this for the interior section.
Oh, that's pretty.
That's terrific.
Here, will you take your camera?
Here, how's this?
What?
That's glamorous.
Would you move away, please?
I'm really ready for launch.
I really appreciate that.
Have a nice flight.
You're a lovely lady.
Dynamite!
Thank you!
Have a good flight!
Bye-bye now!
(CLICKS ON)
(DEVICE BEEPING)
(STATIC)
Are you ready for the demonstration,
Mr. Goldman?
Senor Falco, I suggest
we arrange another meeting.
And I suggest that you listen,
Mr. Goldman.
Are you familiar with the Monroe
Development Corporation?
Of course, I am.
Well, then you must also be aware that
they are protected by the Air Force...
completely patrolled and fenced, outfitted
with radar, heat sensors, sound sensors...
and even a McNamara Line...
which is used to detect movement
of people and/or animals.
If you say so, Senor Falco.
I say so, Mr. Goldman.
At precisely 0800 hours...
I will fire a missile.
It will be directed toward the
southwest corner of the installation...
a deserted ravine there.
I hope you understand,
I do not wish to harm any people...
at this time.
You're a very considerate terrorist,
Senor Falco.
0800 hours, Mr. Goldman.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Yeah, it's good as new.
It's better.
Rudy just this minute
finished checking me out.
Good.
Steve, you're gonna have
to leave immediately...
for the Monroe Development
Testing Center.
What's up?
Falco's gonna send in a missile
at 8:00 tomorrow morning.
You believe he can do it?
No, I don't think
he's bluffing this time...
but they might have
mined the target.
You better get in there
and check it out.
What's the target?
At a ravine, one mile southwest
of the main plant.
Well, I'll be there.
Thanks, Rudy.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Colonel Austin,
real pleasure, sir.
That doesn't look too easy
to get down there from here.
With the security here,
no one could get to this place.
Well, how's Falco gonna do it?
(BIONIC EYE SOUND EFFECT)
I've just had a wild hunch.
We start countdown.
Nine, eight, seven...
six, five, four...
three, two, one.
Here it comes.
Get down!
Very impressive.
It's a low temperature target.
Only the most sophisticated pre-set
missile with its electronic brain...
can zero in like that.
I'm going down to have a look,
see if my hunch was right.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Well, my hunch was right.
That's a piece of missile
similar to our old Firebird.
PETE:
That's 25-years old.
Yeah, the only way
it can be controlled accurately...
is to plant a homing device
for the missile to zero in on.
So Falco's story about a sophisticated
missile is just a smoke screen.
But how did they plant
the homing device here?
I mean, how'd they get it by
all the security this base has?
Have you been keeping
Leslie under surveillance?
Yeah.
Yesterday I followed her
on a practice flight.
I lost her, but...
when I last had a reading
she was headed for this area.
She could have flown in low,
under the radar.
The heat sensors
don't pick up sailplanes.
And if anybody saw her, she could have
been just a contestant blown off course.
Now she had an object in her purse that
could have easily been a homing device.
You drop me off in town
and I'll meet you at the airport later.
Come on.
How's your arm, is it all right?
Well, don't you want to
hear the news?
The missile came in right on target,
right on time.
So, Falco wasn't bluffing.
Well, in a way he was.
SALLY: Mr. Falco on two.
Steve, I'll hook you in.
Falco's on the line.
Yes, Senor Falco.
Are you satisfied, Mr. Goldman?
Ten planes.
I want my order filled in
by tomorrow morning.
I'm afraid that's impossible.
I happen to know there are six Phantom
jet planes at El Toro Marine Air Base...
and four more at Edwards...
and all ten are ready for shipment.
No deal.
By 9:00 AM tomorrow morning,
Mr. Goldman...
after that
we must launch our missiles!
Steve, did you hear that?
Yeah.
He doesn't give us much time
to find his missile base.
And if those missiles are
that sophisticated and long range...
But they're not.
They're primitive.
Guided by a homing device.
Primitive?
Well, how did they
get by our warning systems?
Well, they probably didn't.
I got the feeling the missile base
is inside the country.
And it would have to be close
for the homing device to be effective.
All right, now listen to me, pal.
Find it!
I know the Secretary won't
authorize the jet shipment.
All right.
I just talked to Oscar.
The homing device must
have been already placed.
Falco has threatened to launch
his missiles in the morning.
Where's Leslie?
She just drove off.
If you didn't pass her,
she must have taken the back road.
We've got to find her.
She's the key to the whole thing.
P.A.:
Colonel Austin, ready for launch.
I thought the contest didn't start
until tomorrow.
It's your final practice run.
Good! I can spot her
quicker from the air.
You drive east out the back road.
I'll fly west.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(METAL CREAKING)
Steve!
What are you doing here?
What... what are you doing?
Any more homing devices
or are they all set?
What homing devices?
We had your sailplane followed,
Miss Morales.
Right into Monroe Test Center,
where you dropped the last one.
Who are you?
I work for the government.
Government?
That's right.
Well, all right,
I admit I did it...
but they were listening devices...
for industrial espionage only.
To help save the economy
of San Lorenzo.
Miss Morales...
Steve, is it really such a crime?
Our country is so poor.
Children go to bed
without enough to eat.
Wait a minute.
You don't know that Falco has threatened
to blow up one of our power plants...
unless we furnish him military jets?
Jets? What would he
need a jet for?
To help him with
the takeover of San Lorenzo.
(SCOFFS)
I just can't believe any of this!
All right, maybe you
don't know what's going on.
But did you overhear anything that
might tell us where the missiles are?
Missiles? What missiles?
There are no missiles.
We have a listening base
in the desert.
Did you really think
I would tell you anything?
FALCO: I'm very disappointed
with you, Mr. Goldman.
I thought we had made
a deal in good faith.
But instead
you have sent an agent.
Falco, listen to me...
So now it is,
as you would call it...
a brand-new ball game.
You will begin by transporting
my jets immediately!
Immediately?
In exactly 15 minutes, a missile
will hit your main power plant.
And another missile
every half hour...
unless I get word that
my shipment is on the way!
Senor Falco!
You have the number
of my mobile phone.
Call me when you have evidence
that my planes are on their way.
Well, my dear, shall we go?
Mmm-hm.
Thank you.
Here, you said you liked this.
Now you can envy
the freedom of the birds.
Come, time is running.
Gentlemen.
Take care of our uninvited guest.
GUARD ♪1:
Certainly.
Love joy Butte.
What'd you say?
I said I think you guys
must be amateurs.
A boy scout could tie
a knot better than that.
We can take care
of that easy enough.
Must have been rotten.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Come on, let's go!
We start countdown.
If Mr. Goldman does not call me...
we will fire missile number one.
Leslie?
Leslie?
What are you doing up there?
Enjoying the desert.
All right.
15,14,13...
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
FALCO:
12,11...
Ten, nine, eight...
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Moving target!
Continue countdown!
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
Fire one!
Agh! Raul!
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BOMB WHISTLES)
Thanks for the warning.
I can't believe what you just did.
I used to throw the javelin,
it's a trick of leverage.
I guess you understood
my drawing all right, huh?
I must say it was quite clever.
Now do you believe I didn't
know what they were doing?
Yes, I do.
And if you'll show us the locations of
the other homing devices you dropped...
I think my government might.
Sure.
(PHONE BUZZES)
This is Pedro.
Pedro?
May I speak with Senor Falco,
please?
Sorry, Oscar, but Falco can't
come to the phone right now.
Steve! What's going on?
It's a long story, I'll explain later.
Right now I gotta use this line
to call the local police.
We'll work it out.
(POP MUSIC)
You'd be pretty tough to beat.
But with you out of the meet...
somehow it just won't
seem like a victory.
Are you sure you can't stay?
No, I have to meet with the
Justice Department.
See if I can convince them to go
easy on a pretty bird watcher.
I thank you for that and for
getting me permission to compete.
Well...
(VULTURE SHRIEKS)
Well, you know, I don't think you're
gonna win that championship anyway.
Oh.
Why? Who have you seen around here
that can beat me?
Him.
I guess you're right.
But in that class,
it's no disgrace to come in second.
(END THEME MUSIC)