The Six Million Dollar Man (1974–1978): Season 5, Episode 1 - Sharks - full transcript
Steve Austin is aboard a sabotaged nuclear submarine when a court-martialed admiral and his daughter use sharks - trained and controlled by technology - to attempt to steal the sub.
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)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
It's got all the latest
electronics on board, Oscar...
sonar scrambling,
sub-surface communication...
echo location, so on...
along with the missile
and torpedo aiming devices...
which the O.S.I. won't require since
the ship will be completely unarmed.
OSCAR: Steve.
Captain Bob Welbeck,
Colonel Steve Austin.
Nice to meet you.
Welcome aboard.
Thank you, Captain.
(WHISTLE)
Uh, that would be
Admiral Prescott, I believe.
Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me.
Okay, Oscar, I've had the grand tour.
Now why am I here?
The Stingray was
de-commissioned by the Navy...
assigned to the O.S.I.
By the Pentagon.
This is supposed to be
a Shakedown cruise...
with Admiral Prescott checking us out
from above on a tender.
It's much more than that.
But why do you need me
on a nuclear sub?
The first unit of our electronic
deep sea distant warning system...
was installed for testing last month.
It's suddenly stopped sending.
Any reason why?
We're not sure.
It could be sabotage.
We'll try an under sea repair...
but if that doesn't work,
I can't risk leaving it there.
So you want me to bring it up, huh?
It's either that
or a big operation...
with divers, barges and
all kinds of equipment...
that would attract the attention of foreign
vessels within a fifty mile radius.
Oscar!
Admiral Prescott, I believe you
remember Colonel Steve Austin.
Of course.
Admiral.
Haven't seen you since Sealab.
I know you'll find the Stingray
more comfortable.
I'm sure I will.
Thank you, sir.
Well, Oscar, if you're ready,
we'll go aboard the tender.
Stingray should be loaded
and underway in a few minutes.
If any of those cans are dented...
Sorry, Chief. It was an accident.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(STEADY BEEP)
Hey, Cane,
what're you doing under there?
Get 'em all, Chief.
Come on. Get crackin'.
We gotta get off this ship.
(STEADY BEEP)
Message from Stingray, sir.
She's preparing to dive.
Thank you.
Let's go below.
Dive the boat. Take her down
to 200 feet and hold.
Aye, sir.
Dive. Dive.
10 degrees down bubble.
Flooding one and three from the sea.
80 feet.
90 feet.
100 feet.
Sonar report.
Sandy bottom 150 below.
No forward obstructions.
Bob.
Have you got a problem, Steve?
I'm picking up some stray
output on this channel. See that?
CAPTAIN: You got any
idea what's causing it?
I don't know.
If we weren't alone down here,
I'd say this was recording...
some low-frequency
communications.
I want it checked out
just to be on the safe side.
(STEADY BEEP)
WOMAN: 130 feet.
140 feet.
No change in speed or angle.
MAN: Come to me, Stingray!
Oh, she's beautiful, isn't she?
Just like she's answering
the command you gave her, Dad.
She is.
She had to come to repair
the warning system.
Captain, the men are in wet suits.
They're ready to enter the air lock
whenever you say the word.
Put a hold on 'em, Parker.
Now we're gonna get ourselves
a marvelous submarine.
175 feet.
Reducing speed.
WOMAN: 180 feet.
185 feet.
Trimming out.
Now!
(LOUD ALARM)
No rudder response, Captain.
The trim control's gone, sir!
We're settling fast!
Blow the tanks emergency.
Power's gone, sir.
Sonar?
We've got about 60 feet under us.
There's a sandy bottom
dropping ahead...
and there's some sort of
rock formation to the right.
The Stingray's in trouble.
How long have you been
getting these readings?
30 seconds ago.
I reported to the bridge
as soon as they started.
Stop engines.
If she hits the rocks,
it could tear a hole in her side.
We're in a lateral current.
It's pushing us broadside
right into the rocks.
This is the captain.
All hands
man your emergency stations.
Stand by for a jolt.
55... 50...
45... 40...
35... 30...
25... 20...
Ten... five...
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Hang on. I'll get it off of you!
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
You okay?
I think so.
Hit the emergency lights.
CAPTAIN: Send up an
emergency marker buoy!
(HIGH-PITCH TONE)
Colonel Austin.
Steve? Oscar.
Are you all right?
I don't think anybody's hurt,
but the ship's dead down here.
Put the Captain on.
Right.
Admiral Prescott here.
Captain Welbeck, sir.
I don't know what caused it,
but we're taking on some water.
A number of systems are out.
No sir, I can't give you
a damage report yet...
but I think we should
get the crew topside...
and then get back here
with a repair party of divers.
Right. I'll go with your-judgment.
Right, sir.
All hands. All hands. This is the Captain.
Prepare to abandon ship.
(EMERGENCY TONE)
Compressed air is being vented.
I hear something
banging against metal.
Could they be trapped in there?
Parker, I wanted that submarine
taken over undamaged...
and the crew to escape unharmed.
You were supposed to survey
the rocks and the currents...
and find a soft bottom
for the Stingray.
I do hope your incompetence has not
endangered the crew or the ship.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
They're all out.
Shall I put our men aboard
to begin repairs, sir?
A damage survey party
will be sent down.
We don't make a move until they're
convinced the Stingray is off limits.
Yes, sir.
Cynthia, you know what to do.
Right.
It just doesn't make sense.
The Stingray was in top condition
when the Navy turned it over to the O.S.I.
And then we double checked.
Now what happened?
It was sudden.
First one system, then the other.
There was the line
on the oscilloscope.
Then I remember seeing
a piece of conduit floating in the bilge.
There's no way that could have
been there without being blown out.
Did you hear an explosion,
see any other evidence?
No.
We'll get some answers when
the survey crew comes back.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
STEVE: Sharks!
Send out the work party to the sub.
We got down to about 100 feet,
then the sharks came at us.
I counted at least four of them.
I don't care where you have to pull strings...
just get that bathysphere
out here on the double.
We still don't know any more
than we did before.
Look, I'm sorry, sir, but it was
impossible to get any closer to the sub.
They were all over us.
DIVER: Frankly, I think it's a miracle
we got out of there without any injuries.
Thank you for the try, Lieutenant.
The bathysphere is on it's way.
How long, Admiral?
At best, three hours.
That may be too late.
By then the sub could
be completely flooded.
Is there a shark cage on board?
Yes, sir.
Steve, it's too dangerous for you
to go down there even with the cage.
I wanna know what caused that
interference on the scope in the Stingray.
It looked like transmission feed...
someone sending or receiving
a signal on my bank of circuits.
Do you think it might be related
to that piece of blown-out conduit?
Well, it could be.
But we hit trouble before
I could check on it.
Oscar, I just don't like the coincidence.
Something's going on down there
that maybe we haven't figured on.
I think I better get back
into that sub now.
Stingray to Command.
The water's almost all gone.
The main hatch is secured.
Damage to rudder
and diving control?
The lines should be
repaired in a half-hour.
Good. Stand by.
Roger.
Dad, there's a small metal object
descending, passing 110 feet.
Just over the sub.
Switch on the
sonar-scrambling generator.
Will do.
Get rid of it.
(LOUD CLANG)
(LOUD CLANG)
STEVE: Hold it, I'm surrounded by sharks.
The cage is taking quite a beating.
Pull the winch.
(LOUD SNAP)
Steve?
Steve! Can you hear me?
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(WINCH HUMS)
Tell Sonar I wanna know
where that cage is.
Hold it!
He won't be any problem,
Miss Grayland.
I'm sorry.
I hoped we'd be gone before anyone
realized what we were doing here.
You may make the Guinness Book of
Records, first hijack of a nuclear sub.
Arrangements will be made for you
to be rescued at the proper time.
When are you gonna be
finished here?
The lines are repaired.
I'll test the engines.
It'll be just a matter of minutes.
We'll be under way.
Then nobody can stop us.
I don't think you'll be
getting under way.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
No man could...
This'll be a little hard to steer.
Satellite to Command.
Go ahead.
There's gonna be a slight
delay in the repair.
Why?
I'll explain. I'm coming back.
In just a minute.
How long would it take you to
rig some kind of steering system?
That could be several hours.
Did you hear that?
Yes.
Make sure the sonar
scrambler is kept on.
Right.
Get one of your men in scuba gear
so we can take him with us.
For him? He's too dangerous!
Do you have a better suggestion, Parker?
You just go back to the cave
and I'll take care of him.
I can guess how.
Now look, we all have too much
at stake in this for you to...
And my father is giving you orders.
You do as you're told.
We can't take any chances
with you, so don't pull anything.
No, I wouldn't wanna irritate the
fellow with the harpoon gun.
Put on your gear.
We're going for a little swim.
All our necks are on the block,
and she's afraid of hurting anybody?
Yeah. Like her old man.
Soft.
That guy that tore out the steering gear
is trouble as long as he's alive down there.
That may not be too much longer.
Let me pick the right moment
when I get back to the cave.
Why can't we make sonar contact?
We had a clear scan earlier
when I made a routine check.
“lamination.
Mm.
The automatic scrambling equipment
aboard the sub was designed to kick in...
if it came under attack.
Something might have set it off.
Something, or someone.
Drop hydrophones.
Cynthia tells me that
you did something...
no man could possibly do
in tearing out that wheel.
I know how you feel.
I don't believe what I saw either.
Your daughter controlling a batch
of man eaters in the open sea.
She's a remarkable girl.
A marine biologist who isn't
limited to conventional thinking.
Something I've been
fighting for years.
Now I tried to convince the Navy that
sharks could be trained, Colonel Austin.
Well, you know who I am.
That puts you one up on me.
A former captain in the
United States Navy Submarines.
Unfortunately not as well known
as the astronaut that cra...
Cynthia.
I held, briefly, a desk-job
at the Pentagon.
I heard rumors about you
after the crash.
I didn't pay much attention.
I thought they were so far fetched.
Yes, Dad?
Go and fetch that highly sensitive
radiation counter and check him out.
I don't understand.
Check out his arms and his legs.
See if there's a radiation reading
above the background level.
(GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING)
It's way above normal.
Yeah.
We are entertaining a bionic man.
The first and
perhaps the only one.
Those rumors I heard
stopped abruptly.
I realize now that there's
somebody put the lid on it.
Top secret, right?
That's your diagnosis.
Nobody's been hurt up until now.
I hope that continues to be the case.
That will depend upon you.
You'll have the entire Navy tracking
you down. How long will you last?
Well, the ocean is large and trackless.
However, suppose the search did turn up
a submarine at a depth of 300 feet.
You think the navy would bomb it?
I don't think so.
It could be a Russian sub.
Could be the start
of World War Three.
Anybody who'd believe a scheme
like this belongs in a straightjacket.
Well, there are a number of people
who'd agree with you.
Take him to the back room.
Keep alert.
I haven't seen that expression on
your face since you were knee high.
When things
weren't going right...
you came in to see me.
Just stood there and waited for me
to guess what was troubling you.
You were always right.
Yeah.
Let's see if
I've lost the knack.
Colonel Austin?
Not exactly.
Well, I guess I lost it.
What is it?
Nothing.
Goblins.
I was just being silly for a minute.
I'm too old to be afraid of goblins
or be concerned about Steve Austin.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm all right. I...
It was just a twinge.
Your Old Man is all right.
Believe me.
You like that monster?
He's a special pet of Miss Grayland's.
No telling what
she can make him do.
I wouldn't try to go swimming
out there if I were you.
Thanks for the advice.
(WHISTLES, TAPS WALL)
(TAPPING ECHO)
I'm picking something up, sir.
I don't know what it is and it's not
where the Stingray's supposed to be.
It's a kind of rapping,
but it's muffled by distance.
There's a rhythm like nothing
I'd expect but...
it's too far to be clear.
Get an angle on it.
We'll order some more hydrophones
and see if we can identify the sound.
Well, Rudy, what do you think?
Could it be Steve?
What do I think or what
would I like to think?
Give me your best guess.
Steve has enough air
to last a while longer, but...
if he's not in the sub and
there are sharks down there...
Stop that!
Why? Don't you like music?
If you wanna tap out a message...
we can arrange for you
to do so far less comfortably.
You win.
Tell my father that he tried to
tap a message to the surface.
I've been listening to
those tapping sounds again.
Whatever they were, they're gone.
Helicopter ready to make landing
with the bathysphere, sir.
Thank you.
I'm diving in that sphere.
(TYPING)
Whatever problems Steve's having,
could be related to his bionics.
The FBI has picked up a suspect...
who may have planted
an explosive device on the Stingray.
Has he confessed?
No, not yet. He refuses to talk.
There's more bad news.
He worked at the Boston
Navy Yard last year...
when torpedoes and
nuclear missiles were stolen.
I remember that.
They were never recovered.
Are you suggesting the possibility that
that theft has something to do...
with what's going on out here?
I'm only guessing, and I may be wrong.
The Stingray is in enemy hands,
Gentlemen, and it's armed.
Well, if there's any evidence that nuclear
missiles are going aboard that sub...
she's got to be blasted
out of the water...
whether Steve Austin is
aboard or not. You know that.
You think I'm afraid to use this gun?
Lady, anybody with sharks
as swimming companions...
isn't afraid of anything
as far as I'm concerned.
Is that another one of your pets?
That one's my best work.
It has a brain implant, which means
that I can control him electronically.
Remember that if you're
considering an escape attempt.
Do you mind telling me why?
Why what?
Why all this.
This cave, those sharks, the elaborate
attempt to hijack a nuclear submarine.
When my father was in the Navy,
before they, uh, court martialed him...
they thought he was
some kind of a freak.
He spent all his spare time,
day and night...
working with sharks to prove
they could be controlled.
The Navy doesn't court-martial
an officer for having an off-beat hobby.
A diver was mangled off Key West where
my father's work was being done.
It wasn't one of his sharks.
But they wouldn't believe him, and they
wouldn't believe he could control them.
So what'll he prove by
hijacking a submarine?
The sharks are being
used to get the sub.
Controlled sharks.
And they're gonna listen now.
And I don't have to answer
any more of your questions!
You wouldn't be so angry if you hadn't
asked yourself the same questions...
and found there were no answers.
I love him.
And for the first time in his life
he's gonna get the recognition he deserves.
It's the only way to go.
And he believes in that and so do I.
You don't.
You know it can't work.
Sooner or later, you'll be caught.
You don't understand this, do you?
This is his last chance,
and he has to prove himself.
And what happens after wards,
I'll deal with after wards.
Either the sharks got Steve,
which I don't believe...
or he's being prevented
from making contact.
That means someone's down there.
Who sabotaged the Stingray?
Another sub?
Possibly.
And if so, why did they let Steve
and the crew escape...
when the Stingray was first sunk?
And why are they holding him now?
Austin.
Did you have a good look?
Yes, the Stingray's gonna have
a full complement of torpedoes.
What are you gonna do?
Have a one-submarine navy
and declare war on the whole world?
Haven't you ever dreamed of having the
power to do anything you want...
and then sit back and laugh
at anybody who tries to stop you?
Torpedoes are designed
for one thing: to sink ships.
Is that how you'll laugh?
You still don't understand.
Come with me.
Williams, fill an air bag,
and pick up those two items.
But don't swim with the others because
Grayland may see you on the monitor.
Okay?
All right.
I personally don't expect
to use the torpedoes.
But it gives me all
the authority I'll ever need.
Yeah? To do what?
She's a beauty, isn't she?
Fastest thing in the ocean and deadly.
That's what's so
marvelous about it.
Everybody knows how deadly
a nuclear submarine is.
I pop up in the path of one of the
new luxury liners, say the Mines.
I ask her to heave to
send my men aboard...
carry up all the jewels and money
that she's carrying...
That's piracy.
And that's an ancient, sometimes
honorable, always profitable profession.
I thought this caper was designed
to prove you could handle sharks.
I was gonna sail the Stingray
into New York Harbor.
Show them what
I could do with my sharks.
But this proved to be too good.
And as soon as Cynthia and I are
finished with our buccaneering...
we'll buy a lovely, secret isle.
And we'll do our shark research.
Wanna come along?
No, thanks.
The torpedoes are moving out.
GRAYLAND: Well, once the
torpedoes are loaded and we're off...
nothing' going to stop us.
(SONAR PULSES)
Another problem, thanks
to the delay you created.
We would have been
out of here by now.
Torpedoes are being loaded.
If that's reported to the surface,
we'll be blasted out of here.
Adams, get him out of here.
Cynthia, I want you to
use the special shark...
to eliminate the
bathysphere problem.
Right.
Oscar, can you read me?
I see men transporting
a torpedo to the Stingray.
And there is a shark.
A giant!
Rudy, we're bringing you up.
Do you hear me?
Right.
Doesn't make sense, Oscar.
How can those swimmers stay alive
with that monster shark out there?
And they're totally ignoring it!
(ELECTRONIC TONES)
Ah!
Rudy, Rudy! Do you hear me?
Come in!
There's gotta be a way
to get Rudy up here.
We've ordered more
rescue equipment.
That's hours away!
We don't even know where Steve is, either.
We can't send men down there.
Apart from the sharks,
we don't know what they'd be getting into.
They don't know how to cope with it.
Steve couldn't cope with it.
How could we expect them to?
Cool it, chum.
You're going nowhere.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(GRUNTING)
Austin is loose! He's taken
scuba gear from Room 3.
I told you he should
have been killed!
He'll get to the sub.
We can't let him do that.
Cynthia, bring him back.
I've never controlled the big shark under
these circumstances. Not against a man.
You can, and you must.
Maybe he's not trying
to get to the Stingray.
Maybe he's trying to get
to the surface.
We can protect the sub with the sharks,
and once it starts, we can take off.
I don't think Austin's
the kind that gives up.
I think he'll report
we're down here.
If they haven't guessed already.
They have a number of weapons
that can destroy us.
Steve Austin as a hostage
is our only protection.
All right.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
No, wait! Not so fast.
You want me to bring him back?
Now Austin took the air bottle
from room three.
They haven't recharged those yet.
Have your shark play with him
until he's short of air...
then bring him back here.
That's the only safe way
to deal with him.
That's like tempting the shark.
I don't know how he's going to respond.
He could revert to his wild state and
completely ignore the control signals.
Try it, Cynthia.
(ELECTRONIC TONES)
Good, Cynthia!
Yes. Yes.
(ELECTRONIC TONES)
Now. Now bring him in.
(ELECTRONIC TONES)
You fooled me once.
Don't try and push it,
make it two in a row.
On your feet.
Move!
We're at the end of the line, Oscar.
So...
you're writing Steve
and Rudy off, are you?
Not through choice, Oscar.
You know that.
I know that Rudy's alive
in that bathysphere...
and I feel it in my bones
that Steve's alive, too.
Please, a little more time?
A little more time won't help,
and we can't spare a lot more time.
I'm sorry, Oscar.
I'm ordering the Stingray to be
depth charged and destroyed.
(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)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
It's got all the latest
electronics on board, Oscar...
sonar scrambling,
sub-surface communication...
echo location, so on...
along with the missile
and torpedo aiming devices...
which the O.S.I. won't require since
the ship will be completely unarmed.
OSCAR: Steve.
Captain Bob Welbeck,
Colonel Steve Austin.
Nice to meet you.
Welcome aboard.
Thank you, Captain.
(WHISTLE)
Uh, that would be
Admiral Prescott, I believe.
Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me.
Okay, Oscar, I've had the grand tour.
Now why am I here?
The Stingray was
de-commissioned by the Navy...
assigned to the O.S.I.
By the Pentagon.
This is supposed to be
a Shakedown cruise...
with Admiral Prescott checking us out
from above on a tender.
It's much more than that.
But why do you need me
on a nuclear sub?
The first unit of our electronic
deep sea distant warning system...
was installed for testing last month.
It's suddenly stopped sending.
Any reason why?
We're not sure.
It could be sabotage.
We'll try an under sea repair...
but if that doesn't work,
I can't risk leaving it there.
So you want me to bring it up, huh?
It's either that
or a big operation...
with divers, barges and
all kinds of equipment...
that would attract the attention of foreign
vessels within a fifty mile radius.
Oscar!
Admiral Prescott, I believe you
remember Colonel Steve Austin.
Of course.
Admiral.
Haven't seen you since Sealab.
I know you'll find the Stingray
more comfortable.
I'm sure I will.
Thank you, sir.
Well, Oscar, if you're ready,
we'll go aboard the tender.
Stingray should be loaded
and underway in a few minutes.
If any of those cans are dented...
Sorry, Chief. It was an accident.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(STEADY BEEP)
Hey, Cane,
what're you doing under there?
Get 'em all, Chief.
Come on. Get crackin'.
We gotta get off this ship.
(STEADY BEEP)
Message from Stingray, sir.
She's preparing to dive.
Thank you.
Let's go below.
Dive the boat. Take her down
to 200 feet and hold.
Aye, sir.
Dive. Dive.
10 degrees down bubble.
Flooding one and three from the sea.
80 feet.
90 feet.
100 feet.
Sonar report.
Sandy bottom 150 below.
No forward obstructions.
Bob.
Have you got a problem, Steve?
I'm picking up some stray
output on this channel. See that?
CAPTAIN: You got any
idea what's causing it?
I don't know.
If we weren't alone down here,
I'd say this was recording...
some low-frequency
communications.
I want it checked out
just to be on the safe side.
(STEADY BEEP)
WOMAN: 130 feet.
140 feet.
No change in speed or angle.
MAN: Come to me, Stingray!
Oh, she's beautiful, isn't she?
Just like she's answering
the command you gave her, Dad.
She is.
She had to come to repair
the warning system.
Captain, the men are in wet suits.
They're ready to enter the air lock
whenever you say the word.
Put a hold on 'em, Parker.
Now we're gonna get ourselves
a marvelous submarine.
175 feet.
Reducing speed.
WOMAN: 180 feet.
185 feet.
Trimming out.
Now!
(LOUD ALARM)
No rudder response, Captain.
The trim control's gone, sir!
We're settling fast!
Blow the tanks emergency.
Power's gone, sir.
Sonar?
We've got about 60 feet under us.
There's a sandy bottom
dropping ahead...
and there's some sort of
rock formation to the right.
The Stingray's in trouble.
How long have you been
getting these readings?
30 seconds ago.
I reported to the bridge
as soon as they started.
Stop engines.
If she hits the rocks,
it could tear a hole in her side.
We're in a lateral current.
It's pushing us broadside
right into the rocks.
This is the captain.
All hands
man your emergency stations.
Stand by for a jolt.
55... 50...
45... 40...
35... 30...
25... 20...
Ten... five...
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Hang on. I'll get it off of you!
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
You okay?
I think so.
Hit the emergency lights.
CAPTAIN: Send up an
emergency marker buoy!
(HIGH-PITCH TONE)
Colonel Austin.
Steve? Oscar.
Are you all right?
I don't think anybody's hurt,
but the ship's dead down here.
Put the Captain on.
Right.
Admiral Prescott here.
Captain Welbeck, sir.
I don't know what caused it,
but we're taking on some water.
A number of systems are out.
No sir, I can't give you
a damage report yet...
but I think we should
get the crew topside...
and then get back here
with a repair party of divers.
Right. I'll go with your-judgment.
Right, sir.
All hands. All hands. This is the Captain.
Prepare to abandon ship.
(EMERGENCY TONE)
Compressed air is being vented.
I hear something
banging against metal.
Could they be trapped in there?
Parker, I wanted that submarine
taken over undamaged...
and the crew to escape unharmed.
You were supposed to survey
the rocks and the currents...
and find a soft bottom
for the Stingray.
I do hope your incompetence has not
endangered the crew or the ship.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
They're all out.
Shall I put our men aboard
to begin repairs, sir?
A damage survey party
will be sent down.
We don't make a move until they're
convinced the Stingray is off limits.
Yes, sir.
Cynthia, you know what to do.
Right.
It just doesn't make sense.
The Stingray was in top condition
when the Navy turned it over to the O.S.I.
And then we double checked.
Now what happened?
It was sudden.
First one system, then the other.
There was the line
on the oscilloscope.
Then I remember seeing
a piece of conduit floating in the bilge.
There's no way that could have
been there without being blown out.
Did you hear an explosion,
see any other evidence?
No.
We'll get some answers when
the survey crew comes back.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
STEVE: Sharks!
Send out the work party to the sub.
We got down to about 100 feet,
then the sharks came at us.
I counted at least four of them.
I don't care where you have to pull strings...
just get that bathysphere
out here on the double.
We still don't know any more
than we did before.
Look, I'm sorry, sir, but it was
impossible to get any closer to the sub.
They were all over us.
DIVER: Frankly, I think it's a miracle
we got out of there without any injuries.
Thank you for the try, Lieutenant.
The bathysphere is on it's way.
How long, Admiral?
At best, three hours.
That may be too late.
By then the sub could
be completely flooded.
Is there a shark cage on board?
Yes, sir.
Steve, it's too dangerous for you
to go down there even with the cage.
I wanna know what caused that
interference on the scope in the Stingray.
It looked like transmission feed...
someone sending or receiving
a signal on my bank of circuits.
Do you think it might be related
to that piece of blown-out conduit?
Well, it could be.
But we hit trouble before
I could check on it.
Oscar, I just don't like the coincidence.
Something's going on down there
that maybe we haven't figured on.
I think I better get back
into that sub now.
Stingray to Command.
The water's almost all gone.
The main hatch is secured.
Damage to rudder
and diving control?
The lines should be
repaired in a half-hour.
Good. Stand by.
Roger.
Dad, there's a small metal object
descending, passing 110 feet.
Just over the sub.
Switch on the
sonar-scrambling generator.
Will do.
Get rid of it.
(LOUD CLANG)
(LOUD CLANG)
STEVE: Hold it, I'm surrounded by sharks.
The cage is taking quite a beating.
Pull the winch.
(LOUD SNAP)
Steve?
Steve! Can you hear me?
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(WINCH HUMS)
Tell Sonar I wanna know
where that cage is.
Hold it!
He won't be any problem,
Miss Grayland.
I'm sorry.
I hoped we'd be gone before anyone
realized what we were doing here.
You may make the Guinness Book of
Records, first hijack of a nuclear sub.
Arrangements will be made for you
to be rescued at the proper time.
When are you gonna be
finished here?
The lines are repaired.
I'll test the engines.
It'll be just a matter of minutes.
We'll be under way.
Then nobody can stop us.
I don't think you'll be
getting under way.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
No man could...
This'll be a little hard to steer.
Satellite to Command.
Go ahead.
There's gonna be a slight
delay in the repair.
Why?
I'll explain. I'm coming back.
In just a minute.
How long would it take you to
rig some kind of steering system?
That could be several hours.
Did you hear that?
Yes.
Make sure the sonar
scrambler is kept on.
Right.
Get one of your men in scuba gear
so we can take him with us.
For him? He's too dangerous!
Do you have a better suggestion, Parker?
You just go back to the cave
and I'll take care of him.
I can guess how.
Now look, we all have too much
at stake in this for you to...
And my father is giving you orders.
You do as you're told.
We can't take any chances
with you, so don't pull anything.
No, I wouldn't wanna irritate the
fellow with the harpoon gun.
Put on your gear.
We're going for a little swim.
All our necks are on the block,
and she's afraid of hurting anybody?
Yeah. Like her old man.
Soft.
That guy that tore out the steering gear
is trouble as long as he's alive down there.
That may not be too much longer.
Let me pick the right moment
when I get back to the cave.
Why can't we make sonar contact?
We had a clear scan earlier
when I made a routine check.
“lamination.
Mm.
The automatic scrambling equipment
aboard the sub was designed to kick in...
if it came under attack.
Something might have set it off.
Something, or someone.
Drop hydrophones.
Cynthia tells me that
you did something...
no man could possibly do
in tearing out that wheel.
I know how you feel.
I don't believe what I saw either.
Your daughter controlling a batch
of man eaters in the open sea.
She's a remarkable girl.
A marine biologist who isn't
limited to conventional thinking.
Something I've been
fighting for years.
Now I tried to convince the Navy that
sharks could be trained, Colonel Austin.
Well, you know who I am.
That puts you one up on me.
A former captain in the
United States Navy Submarines.
Unfortunately not as well known
as the astronaut that cra...
Cynthia.
I held, briefly, a desk-job
at the Pentagon.
I heard rumors about you
after the crash.
I didn't pay much attention.
I thought they were so far fetched.
Yes, Dad?
Go and fetch that highly sensitive
radiation counter and check him out.
I don't understand.
Check out his arms and his legs.
See if there's a radiation reading
above the background level.
(GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING)
It's way above normal.
Yeah.
We are entertaining a bionic man.
The first and
perhaps the only one.
Those rumors I heard
stopped abruptly.
I realize now that there's
somebody put the lid on it.
Top secret, right?
That's your diagnosis.
Nobody's been hurt up until now.
I hope that continues to be the case.
That will depend upon you.
You'll have the entire Navy tracking
you down. How long will you last?
Well, the ocean is large and trackless.
However, suppose the search did turn up
a submarine at a depth of 300 feet.
You think the navy would bomb it?
I don't think so.
It could be a Russian sub.
Could be the start
of World War Three.
Anybody who'd believe a scheme
like this belongs in a straightjacket.
Well, there are a number of people
who'd agree with you.
Take him to the back room.
Keep alert.
I haven't seen that expression on
your face since you were knee high.
When things
weren't going right...
you came in to see me.
Just stood there and waited for me
to guess what was troubling you.
You were always right.
Yeah.
Let's see if
I've lost the knack.
Colonel Austin?
Not exactly.
Well, I guess I lost it.
What is it?
Nothing.
Goblins.
I was just being silly for a minute.
I'm too old to be afraid of goblins
or be concerned about Steve Austin.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm all right. I...
It was just a twinge.
Your Old Man is all right.
Believe me.
You like that monster?
He's a special pet of Miss Grayland's.
No telling what
she can make him do.
I wouldn't try to go swimming
out there if I were you.
Thanks for the advice.
(WHISTLES, TAPS WALL)
(TAPPING ECHO)
I'm picking something up, sir.
I don't know what it is and it's not
where the Stingray's supposed to be.
It's a kind of rapping,
but it's muffled by distance.
There's a rhythm like nothing
I'd expect but...
it's too far to be clear.
Get an angle on it.
We'll order some more hydrophones
and see if we can identify the sound.
Well, Rudy, what do you think?
Could it be Steve?
What do I think or what
would I like to think?
Give me your best guess.
Steve has enough air
to last a while longer, but...
if he's not in the sub and
there are sharks down there...
Stop that!
Why? Don't you like music?
If you wanna tap out a message...
we can arrange for you
to do so far less comfortably.
You win.
Tell my father that he tried to
tap a message to the surface.
I've been listening to
those tapping sounds again.
Whatever they were, they're gone.
Helicopter ready to make landing
with the bathysphere, sir.
Thank you.
I'm diving in that sphere.
(TYPING)
Whatever problems Steve's having,
could be related to his bionics.
The FBI has picked up a suspect...
who may have planted
an explosive device on the Stingray.
Has he confessed?
No, not yet. He refuses to talk.
There's more bad news.
He worked at the Boston
Navy Yard last year...
when torpedoes and
nuclear missiles were stolen.
I remember that.
They were never recovered.
Are you suggesting the possibility that
that theft has something to do...
with what's going on out here?
I'm only guessing, and I may be wrong.
The Stingray is in enemy hands,
Gentlemen, and it's armed.
Well, if there's any evidence that nuclear
missiles are going aboard that sub...
she's got to be blasted
out of the water...
whether Steve Austin is
aboard or not. You know that.
You think I'm afraid to use this gun?
Lady, anybody with sharks
as swimming companions...
isn't afraid of anything
as far as I'm concerned.
Is that another one of your pets?
That one's my best work.
It has a brain implant, which means
that I can control him electronically.
Remember that if you're
considering an escape attempt.
Do you mind telling me why?
Why what?
Why all this.
This cave, those sharks, the elaborate
attempt to hijack a nuclear submarine.
When my father was in the Navy,
before they, uh, court martialed him...
they thought he was
some kind of a freak.
He spent all his spare time,
day and night...
working with sharks to prove
they could be controlled.
The Navy doesn't court-martial
an officer for having an off-beat hobby.
A diver was mangled off Key West where
my father's work was being done.
It wasn't one of his sharks.
But they wouldn't believe him, and they
wouldn't believe he could control them.
So what'll he prove by
hijacking a submarine?
The sharks are being
used to get the sub.
Controlled sharks.
And they're gonna listen now.
And I don't have to answer
any more of your questions!
You wouldn't be so angry if you hadn't
asked yourself the same questions...
and found there were no answers.
I love him.
And for the first time in his life
he's gonna get the recognition he deserves.
It's the only way to go.
And he believes in that and so do I.
You don't.
You know it can't work.
Sooner or later, you'll be caught.
You don't understand this, do you?
This is his last chance,
and he has to prove himself.
And what happens after wards,
I'll deal with after wards.
Either the sharks got Steve,
which I don't believe...
or he's being prevented
from making contact.
That means someone's down there.
Who sabotaged the Stingray?
Another sub?
Possibly.
And if so, why did they let Steve
and the crew escape...
when the Stingray was first sunk?
And why are they holding him now?
Austin.
Did you have a good look?
Yes, the Stingray's gonna have
a full complement of torpedoes.
What are you gonna do?
Have a one-submarine navy
and declare war on the whole world?
Haven't you ever dreamed of having the
power to do anything you want...
and then sit back and laugh
at anybody who tries to stop you?
Torpedoes are designed
for one thing: to sink ships.
Is that how you'll laugh?
You still don't understand.
Come with me.
Williams, fill an air bag,
and pick up those two items.
But don't swim with the others because
Grayland may see you on the monitor.
Okay?
All right.
I personally don't expect
to use the torpedoes.
But it gives me all
the authority I'll ever need.
Yeah? To do what?
She's a beauty, isn't she?
Fastest thing in the ocean and deadly.
That's what's so
marvelous about it.
Everybody knows how deadly
a nuclear submarine is.
I pop up in the path of one of the
new luxury liners, say the Mines.
I ask her to heave to
send my men aboard...
carry up all the jewels and money
that she's carrying...
That's piracy.
And that's an ancient, sometimes
honorable, always profitable profession.
I thought this caper was designed
to prove you could handle sharks.
I was gonna sail the Stingray
into New York Harbor.
Show them what
I could do with my sharks.
But this proved to be too good.
And as soon as Cynthia and I are
finished with our buccaneering...
we'll buy a lovely, secret isle.
And we'll do our shark research.
Wanna come along?
No, thanks.
The torpedoes are moving out.
GRAYLAND: Well, once the
torpedoes are loaded and we're off...
nothing' going to stop us.
(SONAR PULSES)
Another problem, thanks
to the delay you created.
We would have been
out of here by now.
Torpedoes are being loaded.
If that's reported to the surface,
we'll be blasted out of here.
Adams, get him out of here.
Cynthia, I want you to
use the special shark...
to eliminate the
bathysphere problem.
Right.
Oscar, can you read me?
I see men transporting
a torpedo to the Stingray.
And there is a shark.
A giant!
Rudy, we're bringing you up.
Do you hear me?
Right.
Doesn't make sense, Oscar.
How can those swimmers stay alive
with that monster shark out there?
And they're totally ignoring it!
(ELECTRONIC TONES)
Ah!
Rudy, Rudy! Do you hear me?
Come in!
There's gotta be a way
to get Rudy up here.
We've ordered more
rescue equipment.
That's hours away!
We don't even know where Steve is, either.
We can't send men down there.
Apart from the sharks,
we don't know what they'd be getting into.
They don't know how to cope with it.
Steve couldn't cope with it.
How could we expect them to?
Cool it, chum.
You're going nowhere.
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)
(GRUNTING)
Austin is loose! He's taken
scuba gear from Room 3.
I told you he should
have been killed!
He'll get to the sub.
We can't let him do that.
Cynthia, bring him back.
I've never controlled the big shark under
these circumstances. Not against a man.
You can, and you must.
Maybe he's not trying
to get to the Stingray.
Maybe he's trying to get
to the surface.
We can protect the sub with the sharks,
and once it starts, we can take off.
I don't think Austin's
the kind that gives up.
I think he'll report
we're down here.
If they haven't guessed already.
They have a number of weapons
that can destroy us.
Steve Austin as a hostage
is our only protection.
All right.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
No, wait! Not so fast.
You want me to bring him back?
Now Austin took the air bottle
from room three.
They haven't recharged those yet.
Have your shark play with him
until he's short of air...
then bring him back here.
That's the only safe way
to deal with him.
That's like tempting the shark.
I don't know how he's going to respond.
He could revert to his wild state and
completely ignore the control signals.
Try it, Cynthia.
(ELECTRONIC TONES)
Good, Cynthia!
Yes. Yes.
(ELECTRONIC TONES)
Now. Now bring him in.
(ELECTRONIC TONES)
You fooled me once.
Don't try and push it,
make it two in a row.
On your feet.
Move!
We're at the end of the line, Oscar.
So...
you're writing Steve
and Rudy off, are you?
Not through choice, Oscar.
You know that.
I know that Rudy's alive
in that bathysphere...
and I feel it in my bones
that Steve's alive, too.
Please, a little more time?
A little more time won't help,
and we can't spare a lot more time.
I'm sorry, Oscar.
I'm ordering the Stingray to be
depth charged and destroyed.
(END THEME MUSIC)