This is 9014 heading into Norris for a coffee break.
I'll check with you later, Barney.
BARNEY: 10-4.
Oh, my God.
Barney, this is Paul again.
Barney, something terrible has happened here.
BARNEY: What're you talking about?
PAUL: The whole town! They're dead!
BARNEY: Paul, what're you talking about?
The whole town, Barney! The whole town!
They're-- they're just laying all around me here.
Listen, you stand by. I'm gonna take a look.
BARNEY: Roger, Paul. Standing by.
(EERIE MUSIC)
(SCREAMS )
(GASPS )
(YELLS)
(HIGH-PITCHED TONE)
(ELECTRONIC WHIRR)
( PAUL SCREAMING )
(GROANS )
(YE-LS)
Barney--
Barney, stay away from here!
Stay away from this town!
(GROANS )
(GROANING )
BARNEY: Paul, come in.
Paul, what's happening?
Niner-one-zero. Come in, please.
Power off.
Alright.
Our message has been delivered.
Now let's see what the establishment does about it.
FLIGHT COM: It's 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 off. 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.
We can rebuild him.
We have the technology.
We can make him better than he was.
Better, stronger, faster.
(MAIN TITLE THEME)
(METAL GRINDING)
Hi, Steve.
Hey, Oscar.
What're you doing? What is this?
It's a roll bar from a dune buggy.
I figure if you ever run out of things for me to do...
I'll open a machine shop.
You're early.
I'm late. I gotta catch a plane to Washington.
Our meeting is off.
What's the problem?
Small town. Upstate.
Had a population of 23.
Looks like they're all dead.
Looks like?
Afraid to send anybody in there.
Last person that went in didn't come out, and we don't know why.
I gotta move.
Is the story out yet?
We're keeping it a secret. We've ordered the Army to seal off the town.
-What's the name of the town? -A place called Norris.
Norris? I went to high school 20 miles from there.
Steve, will you stay out of this, please?
Oscar, I know those people.
You're too valuable for this job.
Besides, I've got another assignment for you. If I need you, I'll let you know.
Fine, Oscar, you do that.
You can reach me at Army headquarters in Norris.
(RADIO CHATTER)
I'm sorry, sir. No vehicles are permitted beyond this point.
Yes, I know.
I was wondering if I could speak to your commanding officer.
Oh, Colonel Austin.
General Tate's expecting you, sir.
-Expecting me? -Yes, sir.
Some V.l.P. from Washington just called.
Good for him.
Headquarters is three miles up.
Report to the security tent for briefing.
Major, I want this put on the wire immediately...
and I want an hourly report on weather and winds.
Yes, sir.
General? Steve Austin.
Ah, yes, Colonel.
Mr. Goldman tells me that you're his good right arm.
Did you get filled in?
Yes, but I need some technical details.
I think the best one for that would be the medical officer in charge, Dr. Forbes.
-Where is he? -Right behind you.
Dr. Forbes?
I am he.
DR. FORBES: These are all pictures taken from a helicopter at half hour intervals.
As you can see, there's been no movement in the town at all.
Anyone check the ozone count?
Yes. It was normal.
Manna-duping; rum.
Did you make a Geiger sweep?
By air. It was negative.
What about water pollution?
We ruled that out, Colonel Austin.
STEVE: Why?
The highway patrolman was only in the town for a minute before he collapsed.
He didn't have time for a drink.
How long ago?
Eight hours.
Excuse me, sir.
There's a truck from the Space Agency at the north road block.
Says he has what we ordered.
I didn't order anything from NASA.
I did.
Armada-u. nun-nun
Well, it's a spacesuit.
Spacesuit?
That's right. Best protection there is.
Hey, you fellas are new at the base, huh?
Yeah, kinda new.
This is my man, Bob. My name is Hodges.
-Who's all this stuff for anyway? -It's for me.
You gotta be kidding me. These suits are customed designed.
The guy who wore this suit walked on the moon a couple of years ago.
Well, we could try it on, maybe we'll get lucky, huh?
Alright. I only work here.
Son of a gun. It fits.
You got to have a little more faith, Hodges.
You know, I, uh-- I didn't catch your name.
Well, it's on the suit.
How do you do, Colonel?
(LAUGHS)
This is as far as we better go.
I'll do a radio check as soon as I'm on the other side of that little hill.
-Gimme a hand with this helmet. -How do I do it?
Just lock down the collar.
Be talking to you.
Mr. Austin?
Call me Steve. Better radio procedure.
Steve, I wish you wouldn't do this. Not until we've made more tests.
Well, this is the test.
You just stay on the other end of that line.
Maybe we can get something done, Doctor.
Call me Chris.
Chris, this is Steve.
I've got the town in sight. Nothing's changed.
I'm going in.
Dr. Forbes?
Where's Austin?
What's wrong?
Goldman says under no circumstances does he go in there alone.
STEVE ( RADIO ): Chris, this is Steve.
I'm entering Norris at this time.
Everything okay so far.
Roger, Steve. We understand.
Chris, I'm identifying one of the bodies.
His name is Taylor. Joe Taylor.
He's lived in this town a long time.
How does he know that?
I don't know.
(PERSON GROANING)
Chris, stand by. I wanna check something.
(MOANS)
(MOANING)
(METAL GRINDING)
What's happening?
Mrs. Nelson. Mrs. Nelson.
Steve, what is it?
Chris, I've found someone alive.
Stand by.
Steve, for God's sake, what's happening?
They're alive.
They're all alive!
Okay, Oscar. I did it my own way.
What're you gonna do? Put me on K.P.?
Next time, Steve, will you pick up the phone first?
Now I'm gonna take all this data you sent us and put it through the computer bank...
but we need some more information.
What about the victims?
Can't they tell us anything?
Not yet. They're trying, but so far they haven't been much help.
Gentlemen, because you are officials of the town and various utilities...
the General has consented to a briefing in a few minutes.
Please be patient. Thank you.
Uh, Major, um...
my name is Barnes.
Yes, sir. What can I do for you?
I'm just wondering. That civilian I've seen.
He seems to pull a lot of weight around here.
Oh, Steve Austin?
Yes, he works for one of those super agencies in Washington.
Oh? Which one?
I'm not sure. Fella named Oscar Goldman's his boss.
Oscar Goldman. I've heard of him.
I'm glad this problem's reached such a high level.
I was driving. That's all. The car was running fine.
Uh...
And then?
Uh...
Try, Mrs. Nelson.
I don't know.
Uh, it seemed like suddenly...
The pain!
Um... somebody coming after me.
Who?
I don't know!
I couldn't see him. I--
I'm sorry. I can't remember.
Mrs. Nelson. I'm sorry to put you through this.
Dr. FORBES: Get some rest.
That's the way it's been going.
They remember the pain, but the mind won't let them remember more.
Anyway to get through?
I've been thinking about narcosynthesis.
Injection. Taking a patient back in time past the mental block.
You think it'll work?
It should. You know this town. Pick me a stable personality.
Joe Taylor's a tough old bird.
Fine. I'll set it up.
Ninety-nine...
ninety-eight...
ninety-seven ...
ninety...
You're doing just fine, Mr. Taylor.
I brought an old friend of yours here to ask you some questions.
Steve Austin.
Steve Au--
Steve's famous now.
He wouldn't remember me.
I try to remember old friends, Joe.
Hey, Steve!
Where am I?
You're in town. It's early this morning.
STEVE: Just after eight.
I'm at my store.
That's right, Joe. What's happening at your store?
I'm-- I'm taking some packages over to--
And then what?
The pain. The terrible pain!
Where?
My head. My temples.
Oh! Ow!
Oh, the pain! Ow!
Oh! Somebody stop the pain!
Why are they doing this to me?
Somebody help me!
(JOE GROANS)
What's wrong?
-Why are you doing this to me? -Joe--
Stop the pain, or I'll kill ya! I'll kill ya!
Joe, listen, I'll show you how to stop the pain.
What?
Crouch down like I'm doing.
JOE: No! No, no!
Steve?
It's okay, Joe.
Just take it easy, huh? Take it easy.
Thanks for saving my life...
but would you mind telling me how you did it?
Did what?
Jumped across the room like that?
I eat a lot of jumping beans.
Steve.
There's Cord.
-Officer Cord? -Uh, yes.
Steve Austin. They said you wanted to see me.
Yes, sir. That's right. It may not be important.
Go ahead.
Well, it's a detail that I suddenly remembered. My helmet.
-Your helmet? -Yes, ma'am.
I took it off when I bent over the postman.
That's when the pain started.
You were alright, before that?
I was fine. I drove into town...
I looked around, talked to the dispatcher.
When I took my helmet off, that's when the pain first took me.
And it hit me in the ears first.
But you didn't hear anything?
Not a thing.
Thank you, officer.
Maybe we got a little daylight at last.
What're you talking about?
Ultrasonic waves.
It's just a hunch, but it's something we can check out.
Ultrasonic? Where do they come from?
They're man made, officer. Man made.
(MACHINE RATTLING)
Where are the others?
They're standing by. Well?
Johnson, things are going our way.
The town is in panic, the Army is shaken and so is the government.
How can you be sure?
Cause the man who's taking charge is an old acquaintance of mine.
Oscar Goldman.
And Oscar only shows up when there is big trouble.
So what's our next move?
We go for the money.
A ransom note. Or two.
( PRINTING )
Looks like my hunch was right.
Computer readout indicates ultra-high frequency alpha waves...
such as produced by government research project H-432.
Experimental weapon design for infantrymen with battery pack.
Project abandoned three years ago. Unable to solve power problems.
Wait, here it comes.
Chief Project Officer was Dr. Stanley Bacon.
Whereabouts unknown 18 months. Urgent search underway.
Sun-ammonium.
I've got a feeling Dr. Bacon is in our neck of the woods.
( HELICOPTER APPROACHES ) What's going on?
MAJOR: Some lunatic is buzzing the compound!
MAJOR: What is this? Somebody get his number!
"You have witnessed only half of what we can do.
"Unless you deliver $10 million by 8 a.m. tomorrow morning..."
BACON: "We will pick another town and use our full capacity.
"And this time, there will be no survivors."
OSCAR: Yes, sir. Yes. Yes, I know that $10 million is a lot of money.
But we've only got nine hours left to act. Yes.
Nine hours.
Okay, I'll read it to you again.
"You will deliver the money in an armored car.
"The driver must be alone.
"If anyone follows him or comes within 10 miles of the drop site...
"we will use our weapon on another city."
Alright. I'll stand by.
But may I respectfully ask you to please hurry?
( PRINTING )
Oscar Goldman has a reputation for getting things done.
Have you known him long?
About a year.
Is he your boss?
He thinks so.
No, that's not fair.
I like Oscar. He bright, he's straight.
And underneath that shell of red tape...
he's even got a heart.
What's underneath your shell?
Look, I don't mean to pry...
but I am a government doctor with top secret clearance.
And I know something about what's current in medical research.
What I saw you do today, no ordinary man can do.
So?
So, I'm curious.
Can't you tell me?
Look, I had an accident a little while ago.
When they put me back together...
I was better than before, okay?
Does it have anything to do with bionics and Dr. Rudy Wells?
No comment.
Steve, how has it affected you?
What does it feel like?
It feels just peachy, Doctor.
I'm sorry.
No further questions.
Look, Chris, try and understand.
Sometimes I get a little tight being the object of medical curiosity.
What makes you think it was just medical?
That's what it felt like.
Oh, I don't know.
Man and Woman work hard together in dangerous situation.
Man saves Woman's life.
Man is figure of great mystery and fascination.
Run that through your computer.
Hey, what do you say we start this conversation over?
TATE: Colonel Austin! Washington on the line.
Hello. Yes, Oscar?
OSCAR: Steve, it's negative.
They won't authorize the money.
Why!
Why? They did a full computer analysis.
They insist Dr. Bacon's device...
can't kill anyone.
He can't feed enough power into it for that.
But he can still do to another town what he did here!
They're willing to take that risk.
They think they'll have Dr. Bacon in custody in 24 hours.
What if they're wrong, Oscar? What if a town dies before they get him?
I told you, they don't think it will happen.
Now I'm gonna catch a plane, I'll be there in the morning.
You want us to sit around here and do nothing?
Steve, it's out of your hands.
Federal Agents will take over from here.
Now I order you to stay out of this. Is that clear?
Sure, Oscar. That's perfectly clear.
TATE: Well, are they sending the money?
No, they're not.
General, I wan an armored car here by seven in the morning.
Can do, but --
Have your communications boys rig up a transponder.
That way you can follow me on radar.
You mean, you're going in there with an empty armored car?
Well, I've got no choice. It's orders from Oscar.
(STEADY BEEP)
SOLDIER: Transponder's working, sir.
He's on his way.
SOLDIER: Blip is stationary, sir.
He's there.
Good morning.
Look, there's no weapons and no tricks and no one following.
But there's one problem: there's no money either.
Nothing.
Look, you better listen if you don't want to blow it.
Washington wouldn't send the money. That's the truth.
They didn't send it because they know all about Dr. Bacon and the rest of you.
So if you're smart, you better take me to him.
Move.
My car or yours?
-Mr. Goldman? -Yes.
-I'm Dr. Forbes. -How do you do?
Before you see the general, I think I'd better explain something.
Thank you very much, Doctor. But I'd like to see Steve Austin, first.
Yes, well that's what I have to explain. He's not here.
Not here? Where is he?
Hollister, you hit him too hard. There's no pulse.
DR. BACON: Pulse on one side only?
No.
It couldn't be.
Frank, hand me the Geiger counter off that bench.
(LOUD CLICKING)
(CLICKING FADES)
(LOUD CLICKING)
When I was in Washington...
Oscar Goldman had a pet project.
Incredible.
They really pulled it off.
Get the ropes, Frank.
Forget the ropes. They'd never hold him. Would they?
DR. BACON: A gun. A shotgun.
That's the only way to guard this man.
Well, do we have a shotgun?
I'm Dr. Bacon.
I think we have a mutual acquaintance. Oscar Goldman.
Is he in Norris by any chance?
He should be by now.
A shame I won't be able to congratulate him.
He built his cyborg after all.
DR. BACON: How he had to fight the red tape.
Imagine! This man has two bionic legs...
one bionic arm, and a bionic eye, all atomic powered.
The-- The eye, I suppose, is infrared...
with a 10-- 12 to 1 zoom?
20.
20? They really went all out.
How fast can you run? 35? 40?
I've hit 60.
60?
How much did you cost?
Six million.
Six--
Goldman must be very proud.
Do you realize that for one sixth of your cost...
they could've had my weapon system perfected?
I think you've given them some second thoughts about that.
Little late for that, isn't it?
After they wasted ten years of my life.
That's why Goldman's here. To negotiate.
Don't treat me like a twelve year old, Mr. Austin.
Goldman sent you here to stall.
He's stalling because he thinks I can't pull it off.
Now, isn't that the truth?
Alright, it is the truth.
The computer says you can't do it. You haven't got the power source.
That's what the computer said three years ago.
So wrapped up in their computers, they can't even think anymore.
Well, I have the power.
Is 8,000 volts enough?
Oh, I grant you, it's not portable...
but if you've bought off the right people...
you can tap into the local power station...
and feed directly off the grid.
Look, give me a phone. Let me talk to him.
Too late for that.
They've asked for a lesson, they're going to get it.
People are going to die.
Please, don't do that.
Don't turn it on the town.
Of course not.
They would never care about just a town.
In order to make them understand...
I have to destroy government property.
In this case: a battalion of the army...
all Mind, (It
and for the cherry on top, you, Mr. Austin.
I will reduce you to a six million dollar pile of ,junk.
Far enough.
Hollister, turn the freezer down to 20 below.
You're killing me for nothing.
There's federal agents all over the place by now.
That's precisely why I'm not going to kill you, Mr. Austin.
Nun-mam!!!-
You're my ace in the hole.
If anything should go wrong, I can trade you for us.
But if things go right, well, we won't be back.
You should last about an hour in there.
Dr. Bacon...
if he's all you say he is, he'll bust out of there.
I don't think so.
You see I read the same basic research that Oscar Goldman read.
Bionic limbs deteriorate at sub-zero extremes.
That's probably in your operation manual, right. Mr. Austin?
Can you imagine an operations manual for a man?
-Look, Bacon-- -Catch.
Oxygen, Mr. Austin.
Rather stuffy in there, and suffocation might upset my timetable.
Step in, please.
You stay here just in case.
Hollister, get the van ready to roll.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(TRUCK ENGINE REVS)
(SLOW HEARTBEAT)
Yes, I understand, Thompson.
Keep trying, huh?
Anything?
They located the armored car. No sign of Steve.
Mr. Goldman, teletype's coming in.
SLOW HEARTBEAT )
Oh, my God!
What is it?
"Computer now indicates if minimum 7,000 volts available to weapon...
fatality could result."
That would have to come off the original power grid.
Get me the local station.
(PHONE RINGS)
Power Plant, Johnson.
Oh, yes sir.
How many volts are you talking about?
7,000?
Oh, no, sir. There's no way that could come through here without our knowing it.
No, we'd have to throw the grid connecting switch ourselves.
You bet, Mr. Goldman.
I'll get my security force, and we'll stand on full alert.
I'm glad to help, sir.
Bye -
(PHONE BUZZES)
Rover One, go ahead.
Johnson: Rover One, This is Johnson.
Just had a talk with the man.
You better hurry.
Roger. We're almost there.
(SHIVERING)
(GAS HISSING)
(HISSING STOPS)
(GAS HISSES)
Gentlemen, let's tie into the power.
(METAL GRINDING)
(YE-LS)
MAN OUTSIDE: We're tied in!
Start the generator.
(GENERATOR WHIRS)
SLOW HEARTBEAT )
Full voltage.
Extend the cones.
( NORMAL HEARTBEAT )
(STRONGER HEARTBEAT)
-Mr. Goldman? -Yes, Doctor?
Does that seem odd to you?
DR. FORBES: Something shiny up there under the high tension wires.
Can't make it out.
Some reflection or something.
(COMPUTERS WHIRRING)
(STRONG HEARTBEAT)
Cones converged on target.
Okay.
Here we go.
( FLIPS SWITCH )
Cover your ears!
No good!
That's Austin.
It's Austin!
-He's coming at us! -Turn the cones.
Focus full! Get him!
( EXPLOSION )
(EXPLOSIONS)
Ken Williams? Oh, he moved away a long time ago.
Nobody wants to live in a small town anymore.
Do you remember Phil Haley? Fat kid with a bewildered look?
Yeah.
He runs a big foodcompany in Seattle now.
No kidding? ( LAUGHS )
Say, what ever happened to Peanuts Donnelly?
That kid I used to play football with?
Oh, Peanuts? He was killed in Vietnam.
One of the first ones.
You remember Janey Fitzsimmons?
You used to go steady.
Well, she's chairman of the entire 4H club in this state.
Got five kids to boot.
That's beautiful.
What about you?
Haven't heard much about you since you walked on the moon.
What have you been up to?
Oh, this and that.
Uh-huh.
Well, don't make it so long next time.
Joe, it's been good seeing you.
Steve...
that lady doctor said, I...
well, gave you kind of a bad time when I was under that stuff.
You know. Well, if I--
If I hit you or anything, no hard feelings.
No hard feelings.
Good.
(HORN HONKS)
OSCAR: Hi, Steve.
Oscar.
Well, we're in pretty good shape.
Federal agents arrested Johnson at the power station.
The army's getting ready to leave...
and so am I.
How do you tell a man who saved your life that he disobeyed an order?
You don't.
I agree with you.
Doc, thanks for everything.
I'll be seeing you.
Want some company?
Okay, if you don't ask a lot of questions.
Nope, I don't have any questions.
I figured you out all by myself.
Oh. That's the end of your curiosity?
My medical curiosity.
You know, I just ran that through my computer.
And...?
I like the readout.
(END THEME MUSIC)