02x01 - Nuclear Alert

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SWENSON: Good evening, gentlemen.
I hope you're all comfortable.

For your information,
we are over the Baltic Sea...

one hundred miles
South of Stockholm.

SWENSON VO: The rules
of the sale are as follows:

Each of you will choose
a number from the vase.

The number will determine
the order in which you bid.

You will be permitted one bid only
on the item being offered for sale.

Whoever makes the winning bid...

will be required to deposit half the price--
in gold-- in our account in Zurich.

The other half is due on delivery.

Is this understood and agreed?

The bidding will start
at $25.000.000.

Number one?

$35.000.000.

Number two?

$40.000.000

Number three?

$55.000.000

Number four?

I am permitted one call?

You.

[DIALING]

It's up to fifty-five.

Very well.

[ HANGS UP]

$60.000.000!

$65.000.000!

I protest! He doesn't get a second bid!

$70.000.000!

$70.000.000!

SWENSON: The bidding is closed.

We'll pay $75.000.000!

SWENSON: The rules were
that you each get one bid.

The item goes to Number Four.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I'm sorry, sir, but I told you.

Mr. Goldman is busy right now.

I must speak with him!

I am sorry.

Please!

I'll call you right back, Fred.

I have something to trade.

You will agree to give me whatever
I want for the information I have.

I don't mean to be rude, sir...

but no information that you have
would make me agree to that.

Yesterday, I was present
at a black market auction...

when an item was sold
for $60.000.000.

And what, may I ask,
was that item?

A tactical atomic b*mb.

Hold the calls...

and cancel my next appointment.

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.

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]

[ELECTRIC TYPING]

[INAUDIBLE CHATTER]

[BELL RINGS]

Alright.

We all know who bought
a tactical atomic b*mb.

What we don't know is who sold it.

Now there are two possibilities:

Either the seller intends
to steal it or he already has it.

How are we covered
if the he intends to steal it?

All the atomic nations
have been notified.

Security at all atomic
installations will be doubled.

And if the sellers do have the b*mb,
or the parts?

General Wiley?

One hundred kilos of fissionable material
was smuggled out of Kiev...

April 3rd last year.

Blueprints for the atomic furnace
mechanisms were reported missing...

from Paris last winter.

Dr. Broder.

Tritium and plutonium
reported lost in shipment...

from England to India.

And the list goes on and on.

So it's possible that the seller
does have all of the parts.

What about the atomic calculator?

Anyone can rent one in Geneva
for $1000 an hour.

What about the reflector fuse?

No reflector fuse has been stolen,
according to my information.

OSCAR: But it doesn't make sense.

How can anybody sell an atomic b*mb
when they don't have all the parts?

Unless they've already stolen
one of our reflectors...

and the paperwork hasn't
caught up with us yet.

None has been stolen.
I can vouch for that.

What if some highly trained person...

was able to manufacture
his own reflector fuse?

No. It's the most complicated
component of the b*mb.

There are only a handful of us
who know how to assemble it.

OSCAR: General Wiley,
we ought to get maximum security...

for Dr. Broder and the others.

OSCAR: There's only one other loose end,
the shipping of these reflector fuses.

I assume that there's
maximum security there.

No. We found that large numbers
of vehicles only attracted attention.

The reflectors are
shipped by truck.

Each time, a different route is used,
a different driver is used and--

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
This is serious.

What?

A reflector fuse left
the factory this morning.

TOM: This is exactly like the one
we shipped this morning.

No wonder there are only
a few people who could understand it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Goldman.

But no one told me that
we shouldn't send it out.

Where is the truck that's
carrying the reflector now?

The driver calls in every two hours
from previously designated telephones.

This morning he called from here.

By now he should be about here...

and his final check in
point is right here.

Here's a photo of the driver...

his security clearance,
employment history...

And, of course,
the license of the truck itself.

I want that truck
stopped immediately...

and the reflector sent back here
under heavy guard.

Then you'll never be able
to find out who the seller is.

That'll be all, Tom.
I'll see you back in your office.

Yes, sir.

I know what you're thinking, Steve,
but it's too dangerous.

The only way to catch them
is to let them grab it.

But what if they actually get away
with the reflector fuse?

Dr. Broder said it could be
deactivated by removing a single part.

How will we track you?

We can't let you or the reflector
fuse out of our sight.

When Dr. Rudy Wells put me together,
he made provisions for a beeper right here.

All we have to do is plug one in.

All right. You got it.

There's one other thing, Oscar.

What's that, pal?

You'll have to get me
into the Teamsters.

Mmm.

Oscar?

STEVE: Oscar. Come in, Oscar.

We got you, Steve. Go ahead.

Thought we'd better test the equipment.

OSCAR." We hear you fine.
-And the beeper?

[STEADY BEEP]

OSCAR: We've got you on the screen.

What's the beeper range?

About 10 miles.



Good enough.

I'll check in after I've got the truck.

OSCAR: All, right, Steve.

We'd better move in closer, Major.

Let's move in a few miles closer.

Hello, Ted. What is it?

I need your help.

I was just about to leave, but, sure.

Who's your friend?

Just a friend.

Nothing's going to happen
to you, Dr. Broder.

We just need you to put
a b*mb together.

[METAL CREAKING]

[BIONIC EYE SOUND EFFECT]

[ RESTAURANT CHATTER]

What're you talking about, Tom?

Uh-huh. Yea--

You gotta be kidding.

He's not kidding.

What's he look like?

Let's see your ID.

It's just that I never done
anything like this before, Tom.

Oh, I know I'll get paid.
That's not the point.

I understand.
Yeah, I understand. Okay.

Tom said you'd be driving
the rest of the way.

That's right.
Come on.

You can't drive without
a union card.

Got it right here.

Where are the keys?

Hey. How am I gonna get back?

That red job over there.
The Key's in it.

Maybe I'd better go with you.

I always drive alone.

Well, maybe I'll go back
and have a second cup of coffee.

Watch it in fifth, it pops out sometimes.

You bet. Thanks.

Oscar, I've got the truck
and I'm rolling along.

OSCAR: We're following you, Steve.

When are you going to
deactivate the reflector?

As soon as I can find
a wide spot in the road.

Good. Check with us
every 10 minutes.

And good luck.

You bet.

I couldn't help it.
It was all arranged with the dispatcher.

You could've refused.
-How?

If I'd done that, they would've
suspected something for sure.

It was all worked out.

It was like they knew something.

They're probably going to have
somebody following him.

Want to earn the money
we already paid you?

Sure.

As soon as we leave,
you follow us for a while...

and then roll his car over
on the highway.

That'll slow down anybody
that's tailing the truck.

Roll over his car?

How am I gonna do that?

I could get k*lled.

You'll figure it out.

Because if we lose that reflector,
you're dead anyway.

You want some help?

No thanks. Everything's fine.

Okay.

[METAL CREAKING]

DR. BRODER VO: If you remove
the transistor...

color coded black with a red dot...

which is at the junction of the input
switch and the third silver diode...

the reflector will work
but will not fuse the b*mb.

Steve, can you hear me?

STEVE: Go ahead, Oscar.

Where've you been?

Had to take care of the reflector.

Did anything happen?
Anybody following you?

No, what's the matter?

They got Dr. Broder.

I thought you were
having her protected.

They grabbed her
before my men arrived.

There's a leak somewhere, Oscar.

Yeah, I'm checking into it.

Steve, maybe I've made a mistake.

Maybe we should've turned
this whole thing over to--

No. This is our best chance
of getting her back. I'm sure of it.

Okay, Steve.

I'll be stopping up ahead
to check in with the dispatcher.

STEVE: Over and out.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Yeah, that's right.
I'm at checkpoint number 6.

Okay, Tom, I'll call you later.

We meet again.

Yeah, so we do, huh?

Easy!

Let's go.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Ah...

What is it, Henry?

'Spect I be needing
a new pair of glasses, Martha.

Beginning to see funny things.

It's getting weaker,
but we've still got him.

[STEADY BEEP]

TRUCK SLOWS DOWN ]

What happened?

Why are we stopping?

DRIVER: Looks like
an accident up ahead.

[SIREN WAILS]

We're coming to the weigh station now.

You got those freight
consignment papers handy?

I wanna make sure we've got the
right answers in case we're asked.

Yup. Got 'em.

WORKER: Truck weight, 7370.

Hey, you're looking better, Cal.
Looking better.

Now how much do you weigh, Zeb?
About 170?

Yeah, about that.

We must be carrying
an extra passenger.

What?

Figure it out.

You weigh 170, right?

According to the scale back there...

we weigh 370 pounds more than
this truck did when it left the factory.

That leaves a guy who weighs
about 200 pounds.

What are you talking about?
Where? How?

I mean the door's locked.
Sealed. I checked it.

I don't know how,
but we've got a passenger.

[WEAK BEEP]

Mr. Goldman.

Yes.

I'm afraid we've lost
Colonel Austin's signal.

That can't be.

It must be your equipment.

It's not our equipment,
Mr. Goldman.

The beeper has stopped sending
out a signal, or it's out of our range.

Get me General Wiley.

Ten hut!

At ease.

The entire area is now sealed off.

Thank you, General.
I'll brief you on where we are.

Colonel Austin, when we last talked to him,
was at this position here.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

[DOOR SLIDES, SHOUTING]

What's going on?

Well, we thought somebody
was back here--

Oh well, get the reflector.

SWENSON: You'll have time for a short rest
before we need your services, Dr. Broder.

DR. BRODER: You don't
think for one moment...

that you can possibly
carry this off, do you?

SWENSON: Yes.

Definitely.

SWENSON: Okay, let's get this
where it will do us some good.

Oscar? Come in, Oscar.

Something's coming in
for you, Mr. Goldman.

Put it on the loudspeaker, Major.

Go ahead, Save.

The man behind it is on your staff:
Ted Swenson.

OSCAR: Swenson!

What's your location?

A hangar at the east end
of Wakefield Airport.

We'll move in right away.

Give me a chance to get Dr. Broder
out of here so they won't have a hostage.

OSCAR: All right, Steve.
We'll give you 10 minutes.

And Oscar, you'd better
shut down this field.

They're probably waiting for a plane.

Will do.

Wakefield Airport.

We'll notify the tower to seal
off the field as we go along.

Move 'em out, Major.

STEVE: Clear! Get away from the door!

Steve? How did you get here?

STEVE: I hitched a ride.
Are you out of the way?

Yes.

Did you take the transistor
out of the reflector?

Yes, Ma'am.
-Oh, good.

[STRONG, STEADY BEEP]

Mr. Goodman.
We're inside the 10 mile range.

We're picking up
Colonel Austin's beeper again.

OSCAR: Thank you, Major.

CAL: Hold it!

What're you doing here?

Well, I came to get my truck back.

If I lose it, it comes out of my check.

If you're involved, then Oscar
Goldman must be right behind.

I think we oughta get out of here.
Get the plane ready.

SWENSON: Come on.

You know I can't figure it.

We gave him enough stuff
to keep him asleep for a week.

[STEADY BEEP]

Zeb, never mind
the pre-flight checkout...

Let's get up.

Connect the reflector, Dr. Broder.

You've got the rest
of the b*mb here.

I know you didn't figure on that, did you?

Connect the reflector, Dr. Broder.

[ENGINES ROAR]

I don't want to hurt you.

[RATCHET WINDS]

SWENSON: All right, Dr. Broder.
Stop stalling.

I know how long it should take
to install a reflector.

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

[PHONE RINGS]

Yes?

I don't care what the tower says.
Take off.

We're too late.

[HYDRAULICS WHIR]

Call Interceptor Command.

Get me any available aircraft.
Air Force, Navy, Marines.

Get a fix from the tower.

Give them the frequency of that beeper
so we can track that jet.

Yes, sir!

General, the reflector is useless.

Colonel Austin removed the key transistor.
I assure you it won't work. It's useless.

That's not good enough for me,
Mr. Goldman.

I can't let them get away
with that reflector.

[ALARM BUZZES ]

[AIR RAID SIGNAL]

[AIR TRAFFIC CHATTER]

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

The b*mb is now operational.

[LOUD BEEPING]

SWENSON: Wait a minute.
Something's wrong.

We've lost the zero adjustment!

You've done something
to the reflector.

PILOT: Bird Dog One to General Wiley.

Have target on scope.



Roger, Bird Dog One.

He has the whole b*mb
on the plane.

Colonel Austin, there's a part missing
from that reflector.

My men suspected that you
were in the back of their truck...

so therefore, you must've been
tampering with that reflector.

So give it to me.

PILOT: Target still on scope.

30 miles and closing.

PILOT: Bird Dog One to General Wiley.

We have made visual
contact with target.

All other interceptors return to base.

PILOT #2: Skyscraper One, Roger.

[JET FLIES CLOSE]

SWENSON: General Wiley.

General Wiley, this is Swenson
speaking from the plane.

Do you hear me?

We hear you.

I assume that Mr. Goldman
is there also.

I'm here, Swenson.

Good. That's very good.

Now listen very carefully.

I'm looking out the window
and I see Interceptors approaching.

Now I'm warning you, Oscar.

I have a fully operational
atomic b*mb on board...

and if you don't call back your
fighter planes, I'll drop it.

Swenson, this is Oscar Goldman.

I wanna speak with Colonel Austin.

Of course.

Call the NASA computer bank.

I want precise wind readings.
Where the least fallout will take place.

He wants to talk to you.

Oscar, this is Steve.

STEVE: The whole b*mb is on the plane.

The reflector fuse is working.

They found the transistor.

And Oscar, do what you've gotta do.

Let me speak with Swenson.

This is Swenson.

All right, Ted.
What do you want?

Nothing from you, Oscar.
Nothing at all.

I've already sold the b*mb.

I just want to be left alone.

Now you either back off or I drop it.

It's that simple.

WILEY: You see I was right,
Mr. Goldman.

We'll destroy that plane when
it reaches the minimum fallout point.

I don't have any choice.

But, General.

Colonel Austin is in that plane.

Isn't there any other way?

I'm very sorry, Mr. Goldman.
There isn't.

They're not turning back.

SWENSON: General Wiley!
Your planes are not turning back.

I'm activating the b*mb.

What's going to happen?

I think they're going to sh**t us down
if Swenson doesn't land the plane.

Why?

Because the stakes are
bigger than you or I.

What can we do?

I'd sit down and fasten
my seat belt.

[SEAT BELT CLICKS ]

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

[WHIRRING]

[BEEPING]

The coordinates, sir,
from the computer.

Get me the interceptor
squadron commander.

General Wiley to Interceptor One.

AIDE: Come in.

PILOT: This is bird Dog One, General.

Your minimal fallout coordinates
are 61-40.

PILOT: 61-40.
Roger.

How long?

PILOT: The plane will pass over
that coordinate in 12 minutes.

You will prepare to launch
your missiles at that time.

PILOT: Yes, sir...

PILOT: Target just went into a dive.

Possible evasive action.
We're staying with them.

Swenson had the only key
to disarm the b*mb.

Show me the b*mb.

PILOT: Bird Dog One to General Wiley.

I read you, Bird Dog One.

PILOT: I'm activating
m*ssile launch procedure.

How long before the b*mb goes off?

About five minutes.

What if I break the lock?

The automatic system takes over.

How long after it's on automatic?



If you can deactivate it,
but that's impossible.

[METAL CREAKING]

[METAL CREAKING]

PILOT: Bird Dog One locked on target.

PILOT: m*ssile estimated
firing time: 60 seconds.

No further communications.

This is Steve Austin.
I have secured the plane.

The b*mb has been deactivated.
Repeat.

The b*mb has been deactivated.
I've secured the plane.

Bird Dog One.
Abort! Abort mission!

STEVE: The b*mb has been deactivated.

Do you read?

Steve? We read you.

How much time did I have left?

About 10 seconds, pal.

All atomic countries agree.

if any nuclear parts are stolen,
all the countries will be notified...

and all shipments
of these parts will cease.

I hope that's good enough.

It's a beginning.

Well, here's to a beginning.

Yes.

Oh, Steve, the things you did on the plane...

and even before that, the way
you knocked down that door...

how do you do it?

Slight of hand, slight of foot.

Really?

Dr. Brody, he fascinates a lot
of women with those tricks.

I, well-- I have to rely on my native charm.

Come on. I can keep a secret.

Oh, I know you can.

And I know you will.

[END THEME MUSIC]