02x22 - Steve Austin, Fugitive

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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]

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello. Mister Goldman's office.

Oh, hi, Mom.
Yeah, I can talk now.

Only isn't Dad getting a little mad
at all these long distance phone calls?

Yeah. Hold on a minute, please.

Yes, sir. Can I help you?
Oh, I'll wait.

Oh, it's not important?

No, go ahead.
I've got plenty of time.

Oh, okay.

Okay, mom. I'm back.

Yeah, the door locks.

Yeah, I got them
in the mail yesterday.

Yeah. Only, Mom, there were so many.

Yeah, mom, I know.

I had the janitor put them on yesterday.

Yes. Yes,
all of them, mother.

Oh, the new job?

Yeah. I love it.
I love it a lot.

Yeah, listen, Mom.
I can't talk right now.

Yeah, okay. Okay.
Call me at home later.

Bye.

Would you tell Oscar I'd like to see him?
Colonel Austin.

Oh, dear.

You're "the" Colonel Austin.

I'm the only one I know.

Oh, golly.

I'm... I'm terribly sorry, colonel.

Um, Mr. Goldman isn't in.

Oh. When do you expect him?

Oh, not for several days.

He's out of the country.

Um, he's with Dr. Rudy Wells...

and they left late last night for London.

That's the message
I got on my desk this morning.


see. Well, it wasn't important.

Oh. That's good.

Hey, did you just start here?

Yesterday.

I'm really excited about it.

I never thought when I got
my master's degree...

It was just a few months ago,
in political science...

That I'd actually be living
political science myself.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, it was nice meeting you,
Ms... uh...

Callahan.

Callahan.

[PHONE RINGS]

Mr. Goldman's office.

Who? Oh, yes.
Colonel Austin!

It's for you.

You can take it
right over there.

Hello?

Steve? This is Charlie Taylor.
You remember me?

I work at Rudy Wells' lab.

Oh, yeah. Sure, Charlie.

Look, I've been calling all over for you.

Steve, I'm in a lot of trouble.

Oh. What's the matter?

I was checking our top secret
records the other day...

and I think some of your
bionic data has been stolen.

Charlie, this shouldn't be
discussed over the phone.

It's either on the phone...

It's either on the phone or you come here.
I'm not leaving my apartment.

Look, did you report this
to your security chief?

I was warned not to.

What?

Someone called me here at home
and said if I mentioned it, I'd be k*lled.

That's why I'm not leaving here.
Charlie...

Steve, I think they're gonna
try to blackmail you.

Blackmail?

Look, I know more about it...

but I'm not gonna get
myself k*lled over it.

Alright, Charlie. I'll be right over.
What's your address?



Apartment 212.

Well. Is he coming?

Right away.

Good.

Listen...

how much you think
the government will pay...

to keep it quiet that
he's a bionic man?

We'll never know.

Huh?

You've been very helpful, Taylor.

But I planned something quite different
than blackmailing Colonel Austin.

[KNOCKING]

Charlie?

[KNOCKING]

Charlie? Charlie, it's Steve.

Charlie?

I can testify that friend Charlie
is quite dead, Colonel Austin.

Stand up.

Slowly.

You k*lled him.

Yes, I did, but not for the record.
For the record, you k*lled him.

[LOUD POP]

Hello? Uh, yes.

I'm calling from 1816 Brewster Street.

And I'd like to report that I heard
two shots in apartment 212.

Yes, I did.

My name?
I just don't want to get involved.

[HANGS UP]

[KNOCKING]
Open up. Police.

[KNOCKING]

Hey.
What's going on?

Somebody heard some shots
coming from this apartment.

The guy on the floor is dead.

I was passing by and I heard the call.

What do you have here, Atkins?

One live one, one dead.

Well, you better call homicide.
Okay.

Portez, you read him his rights?

I don't think he'd understand
what I was saying.

You better put him
in this chair over here.

Right.

I'm Lieutenant Dobbs,
Washington Police.

You have any ID on you, pal?


... ID. Sure.

Have you been drinking,
Colonel Austin?

Um, I'll explain your rights to you...

but in your condition,
it wouldn't be fair.

So, just off the record,
you know who this guy is on the floor?

That's... Ch... Charlie.

Charlie Taylor.

Friend of yours?

We work... same office.

OSI...

Who's your boss over at OSI?

Oscar Goldman.

You sure you haven't had
anything to drink?

Lwas... I was drugged.

Who drugged you?

Man in... Man in a mask.

This masked man,
did he ride a white horse?

DOBBS: Hmm?

He... shot me with...

With a dart.

Where?
Here.

There's no mark.

Homicide's on their way.

Okay.

Uh, look, Colonel Austin...

your presence here
is incriminating.

But you're not the kind of guy that goes
around k*lling people,
know that.

So I'm gonna release you now...

but I do have a few more
questions to ask you...

when we finish our
investigation here.

Portez?
Yes.

Better give him a lift.
Right.

Thanks.

I don't think I'd better drive.

Um, where will you be?

Oscar Goldman's office.

I want the OSI building
put under surveillance.

If Austin leaves,
I want him tailed.

Yes, sir.

[CLOCK TOWER CHIMES]

Charlie Taylor m*rder*d?
By whom?

I imagine, the guy in the mask.

His voice was familiar,
but I can't place it.

Oscar, he set it up to make it look
like I m*rder*d Charlie.

I know this is serious, Steve...

but if the police has implicated you...

I'm sure that they would've
arrested you on the spot.

But, Oscar...

Steve, I know you're in shock,
but trust me...

I'll be back in 48 hours...

and if this thing hasn't
cleared up, I'll take care of it.

Well, there's something else, Oscar.

Charlie Taylor said that some
of our bionic data had been stolen.

Aha. Call George McGoffin.

Have him look into it
and to report to me immediately.

Okay, Oscar.

Steve, I'd come back this minute...

but I'm tied up in these
nuclear arms talks.

The Secretary wants me
and Rudy to advise him on it.

Right.

Say, Oscar...

will you authorize a computer search...

for all the men I've sent to prison
in the past two years?

Alright, fine.
Let me speak to Ms. Johnson.

Ms. Johnson is now Ms. Callahan.

Oh, yes, yes. Ms. Callahan.

I change my secretary
every three months.

I don't even remember
my own security orders.

Yes, sir?

He wants to talk to you.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir?

The computer room.

Yes, sir. I will.

Alright. Now Ms. Johnson...

I mean... I mean, Ms. Callahan.

I want you to help Colonel Austin.

I want you to do anything that he says
if it's within your power.

Take care of him, will you?
Yes, sir. I will.

Goodbye, sir.

He wants me to help you
in any way I can.

Good.

First off, you can start by giving me
your home address and telephone number.

Oh, is that the routine here?

Don't get the wrong idea.

I just might have to get in touch with you
after you leave here tonight.

Oh.
If I'm still free.

Oh, well.

Thanks.

You better get started
on that computer check, huh?

Right away, sir.

It's alright, Ms. Callahan.
You just go on with your business.

Well, you sobered up pretty quick.

I told you I wasn't drunk.

Okay.

Steve Austin, I'm placing you under arrest
on suspicion of m*rder.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to have your attorney
present when we book you.

You gotta be kidding.

Well, you might as well know.

We found your prints
on that m*rder weapon.

And all over that apartment.

Look, I didn't k*ll him.

You can call an attorney
from the precinct office.

Let's go.

Let Oscar know, will you?

Yes, sir.

Keep the faith, Callahan.

[BIONIC EYE SOUND EFFECT]

HOPPER [VO]:
John Hopper.

[BIONIC SOUND EFFECT]

[LOUD CRASH]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Austin, Stop!

DOBBS: Stop!

[GROANS]

[BIONIC SOUND EFFECT]

DISPATCH: Attention all units.

A.P.B. on a Steve Austin.

Male Caucasian,
height six feet, two inches.

Weight 185 pounds.

Light brown hair, blue eyes.

Fugitive is wanted for the m*rder
of a Charles Taylor.

Austin may be wounded...

[GASPS]

Colonel?
What're you doing here?

Well, I can't move very well.

I needed a place to hide.
Someone to help.

How did you get in?

My door is very, very locked.

Window.

But...

Well, Mr. Goldman did ask me to help.

This is all very confusing.

Um, those policemen
took you away in handcuffs...

and now you're here and...

Callahan, come sit down.

Well...

Please.

Now then,
I'm gonna try to explain to you...

what's happened so far.

I certainly wish you would.

It all started with that phone call.

DOBBS: Any response
on that A.P.B. on Austin?

Well, what about the warrants?

Well, find out fast!

[PHONE RINGS]

Dobbs.

This is Jackson. Narcotics division.

I heard Austin got away.

Yeah, he did. So what?

One of our informers
dropped his name.

We just wanted
to check it out down here.

Okay, Jackson. We hear anything,
We'll let you know.

Jackson?

That's when I saw
Hopper's face...

that's why I busted
out of the police car.

How can you be sure that the other man
in Taylor's apartment was Hopper?

Oh, I know the voice I heard
coming from behind that mask.

It belonged to Hopper.

As soon as
get a look
at the computer readouts...

I'll have a lead
on where to look for him.

Colonel Austin, I'm from New England.
Vermont, actually.

My parents were born in New England
and so were their parents.

So I've got three generations of caution
and conservativeness in my genes.

Well, are you bragging or apologizing?

Neither one.

What I'm trying to say is...

is I like you.

And I believe that you're innocent
of k*lling anyone.

But when it comes
to breaking down doors in police cars...

and you climbing up walls
of my apartment building...

Colonel Austin, please forgive me.

I just can't believe all that.

I understand.

There's no hard feelings?

No.

Well, there's something else
I better tell you, Callahan.

I've been shot in the leg.

I'll get some bandages.

Now, wait.
What's your security clearance?

I'm... I'm three.

You're about to be jumped to a six.

I don't understand
what you're talking about.

Take a look.

[ELECTRICAL BUZZ]

Oh, my dear.
I think I'm gonna faint.

Don't go soft on me, Callahan.

But...

STEVE:
Where's that New England courage?

Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna be okay, really.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna deal with it.

I'm okay.

What do you want me to do?

Okay, get me a pencil and paper.

I'm gonna make you a shopping list.

Huh?

Hello, there.

Well, good evening there, ma'am.

Uh, I need some things.

I was just about to close, but uh,
what things you need?

I've got it all written down here.

A soldering iron, three feet of solders,
six quarts crystals...

No, hold on there, ma'am.
One thing at a time.

Let's see, now,
that was a soldering iron...

And, let's see,
we got that little booger right here.

And, let's see, some solder.

How many... how many quartz crystal
was that you wanted there, ma'am?

Six.
Six.

Okie-dokie.

One, two...

You must be making a radio, huh?

No.

A 3-millimeter eliminator cable.

Let me see the rest
of that list there, ma'am.

Sure are a pretty little old thing.

Thank you.

Well, by golly...

It appears to me you're
building nothing short of a robot.

That's right.
How did you know?

That takes care
of the preliminary work.

Give me the tweezers.

And there's the b*llet.

And you felt no pain.

No, but I felt the effects.

See, the b*llet severed
the power cable.

Not getting any output.

To bypass it,
hooked up to a temporary channel.

Give me the clippers.

There. That should do it.

Don't you have to oil it or anything?

No.

That's how you could
get away from the police.

That's right.

That's amazing.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

Oh, hi, Mom.

Yeah, I had a busy day. Yeah.

Oh, the job? Oh, it's very exciting.

Yeah, well, what I mean is,
it's full of surprises.

Yeah. Look, Mom,
can I call you a little later?

I'm in a little bit of a hurry right now.

Yes, I will.

Okay, goodbye, dear.

Oh, Mother.

If you only knew.

But you can't mention this to anyone.

Do you think I would tell my mother?

She would have me back in Burlington,
Vermont, so fast you couldn't believe it.

Good. Now,
what'd you find out about...

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Who... Who is it?

DOBBS:
It's the police. Open up.

I've never been here.

But... Courage, Callahan.

I'm coming.

Ms. Peggy Callahan?
Yes?

That's a search warrant.
We're looking for Steve Austin.

But, why come here?

Well, you and he both work for
Oscar Goldman at OSI, right?

Yeah.

What's all this?
Soldering iron?

Yes. Yes, that's what it is.

You see, I like... I like to make things,
you know?

And sometimes I take clothes
hangers and bend them.

It's really great fun.
Excuse me.

Well, we're sorry to have
bothered you, Ms. Callahan.

But if you should hear from Mr. Austin,
you will let us know, won't you?

Yes, sir.

Let's go, fellas.

Bye-bye.

CALLAHAN: Oh. Oh, my dear.

Thanks, Callahan.

Your arm.
It's that way too, huh?

Yeah.

Those computer
readouts you ordered...

when did they say
they'd be ready?

They're ready.

The only problem is the computer room
won't release them to me...

because my security rating
isn't high enough.

They said they'd hold them in the room
until Mr. Goldman got back.

I'll have to break
into the computer room.

Oh, dear.

That's alright.
Should be closed now and empty.

And locked.
That doesn't bother me.

Oh, yeah.

I'll drive you.
Just let me see if the coast is clear.

You catch on fast, Callahan.

Well, I'm really beginning to enjoy
all this Washington excitement.

Sure beats Burlington, Vermont.

Come on.

Colonel Austin?

Yeah?

What is there in Hopper's file
that's going to help you find him?

Names of friends, family.
Names of restaurants, bars he frequents.

Hmmm.

Where was the man m*rder*d?

In his apartment.

No, I mean where? What address?



Well, that's where I think you oughta go
if you're looking for a lead on Hopper.

In all the detective novels I've ever read...

if you ask the neighbors,
you can usually get a really good idea...

Callahan, will you cool it?

Forget the detective novels.

There's the OSI building.

Thanks, Callahan.

Don't wait.
It might look suspicious.

Won't
see you again?

I'm afraid you will.
Your apartment is still the safest place.

But I'll make it back there on my own.

That's good.

Like I said, I'm really beginning
to enjoy all this.

I'm glad someone is.
See you later.

Bye.



[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah? Oh, yeah, Cap.

No, everything's quiet around here.

Colonel Austin. Yeah, I know.
I got the word.

I sure hope he doesn't
show up around here.

Well?

Well, hurry up.
I'm making cabbage soup.

Um, I wanted to ask you a few questions.

What for?

I'm a reporter.

If you say so.
What do you want?

Well, there was a m*rder
here in this building...

and I wonder if you knew
the dead man, Charlie Taylor.

Sure.

No, everybody lives here,
and dies here.

Did you notice any
suspicious looking visitors?

You mean like you?

Please. This is very important.

Well, so is my cabbage soup.

For Pete's sake.

[BIONIC SOUND EFFECT]

[BIONIC EYE SOUND EFFECT]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Well, thanks a lot anyway.
You've been very kind.

Bye.

Hi.
Hi.

I'm from the Washington Post.

We're here to investigate
that m*rder that took place here today.

Is that a fact?

Yes.

We wondered if you might've seen
any suspicious looking characters...

come to visit the m*rder*d man.

Well, now...

Perhaps if I gave it some thought
I might be of some help.

Say, I just made some fresh coffee.
Would you?

Yeah, thanks a lot.

Come in.
Okay.

Uh, can I get you more coffee?

No, no, thank you.

What I really want is information.

Oh, you newspaper people
are all alike.

Say, does Bruce Hicks
still work for the Post?

Bruce? Yes. Yes, he does.

Wonderful guy.
Do you know him?

Uh, slightly.
Now then, Mister...?

Lewis.

Mr. Lewis.

Uh, can you tell me anything more about
the man you saw visiting Taylor?

Well, there he was.

A rather short, fat man.

Glasses and you can put down briefcase.

Short... fat...

Thinning hair and...

Well, like I said, he came to see
Mr. Taylor several times.

Okay.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Here. I'll see you out.
Always like to help the press.

You've been very helpful.

Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Who is it?

Steve.

You got the file.

Yeah.

Steve, I got some information, too.

STEVE: Oh?

CALLAHAN:
I went to 1816 Brewster Street.

What the devil for?

To see what I could find out.

Steve, I got a really
good description on Hopper.

He's a short, fat, balding man
with glasses. Right?

Wrong. Callahan, I wish you'd stop
doing things on your own.

I don't understand.

I don't see any mention
of him escaping from prison.

STEVE: Oh, no.
CALLAHAN: What's wrong?

STEVE: Says here John Hopper
died six months ago in prison.

CALLAHAN: Died?

Wait a minute.
It still could be Hopper.

But if he's dead.

Another Hopper.
His brother.

STEVE:
You see, Hopper was hired assassin.

It took me a while
to figure it out, but I finally did.

He had a twin brother he'd use
to set up and alibi...

whenever he went out on a hit.

He almost fooled me
with that setup.

While I was tailing his twin brother,
he was setting up a hit.

I'd let the twin brother get away
while I went after the hit man.

Luckily, I got to him in time
and he was sent to prison.

But we never found the twin brother.

You still think he's your man?

I'm sure of it.
Same voice, physique, everything.

At least you know...

Steve, that man, I saw him.

Where?

He's the one I talked to
in Taylor's apartment building.

STEVE: Are you sure?

CALLAHAN: I'm positive.

STEVE: Right in the same building.

Callahan, you gotta drive me
over there right away.

Alright.

Hi, Police Department?

I have a very hot tip for you.

You know the old saying, the criminal
always returns to the scene of the crime?

It was this apartment.

Okay, now.
Thanks, Callahan.

You get back out to your car
and get to your apartment, okay?

Well, can't I just wait
out here in the hall?

Go on.

Scat.

[BIONIC SOUND EFFECT]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[HONKS HORN REPEATEDLY]

[TIRES SCREECH]

OFFICER:
He's up on the roof, Lieutenant!

[BIONIC SOUND EFFECT]

Hi.

DISPATCHER: Attention all units
and units in the vicinity of Kramer Street...

Suspect, Steve Austin,
reported just seen in Tumer’s Junkyard.

Fugitive may be armed...

and should be approached
with extreme caution.

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah?

HOPPER: Austin? Hopper.

I got the number from, uh,
your little girlfriend here.

Hopper, you harm her,
and you're dead.

Well, you're not in position
to tell me anything.

What do you want?

My brother died in prison.
You put him there, remember?

Alright. Take it out on me, not her.

She's my insurance.

My insurance
that you do anything I say.

I'm listening.

There's a park on the corner
of Second and Washington Street.

You know where that is?

Yes.

Be there tomorrow morning
at 7:00 AM sharp.

What's your game, Hopper?

You want her to live?
You be there. It's that simple.

[CLICK, DIAL TONE]

OSCAR: This is Oscar Goldman.

I'll be landing in Dulles Airport in an hour.

I want a car to meet me
and I want the driver of the car...

to have the name of the detective
that's handling the case...

concerning Colonel Steve Austin.

DOBBS: You really expect me
to swallow that?

That there's an exact duplicate
of Austin's hand with his fingerprints on it?

That's right.

Someone stole it and used it to put
Austin's fingerprints on the m*rder weapon?

Exactly.
Mr. Goldman...

Colonel Austin was framed,
Lieutenant.

Will you admit that
that's a possibility?

Okay, suppose that's true.

[PHONE RINGS]

Excuse me.
Lieutenant Dobbs.

Uh, this is Sergeant Jackson
in 5th division.

We just had a run in with Austin.

Where?

In the warehouse district.

He has a g*n
and one of my men was shot.

We chased him into a park on the corner
of Second and Washington Streets.

We'll be right there.

Jackson.

That was Sergeant Jackson.

He says Austin just shot a policeman.

Impossible.

Maybe you better come along.

[BIONIC EYE SOUND EFFECT]

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

Hold it right there, Austin,
or we'll cut you down!

Let me talk with him.

Alright, let's go.

Good thing you didn't
try to escape, Steve.

We've gotta tell him.
The whole story.

And I'm willing to listen.

First, there's something I gotta do.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Fire!

All right, Lazarus. Rise.

It's a good thing your men can hit
where they aim, Lieutenant.

Okay, okay, Austin.

You convinced me it was a setup.
But now where's Hopper?

I spotted him on a warehouse roof
on Second Street.

But you gotta give me time to get
Oscar's secretary out of there.

Listen, Austin...
Trust him. Trust him.

We're wasting time.
He's not gonna let her live. You know that.

Well, since I've gone this far,
you've gotten minutes.

Head down Second Street.

Well, Ms. Reporter...

the story's finished.

What happened?

The police shot him.

Colonel Austin.

They caught him in a beautiful crossfire.

No.

I would really prefer to see him
spend the rest of his life behind bars...

but, I don't know,
to be shot by the police as a fugitive...

well, I'm not complaining.

And now there's the, uh...

the matter of you.

You...
You're gonna have to k*ll me?

Of course.

And they'll again find Austin's
prints on the knife...

They'll think he did it
before he left for the park.

[RUMBLING OUTSIDE]

[LOUD CRASH]

Aaah!

[BIONIC SOUND EFFECT]

[GEARS GRINDING]

[HOPPER YELLS]

Steve!

Take it easy, Callahan.
Everything's alright now.

But you're alive.

Feels great, doesn't it?

Incredible.

We made a duplicate
of Colonel Austin's hand...

for some experiments that we were
doing in space technology.

Of course, we didn't consider what could
be done with it if it had been stolen.

I'm sorry I put you through all that.

No problem.

Thanks very much for your
help, Lieutenant.

Any time.

See you around.

Alright.

We'll see you.

Nice double-talk, Oscar.

Double-talk it is.

Well, you're clear.

And here is your next assignment.

Oh, excuse me.

But I wondered if you wanted me
to make some fresh coffee.

Well, that would be
a wonderful idea, thank you.

Oh, Ms. Callahan...

You've been here
four days now, right?

How do you like it so far?

Oh, I'm sure I'm going to love it
as soon as I learn the routine.

Callahan, never mind the coffee.

You do have a higher
security rating now, you know.

What?
Well, Oscar...

Callahan, here, is a six now.

She qualifies to have a long leisurely
lunch like the rest of us sixes.

Now look, pal.
I've got a ton of work around here.

Well then, do it, Oscar.
Nobody asked you to lunch.

By the way, Callahan,
do you have a first name?

Yes.

[END THEME MUSIC]