The Bionic Woman

90 miles an hour. He was the fastest animal alive.

He doesn't like you, does he?

And I'm not about to get near that bionic jaw.

Rudy's afraid Max is experiencing bionic rejection.

And he thinks this can happen to me.

Lady, your dog's tearing your car apart.

Call security and meet me down at the jeep right away. We've got to get that dog.

I'm going to put him away. I have to do that autopsy.

Well, what are you gonna do when I start to reject?

Are you gonna put me away, too?

That enough?

Enough? You just started.

How much longer?

40 seconds.

I need at least a minute to run a cardio-vascular check.

In a minute I could be dead, Rudy.

Why don't I do it with my bionic arm? Or I could jog in place for you.

Jog in place? Yeah.

Sure, your atomic-powered bionics don't exactly strain your heart.

Now just keep going.

Okay, that's it.

Hallelujah. How'd I do?

Not very well, I'm afraid. You're...

Probably just out of shape.

Out of shape, huh?

Does this look like a woman out of shape to you, hmm?

Put it down.

Boy, are you irritable.

What do you mean "probably"? Is there anything wrong with me?

Just that you run a bigger risk of bionic rejection if you're not in good health.

Now, it's my job to keep your bionics in shape.

But it's your job to keep the rest of you that way.

You got it?

Yeah, I got it.

I got time to take a shower before the next test?

Uh...

Oh, come on, I'd smell a lot better.

Okay, well, make it fast. Oscar's meeting us in the audio lab in half an hour.

I will jog all the way. Bye.

Come on, Max, Jump over it, boy, Come on.

Give up, Crosby, He's wasting our time.

I wish they'd just put him to pasture,

Yeah, well they can't do that, can they?

Maybe that's why they're talking about putting him away.

Come on, dog, Jump.

Come on, dog, get on your feet and jump.

Hey, stop that.

What in the world are you doing to that dog?

The bar's gotta be eight feet high.

Who are you? How did you get in?

My question first, please.

Uh, lady, you wouldn't understand.

Besides that, this is a Grade 6 area. So why don't you leave?

I happen to be a Grade 6.

Do you have any idea how obnoxious those whistles of yours are?

I ought to report you guys to the ASPCA.

Lady... Poor baby.

What's going on here, huh?

Why are you doing this to him? He can't jump over that.

Or can he?

Maximillian.

A mill...

You're a bionic dog.

Lab animals are a fact of life in research science, Jaime.

It's thankless, it's sometimes inhumane, but necessary.

Max was critically injured in a chemical lab fire six years ago.

Atragic story but a happy ending.

Rudy was testing his bionic prototypes.

And Max was just the strong-willed animal that we were looking for.

Oh, boy.

It's a simple case of being in the right place at the right time.

Just like me.

Not quite, babe.

Max only cost a million.

Yes, I know, Max-a-million.

Was I that obvious? I thought it was a good idea.

What's he doing? Watch.

Oh my... A bionic jaw?

Yeah, well, we figured that was one piece of equipment you'd never need.

Hey, Dr. Wells...

But every other bionic part, except Steve's eye and your ear, was tested on Max first.

In away, you owe him your life.

Well, why wasn't I told about him?

As our first bionic creature, Max was our...

Well, our early warning system.

Every bionic problem that you or Steve had, he had first.

If you knew that he was alive, that he was around,

and he had some kind of malfunction,

you would've thought that maybe it'd happen to you.

Well, Oscar, you know me better than that. I would want to know.

Jaime, we were only trying to protect you.

This was shot five years ago. Watch.

Oh.

Ooh.

90 miles an hour. He was the fastest animal alive.

What do you mean, "was"? Why was that trainer talking about putting him away?

Oscar?

Come on. I want to show you something.

Here's his dietary chart.

Psychological profile.

Cardio-vascular graph.

There's more.

Okay, I get the picture. So?

For the past two weeks, Max has taken a nosedive in every measurable way.

It's as if something snapped.

For the last year he's been acting kind of lazy.

But we've attributed that to maturity and age.

This is something else.

I remember the time when we could hardly contain him.

A bionic dog's etiquette isn't always up to par.

If he wanted to get out,

believe me, we had a tough time stopping him.

That's why we built this kennel. Solid titanium.

Cost almost as much as he did.

Now, a match box could hold him.

It's that bad, Jaime.

Rudy hasn't been able to hang it on to anything either.

Until yesterday.

Well, what is it?

Rudy's afraid

that Max is experiencing a new kind of bionic rejection.

Something that builds up over the years.

It comes with age.

Oh my God.

That's why he was so upset this morning about my health?

I mean, he thinks this could happen to me, huh?

Is that what this is all about?

Well, Max, looks like you and I are in this together, huh?

Rudy thinks it may be a new kind of bionic rejection,

One that comes with age.

Rudy thinks it may be a new kind of bionic rejection,

A new kind of bionic rejection,

Rejection,

It can't be rejection.

It just can't be.

"Maximilian, sire and dam unknown,

”Donated for laboratory use at the age of four months,

"Burned in lab fire.

”Goldman bionic authorization, jaw, four limbs,

”Dr, Rudy Wells and... ”

Let's see, hmm, no sign of early rejection at all.

Huh.

”For the last four years, subject confined to West Coast lab kennel for observation. ”

Confined for four years? My God!

That poor dog. [don't believe this, four years?

You're not a doctor, Jaime.

You're making a diagnosis without any facts to substantiate it.

I'm making a diagnosis on personal experience.

Rudy, I know what it's like to reject bionics.

And believe me, you don't want to lie around all day like Max does because it hurts.

It's painful.

He could be in pain.

Oh, come on. Does that look like a dog in pain to you?

All right, Dr. Sommers. But can you give me another reason for Max's behavior?

One that fits the facts?

Yes.

Max has lost his will to live.

That's ridiculous.

Why is it ridiculous? Look at the life he lives.

But he's had the best of everything.

The best of what? Cages?

Look at this place, it's appalling. It looks like the inside of attn can, Rudy.

Last night I read that he hasn't been out of here for four years.

I mean, don't you ever take him for a walk?

We used to, until he broke loose one day.

He ran 18 miles before we could catch him.

Seems he didn't want to return to the kennel.

Where he was probed and prodded by scientists from all over the country.

Can you blame him? Would you want to come back here?

Jaime, we're not talking about a normal dog.

But the point is, Max is atop secret project. If he got out...

Rudy, wait a minute.

Max went for you, Rudy, when you walked over to the cage.

Now, you jumped back. I saw you.