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Thank you.

Mrs. Shaw, you have the eyes of Farrah Fawcett and a face like Julie Christie.

Are you okay, Mrs. Shaw? I got scared. I thought it was one of those muggers.

You have problems around here? They tick on the old people. They wait till we

cash our pension checks, then they grab us.

Well, how long has this been going on?

A couple of months.

It's been terrible.

All my friends are scared to leave their homes, even to go shopping.

Has anyone talked to the police about this?

Sure, but there's a big gang of them and it happens so fast.

We can't get any information to the police.

Have you cashed your pension check this month, Mrs. Shaw? Not yet.

Do me a favor. Go cash it, okay?

Okay.

I want you to remember something when you get out of jail, pal.

The old people around here are my friends.

And if I ever hear they have problems again, I'm coming after you. You got

that?

Okay. Okay.

I want the name of every member of your gang.

Look, it's not unusual for Professor Ilsen to stay holed up in there for a

week or so at a time. You said it's been at least three weeks since he last

checked in. Well, it's outfitted with a kitchen area and a sleeping area, so

there's really no need to get excited. There was a need for him to appear at

the Senate hearing this morning.

Well, maybe he forgot.

Come on, Ilsen's not an absent-minded professor.

In any way, he was going to appear at the hearing at his own request.

Dr. Mills, Professor Ilsen does not like to be disturbed.

You have the key?

He does not like to be interrupted when he's working. Blow it.

Yes, sir.

Call

your

security chief.

I want him to get hold of Steve Rogers wherever he is and get him to our West

Coast lab immediately.

Don't touch anything.

Hydrofluoric acid.

Who could have done this?

Looks like Ilsen was trying to tell us.

What we're doing is we're checking out everything that was left behind in

Ilsen's lab, and maybe that way we can figure out what's missing.

There's been no ransom demand. No contact's been made at all. Not a

whisper. And apparently he's been missing three weeks.

Well, what was Ilsen's feel?

He's the head of our biological research bureau and the top microbiologist and

immunologist in the world.

Well, it sounds like it's the case for the FBI.

Except that there's one more piece to this puzzle.

It would appear that Ilsen managed to spill a weak solution of hydrofluoric

acid on this and then wrote on it with his finger. The acid slowly etched

everything but the places his finger wiped.

M-I-G-U-E-L.

Miguel?

The revolutionary?

The man behind the airport slaughter at Copenhagen, the massacre at the World

Cup track meet, and most of the kidnappings and executions of diplomats

all over Europe.

Our investigators think he slipped into this country a few weeks before Ilsen

disappeared. This pretty much makes it conclusive.

Good morning.

Have you checked with Professor Ilsen this morning? Yes.

These are yesterday's figures, aren't they, Kramer?

Might as well be.

Production seems to have ground to a halt.

I see.

Then it seems that Professor Ilsen needs another reminder of the consequences.

Wilson, I have been looking at your production figures, and you are far

behind the quota that I set for you.

I am not running a soft drink bottling plant.

Every measurement must be precise to the hundredth of a gram, and every batch has

to be checked.

And I am not a student in Chemistry 101, Professor.

I know that you've got problems.

I also know that they are not as insurmountable as you make them out to

be. And may one ask, Just where you were looking while the professor's work was

grinding to a halt.

I'm sorry, Miguel. I didn't know about the... Warden Kyle, you idiot.

You make a slip like that outside this room... That's what it would take,

General. One slip. How long do you think you can continue with this masquerade?

Indefinitely.

But you shouldn't think that the cavalry will come riding to your rescue,

Professor, because we intercepted the real Warden Kyle before he left New

Jersey. In fact, I can assure you...

that he will not be turning up here to claim his job.

Someday, someone who knew him will come here.

Maybe. Maybe.

In the meantime, this penitentiary is an ideal headquarters for us.

We have the well-equipped lab that we need, we can send out the supplies and

equipment, and we have perfect camouflage.

Tell me, Professor, who in the world would think of looking for the

famous terrorist?

Miguel, inside an American penitentiary.

And remember, I gave you a production goal.

The lives of 250 people depend upon your meeting that goal.

I'm sure that I've made myself clear.

We have reason to believe these are all pictures of Miguel.

Look, six different men, Simon.

Who is he really?

I mean, what's his background?

Is he really a general?

No one seems to know.

I've heard stories that he's the son of a French count.

De Montre, I think.

Or that he's actually a Dutch physician named Van Houten. Or an Englishman named

Thornton.

Well, what reason could they have for keeping Ilsen if it isn't for the

ransom? We have a hunch that what they want is his most recent research.

And what's that?

He's been studying the possibility of curing what he called the disease of

aging.

A cure for aging?

We could finance ten terrorist organizations.

Except that Ilsen had already abandoned that project as hopeless.

We're not sure that Miguel is aware of that.

Look, we got a good start. Where do we go from here?

Well... Ilsen used a chemical in his research earlier this year that's

unlicensed for import into the United States. The government, of course,

applied it to him legally.

But if Miguel has Ilsen and is forcing him to resume his research, they'll need

more of that chemical.

They'll have to smuggle it in.

The major source of the drug is Ecuador.

A ship, the Buenaventura, was unloaded at Pier 17 last night.

Its captain has a past history of smuggling, and its last port of call was

Ecuador.

Well, I'm going to check out that pier.

I'll see if that chemical's there, and if so, where it goes and who collects

it. It's our only lead.

That chemical could lead us to Wilson and Miguel.

In spite of Wilson's foot dragging,

it'll be comparatively easy to stay on schedule.

The best part of all is that the...

U.S. government will be financing what will ultimately be a world revolution.

I think that a city of around four or five hundred thousand would make the

best target.

There.

In two days, we'll have enough of those aging compound to affect that entire

city. Oh, give them warning, of course.

If they meet our demands, we will prevent the devastation.

A waste of time.

They think it's a bluff.

They're never going to believe that we can really do that.

I think we'll convince them, all right?

We'll send a small sample to the president.

Simon, you're making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Sorry, you seemed absorbed. I didn't want to. My scientific curiosity does

not block out the feel of hot breath on the back of my neck.

You broke down the drugs that you picked up from the ship.

Just finished the analysis.

I've run several tests comparing it with the G87R amino acid Olsen imported

earlier this year.

I'm just double-checking my results.

Olsen's original chemical is the one on the left.

I'd say they're identical drugs.

No question about it. It's the chemical Ilsen uses in his research.

Which means Steve's on the right track.

Let's just hope he can follow that shipment wherever it goes.

What happened to you guys?

Some trouble earlier.

Nothing with custom?

Nah.

Bunch of crazy tried to rip us off. Oh, yeah, I know what you mean. Half the

stuff on these docks gets ripped off before it ever gets unloaded.

Here, you know who gets this.

Tell him thanks.

Come in, Border 3. This is Delivery 1.

We read you, Delivery 1.

There's a green Chevy approaching westbound.

About a mile and a half behind you, but not closing.

Good.

Border 3, give us the signal for the drop.

10-4.

We're close.

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,

Border 3, come in.

Border 3, go ahead.

I'm looking at a big, blonde-headed guy here in the main square in town.

He's not a local.

Looks like he drives a blue van.

When did he come through?

Uh, let's see.

He drove past our checkpoint at 1.20 a.m. You mean he's still in town?

He sure is.

Let Stater know we're on him, will you?

You got it.

Four to three to home base.

Let's check this turkey out.

I think we finally got somebody's attention, Nicholas.

Yeah, but why here?

This is where the cat is.

Cat's got legs. Take it someplace else and paint it.

Well, the truth of the matter is, D. Cliff hasn't been feeling too well

lately.

And I was thinking about having him checked out before we hit the road

again. Yeah, well, Vett's out of town.

Yeah, he's on vacation.

Won't be back for a couple of weeks.

Maybe longer.

Well, it's nothing urgent.

Hey, mister.

I'm trying to tell you nice.

You know how small towns are.

Don't like strangers hanging around.

Oh, uh... You two native sons?

You really can't see that you're not wanted here, can you?

There. Now he can see.

And I can easily fit you with the same prescription.

Not necessary.

Suddenly I've developed 20-20 vision. Okay?

Good.

Cat, mister?

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

Looks more like a barn cat to me.

Where are you two headed?

Well, Bogey Cliff likes it around here.

Thinking about staying a few days and checking into the boarding house.

Well, there's not much in this town to interest the stranger.

I suggest you try Greenwood.

Much more to see.

Greenwood's a dump.

Just another big city.

This is where you'll find all the horse riding trails.

Pete has never been to Greenwood.

You wouldn't like Greenwood, would you, little buddy?

Pete says it's a dump.

Then again, maybe you would.

Maybe you could show me some of those terrific trails, Peter.

I sure would like to go riding with you.

I run a farm with a few hands that I can afford. I need my son's help.

He has no time to be leading trail rides, or I'd appreciate it if you

wouldn't make it any more difficult on him than it already is.

Uh,

something I can do for you.

Uh, not me, him. I think it's a broken coleoptera.

Here, what do you think?

Well,

um, come on. Just not himself lately, Doc.

Come on, he lives well, guy. Come on.

What are the symptoms?

He's short-tempered with strangers, and he limps a little bit.

Busy day.

What is it, cattle epidemic?

It looks like more of a sprain than a break.

I could put a splint on it for you.

No, that's okay.

Oh, no, that won't be necessary.

You might try the animal hospital over at Greenwood. They might make him more

comfortable. I might do that. Thanks a lot.

Are you sure you're on the right track?

Yes, the drugs are dropped somewhere in this area.

Hilson can't be too far away.

Now look, Steve, that note from Miguel has put us in a new ballgame.

We're running out of time.

These people are clams, Simon.

If I press too hard, their shells are going to close even tighter.

Take that chance.

I understand the problem, Steve, but it's life and death now. If you get

anything that might be a lead, you call us immediately.

Right. Listen, if you want to get in touch with me, I'll be at Mrs. Cullen's

boarding house here in Belleville. Talk to you later.

Miguel just made contact.

With whom?

The White House. He's demanding $1 billion immediately.

Oh, the president's representative is on his way out here.

That's it? $1 billion?

No quid pro quo?

Or he'll spread a chemical through a major American city, a chemical that

will cause rapid aging.

How rapid?

His claim is that everyone within range will age at the rate of 38 days per

hour.

That means in about four weeks they'll all have aged 70 years. That's

impossible. Not if Miguel has Ilsen and Ilsen's research. Remember, Ilsen always

said the only way, the intelligent way, to study the aging process was to first

find a way to... To accelerate it.

Think maybe he's done

Hi

there,

how's it going just fine

Guess you two know this area pretty well.

Guess so.

Well, I'm looking for a house sort of off the beaten track.

Like what?

Abandoned farm, old mining area.

A place a guy can go and get away from it all.

Son, from what I hear, you've been asking all over this town today about

some place where you could go to get away from it all.

Is there anything wrong with that?

Maybe you are just an artist looking for a little peace and quiet.

If I was you, right now.

This very minute.

I'd get back in that van of yours and I'd get the hell out of this town.

Ma'am, I'm sorry about what happened at the vet this morning.

I didn't mean to take your boy away from Miss George.

I was rude to you. I'm sorry.

Ma'am?

It's Helen.

What's wrong with this town, Helen? And the people?

Nothing? Why?

Well, everyone I meet either seems angry or afraid.

And they all want me out of here.

We just aren't used to strangers.

You know Dr. Brenner long?

A few weeks.

He just bought out Dr. Crane's practice.

He's not really a vet, is he?

Well, we're all...

Been very satisfied.

Now, you're the only one that seems to have... Yeah, I seem to be the first

person that brought him a four-legged patient.

Look, you can't be too satisfied with a vet that doesn't know that a coliopter

is a common beetle and not a bone in a cat's foot.

Now, who is he? And what the heck's going on in this town?

What's your name?

Steve.

Steve, try Greenwood.

It's a nice town. They've got a great vet.

Please.

Miguel sent a note along with this animal stating it had been given a dose

of the aging formula in case we doubted his ability to make goodies threatened.

How is delivery made?

By public carrier to the White House.

We'll want the name of the carrier, Mr. Bliss. We'll put a trace on it. Well,

whatever you think, of course.

Dr. Mills, all of us on the President's Internal Affairs Committee are deeply

concerned about this.

On the other hand, it has only earmarks of a host.

Now that you brought us this cub, Miguel's claim can easily be verified.

Or disproven. You two are scientists. Do you think such a thing's possible?

Likely, no.

Possible? Yes.

Ilsen has tried to develop just such a formula.

We have no idea if he ever succeeded.

Well, we can run a few tests on this little fellow and have an answer

shortly. You'll have a scientific answer.

You people have it easy.

Two and two always add up.

I have to make a political decision.

Paint Man!

You said you was leaving town!

you will admit we did try to be nice to you.

Yeah, charming.

My friends here tell me they ask you politely to move on.

I guess some people just don't respond to kindness.

Hold it.

Hey, look, I'm a slow learner, okay?

Well, I get your point.

Mind if I collect my thing?

No,

I don't mind.

I'll be back.

Come on.

Please don't do that.

That young man, the artist, we're working him over.

Helen, there are five of them. What can you do?

Swing rush, but the ball game's over.

Why don't you come on back with me?

My lip needs taking care.

How's the leg feel?

Like the New York Yankees used it for batting practice.

I thought I might have to glue you back together.

You don't seem that badly hurt. Oh, I was pretty lucky.

Besides, they got me an invitation to visit you.

Sit down.

Okay.

All I've been hurt is pain.

I'll be right back.

Here, try this.

Thank you.

It was too big for Jerry, but it should fit you.

Must be tough running a farm on your own.

Oh, I'm not really all by myself. I have two hired hands seasonally and a

foreman, and Pete helps.

You're very independent. I like that.

Yeah. Would you like to stay for lunch?

Yes, I would.

I'm going to help Pete with his chores.

Mother's the expert. She won a pile of ribbons for riding.

She still in her competition?

No, not since my dad died.

But I told her once we get the ranch going, she should start up again.

Maybe she just got tired of it.

Yeah, maybe.

My dad told me.

It was my job to look after her and... And what?

That she always used to get.

Like one day at the Dixon horse show.

She was sitting on top of Princess in her fancy riding clothes and smiling

down at us.

And all happy, you know?

Well, that's why I want to get her back into show riding.

Did he wear you out? Not that much to do. Not the way that young fellow pulls

his weight.

Mom! Mom!

Peter, what's the matter?

It's Whitey. He is dead.

Well, that's not Whitey, Pete.

It's him.

Pete had a pet lamb that wandered off a few weeks ago.

Something wrong, young fella?

It's Whitey. He got old and died.

Pete, this is not your pet.

This is an old sheep.

Now, Whitey will come back.

Now, come on. Pete, come on.

You go on inside and wash up for lunch, huh? Come on. I don't want lunch.

Come on.

Wharton Kyle's office.

Hold on.

It's Stater.

That artist has been nosing around the Moore Ranch and the kid showed him a pet

lamb that died of old age.

In a couple of weeks.

Stater? Miguel?

Is there any chance that he believed that boy?

He's no wandering artist, Stater. He's too intelligent and too inquisitive for

that.

Now, you listen to me.

Under no circumstances is this Mr.

Rogers to leave that town.

I got a lot of answers.

When do I get the questions?

Oh, just one answer will do, Mr. Rogers.

We'd like your version of these assault and battery charges that have been

brought against you by five persons.

I attacked five men.

Yes, sir.

At least that's what it says here.

I don't like this, Taylor.

He's safe where he is.

Safe isn't good enough. I prefer dead.

Yes, sir.

I want to talk to Rogers.

I mean, there's not a mark on them.

It's almost as if somebody bent them by hand.

I can't understand this.

I've been here all the time.

Border 3, attention, Border 3.

Border 3, go ahead.

Captain America just broke Rogers out of jail. He's headed north on 401.

Don't let him get by you. Call in your reserves.

We can block him at the Brine Dam. He'll be trapped on the roadway.

You shoot him on sight.

He's probably going to try to jump your Jeeps.

That's impossible.

Don't be so sure.

He can do just about anything with that damn motorcycle of his.

10-4.

This is Border 3. Come in, Border 1.

on the dam.

That's it.

He can't make that stretch.

Good.

There's no question, Simon.

Miguel's claim is exactly accurate.

The cub is aging at a rate of 38 days per hour, or almost a thousand times

normal.

Meanwhile, I'll step up experiments on an antidote to the aging formula.

But I need time, Simon.

Do you think you can stall him? I don't think Miguel's the kind of man we can

stall.

progress on the antidote?

We're still in square one.

Well, we have no choice but to call Miguel's bluff and wait for his next

move.

Mr. Bliss, his notes said the next demonstration would be on a major

American city, and we're telling you he has the means.

Once again, Doctor, you've come to a scientific determination.

A political decision is much more complex.

Are you saying that you're prepared to advise the President... No, the

President has already given me his orders.

When that so-called General makes contact again, I'm to inform him that

the United States government will not deal with terrorists.

Thank you, Mr. Bliss.

Tell them in the aircraft to repeat his plan.

Is that a letter?

Looks like skywriting. I haven't seen that for about 15 years.

That's pretty, isn't it?

What? That's smoke.

Aren't you going to smile?

Hey, wait a minute. What?

Look what's happening.

I mean, I've never seen skywriting break up like that. Maybe it's just the wind.

Well, look at it. It's not blowing away. It's falling.

Whatever it is, it sure smells nice.

Drop it.

Yeah. What is this?

Okay, tune that radio to Citizen's Band and give the folks the good news.

Breaker, breaker.

This is Skyrider. Attention, citizens of Portland.

You are at this moment breathing a gas that causes extreme rapid aging in

humans. The antidote is available to your government for a price.

We were advised to contact the authorities immediately.

It is now about 15 hours since we received the lion cub.

There's no longer any doubt, Mr. Bliss.

This is no bluff.

The animal in those 15 hours has aged about a year and a half. That was the

governor of Oregon. He verified the report that a gas has been dropped over

the city of Portland.

Miguel has raised the ante to two billion.

But what action do we take?

How do we know he has the antidote? What a guarantee.

Guarantee. Sir, if you had been walking on the streets of Portland about a half

hour ago... It's for you, Mr. Bliss.

Yes. Around now, you are probably wondering about my ability to deliver

the antidote. So I have arranged for one of my associates to leave a small amount

of it in your hotel room.

That was Miguel.

He's delivered a sample of the antidote.

Good. We'll start running an analysis immediately.

That's it for chromatography.

And you've tried the spectrophotometer.

Dr. Faris, this doesn't give us the true analysis either.

What does all that mean?

Exactly how it sounds. We're unable to break down the composition of the

antidote, which means we can't duplicate it.

Which also means we don't know if Miguel's antidote really works.

That's right.

I've arranged for Dr. Day to take it to Portland for testing on one of the

victims. Well, not so fast. How can you trust a terrorist?

This could be poison.

Shouldn't you try some animal experiments first?

There isn't time.

I'll test it myself on the way to Portland.

You know the whole town's been looking for you?

I hid my van in your barn.

Have you heard what happened in Portland, Helen?

I think the source of that poison comes from around here.

That's what happened to Peter's lamb, isn't it? Oh, that's ridiculous.

Peter was mistaken.

We're not just talking about a lamb, Helen. We're talking about people's

lives, thousands of human lives.

The whole population of Portland's going to age one week when you stand here

making that coffee.

There's nothing I can do about it.

What about the next time?

Something goes wrong with the antidote. And the next, and the next.

These are terrorists, Helen.

They don't care what happens to innocent people along the way.

Look, you care and so do I.

Don't you understand?

Portland's just the beginning.

No, Steve.

Portland isn't the beginning.

Belleville was.

And it was Peter's land that died.

How old is it, really?

Just over three weeks.

What happened?

About three weeks ago, a helicopter flew low over this area, spread a heavy mist

over the entire town.

The aging drug, you were exposed to it? Everybody in town was.

But if that was three weeks ago... They've been giving us an antidote.

Well, then you're cured.

They only cure the animals.

Pete's lamb wanted away that day. That's why he didn't get his shot.

The rest of it, you get a tiny dose from Brenner every few days.

Only enough to keep the aging effect dormant.

And they're going to withhold that if any one of us breaks the silence.

But why? What reason could they have to do such a thing?

I don't know.

I only know it's been a nightmare.

Tell me where the laboratory is, Helen.

I can end that nightmare.

I can't.

We don't have any idea where they are.

Someone once tried to follow Brenner, but they have sentries posted at every

route out of town.

When do you get your next antidote shot?

Tomorrow.

Brenner usually leaves town for a few hours a day before.

Probably to pick up the antidote. Then he'll be going there today.

I told you he can't be followed.

I got a better idea.

His car's still there.

Look, you wait. I'm going to go get the odometer reading, okay?

He's coming out of the house.

How's your memory for numbers, Peter?

Better than Duke Williams.

Well, what is it, Peter?

Well, we have this Mayor Dutchess.

Yes, yes. Yes, Peter.

And, well, will you help Dutchess deliver?

Well, uh, when will that be?

About June 9th.

I'll see what I can do.

I knew I could count on you, Dr. Brenner.

Bye.

We're in luck, Dr. Day. We happen to have a pair of young, identical twins in

perfect health.

And they've both been exposed to the aging gas? Yeah.

They broke into a fine mist, spread everywhere in the city, including this

hospital. Right in here.

What's the procedure?

I'm going to inoculate only one of these twins with the antidote.

You're sure it's safe, Doctor?

Yes, I...

It's been tested on a human subject.

Within an hour, if the tested twin is about a month younger than her sister,

we'll have positive proof that the antidote works.

Dr. Stevens, Dr.

John Stevens to ICU staff.

It appears that the antidote works. When will we get more of it?

That's in Captain America's hands now.

What stories you're going to be able to tell, Millicent?

Imagine having a twin sister who's a whole month older than you are.

So far.

Wait till he gets inside, and then keep him there as long as you can, okay?

Great. Don't forget your hat. Nearly everyone in town knows you.

There's an old deserted homestead about 50 miles northeast.

No good.

It's got to be about 42 or 43 miles away.

What do you make of this?

We all know this weed.

It's a menace.

Chokes out all the other vegetation.

But it's more likely to be found in the southeast area, right around here.

Smells like new tar.

Are there any new roads in that area?

Yeah,

they've been repairing the potholes on this road leading to Barrow Bay.

Right here.

Barrow Bay. The federal penitentiary? Yeah.

43.

That's it.

Anything else you can tell me?

Not really.

Except I read that they appointed a new warden about a couple of months ago.

A couple of months ago, huh?

And maybe he's the man I should be talking to.

Can you show me a back road out of Belleville?

Steve, I really want this horrible nightmare to end, but I don't want you

to get hurt.

frankly, really good.

I said he was dead.

Well, let's make sure this time.

You go to the lab and you get the professor to give the biggest dogs an

overdose of the aging compound and then you let them loose in the corridor. No,

Elton won't do that. Well, then you do it.

Use the spray. It'll be faster. And make sure it is a triple dose.

Okay.

Oh, my God!

Have you talked to Stater?

Yeah, he'll meet you at the arranged spot with a helicopter in 18 minutes.

Good. Now, you do whatever you have to do, but you stop Captain America. I must

not the collar.

No, he won't get past that. Is that all of it? Yeah, it's every drop. The aging

formula and the antidote. Well, destroy the rest of the supplies. We can't have

our friend in there undercutting our prices with a cheap batch, can we?

Right. Now, we'll go out to the hospital kitchen. The dogs are in the corridor.

Ah! Ah!

All the guards Miguel's? Only a few. The rest believe he really is Warden Kyle.

I know they forced you to cooperate.

To withhold the antidote from all the people in Belleville the minute I stop

working.

Where's the antidote? In the lab.

It's gone.

Warden Kyle is leaving Eastgate.

Thank you.

I can't come over there. Come on.

You move well, General.

Too late, General.

I have your exact position now.

You're 20 yards north and 30 yards west of me.

Give up, General.

To whom?

An unarmed man?

You didn't expect to fool an old jungle fighter with a boomerang trick like

that, did you?

Doesn't matter, General.

There's nowhere to go. No general expects to win every battle.

A clear line of retreat must always be a part of his plan, and that is mine.

It's a shame, really, because in any other circumstances, we might have been

friends. I doubt that, General.

Too late, Tater.

He died of old age waiting for you.

I just hope this works.

Elton thinks it will.

Besides, we haven't got much choice, Simon.

There's not enough time to make up individual shots at the antidote.

How big a dose of the aging formula did you get?

Very little.

Not enough for the side effect.

Ilsen got that age about three weeks.

Minor flesh wound in the service of your country.

The people of Portland have all aged about ten months.

Well, there they are.

Looks like they got the governor's message.

Okay, let's not waste any time.

Have you found a pet to replace Whitey yet, Pete?

Nah, I don't need one.

Pets are for kids.

Taking care of someone is a grown-up responsibility, Pete.

That's why I thought you might like to take care of Toby.

But I said I don't need one.

Think he'll make a good trail dog?

Sure do.

Can I take a look yet?

It's not quite finished. We could have a sneak peek.

What's the matter? Don't you like it? Never heard you so quiet.

I like it all right.

Because it has that special look I told you about.

How'd you do it?

Pete.

I just paint what I see.