Original subtitles

( David Bowie's "Golden Years" playing )

♪ Gold b-b-b-baby ♪

♪ Don't let me hear you say ♪

♪ Life's taking you nowhere ♪

♪ Angel ♪

♪ Come b-b-b-baby ♪

♪ Run for the shadows ♪

♪ Run for the shadows ♪

♪ Run for the shadows In these golden years ♪

♪ I'll stick with you baby ♪

♪ For a thousand years ♪

♪ Nothing's gonna touch you ♪

♪ In these golden years ♪

♪ Gold ♪

♪ Golden years ♪

♪ Golden years ♪

♪ Gold whop whop whop ♪

♪ Golden years ♪

♪ Gold whop whop whop ♪

( tranquil theme playing )

( labored breathing )

All right.

( labored breathing )

( sighs )

All right, here we go.

How you doin', Rick?

I'm doin' good. You?

Fine.

I like the spring.

I think I want to die in the spring

when the whole world is celebrating the fact

that life keeps going on.

You're a little young

to be thinkin' about punching out, Harl.

( exhales ) I'll be 71 come November 28th.

That's not too young. Heh.

Yeah.

( scoffs )

You'll bury us all.

Eh, you wanna sign in?

Do I have any choice?

Not on this ship you don't.

COMPUTER VOICE: Good morning, Mr. Williams.

Please press enter.

( scoffs )

Machines that say "please" make me nervous.

( beeps, jingles )

Enter thumbprint, please.

( high-pitched beep )

Thank you, Mr. Williams.

Guess I'm still me.

Have a good one, Rick.

WOMAN ( on PA ): Falco employees are reminded to take their cars

through the disinfectant wash at the end of each day.

Thank you.

( ominous theme playing )

( sneezes )

Tell me when you're clear across the board.

I will, Dr. Toddhunter.

He's like a kid on prom night.

Yeah, with Uncle Sam's car.

REDDING: Two billion dollars

for a blind date with a virgin particle accelerator.

The least he can do is buy us a corsage.

JACKSON: Hey, enough already. Get serious.

You know what we're playing with here.

I know it. And you know it.

I just wonder if he knows it.

( squeaks )

Soon.

( machine whirring )

COMPUTER VOICE: Voice identification, please.

HARLAN: Harlan Williams.

Tech number 10884.

Custodian third.

Just like yesterday.

Thank you, Mr. Williams.

( breathes deeply )

Uh-oh.

It's a secondary override.

I know what it is.

JACKSON: Dr. Toddhunter.

What is it?

I've got a red light on a secondary override.

Now you've done it, Ollie.

Shut up.

Dear God.

( squeaks )

Dr. Toddhunter, I--

Be quiet!

Gentlemen, we have a green board.

JACKSON: Well...

I'm sorry, sir, but we don't.

For the record, sir, we have a red light

on secondary override delta.

Secondary delta override is fine.

We have a green board, I tell you.

But Dr. Toddhunter, you can see for yourself--

Shut up, Redding.

You're an intern.

That means you keep your eyes open

and your mouth shut.

Understand?

Yes, sir, Dr. Toddhunter.

Dr. Toddhunter, the regulations--

This is a secondary override switch, Jackson.

TODDHUNTER: Do you follow me?

There.

You see?

It's a bad wire in the go-no-go.

Probably 29 cents worth of trouble. No more.

Yes, but the regulations--

I know the damn regulations, Jackson.

There, you see the light flicker green when I tap it?

Is this a symptom one would associate

with a faulty go-no-go?

Do you believe I just might have a point here?

Yes, I agree.

Chances are 99 in a hundred

you've got a faulty switch.

For the record,

I am willing to accept full responsibility

for proceeding as scheduled.

Well, that's fine, sir,

but we're dealing with an untested process here

that requires a great deal of power,

and--

Very well.

We'll abort.

But in my report of this particular Gold Series test--

This Gold Series non-test, I should say.

--I'll be careful to spell your name right,

Dr. Jackson.

Very well.

Back to work.

HARLAN: Fourteen.

Twenty-three.

And two.

( clears throat )

It's, uh, 32, 32, not 23.

Hey, Harlan, how you doin'?

( sighs )

U-u-uh, fine, uh, uh, Billy, um,

ahem, how are you?

I signed up for this mail-order taxidermy class.

Figured I could practice

on all them animals zapped by the fence.

People pay good money for well-mounted specimens.

That's what the book said.

That's good, Billy.

Uh, everybody should have a hobby.

Hey, we're still gonna do the floor

in the rec area, ain't we?

I got the seal.

Uh, sure. Uh, uh, yeah, we are.

I opened the windows like you said.

You know, 'cause of the fumes.

Good, Billy, that-- That's good.

( machine powers up )

Sounds like the mad scientist

finally got it workin'.

Whatever it is.

You want me to wait for you?

( stammers ): Uh, I'll, uh--

I'll see you there.

See ya.

WOMAN ( on PA ): Harlan Williams.

This is for Harlan Williams, 10884.

Please locate.

Williams here.

Uh, employee locker room, Level 4.

Please report to Administration immediately.

Soon as I finish changing.

Thank you.

It is just a light, Tommy.

Fine. It's the light.

Scientific history, gentlemen.

You were here in the year zero.

Correction, ground zero.

Not funny.

Not trying to be.

( labored breathing )

( clears throat )

Hello, Mrs. Rogers.

Uh, y-y-you wanted to see me?

Major Moreland wants to see you.

Major Moreland?

Immediately, Mr. Williams.

( scoffs )

Yes, sir.

( somber theme playing )

( knock at door )

Come.

( clears throat )

Major Moreland?

Sit down, Williams.

What did you wanna see me about?

This.

Uh, I-- I don't understand.

It means that when you took your last physical,

you flunked the eye test.

Your vision is now below the levels

set by the Department of Defense

for civilian workers.

How much below?

Just over 6 percent.

Six percent?

Falls outside the acceptable range,

so I'm afraid--

I'll get new glasses.

It wouldn't matter.

You're 71, you know.

Seventy.

( laughs )

Mr. Williams,

your vision is deficient

even with the glasses.

The regulations on this point are perfectly clear.

You're damn right they are.

That's why you haven't seen the end of it.

What do you mean?

I mean I can read.

I follow all the employee updates.

I can retake the eye examination

if I want to.

Retake the eye exam, by all means.

Be my guest.

No, I don't need to be your guest.

It's the law.

Ah, yes.

"The law."

Commence...

primary sequence, gentlemen.

What if it's not just the light?

Go on, Tommy.

Go on.

In three,

two,

one.

Initiate.

( machine powering up )

( mice squeaking )

TODDHUNTER: Take it to the next sequence.

Go on, Tommy.

( squeaking )

More power than a supernova.

God help us if it goes wrong.

Nothing's gonna go wrong.

( metallic whine )

( mice squeaking )

Touch in the next sequence. Right now!

( melancholy theme playing )

( cackles )

Dr. Toddhunter,

I've got reds on primary overrides.

JACKSON: Dr. Toddhunter!

( crackles, pops )

Overload.

Dr. Toddhunter, overload across the board.

Shut it down.

He's on another planet.

Shut it down!

You wanna die?

Shut it down!

No response on the primary.

We burned out buses as well as override.

JACKSON: Shut it off now. Pull the plug.

Don't do that.

Do you know how long it will take

to power up again?

Don't you get it?

This place is gonna go sky-high.

Help us for God's sake, you son of a bitch!

REDDING: Well, now you've done it.

Calling him names. We're fired for sure.

( alarm sounding )

( alarm continues )

( metallic whine )

( grunts )

( groans )

No need to panic.

MORELAND: Everyone, remain calm.

Stay at your stations.

( alarm blaring )

I think we got it.

I think maybe we did.

( sighs )

( sighs )

( sighs )

( sighs )

Wait a minute.

( sighs )

( both sigh )

( both chuckle )

( machine powers up )

( old radio playing )

MAN ( on radio ): A local news bulletin.

A grain silo exploded

at Falco Plains Agricultural Testing Station.

A spokeswoman for the facility said there was little damage

and no injuries.

An update on the hour.

( ringing )

WOMAN: Falco Plains.

Hello, I'd like to speak--

We're sorry, all of our circuits are busy.

( sighs ) Please try again later.

Thank you.

( dog barking )

( doorbell buzzes )

WOMAN: Mrs. Williams?

GINA: Yes?

I'm Terry Spann,

head of security at Falco Plains.

May we come in?

Is my husband all right?

I heard on the radio.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Only you and your husband live here?

Yes.

Is my husband all right?

All I know is that he was injured in an accident.

Please, Mrs. Williams, we'd like you to come with us.

No.

I'm not going anywhere until you tell me

what's happened to Harlan.

SPANN: I don't know all the details.

I was told to come get you,

bring you to the hospital.

But don't you know--?

Can't you tell me if--?

Is--?

Is Harlan dead?

Do you have a purse?

( clock chimes, ticks )

I want this place wired.

Tonight.

All right.

WOMAN ( on PA ): All emergency personnel

must report to Annex M for safety wash

before leaving the facility.

Thank you.

( squawks )

PRIVATE: Lieutenant McGiver, we've got a body over here.

McGIVER: Is it Dr. Jackson or Dr. Redding?

I ca-- I can't tell, sir.

All right. Bag him.

( tense theme playing )

Holy mother. The power's still on.

What are they trying to do, blow us up?

The panel's over there.

What's your reading?

It's negative radiation, sir.

That wasn't what they were playing with.

What were they playing with?

Non-lethal, biological material.

Then why are we wearing these freakin' suits?

Well, you can take yours off

if you'd be more comfortable, private.

( laughs )

Let's spread out.

There's another one in here somewhere.

( mysterious theme playing )

( squeaks )

Come here, little fella. Come here.

Here, sir.

I found this.

Maybe he can tell us what happened.

Take him to the clean room.

They'll want to run some tests.

PRIVATE: Over here, Lieutenant McGiver, I've got a live one.

McGIVER: Who is it?

PRIVATE: It's Dr. Redding, lieutenant.

How do you know?

I found his ID tag.

( haltingly ) Secondary delta override.

( coughs, gurgles )

We had a no-go light.

Dr. Toddhunter...

What about Dr. Toddhunter?

REDDING: Can't quite hear you, man.

What about Dr. Toddhunter?

Told us to go ahead anyhow.

Ordered us.

I want to make absolutely sure I'm understanding you, mister.

You had a red light,

and Toddhunter told you to go ahead anyway?

Ain't that a bitch?

That's affirmative.

Alert the hospital, soldier.

We have a possible alpha one hazard.

( martial drum theme playing )

WOMAN ( on intercom ): General Crewes,

I've just received word

that Ms. Spann's car

is approaching the gate.

ALL: Whoa.

( honks )

Smart girl.

WOMAN ( on PA ): Infirmary personnel,

emergency procedure 721A is now in effect.

I'll arrange a room for you if you like.

A room? What for?

You might wanna spend the night.

Right now, all I want is to see my husband.

Well, why don't you sit down over there,

and I'll see what I can find out.

What's the situation here?

Never used to be able

to sneak up on you like this, Terry.

That her?

How's her husband?

Mrs. Williams,

I'm the boss here, General Crewes.

This place is my responsibility.

Would you please sit down?

Relax, Mrs. Williams, your husband's alive.

( sighs )

Now there's nothing for you to worry about.

This is a first-rate little hospital.

Your husband's getting the best of care.

How bad is it?

Nothing serious.

Can I see him?

Mrs. Williams,

would you excuse us for a moment?

General Crewes.

You wanna level with me?

About what?

I get an emergency call

on my way to Washington.

What's going on?

Look, there's really nothing to say.

This is great, Louis.

I tell the press we've got a grain-silo explosion,

and you've got guys running around

in doomsday suits.

We're running some tests.

So far, there's nothing to worry about.

We're just playing it safe.

Okay?

You sure?

Trust me.

( tense theme playing )

You all right?

You need something?

I'm looking for the bathroom.

It's that way.

CREWES: Mighty.

Stop her!

SPANN: Wait. Wait.

Stop.

Is it safe?

CREWES: Don't move. I'll check.

( beeping )

Harlan?

Can you hear me?

It's me.

Gina.

HARLAN: Over here.

You're not allowed in here.

Oh, Harlan.

I'm all right.

( sniffles )

Oh, my sweet.

I'm fine.

What is wrong with my husband?

Nothing, Mrs. Williams.

Nothing at all.

Why don't you buzz him, and let him know I'm waiting.

He knows you're here, Dr. Toddhunter.

When the general wants you,

he'll buzz you.

He's the only guy that knows what we've got.

Great.

Where do they find these lunatics?

I think he's from Stanford.

SPANN: All right, tell me what you do know.

( sighs )

Last year, before you came on board,

the DSA dropped two black-budget projects

in my lap.

The Gold Series was given

carte blanche.

Toddhunter runs it.

It had some military application.

What exactly, I'm not sure.

That's all I know.

So, what's the green stuff?

You'll have to ask him.

SPANN: How do we know if he's telling the truth?

( beeps )

This is how.

Arlington gave me the clearance

to open the file.

Jonah,

tell the doctor

we'll be a few minutes more, and I appreciate his patience.

JONAH: Yes, general.

( upbeat theme playing )

This makes me hungry.

I thought it would.

( EKG beeping )

That's the stuff that came out when the lab exploded.

God had his hand on you, Harlan.

( scoffs )

God ran over me.

Somebody did.

Knocked me over trying to get away.

That's why I was in the hallway when the lab blew.

If I made it inside,

I'd be looking like my friend over there.

You've always been lucky.

Hm. Yeah.

It's a lucky man who gets blown up and fired

all in the same day.

Fired?

I flunked the eye exam on my last physical.

Maybe it's time you thought about retiring.

I am not ready to hang it up yet.

I got a right to retake that eye exam and I'm gonna.

All right.

A man's got to have his work.

All right.

Let's talk about this later.

Mr. Williams,

I need to wash the rest of you now.

( sighs ) Fine.

Wait a minute, uh,

you're not gonna wash up there, are you?

Yes.

( scoffs )

Excuse me, but, uh, there's some things

I'm sort of used to washing myself.

I can get the male nurse if you'd be more comfortable.

N-n-no, no, that's--

It's all right. Don't do that. I, uh--

You give me the sponge, I-I-I'll manage.

I'm afraid there's some places you can't reach.

( grumbles )

Guess it's you and me, then.

I'll handle this.

No, it's all right, Mother.

She, uh-- She's trained to do it.

I think I've had more experience cleaning up dirty old men

than this young thing.

Will you excuse us?

Call if you need any help.

Don't scrub so hard.

Sorry.

You always had the funniest legs.

And am I glad to see them again.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

( sobs )

I love you.

( sighs )

I don't appreciate being kept waiting.

I don't have time to waste.

I should be in my laboratory now,

assessing the damage.

Well, we won't be too long, Dr. Toddhunter.

Just wanna ask you a few questions.

I assume there's going to be a formal inquiry.

Why should I repeat myself?

This is sort of an informal inquiry.

Thought you'd be more comfortable

talking about it with us

instead of to a room full of bean counters.

Why this woman is attending this meeting is beyond my--

My comprehension.

Well, let me see if I can simplify it for you.

I'm head of security here at Falco Plains.

Your lab blew up.

It's my job to find out why.

You can comprehend that?

Gold Series is highly classified.

I'm not at liberty to discuss it with just anyone.

You're not at liberty not to discuss it.

And you're recording this.

On three different machines.

What exactly is it you want to know

in advance of my official report?

We wanna know the things that won't be in your report.

I have nothing to hide.

Everybody's got something to hide, doctor.

The talk I hear about you is--

Why don't we just start with the simple facts, Richard.

What have you been up to lately?

I've been experimenting with regeneration,

attempting to accelerate the healing process

in living tissue.

What's the military interest?

The battlefield.

Wounded soldiers return to the front in record time.

Lose a finger and grow it back.

Just like a frog.

Terry.

TODDHUNTER: On the humanitarian side,

it could mean the end of disease,

the postponement of death.

Truly a--

A new world order.

May I have a glass of water, please?

So,

what's the green stuff?

I call it KR3.

It's the byproduct of a harmless chemical reaction.

Harmless?

Completely.

May I have another glass of water, please?

You sure we oughta be doing this?

It'll take forever with that little sponge.

If you're strong enough to kiss me like that,

you're strong enough to get in the shower.

There's no-- Oh, what are you doing?

I'm joining you.

Get those places you can't reach.

Well, there's lots of places I can't reach.

Ready or not, here I come.

( Harlan laughs )

HARLAN: Oh. Ow. Ooh.

( beeping )

( beeping rapidly )

He's losing it.

( both chuckle )

Ooh. Ooh.

I'm supposed to be doing your back.

( both chuckle )

( grunting )

Oh, God.

I'll get the crash wagon.

Don't bother.

He was dead when the GIs brought him in here.

He just hadn't stopped breathing yet.

Let's get him out of here.

Autopsy is gonna have to wait

until an investigatory team arrives from Langley.

My God, Louis.

We are going to have at least a token investigation here,

aren't we?

You don't believe him?

Do you?

No.

The regeneration is just a cover.

For what? I don't know.

Well, don't you think we oughta find out?

We've got a guy here

with a major personality disorder,

and you're letting him play with a process

that could turn all of upper New York State

into one big hole in the ground?

You think he's crazy?

Certifiable.

Well, he's a genius.

He's allowed to be a little eccentric.

Yeah, but not irresponsible.

Look, uh, we don't have to go out to dinner.

You can come over to my place.

Louis, what if I could prove to you

that Toddhunter knew he had a red board,

and went ahead with the experiment anyway?

We could get a pizza, maybe takeout Chinese,

and I could teach you how to use those little sticks.

Did you see his face

when I told him Redding was still alive?

Not exactly overjoyed, was he?

Better yet, uh, I could cook something for you.

And then after we eat, uh,

we could have sex.

Do you mind being serious for a minute?

I am.

Doesn't it mean anything to you

that Toddhunter nearly broke his back

trying to discredit the poor guy?

( sighs )

Terry, where are you heading with this?

Louis, if I could prove that Toddhunter

went with a red board,

would you recommend his removal

from the Gold Series?

Bring me proof, and we'll see.

Oh, come on, Louis. Be straight with me.

Shock would be good for your system.

All right, for what it's worth, yes.

I would seriously consider recommending his removal.

WOMAN ( on PA ): Clean-up crews,

all refuse must be tagged and submitted

for waiting procedures.

Thank you.

Maybe I should take him to a real hospital.

Mrs. Williams, we've done everything and more

that a real hospital would do.

Your husband's getting the best of care.

What happened to the man who was in the other tent?

Uh, well, we moved him to--

To a real hospital?

To a burn ward in New York.

It's the one thing

we can't deal with properly here.

That's not the only thing you can't handle.

I beg your pardon?

Come here.

Ah, well.

What's the verdict, doc?

You tell me.

How are you feeling?

Oh, a little sore.

Still I got some of that green stuff in my skin, though.

Maybe I oughta get that nurse to give me

another one of those baths.

Mother here about scrubbed my hide off.

Shut up, you old fool.

I want you to look at his eyes.

I did. They're normal.

Well, I think you should take another look, doctor.

( scoffs ) What's the matter, Gina?

GINA: Close your eyes, Harlan, and be quiet.

What is wrong, honey?

Please, just do it.

Mrs. Williams, I don't know. What are you--

Look. Look at his eyes.

( mysterious theme playing )

There seem to be some minor phosphorescent properties

in the dust that he was exposed to.

There's nothing to worry about,

I assure you.

He's fine.

It's a short-lived phenomenon.

And you can take him home tonight.

MAN: Ms. Spann.

So, lieutenant, any word on Dr. Toddhunter?

Well, the good doctor has a checkered past,

from mishandling dangerous materials

to faking scientific data.

There was an inquiry, but the charges were dropped

when the government decided to take the funds

from the university.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Oh, and there's one more thing.

Dr. Redding died last night.

MAN: Dr. Craig Redding.

Subject suffered

severe burns and concussion

in a lab explosion

at Falco Plains, New York.

Cause of death possible pulmonary edema.

DOCTOR: Initial examination

and the brief postmortem exam revealed

certain anatomical peculiarities.

After consulting Redding's medical records,

I'm at a loss to explain these observations.

SPANN: Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I'll take a picture and send it

to the Surgeon General.

Don't you know how to knock?

Why wasn't I notified last night

when Redding died?

( scoffs ) I didn't think it was important.

It's not for you to decide, is it?

Apparently not.

What did he die of?

You asking in your official capacity?

Does it matter?

Burns and shock and heart failure.

So what are the anatomical peculiarities

you're at a loss to explain?

Not only do you not knock, you eavesdrop.

I like to think of it

as having a good sense of timing.

You were saying?

During the course of my initial examination,

I noted several scars.

The oldest

was on the left forearm.

Judging from the striae,

small horizontal breaks in the scar tissue,

I'd say it was from a cut

suffered when he was 6 or 8 years old.

The second scar was from an appendectomy

performed when Redding was about 14.

Are you working your way up chronologically?

Yes.

The third and much more recent was a large burn scar

on his lower right calf.

So, what is it you couldn't explain?

Shortly before he died,

I noticed that the scar on his leg was gone.

What do you mean "gone"?

Disappeared.

If I didn't have the man's medical records to back me up--

You're positive about this?

See for yourself.

I will.

( mysterious theme playing )

Oh, my God.

SPANN: What are we doing here?

( upbeat theme playing )

May I have a word with you?

Is it important, lieutenant?

I got a chopper full of DSA people

arriving in five minutes.

I think it might be very important.

Who else in your party heard what Redding said?

I don't know that anyone else did, ma'am.

I had to lean down very close to catch it.

He was weak and we were in our hazard suits.

Are you willing to repeat all this?

Yes, ma'am.

Testify to it if necessary?

Lieutenant McGiver, will you testify to that?

Yes.

SPANN: But you're not to say anything until I give the word.

All right, thank you.

Carry on.

SPANN: The hearing will begin at 2:30.

I prepared some reading material

to bring you up to date on the accidents.

Have a nice lunch, I'll see you this afternoon.

What the hell are you doing here?

Just came along for the ride.

I see you're still dressing for success, Terry.

Why's The Shop getting involved?

Who says they are?

Any of those guys really DSA?

( chuckles )

You know, I really thought

you would've done better than this, Terry.

I asked for the assignment. It's quiet.

Best of all, there's no outside interference.

That's the way I like it.

Well, I'm glad you got what you wanted.

We were worried you made the wrong decision

when you got out.

Seeing you again makes me know how right I was.

CREWES: Say the secret word and win a hundred dollars, beautiful.

How 'bout "cover-up"?

Someday you'll make one crack too many, Terry.

There are jokers like you on the bottom of Lake Saranac

wearing cement loafers.

Ooh.

The word is Chicago.

( door buzzes )

Wanna go non-reg for a minute?

I'll pass.

What's the matter?

If those guys are DSA investigators,

I'm Boxcar Willie.

They're from The Shop.

How do you know that?

I used to work closely with one of them.

Jude Andrews.

How close?

We were a team.

Were you intimate?

Yeah, very intimate.

We used to kill people together.

( sighs )

So, what's he here for?

You don't know?

Well, I guess that he's either here

to stop the project or make sure it continues.

I wanna give them Dr. Toddhunter.

In all his full-blown lunacy, they'll have to shut it down.

If they believe Toddhunter is as crazy as you think,

that's a decision you'll have to make.

What if he cons them?

What if they wanna be conned?

If they put him back in business,

I'll go public.

Are you looking for a quick trip

to that nifty little holiday club

The Shop keeps on Maui?

The place where you buy everything with beads,

including all the sex and drugs you want?

The only two catches are,

the place is surrounded by electrified barbed wire

and the vacation never ends.

What I expect from you is team play.

( door slams )

You hear that?

( melancholy theme playing )

Honey, let me do it.

Here, hold still. Hold still.

( sighs )

Why are you so anxious to take the eye test again?

So that scientist can finish the job of blowing you up?

No, I don't think you have to worry about that.

They're having some kind of big hearing.

I think they're gonna take away

the nutty professor's play toys.

All the same, Harlan, why?

You're 71 years old.

Not until November 28th.

( sighs )

Split hairs all you want,

but you're not just getting old anymore,

you are old.

Don't you think it's time you hung up your broom?

Well, to tell truth,

I hadn't given it much thought

until that fat major called me in

and told me I was done.

Then I got my Irish up.

I know.

All right, take your test.

Just don't be too disappointed if you fail it again.

And listen, old coot,

will you promise me something?

What, Mother?

Have him dilate your eyes,

and ask him if he sees anything green in there.

( chuckles )

Harlan, listen to me.

It's over, Gina.

It was a short-term reaction to that dust,

that's all.

Dr. Ackerman gave me a clean bill of health.

Of course he did, he works for them.

I wish you'd go to another medical doctor

and not just your damned optometrist.

Heh. That might do more than get me retired, honey.

It might get me jailed.

I signed a form agreeing to abide by the terms

of the National Security Act.

To hell with their forms!

Will you hush!

Whatever it was, it's gone, it's over.

No more glow.

Normal nails, normal eyes, normal everything.

Ackerman said it would be gone in 36 hours,

and it was gone in 24.

He never did tell you what was wrong, did he?

No.

I don't think he knew.

( sighs )

I tell you, Harlan Ethan Williams,

sometimes I could just kick your slats.

( sighs )

( melancholy guitar theme playing )

Sometimes you have.

We had these pictures taken at Coney Island.

The year before we were married.

Do you remember?

Of course I remember.

Hmm.

God, we were young.

1942, wasn't it?

Mm-hm.

Let's see, I was 21.

I was 18. Mmm.

You remember my father? ( chuckles )

( deep voice ) "I don't know what you see in that boy."

God, you were handsome.

And you, dear, were the most gorgeous creature

on the face of the earth.

( laughs )

You better be all right.

You are, aren't you?

Yes.

And you're still the most gorgeous creature

on the face of the earth.

( sighs )

( clock chiming and ticking )

Harlan.

Mm-hm?

When did we start getting old?

I mean, why didn't I notice it?

Huh.

You were having too much fun to notice.

GINA: Was that it?

HARLAN: Mm-hm.

( tense theme playing )

The janitor is the easiest thing to explain.

He didn't know I was coming. I didn't know he was there.

My knocking him down was a complete accident.

He had the fire extinguisher.

I bent down to pick it up, and then the explosion happened.

According to Mr. Williams' signed statement,

you hit him with the door, knocked him over,

and then just hightailed it on out of there.

I ran for help.

At least I was trying to do something.

If I had anything to hide, I would have my lawyer here.

I don't.

I'm more than willing to put my complete faith

in this panel's judgment.

The sucker's good when his back's to the wall.

Wait till I bring in McGiver.

MAN: Do you have anything further to say, Dr. Toddhunter?

No, sir.

Except I apologize for making a speech.

I'm here to answer questions, that's all.

Does anyone have anything further to say?

I think there's one more person we need to talk to.

MAN: Yes, Miss Spann, who is that?

Dr. Redding.

But unfortunately...

he's dead.

SPANN: I can't believe you told him about McGiver.

CREWES: Andrews saw him waiting outside. What would you have me do?