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It's all right because now Andrews has to decide

what to do with the information.

I want McGiver to testify.

You want him to deliver hearsay evidence.

Damn it, Louis.

That was an informal hearing, not a court of law.

I saw you getting ready to make a mess this afternoon,

and I prevented it.

God knows why.

Anyway...

None of the other soldiers in McGiver's party

heard what Redding said, did they?

Not even one of them could have corroborated his story.

Yeah, but we could have rattled him.

Louis, did you see him today?

He was-- He was like an answering machine.

He knew what every question was going to be,

he was ready with all the right answers.

Terry--

That was the not the real Toddhunter.

We saw the real Toddhunter.

If it comes right down to it and he says,

"It's my word against his,"

then what do we do, Terry?

Punt?

What about the janitor?

I kept him out of the way on purpose.

What for?

Williams is at the eye doctor right now.

He flunked his vision test two weeks ago.

He's retaking it today.

You get it, don't you?

You're only other big witness is an old guy with bad peepers.

You want him telling those guys how Toddhunter looked,

and where he was going?

Those shop goons would crucify him.

Damn.

Why wasn't I told?

You just were, sweetie.

By the way, I arranged for Williams

to pass his eye exam today.

Why?

Because I don't want his butt canned.

I want him around here

where I can watch him.

Control him.

Tell me something, Dr. Eakins.

Yes?

Do you see anything green in there?

( chuckles )

I beg your pardon?

Oh, I-- I come from over by the Vermont border, doc.

And it-- It's just a country way of asking

if you see anything odd.

There's a lot less floaters.

I guess I didn't dilate your eyes last time,

and that might make a difference.

But I'd say there's definitely less floaters.

Never seen that before.

What are floaters?

Specs. Little moving specs.

Usually see them best

in the total dark or bright light.

You know what I mean.

Mmm.

Hey, you mean the spots in my eyes?

Some people have more than others.

You had quite a few when you came in last time.

Floaters in a person's eyes

has a tendency to increase with age.

But, uh, I've never seen the number go down.

Did you, um...

Did you see anything else?

Just your eyes, Mr. Williams.

Did you bring any sunglasses?

No.

Well, I'll find you an old pair you can borrow.

Uh, wait a minute.

Did I pass?

Harlan?

I passed.

( laughs )

Like my glasses?

( laughs )

( dinging )

( foghorn wails )

Damn.

( sighs )

Lieutenant McGiver?

Yes?

I'm investigating the explosion at Falco Plains.

I understand you heard something that might be important,

something Dr. Redding said.

Look, I'm sorry, but what I have to say

I can only say before the full panel.

Look...

Off the record...

I think they're gonna try and whitewash this thing.

That Toddhunter's a crazy bastard.

If you know something that might help me nail him,

I'll sleep better tonight.

Please.

Promise me you'll testify against him.

Your government appreciates your honesty,

Lieutenant McGiver.

( thumping )

( guitar theme playing )

( crashes and splashes )

All right, let's keep it in the house for the moment.

State troopers just found Lieutenant McGiver.

He drowned in the river.

Went off a ferry landing.

They think he hit his head on the steering wheel.

Somebody really wants to keep this thing going, don't they?

Sounds like it.

Let me ask you something.

How scared of Toddhunter are you?

I'd just as soon not talk here.

We apparently have a leak in the building.

( chuckles )

If you don't feel safe in your own office,

General Crewes,

where will you feel safe?

Feel safe now, General Crewes?

Fairly safe.

Oh, my God, there goes a carp with a microphone in its mouth.

When did you get a sense of humor?

Go on, Terry, say it.

Say it, spit it out.

She thinks I killed Lieutenant McGiver last night.

I know you had something to do with it.

I know you did.

CREWES: Can we continue?

Why exactly you, uh, so scared of Toddhunter

starting up again?

He went with a red light on his board.

Hearsay.

SPANN: Well, that doesn't matter now, does it?

This doctor of yours has got something real important

locked up inside his head.

They'd let him start up again if he was, uh, Norman Bates.

Not if I can help it.

Technical investigation will continue for another month.

In the meantime, they'll rebuild that turbine that blew.

And assuming Toddhunter gets

the clean bill of health we all expect,

our buddy could be operational in 10 weeks.

Earlier.

CREWES: Suppose I persuade The Shop to keep you on

for another test run, Mister Andrews.

As what, assistant librarian?

As anything. We could say you're looking into

the side effects of the explosion

on the janitor, for instance.

What side effects?

That wasn't in the report.

His eyes and fingernails glowed for a day or two.

SPANN: Fluorescent green.

I noticed something similar

when I examined Redding's corpse.

What was it?

Ultimately nothing. Faded in both cases.

That doesn't matter.

What's important is your shop.

And if Toddhunter should go off the rails again,

you can take care of him.

( laughs )

CREWES: You mind telling me what's so funny?

People always looked at me and saw a loaded gun.

This is the first time anybody ever saw me as a safety catch.

Well?

Suppose I do stay on.

Suppose Toddhunter is flaky

and he even tries to go with a red board again?

What am I supposed to do then?

Kill him.

If you're convinced he's that dangerous,

you kill him.

You could justify it.

( chuckles )

( laughs )

WOMAN ( on PA ): New software will now be issued

to all secretaries

on the first Monday of each month.

Thank you.

Mr. Williams!

Welcome back.

Thank you.

You think you're smarter than me, old man?

You're not.

That piece of paper doesn't change a thing.

I guess you're right.

I'm still working here,

and you are still a jerk.

Good day, major.

( mellow theme playing )

( slow guitar theme playing )

( beeping )

( ringing )

He's in Number 6. Is he there?

This is Jude. We have a secure line.

They want me to use the janitor as cover

to keep an eye on Toddhunter.

But I wanna use Toddhunter to keep an eye on the janitor.

Yeah, something happened to him.

It happened to Redding too.

And I don't think Terry told me the whole story on that.

Yeah, Al, I know.

Redding's dead, but the janitor's not.

No, it's just a feeling right now.

Like something inside me just woke up.

Yes.

I will.

( water splashing )

Okay, Dad, fess up.

How long have you been using it?

Which, the heroine or the cocaine?

( laughs )

The stuff that's supposed to work so gradually

that your boss thinks you've lost 10 pounds

instead of just dying your hair.

What are you talking about?

Well, your boss may think you've lost 10 pounds,

but I'm married to you.

I know you haven't had any brown in your hair

for at least five years.

What have you been using?

I haven't been.

What?

I haven't been dying my hair.

Thought never even crossed my mind.

Harlan, don't be silly.

Once your hair turns white, there's no going back.

Gina, I haven't.

( mysterious theme playing )

Well, then what's happening?

I don't know.

Don't you ever knock?

Not you. No, someone just came in.

Hold the line a second.

( sighs )

Just put the files over there.

I wanna see Redding's body again.

Tonight.

Can't this wait?

What for?

I have a life, Ms. Spann. Outside activities.

A world beyond Falco Plains.

I have an investigation to conduct.

Redding isn't going anywhere. He's locked up tight.

He'll be waiting for you in the morning, trust me.

I've learned never to trust anyone but myself...

Dr. Ackerman.

I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning.

Are you still there?

Yes.

Uh, you were saying something about the janitor?

I was?

About noticing something odd.

Oh, yes.

What was really odd were the phone calls that I got.

What calls? Who called you?

Well, the first one was

from that idiot in Personnel, Moreland.

Idiot is right. What did he want?

He told me to notify him the moment

that Williams flunked his exam.

And then I got a call from someone

that, uh, makes Mooreland look like pretty small beans

telling me to make sure that Williams passes.

ACKERMAN: Uh, Jimmy.

I just got a craving

for a couple of mom's chocolate glazed

and a cup of coffee.

You interested?

JIMMY: You buying?

Somebody's gotta pay for it.

See you after work.

Uh, no, thanks.

So I pulled his last visual acuity test.

He only flunked by a little.

But this one last week,

he passed by a lot.

An improvement of 14 percent in less than a month is...

Well, let's just say it's something I never heard of.

Well, if he was set enough on keeping his job

to retake the test,

maybe he memorized your charts.

Maybe Crewes found the answers.

I change the charts every two weeks.

It's a DOD reg.

And why would they cheat?

I'd already told Crewes that I'd pass him.

Is something wrong?

No.

You know, I know you told me to call you

if anything unusual happened,

but, uh, I'm sitting here

wishing I'd never talked to you about this.

EAKINS: Doesn't take a person long to get paranoid, does it?

ACKERMAN: No, it doesn't.

Well, you'll understand if...

I'm gonna protect myself.

Not to be involved any longer.

Thanks for calling. Say hello to Virginia for me.

Well?

I'd give it about a 58.

It's hell to dance to, but the lyrics are great.

JUDE: You know, you're really gonna hurt my feelings

if you don't at least taste those eggs, doc.

That's all you're gonna eat?

I thought he was being so paranoid.

Who?

Jimmy Eakins.

You know, I saw a sign on a guy's desk once. Ahem.

Made perfect sense to me.

Maybe you ought to get one for yourself.

You know, just to remind yourself

of the facts of life from time to time.

What was that?

"Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness."

Yeah, maybe you're right.

On my desk.

Remind me of the facts of life.

You know, I've really enjoyed your hospitality.

And I'd hate to spoil it, doc,

so I want you to listen to me very closely.

If I find out that you withheld anything from me,

even if it turns out to be something unimportant...

I'm gonna come back and perform some dental surgery

with a power drill.

You may think I'm exaggerating,

but because I have enjoyed your hospitality,

I want you to understand that I'm not.

I'd come back with a drill

and a little black case and plug it in.

Please.

And then I'd go to work with a Number 2 drill bit,

which is about the size of that finger.

Sometimes I perform the surgery with the mouth open,

sometimes through the cheek.

I don't use Novocain.

There's usually a great deal of blood.

Please...

So if you've forgotten anything...

No.

Anything at all? No.

Left anything out?

Going once...

Going twice...

( sighs )

Gone.

This is gonna stay just between the two of us.

Am I right, doc?

Yes, for sure. Yes.

You're not gonna talk about it to your friend the optometrist,

Miss Spann or General Crewes or anyone at all.

Yes. No, I won't.

Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness.

Am I right?

You bet.

( pops )

Your toast is ready, Doc.

And if there are any further developments...

I'll let you know right away.

Right away.

Even sooner than that.

Yeah.

Have a nice day, doc.

Well?

Are you sure about this?

I saw it with my own eyes. Or didn't see it. He's gone.

We need a drink.

We need a body.

What the hell am I gonna tell the DSA?

Why tell them?

Because you and I work for them, remember?

Terry, you call the DSA. I don't really feel up to it.

Besides, you found the body was missing.

Louis...

Listen to me.

We don't have to tell them anything.

Right now, there are only three of us who know about this.

You, me, and whoever took Dr. Redding for a ride.

What's the point? What have we got to gain?

Everybody's gonna find out sooner or later.

Ah!

I vote for later.

( sighs )

I'm sorry, Terry,

but I have to overrule you on this one.

( shouts )

What did you do that for?

I'm returning the favor.

CREWES: What favor?

Trying to stop you from making a fool of yourself

and of me too.

The body stops here, Louis.

He was our responsibility.

You run this base.

I'm the head of security.

Who do you think's gonna take the heat?

I've got a good idea who did it.

I think I know what for.

I just need to buy us a couple of days to prove it.

Then they won't blame us.

That's right, Louis.

You think Jude did it?

Well...

Seems like...

SPANN: ...old times to me.

No, he lived about four hours.

Before he died though,

a number of scars on his body disappeared.

No. No, you don't understand.

I mean completely disappeared as if they'd never been there.

Including a large burn scar.

There were before and after photographs,

but Crewes didn't tell me.

Nor did he or Terry tell me that for a couple of days,

these guys, the janitor and Redding,

both glowed like watches with cheap radium dials.

Yes, he's still alive.

I'll be checking him out.

I'll be very actively checking him out.

This has gone far enough.

( sighs )

Yes, I heard.

But, Gina...

No "buts."

You're going to the doctor and you're going this morning.

If that Ackerman is the only one you'll see,

I guess he'll have to do, at least for now.

Don't you think you're making a kind of a big business

over a few brown hairs around my ears?

It's not just a few brown hairs around your ears,

and you know it.

There's more.

There and down there.

( chuckles )

Now, Mother, I think you're getting

a little personal there.

It's not funny.

And don't make out that it is.

You know what's happening as well as I do,

and it's not funny.

( sighs )

Gina, honey...

( sniffs )

You're getting younger.

Gina... Gina, that's--

That's crazy? Yeah.

But it's happening.

I don't know what they were playing with that day.

I don't wanna know.

I just want you to get a medical discharge

and treatment...

for whatever this thing is.

Treatment as far away from Falco Plains

as we can get.

Gina.

Gina, people don't-- They can't get younger.

Then what is happening to you, Harl?

I need to see Dr. Ackerman.

Dr. Ackerman's doing an inventory in the pharmacy,

and unless it's really important,

I doubt if he can see you.

Um, could I tell him what it's about?

Uh, well, uh...

I'd rather not say.

May I speak to him for a second?

Thanks.

Uh, Mr. Williams is here, Dr. Ackerman.

I told him that you're doing pharm,

but he wanted to know if he could see you

for a few minutes.

Oh, all right, Dr. Ackerman.

Yes, thank you.

Well, that's weird.

What's weird?

He's usually like a bear on pharm days.

God knows he was like a bear

when he came in this morning,

but he asked me to send you right in.

Thank you.

I have to talk to you right away.

Is it important?

Yes, I think so. Yes.

It's nothing you forgot, is it, doc?

No, no, no.

Look, this morning, the jani--

Meet me in the parking lot.

We'll take a walk.

It'll be good for the constitution, doc.

When?

Now.

( sighs )

( phone rings )

( tense theme playing )

( ringing )

GINA: Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Harl, is that you?

Uh, yeah, it's-- It's me honey. Uh...

Hang on a minute, will you?

Harlan, will you please talk to me?

All of the sudden I get the feeling

that might not be such a good idea, honey.

Harlan, don't put me out.

Did you talk to the doctor or not?

Yeah, I talked to him, all right.

I think that might have been a mistake.

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

I know you don't, honey.

I'll tell you tonight, okay?

What's wrong?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe a lot.

But I don't wanna talk about it on the phone here.

Bye, Gina.

That's what really rocked me, you know.

Sooner or later, almost all of us go gray.

Harlan Williams is the only man

I've ever seen who's gone back to brown.

Mm-hm.

It's not a dye job?

No. I mean, I haven't had a strand

under a microscope yet, but I really--

I called you before I did anything else.

The correct procedure, doc.

Believe me, the correct procedure.

Yes. But you know, I really don't need

a microscopic examination to confirm the basic fact.

Judging from the pattern of new growth,

it's no dye job.

Anything else?

No.

But you've had an impression.

Well, you know, I examined him after the explosion.

I taped his head and his arm.

He looks younger now.

Apart from the hair, how? ( chuckles )

That's just it. I don't know how.

You know, it's like--

When I was 17,

I copped my brother's draft card

and tried to buy a bottle of wine,

and the guy in the store laughed in my face.

When I was 21, I still had to show my driver's license

to get a drink more often than not.

You know what I'm saying?

But every year, fewer and fewer bartenders

had wanted to see some proof before they'd pour me one.

And then one day, no one was asking at all

because your face changes.

It's nothing you can put your finger on,

but it's there.

It's like that with Williams.

He's getting younger.

I don't know how, he just is.

Hair, that scar he says is gone, these are empiric things.

This other, it's just something

around the edges of his face.

I don't know how else to describe it.

Tell me, doc, does he understand

what's happening to him?

I mean, really understand?

Yes.

I mean, he's a janitor, but he's not stupid.

He understands.

How does he feel about it?

Scared.

He's holding it pretty well,

I'll give him that, but he's--

He's scared almost out of his mind.

We'll walk back now.

I want you to forget all about this, doc.

Good. All right.

I'll handle it. Yeah.

It's just-- You know, it's--

It's all very strange.

Mm-hm.

What was the name of that optometrist

who'd test G-3's through G-5?

Eakins. Jimmy Eakins.

I've known him for 10 years or more.

Jimmy's not gonna get into any trouble

because of this, is he?

Why would he?

( laughs )

Come in.

Miss Spann, I need to speak to you.

Major Moreland, what can I do for you?

Well--

What the...?

What are those?

Oh, just something to amuse me.

And it's cheaper than seeing a shrink.

See, whenever I'm feeling uptight--

( squeals ) Ah! Heh.

M-Miss Spann...

I just have a little target practice.

( dolls laughing )

Oh, you got me.

( laughs )

Not bad, major.

Most days I have trouble hitting even one of them.

And it only cost the American taxpayer

$11 million to develop.

Now, what can I do for you?

Uh, perhaps I'd better take this business to, uh,

General Crewes himself. Oh...

I'm afraid you're stuck with me today.

Louis is in Washington

testifying in front of a subcommittee meeting.

Fruits or nuts, I can't remember which.

I beg your pardon?

Fruits or nuts.

House or Senate.

Sit down, major.

( screeching )

Now...

if you'll just

state your problem,

I'll bet I can get the general to see you tomorrow morning

before he's even had a chance to get his seat warm.

Well, that's, uh...

That's-- That's good.

( chuckles )

That's good, because this matter, this travesty,

has simply got to be seen to. There's, uh--

There's some kind of hanky-panky going on around here.

I damn well know it.

And it will not be allowed to continue.

I'm afraid you'll have to put me

in the picture, major.

Well, the picture, as you call it,

concerns a classified installation employee

named Harlan Williams.

He-- Uh, he--

Well, he's just a janitor.

No one of, uh-- Of real importance.

But, um,

you might say-- But the principal.

The principal is important.

The rules that make the difference.

Wouldn't you agree?

Yes, I think principles and rules

are very important.

And I want you to tell me all about it.

Well...

( clears throat )

I would be delighted.

( upbeat rock theme playing )

You want what?

Well, um...

( clears throat )

Well, I was just thinking that if was all

the same color all over

it would seem more,

you know, normal.

Oh, um, very good, Mr. Williams.

Um, Rita will take care of you.

Rita?

Uh, Mr. Williams needs

a little hair color job this afternoon.

Hi, Mr. Williams.

Does Gina want you to darken it up a little bit?

Um, actually, he wants it all white.

Oh, wow. Mmm.

Really?

Well, "To each his own," the old maid said

as she kissed the cow.

( laughs )

Well, come on back.

I do your wife's hair so I know all about you.

( ominous theme playing )

Major Moreland, would it be possible

for me to hold on to these exam results

long enough to make photocopies?

I, uh...

I'll do the job myself,

and I'll return them personally to your office

in less than half an hour.

That would be fine, Ms. Spann.

It's obvious, isn't it, that, uh,

there's been some kind of chicanery

by or on the behalf of this--

This Williams?

Well, it would certainly seem so.

Some effort to short-circuit the system.

I suppose it's-- It's technically possible

to fail the test and then pass it.

But his mistake was to overdo it,

don't you agree?

( laughs )

I'd have to say you probably found the handle

on that coffee pot, major.

You're damn tootin'. Heh-heh.

( both laughing )

Oh. Oh, uh, you will see that the general...

Ah! He'll get the message ASAP,

and I'll have these papers back to you the same way.

Thank you.

( clears throat )

I, uh, suppose I might have misjudged you.

Well, people sometimes do that.

But now I see that you're a woman after my own heart.

The kind of woman who likes to get things done.

The kind of woman who can expedite.

Well, I try, major. ( chuckles )

I really do.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Oh! Of course. Heh.

Ah, it has been a pleasure to talk to you.

Same here, major. A real pleasure.

Oh! ( chuckles )

( giggles )

Eh-- Oh!

Ah!

( sighs )

( footsteps clunking )

Libby, did you forget something?

I'm sorry, we're closed.

Have to come back tomorrow.

Y-You'll have to make an appointment.

I don't think this can wait.

( phone ringing )

( clunks )

( ringing )

( ringing )

Hey, Tom.

Hey, Harl. Have a good day.

Where have you been?

I called and Charlie Rode said you left right after lunch.

I've been worried sick, Harl.

I've been at the beauty parlor.

What? Look.

My God, you've died your hair.

Not a strand of brown to be found.

Harlan, come inside and tell me why

you didn't wanna talk to me on the phone this morning

I think it might be just as well

if we talked out here, honey.

You're scaring me a little.

I think I want to.

It's not just what's happening to you, is it?

I don't know anymore.

I went to see Ackerman, and it's funny,

I got the feeling he was trying

to put me to sleep somehow.

Yes, to lull you.

That's right, lull me.

He gave me a physical that didn't amount to much.

He kept saying that

this sort of thing happens sometimes.

And all the while, I got the feeling

he was about to blow his top and didn't want me to know it.

Like he was...

overexcited and scared.

What about the scar?

Did you tell him about the scar?

He said that these things just disappear sometimes.

Spontaneous regeneration of tissue, he called it.

Sounds like spontaneous bull to me.

Did he give you any tests?

Did he take blood?

He said he wanted to consult with some of his colleagues

before he did anything else.

And then he reminded me of the National Security Act.

You know, the oath I took.

He said that he didn't want me

to discuss my little problem with anyone,

not even my wife,

until he'd gotten back to me.

I don't like this, Harl. I don't like this at all.

Yeah, well, there's even less to like about it.

A little while later

when I was talking to you on the phone,

I saw Dr. Ackerman consulting with one of his colleagues.

A man named Jude.

I've seen him around.

He came with the rest of the DSA investigators,

only he didn't leave with them.

He's some kind of spook.

Well, maybe they weren't talking about you.

Maybe they weren't.

Remember what I said to you about being ready?

I want you to pack a couple of suitcases

and keep them in the front hall closet.

Just in case.

Harlan...

If one of us were to take a lot of money

out of the bank all at once,

alarm bells would go off.

But if you were to take out, say, $500 tomorrow,

and I were to take out 700 next week,

we could rat hole it.

In case.

In case we have to run, you mean?

That's what I mean.

( sighs )

I'll tell you something, Harl.

A little dye in your hair

doesn't fool anyone for very long.

Oh, Gina... No, it's your face.

It's something about your face.

I can't put my finger

on any one thing,

because it's everything.

Where is this gonna end, Harl?

Where?

I don't know.

And who's gonna help us?

I don't know that either.

( sighs )

( phone ringing )

( sighs )

( moans )

This-- This--

This better be good, because it's 3 in the morning

and I just...

MAN: A maniac killed Dr. Eakins.

You gotta see this place.

Okay, just a second.

I'm in his office now. 117--

Tell me the address again and slow down.

117 South Main...

No, don't worry. You didn't even call.

Yeah, yeah.

You'll get your usual payment on the 15th.

( sighs )

( rock theme playing )

( buzzing )

( beeps )

Hello?

Louis, uh, you better wake up quick.

We got a problem.

( sighs )

You serious?

I wouldn't be standing a mile from the base

in the middle of the night if it wasn't.

How do you feel about your phone there?

I don't know, I haven't given it much thought.

Remember how to play baseball?

No-- Yes. Yes, I do.

Okay.

You get to a safe phone

and you call me in about an hour.

You ready for the numbers?

Hold on.

Hold on.

Shoot.

Over nine innings,

five runs on 12 hits,

six errors, four men left on base.

And the visiting team,

eight runs on 13 hits,

12 errors, five men left on base,

and the winning pitcher, Number 12. You got it?

Got it.

You know something?

I hate this cloak-and-dagger routine.

( mysterious theme playing )

Well, the area code's right.

It's okay.

Sorry, ma'am, police investigation.

Get back behind the barrier.

Well, it's now become a joint

police and government investigation.

I'm Terry Lynn Spann

from the Department of Scientific Affairs.

You got some ID?

Ugh.

What's the matter?

The problem is I don't like you guys.

I don't like the way you come in here,

flash your government badges,

start throwing your weight around.

Well, sometimes I don't like us guys that much myself.

Officer.

STEVE: ♪ The eyes of Texas Are upon you ♪

( laughs )

Stevie, how you doing in there?

( Steve laughing, singing )

Sheriff.

Ms. Spann.

I'm going in?

SHERIFF: Yeah, go on in.

( Steve laughing )

SPANN: Holy--

Mackerel. Holy cow.

Holy moly.

And who might this be?

Ms. Spann, meet Steve Dent.

He's the photographer for the Falco Plains Free Democrat.

Hell with that.

I'm the whole Falco Plains Free Democrat Photography Department.

Where's Harvey Miller these days?

He went back to Rhinebeck. ( scoffs )

So for the last couple of months,

Steve's been doubling as my crime scene photographer.

I got some pictures you wouldn't believe too.

SHERIFF: Steve.

That car wreck out on the 89 two weeks ago,

the one with the teenagers,

one of 'em was decapitated.

I mean-- You got what you need.

That sucker's head was torn completely off.

Steve.

Of course, you can't use that kind of stuff in the papers.

I'm sorry, Ms. Spann, I--

I didn't quite catch your connection

with this heinous crime. Are you state or what?

Steve, you got what I need. I want you go. Now.

All right, all right, all right.

I can't stand being yelled at after midnight.

Gives me the migraine. Nice meeting you, Ms. Spann.

( Steve humming )

So you want to fill me in?

Well, the night watchman found the body at, uh, 1:45 a.m.

There was no sign of, uh, forcible entry.

The victim was shot?

One time. In the face.

This is the first case of premeditated murder in this town

in three years.

It's a pretty big mess, wouldn't you say?

Yeah.

Terry.

Yes?

What are you doing here?

I'm not entirely sure yet.

That is so much bull you couldn't pull it

through a knothole. Now, who called you?

Who says somebody called me?

They had to, or you've been monitoring police broadcasts

at 3:00 in the morning, and that is not your style.

Besides, your eyes are puffy.

Somebody had to jerk you out of bed

to get you here this fast.

Did your man or that photographer touch anything?

No. And you better not either,

or I'll be up at State Police Headquarters in Albany

having my hide pulled off a strip at a time.

Anything removed?

Uh, just the body.

I had, uh, Doc Polaski do a scene postmortem.

I would've, uh, chalked an outline

but we found him sitting in the chair over there.

That's pretty weird, huh?

Where is now?

He's in the meat locker down at, uh, Warren's market.

I called the Hayman, uh, Funeral Home,

but both Donnie and his kid are, uh--

Out on a toot.

Yep. Out on a toot somewhere.

So, what do you think?

Well, you still haven't told me

what your interest in this is.

I can't.

Why not? Is it National Security?

I don't know yet.

Local eye doctor gets greased,

office is trashed, and then you show up.

Things probably could get a little cuter,

but I don't know how.

Sheriff,

I'd like to be alone now.

You kiddin'?

I'm not gonna mess up your crime scene,

you know I'm not.

I might just touch a few papers by their corners.

Scout's honor.

National Security.

No, this is between you and me.

Call it a professional courtesy.

Doc Eakins was a good man. He has a wife and two kids.

You find out who did this. Give me a chance to bust him.

If I can.

Ah. I can't smoke this in here.

I'm gonna take it outside.

You do me a favor and watch out after this place

while I'm gone, will you?

I will.

And be gone when I get back, Ms. Spann.

I will. Sheriff?

I owe you one.

( mysterious theme playing )

It's gone.

Andrews.

Son of a bitch, Andrews.

SPANN: Okay, just a second.

Tell me the address again. And slow down.

LOUIS: 117 South Main, second floor.

I'm in his office now.

You've got to see this place.

Some maniac killed Dr. Eakins.

♪ The eyes of Texas Are upon you ♪

( man whistles )

Hey, Myrtle.

I know how you feel. I love you too honey.

Let me hear you say it--

Excuse me. --one more time.

Oh, baby, I wish I was there with you right now.

Hey, Mack.

I'll be saving it for you, baby.

I've got an emergency phone call I gotta make. Please.

Get lost.

I'm gonna give it to you

just as soon as I get back home, baby.

If you don't hang up the phone

you won't have anything left to give her. Now, hang up!

Oh, baby, I gotta go. Somebody wants to use the phone.

WOMAN: Larry? Larry, are you--?

Oh, please be home, Stevie. Please be home.

( answering machine beeps )

Hi-ho! It's Steve-a-reno.

Not in right now, but hey--

( rings )

About time you got off the line.

My fingers got a blister from dialing.

What the hell is going on?

We're gonna have a meltdown here in about 12 hours.

Maybe in about four.

So, what are you gonna do?

Louis,

I wanna take the janitor and his wife out.

Take them out? You mean--?

No, God, no. I mean take them out of Falco Plains.

I wanna get them right now and take them...

Uh, well, I wanna take them anywhere,

because if I don't,

Andrews will.

Slow down, Terry.

Okay.

Andrews killed the local eye doctor.

His name is Eakins.

He's the one that, you know,

did the retest on Harlan Williams,

the one that Williams passed.

That was a setup. I told you.

I know what you told me.

But then Major Moreland from Personnel paid me a visit.

That twit.

Yeah, well, that twit told me Williams did more than

pass the eye exam. He blew it away.

And so tonight, Jude Andrews blew away the eye doctor.

Do you know for certain it was--

No. I do know that Williams' file is gone,

and I tell you what,

I would not get near that base doc Ackerman

with a ten-foot pole

because he's the only other one that knows.

Knows what?

About Williams and about Redding.

Don't you get it?

Get what?

Redding was getting younger.

He was doing it fast because he got a direct blast

of...whatever happened at the lab explosion.

Williams was exposed to the same forces but not as much.

That's why he's going slower.

That's why he's still alive.

Jude Andrews has figured this all out.

He's playing us for suckers.

Look,

I'm stuck in DC until tomorrow.

( speaking Spanish )

Can't this wait

till I get back?

No. I've gotta move now.

Because I'm afraid that if I don't,

Andrews will grab Williams for The Shop.

As for Ackerman and Williams' wife,

they'll become unfortunate accidents.

And then so will we.

How'd you get out to that eye doctor so fast?

Oh, a couple of months ago

I had a new guy come in

who's been snooping around town.

He called me.

Any chance, uh, Andrews could connect him to you? Us?

Yeah, I think he already has.

Uh, I-- I got-- Uh, look, I gotta get out of here.

Terry.

Uh, look, let's play baseball again in half an hour.

Write fast, Louis.

Nine innings, 12 hits, six errors, four left on base.

Visiting: eight runs on 13 hits, six errors. Got it?

Got it. Terry. Terry.

( dial tone )

( ominous theme playing )

♪ The eyes ♪

Eakins. Eakins.

♪ Are upon you ♪

♪ Da na na na na ♪

Eakins.

Yo.

♪ The eyes of Eakins Are upon-- ♪

( choking )

The eyes of Texas are upon you.

( speaking Spanish )

No.

You have no proof it was Andrews.

You can't be sure.

Cut the bull, Louis. It's too late, or too early,

or too something.

It's Andrews and we both know it.

I wanna go get the janitor and his wife.

I want them clear.

Why did you call, Terry?

You know you're going to try it

whether I give you permission or not,

aren't you?

About him, I don't know much.

But she's one hell of a nice woman, Louis.

I don't want her on a slab with a tag tied to her toe.

Also you hate Andrews.

Yeah, I hate Andrews.

He's everything that's wrong with everything.

He's not National Security.

He's Murder, Incorporated.

I watched him butcher a whole family.

Is that the reason you stopped working together?

It doesn't matter. I wanna get them out. Now.

Before it gets light if I can.

Where are you gonna take them,

the local bed and breakfast?

I don't know yet, and when it comes down to that,

they may have a better idea than I do.

But if Andrews gets to them first,

that woman is gonna end up in a ditch with her throat cut,

and Williams is just gonna disappear.

And you know that.

So what do you want? Permission to kidnap a woman and a man

who may prove that there really is a fountain of youth?

Well, since you put it like that, yes.

Good God, Terry, you know I can't do that.

I've got 23 years and I'm a general,

not a heavy-duty general, not Patton,

but a U.S. government official

with orders and a damnable responsibility.

You're inviting me to be the guest of honor

in my own drumhead court-martial.

All on the basis of one phone call.

Well, actually, it was two.

All right, damn it, two.

Look, Louis, all I want

is for you to promise me a couple of things. One,

you'll remember what I told you tonight.

All right, what else?

Two, you won't let The Shop

make Harlan Williams into an "un-person."

And you won't let them turn me into an un-person in your mind.

That's three things, Terry.

But at a time like this, who's counting?

And Louis, if I pick up the phone sometime,

and ask you to play a game of baseball,

you won't hang up on me, will you?

Never.

You really are going up against Andrews, aren't you?

If I have to.

( speaking Spanish )

You wanna promise or you wanna forget it?

Louis, I'm out of time.

Go for it, Terry.

Yes.

Excuse me, sir. What room are you registered in at the hotel?

( doorbell buzzing )

Who is...?

What time is it?

It's 5:15.

I'll go. You stay here.

Harlan...

( doorbell continues buzzing )

Harlan, be careful.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Who the hell are you?

Easy. Easy.

I'm putting it away, putting it away.

It's all right, Harlan. I think I know her.

Good, God, woman. You never did learn to mind.

Please, Mr. Williams, there may not be much time.

Yeah? Why should I trust you? Give me one good reason.

You know who Jude Andrews is. You've seen him at the plant.

You talked to your wife about him.

Your house is bugged.

How do you know that?

I had it done the night you were injured.

Mrs. Williams, look in that lamp there.

Gina.

Take out the bulb

and give it to me.

Okay.

( glass shattering )

There's a receiver unit in your basement.

Come on in.

Thank you.

( guitar theme playing )

Harlan, we can't just go. All our things...

Gina, we have no other choice.

What about the house?

He's right, Mrs. Williams.

The only thing of yours they want

is the thing you really care about. Your husband.

Well, they're not gonna get him without one hell of a fight.

Let me tell you something.

The first thing Jude Andrews is going to do,

if he gets here before we're gone,

is to try and kill me.

I'm good. He's better.

If he drops me,

he'll then put a hole in your wife's head.

Why?

Where do we go?

I don't know.

We'll decide after we're on our way.

Let me suggest one other thing.

Bring your gun.