All language subtitles for Golden Years part2

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.