All language subtitles for Golden Years part3

( dog barking in distance )

( ominous theme playing )

Why did you want
the lipstick?

I'll tell you later.

I'd like you both
to get in the back seat.

You know something,
Miss Spann?

No.

My internal radar's
going crazy.

( engine starts )

( tires screeching )

Yeah, Terry,

just like old times.

Okay, I think we're safe

on this road
for maybe two hours.

It'll take them that long
to get their act together.

To coordinate the search
between state and local police.

But you're
from the government--

Yes, I work for the government,
so does Andrews.

Who is this Andrews?

The man I saw yesterday.

He's also the man that killed
your eye doctor last night.

No.
Dr. Eakins?

Listen, please, both of you,
we don't have any time.

I now believe there may be five
different government agencies

involved in the Gold Series.

Suddenly the stakes
are very high.

What's happening to you,
Mr. Williams,

has never happened
to any man in history.

The government
wants you.

Jude Andrews wants
to deliver you.

The only difference is that
when he catches up to us,

he wants to take you alive.

Your wife and I,
on the other hand,

are excellent candidates
for a landfill.

Oh, my God.

I think they'd consider it
"information control."

So you tell me,

east or west?

Otherwise,
we just flip a coin.

West.

Why west?

You know.

I don't like this, Mother.

We're going west.

( suspenseful theme playing )

I want someone in her office
in half an hour.

Tear the place apart.

Yeah.
Call me if you find anything.

Hello, Fredericks.
Where the hell you been?

Sleeping.
Here's the file you wanted.

Everybody take five.

Did you get briefed
on the situation?

Yeah. There's just one thing
I don't understand.

What's that?

Why is Terry doing this?

( chuckles )

Because she's an idiot.

That's a lovely way to talk
about your ex-partner.

Soon to be dead ex-partner.

That has a nice ring to it,
don't you think?

I was concerned
that she might have blown

possible career advancement
opportunities.

So do you have clearance
to take her out yet?

From the top.
Don't worry about it.

What am I doing here?

You're here to help the locals

in the search
for the murder suspect.

Murder suspect?

Sure. Harlan Williams.

He's your murder suspect.
Killed his eye doctor.

Old guy wanted
to keep working so bad,

after he flunked his eye test
the second time,

he put a few holes
in the doctor.

And then falsified
the test results.

Senile dementia.
Fear of aging.

Why, he's even starting
to dye his hair brown.

What about Terry
and Mrs. Williams?

Hostages.

Terry went to arrest him.

Somehow, the old guy got
the drop on her.

It might work.

I mean, with all this chaos,
it just might work.

( knocking on door )

Come in.

We're about ready, Mr. Andrews.
You got some pictures for me?

This is my associate,
Mr. Fredericks.

He'll be in charge
until I get back.

Pleased to work with you.
Yeah.

ANDREWS:
Call me the instant
they're located.

You understand? The instant.

Where will you be?

At Dr. Frankenstein's house.

Who?
Dr. Richard X. Toddhunter.

The guy that started this party.

( dramatic theme playing )

So I can't help you
with that, huh?

Harlan thinks we should
be heading the other way.

He just doesn't want
to involve Francie.

Who's that?
Our daughter.

Leave Francie out of this.

We can't. She'd never forgive us
if we did, and you know it.

She's been involved

in just about
every unpopular cause

there's been in this country
since what, 1968?

You remember the Democratic
convention in Chicago?

All those kids protesting
in front of the Convention Hall?

Well, she stayed.
She's still in Chicago.

That's where we're going?

GINA:
She doesn't like government
by the club,

our Francie.

She and Whitney wouldn't
want to help us.

TERRY:
Who's Whitney?

She has this beautiful
Seeing Eye dog named Whitney.

Big German shepherd.
Whitney loves her.

And people that don't love her?

Well, Whitney could
arrange for them

to lose part
of their operating equipment.

Well, it's further
than I wanted to go,

but maybe it's worth
the chance.

Why are you doing this?

'Cause I'm an idiot.

Let's get out of here.

( ominous theme playing )

TODDHUNTER:
What--? What did you say?

I think you heard me, doctor.

I said the janitor is
growing younger.

If, uh--

Oh.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm--

I feel a bit faint,
that's all.

May I have some water, please?

Thank you.

I've got a prescription.

Since the explosion,

I've been having
some difficulty,

nothing serious, mind you.

What you take is between you
and your physician, doc.

Did you hear and understand
what I said a minute ago?

Yes.

That the janitor is
growing younger.

My first impulse was to say
that's impossible,

but that would be anyone's first
impulse if told such a thing,

wouldn't you agree?

Yes.

But then I thought, no,

it's not impossible at all.

Of course, after all,

it's exactly along the lines
of what we were trying to do

with the guinea pigs,
isn't it?

I believe
they were mice.

Mice. Yes, mice.

But a guinea pig is
a guinea pig,

Mr. Andrews,
speaking in the generic sense.

But...

if this Williams received
only a light dusting--

And we were barely
into production one.

--that means that the effects

are much more powerful
than we had thought.

Much more powerful.

Would you like to see
this janitor?

Interview him?
Examine him?

Yes, at once.
Of course. Are you joking?

There must be tests.

There must be extensive testing.

We'll start tomorrow.

No, no, tonight, tonight.

I want him admitted
to the infirmary.

I want to do the prelim myself.

There's a slight problem.
Problem? What problem?

The janitor has split.

Taken a powder. On the lam.

He's run away?

Yeah. Now we've reached
an understanding.

He can't do that.
He's government property.

I'm aware of that.
But Mr. Williams is not.

There's certain people
in Washington

that need to be convinced.

Can you call those people?

Try and convince them that
getting Harlan Williams back

is not only important,
but should be considered

America's number one
top priority at this moment.

I most certainly will.

Now with whom
do you believe

I should start,
Mr. Andrews?

Well, I think
the Secretary of Defense

would be a good bet,
don't you?

A capital start, Mr. Andrews.

Operator,

this is Dr. Toddhunter.

Dr. Richard X. Toddhunter.

And this is
a maximum-security call.

That's right.

The number is 202...

( suspenseful theme playing )

There, that's the one.

GINA:
You don't mean
what I think you mean?

HARLAN:
I think she does, Mother.

She does.

GINA:
Your idea of inconspicuous
is very strange.

Do you want to know what's
inconspicuous, Mrs. Williams?

I'll tell you.

Something that's
too damn big

and improbable to be
what you're looking for.

I'd drive us to Chicago

in the Chrysler Building
if I could,

but it doesn't have wheels
and clearance on the bridges

between here and there
is too low.

That makes sense, I guess.

In a crazy sort of way.

Mr. Williams, while I see
if I can get this thing started,

I want you to drive my car
up to the entrance over there,

park it and leave the keys
in the ignition.

Leave 'em?

Well, I can't guarantee

that someone's gonna
come up there

and steal it,
but I can hope, can't I?

Well, I guess
there's no law against that.

I'll pick you up
in a minute.

HARLAN:
Uh, Miss Spann...

uh...

now that we're going into
the hearse-stealing business,

why don't you drop
the Mr. Williams

and just call me Harl.

I'm Terry. It's not much,
but my mom likes it.

Harlan,
where are your glasses?

I see better
without 'em now.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby. Yes.
( engine starts )

( sighs )

I can't believe
any of this is happening.

I keep thinking
I'll wake up.

Hm. It's happening,
all right.

I'm too old for this.

That makes two of us,
darling.

Does it?

Uh, it's going
to be a little cramped,

but the back seems
to be occupied.

Oh, my.

I'm kind of hoping
it's just a demo.

I mean, it's hard to imagine
some guy stopping for a movie,

or a couple games
of StarBlaster with a stiff

in the back
of his corpse-mobile.

I have a feeling good taste

is not one
of your strong points.

Heh. You sound
just like my mother.

( languid theme playing )

( phone ringing )

Yeah?

FREDERICKS: Hi.
Hold on.

Go get us some coffee
or something.

Yeah.

Pennsylvania police caught
Terry's car five minutes ago.

It's about time,
don't you think?

It's after 2 in the afternoon.

Is the janitor all right?

Anybody shot him,
I'll tack their hide--

Wait, wait, wait a second.
There were three kids in it.

ANDREWS:
What?

FREDERICKS:
All I know right now is
that a Pennsylvania state cop

spotted the license
on State Highway 29

and gave chase.

It looks like--
I know what it looks like.

She booted us.

I don't understand.

It's an old road-gang trick.

First thing you do
when you cut and run

is try and swap boots
with somebody.

Then when they bring out
the bloodhounds--

I see.
No, I don't think you do.

I'm beginning
to wonder if anybody does.

Listen, you talk
to that half-wit sheriff.

Get a list of anything
reported missing or stolen

in the last six hours.

From Falco Plains?

From anywhere
in a 200-mile radius.

I want a list of cars,
trucks, autos,

bicycles,
anything with wheels.

Uh, that may take
a little while.

You have that list
ready for me

when I get there.

When will that be?
I'm leaving now.

Yeah, but how am I g--?
Just do it.

I am not a secretary!

( birds chirping )

( peaceful theme playing )

Well, what do you think?

I think if a man looked
at it too long,

it'd boil his eyeballs.

What was it you said about

driving the Chrysler
Building to Chicago?

Well, I didn't think
you'd take me seriously.

Actually, it was
a damn good idea, Harlan.

Hey, Gina.

Wanna see something
that'll boil your eyeballs?

Hey, sweetheart?

Maybe she didn't
hear you.

She's not deaf.

Gina? You okay, darling?

I'm fine. Just leave me alone
for a while, Harl.

What's wrong, honey?

Please, leave me alone.

Can't you understand English?

Gina,
tell me what's wrong.

( sighs )

Can't you see what's wrong?

I'm old.

I don't want you looking at me
because I'm old.

Honey. Gina.

( sobbing )

I've never felt old before,

because we've always
been together.

And now I'm old.

I am old.

Shush.

I'm old too.
I'll be 71 next fall.

No, you've got it wrong, Harl.

Today is your birthday.

No, it's not. It's not--
Yes.

It's today.

And I'd say you were 65.

Gina--
Don't you think I know?

Don't you think
I've lived with you

long enough to have
a pretty good idea

of how old my husband is?

Today you're 65.

You'll have a birthday again
in another week

and you'll be 60.

And then in a few days
after that you'll be 55.

Because it's not slowing down.
Gina.

It's not.

Gina, it's just a bit
of man-made freakishness,

that's all.

It could be a lot worse.

I could be changing
into a human alligator,

or something like
in the horror movies.

MAN:
Dr. Toddhunter,
I need your signature.

What time do you have?

Half past the hour.

Hm. Are we ready?

Yes, sir. I have it scheduled
for this afternoon.

Do it now.

Now, doctor?
Do it now.

Sir, but you see--
Do it now.

But--
Do it now!

They--
Now, you listen to me,

you overpriced,
overpaid simpleton.

Time marches to the beat

of a very different drummer,
do you not see that?

But, sir--

Open your ears, listen,
you can hear it.

I hear it.
I hear it all the time.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Tappy, tappy, tap.

In my brain,
the little drum says:

"Don't wait. Don't wait.
Don't wait. Don't wait."

Do it now. Do it now!

Yes, sir.
Do it now!

Do it now!
( alarm ringing )

Do it now.

( mysterious theme playing )

GINA:
Harlan?

What?

Are you coming?

In a minute.

I'm sorry, Mother,

but I'm not gonna be able
to sleep a wink

until I take a look
in here.

Oh, he's about 60.
He's skinny as a chicken leg.

He looks like my cousin Cecil.

You peeked?

Of course I peeked.

I told him we'd get him
back to his people

as soon as we could.

Now come on to bed.

I don't know. I--

I've sure been
to enough funerals,

but dead bodies
still give me the willies.

You remember that mummy
we saw at Coney Island?

( Gina chuckles )

King Ramses,
2000 years old.

Now, how can you
remember his name?

You dared me to touch it.
How could I not remember?

I remember all those things
we did in those days.

I remember all of them.

Mm.

You remember how we'd
go down in the water,

pretending we were leaving
on a grand voyage?

The Queen Elizabeth,

first class,
starboard side.

Boats would pull away
from the pier,

balloons tied
to their rails.

All the people waving
and cheering.

People on the boats,
people on the pier.

Harlan?
Mm-hm?

You're one of the people
on the boat now.

And I'm one of the people
on the pier.

I'm waving to you.

And the water between us
is getting wider,

and the boat's
getting smaller

and smaller,

and pretty soon
it'll be too small to see.

And you'll be gone,

you'll be gone.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( sighs )

I'll just take care of myself,
thank you very much.

( engine starts )

( ominous theme playing )

( door opening )

I didn't know
this was happy hour.

You got any beer?

I want you off this base,
mister.

Domestic's fine,
I'm not picky.

You need some pork rinds.

I know they're hell
for the old cholesterol,

but nobody lives forever,
do they?

I'll give you exactly

one hour or I will--

Throw me in the brig?

No, mister,
in the infirmary,

in restraints,
and so doped up,

you'll think
you were on the bridge

of the starship Enterprise.

No, you won't.

What did you say?

This is
my investigation now.

Oh, is it?

And whom, may I ask,
has made it your investigation?

The defense secretary
of the United States of America,

sir.

The orders were telexed
at 3:09 this afternoon.

I've also been placed in charge
of the investigation

of the poor doctor's
cowardly murder.

You bastard.

Looks like the work
of terrorists to me.

Car bomb,
pretty standard stuff.

Yeah.
Typical slimeball tactics.

I've also been charged
with the recovery

of one Harlan Williams,

who seems to have been
infected by this incursion.

It also seems likely
that it's had an adverse--

Dangerously adverse effect
on his mental state.

What are you talking about?

He wanted to keep his job.

In fact,
he was obsessed with his job.

When he failed
his eye examination,

the doctor who failed him
was murdered.

He passed the retest.
Did he?

It's hard to tell.

Williams' file is missing
from Eakins' office.

Well, isn't
that interesting.

Because a few hours ago,

his medical records were stolen
from Falco Plains.

I know, by Dr. Ackerman.

We found part
of Williams' file in his car.

Photocopies.

Somebody broke in
to the medical record's file,

took the originals.
Ackerman.

Ackerman had a key.
He wouldn't need to break in.

Maybe he wanted to make it look
like somebody else did it.

( thunder crashes )

You better start moving,
mister.

I don't know anything
about a telex from Washington.

And by my count,

you've got 55 minutes.

Yeah, well, I'm in charge.

And I drive one big bulldozer,
my friend.

And I'm gonna have Williams
and his wife

and your pet poodle
by noon tomorrow.

And if you get in my way,

you're gonna be a bloody rag
in one of the tracks.

Maybe.

And maybe you thought
you'd have him

before the sun went
down today.

If you wanna keep your pension
and those tin stars,

you stay the hell
out of my way.

( thunder crashes )

I'm surprised at you, general.

Removing evidence from the scene
of a federal crime?

Ah.
You could get 15 years.

Thanks for the drink,
mister.

( thunder crashes )

Evening, Harlan.

How'd you know it was me?

Got your own way
of walking.

I'm here to relieve you.

I'm fine.
No, you're not.

You're plumb tuckered out.
You need some sleep.

You promise to wake me
in an hour?

Two hours. Deal?

Deal.

Terry.

They gonna catch us?

I don't know.

You know, people in
The Shop used to say

John Rainbird was the best
field operative that ever lived.

Me?

I always thought
Andrews was better.

They could catch us,

yeah.

What happens then?

Well...

a mystery, that's number one.

That's a big immutable.

And Gina?

I think the odds are good

your wife will
also cease to exist.

You ever thought of maybe
turning yourself in?

Turn myself in?

They might find a way
to reverse it.

( laughs )

They don't even know what
they did in the first place.

How can you expect them
to be able to reverse it?

Well, Toddhunter's crazy,
but he does knows what he did.

Or he will.

Even if he could,

do you really think
he would?

Do you?

No.

I think he'd do tests.

I think he'd watch you.

Wait for it to be over...

one way or the other.

( sighs )

And what if it goes
all the way to the end?

What happens
to Harlan Williams then?

Do I turn back
into a child again?

Do I get to be one month old,
day old?

Do I get to be a preemie
in an incubator somewhere...

and then die?

I'm never going back,
Terry,

not unless someone gets lucky
and throws a halter over me.

And if they don't get lucky?

Then I get lucky.

And they take me back
on a cooling porter.

Now, go on.

Get some sleep.

( squeaking )

( doors closes )

ANDREWS:
Dr. Toddhunter.

We'll have the old man
by tomorrow night.

I'll believe it
when I see it.

You will.

In any case,
here's his medical records.

They're for your eyes only.

Where did you get these?

Does it matter?

You wanted 'em, you got 'em.

What's happening
with the mouse?

Nothing.

( sighs )

Good night.

Good night.

Time is growing short,
my friend.

You're not safe here.

You understand that,
don't you?

You're all I have right now.

My only living record
until we find the janitor.

( sighs )

You'll be comfortable
in my house.

We'll even bring along a couple
of your girlfriends.

( laughs )

Thought you'd like that.

( mysterious theme playing )

It stopped, Father.

After a while...

they always stop.

Anyway...

I brought it, Father...

just the same because--

You were the one who told me
because you were the one who--

Who let me in on the secret...

that time is short.

Time is very, very,

very, very short.

But it's all we have...

of course.

Isn't that true, Father?

Time is all we have?

( sniffs )

( whispers ):
I love you, Father.

Well, it was
a great relief to me.

All the same, you know...

when your time ran out.

Good night, Father.

Okay, that's fine.

( drumroll playing )

What's going on, Rick?

I'm sorry, sir, I--
I can't let you out.

I-- I've been given orders,

and I can't--
Get out of the way!

I'm sorry, sir, I can't.
You're restricted to base.

Get the hell
out of the way!

Please, sir, I have my orders.

I'm coming through.

You understand, sir,
I will carry them out.

You're late.

FREDERICKS:
What time is it? I'm bushed.

Get unbushed.
Do it in a hurry.

An hour's sleep is
all I got last night--

Forget about it.
You can sleep later.

You're here because this
situation is not under control.

I thought you knew that.

Are you online yet?

Yes, sir.
Two minutes ago.

They've gone to ground.

That's all,
don't worry about it.

We've got 150 agents
in the field,

all the way from Pennsylvania
to upstate New York.

We'll have another 150
by noon.

There will not be a problem,
I assure you.

Your assurance has cut no ice
with me, Fredericks.

We have one
hell of a problem here.

You don't know
how bad this could be.

I don't understand
what you're so upset about.

You ought to get
down on your knees

and thank whatever God
you believe in

they're not somewhere
right now spilling their guts.

Who the hell would believe them?

Who? Anyone who saw
it happening, that's who.

Terry's not stupid.

What if she decides
to have this, uh,

janitor locked up
by some Podunk sheriff?

Why would she do that?

To keep him out of our hands
long enough to make this look

like something else
besides the flying saucer story.

At first, nobody would believe
what's happening to him.

But if it should take us
some time to get him back,

Toddhunter says
he could change.

And then Harlan Williams
finds himself in one great,

big lively media circus.

The guy who got
an accidental drink

at the fountain of youth.

And now the big bad feds

are chasing him,
wanting to lock him up.

Some nice old folks
with gray hair

and bad arthritis might find
that a little annoying,

don't you think?

Yeah.

It has to be us.

We have to get him back.

And do what with him?

Put him in Toddhunter's hands.

He's the only one
that really understands

what Harlan Williams means.

Yeah, but you know
what you want, right?

And you want Terry.

That's right.

I want Terry.

More than anything I've ever
wanted in my whole life.

I want her.

All right, let's say
we get arrested

and taken into custody,
what's the downside?

I can see by your face
that there is one.

Lee Harvey Oswald,
that's the downside.

I don't understand.

If they decide
they can't get Harlan back

before what's happening
leaks out,

they may decide to stop it
from happening.

Oswald was no Dillinger,

shot while he was running
down an alley.

He was shot while he was
in a police garage.

While he was
in police custody.

But the man that shot Oswald,
that Jack Ruby, he was crazy.

There's plenty of people thought
he was sent to do a job.

Hey, mister,
you're a quart low on oil.

All right.

TERRY:
Sometimes it's easier

to believe in a conspiracy
than plain outright craziness.

But that doesn't mean
it doesn't happen.

Not every guy
who ever hanged himself

in a jail cell
committed suicide.

I'm just saying
it could happen.

You're saying
that Harlan could get killed.

But they'd leave you alone,
Gina.

I'd be dead,
but they'd leave you alone.

Oh, stop that.
We're in this together.

Like everything else,
we're in this together.

Ease off, darling.

Don't tell me to ease off.

Gina, please.

( sighs )

Look, we might make it

to your daughter's place
in Chicago.

What happens after that,
I don't know.

We also might get you two
picked up by a police department

that would lock you up tight
and keep you safe.

The point is...

we have to choose.

That'll be 11.40.

( suspenseful theme playing )

If Jack Ruby killed the man

who killed the president
and the police couldn't stop it,

what chance does Harlan have

if he gets arrested
for shoplifting

and they decide
to come after him?

If they send that man,
Andrews, after him?

If they send Jude Andrews,

I wouldn't give him
a snowball's chance in hell.

No matter
where he was locked up.

What are we standing
here for?

We're wasting daylight.

Let's not waste daylight.

And when we get to Harrisburg,

let's just keep going.

I'll explain it
on the way.

GINA:
♪ The Lord said to Noah
To build him an arky, arky ♪

♪ Lord said to Noah
To build him an arky, arky ♪

BOTH:
♪ Build it out
Of hickory barky, barky ♪

♪ Children of the Lord ♪

♪ Lord said to Noah ♪

♪ There's gonna be
A floody, floody ♪

♪ Lord said to Noah ♪

♪ There's gonna be
A floody, floody ♪

ALL:
♪ Get your feet out
Of the muddy, muddy ♪

♪ Children of the Lord ♪

♪ Animals, they came on ♪

♪ They came on
By twosies, twosies ♪

♪ Animals, they came on ♪

♪ They came on
By twosies, twosies ♪

♪ Elephants
And kangaroosies, roosies ♪

♪ Children of the Lord... ♪

( dramatic theme playing )

( puppet laughing )

( gun zapping )
( bell dings )

PUPPET:
Oh, you got me.

Okay.

( chuckles )

You guys are as ugly as ever,
aren't you?

Still got your voice-ac
up there, Terry?

Of course, you do.

Your mama didn't raise
no fools, did she?

( sighing ):
Well...

at least you'll have a record
of this if--

If you get back here.

I came here to think.

Heh.

It's the only office at Falco

I'm almost positive
Andrews doesn't have a key to.

Almost.

( sighs )

I should've known
you'd go rogue.

From the first time I...

got a look at your friends.

Are you dead yet, Terry?

I wonder.

( sighs )

I hope not.

You think
you can handle it, Harl?

I'll be fine.

( sighs )

And it's the best way.

It's nuts.
That's what it is.

I didn't come all this way
to be separated from you now.

HARLAN:
They're looking
for three people, Gina.

An elderly woman,
an elderly man

and a beautiful younger woman.

I don't remember hearing
anything about beautiful, Harl.

Hush. Can't you see
how scared she is?

I'm not scared.
It's just--

What they're not looking for

is a man all on his own
and two women,

mother and daughter,

taking the bus to Chicago.

I just don't want to be
separated from you, Harl.

It feels wrong.

We'll be together again,
at our daughter's house.

DRIVER:
Uh, is anybody
getting on here?

Because, uh, I got
a schedule to keep.

Hold your horses, Mac.

You promise?

I promise.

( sobs )

Take care, gramps.

( chuckles )

You bet, kiddo.

Now, you remember
the address of that place?

You bet.

HARLAN:
See you there.

( somber theme playing )

Come on, Mom,
we don't want to be left

on the side of the rode, do we?

Boy, I hate
these side-of-the-roaders. Ha.

They're not like this
on the Indiana side,

let me tell you.

Drive the bus and put
your mouth in neutral.

How does that sound?
Does that sound, okay?

Yeah, yeah,
you can't talk to me like--

( sighs )

( mouths ):
I love you.

I love you too, Harlan...

so much.

I love you.

Bye, Gina.

See you soon.

Nobody's doing any thinking.

Plenty of running around
but no thinking.

I have to take
all the blame myself.

I'm so sure I can catch them.

Just reach out my hand
and catch them.

Yeah, okay.

She clouded my judgment,
I admit it.

This isn't the first time
she's gotten in my way.

Terry Spann and I go back
a lot of years.

That's neither here nor there.

The question is--
Is, where are they?

Where in hell's name
are they going?

And who'd know?

( man whistling
David Bowie's "Golden Years" )

( grinding )

( phone rings )

Uh, Administration Section.
Mrs. Rogers speaking.

CREWES ( over phone ):
Let me speak
to Major Moreland.

I'm sorry, Major Moreland
is updating his files

and can't be disturbed.

This is General Crewes,
Mrs. Rogers.

If I'm not talking to him
within the next 15 seconds,

you'll finish your career
as a stamp liaison officer

commuting between Cambodia
and Iraq.

We-- I-- I--
General Crewes, I--

Well-- I--
I didn't recognize your voice.

Just get him now!

Yes, sir. I-- I--
I'll just--

Loo-- I-- I--
I'm not cutting you off,

I'm-- I'm just gonna
put you on hold.

( somber theme playing )

HARLAN:
Thank you, sir.

Yeah, no problem.
Where are you headed?

Chicago.

Ah, we seem to be
thinking alike, my friend.

Ah, great.

( knocking on door )
Come in.

Gen--

Come in,
Major Moreland.

General Crewes.

That the complete
Williams' file?

Yes. It's, uh, bulky, but you
said to bring everything.

Including your memos

of the last two
physical exams Williams took?

Now, as to this business
about the exams,

General Crewes,
I want you to know

that it has never been
my policy to obstruct--

I'm sure it wasn't.

Now, call Mrs. Rogers,
tell her to order everyone

to go home right now.
What?

I want that administration wing
empty before they shut it down.

You understand me?
Yes, sir. That is--

When she yells "frog,"
does everybody jump, mister?

Oh, yes--
Yes, sir, they do.

Have her yell "frog"
at the top of her lungs.

And have her tell 'em no more
calls to be answered today.

If the phones ring,
they're to let them ring.

Have you got that?
Yes, sir!

Get on it.

( clears throat )

Mrs. Rogers.

Moreland.

Of course.

( dialing )

( line ringing )

WOMAN ( over phone ):
Falco Plains.
How may I direct your call?

Major John Moreland.

That's Administration.
I'll ring.

( line ringing )

( ringing )

Oh.

Come on. Come on.

( ringing )

( multiple phones ringing )

Come on.

( dialing )

( line ringing )

WOMAN ( over phone ):
Falco Plains.
How may I direct your call?

Same as last time.
Moreland, in Administration.

Nobody picks up there.

Oh, that's really
not possible. You see--

Never mind, operator.

Get me extension 946.

Yes, sir.

( line ringing )

MAN ( over phone ):
Hello. Burton here.

Andrews here.

I want you to go
over to Administration

and call me back.

What for?

Just get over there
and call me back.

Do it now.

( sighs )

If there's anything I can do
to help the general?

Yeah, sure is.
Power up Terry's computer.

Get connected with
Central Records in Washington.

Well, I have no Central Records
authorization, general.

I don't care about
authorization, major.

Things have gone way
past that point.

You mean to tell me you can't
get into Central Records?

That you don't spend half
your time nosing around,

seeing what you can find out?

I bet you even had a look
at my files, for that matter.

General Crewes,
I would never, never...

Can you get in or can't you?

Well, I do happen
to have a password,

which, if it hasn't changed
and there's, uh, a modem

on Miss Spann's
computer console...

There is.

Just do it.

( sighs )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( keyboard clicking )

How we doing, major?

I'm in.

( clears throat )

The code word still works.

Now, find Harlan Williams' file.

Yes, sir.

Once you find it,
delete it.

What?

You heard me.

What--?
What are you doing?

I know this offends
every instinct

of your bank-clerk soul, major.

But if Jude Andrews hasn't
gotten here ahead of us,

he's only one step behind.

Andrews? Why, what's--?

That scary guy
with the dead eyes?

What's he got to do with this?

I mean, I couldn't even find
his name in the--

That's right.

He's Shop, major.

And you won't find
any Shop personnel

in any file mere mortals
like us can access.

There's just one man
in all the world

you'd less like to have
on your tail,

and that's me.

Now, that's-- That's--

That's piracy.
That's-- That's theft.

It's vandalism.
It's against the law.

You could go to jail.

It's not a suggestion,
Moreland.

It's an order.

Well...

I refuse the order.

( clears throat )

Hello?

( phone rings )

Uh, hello?

ANDREWS ( over phone ):
I told you to call me.

What's the matter, you been
taking dumb pills again?

They're all gone. Uh, most
of the computers are still on,

but the people who are supposed
to be working 'em are gone.

It's like a ghost ship
in here.

How did you know?

Never mind how I knew.

Now, listen and listen closely.

Our friend, General Crewes,

is possibly under the influence
of his idiot protégé.

He's also going rogue.

Crewes?

Shut up.