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( 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.