All language subtitles for The Rockford Files S05e22 A Different Drummer

Doc, do you do
organ transplants?

When I was in the hospital, I...
I saw fingers on the body move.

Have you ever
seen an autopsy, Jim?

What did he do in the Army?

Psychological warfare.

A doctor?
A patient.

An inmate.
Trustee.

A banana.

This is Jim Rockford,

At the tone,
leave your name and message.

I'll get back to you.

Jim, this is Andrée
at Tod's Food Mart.

Listen, there's a guy down here
by the name of Angel Martin

who's charged $110 worth of
groceries to your account.

Is that okay with you?

Watch it!

Where'd that moron
come from?

I don't know.

C'mon, let's get out of here...
Oh, no!

Look at my front end!

Forget about the truck!
There's the cops! Come on! Come on!

This guy's out.
Call an ambulance.

You fellas okay?

Yeah, sure, but
the truck won't start.

You fellas been drinking?

Drinking?

Maybe one beer,
that's all.

Jake...
One unconscious...

Bring the balloons.
We got a couple of deuces here.

Attention, please,.

All patients waiting for emergency
admitting, please form a line,

Fill this out.
I'll be back in a moment.

All right. Oh, nurse,
I'd like to make a phone call.

Stand against that wall.

Well, I ain't taking
no breath thing,

and I ain't
blowing up no balloons.

One lousy beer.

That's your choice,
mister,

but if you don't
take the test,

you're gonna lose
your license for six months

and you're gonna
go to jail.

I'm gonna check
with the doctor,

see if we can
get outta here.

Hey, lookie here.

It's the guy that
caused the accident.

You guys hit me
from behind.

That's a dead-bang
loss in court.

Yeah, except you ain't
gonna tell it that way,

or you're gonna buy
yourself a lot of heartache.

Is that so?

What my friend here is trying
to say is you dummy up,

or you start collecting lead
for the recycling center.

Officer, these two dribblers
just threatened my life.

Sir, I'll send my partner back
to take a full report later.

Right now these gentlemen
have a date with the county.

Come on, fellas.

Let's go.

Yeah, I just need
to make a phone call, Nurse.

Are you in pain?

Well, it's my head
and my knee.

I get a little dizzy,
I keep coming in and out.

It could be a concussion.
I'll get a neurologist.

I got a trick knee
and it's locked, it's out.

And an orthopedist.

Oh, and I'll need
to use the phone.

My father is expecting me.

He'll be a little worried
so if I can...

I'll see what I can do
about the pain.

Use the phone,
is what I really need most.

I'm sorry
about your son.

Everything possible
was done to save him.

But it was
too late.

Doctor Roberts just signed
the death certificate.

I'm asking you to authorize
a cornea transplant.

It would mean
a lot to someone else.

Your son is dead.

We must operate now.

Can we
think it over?

There's not time.
I wish I could say there was.

This type of operation
must be done immediately.

All right.

Thank you.

Doctor Kelly to Radiology.

Doctor Kelly to Radiology.

Thank you, so much.

Come on, darling.

Dr, Roberts to CCU.
Dr, Roberts to CCU.

Here we go.

Nurse, how long?

You'll feel better
in less than a minute.

No... Uh...
I mean the telephone.

Hey.

You shouldn't be here.
Hey.

Hey, that man's alive.

Now just
take it easy, sonny.

You've been
having nightmares.

Hi, Dad.

You been here long?

Oh, several hours.

The doc said that you
still had some shock

from the accident
and a concussion.

That's what made you
sort of lightheaded.

Oh, hey, the truck,
did I ruin it?

Aw, no, you can fix it.

All we got to do
is take some dents

out of the back end
of the cab.

Back of the cab?

Remember them two
concrete blocks

I was packing around
in my truck

to put under the
planter on the porch?

Well...
Did they go through the cab?

Well, it's you
that counts, anyway.

Oh, well.
But, that's all, right?

Well, there was
a little side damage.

A window on
the passenger side.

It don't amount to nothing, though.
Nothing.

Oh, Dad, I'm sorry.

I know that truck
was your pride and joy.

I just feel terrible.

Over that silly
little old truck?

It's just a toy
of mine, anyway.

You know I like
to monkey around with it

and tinker with the
engine and shine it.

I spend way
too much time

shining that thing,
I'll tell you that.

Hey, the doc said that
as soon as you come to,

we can get out of here.

You know, they can get
spare parts for trucks, but

people, there ain't
no spare parts available.

Oh, hey, Dad.

I saw something
really weird

when they
brought me in here

just before that shot of whatever
the nurse gave me took me out.

Well, Terry, he said that

it's gonna take
quite a bit of time

to get
that window, so

he's gonna loan me a new pickup.
Yeah, I gotta

find out who that was.

Somebody was
doing surgery.

Apparently the patient was
dead, but...

Sonny, I... I don't like
hospitals much.

Why don't we get you
out of here and get you home?

Well, how are we today?

How you doing today,
Mr. Rockford?

How's the head?

Stiff just like
the rest of me.

That's typical.

Well, let's have a look here.

Can you move
the leg?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Doc, do you
do organ transplants?

Well, they do them in the hospital.
I don't do them.

Well, this is certainly
an old injury.

What is that, football?

Yeah, that and the Army.

I've got some questions

I'd like to ask you
about something I saw.

It was surgery
of a corneal transplant.

And I saw the hand
on a body move.

Move?

Forget about it.

Let me tell you something,
you can leave anytime you wish.

I'll send in a nurse.
Oh, thanks, Doc.

Come on,
let's get going.

Dad, I plainly saw...

I don't care
what you saw.

Now I know you, sonny.

These folks here
are good people

and they're trying to do good
for a lot of people. But you,

you go getting suspicious,

you get your back up
and then pretty soon

you're trying to solve a case
where there ain't no case.

Now ain't it bad enough
you wrecked my truck

without trying to wreck
the whole medical profession?

I'm going to get a taxi.

I prescribed
a slight sedative

in case you have
trouble sleeping.

But if you get dizzy, you get
yourself right back here, all right?

All right. Yeah, Doc.

I've been thinking about
what I saw last night.

That boy was dead?

That's right, Mr. Rockford.
Killed in a motorcycle accident.

Wait a minute.
You don't buy that? Mmm.

You think that Lee Yost was in
there cutting a healthy patient?

All I know is
I saw his hand move.

What's your problem?

I told you.
Are you a doctor?

Oh, oh.
No.

Well, let me tell you
that a slight hand movement

in a corpse that's
less than an hour old

is just nerves.

Nothing improper
happened to that man.

And my advice to you is to take a couple
of these, go home and go to sleep.

And leave the business
of medicine to doctors, huh?

Well, who is Lee Yost?

Good night,
Mr. Rockford.

Hope you
feel better.

If you knew anything about
the Life Extension Foundation,

I think probably you'd regret
everything you just said.

The Life Extension Foundation?

Well, sir, I don't see how
that makes any difference.

All I'm trying to do
is find out

if the Life Extension
Foundation is non-profit or not.

They're in the book.
Why don't you call them?

Well, they're closed
on Thursdays

and I have to file
this return this afternoon,

or I'll get a terrible
tongue lashing on Friday.

Just a moment.

One of these days
you are gonna get yourself

into real trouble

using the Phone Company
like that.

Aw, come on, Dad, the Phone Company?
What do they care?

Oh?

You remember
when you was growing up

and you used to call the
drugstore and you'd ask them,

"Do you have
Prince Albert in a can?"

Then you'd laugh
and chuckle and say,

"Let him out
before he suffocates."

You didn't think you was
gonna get in no trouble then,

but remember what happened when
they come over to our house?

That was Mr. Gelson.

He owned the drugstore.

Not the phone company.

The Life Extension Foundation

is not a
non-profit foundation.

It is not non-profit.

No, sir. So you can't get
a tax deduction for a gift.

I have to go now.

What is it, if it's not
a non-profit foundation?

Well, it's listed as
a medical referral service,

whatever that is.

Now, I really must go.

Excuse me,
just one last question.

Yes!

Do you have Prince
Albert in a can?

Prince Albert
is a tobacco company,

and it is not
a California corporation.

Well, then, let him out
before he suffocates.

Jerk.

Jerk.

You're never
gonna grow up.

Oh, yes,
I'm going to need to rent a car.

What do you have available?

Dad, get down!
Get down! Get down!

Stay down!

Them the guys you was
in the accident with?

You may have a point.

Look, call Dennis,
will you?

I was also nosing around
that guy Yost.

Will you please
call Dennis?

I will, Dad!

As soon as I think
I can get to that telephone

without getting
my head shot off!

Hi. Oh, hi.

Looking for Mr. Yost?

Yes. I'm Jim Rockford.

I'm the representative
for Medical Life magazine.

We're doing an article
on Lee and his work.

All I have so far
is just a great legend.

I want to call it
"Yost to the Post."

Huh?

"Yost to the Post"
like ah, horses to the post.

You see, we understand
that Lee gets there

in a hurry to save the
lives of needy patients.

MS. You're Miss...

I'm not a feminist
or anything.

But when you say "Miss"

you're sort of
putting us down.

Not as a group so much
but, like, individually.

Right. Well,
about this article.

I never read
medical magazines.

I know I should,
but it's so creepy.

All about operations
and everything.

And, boy, when I read
about an illness,

I get all the symptoms, like,
before I get to the bottom of the page.

Hmm, yes.

Yes, well, Miss, uh, Ms.,
you didn't say your name?

Oh, it's Sorel
Henderson with one "8."

Oh, but it's too late,
because I have to go pick up

the cross matches
that Mr. Yost wanted.

Thank you, Miss...
Ms. Henderson.

Well, my time is your time,
and your time is my time.

Right.

It's a lyric to a song.

I forget who sings it,
but I love it.

"Your time is my time,
my time is your time."

I just love it.

I think it was
Rudy Gernreich.

Well, see ya.

Check back later if you still want to
see Lee about that newspaper article.

It's a magazine.

Oh, hi.

I got these bullet holes
almost all patched up now.

Do you believe
that car rental agency?

I had my choice between that
and a Japanese roller skate.

45 bucks a day and it
corners like the Forrestal.

Now that's gratitude
for you.

Yeah?
James Rockford?

Yes.
This is Lee Yost.

I understand from
my secretary

you were down here today
looking for me. Yes.

And that you now have a job
with American Medical.

Well, yeah,
I do this and that.

Kind of a renaissance man.

Look, Mr. Rockford,

I understood you had some problems
at the hospital the other day.

And, uh, quite frankly,

I'd be glad to answer
any questions you have.

Really?
Really.

Pick a place.

Well, what I do
is work out the logistics

involved in
transplantation situations.

Tissue matching, legal forms,
transporting and delivery.

There are a couple dozen
private individuals

around the country
doing the same thing.

Finding donors and matching
them with recipients.

Well, who makes the
decision on who gets what?

Doctors.

The surgical implant team makes
an evaluation on the basis of

the probable success
of the operation.

Well, about
your enterprise.

Do you run that
by yourself?

Me and
a part-time secretary.

I could get a federal grant
or go non-profit status

and try for
charitable donations, but

I'm hoping to be
in something else soon.

Oh, yeah?

Sometimes it gets
pretty wearing.

I think about
giving it up.

Yeah, well,
I know how you feel.

I get to feeling that way
about my work sometimes,

but I like
to eat too much.

Oh, I don't need
the money.

There's an army
retirement check in my box

the first of each month.

You can live on that?

I was a battalion commander
when I was retired.

I inherited a few dollars.

I've got to
get out here more.

It's beautiful.
Yeah.

You know,
when I was in the hospital,

I saw fingers
on the body move.

I figured
that's what happened.

You ever seen
an autopsy, Jim?

Only fora minute or so.

There's considerable
movement after death.

Your medical training
comes from the Army?

Partly. I also have
paramedic training.

I don't know, you're such a relaxed guy.
You know, very cool.

I would think
that a job like yours

would be high pressure
to the third power.

Well, I have a lot
of outside interests.

Things that work off
the adrenalin.

I'm a cross-country skier,
I'm a freak for basketball.

No kidding. Me, too.

Matter of fact, I'm teed off because
I have to miss a game tonight

because I'm going out of town.

But I get
to see one tomorrow.

The Knicks play.
No, the Lakers play.

The Knicks will be there.

Even the curb bookies
are giving 12 points.

Listen, why don't
you come with me?

I get a lot
of extra tickets.

I thought you'd never ask.

I'll phone you tomorrow,
we'll figure out when and where we meet.

All right. Here,
I'll get this one.

Okay, thanks.

I hope I've answered
all your questions, Jim.

Yeah, yeah,
I think so.

Hi, it's the janitor.

You working late in there?

Uh, how do you get
a bulb replaced?

That's an electrical deal.

I'm building maintenance.

I don't care
whose department it is.

I gotta audit these books.

I could go blind
waiting for them.

Do you think
you could get me a bulb?

You see, I'd have to go all the
way down to the sub-basement,

find out where the guy
keeps the key,

find the bulbs,
it'd take one half an hour.

Yeah, well,
I don't mind waiting.

I gotta be here all night

and I don't want to leave
the building in the morning

with a guide dog.
Do you think you could get me a bulb?

Okay, you got it.

This is one
of my favorite offices.

It's like nobody's in here.

Really?

Whoo! Hey hero!

Come on out and play!

Wake up, Tinker Bell!

Come on out here!

Drive it, Casey.

Hey, mister,
you didn't get the message!

Get outta here!

Hey, listen, you yahoo,

you was supposed
to keep your mouth shut!

They got
an arraignment on us.

Get outta here.
I've got a gun this time!

Oh, big deal!

You scare us
like nothing!

You go to court against us,

and you're dead.

I filed a complaint
against Casey and Dumas

right after they
threatened me.

I've talked to Dennis twice
about these yo-yos,

but he says they're
playing hard-to-find.

I don't think they'll be
around here again.

Say, how was
the basketball game?

You and that Yost getting to be
pretty good friends, aren't you?

First the Laker game, and now he's
asked you over to his house for brunch.

You're getting
to be real pals.

Yeah, we're not pals, Dad.

I'm still a little concerned
about him.

But you do like him?

Oh yeah, he's a good enough
guy on the surface, I guess.

Ah, you know, Dad,

when I first got
involved in this thing,

I thought I had bungled onto
somebody who was jumping the gun.

You know, moving on an organ
donor before the last count.

Now I know
that's impossible.

It's just too many checks
and balances.

The hospital
is very strict,

the medical profession,
they're very strict.

That boy was dead.

I told you that.
I told you that from the beginning.

Well, why isn't Yost
non-profitable?

Every legitimate service

that does that kind
of work is non-profit.

They work through the system.

They supply organs
to patients.

It's a wonderful
life-saving work.

All I know is that
the hospitals

and the doctors
aren't involved.

But Yost,
somehow he's different.

I'd like to know whether

he's the one who tried to
kill me the first time.

I don't know.
It seems to me

if two fellas
are going to be friends,

you can't start out being
friends by investigating him.

Well, did you ever think
of the possibility

that maybe he's
buddying up to me

just to keep tabs on me?

Well, it was them two
cowboys that wrecked my car

that tried to kill you,

and Becker will get
them, don't you worry.

And his office is like
a stage set.

There's nothing personal
around anywhere.

I am standing here
just hoping that my son

did not break into
that good man's office.

How do I look?

Oh, you look fine.

I can understand
your misgivings.

As a doctor I often feel
that once the secrecy

and fear is taken out
of transplantation,

public response will
eliminate donor shortages.

How long have you known Lee?

I don't, really.

To tell you the truth,
I don't like the guy.

There's no reason.

I mean,
he's personable enough.

But something seems missing.

He's different.

I don't know,
I just don't like the way he works.

Too smooth,
too self-interested.

You're eating his food.

You're drinking
his scotch.

I guess both of us
are here

to get
a little closer to Lee.

Yeah.

Well, I think I'll hit the buffet
table again like a real hypocrite.

Nice talking to you,
Dr. Addison.

You too, Jim.

"Yost to the Post"?

Oh, hi there.
How's Rudy Gernreich?

I brought this over for you.

Oh, for me?
Thank you, thank you.

I have a wonderful spot
where we can go and talk.

"Your time is my time,
my time is your time."

Huh?
Remember the lyric?

No.

My time is your time...

Oh, yeah, yeah.
That's cute.

Go out here?
Yeah.

It always looks better on
somebody else's plate. Mmm.

How's the life
extension business?

The beat goes on.

Sonny and Cher?

You and Lee must be pretty busy.

Oh yeah, like really.

He's a wonderful man,
really wonderful.

I'm so glad that you and he
are seeing more of one another,

because he needs
more friends.

He doesn't have many,
you know.

Yeah, I know.

A lot of admirers,
but not many friends.

It's his way.

Here's something
that maybe you could use

for your magazine article,
Mr. Rockford.

Jim.

See. I had
a lot of trouble

getting a job after
finishing business school.

Not because
I'm stupid or anything

but they give you
these typing

and mental
qualifications tests.

And I get really bummed out
behind tests, you know.

Sol never do too well.

No, I can't believe that.

Neither can anyone.

But anyway,
I didn't do any better on the test

for the Life Extension job,

but Lee,
he said he liked my attitude,

and, before you know it,
he gave me the job.

And now, get this, Jim.

I was not on the job
more than two days

when I get sick
as a dog.

And when I say dog,
I mean Great Dane.

I had to go
to the hospital.

Well, he held
the job for me.

He paid the hospital bill.

He's really a sweet man.

And I can be late or...

Yeah, you must be swamped
with all the legal work

and medical records.

That's funny
you should ask,

because
that's what I asked.

I said, "Mr. Yost,
don't you want me to do some of that?"

And he kind of
looked at me

and gave me kind of
a funny kind of smile

and he said,

"No, Sorel, I'd rather
do it myself."

Just like in that commercial
where they say,

"No, I'd rather
do it myself."

Like that?
Yeah, like that.

I'm gonna go get some seconds.
I'll be right back.

Uh, okay.

Oh, Jim.

Dead battery
and blocking the drive.

I was just looking
for a place to, uh...

You found it, Jim.

Listen, there's a terrific
dessert coming.

Chocolate mousse cake.

Great. I'll be
right with you.

Oh, Jim. Jim.

Call me
at the office, Jim.

Well, your blood's
clean, Mr. Rockford.

From what you've said, I'd guess you
inhaled some carbon monoxide fumes.

That's what
I thought too.

But you seem fine
otherwise.

That oxygen should
clear your head.

You'll be better
in the morning.

Yeah, things are starting
to clear up for me now.

Jim, you have any idea
how this happened?

Yeah, I think so.

The car was in good shape
when I got to your place

but someone tampered with the
exhaust system while I was there.

But who?

Well, Jim's been
having trouble

with a couple of guys
over an accident.

Oh, not those
two lumps, Dennis.

They work with
stolen handguns

and a lot of macho stuff.

You know, a lot of mouth.
No, that's not their style.

You were outside
during the party.

Sure, I told you
where I was.

Jim, are you suggesting...

Your hands were dirty, just like
they'd be after working on a car.

Whatever happened to you
scrambled your brains a little.

No, I think this just
brought it out into the open.

I've been
watching you, Yost.

Just like you've
been watching me.

I thought
we were friends.

Playing it right
to the wall, huh?

We'd better go.

You're gonna need to make
some careful moves now.

No more chocolate mousse,
no shots from the bushes.

Rigged exhausts.

How could you be
so wrong about someone?

She is something.

When that rental car
cooled off,

we found a piece of flex pipe
wrapped around the muffler.

It's hard to tell now,
but it could have fed

exhaust fumes up from the
tail pipe through the floor.

And if you're right about Yost,
I think he'll leave you alone now.

I don't know, Dennis.
He's different.

Now, I've had two pile-ups
in two days.

My Firebird
comes home tomorrow.

If I was smart,
I'd just have them put it on a truck

and send it home
in a foam-rubber crate.

Here, Mr. Rockford,
I want to write you a prescription.

I promised Lee I'd
look him up when I got out.

You hear that a lot in
the Army but I meant it.

So, here I am.
You say you were buddies?

Yes, that's right.

You make friends
quickly in the Army.

You lose track
in a hurry, too.

Well, the Yosts
are Lucy's people.

Lee was
my sister's boy.

Well, does he have any
other relatives around here?

No.

Maybe you could leave
your name and address.

Then you expect
to hear from him?

No.

But you could leave
your name anyway.

Yes, ma'am,
I'll do that.

Do you think
there's anyone in town

that might help
an old friend of Lee's?

Thank you, Mrs. Grange,
thank you very much.

Lucy's uncomfortable
with strangers.

Oh, well,
I didn't mean to upset her.

Talking about Lee
upsets her all right.

Yeah. Why's that?

Game's over, mister.

I looked in your car.

Now give me straight answers.

Where'd you get
this address?

Off a package
in Yost's office.

What is it
you really want?

Information on Lee Yost.

You must be out to get him.

You could have
saved your tricks, mister.

I'd like to see him
locked up tight

with the key
in my pocket.

Yeah, you tipped your hand when
you said you were his friend.

Lee never had one.
Ever!

Not even as a boy?

No, he was worse then.

As he got older you could see
him learning to cover things up.

Hiding how he felt.

That boy never had any
sense of wrong and right.

No conscience at all.

He did things
I get sick over today,

but nothing ever
bothered him.

I used to think
the boy had no memory,

then I saw he remembered everything.
He just didn't care.

There were a lot
of smiles around here

when the Army
took him at 17.

I sure hate to think
what they used him for.

Well, that package
in Yost's office

was dated,
oh, two years ago.

That'd be when he was
in the VA Hospital.

In Los Angeles?
Yeah.

What happened?
I didn't look into it.

He wrote for Lucy
to hold his mail, and

a few months later
we got a postcard

with a forwarding address
on it.

You know,
one of those post office forms.

Lee never
liked it here.

He said it smelled
of fertilizer and sweat.

He nagged at his folks
to move someplace else.

His mother laughed and said they'd
move when the house burned down.

So?

The next day it burned.

His ma died in it.

And that's when
he was nine years old.

Look, Mr. Whatever...

Fieldenhausen from the Psychological
Evaluation Center in Concord.

I've showed you
my identification, Doctor.

All of the patients here
are protected by anonymity.

If you want to see Mr. Yost's
file, you'll need a court order.

Excuse me, please.

Hey, mister.

They can't tell you
anything about Yost.

First general order
is "say nothing."

I overheard
you asking about him.

You know Yost?

Come here.

I'm the shaver.

For those who can't
do it themselves.

I get into all the wards.
Intensive care, neuropsychiatric,

eye, ear, nose
and throat!

When did you last
see Yost?

15th July, '76.

That's when
he was released.

I could use some cash.

You're kidding.

Things really
that tough out there?

They're that tough.

Yost was here
faking traumatic anxiety.

He had an ambulance service.

Something went wrong.
Some people died in a fire.

Now this is speculation.

But I think he was preparing
a legal defense

for the fire
in case he was indicted.

But you know
he was faking?

Without question.

People with his condition
have to learn the symptoms.

They never experience
any real anxiety or conflict.

What was Yost's
real condition?

The condition
is always the same

but they keep coming up
with different names.

Some people in prison
study law.

I study the human head.

I've read everything.

I could practice this stuff
if they'd ever let me out.

My basic approach is Freudian, of course.
Well, whose isn't?

Uh, tell me
about Yost's problem.

It wasn't a problem for him,
he was adjusted.

You see, Yost is a C.P.I.,

a constitutional
psychiatric inferior.

Sociopathic personality, moral
insanity, it's all the same thing.

Could you say that simply?

No morals. No yesterdays.
No compassion.

How could he function
in the Army all that time?

He was a natural.

Once he got himself
under control.

You see, Yost
learns quickly.

Instead of making wallets,
his therapy was assisting in surgery.

He was like one of the staff.

What did he do in the Army?

Psychological warfare.

How about that?

Here's a smiler.

Casey and Dumas are
being held in Bakersfield

on a hit and run charge.

All right,
Rocky will be glad to hear that.

Dennis,
this ambulance service of Yost's

was under investigation
when it was burned down.

With the records.

Now the arson investigation
was dropped

when they had
no more evidence.

Looks like
they didn't have any.

Arson was suspected because
the motive was there.

Next!

All right,
this accident report on the donor

that I saw in the hospital.
Here, read it!

Now this could be a set-up.
There's no witnesses.

A hit and run
on a side road.

An anonymous phone call
to the hospital

to make sure the boy gets
to the hospital in a hurry

and Yost
was waiting at the hospital

with the release
form for the parents.

Billings, get me an aspirin.

Isn't that his business?

Yeah, but this donor
was a rare blood type.

An unusual tissue match.

Yost did the tissue match
at the hospital?

I believe
he already had one.

Just like a dozen
others he's got on file.

All rare blood types

with current tissue matches
and with releases.

Now, these are healthy
people, Dennis.

While Yost
waits for?

A buyer.
Billings!

Wealthy people don't wait
in line for anything, Dennis.

I've got this
banging headache, Jim.

Yost lives well,
you know.

He covers it with stories
about inherited money.

A colonel's pension.

A colonel's pension, huh?

Now I went to his place.

I found a Bronze Star leveling
a bureau in his bedroom.

So I checked it out. He wasn't a colonel.
He was a sergeant.

Yost has spent most
of his life spreading tragedy

and nobody
has ever stopped him.

Nobody's figured it out
until now?

Just an old man up in Oxnard

and a guy at
the VA Psychiatric Hospital.

A doctor?

A patient.

An inmate.

A trustee.

A banana.

You've missed Lee
by a few minutes.

I wanted to talk to you.

I waited until he left.

Actually, I've been around for
quite awhile, just poking around.

Poking?
Yeah.

Did you know that Lee
had you tissue-typed

while you were
in the hospital?

Why would he do that?

Well, the only reason
I can think of

is he has you tagged
as a donor.

That's why
you're working here.

I don't believe
anything you say.

I saw your medical records
before he took them home.

Your blood type
is AB negative, right?

He took the records home
because he knew I'd seen them.

Why would he
have them computerized?

One single file drawer
with a couple dozen folders?

The folders are coded.

The people are all
unusual blood types,

like you,
all tissue-typed and ready.

You see, I think
that every once in awhile,

when Yost gets
the right customer,

he arranges an accident.

Don't, don't call him.

I've got a subpoena
working for those records.

I'm calling the exchange.

This is Sorel,
I'm leaving.

You fit the plan,
you know.

You wouldn't suspect
him and you're close.

You're saying
that he's kept me here

because I'm not bright enough
to notice anything wrong?

Too trusting.

I don't believe you.

I don't know what to think.
I'm going home.

You're sure?

Well, yeah.
What do you think?

I didn't know
what to do.

You did
the right thing.

Make yourself
a drink.

I think Rockford's
a mental case.

What else
did he say?

Can I get something
for you, Lee?

Straight scotch,
lots of ice.

Had dinner yet?

No, I've been too upset.

It's just the opposite with me.
I eat when I'm upset.

I'm kinda confused, Lee.

Yeah, I can see that.

And I don't blame you.

See what
loose talk can do?

No, no. Please!

Please, I hate shots. No, Lee!

Lee!

Here, hold this.

Now call the police, huh?

Tell them to notify
Lieutenant Becker.

What's the phone number?

Just ask the operator.

Oh, how do you spell
the lieutenant's name?

Oh, here!

I could have done that.

Yeah.

That fight really didn't do any
lasting damage to that knee.

The swelling will go down
in a day or two.

I really want to thank you
for what you did.

And I'm sorry for having been
so hostile about Lee Yost.

You certainly
proved right.

It's just that I knew
that that boy was dead.

Well, Yost is
a psychological freak.

One in a million.

He never should have been
let out of a mental hospital.

So, how'd it go,
you two?

Not too good.

They act like this,
I may not leave 'em my liver.

Besides, it's been servicing
me too good for too many years.

And my kidneys, too.

I'm sorry, but we do like
to keep our donors

under a certain age limit.

I mean, no offense,
but we'll be happy

to take anything
that your son wants to give.

You can have it all.

I think it's great work
you're doing here.

I'd be happy to volunteer.

Well, great.

Thanks. Thanks.

We'll do all
the necessary work

and then your driver's
license will be amended

to say that you're a donor.

All right, thank you, Doc.
Thank you.

I've never heard of such a thing.
An age limit on kidneys.

Now that I'm out of a job,

maybe I'll get into something
really challenging.

Yeah. Like what?

Well, I always wanted to be an astronomer.

No, that's
pronounced "astronomer."

Oh, well, same job,
no matter what.

Looking at the stars
and wondering

if there are other types
of life out there.

I got me as
good a liver as any...

Any liver
in the country.

Sorel wants to be an astronomer, Dad.
Isn't that great?

I'd like to see
that Dr. Bosca,

whatever his name,
I'd like to see his kidneys.

I bet they ain't no
better than mine.

Some things improve
with age.

I wonder if there's life
out on those stars, like Mars.

Mars is a planet,
not a star.

My heart's been beating once
a second for almost 70 years.

You can't knock that.

Oh, pelicans! Look,

pelicans!

Pelicans, Dad.