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Colonel Shepherd,
report to Situation Room 1.

Special Agent Hardina, your driver
will meet you at the Georgetown Portal.

Hey, Walt. How you doing?

You guys from Munitions
never get up this way.

Walt.

Hey, like I said, you
guys never seem to...

Are you okay? Walt?

Walt.

Walt. Walt.

Now, put the gun down.

Come on, let's... Let's
talk about it, okay?

Come on, put the gun down, huh?

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

- X-ray should have the pictures soon.
- I told them to hold an O.R. open.

O.R.? Does O.R. stand
for operating room?

The problem's with the
lateral collateral ligament.

- Why do we need an O.R.?
- This might be serious.

No, it's not serious.

- Does this hurt?
- No.

- This?
- Aah! Yes. Yes.

Uh, could you give me
something for pain, huh?

You don't wanna mask
the symptoms, do you?

- Yes, yes, I wanna mask them.
- I'll trot down to X-ray.

Dr. Uric to Pathology.

How's Walt Kimball, anyway? Ow.

- The man who attacked you?
- He didn't attack me.

- He attacked an office, I got in the way.
- Whatever.

He certainly messed up
your lateral collateral ligament.

- Just tell me how he is?
- No.

Andrews for Line 426.
Gray phone, please.

- Oh, how you doing?
- Not so good.

You know Alec Belmont from
our Internal Affairs division.

Yeah, how's it going, Alec? Could
you give me my pants, please?

Hmm.

Emergency rooms have so
little regard for fine tailoring, huh?

I was amazed that one of our
people annihilated the third level.

Then I heard that you were involved
and somehow it all made sense.

No one around here
will tell me how Walt is.

The guy is a good friend. I
feel I have a right to know.

Your friend is in a coma.

His wife and children have
been notified. They're on their way.

I see.

Lee, you tried to help Walt.

By knocking him
senseless? That's some help.

Scarecrow, there was
no reasoning with him.

- Dr. Glaser says he's a burnout case.
- Ted Glaser is in on this?

Yes.

Uh, Billy...

That guy is a research machine.
He cares about viruses in a bad mood.

He doesn't give a damn
about people. You know that.

Lee, I'm not fond of Glaser either but it
doesn't mean he's not a good physician.

Some people don't like you
but you're still a good agent.

- Who doesn't like me?
- Scarecrow, my boy.

When one of our agents
goes around the bend...

we in Internal Affairs take a look through
his medical files and try to find out why.

Now, did you know that
from Kimball in the K drawer...

it was just a short mosey down
to Stetson, in the S drawer?

Yeah?

We require a thorough annual
physical of all our people...

and what with
Walt's little tantrum...

Internal Affairs is determined
to enforce this rule...

and I'm talking about on
pain of suspension, old boy.

You've managed to avoid
your physical for three years.

- I've been busy.
- Well, you're not busy right now.

You're gonna be here
nursing a bad knee.

And since you're
already undressed...

it does seem like an idea
whose time has come.

- The physical only takes three days.
- Three days.

Hmm. Besides, the
needles they use today...

- I'm told they're relatively painless.
- We'll forward your mail.

I almost forgot.

Get well.

Ah-ah-ah.

You're the only man I know who can
pace sitting down. What's eating you?

What's eating me? What are
those tests gonna prove, huh?

Billy, I do lousy
on tests. I clutch.

From people you know.

- Did the whirlpool help?
- No.

- My knee still hurts.
- Some people don't have knees.

Count your blessings.

That's it. That's it. I'm going.
I am history, sayonara, pal.

- Would you please relax?
- You relax, huh?

- You are driving these people crazy.
- Me drive them crazy?

They called my office three times
about you. You say your TV doesn't work.

You say you don't like the food.

Don't like the nurse
that gives you your bath.

- Ah, she's a meat bruiser, Billy.
- You... You won't take your medicine...

- and you won't stay off your leg.
- Whose side are you on, anyway?

Look.

If I can provide you with someone
from the Agency to ease the situation...

to run interference with the
hospital staff, would you just...

last out the three days
and stay off the knee?

Like an assistant?

Somebody to help with phone
calls, paperwork, bring a pizza?

Yes.

- Sounds okay. When could he start?
- Almost immediately.

Oh, my God.

- Hello.
- Billy...

I knew you'd be delighted.

I insist that we let
Mrs. King help us out.

Solves all the problems,
don't you agree?

Sounds very... Okay.

Are you really a hospital volunteer
or did Billy dig up that outfit?

No, I'm really a
Bedside Bluebell.

- I like to be helpful.
- Heh, so I noticed.

Ooh.

- This is Walt's room.
- Well, we can't go in there.

Oh, yeah?

Oh.

- Hello, Janet.
- Hello, Lee.

- How you doing?
- Oh, fine.

Uh, I...

I hope you're having
somebody look at that.

I could give you the name
of a good chiropractor.

Walt uses him all the time.

You know how tough the
Agency can be. Sometimes you...

Mrs. Kimball? I'm Amanda
King, I'm a friend of Lee's.

And I know that your husband
will get the best possible care here.

Well, I'm just not sure what the best
possible care could be in cases like this.

Now, Janet, let's keep a
positive mental attitude.

A positive attitude is
imperative to recovery.

Hello, Stetson. It's been quite a while.
- Mm-hm.

I see you haven't changed
your style. Still flaunting the rules.

I'm Theodore Glaser, Forensic Medicine,
Cardiology and Experimental Psychology.

Hello. Amanda King,
Bedside Bluebell.

Well, you'll have your hands
full with this patient, Mrs. King.

I was surprised to hear that
you were handling Walt's case.

Isn't this a little beneath
a research man like you?

I haven't really been a research
man since my Agency days, Lee.

It's difficult to get new government grants
after one has been so nastily terminated.

We reviewed your
case thoroughly.

At any rate, I've been able
to piece my life together...

by joining the staff
here at Galilee General.

My Agency experience is proving
useful in treating cases like Walt's.

Hopefully I can be
helpful to you too.

- How so?
- I'm your physician as well, Lee.

I did not kiss up to Dr. Glaser.

I just believe that you
should be polite to a man...

who may some day save your life.

The guy gives me
chills. He always has.

He discontinued the research
he was doing at the Agency.

He spent a ton of money on a bunch of
weird projects that never went anywhere.

- I can leave as soon as you're tucked in.
- I don't need to be tucked in.

That's absolutely correct.

In accordance with your wishes to be
discharged, we're gonna start your tests.

- Now?
- As our diagnostic tools increase...

so does the time
required to use them.

So let's shake a leg.

- Oh, ha, ha. Not literally, of course.
- What's this?

We call it a pill.

It readies the body for the
metabolic phase of the test.

Well, since you're in such
good hands, I guess I'll leave.

Don't worry. I'm sure there
are no needles involved.

Are there?

Hmm? Oh, it'll be
over before he knows it.

Dr. Axelman to
Surgery 3. Dr. Axelman.

Let's begin by gauging
the subject's suggestibility.

I'm Lester Duck.

Let's look and learn.

Good morning. Oh, isn't
it a fantastic morning?

Everything is just perfect.

Well.

Maybe perfect is overstating it.

Perhaps you're wondering why Fred
didn't take me square dancing last night.

Uh, no, well, I
didn't know you were

supposed to go square
dancing with Dr. Bain.

- Cowboy boots do not fit over a cast.
- Cast?

Cast, on his left toes.

My goodness, when
did Dr. Bain hurt his toes?

When he broke my
favorite skateboard.

- Dr. Bain was skateboarding?
- No, falling.

Your skateboard
had a broken wheel.

No, Dean fixed it. Then
Dr. Bain broke it again.

Dean was here last night?

He didn't know you were going to
work late. He came by as a surprise.

The house looked so
peaceful when I got here.

We were asleep. Before
that, we were a zoo.

Now, look. This is no
way for a family to relate.

If we have troubles, we've
got to talk them through. Hmm?

I'll just get that.

Hello? LEE: It's me.

Oh, hi, how are you? Did
you have a restful night?

No, the nurses come in at
6, they're unhappy about it...

so they wake up the place,
make everyone unhappy.

- Could you do me a favor?
- Sure.

- Write this down, it's important.
- Oh. Okay. Ready?

- Go to my apartment.
- Mm-hm.

- The doorman will let you in.
- Mm-hm.

- Bring me my comb.
- I'll get the comb. Next?

- That's it.
- That's it?

Couldn't I just pick up a
comb at the hospital pharmacy?

No, Amanda, I need the black
comb with the two missing teeth...

the one with "Ace Comb"
stamped on the side.

Where will I find this item?

- In the bathroom?
- Oh, Amanda, come on.

It's on the coffee table,
underneath the magazines.

Oh.

Well, I'll try.

- I'll see you later.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Now...

Where were we?

You suggested that we
deal with this head-on.

And we have.

Fred never would have
tripped over the skateboard...

if it hadn't been left out.

It never would've been
left out if it hadn't been fixed.

It wouldn't have been fixed if Dean
hadn't been sitting here with time.

Dean wouldn't have been
here with time on his hands...

if you hadn't worked so late.

But, bu... Mother... Mo...

I am so glad we've
talked this out.

The problem
wasn't with us at all.

Oh, now wait just a minute. I...

I think enough's been
said, missy. Don't you?

I've checked all our notes.

And I think I know where our
experiment with Kimball went awry.

- It shouldn't happen again.
- It better not.

We obviously failed to penetrate
Kimball's subconscious deeply enough.

He went into breakdown
before accomplishing his mission.

And now you have Mr. Stetson
to accomplish it for him.

Yes, there is a certain
delicious irony in that.

We'd be much
further along, Ogden...

if Stetson hadn't put a
stop to my Agency projects.

Stetson, along with Billy
Melrose and Walt Kimball.

Sir, should Walt
Kimball recover...

there is a slight chance he might
remember what happened to him and talk.

Uh, Ogden, between
the two of us...

we ought to be able to
come up with something.

Shouldn't we?

Hmm.

Mm-hm.

Talk about picky.

How special can a comb be?

Hello?

- I'm Mr. Stetson's neighbor, Lydia Lowell?
- Oh, hello. I'm Amanda King.

Will you be seeing Mr. Stetson
again or is this a one-night sort of thing?

Oh, I'll be seeing
him again. Ha, ha.

Oh.

This package was delivered
for him earlier today.

Oh.

"To Lee, hurry back.
Love, the steno pool."

- Women seem to like Mr. Stetson.
- Apparently.

- They bring him things.
- I see.

- Many things.
- Oh.

- Many, many things.
- Gotcha.

I don't quite see the
attraction myself, though.

I'm sure you girls
have your reasons.

Good day. AMANDA: Good day.

"Love, the steno pool."

Hmm.

Cute.

- It's fresh sunshine.
- Yeah, yeah.

- When I was born, nurses almost lost me.
- Oh, they did not.

No, they did too.

I went in to have my tonsils
out. They took my appendix.

Why would they
take your appendix?

The doctor said
he had some time.

Oh, sure. Ha, ha.

- Please dump that custard, huh?
- Oh.

Bring me a hamburger, a steak,
anything that requires teeth.

Ha, ha, go fish.

- I have to get out of here.
- It's only a few more days.

Nice table. There you are.

- All right.
- Yeah, just think of it as...

Yeah. Okay. So are you
ready? One, two, three.

- Oof.
- Up you go. There you are.

Here's this nice custard just in case,
just in case you want it later, and...

Oh.

Here is your comb with
the two missing teeth.

I didn't know you were so
particular about little tiny details.

This comb is not a little, tiny detail.
This is the correct comb for my hair.

- Oh.
- Details are important.

Step-by-step precision is crucial in life.
It separates the slobs from the princes.

Boy, somebody really got up on the
wrong side of the bed this morning.

- Your hem is uneven.
- My hem is uneven?

Uh-huh.

Yesterday it was fine, today
it sags. No doubt about it.

How could you even tell?

Come on. It's
like night and day.

Could you relax a little bit?

- I mean, you're seeming very...
- What?

- Tense.
- I am.

Been on the phone
all morning about Walt.

- Someone should be doing something.
- Like what?

I don't know.

I just remember the
look in Walt's eyes.

He... He wanted something.

Well, now, look. Now you said
Walt was a very good agent.

- So why would he wanna cause trouble?
- I don't know, I don't know.

I mean, agents have
gone sour before.

Maybe Walt was being
blackmailed, offered a lot of money.

A lot of different reasons.

Maybe Walt was forced
into pulling something.

Lee, I think you
should get some sleep.

That's one of the reasons you're
here, you know, to get some sleep.

It's the sleep that
is wearing me out.

I'm still having
these weird dreams.

I wake up more wasted
than before I slept.

What kind of dreams?

Maybe not exactly dreams.

- More a feeling. A sinking feeling.
- A sinking feeling?

Uh-huh.

And noises.

Uh, squeaks, thumps.

- Maybe it's a jungle. It's hot, steamy.
- Probably sexual.

Freud would say.

- William. You forgot my fries, didn't you?
- No, I didn't. Here, double order.

Amanda King is here, Billy.
- Thank you.

- Hello, Amanda.
- Hello, sir.

Amanda, this is Alec Belmont,
Internal Affairs division.

- How do you do?
- Nice to meet you.

Sir, you asked me to report
if Lee did anything unusual?

Yes, it seems that Dr. Glaser thinks
that Lee is suffering from stress also.

Yes, sir, I'd just like to go on the record
as saying that I regard Lee as a friend.

And as such, I'm a little uncomfortable
in snitching and spying on a friend.

Oh, don't be. That is standard
operating procedure around here.

Isn't it?

- Go on with your report, Mrs. King.
- Yes, sir.

Um, well, it started out with the
comb with the two missing teeth...

and then it went to the
sagging hem and, uh...

it's gone steadily
downhill from there.

Excuse me, Mrs. King.
What's been downhill?

Lee's behavior, sir.

You see, he's been making
extremely detailed lists.

He's become conscious
of the most minute details.

He's neat, prompt, organized.

You can see why I'm worried.

No, neatness and precision
are expected of all our agents.

Does he know Lee?

If these two experiments are successful,
you'll have absolute proof of your theory.

You can publish your article.

I'm afraid what we have
in mind for Mr. Stetson...

won't be suitable for
publication, Ogden.

I'll need to demonstrate my
technique in more acceptable ways...

in order to accumulate
the proper data.

Once you do, you'll be
reestablished to the scientific world.

You'll have proven the
conscious will can be conquered.

But just as important, Ogden,
is the private satisfaction.

Just knowing I was able to program
Lee Stetson to murder Billy Melrose.

What a guy. Keep
up the good work.

Details are important.

Success comes
one step at a time.

Okay. That's about enough.

It says here on your
chart 10 minutes...

Now I know why
we don't get along.

This hospital experience
has isolated the whole reason.

Rule breakers and
rule followers don't mix.

Amanda, I am a rule breaker
and you are a rule follower.

Oh? Oh-ho, well.

Then you will be very surprised by the
very nice treat that I have brought you...

contrary to many
major hospital rules.

- You brought me a treat?
- Breaking many major rules.

Well, give it to me.

- Now?
- Yes, now.

Come on, come on,
I'm in a rotten mood.

I'm still having those dreams, squeaks
and squeals, steam, the blue door.

My head hurts, my knee
hurts, I want my treat now.

All right, gee.

- What's this?
- A Chewy Chubby bar.

Loaded with sugar and nuts. The
dietitian would've never approved.

That's your idea, ha,
ha, of breaking the rules?

- Huh?
- Yes. Yes. Put it down.

What did you expect?

A bottle of scotch, a whole
cheesecake, a... A woman.

- What?
- Yeah.

That's what I want.
I want a woman.

I think you'd better you stop this right
now because I will not get you a woman.

Hello. Now... - Wha...

- You can just think of something else.
- Uh. Okay, I wanna go in that room.

- You're not allowed in there.
- Ow.

Oh, please don't get
me in trouble again.

- Look, don't you think you owe me?
- Give me that.

Anyway, it is item number
three on my list of things to do.

It is important to organize
your day a step at a time.

When did you start all
this list stuff anyway?

Since...

Just don't let anyone
in here, will you?

Oh, would you please hurry?

It's getting late and Dean
and I have a self-defense class.

He doesn't care.

You think Walt could have
been in any kind of trouble?

What do you mean?

Is there anything...?

Could someone have
been blackmailing him?

Was he in any kind
of financial trouble?

I mean, what could
have made him do...

What could have made
him act the way that he did?

Well, Dr. Glaser said that
the stress finally got to him.

Do you really believe that?

Maybe the pressure
did get to him.

He'd been looking
absolutely exhausted lately...

and he couldn't sleep, he
had these horrible dreams.

What? What kind of dreams?

Well, I'm not sure, uh...

Uh, noises, uh, a
kind of sinking feeling.

But he'd wake up
absolutely terrified...

and he could never
remember the dreams.

And then my oldest son,
Philip, wants to be a doctor too.

Could you tell me a
good medical school?

Uh, well, you know, I
think it's really wonderful.

I have two boys and they
both wanna be doctors.

My next-door neighbor's son
wants to be a lounge singer. Ha, ha.

I understand you have to
enroll them practically at birth...

and I think that's really silly
because when they're babies...

how do you know if they're
even gonna pass biology?

Well, thank you very much
for all your help, Dr. Glaser.

I certainly appreciate it.

I have to go give
a sitz bath now.

Oh.

What a guy.

Keep up the good work.

Follow instructions. Success
comes a step at a time.

Lester Duck is your friend,
Lee. Billy Melrose is your enemy.

Lester Duck wants you
to destroy Billy Melrose.

Lester is your
lifeline to reality.

When you return home...

you will look at Lester in the
morning and again in the evening.

He will remind you of how much
you want to follow instructions.

You will phone me for
those instructions, Lee.

Just pull the string.

Attaboy.

I'm proud of you. A real
leader follows orders.

"To Lee, hurry back.
Love, steno pool."

Is it Marilyn? No, it's Jessica.

No, it's Marilyn.

What a guy.

You've got real potential.
Keep up the good work.

Attaboy. Success
comes one step at a time.

Dr. Glaser?

Lee, you did that very well.

After this, you will no
longer need to phone me.

You will forget about this
number, forget about me.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Lester Duck has a
goal for you today.

- Are you up to the challenge?
- Sure.

- Who is your enemy, Lee?
- Billy Melrose.

You've just learned he'll
be speaking at a luncheon.

Lester wants you
to kill Billy Melrose.

Today. Twelve o'clock sharp.

Sure. Anything else?

- Good morning.
- Hi, Amanda.

- Oh, Amanda. Um, I'm in a real bind.
- Mm-hm.

I've got beds to make and
the linen hasn't come up yet.

Would you help me get it?

Oh, well, uh, ha, ha...

why do we do that?

Because we're volunteers,
Amanda. Everyone else gets paid.

- Oh, right. Sure. Yeah.
- Okay.

What happened to your wrist?

Oh, I went to my
self-defense course last night.

My teacher's name is Jojo,
they call him "Mad Dog" Garrity.

He said to come at him with everything
I had, so I swung my purse and hit him...

and I forgot that I
had this doorknob.

- But what happened to your wrist?
- He bit me.

Oh, this thing is hopeless. It's
always out of order or filled up.

Let's take the freight elevator.

Down we go.

Isn't it awful?

Watching these walls go by gives
me the incredible sinking feeling.

- What did you say?
- Huh?

I said it gives me
a sinking feeling.

Barbie, do they ever use
this elevator for patients?

Oh, not that I know of.

- You coming?
- Hmm?

Oh, yeah.

- Right behind you.
- Laundry's this way.

That's where all the
steam is coming from.

Steam.

- Barbie.
- Yeah?

- What's through this door?
- Oh, I don't know.

Dr. Glaser uses it for storage
or something. Come on.

I didn't say he was up
to no good, I said maybe.

Amanda told me you
were looking into this.

We are checking into it.

- Lee, you know any good jokes?
- What?

I need something cute to
open my speech with today.

You guys in the field always
hear all the good jokes.

Billy, somehow I don't think you're
taking my theory very seriously.

Is anyone checking to see if
Walt's IV bottle was tampered with?

We know an imbalance in his
medication is what killed him.

- Where's Mr. Stetson?
- Oh, he checked out early this morning.

- Are you Mrs. King?
- Yes.

He said he was unable
to reach you earlier,

but to tell you he'd
phone you later today.

Thank you.

I got down here as
quickly as I could.

Believe me, Janet, we did
everything possible for him.

Will you sign these affidavits,
please? They need them upstairs.

Oh, my, you're one minute late.

- Knock it off, I'm not that predictable.
- Oh, yes, you are.

At 11:09, you lean back
in your chair, stretch...

think you should
cut down on coffee.

At 11:15, you're standing right
here, pouring yourself a cup.

You know, I think they set
the clocks around here by you.

I'm beginning to
admire that punctuality.

- I always know where to find you.
- Yeah, and so does everyone else.

Couriers, the
file clerks, the...

God.

Walt Ki... Walt Kimball, why...
Why didn't I see it before?

Now wait a minute, Stetson.

Billy, you weren't here at 11:15 the
other morning, but Walt Kimball was.

I got hung up in the mapping
room. Threw off my whole day.

Maybe that's what
saved your life. Look, Billy.

The guy's going to have a breakdown,
there's a million places to have it.

Why here? Why
here at exactly 11:15?

- Maybe he wanted some coffee.
- Uh.

Billy, he has coffee
at his own department.

Well, maybe they were out.

I can't remember the last
time he was on this floor.

Maybe that's why he had the
gun. The man wanted to kill you.

You didn't show up...

and, pow, I don't know,
something must have snapped.

Well, why would Walt
Kimball possibly wanna kill me?

He probably didn't want to.

Maybe someone was
pulling the strings behind him.

And it's possible that someone monkeyed
with Walt's IV to keep him from talking.

- I don't know.
- Okay, but what if I'm right, huh?

Somebody was
inside this place...

tried to convince one of our people
to do something out of character...

and that somebody
may try to do it again.

Let me think about it, Lee.

I have to get my notes
ready for the speech.

You're gonna make that speech?
You're gonna be like a sitting duck.

- Without an opening joke, thanks to you.
- I'm going with you.

Oh, give me a break.

Humor me, Billy, will you?

If somebody's gonna take a
potshot at you, I'd like to see who it is.

- You're really going through with this?
- Success comes a step at a time.

Hey. I like that. That's
going in my speech.

If you insist on going with me,
order a car, meet me upstairs...

because I go on at 12:00.

Oh, there you are, Mr. Stetson.
Uh, Mrs. King is on the phone, Line 6.

She says it's important.

She's already phoned
here twice this morning.

Doesn't that woman
realize that you are healed?

That you no longer
require a Bedside Bluebell?

Francine, if you could pinpoint
the single major reason...

as to why Amanda King
gets to you, what would it be?

Her complete lack of...

- everything.
- Yeah.

- Hello, Amanda.
- Lee.

I'm glad I finally got you.

- Um, did you hear about Walt Kimball?
- Yes.

I'm going over to see Janet
tonight. Amanda, I'm in a bit of a rush.

Billy's giving a speech at the
Adriana Hotel and I'm going with him.

Oh, wait a minute. I didn't tell
you about the little room yet.

What little room?

In the basement of this
hospital, there's a little room.

It's like a laboratory
or something.

And I found some
file folders down there.

Hello? Hello, Amanda?

If you're going with me,
Stetson, better get a move on.

Look, that call
was disconnected.

If Amanda King calls back, tell
her I'm sorry and I'll call back later.

- Okay?
- I certainly will.

All right, thanks.

All right.

What's your connection
to Scarecrow, Mrs. King?

If you're referring to Mr. Stetson,
I'm just his Bedside Bluebell.

What was his Bedside
Bluebell doing...

snooping around Glaser's
office going through file folders?

I was looking for the
laundry room and I got lost.

That's a terrible answer.

You don't know me,
how easily I get lost.

- I mean, just the other day...
- You know, I think you work with Stetson.

I think you were investigating
Dr. Glaser's experiments.

- What experiments?
- Oh, as if you didn't know.

Did you find the data
in the files interesting?

If the Agency's chosen you to spy on
us, you must be prominent in your field.

I was looking for
the laundry room.

You experts. You've always
insisted that human beings...

can't be made to do anything
basically against their conscious will.

You must have
been fairly surprised...

at Dr. Glaser's inroads into
reprogramming the brain.

- Reprogramming the brain?
- Hey, don't look at me like that.

We... We're not mad scientists.
We're serious physicians.

We believe that people can be
turned into obedient mechanisms.

Oh.

You have the same duck Lee has.

Of course.

Surely you can appreciate the
need for a trigger mechanism.

Of course.

Just it's so unusual
using a duck.

See, when Lee sees Lester Duck,
we've programmed him to pull the string.

And then hearing Lester's voice
puts Lee into a highly suggestible state.

He'll follow any order that's given
him. He'll do anything we ask him to.

Oh, well, that's
wonderful, that's...

That's brilliant. I...

- I'd better go now.
- Mrs. King...

I can't allow you to interfere
with the Scarecrow's mission.

What mission?

Mr. Stetson's gonna
murder Billy Melrose.

What?

In exactly 20 minutes
if my watch is right.

- No.
- Yeah.

So don't fight this, Mrs. King.

- Just breathe deeply.
- What is it?

Another miracle of
modern science, Mrs. King.

The proper combination of gases
can induce a uniquely unpleasant death.

She's in the elevator.

Come on, hurry.

Where did she go?

She must be here somewhere.

It's her. Move.

We've got to stop her.

That concludes your
chairman's reports.

Now then, before I introduce
our keynote speaker...

I was given this special message
from our social committee.

"Yes, it's laughs galore,
and full tummies too...

at the annual law
enforcement pie-eating contest.

Grab your dates and
mates and come whoop it up.

For tickets, call
Mr. Carson at the FBI."

Now, then.

It gives me great pleasure
to introduce a gentleman...

who has served our agency
so well for so many years.

The head of our Investigative
Services department...

I bring you Mr. William Melrose.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Oh.

Anyone who knows me can tell you
that I hate long-winded speeches, but...

Every law enforcement agency
in the country knows for a fact...

that crime has risen 14
percent in the last five years.

True enough, these
are alarming statistics.

But one can only wonder...

No, no, no. It's all right. Please. I'm
with Lee Stetson. I know Mr. Melrose.

My name is Amanda King.

It's very important that I
speak to Mr. Stetson. It's...

- Lee.
- Amanda.

Lee? Lee. Lee. Don't.

Don't. Lee.

Lee, Billy is your friend.

Don't.

Talk.

Talk.

What a guy! You've
got real potential.

Follow instructions.

- Success comes a step at a time.
- Lee, don't.

Please don't.

Success comes one step at a...

Success comes a step at a time.

Well, ha, ha.

Gee, I'm early.

I'm not supposed to jump out of
the cake for another hour. Ha, ha.

And the lab is being dismantled.

Glaser and his pal were picked
up an hour ago, case closed.

Glaser never would have been
caught if you hadn't gone to the hospital.

- Aren't you glad you went?
- Glad? No.

No, I am not glad.

I think those places are the
weirdest, creepiest looking...

Oh, Scarecrow.

- And Mrs. King.
- Hello.

Alec just phoned, uh...

and now that Glaser's been
arrested and his license pulled...

the results of the tests that
he gave you are invalidated.

Oh, Billy, don't even
kid around like that.

They're expecting
you at the hospital.

Billy.

I'll just get this
uniform pressed.