Welcome back, Rainbird. How was Venice? Hm. Sinking. Is our problem there solved? Our...

Captain Hollister: Welcome back, Rainbird. How was Venice? John Rainbird: Hm. Sinking. Captain Hollister: Is our problem there solved? John Rainbird: Our problem there... is solved. Dr. Wanless is here. Captain Hollister: [Dr. Wanless enters the room] Oh, Christ. There goes a beautiful day. [Rainbird chuckles] Captain Hollister: Ah, the good doctor. What do you want, Joe? Doctor Joseph Wanless: Have you caught them yet? Captain Hollister: We'll catch 'em. What do you want? Doctor Joseph Wanless: What do I always want? Why do I stay alive? To try to persuade you to sanction them both, expunge them, wipe them from the face of the Earth. Andrew McGee and his daughter constitute the greatest threat that's ever confronted this nation. Captain Hollister: That's a lot of crap. Doctor Joseph Wanless: You feel guilt! Because eight out of ten of our young volunteers have died, committed suicide! You want to justify your participation! Captain Hollister: You were all in favor of it at the time. Doctor Joseph Wanless: I know. I didn't realize. None of us did. Lot Six was nothing more than a synthetic copy of pituitary extract. A powerful painkiller hallucinogen. Captain Hollister: For God sakes, Joe. Don't start again. Come on. [gives Dr. Wanless a drink] Doctor Joseph Wanless: [after finishing his drink] You see... You see, uh... this pituitary extract is responsible for the occasional flashes of psi ability which most human beings demonstrate from time to time. Precognition, telekinesis, mental domination. The kind of domination that this experiment brought out in Andrew McGee. John Rainbird: What is the point, Doctor? Doctor Joseph Wanless: Ever since this child was born, her father has been trying to inhibit her use of those powers, but, but, what if... his control had weakened now? Captain Hollister: Why would he lose control now after all these years? Doctor Joseph Wanless: Ask yourself this question: How exhausting must it have been for Victoria... and Andrew McGee when this child was an infant? The bottle is late, the baby cries, and, at that moment, one of her stuffed toys right there in the crib beside her bursts into smoky flame. Captain Hollister: Joe, she's just a little girl. She can light fires, yes, but you're making her sound like Armageddon. Doctor Joseph Wanless: Yes, and that's what it might well be. Suppose lighting fires is merely the tip of the iceberg? Captain Hollister: I don't know what you're talking about. Doctor Joseph Wanless: I am talking about a talent that is directly linked to this child's pituitary gland, undeveloped pituitary gland. What happens when she becomes adolescent and that sleeping gland wakes, and, becomes for twenty months, the most powerful force in the human body? Suppose we have a child here, who someday, is capable of creating a nuclear explosion simply by the power of her will? Captain Hollister: [laughs] That's insane. Doctor Joseph Wanless: Is it? Is it? Then allow me to progress from insanity to utter lunacy. Suppose there is a little girl out there, somewhere today this morning, who has within her, lying dormant at present... the power someday to crack the very planet in two like a China plate in a shooting gallery? Captain Hollister: [after a brief moment of silence] What if we could train this little girl and others as well? Could we ever have more powerful weapons? Doctor Joseph Wanless: No! No more experiments! Don't force me to go above your head because I swear to you, I will if I have to! I'll have you and this entire establishment eliminated! [storms out of the room in anger] John Rainbird: [after Dr. Wanless leaves] An excitable man.

Andy. There's an old Willy's Jeep out behind the barn. No, Irv, don't get involved any deeper. Those men came here without any warrants, tried to take them off our land, one of them shot me. What do you want me to do? Turn them over to the secret police? They'll be getting their peckers up enough to come back. Be a good Nazi? - I guess not. - You don't have to do anything else. No, please, take the Jeep and get away. Just get away. Charlie. There's the lake. We're here. (she giggles) Come on, Charlie. We got a lot of cleaning up to do. Nobody's lived here since your grandfather died. I hope that key's still here. Do you think they'll find us here? After what you did at the farm, I think they're gonna stay pretty far away. If they still wanna capture us, they're gonna have to figure out a different way to do it. Well, anyways, we've got us a new home. Let's go. Let's go. Don't it look good? Daddy, will things ever be the same for us again? Will I be able to go to school, and things, again? Sure you can. - After you write the letters, right? - That's right. Tell the newspapers all about it. Then the running'll be over. We'll live normal lives, like everybody else. - Can I be...? - What? - Like everybody else? - Darn tootin' you can. I wanna be. Look who's here. - How'd you feel? - Safe. - Good night, sweetheart. - Good night, Daddy. (mutters) (clears throat) Do you have a phone here? Right over here. - They're here. They mailed some letters. - All right, good deal. Get a hold of Bates. He can be there in an hour and keep me informed. - Mr McGee? - And Miss McGee. - Where are they? - The summer cottage near Bradford. - I'll bring them here. - Oh, just like that? - You know what that little girl can do. - I know. That's why I'll bring her here. So you can do all your tests. On the condition that you give her to me for disposal when you're finished with her. What? - I want her when you've finished with her. - You are mad. How right you are. So are you, mad as a hatter. You sit here making plans for controlling a force that's beyond your comprehension. A force that belongs only to the gods themselves. What the hell are you talking about? Things I'm sure you wouldn't want the world to know. What's to stop me from having you erased right here and now? Hmm! My word that I've already made certain provisions that, should I disappear, The Shop will cease to exist within six weeks. And within six months, you will stand in front of a judge, awaiting sentence for crimes serious enough to keep you behind bars for the rest of your life. Just... what is it you want? Your word that my involvement with this child Charlene will not end when I bring her here. That's just the beginning. We're going to be friends. - We haven't got her yet. - We'll have her. All right. I guess we've got a deal, but why do you want her? She's very beautiful. She's very young. Yet inside her is the power of the gods. We're going to be close, she and I. Oh, yes. Gonna be very close. Reel in some of the slack out of the line. Real slow, come on in, a little more. OK, now give it a little tug. Attagirl, now reel. Yes, sirree! Whoa, whoa, whoa! - A real whopper. - Lookee here. How about that? (she laughs) Here he comes. Saved by the Postal Department. Am I glad to see you? I think we got a dead battery. Could you give us a jump?