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- Whoever it is.

We know who they are and they wanna

make sure we're staying right here.

Vicky? Charlie?

I'm home.

Sweetheart?

Vicky!

Oh...

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Please, please, God.

Please don't be here.

Please don't...

Oh, no! Please, no, no!

Oh, no! Babe! Oh, what did they do?

What did they do?

They put this in your mouth.

Where's Charlie? Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Joan, by any chance is my daughter with you?

Hold her!

OK, that's far enough.

Drop the gun.

Drop it.

Bring her to me.

You're blind.

My eyes!

You too, you son of a b*tch.

You killed my wife. You're blind.

My eyes!

Oh, my God! Leon!

- Andy!

- My eyes!

Joan.

Go back inside the house.

You won't remember any of this.

- Leon!

- Oh, God!

My eyes! Son of a b*tch!

Can't see!

- Wake up, baby. It's time to move on.

- Morning.

- Elaine. Morning, Josie.

- Good morning.

Jamieson called in. No word yet

on the McGees. He'll ring later.

Put him right through when he does.

And Rainbird is in your office.

- When did he get back?

- This morning.

- Morning, Kenny.

- Morning, sir.

Welcome back, Rainbird.

- How was Venice?

Sinking.

- Is our problem there solved?

- Our problem there is solved.

- Dr Wanless is here.

- Christ, there goes a beautiful day.

Ah, the good doctor.

What do you want, Joe?

- Have you caught them yet?

- We'll catch them. What do you want?

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 confronted this nation.

- That's a lot of crap.

- You feel guilt!

Eight out of ten of our young volunteers

have died, committed suicide.

You want to justify your participation.

You were all in favour of it at the time.

I know.

I didn't realise.

None of us did.

Lot Six was nothing more

than a synthetic copy of pituitary extract.

- A powerful painkiller hallucinogen.

- For God's sake, Joe, don't start again.

You see...

You see...

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.

What is the point, Doctor?

Since this child was born, her father has

tried to inhibit her use of those powers.

But what if his control

had weakened now?

Why would he lose control now

after all these years?

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.

Joe, she's just a little girl.

She can light fires, yes,

but you're making her sound

like Armageddon.

That's what it might well be.

Suppose lighting fires

is merely the tip of the iceberg.

I don't know what you're talking about.

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 20 months, the most

powerful force in the human body?

Suppose we have a child here

who some day is capable

of creating a nuclear explosion

simply by the power of her will.

- That's insane.

- 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 some day

to crack the very planet in two,

like a china plate in a shooting gallery.

What if we could train this little girl?

And others as well.

Could we have more powerful weapons?

No! No more experiments.

Don't force me to go above your head

because I will if I have to.

I'll have you and this entire establishment

eliminated.

An excitable man.

Where are we gonna go now?

We have to find some place

to stay for a while.

I don't think anybody'll believe us

but if we send letters to the newspapers

maybe The Shop will have to lay off.

We could go to Granther's.

- What made you think of that?

- I don't know.

Cos I was thinking about your grandfather

not five minutes ago.

We'll check the motel.

I want you to work the road further down.

Well... That's a pretty little miss.

- What's your name, missy?

- Roberta.

Well, Bobby, where are you headed for?

We're headed for Tennessee. Knoxville.

My wife's there visiting her sister.

- Ran into a little problem.

- Did she?

Yeah, labour. This one's got

a new baby brother. 1 .40 this morning.

- His name's Andy. Isn't that a nice name?

- I think it's a corker.

Mine's Irv Manders. Hop in.

I'll get you ten miles closer to Knoxville.

- Hey, Al, it's them.

- You're joking?

- No, damn it, it's them.

- Did you get the number?

- Did you see which way they went?

- I didn't even see them check out.

Hey, we got them.

Why don't you two come home,

take lunch with me and the wife?

- We couldn't...

- Daddy, I'm starving.

- Are you sure you got enough?

- Always, and I'm glad to have you.

- Thank you very much.

- My pleasure, Bobby.

It'll be my wife's too

when she gets a look at you.

Always wanted a little girl herself.

But I guess that wasn't to be.

Got a song for you.

Oh, there was an old hen

She had a wooden leg

Finest old hen that ever laid an egg

She laid her eggs all over the farm

Another little drink won't do us any harm

- Who'd you bring home, Irv?

- This little girl is Roberta.

This young fella here's her daddy.

I didn't catch his name yet

so I don't know if we're related.

- Frank Burton, ma'am.

- Hello, I'm Norma Manders.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Your husband invited us back for lunch.

Hope you don't mind.

Why, sure. Come on in.

Come on, Bobby. Feedbag.

More room out than there is in, button.

If I eat any more, I think I'll split.

That's what my mom used to...

I mean that's what she always says.

Norma, why don't you and Bobby go out

and feed those chickens?

I wanna have a little talk with Frank here.

- Would you like that?

- Do they peck?

Only what they eat, honey.

- Come on.

- OK. Goody.

Want a beer, Frank?

- It isn't Frank, but I guess you know that.

- I guess I did.

- What is your name?

- Andy.

- Well, Andy, what about that beer?

- I guess I could use it.

You got it.

- There you go.

- Thank you.

- Here, let me help.

- No, that's all right. I know this routine.

- Cops after you, Andy?

- Sort of cops, yeah.

You snatch that little girl from her mother?

No, she's my daughter,

but her mother didn't set the cops on us.

Her mother's been dead for a year.

Don't appear like you got her

against her will.

What do they want you for,

anyway, Andy?

- Who are they?

- Government agents.

- FBI?

- No, The Shop.

The Shop?

Yeah, it's really the Department

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