All language subtitles for captain_america_ii_-_death_too_soon_1979

Thank you.

Mrs. Shaw, you have the eyes of Farrah
Fawcett and a face like Julie Christie.

Are you okay, Mrs. Shaw? I got scared. I
thought it was one of those muggers.

You have problems around here? They tick
on the old people. They wait till we

cash our pension checks, then they grab
us.

Well, how long has this been going on?

A couple of months.

It's been terrible.

All my friends are scared to leave their
homes, even to go shopping.

Has anyone talked to the police about
this?

Sure, but there's a big gang of them and
it happens so fast.

We can't get any information to the
police.

Have you cashed your pension check this
month, Mrs. Shaw? Not yet.

Do me a favor. Go cash it, okay?

Okay.

I want you to remember something when
you get out of jail, pal.

The old people around here are my
friends.

And if I ever hear they have problems
again, I'm coming after you. You got

that?

Okay. Okay.

I want the name of every member of your
gang.

Look, it's not unusual for Professor
Ilsen to stay holed up in there for a

week or so at a time. You said it's been
at least three weeks since he last

checked in. Well, it's outfitted with a
kitchen area and a sleeping area, so

there's really no need to get excited.
There was a need for him to appear at

the Senate hearing this morning.

Well, maybe he forgot.

Come on, Ilsen's not an absent-minded
professor.

In any way, he was going to appear at
the hearing at his own request.

Dr. Mills, Professor Ilsen does not like
to be disturbed.

You have the key?

He does not like to be interrupted when
he's working. Blow it.

Yes, sir.

Call

your

security chief.

I want him to get hold of Steve Rogers
wherever he is and get him to our West

Coast lab immediately.

Don't touch anything.

Hydrofluoric acid.

Who could have done this?

Looks like Ilsen was trying to tell us.

What we're doing is we're checking out
everything that was left behind in

Ilsen's lab, and maybe that way we can
figure out what's missing.

There's been no ransom demand. No
contact's been made at all. Not a

whisper. And apparently he's been
missing three weeks.

Well, what was Ilsen's feel?

He's the head of our biological research
bureau and the top microbiologist and

immunologist in the world.

Well, it sounds like it's the case for
the FBI.

Except that there's one more piece to
this puzzle.

It would appear that Ilsen managed to
spill a weak solution of hydrofluoric

acid on this and then wrote on it with
his finger. The acid slowly etched

everything but the places his finger
wiped.

M-I-G-U-E-L.

Miguel?

The revolutionary?

The man behind the airport slaughter at
Copenhagen, the massacre at the World

Cup track meet, and most of the
kidnappings and executions of diplomats

all over Europe.

Our investigators think he slipped into
this country a few weeks before Ilsen

disappeared. This pretty much makes it
conclusive.

Good morning.

Have you checked with Professor Ilsen
this morning? Yes.

These are yesterday's figures, aren't
they, Kramer?

Might as well be.

Production seems to have ground to a
halt.

I see.

Then it seems that Professor Ilsen needs
another reminder of the consequences.

Wilson, I have been looking at your
production figures, and you are far

behind the quota that I set for you.

I am not running a soft drink bottling
plant.

Every measurement must be precise to the
hundredth of a gram, and every batch has

to be checked.

And I am not a student in Chemistry 101,
Professor.

I know that you've got problems.

I also know that they are not as
insurmountable as you make them out to

be. And may one ask, Just where you were
looking while the professor's work was

grinding to a halt.

I'm sorry, Miguel. I didn't know about
the... Warden Kyle, you idiot.

You make a slip like that outside this
room... That's what it would take,

General. One slip. How long do you think
you can continue with this masquerade?

Indefinitely.

But you shouldn't think that the cavalry
will come riding to your rescue,

Professor, because we intercepted the
real Warden Kyle before he left New

Jersey. In fact, I can assure you...

that he will not be turning up here to
claim his job.

Someday, someone who knew him will come
here.

Maybe. Maybe.

In the meantime, this penitentiary is an
ideal headquarters for us.

We have the well-equipped lab that we
need, we can send out the supplies and

equipment, and we have perfect
camouflage.

Tell me, Professor, who in the world
would think of looking for the

famous terrorist?

Miguel, inside an American penitentiary.

And remember, I gave you a production
goal.

The lives of 250 people depend upon your
meeting that goal.

I'm sure that I've made myself clear.

We have reason to believe these are all
pictures of Miguel.

Look, six different men, Simon.

Who is he really?

I mean, what's his background?

Is he really a general?

No one seems to know.

I've heard stories that he's the son of
a French count.

De Montre, I think.

Or that he's actually a Dutch physician
named Van Houten. Or an Englishman named

Thornton.

Well, what reason could they have for
keeping Ilsen if it isn't for the

ransom? We have a hunch that what they
want is his most recent research.

And what's that?

He's been studying the possibility of
curing what he called the disease of

aging.

A cure for aging?

We could finance ten terrorist
organizations.

Except that Ilsen had already abandoned
that project as hopeless.

We're not sure that Miguel is aware of
that.

Look, we got a good start. Where do we
go from here?

Well... Ilsen used a chemical in his
research earlier this year that's

unlicensed for import into the United
States. The government, of course,

applied it to him legally.

But if Miguel has Ilsen and is forcing
him to resume his research, they'll need

more of that chemical.

They'll have to smuggle it in.

The major source of the drug is Ecuador.

A ship, the Buenaventura, was unloaded
at Pier 17 last night.

Its captain has a past history of
smuggling, and its last port of call was

Ecuador.

Well, I'm going to check out that pier.

I'll see if that chemical's there, and
if so, where it goes and who collects

it. It's our only lead.

That chemical could lead us to Wilson
and Miguel.

In spite of Wilson's foot dragging,

it'll be comparatively easy to stay on
schedule.

The best part of all is that the...

U.S. government will be financing what
will ultimately be a world revolution.

I think that a city of around four or
five hundred thousand would make the

best target.

There.

In two days, we'll have enough of those
aging compound to affect that entire

city. Oh, give them warning, of course.

If they meet our demands, we will
prevent the devastation.

A waste of time.

They think it's a bluff.

They're never going to believe that we
can really do that.

I think we'll convince them, all right?

We'll send a small sample to the
president.

Simon, you're making the hairs on the
back of my neck stand up.

Sorry, you seemed absorbed. I didn't
want to. My scientific curiosity does

not block out the feel of hot breath on
the back of my neck.

You broke down the drugs that you picked
up from the ship.

Just finished the analysis.

I've run several tests comparing it with
the G87R amino acid Olsen imported

earlier this year.

I'm just double-checking my results.

Olsen's original chemical is the one on
the left.

I'd say they're identical drugs.

No question about it. It's the chemical
Ilsen uses in his research.

Which means Steve's on the right track.

Let's just hope he can follow that
shipment wherever it goes.

What happened to you guys?

Some trouble earlier.

Nothing with custom?

Nah.

Bunch of crazy tried to rip us off. Oh,
yeah, I know what you mean. Half the

stuff on these docks gets ripped off
before it ever gets unloaded.

Here, you know who gets this.

Tell him thanks.

Come in, Border 3. This is Delivery 1.

We read you, Delivery 1.

There's a green Chevy approaching
westbound.

About a mile and a half behind you, but
not closing.

Good.

Border 3, give us the signal for the
drop.

10-4.

We're close.

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,

Border 3, come in.

Border 3, go ahead.

I'm looking at a big, blonde-headed guy
here in the main square in town.

He's not a local.

Looks like he drives a blue van.

When did he come through?

Uh, let's see.

He drove past our checkpoint at 1.20
a.m. You mean he's still in town?

He sure is.

Let Stater know we're on him, will you?

You got it.

Four to three to home base.

Let's check this turkey out.

I think we finally got somebody's
attention, Nicholas.

Yeah, but why here?

This is where the cat is.

Cat's got legs. Take it someplace else
and paint it.

Well, the truth of the matter is, D.
Cliff hasn't been feeling too well

lately.

And I was thinking about having him
checked out before we hit the road

again. Yeah, well, Vett's out of town.

Yeah, he's on vacation.

Won't be back for a couple of weeks.

Maybe longer.

Well, it's nothing urgent.

Hey, mister.

I'm trying to tell you nice.

You know how small towns are.

Don't like strangers hanging around.

Oh, uh... You two native sons?

You really can't see that you're not
wanted here, can you?

There. Now he can see.

And I can easily fit you with the same
prescription.

Not necessary.

Suddenly I've developed 20-20 vision.
Okay?

Good.

Cat, mister?

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

Looks more like a barn cat to me.

Where are you two headed?

Well, Bogey Cliff likes it around here.

Thinking about staying a few days and
checking into the boarding house.

Well, there's not much in this town to
interest the stranger.

I suggest you try Greenwood.

Much more to see.

Greenwood's a dump.

Just another big city.

This is where you'll find all the horse
riding trails.

Pete has never been to Greenwood.

You wouldn't like Greenwood, would you,
little buddy?

Pete says it's a dump.

Then again, maybe you would.

Maybe you could show me some of those
terrific trails, Peter.

I sure would like to go riding with you.

I run a farm with a few hands that I can
afford. I need my son's help.

He has no time to be leading trail
rides, or I'd appreciate it if you

wouldn't make it any more difficult on
him than it already is.

Uh,

something I can do for you.

Uh, not me, him. I think it's a broken
coleoptera.

Here, what do you think?

Well,

um, come on. Just not himself lately,
Doc.

Come on, he lives well, guy. Come on.

What are the symptoms?

He's short-tempered with strangers, and
he limps a little bit.

Busy day.

What is it, cattle epidemic?

It looks like more of a sprain than a
break.

I could put a splint on it for you.

No, that's okay.

Oh, no, that won't be necessary.

You might try the animal hospital over
at Greenwood. They might make him more

comfortable. I might do that. Thanks a
lot.

Are you sure you're on the right track?

Yes, the drugs are dropped somewhere in
this area.

Hilson can't be too far away.

Now look, Steve, that note from Miguel
has put us in a new ballgame.

We're running out of time.

These people are clams, Simon.

If I press too hard, their shells are
going to close even tighter.

Take that chance.

I understand the problem, Steve, but
it's life and death now. If you get

anything that might be a lead, you call
us immediately.

Right. Listen, if you want to get in
touch with me, I'll be at Mrs. Cullen's

boarding house here in Belleville. Talk
to you later.

Miguel just made contact.

With whom?

The White House. He's demanding $1
billion immediately.

Oh, the president's representative is on
his way out here.

That's it? $1 billion?

No quid pro quo?

Or he'll spread a chemical through a
major American city, a chemical that

will cause rapid aging.

How rapid?

His claim is that everyone within range
will age at the rate of 38 days per

hour.

That means in about four weeks they'll
all have aged 70 years. That's

impossible. Not if Miguel has Ilsen and
Ilsen's research. Remember, Ilsen always

said the only way, the intelligent way,
to study the aging process was to first

find a way to... To accelerate it.

Think maybe he's done

Hi

there,

how's it going just fine

Guess you two know this area pretty
well.

Guess so.

Well, I'm looking for a house sort of
off the beaten track.

Like what?

Abandoned farm, old mining area.

A place a guy can go and get away from
it all.

Son, from what I hear, you've been
asking all over this town today about

some place where you could go to get
away from it all.

Is there anything wrong with that?

Maybe you are just an artist looking for
a little peace and quiet.

If I was you, right now.

This very minute.

I'd get back in that van of yours and
I'd get the hell out of this town.

Ma'am, I'm sorry about what happened at
the vet this morning.

I didn't mean to take your boy away from
Miss George.

I was rude to you. I'm sorry.

Ma'am?

It's Helen.

What's wrong with this town, Helen? And
the people?

Nothing? Why?

Well, everyone I meet either seems angry
or afraid.

And they all want me out of here.

We just aren't used to strangers.

You know Dr. Brenner long?

A few weeks.

He just bought out Dr. Crane's practice.

He's not really a vet, is he?

Well, we're all...

Been very satisfied.

Now, you're the only one that seems to
have... Yeah, I seem to be the first

person that brought him a four-legged
patient.

Look, you can't be too satisfied with a
vet that doesn't know that a coliopter

is a common beetle and not a bone in a
cat's foot.

Now, who is he? And what the heck's
going on in this town?

What's your name?

Steve.

Steve, try Greenwood.

It's a nice town. They've got a great
vet.

Please.

Miguel sent a note along with this
animal stating it had been given a dose

of the aging formula in case we doubted
his ability to make goodies threatened.

How is delivery made?

By public carrier to the White House.

We'll want the name of the carrier, Mr.
Bliss. We'll put a trace on it. Well,

whatever you think, of course.

Dr. Mills, all of us on the President's
Internal Affairs Committee are deeply

concerned about this.

On the other hand, it has only earmarks
of a host.

Now that you brought us this cub,
Miguel's claim can easily be verified.

Or disproven. You two are scientists. Do
you think such a thing's possible?

Likely, no.

Possible? Yes.

Ilsen has tried to develop just such a
formula.

We have no idea if he ever succeeded.

Well, we can run a few tests on this
little fellow and have an answer

shortly. You'll have a scientific
answer.

You people have it easy.

Two and two always add up.

I have to make a political decision.

Paint Man!

You said you was leaving town!

you will admit we did try to be nice to
you.

Yeah, charming.

My friends here tell me they ask you
politely to move on.

I guess some people just don't respond
to kindness.

Hold it.

Hey, look, I'm a slow learner, okay?

Well, I get your point.

Mind if I collect my thing?

No,

I don't mind.

I'll be back.

Come on.

Please don't do that.

That young man, the artist, we're
working him over.

Helen, there are five of them. What can
you do?

Swing rush, but the ball game's over.

Why don't you come on back with me?

My lip needs taking care.

How's the leg feel?

Like the New York Yankees used it for
batting practice.

I thought I might have to glue you back
together.

You don't seem that badly hurt. Oh, I
was pretty lucky.

Besides, they got me an invitation to
visit you.

Sit down.

Okay.

All I've been hurt is pain.

I'll be right back.

Here, try this.

Thank you.

It was too big for Jerry, but it should
fit you.

Must be tough running a farm on your
own.

Oh, I'm not really all by myself. I have
two hired hands seasonally and a

foreman, and Pete helps.

You're very independent. I like that.

Yeah. Would you like to stay for lunch?

Yes, I would.

I'm going to help Pete with his chores.

Mother's the expert. She won a pile of
ribbons for riding.

She still in her competition?

No, not since my dad died.

But I told her once we get the ranch
going, she should start up again.

Maybe she just got tired of it.

Yeah, maybe.

My dad told me.

It was my job to look after her and...
And what?

That she always used to get.

Like one day at the Dixon horse show.

She was sitting on top of Princess in
her fancy riding clothes and smiling

down at us.

And all happy, you know?

Well, that's why I want to get her back
into show riding.

Did he wear you out? Not that much to
do. Not the way that young fellow pulls

his weight.

Mom! Mom!

Peter, what's the matter?

It's Whitey. He is dead.

Well, that's not Whitey, Pete.

It's him.

Pete had a pet lamb that wandered off a
few weeks ago.

Something wrong, young fella?

It's Whitey. He got old and died.

Pete, this is not your pet.

This is an old sheep.

Now, Whitey will come back.

Now, come on. Pete, come on.

You go on inside and wash up for lunch,
huh? Come on. I don't want lunch.

Come on.

Wharton Kyle's office.

Hold on.

It's Stater.

That artist has been nosing around the
Moore Ranch and the kid showed him a pet

lamb that died of old age.

In a couple of weeks.

Stater? Miguel?

Is there any chance that he believed
that boy?

He's no wandering artist, Stater. He's
too intelligent and too inquisitive for

that.

Now, you listen to me.

Under no circumstances is this Mr.

Rogers to leave that town.

I got a lot of answers.

When do I get the questions?

Oh, just one answer will do, Mr. Rogers.

We'd like your version of these assault
and battery charges that have been

brought against you by five persons.

I attacked five men.

Yes, sir.

At least that's what it says here.

I don't like this, Taylor.

He's safe where he is.

Safe isn't good enough. I prefer dead.

Yes, sir.

I want to talk to Rogers.

I mean, there's not a mark on them.

It's almost as if somebody bent them by
hand.

I can't understand this.

I've been here all the time.

Border 3, attention, Border 3.

Border 3, go ahead.

Captain America just broke Rogers out of
jail. He's headed north on 401.

Don't let him get by you. Call in your
reserves.

We can block him at the Brine Dam. He'll
be trapped on the roadway.

You shoot him on sight.

He's probably going to try to jump your
Jeeps.

That's impossible.

Don't be so sure.

He can do just about anything with that
damn motorcycle of his.

10-4.

This is Border 3. Come in, Border 1.

on the dam.

That's it.

He can't make that stretch.

Good.

There's no question, Simon.

Miguel's claim is exactly accurate.

The cub is aging at a rate of 38 days
per hour, or almost a thousand times

normal.

Meanwhile, I'll step up experiments on
an antidote to the aging formula.

But I need time, Simon.

Do you think you can stall him? I don't
think Miguel's the kind of man we can

stall.

progress on the antidote?

We're still in square one.

Well, we have no choice but to call
Miguel's bluff and wait for his next

move.

Mr. Bliss, his notes said the next
demonstration would be on a major

American city, and we're telling you he
has the means.

Once again, Doctor, you've come to a
scientific determination.

A political decision is much more
complex.

Are you saying that you're prepared to
advise the President... No, the

President has already given me his
orders.

When that so-called General makes
contact again, I'm to inform him that

the United States government will not
deal with terrorists.

Thank you, Mr. Bliss.

Tell them in the aircraft to repeat his
plan.

Is that a letter?

Looks like skywriting. I haven't seen
that for about 15 years.

That's pretty, isn't it?

What? That's smoke.

Aren't you going to smile?

Hey, wait a minute. What?

Look what's happening.

I mean, I've never seen skywriting break
up like that. Maybe it's just the wind.

Well, look at it. It's not blowing away.
It's falling.

Whatever it is, it sure smells nice.

Drop it.

Yeah. What is this?

Okay, tune that radio to Citizen's Band
and give the folks the good news.

Breaker, breaker.

This is Skyrider. Attention, citizens of
Portland.

You are at this moment breathing a gas
that causes extreme rapid aging in

humans. The antidote is available to
your government for a price.

We were advised to contact the
authorities immediately.

It is now about 15 hours since we
received the lion cub.

There's no longer any doubt, Mr. Bliss.

This is no bluff.

The animal in those 15 hours has aged
about a year and a half. That was the

governor of Oregon. He verified the
report that a gas has been dropped over

the city of Portland.

Miguel has raised the ante to two
billion.

But what action do we take?

How do we know he has the antidote? What
a guarantee.

Guarantee. Sir, if you had been walking
on the streets of Portland about a half

hour ago... It's for you, Mr. Bliss.

Yes. Around now, you are probably
wondering about my ability to deliver

the antidote. So I have arranged for one
of my associates to leave a small amount

of it in your hotel room.

That was Miguel.

He's delivered a sample of the antidote.

Good. We'll start running an analysis
immediately.

That's it for chromatography.

And you've tried the spectrophotometer.

Dr. Faris, this doesn't give us the true
analysis either.

What does all that mean?

Exactly how it sounds. We're unable to
break down the composition of the

antidote, which means we can't duplicate
it.

Which also means we don't know if
Miguel's antidote really works.

That's right.

I've arranged for Dr. Day to take it to
Portland for testing on one of the

victims. Well, not so fast. How can you
trust a terrorist?

This could be poison.

Shouldn't you try some animal
experiments first?

There isn't time.

I'll test it myself on the way to
Portland.

You know the whole town's been looking
for you?

I hid my van in your barn.

Have you heard what happened in
Portland, Helen?

I think the source of that poison comes
from around here.

That's what happened to Peter's lamb,
isn't it? Oh, that's ridiculous.

Peter was mistaken.

We're not just talking about a lamb,
Helen. We're talking about people's

lives, thousands of human lives.

The whole population of Portland's going
to age one week when you stand here

making that coffee.

There's nothing I can do about it.

What about the next time?

Something goes wrong with the antidote.
And the next, and the next.

These are terrorists, Helen.

They don't care what happens to innocent
people along the way.

Look, you care and so do I.

Don't you understand?

Portland's just the beginning.

No, Steve.

Portland isn't the beginning.

Belleville was.

And it was Peter's land that died.

How old is it, really?

Just over three weeks.

What happened?

About three weeks ago, a helicopter flew
low over this area, spread a heavy mist

over the entire town.

The aging drug, you were exposed to it?
Everybody in town was.

But if that was three weeks ago...
They've been giving us an antidote.

Well, then you're cured.

They only cure the animals.

Pete's lamb wanted away that day. That's
why he didn't get his shot.

The rest of it, you get a tiny dose from
Brenner every few days.

Only enough to keep the aging effect
dormant.

And they're going to withhold that if
any one of us breaks the silence.

But why? What reason could they have to
do such a thing?

I don't know.

I only know it's been a nightmare.

Tell me where the laboratory is, Helen.

I can end that nightmare.

I can't.

We don't have any idea where they are.

Someone once tried to follow Brenner,
but they have sentries posted at every

route out of town.

When do you get your next antidote shot?

Tomorrow.

Brenner usually leaves town for a few
hours a day before.

Probably to pick up the antidote. Then
he'll be going there today.

I told you he can't be followed.

I got a better idea.

His car's still there.

Look, you wait. I'm going to go get the
odometer reading, okay?

He's coming out of the house.

How's your memory for numbers, Peter?

Better than Duke Williams.

Well, what is it, Peter?

Well, we have this Mayor Dutchess.

Yes, yes. Yes, Peter.

And, well, will you help Dutchess
deliver?

Well, uh, when will that be?

About June 9th.

I'll see what I can do.

I knew I could count on you, Dr.
Brenner.

Bye.

We're in luck, Dr. Day. We happen to
have a pair of young, identical twins in

perfect health.

And they've both been exposed to the
aging gas? Yeah.

They broke into a fine mist, spread
everywhere in the city, including this

hospital. Right in here.

What's the procedure?

I'm going to inoculate only one of these
twins with the antidote.

You're sure it's safe, Doctor?

Yes, I...

It's been tested on a human subject.

Within an hour, if the tested twin is
about a month younger than her sister,

we'll have positive proof that the
antidote works.

Dr. Stevens, Dr.

John Stevens to ICU staff.

It appears that the antidote works. When
will we get more of it?

That's in Captain America's hands now.

What stories you're going to be able to
tell, Millicent?

Imagine having a twin sister who's a
whole month older than you are.

So far.

Wait till he gets inside, and then keep
him there as long as you can, okay?

Great. Don't forget your hat. Nearly
everyone in town knows you.

There's an old deserted homestead about
50 miles northeast.

No good.

It's got to be about 42 or 43 miles
away.

What do you make of this?

We all know this weed.

It's a menace.

Chokes out all the other vegetation.

But it's more likely to be found in the
southeast area, right around here.

Smells like new tar.

Are there any new roads in that area?

Yeah,

they've been repairing the potholes on
this road leading to Barrow Bay.

Right here.

Barrow Bay. The federal penitentiary?
Yeah.

43.

That's it.

Anything else you can tell me?

Not really.

Except I read that they appointed a new
warden about a couple of months ago.

A couple of months ago, huh?

And maybe he's the man I should be
talking to.

Can you show me a back road out of
Belleville?

Steve, I really want this horrible
nightmare to end, but I don't want you

to get hurt.

frankly, really good.

I said he was dead.

Well, let's make sure this time.

You go to the lab and you get the
professor to give the biggest dogs an

overdose of the aging compound and then
you let them loose in the corridor. No,

Elton won't do that. Well, then you do
it.

Use the spray. It'll be faster. And make
sure it is a triple dose.

Okay.

Oh, my God!

Have you talked to Stater?

Yeah, he'll meet you at the arranged
spot with a helicopter in 18 minutes.

Good. Now, you do whatever you have to
do, but you stop Captain America. I must

not the collar.

No, he won't get past that. Is that all
of it? Yeah, it's every drop. The aging

formula and the antidote. Well, destroy
the rest of the supplies. We can't have

our friend in there undercutting our
prices with a cheap batch, can we?

Right. Now, we'll go out to the hospital
kitchen. The dogs are in the corridor.

Ah! Ah!

All the guards Miguel's? Only a few. The
rest believe he really is Warden Kyle.

I know they forced you to cooperate.

To withhold the antidote from all the
people in Belleville the minute I stop

working.

Where's the antidote? In the lab.

It's gone.

Warden Kyle is leaving Eastgate.

Thank you.

I can't come over there. Come on.

You move well, General.

Too late, General.

I have your exact position now.

You're 20 yards north and 30 yards west
of me.

Give up, General.

To whom?

An unarmed man?

You didn't expect to fool an old jungle
fighter with a boomerang trick like

that, did you?

Doesn't matter, General.

There's nowhere to go. No general
expects to win every battle.

A clear line of retreat must always be a
part of his plan, and that is mine.

It's a shame, really, because in any
other circumstances, we might have been

friends. I doubt that, General.

Too late, Tater.

He died of old age waiting for you.

I just hope this works.

Elton thinks it will.

Besides, we haven't got much choice,
Simon.

There's not enough time to make up
individual shots at the antidote.

How big a dose of the aging formula did
you get?

Very little.

Not enough for the side effect.

Ilsen got that age about three weeks.

Minor flesh wound in the service of your
country.

The people of Portland have all aged
about ten months.

Well, there they are.

Looks like they got the governor's
message.

Okay, let's not waste any time.

Have you found a pet to replace Whitey
yet, Pete?

Nah, I don't need one.

Pets are for kids.

Taking care of someone is a grown-up
responsibility, Pete.

That's why I thought you might like to
take care of Toby.

But I said I don't need one.

Think he'll make a good trail dog?

Sure do.

Can I take a look yet?

It's not quite finished. We could have a
sneak peek.

What's the matter? Don't you like it?
Never heard you so quiet.

I like it all right.

Because it has that special look I told
you about.

How'd you do it?

Pete.

I just paint what I see.