All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-O S02E18 Killer Bee

Ted, you here?

Ted?

Wake up. Wake up.
Come on, Ted, wake up.

Snap out of it. Come
on. Pull yourself together.

What's the matter?

Come on, wake up. Wake up.

Wake up.

What time is it?

What's wrong?

Look.

You've kidnapped a kid again.

Boy, I knew you were
acting strange before I left.

I knew there was
something wrong.

That's why I came back.

Did you take your
medication? Uh...

Y-Yeah.

George, I couldn't
have done that.

I-I don't know how he got there.

You gotta believe
me, George, I...

Yeah, I do. I believe
you. I believe you.

That's what bothers me.

You haven't had any of
those blackouts in a long time.

I should be in the hospital.

Maybe you should, but
a lot of good it does you.

Hey, is he okay?

Well, he's unconscious,
but I think he's all right.

You still trying to
punish your mother?

I gotta... I gotta let him go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You're in no shape to do
anything but go back to sleep.

Go back to sleep?
I-I gotta let him go.

Listen, I'll take him out
someplace and let him loose.

I can't... I can't let
you do that, George.

Look, what you're having

is some kinda
temporary regression.

You go outside
now and get caught,

you'll go back to the hospital
and they'll throw the key away.

Now, chances are, he didn't
get a look at you in the dark,

and he won't see me,
'cause I won't let him.

Now, here. You take these:

They'll knock you
out until morning.

Hey, George.

Hey... thank you.

Look, you did a lot
more than this for me.

Hi, Steve.

What have we got, kiddo?

Well, at this point, it
shapes up like a kidnapping.

Notify the FBI?

I haven't got enough yet.

I wanted you to
take a look first.

Okay.

My baby.

Davy. Davy.

It'll be all right,
Enid. They'll find him.

I'm, uh, Steve McGarrett of
Hawaii Five-0, Mrs. Emory.

We'll do everything we can.

Something terrible has
happened to him, I know it.

Well, we have men
combing the area.

Now, please, try to calm down

and tell me exactly
what happened.

Please, Enid.

I woke up. I couldn't sleep.

I made some hot milk.

Then I went to check on David.

He throws his covers off.

And he was gone. Just gone.

Did you see anything
or hear anything

out of the ordinary?

Nothing.

Well, maybe the window was open

a little more than usual.

Had your son ever gone
off on his own before?

Never.

Certainly not in the
middle of the night.

All right, Mrs. Emory.

What's it look like, Kono?

No footprints outside.
All cement and asphalt.

No ransom note.

Well, children have
been kidnapped

for reasons other than money.

It's a modest home.

Low to middle income,

lots of expensive-looking
places not far away.

Why here?

Steve.

Take a smell of this:

Chloroform.

Steve, just came over the radio.

A ransom note was
delivered to H.P.D.

Let's go.

McGARRETT: "I have your boy.

"Leave $500 in a trash can

"at the corner of Campbell and
Kappahua at 4 p.m. Thursday,

or he will be killed."

Now, you say you found this

in your mailbox this
morning, Mrs. Watson?

Yes.

But I don't have any
son, let alone $500.

Was there an envelope
or anything else

with your name on it?

It's just like I found it.

Do you know the Emory family?

I've never heard of them.

They live on Pele Street.

Why should I know them?

Their son was
kidnapped last night.

It looks like the kidnapper
got his wires crossed.

Yeah, but why would he
send you the ransom note?

How should I know?

Lots of nutty people
wandering around loose.

It's up to one of
you to find them

and put them away so
they don't hurt decent folk.

We're working
on it, Mrs. Watson.

Thank you very much
for bringing the note to us.

Curious, very curious.

At least we know
it's a kidnapping.

McGARRETT: Do we?

At this point, I'm
not so sure, Danno.

The boy is gone, we
got a ransom note,

but we don't even
know if they tie together.

But no other kidnappings
reported, Steve.

Yeah.

The Emory boy was
taken out of his house

by somebody very smart.

Maybe even a
pro, but very smart.

No prints, no clues,

just a faint odor of chloroform.

You can buy chloroform
in any drugstore.

You don't even
need a prescription.

Yeah, maybe we
should start that way.

Kono, check every
pharmacy in the island.

I want a list of any
recent chloroform sales.

Chin, a rundown on Mrs. Watson.

See if there's any connection
with the Emory family.

Something strange
about that lady.

Danno, I want you
to work on the note.

Maybe there's a
lead here somewhere.

What about the money
drop? Today's Thursday.

Yeah, that's something
else that doesn't sync.

How so? Too soon, too easy.

Daylight drop. Small
amount of money.

Petty cash by most,
uh, kidnap standards.

No warning to keep
the police away.

Almost as if he couldn't care
whether he got caught or not.

Wait a minute.

I'll be right there.

Did you get some sleep?

I just woke up. What time is it?

It's 4:00 in the afternoon.

Four o'clock?

Well, I gave you something
to knock you out last night.

George, I had a nightmare.

You didn't have any nightmare.

There was this kid.

Oh, he was here, all right.

You brought him
here. I took him away.

Oh, no, no.

Don't worry about it.

I took him to the other side
of the island and let him out.

I thought it was just
another nightmare.

It's in the paper.

It says here they
haven't found him.

Well, it'll take a while
for him to get picked up

or make his way to some
place where some people are.

Yeah, but something
could happen to him.

He's gonna get hurt.

Nothing's gonna happen.

He's gonna be all right.
Don't worry about it.

I just can't believe
it, I... I can't.

Look.

Isn't that your mother?

You put a ransom note in
her mailbox just like before.

It says here this
woman's name is Watson.

Well, she might have changed
her name or got married again,

or something like that.

How do I know?

George, I-I-I don't understand.

I'm all mixed up.

It's just like they told
you in the hospital:

You identified with
the boy you kidnapped.

You fantasized in your
mind that you were him.

You figured that if
your mother thought

you were in danger
of being killed

or something like
that, she might...

Well, you might hurt her
and she'd care for you then.

Something like that.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Take it easy. It's all right.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Everything's gonna
be all right. Everything.

This is checkpoint three, over.

Yeah, go ahead,
checkpoint three.

Emory is approaching the corner.

No sign of possible suspect.

Very well. Hold your
position for 20 minutes,

and then cut out.

I have a feeling we've
been had, Danno.

Yeah, but why, and by whom?

Or is it who? Heh, heh. Heh.

Central Dispatch
calling McGarrett.

McGarrett. Go ahead, Central.

This is Kono. We
got the Emory boy.

He was picked up in a pineapple
field about 20 minutes ago.

And you're sure it's Emory?

That's what he says,

and his name's
sewed into his pajamas.

Good, Kono. Good.

Ted, wake up. Wake up.

Wake up.

Look, try to remember
something. Anything.

I can't, George. I can't
remember anything.

Look, you can't keep
going on like this.

I'm beginning to risk my neck.

Oh, God, I wish I were dead.

Oh, come on. Look,
feeling sorry for yourself

is not gonna do
us any good at all.

I'm going back to the hospital.

Do you know what
they'll do to you in there?

They'll throw you in
some little padded room

and let you rot someplace.

George, that's where I belong.

Look, I'm probably more
confused than you are,

but I can't just give up
now and let you end up

like some vegetable someplace.

George, the-the-they'll
catch you.

The... The whole island
is swarming with police.

Yeah, yeah, I
know, I know, I know.

Just like the Vietcong,
you remember that?

No, I... I can't
remember anything.

It's all a blank.

Look, look, look,
I'll never forget that.

I was lying there, paralyzed,
with a bullet in my gut

and you carried me off.

You had a head wound,
you were bleeding,

you couldn't see anything,

and you dragged
me all the way back.

Don't you remember that?

Sometimes I start
to see it, and then...

And then it just washes away.

Look, look, look, look,
look, look, look, look, look.

Look, just keep taking your
medication and relax, relax.

We're gonna get
past this somehow.

Now, I'll take care of the kid

and I'll leave him out someplace

and you just relax, all right?

Just relax. Relax. Relax. Relax.

Well, Davy, you're
none the worse for wear.

You're gonna be out
playing baseball tomorrow.

Would you like to
see your folks now?

Yes, ma'am.

Good. I'll bring them in.

Oh, I think the police

would like to ask
you a few questions.

Think you could manage
that? Yes, ma'am.

Good.

Doctor? Yes.

How is he?

Perfect, considering.

No sign of assault of
any kind. No bruises.

Even the chloroform
didn't hurt him.

Can we see him now?

Yes, I think so.

He seems to be in
pretty good spirits.

I'll find his folks.

Hi, Davy.

My name is Steve
McGarrett. I'm with Five-0.

This is my friend,
Danny Williams.

We'd like to ask you
a couple of questions

about what happened to you.

Okay.

The man who took
you out of your house,

do you remember
what he looked like?

Tell us anything about him?

I didn't see anybody.

Were you, uh, asleep
most of the time?

Until I woke up in the bushes.

And before that, you
remember nothing?

You sure?

Yes, sir.

Oh, Davy.

Thank you, Mr. McGarrett.
Thank you so much.

Don't thank me. Just
thank God it's over.

Mr. McGarrett?

Yes.

There's a phone call for you.

You may use this extension.

Thank you.

McGarrett.

You're kidding.

When?

Yeah, okay. We're on our way.

What gives?

Another boy is missing.
Same m.o.: chloroform.

Let's go.

I realize how
difficult it must be

at a time like this, Mrs. Wing,

but anything you can
tell us, anything at all,

might be of very
grave importance.

Did you see anything
or hear anything?

Nothing.

You just went in and
found that he was gone?

Mr. McGarrett, do you
think there's a chance

that he might...?

Steve. Just got a
call from Mrs. Watson.

And she got another ransom note?

That's it.

Heh.

Mr. Wing, I would say

that you have a very good chance
of seeing your son very shortly.

Jenny, have an H.P.D.
car pick up Mrs. Watson.

Bring her in, please.

Same paper, looks
like the same type.

Let me take a look, Danno.

Yeah, it sure is.

Check it out against
the other note in the lab.

Yeah.

May I go home now?

I'd like to go over it once
more with you, Mrs. Watson.

I've told you everything I know.

You're treating me like
some common criminal.

That's not true, Mrs. Watson.

I've explained
your rights to you.

I've told you that you
could have a lawyer,

even though we're
not holding you.

All I wanna do is go home.

I brought you
the notes, didn't I?

Yeah. Why? Why did
you do that, Mrs. Watson?

What do you mean, why?

Why did you bring us the notes?

Last time you were here
you were openly hostile.

It's obvious that you were
disturbed about being here.

You could have just
burned the notes.

No one would have
known the difference.

I'm an honest woman. I
don't do things like that.

Steve, Chin just
came up with this:

You're an honest woman.

That's what I said.

You didn't tell me that
you changed your name

from Frazer to Watson.

I didn't think it was important.

Did you think it was important
to lie about not having a son?

I haven't seen him
for several years.

He hates his mother.
He always has.

Theodore Frazer.

At 16 was admitted to
the Kula Youth Facility

for kidnapping a 7-year-old boy.

He was given a year of
psychotherapeutic counseling

and released.

Accepted by the U.S.
Army three years later.

Spent eight months in Vietnam,
wounded and discharged.

Admitted to the Army
Veterans Hospital,

neuropsychiatric section,
shortly after coming back

to the islands a year ago.

Released in
January of this year.

I'd call that important.

They shouldn't have let
him out. They shouldn't have.

Why not, Mrs. Watson?

He's sick.

He's always been sick.
From the day he was born.

Sick in what way?

Demanding.

Always demanding.

As if I didn't have enough
running that big house.

You don't know what it was like.

He hung on me like
some kinda little animal.

I couldn't move
without him underfoot,

demanding my
attention every 24 hours,

yelling, screaming
when I went out.

When I talked to anyone.

And then he turned against
me when he got older,

doing crazy things to hurt me.

I didn't resent it.

I tried to be a good mother.

What about the ransom
notes, Mrs. Watson?

When I got the first one,
I knew he was back out,

I knew he would try to
hurt me all over again.

And that's why I wanted to...

try to help you find him.

Put him back in the
hospital, where he belongs.

Yeah, Jenny?

Will you take a
call from Keokee?

Yeah, put him on.

McGarrett.

Where? When?

That's good, Keokee.
Thank you. Thanks for calling.

H.P.D. just picked
up the Wing boy.

He's gonna be all right?

Yeah, perfect. Just scared.

Put out an APB on
Ted Frazer, Danno.

You got any, uh,
pictures of your son?

Yes, you bet I do.

Lots of 'em.

All ugly.

Jealousy and envy are
normal traits of infancy

and childhood, Mr. Williams.

They want mother's
exclusive attention

and are peevish when
she gives it to others.

But if the child is forced
to relinquish the trait

at too tender an age, and
if it is done impetuously,

the trait is not abandoned,

but often engulfed in
disappointment and hate.

We believe this
was the root source

of Ted Frazer's problems.

But you felt he was cured,
able to go back into society?

There are no guarantees
with the human psyche.

We work within a framework

which is actually dictated to us

by an extremely tight budget.

Even if we feel it is necessary,
we can only keep someone here

in a permanent custodial
basis, out of circulation.

At the time, Ted Frazer
seemed to be a good risk.

But why was he
admitted in the first place?

To begin with, we
thought he was suffering

from an acute
psychotic breakdown

based on a...
traumatic war neurosis.

Good morning, Pete.

How are you
feeling this morning?

Not too bad, I hope.

We have a lot of those,
men reliving the anguish,

pain, guilt of a
battle condition.

But Ted Frazer was having

what we call a
schizophrenic reaction

of the chronic
undifferentiated type:

nightmares, fugue-type amnesia.

Islands of memory.

He could only recall
pieces of his early life.

Remembered being in Vietnam,

but very little of what
actually occurred to him there.

But there's someone
here who might just be able

to give you a more
complete picture

of Ted Frazer than even I could.

He's one of our brightest
and most efficient

of psychiatric technicians,

joined our staff just
after Ted was admitted.

Good morning, George. I'd
like you to meet someone.

Well, I was a technician
and he was a patient.

I grew up in a small
town on the mainland

and he grew up in
the islands over here.

We had a few things
in common, though.

Like what?

Like the war for one thing.

We were both over
there about the same time.

It's kind of an emotional
club guys share these days,

the ones that come back.

Anyway, his problem
was that he couldn't

remember what happened to him.

How he got wounded, but
maybe that's the best for him.

How did you feel about
his being discharged?

Well, I'm not really
qualified to answer that.

But I'll tell you one thing:

I think he's one of the
nicest guys I've ever known.

You'd never know he
was a schizophrenic.

Dr. Wong tells me you tried

to locate him
after be left here.

Yeah, he gave us a
phony address. A vacant lot.

And you've never seen him since?

Not a word. Not a word.

I'm really surprised too.

I thought we'd become
real good friends.

Well, have we been of much
help to you, Mr. Williams?

Oh, quite a bit.

I'm only a little bit fuzzy
about Ted's condition

when he was first
brought in here.

Amnesia, schizophrenia,
that's complicated stuff.

Very true, complicated.

It's difficult for us
all to understand.

Ted's disorder might
be described as similar

to the experience
of his driving a car

with a bee buzzing
around his head.

At first, the bee was
just an annoyance,

a minor distraction.

But as the bee persisted

and threatened Ted
with greater harm,

more of his energies had
to be spent in self-defense

and less was left over to cope

with the problems
of safe driving.

When the bee finally stung Ted,

he lost control of his
vehicle and crashed.

I see. Very interesting.

It's a useful analogy,

despite its
descriptive limitations.

A schizophrenic
is, in one sense,

being attacked by
a psychological bee.

A bee that
disorganizes his control

over the course of his life.

The, uh, type corresponds
to that of the 1958 model

Eastwood standard in
our typewriter collection.

It has the pica-type letters

the company
converted to in that year,

as well as several
peculiarities of its own.

Anything distinctive?

Yeah.

On both notes,
the, uh, K has a, uh,

distinctive light indentation.

The T has an extended,
uh, cross on the bar.

And the B tends to splotch
slightly when capitalized.

What about the retail stores?
Did you check them out?

I got a list of every one sold
in the islands since 1958.

Pretty long.

Chin, how are your corns?

Killing me, boss.

Well, you got a job.
Check 'em out. All of 'em.

Let's go and see,
uh, Mrs. Frazer,

or is it Mrs. Watson?

What is it you want now?

Well, I told you we might be
coming back, Mrs. Watson.

There's nothing
more I can tell you.

Well, maybe there's something

of your son's here in the house.

Something to give us
a lead to where he is.

There's nothing here. Nothing.

Mind if we take a
look for ourselves?

There's no point. Just no point.

You said you wanted to help
us put him back in the hospital.

All right.

I think I've suffered enough.

I see no point in talking to you

and being reminded of the past.

Are you sure you haven't
anything of Ted's packed away?

No, I don't.

There's...

There's a footlocker
in the storage room.

He asked me to keep it for him
when he came back from the Army.

He said he'd come and get it

when he had a place of his own.

He never did.

May we see it, please?

There it is. Over there.

Under those things.

Huh.

Vietcong flag.

Purple Heart.

Sharpshooting medal.

Souvenirs.

Looks like a Saigon nightclub.

Take a look at this guy here.

Does that look like
the picture of Ted

we got at the hospital?

Huh.

Hey.

This guy.

That's the psychiatric
technician from the hospital.

Uh, George Loomis.

Well, you said they
were in Vietnam together.

He said he was in Vietnam
about the same time,

not at the same time.

They're wearing the
same insignia patches.

That means they were
in the same division.

You think he was evading a
direct connection with Frazer?

Check. But why?

Huh. I don't know why.

Contact Chin.

Tell him to call
Army headquarters.

See what they can dig
up on, uh, George Loomis.

Find out what battles he
was in, where he fought.

I wanna know it all.

And call the hospital.
See if Loomis is on duty.

If not, get his home address.
Any place he might hang out.

What are you doing here?

I-I-I went by the house.

I forgot that it was Wednesday.

I... You always come
here on Wednesday.

Go away and leave me alone.

I-I just wanted to
see you for a minute.

Haven't you done enough to me?

Haven't you tried
to do enough to me?

I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.

More crazy things.

Notes, the police.

I can't stand any more of it.

Oh, Mama, please.
Just this one time.

Help me.

I'm all confused.

I can't help you.

Turn yourself in to the police

and have them put
you back in the hospital.

I suppose you'd
care more about me

if I was dead, huh?

You never cared about
Papa when he was alive.

But now you come
here every Wednesday.

You won't even miss
it if it was raining.

I suppose...

I suppose it's because he can't
ask you for anything anymore.

Please leave me alone.

Oh, Mama, please.

Don't... Don't paw me.

Watch... Watch out.

Head down.

D... Dig in.

Yeah, dig in.

Head down.

Head down.

Keep your head down.

Mortar fire.

Yeah. Yeah, sarge.

Sure. Just the...
Just the five of us?

That's... That's suicide.

It's just one lousy hill.

Loomis, what are you doing?

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Gah!

One lousy hill.

We gotta... We gotta take it.

Hey... Hey, well...

W... We gotta.

Ted, what are you trying to do?

Are you trying to kill me?

Leave me alone. What's
the matter with you?

Get away from me.
What...? You've gone crazy.

Get away from me. What are
you doing? Get away from me.

Leave me alone.
Get off. Will you...?

Get away. Get away from me.

What...? What are you
doing? What are you doing?

What are you trying to do to me?

What's the matter with you?
Get... What...? What are you...?

Look, I know what
you did for me.

I know you saved my life.

And I've been trying
to pay you back for it.

I've watched over
you like a brother.

But not any more. It's hopeless.

Hopeless. You're
dangerous now, Ted.

Do you understand
that? You're dangerous.

You tried to kill me.

They're gonna
have to put you away

so you won't hurt anybody else

like you hurt me.

Like you hurt your mother.

Now, listen to me.

Listen to me.

You're crazy. Outta your mind.

Over the hill. Nuts.
Crazy. Nuts. Crazy.

Dangerous.

They're gonna put you
away in some little dark hole

and let you rot.

Do you understand that? Rot.

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me, Ted?

Come in.

Steve. Yeah?

Look at this.

We've got a real
gold-plated hero here.

George Loomis?

Yeah. He's got more decorations

than Sergeant York
and Audie Murphy.

He sure has.

Bronze Star, Silver
Star, oak leaf cluster.

You can't pin something
bad next to that.

And he's been to hell and back.

Khe Sanh, Dak To, Ben Het.

Suffered combat fatigue
after the big sweep

on Hill 317 outside Da Nang.

Wasn't that the same
place Ted Frazer got hit?

Sure was. They were
in the same squad.

George Loomis is off-duty
today, but we got his address.

Okay. Let's go and talk to him.

Look at that, Danno.

Check it out.

Bingo.

All the K, T's and
B's are the same.

Yeah, look at this:

Looks like George Loomis
wrote the ransom notes, huh?

Or maybe Ted Frazer
wrote them from here.

Maybe.

Either way, George has
been lying to us. But why?

Good question.

Okay, let's run it down, Danno.

George and Ted are,
uh, in Vietnam together.

They're a member
of the same squad.

Now that squad is responsible

for a rear-guard sweep

of a strategic hill
held by the VC.

Now, George comes back alone,

claims the entire squad
has been wiped out

moving up the hill. Says
he's the only survivor.

Then Ted is discovered
more dead than alive.

But he... He remembers nothing.

Ted comes back to the islands,

he's admitted to Army Hospital,

then George turns up

and he goes to work there
as a psychiatric technician.

Psychiatric technician.

Coming up with all that stuff

about things in common
and friendship. Yeah.

Sounds like he was trying
to keep an eye on him.

You got it, brother.

And that leaves us with
another big fat "why?".

Steve, just got a
call from dispatch.

George Loomis showed up
at the hospital with Ted Frazer.

Let's go.

He's been this way since
George brought him in.

We call it a state
of catatonic stupor.

He's completely shut out.

How long will it last, doc?

No way of knowing. Medication
might snap him out in minutes,

or he may never come out of it.

Where did you find him, George?

I didn't find him. He found
me. He came to my apartment.

Oh, why's that?

I don't know, but
he tried to kill me.

Why would he wanna kill you?

I don't know that either.
We were good friends.

I thought he always liked me.

In his psychosis,
he might have made

some transference to George.

Thought he was somebody else.

Yes, I think that's what it was.

He always hated his mother.

He probably thought
he was killing her.

Probably thought I was her.

That's only natural,

considering the way
you take care of him.

He was a nice guy. I hate
to see him end up this way.

You sure you're not glad
to see him end up that way?

Why would you say
something like that?

Because you've
been lying, George.

I'm lying? About what?

About your
relationship with Ted.

You were in Vietnam together.

You were in the
same squad together.

Didn't you think we'd
find out about that?

Well, I didn't think it
made any difference,

except between the two of us.

Is that why you
came to this hospital?

That's exactly right.

He saved my life and
I figured I owed him.

Is that why you
wrote ransom notes?

I didn't write any ransom notes.

From your typewriter.

They're one of a kind,
just like fingerprints.

What exactly are
you trying to prove?

Why don't you tell us, George,
and save us the trouble?

Why don't you ask Ted?

What you wanna know

is all wrapped up
in his mind anyway.

The only trouble is, you
can't get to it. It's gone.

No, it's wrapped
up in your mind.

Stay away from me.

You'll never get rid of
it unless you let it out.

Leave me alone. How
does it feel to be a hero?

To know deep down inside

that you sacrificed
yourself for others?

They give medals
for that, don't they?

For bravery, for courage above
and beyond the call of duty?

Leave me alone.

What did you do to
earn those medals?

Carry your buddy
to safety? Tell me.

Did you make some sweep
of some gook-infested hill?

No. No. No, no!

Something happened. No!

Something happened
on that sweep, George.

No, no.

Something happened
that you had to keep Ted

from remembering.

Something happened up there.

What happened on that hill?

I told them. I told them.

Tell me, George. Tell me that
what made you such a hero.

No, no. No, I won't. Tell me.

I won't. I won't.
Move out, mister.

There's mortars all around here.

That's... Why can't
we dig in here?

Dig in, but keep your head down.

But you've gotta take
that hill. Do you hear that?

That's a top priority.
You're gonna take that hill.

Now move it out!

You can't.

They've got a
thousand VC on that hill.

It's suicide. Mister,
you're going up there.

And you're gonna take
that hill. Now move it.

You can't make me. Move it.

I'll kill everyone here.

Kill?

I'll kill everyone.

I'll kill everyone here.

Loomis, what are you doing?

I'll kill everyone here.

Easy.

Easy. Easy.

Easy.

We don't need that.

Easy.

Take him.

He was trying to keep
his secret locked up.

I'm afraid he was worried
about the wrong hiding place.

What about Ted, doc?

Is he gonna make it? Did
George do much damage?

The medication seems to have
taken him out of his catatonia.

Perhaps the bee
hasn't hurt him too much.

The bee?

He knows all about the bee.

What about the bee?

The bee's a rare
psychological term, Steve.

Uh, it takes a lot of
studying to understand.