I've lived without light for 15 years all because of Elias Huer:
[Narrator] Buck's birthday party becomes a setting for murder: : :
When a man with a touch of death plots a terrible revenge on Dr: Huer:
What you're afraid might happen to me is something like this:
- Buck, what is going on? - Traeger, you're alive:
- Dr: Huer, Wilma, get away from him: - You want me, hero? You come and get me:
[Man Narrating] The year is 1987,
and NASA launches the last of America's deep space probes:
In a freak mishap, Ranger 3 and its pilot, Captain William "Buck'"Rogers,
are blown out of their trajectory into an orbit which freezes his life-support systems: : :
And returns Buck Rogers to Earth: : :
500 years later:
- How's that, Twiki? - [Chirping] A little to the right:
- That better? - Solid:
Well, as someone said,
you're never more nostalgic than for the things you once knew and have no more:
[Chirping] Who said that?
Me:
[Door Beeping]
Hi, Buck: Good evening, Buck:
Hi, Wilma, Dr: Huer: Ooh: Say, what's this?
[Buck] Just a change of scenery:
With these four walls... it was beginning to feel like solitary confinement in here:
Well, why didn't you say something? We could've had some windows put in:
Why bother? It all looks the same:
With the city's climate control, nothing ever changes around here:
You know, I feel sorry for you people:
You'll never know the joy of discovering a sunset that just happens...
a pale hint of mauve:
Everything is programmed, even your climate:
You know, no fall, no spring, no rain, no snow... no nothing:
It's always the same:
I went outside today, I couldn't believe it was January:
It is January, isn't it?
Yes: January 7:
Uh, Buck, Dr: Huer and I were on our way to see the new holographic dance troupe:
Would you like to join us?
Hmm? Uh, no: No, thank you, Wilma:
I, uh, think I'll pass: I don't feel like going out tonight:
Well, good night:
Olvion Immigration Patrol to Terran starfighter: Decelerate immediately:
Repeat: Decelerate immediately: Acknowledge:
I do not read, Patrol:
Lieutenant Traeger, you're under arrest:
Your departure from Olvion was unauthorized:
Surrender or be destroyed:
Then destroy me: I've spent 15 years on your stinking planet,
and the only way I'm going back is in a box:
Traeger out: : : For good:
[Explosion]
Come on, you old bucket, get me through that stargate, and then you can quit on me:
Break off pursuit and return to base:
He could be a million parsecs away by now and probably is:
[Exhales Deeply]
You'll do:
Survey vessel: Attention: Attention, survey vessel:
This is a priority blue distress code: Repeat: Priority blue:
My starboard defense shield is down, my star drive is dead: Can you assist?
Starfighter, this is Capellan survey ship 077:
I'm locking you in on a tractor beam:
Prepare for docking:
Buck's been moping around like that for days:
I've done everything short of kidnapping him to get him out of his apartment:
Well, I'm afraid Twiki was right:
He's depressed about his upcoming birthday:
But I don't understand what's bothering him: We all get older:
Why, he's in better shape than a man half his age:
There are no men half his age: [Laughs]
But then again, his birthday is probably making him feel more homesick than ever for the 20th century:
Technically speaking, this birthday is his 534th:
An unfortunate way to be reminded of just how displaced in time he really is:
Well, good evening, Theo: How are things on the front home?
Home front: Ah: Home front: Whatever:
A message from Lieutenant Garth at Security Directorate:
He's coming over from the New Detroit Complex:
He seems to think it's quite urgent:
Lieutenant Garth thinks everything is urgent:
Every time they perceive even the slightest hint of danger to my well-being,
they expect me to live my life behind a force field:
Nonetheless, he should be here momentarily:
Of course, of course:
Well, be that as it may, what are we going to do about Buck?
[Chirping] How about a surprise party?
That's not a bad idea:
A party would make him feel a little less alone and more part of our world:
Indeed it might:
Well, you know most of his friends: Why don't you make the necessary arrangements?
Yes: Let's see: Now, there's, um, Jen,
Joella, Marla,
Alison, Tangie, Falina... Mm: Miss Cosmos:
I do believe that there is a pattern emerging here:
- Apparently: - Hmm:
[Intercom Beeps] Lieutenant Garth has arrived:
Well, let's get this over with:
Three days ago, this man, a Capellan ship captain,
was found under restraint in the storage compartment of his ship: : :
In the New Detroit Spaceport:
He was delirious due to systemic poisoning:
He remained alive for about 12 hours after he was found:
As you may know, Dr: Huer, all Capellans are crude telepaths:
And this one must've found out something he wasn't supposed to know,
and the person whose mind he read killed him for it:
Most of what he said was unintelligible,
but one thing was clear...
whatever attacked him is also planning some sort of action against you:
Who, Lieutenant?
Someone claiming to be the ship's captain,
who brought the vessel back to port and disappeared without a trace:
And we believe that he's responsible for the real captain's unique condition:
What exactly is his condition?
Captain Querlu seems to have experienced a bizarre form of molecular transmutation:
Half of his body has been changed to pure silicon:
And I take it, Lieutenant, that, uh,
what you're afraid might happen to me is something like this:
- Mm-hmm: - Mm-hmm:
Well, I sincerely appreciate your concern,
but I hardly think the ravings of a delirious alien are any cause for alarm:
But, Dr: Huer, please... Now, now, Lieutenant: Now, let's be reasonable:
I don't even know any Capellans: Why would one try to kill me?
May I help you?
I would like to see Dr: Bayliss:
Do you have an appointment?
No, but I'm certain she would want to see me:
I'm sorry: The doctor's schedule is full for the day:
The earliest an appointment can be arranged is one week from tomorrow:
- I'm afraid that's not convenient: - What do you think you're doing?
[Woman's Voice Over Quad] This is Dr: Bayliss: Please sit back:
Take a deep breath, sit back and relax:
Take a deep breath and relax: [Woman] Doctor, I have a newjob with added responsibilities:
[Woman #2] I'm afraid to leave this planet:
I think it's these dreams I've been having, Doctor:
They depress me terribly:
[Dr: Bayliss] You want to go on with that, Miss Bennet?
Well... [Sighs] [Women Continue Chattering]
In these dreams, my mother is still alive,
and she's always telling me I was an accident,
that I surprised her and Daddy:
What do you think that means, Doctor?
[Women Continue Chattering]
Who are you? How did you get in here?
You'll find that your reception quad has malfunctioned, Doctor:
I took advantage of the opportunity:
Who are you?
I'm surprised, Delora:
After all the time we've spent together...
Of course, it's been a long while... a very long while:
What are you talking about?
I have never treated a Capellan before in my life:
And it's Dr: Bayliss, if you don't mind:
[Chuckles]
Traeger? Cornel Traeger?
But they said you were dead:
No: Almost, but not quite:
Where have you been, Corey? What brings you back here after all these years?
I had to see you, Delora:
I need some information about Elias Huer:
When I left, he was with the Science Directorate, the Space Exploration Division:
He's with Defense now: He's in charge of the entire Directorate:
Oh, is he really? [Chuckles]
That's good: That's really good:
- What else? - Corey, I don't believe this:
It's been 15 years... not a word from you:
After all, you were only a patient:
I don't have time to play games, Delora, so I won't:
You have quite a few patients in the government, don't you?
Yes, but what has that... And you have all sorts of ways: : :
Of extracting information from their minds without their knowing about it, don't you?
Extortion... is that it, Corey?
It's obvious you didn't come back for further treatment:
All right: How much?
Five thousand? Fifteen thousand credits?
I spend that much in a week on incidentals:
Here: It's yours... if you forget we ever knew each other:
Same old Delora...
always more interested in money than anything:
And I see you've finally put your psych skills to more lucrative use:
How nice:
[Sizzling]
That looks like andracite... diamonds... elysium:
There must be millions there: But how did you...
A little trick I picked up on Olvion:
That's where I've been staying:
Trick? That's nothing less than matter transmutation...
molecular reorganization:
Call it what you like, so long as you understand the implication:
I can do the same to organic as well as inorganic material:
We'll be hiding in Buck's apartment,
he'll come home, turn on the lights: : :
And we'll yell, "Surprise:"
Except he'll find the apartment complex swarming with Security Directorate agents:
I don't know why I ever agreed to this extra security in the first place:
You didn't have a choice: Yes:
But I think it will undermine the element of surprise in Buck's party:
The Directorate guards are very discreet:
Not only will you not see them, but neither will Buck:
Now, our problem is we've gotta figure some way: : :
To keep Buck out of his apartment for at least two hours:
Uh, Dr: Huer, it'll thrive:
All you need is the right kind of plant food: I see:
Oh, hi, Buck! Oh, hi:
Wilma: Dr: Huer:
Uh, there's a rumor floating around the Directorate having to do with an attempt on your life:
- Anything I can do to help? - Oh, no:
No, thank you, Buck, very much, but it's being taken care of:
The Security Directorate is handling it:
Actually, we'rejust making up a schedule of my itinerary for the next two weeks:
It'll be delivered this afternoon by an l: A: C:
That's an interagency courier:
And then the Security Directorate will deploy a group of bodyguards to guard me round the clock:
Corey, you've changed:
It's not just the power:
When I was treated you as a... as a patient,
I thought I understood you thoroughly: But you... you're different:
Of course I've changed! No one could go through the hell I've been through and not be changed!
And it's all because of Elias Huer!
You see, shortly after I joined the Exploration Division,
Huer sent me into space:
"A routine space exploration mission," he said:
But I was shot down over a planet no one ever heard of:
Yeah: There was a reason for that:
The hostility of the natives to outworlders was frightening:
They found me guilty of espionage, locked me away: : :
12 kilometers below the surface:
Eventually they forgot about me:
You wonder why I wear these?
It's because I've lived without light for 15 years!
You can't imagine what that's like:
But you survived: Yes, because I lived like an animal!
I became like one of them:
There must have been some natural element that gave them the power...
in the water or the atmosphere:
The Olvions could change things too:
Whatever they touched would become whatever they wanted it to be:
And after a few years on their world, I could do it too:
And you used the power to escape, to come back here:
Yes, for my justice! Is there any wonder after 15 years that I would want that?
When I realize how full Huer's life has been: : :
And how really empty mine has been...
all the years that he stole from me:
Oh, l... I can change credits into gemstones, but I can't change the past:
Nothing can do that:
But I can change Huer's future:
I can take it away from him,
and you are going to help me do it:
[Dr: Huer] Ah, Ms: Meritt: Right on schedule:
Reporting for briefing, sir: Yes:
Raylyn Meritt, this is Buck Rogers:
How do you do? Hello:
The mind-implantation procedure will take place at 1600 hours: Colonel Deering here will supervise:
After the implantation is completed, you will go to the Security Directorate Headquarters at the New Detroit Complex:
- Implantation? - Captain Rogers is new here:
Oh: Well, you see, Captain Rogers,
top-secret data is implanted directly into an l: A: C:'s subconscious:
Then when I arrive at my destination, Security extracts it from my mind with a psych probe:
I never know the nature of the information:
Which makes it difficult to get out: Cute:
What is? Uh, I mean, um, "Interesting:"
Mm:
Uh, Buck, uh, you said you wanted to help:
Would you mind escorting Ms: Meritt into the New Detroit Complex...
just to doubly ensure her safe arrival:
Really, Dr: Huer, I don't think that's necessary:
I've handled dozens of assignments on my own:
Ah, I realize it's an irregular procedure, but under the circumstances, it would make me more comfortable:
Well, if you insist:
Please excuse me then: I'll go prepare for the implantation:
Uh, do you know how to find the laboratory?
Buck, would you mind showing Ms: Meritt the laboratory?
No, not at all, Doc:
[Door Closes]
That was the sneakiest thing I have ever seen:
Yes: Thank you: But at least now we know he won't be in his apartment for a few hours, don't we?
Mm-hmm: He may not show up at all:
Yeah: [Chuckles]
[Dr: Bayliss] You don't actually expect me to help you kill Huer:!
Need I remind you of my special abilities, Delora?
I can either kill you or make you very rich: The choice is yours:
You've already treated several key Directorate personnel:
You must be able to tell me something:
He knows his life is in danger: What?
But he doesn't know you're the danger:
Oh: It must be the Capellan captain:
He lingered on longer than I'd anticipated:
You're certain of this?
It comes from a very secure source:
The Security Directorate is sending an l: A: C: To pick up Huer's itinerary:
Once they get that, he'll be guarded 24 hours a day:
Actually,
that makes things simpler for us:
You can't get close to Huer, Corey... not unless you know where to find him:
And that's exactly what will be in the head of the courier:
So?
So, these analysis chairs: : :
Examine my patients' conscious thought-processes during a psych-session...
This one: : :
Has been modified:
This one examines the subconscious:
Like a psych probe? Not as sophisticated,
not as fast, but it works on the same principle, yes:
I can anticipate Huer's every move:
I can eliminate him at whatever time is most convenient,
because we can extract the information about his schedule from the l: A: C:'s mind: : :
Just as the Security Directorate would do:
Exactly:
Then all we have to do is intercept that courier:
[Machine Clicking, Beeping]
[Warbles, Stops]
Data for day 13 assimilated:
Okay: Let's finish up then:
[Warbles, Begins Beeping]
[Warbles, Stops] Implantation completed:
Good: We're finished:
- [Exhales Deeply] - You okay?
I told you: I've done this dozens of times: I'm used to it:
I certainly don't need to be chaperoned by Captain Rogers:
All we're asking you to do is to bring Buck back to his apartment when your assignment is completed:
Think of it as a favor to the Directorate...
one for which we'll be glad to pay you generously:
Look, Colonel, I'm a government courier, not a...
That's all we're asking:
Besides, I think you'd enjoy Buck's company:
I understand from your personnel file: : :
That you used to work at the Earth Archives, and you have an interest in history,
so you and Buck should have a lot to talk about:
What Captain Rogers is an historian?
Yes, in a manner of speaking:
Let me explain: Hmm:
All set: Good:
Ms: Meritt, you'll be escorted to the Security Directorate Headquarters: : :
By two of their men, Marsden and Niles:
They'll contact you at the restaurant on the Federal Concourse at 1900 hours:
They'll come to your table and identify themselves as security escort detail:
The code identification will be "Blue 11:"
Any questions? No, sir:
After you, Ms: Meritt: Raylyn:
We can make it to the Detroit Complex in time for dinner:
You'll love the restaurant, Buck:
Did she agree to bring him back to the apartment?
Well, she was a little resistant at first, but once I explained why,
uh, talking her into it... Was a piece of cake:
[Chuckles]
Corey, these are my assistants, Rorvik and Carew:
Cornel Traeger:
My informant has confirmed the news: They're sending Raylyn Meritt, their most experienced courier:
She's due here within the complex within the hour:
- Will she be a problem? - Not for us:
Are you certain of your information?
Corey, you worry too much:
My man works inside the Communications office of the Security Directorate itself:
He is totally reliable:
You have your uniforms?
Good: Good:
The men you're posing as... Niles and Marsden:
We meet the Meritt woman in the restaurant,
escort her to the turbolift in the Federal Building...
only we take her to the sublevel:
Corey will meet you there: Excellent:
Here are your synthaflesh masks:
They've been prepared to duplicate Niles's and Marsden's faces exactly:
If there's nothing else...
Let's get to work:
[Chattering]
You know, Raylyn, when Dr: Huer first asked me to go along with you,
you didn't seem exactly thrilled with the idea:
What changed your mind?
Well, before I joined the l: A: C: Corps, I used to be a record-keeper with the archives:
And when I heard you were from the 20th century... Oh, you know about that, huh?
Yes: Colonel Deering told me something about it:
Anyway, I've always been fascinated by that era:
It seemed like such an exciting time to live in:
Prohibition, the first moon landing:
Milton Berle, Benny Goodfellow:
Uh, man: What?
Benny Goodman: Oh:
And you're putting a lot of things together that happened at different times... most of them before I was born:
Well, I'm told our records aren't very accurate:
Mm: Oh, I see: So that's it?
You just decided you'd pick my brains a little, huh?
Pick your brains?
Uh, get some firsthand information:
Well, maybe at first,
but, uh, you know:
Yeah:
Well, you're helping me get my head into a better place and for that I'm grateful:
It's sweet of you to say that, Buck, but: : :
I don't see that I'm really doing anything:
Sure you are:
Ms: Meritt? Agents Marsden and Niles:
We're to escort you to Security:
Who's he? Um, this is...
I'm just a friend:
[Sighs] Well, we may be a while: It's all right: I'm a slow eater:
[Chuckles] Okay:
[Dr: Huer's Voice] They'll come to your table, identify themselves as security escort detail:
[Dr: Huer's Voice] The identification code is "Blue 11: '"
Wait a minute: There was an identification code... Blue 11: Where's your code disc?
- Who are you guys? - Get her into the turbolift:
[Hisses]
[Turbolift Whirring]
She knew: Some guy she was with came after us:
You idiot: You should have been more careful:
You think he followed you? I don't know:
Well, be ready for him if he has:
Hold it!
[Both Grunting]
They don't make 'em like they used to: [Tosses Gun Down]
See? No weapon:
You want me, hero? You come and get me:
Just you and me:
[Groans]
[Turbolift Whirring]
Halt! Halt or I'll shoot!
[Groans]
Oh, wow:
The air is kind of thick around here:
Don't move:
Oh, great: [Groans]
Get up slowly: I got news for you:
[Groans] It's the only way I can get up:
[Grunts, Exhales Deeply]
Here: Let me just show you my l: D:
[Guard] You're with the Defense Directorate?
Not really: They just gave me that card in case someone started asking questions:
And the woman... she was an l: A: C:? Yes, she was:
And those people who took her are trying to kill Dr: Huer:
How do you know all this? I'm psychic: I don't have time to explain:
Call your head of security and tell them the courier's been intercepted:
They'll know what to do:
Ah, one of them must have dropped it: What is it?
It's a delocking disc: A de...
Oh, you mean a key:
Why do you people always make things so complicated?
Looks like it's color-coded: You know what part of the complex it goes to?
That's the Med Wing: Those numbers on the bottom will tell you what office:
"37042:"
That sounds like Dr: Bayliss's clinic: She's a psych-med... pretty famous:
A lot of her patients are very important people:
Hmm:
The information is locked in her subconscious, so they use a shrink to get it out:
"Shrink"?
Hey: I can get a security unit up to the Med Wing:
Fine: I'll meet them there:
Sorry, but you're not telling anybody anything:
Your men are incompetent: [Huffs]
That sublevel was crawling with security people:
What did you do? What happened?
I stopped one of them: I didn't have a chance to finish him off:
Rorvik and Carew can take care of that as soon as they check in: If they check in:
Our plans are in jeopardy, Delora: We've got to move faster:
How soon before you have something here?
There's no way to say exactly: It depends on her:
It could be a half an hour or longer: [Sighs]
Your man in the information office...
if he is as reliable as you say he is,
you can get him to forge a priority one communiqué, can't you?
I suppose I could: Then have him send an intra-Directorate memo canceling the blue-code alert:
He'll say the assassin has been caught, Huer's safe,
and there's no need for the l: A: C: After all:
I'll have him do it immediately:
But you know they'll start suspecting something's gone wrong sooner or later:
Yes, but by then it will be too late...
particularly for Huer:
Uh, Colonel? Uh...
Oh, the party favors: You can put them right there:
Where do I put this, babe?
Babe? Thank you, Twiki:
- [Chirping] - I'll take that as a compliment:
You can leave it right there: That way when Buck comes in, it'll be the first thing he sees:
Uh, what did you say these were?
Party favors... at least that's what Dr: Junius called them:
He had the manufacturing center make them up exactly like some old photographs:
I'm almost afraid to ask, but, uh,
[Chuckles] What is this?
- A balloon: - Balloon?
Yeah:
Watch:
[Sputtering]
Whoops: [Chuckles] See?
Yes:
Well, I take it there's some peculiar purpose in that:
Uh, they're for decorating:
- And this? - A party hat:
A hat?
- You wear it on your head: - I most certainly will not:
Oh, Dr: Huer:
Colonel, there will soon be dozens of Security Directorate agents: : :
Swarming through the building and guarding the entrance downstairs:
Perhaps it's academic, but if by some small chance an assassin does get into the building after me,
I will not be murdered wearing a blue-and-white plastic cone on my head: It's positively undignified:
[Chirping] Party pooper:
Party pooper?
Well, I'm not certain, mind you, but we probably have one of those here too:
And this: [Squeaks]
[Honks]
[Beeping]
Yes, Carew? Trouble, Doctor:
The New Chicagoan, the one that was with the courier... he's one of Huer's people:
- What did you do with him? - There was nothing I could do:
Doctor, he knows you're in on this:
I must have dropped my delocking disc when I fought with him, and he found it:
A security agent told him about you:
I took care of the agent, but that guy must be on his way to you now:
Find Rorvik and get back here as soon as you can: Right:
Isn't there some way you can speed up that process, Delora?
Not without causing extensive neural damage, no:
What difference does that make?
You don't think I'm gonna let her live now, do you?
[Dr: Bayliss] There are alternatives:
I could tamper with her memory: [Grunts]
For God's sake, Corey, I'm no murderer:!
No?
And I suppose you weren't selling quadrillium when we first met on Regulus 4 either?
How many people died of radiation poisoning back then, Delora?
That was different:
Oh, being an accessory to murder doesn't bother you, does it?
It's just the act itself you have no stomach for:
Give it up, Corey: This whole thing is coming down around our ears:
You're going just too far to settle an old score:
I wish that's all it was!
The data's coming in: What's happening now, tonight? Where's Huer?
Spending the evening with friends: : :
In an apartment occupied by somebody named, uh, Rogers...
William Anthony Rogers:
The address is here:
Whoa! Oh!
Nothing like dropping in on old friends, is there?
[Groans]
His eyes! You've blinded him!
He's been underground for 15 years: He can't stand bright light!
Touch her and you die!
[Groans] Turn down the lights!
It's getting late: Huer's waited long enough:
- I want them dead, understand? - Yes:
See to it:
What are you doing? You got what you want from her:
[Hisses]
Not entirely:
This device has been adapted: : : For sonic hypnosis:
I can wipe out every memory she has ofbeing intercepted and brought here: : :
[Humming]
And substitute new ones:
And then you let her go and she thinks she's done the job she was supposed to do:
Mm-hmm:
Rather intelligent: : : For a Neanderthal:
But Traeger said we... Mr: Rorvik,
any payment for the miserable job you two have done, will come from me, not Traeger:
Remember that:
[Humming Grows Louder]
- You're hurting her: - She can't feel it:
But you don't believe me, do you, handsome?
Well, you'll find out for yourself: You're next:
[Hisses]
Put him down over there: Start repairing your masks: You two are going out in a little while:
[Engines Whining]
[Party Horns Honking] [Noisy Chattering]
Excuse me, won't you?
Good news, Dr: Huer: The code-blue alert's been lifted: Evidently you're safe:
Well, that certainly is good news, but where's Buck?
Well, maybe he convinced Raylyn that they should celebrate his birthday alone:
I thought you said she agreed to bring him back here:
She did, but, uh, Buck can be very persuasive:
Ah: You're awake:
We'll be ready for you in a minute:
Where's Raylyn?
Where she would be if things had gone as planned:
[Breathes Deeply] Thank you for your assistance:
Just doing our job, Ms: Meritt: Okay:
- I won't remember you after this, will I? - No:
Then I guess I should say my good-byes now:
All his life, Corey has left a trail of corpses in his wake:
- I don't intend to add another: - That's a comfort:
Corey was a decent man once, but he's changed,
and I've got to get away from him, off this planet...
start all over again somewhere else:
But first I have to cover my tracks... starting with you: : :
And everything you know:
[Grunts] [Injector Hisses]
Where were you? I looked all over the restaurant for you!
L... I thought you said you were a slow eater:
You really don't remember a thing, do you? Remember? Remember what?
Buck, what is going on? Never mind: I'll explain later:
Look, you wouldn't happen to know the record flying time between here and New Chicago, would ya?
No: Why? Because whatever it is, we're gonna break it: Hang on:
[Noisy Chattering]
Everyone, please, can I have your attention?
Someone is on his way, and since the code-blue alert has been canceled, it must be Buck:
So find your places and light the cake:
[Exhales Deeply]
[Partygoers] Surprise:!
- Who on earth is that? - [Chirping] Gate-crasher:
[Murmuring]
[Commotion]
[Murmuring]
Traeger!
Cornel Traeger... you're alive!
Yes, Elias:
Still alive,
despite your best efforts:
What do you mean my efforts?
You were lost in a routine exploration mission:
Why, everyone thought you were dead:
Who sent me on the mission, Elias, hmm?
Who?
You volunteered: You knew the risks:
Who do you think you are, barging in here like this?
You have no right to disrupt this party! Stay out of this!
I'm warning you... next time, I touch you:
[Dr: Huer] It was you:
You killed that Capellan: : :
And now me:
That's right, Elias:
Now you,
finally:
Oh, no, you don't!
Dr: Huer, Wilma, get away from him!
[Sizzling] [Commotion]
[Wilma] What happened? He fell on his own hand:
[Dr: Huer] He's pure silicon:
[Murmuring]
Buck:! Buck, why'd you take off so fast? I was...
Well, at the very least, Dr: Bayliss will never practice psycho-medicine again:
[Theo] I suspect, however,
the Computer Council will find her guilty of offenses: : :
Meriting a much more complicated correctional procedure:
Which reminds me, we have to contact the adjudication board,
brief them on the rather bizarre details of this case: Colonel?
Wait a minute: Don't run off: I haven't even opened my presents yet:
[Giggles] Well, happy birthday anyway, Buck,
even if things didn't turn out the way we wanted them to:
Well, you know, Wilma, there's an old saying...
"It's the thought that counts:"
And it's true: I really appreciate it very much:
Well, maybe we'll get it straight next year:
[Clears Throat] Well, to tell you the truth, Wilma, after all that's happened today,
I could do without birthdays for at least a decade or two:
[Laughs]
Let's see what we got here: What'd you get?
Ooh: [Giggles]
- Awww: - Ah:!
[All Laughing]