03x06 - Tissue of Truth

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I don't care if he gets
by with every penny.

Just so we get Bobby back.

Now the only person on this earth
who knows where my son is, is dead.

Well, both that car
and the body were

where his boy is
within the last 24 hours.

So far, he's absolutely normal.

Except that he kidnapped a kid

and buried him alive
in a vault somewhere.

The time is running out.

That kid doesn't have
four minutes to spare.

I don't wanna see an
inch of ground untouched.

I mean fast.
Move fast! Let's go.

Move! Move!

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Yeah?

We're holding positions,
Lieutenant, waiting instructions.

Stay covered and stay sharp.

Why doesn't he call?
What is he waiting for?

He won't hurt Bobby, will he?

Mrs. Stoddard, all this man is
interested in is $500,000. That's it.

And he gets it, he thinks.

I don't care if he gets
by with every penny.

Just so we get Bobby back.

Hello. Are you all set?

Yes, I'm ready. I have the
money right here with me.

I hope you didn't go to the
cops, for your son's sake.

Of course I didn't. I
want my boy home safe.

If those bills are marked,
you'll never see him again.

They are not marked.
No one knows about this.

All right. Now listen.

Exactly 26.8 miles
from your house,

there's a phone booth on
the right side of the road.

Be there before 10:00.

And what do I do there?

You wait.

Well? No problem.

He's more anxious to get
this over with than we are.

No more than I am.

I still don't know why you brought
me out here to make a phone call.

Just in case Stoddard
started playing any games.

He'll be all right,
you promised.

Stop worrying, Louise. The
kid's a healthy 18-year-old.

He'll be fine. In a few
hours, we'll all feel better.

Take me home, I feel
sick to my stomach.

Bill, you will let me
know as soon as...

Yes, Amanda, as soon as I can.

About 60 seconds to go.

Look, I still wish there were
some other way of doing this.

Look, Mr. Stoddard, we're not going
to interfere with the transfer at all.

Suppose he discovers that
you have men following me?

We won't be following that close

and we're using enough
cars so we won't be spotted.

I still don't like it.

I didn't like it when my wife
called you and I don't like it now.

Well, you may not like it if
this guy picks up your money

and hops a plane to
Afghanistan or some place,

and you never found
out where he left your boy.

All right, move it.

Now remember, when we tag
him, don't get too close to him,

And when they make the drop,
trace whoever has the suitcase

and carry on surveillance
according to plan.

Car 62905, check in when
you reach B Zone. Ten-four.

The car's standing
still now. Zone F.

He's going into the phone booth.

This is Stoddard.

You're on time. Good.

What do I do with the money?

Get back in your car,

drive north, seven and a
quarter miles to an overpass.

Ride two-tenths of
a mile onto the pass

and drop your
bag over the railing.

Over the railing, right.

And, Stoddard,

remember, what happens
in the next 10 minutes

is the whole ball game.

So don't make any mistakes,

Yeah... But wait,
what about Bobby?

How do I know he's safe?

I'll call your wife and let her
know how you can get the kid back

after I've gotten the money.

Subject's car is moving again.

So are we.

Do you read? Do you read?

We're holding south and east
Zone 8. South and east Zone 8.

Okay, hang back
until signaled. Ten four,

You there, George?

Yeah, Bill, what's up?

Something funny coming
over the police frequency.

You know of anything
happening around here? Over.

No, it's dull as could be.

Well, I better get on it. I'll let you
know if I run across something.

Over and out.

Transfer completed, 109
overpass. Repeat, 109 overpass.


coming beneath the overpass.

Heading north.

Repeat. Green Ford
sedan, heading north,



Appropriate action being taken.

Breaker, breaker. This
is Sheriff Reid here.

I have a green sedan. He's
north on the road to San Marcos.

Do you read me? Over.

Hey, do you cops read me?
Hey what's wrong with you guys?

What's that?

Lieutenant, someone's
on our frequency.

Well, get him the hell off!

Hey, you, whoever's
on this frequency, get off.

And get off the road. This is
the police, Do you read me?

Yeah, I read you, buddy, but I'm
following a green sedan that's speeding.

Do you read me? Over and out.

Honest, Lieutenant, I didn't
know. I was only trying to help.

No, you weren't. You were
trying to be a lousy hero.

And, buddy, you'll never
know how you loused things up.

Okay, but is there
anything that I can do now?

Yeah, get out of my sight.

Were you able to find
anything out about the guy?

Nope, only that
he d*ed on impact.

You told me this
was going to be safe.

You were just
going to follow him.

That local idiot got involved.

I had no way of foreseeing that.

A lot of good that
does us now, doesn't it?

What am I going to do
right now, Lieutenant?

I honestly don't
know, Mr. Stoddard.

I told my wife it was wrong
to bring you people into this.

To bring anyone else into it.

Now the only person on this earth
who knows where my son is, is dead.

And time is running out.

His son is tied up in
an underground vault.

A vault? Yeah.

I feel so responsible.

How's he gonna breath?

Well, they're supposed to have a t*nk
of oxygen down there, giving him air.

It's metered to last 36
hours from the first phone call.

That was at 12:00 last night.

Thirty six? Hey, you're talking
about 24 hours from now.

You know, he must've got that
idea from the Chowchilla case.

Listen, your boy was taken
yesterday afternoon, right?

That's right.

Then, presumably, he
was in the vault by nightfall.

Where will that take us?

Well, both that car and the
body were where his boy is

within the last 24 hours.
Now maybe, just maybe,

we could get a clue off
the body or off the car

that will tell us
where the vault is.

Maybe is a far out
chance, Dr. Quincy.

That's the only chance
we have, Mr. Stoddard.

Talk to me, Sam. Anything?

Nothing yet. We're still
waiting for a lot of tax results,

but, so far, he's
absolutely normal.

Yeah, except that he kidnapped
a kid and buried him alive

in a vault somewhere.
Some kind of normal, huh?

Gentlemen, what've
we got so far?

Tell him, Sam.

Absolutely nothing.

Nothing?

Really, nothing, a whole
lab and we have nothing.

Do you know what time it is?



I got a clock in my
head on this one,

every tick goes off like a b*mb.

We're even running tests to compare the
amino acid ratio of his stomach contents

with known food staples.

That must be new.
I've never heard of that.

Neither have I. I'm trying
new things, old things,

anything that will
tell me where he was.

Some of these tests take days.

We don't have days.

Now let's get cracking.
We have less than 20 hours!

Tell me about it.

We're trying to reconstruct
a man out of thin air.

Not so much who he
was, but where he was,

what he ate, what he drank,
this morning, last night, yesterday.

Anything that will help us
zero in on where he put the boy.

I understand that, but it doesn't
help that boy under the ground.

Any luck?

No. What about you?
What about the fingerprints?

Yeah, well, the guy's clean.

ID in the name of John Westman.

Yeah? Oh, but don't get excited.

You know the car that
he wrecked? It was rented.

But the address on
the ID was a phony.

We wound up at a
mattress company.

Dead end.

I'm beginning to
get used to 'em.

You know, I'm beginning
to think he was lying

about that kid
being underground.

Well, I... I hope you're right.

Well, he isn't. Here's his shoe.

Size 10, double-A.

Scrapings from
the sole show dirt.

Earth-type dirt. A lot of
it got trapped in the welt.

Well, he was working in
black earth and he was digging.

Oh, look, the kid could
be anywhere around here

within 200 miles.

We've got 20 hours to find him
and I don't know where to begin.

If Sam and I could give
that car a good going over...

Well, who's stopping
you? That's a terrific idea!

We have to evaluate
the test results.

Don't worry about
the test results.

I'll have...

Well, I'll take care of it.

You'll take care of it?

Do I have to remind you that I
happen to be a fully qualified pathologist.

No, you're a fully qualified
human being! Sam, let's go.

Go on, out, out, out.

Sam?

Yes, sir?

Keep me in touch, please.

Will do.

The tires are all torn
up. It's kind of useless.

The dashboard's smashed.

We're gonna take it apart,
though. Maybe get some prints.

Hey!

What are you doing?

This is just garbage,
Doc. I'm looking for...

Looking for what? Messages
written in secret ink?

Don't you realize that
anything can help us?

Now I want this partially eaten
apple, and I want this tissue,

and anything else
you find in that wreck.

And be careful. You've already
ruined the prints on these.

Sure, Doc.

Sam! These bugs
squashed against the radiator,

what do they look like to you?

Butterflies?

I think you're right.

Mmm-hmm. Cabbage butterflies.

Well, that's what they are.

Or were. A swarm of them.

You know, there's something we
don't quite understand about it, though.

What's that?

Oh, my dracaena's doing
very well. Don't you think?

Yeah, they're doing very well.
What don't you understand?

Well, you see,
cabbage butterflies,

they don't swarm
this time of year.

And those are fresh pupae.

That means they
swarmed off schedule, right?

Well, we did get a
report about it yesterday.

Or was that the day before?

A report about what?

A premature swarming
of cabbage butterflies.

Oh, they did a lot of damage.

Would you mind telling
me where? Please.

In the San Marco Valley.

That's about 50 miles from here.

We could drive there in an hour.

We can fly there in a lot less.

Thank you, may your
dracaenas flourish.

The San Marco Valley is
right over that next ridge.

That's not a valley
it's a subcontinent.

How's the time?

It's working against us.

Windshield was
pasted with butterflies,

so we landed here, figuring this
is where they must be swarming.

Swarming?

They're swarming all right.

Over how large an area?

The larvae has just about
destroyed my entire crop.

And I'm not the only one.

Mel Kinny's got 'em
all over his place.

How far away is that?

Just over my fence line,
about 30-40 miles south.

Holy mackerel, 30-40 miles!

Dr. Quincy, it's a
radio message for you.

Yeah?

That discarded facial
tissue you found in the car,

we've run the tests.

What did you find?

Traces of makeup.

You mean like
lipstick and powder?

Something with a
grease base. Fairly fresh.

And traces of perspiration.

And wait till you hear this. You
know that half-eaten apple you found?

Well, the narrow
arch of the teeth marks

and the degree of
moisture left in the core

indicate a woman ate the
apple in the last day or so.

A woman who was in the
car within the last 24 hours!

Astin, you're a genius!

Well, we're still a bit rusty.
We're getting there, Quincy.

Keep running tests. We're
coming right back. Let's go. Sam.

Monahan, he wasn't alone!

He was working with somebody
when he kidnapped the kid.

A woman who's still alive!

Well, look, I'll organize some
of the local people around here

and start a search. But you
know what the chances are.

Greater than they
were two minutes ago.

And when we find her, they're
gonna be greater than that.

Let's go.

How's it coming,
Sam? In just a minute.

Quincy, come here.

You know, these phone calls
came when you were gone.

From a Cynthia.

Oh, yeah... Hey, hey, hey.

And a Jackie. Boy is she
something, she called twice.

She's very nice,
she's a stewardess.

And a Belinda, and a
Sue Ann, and a Winonah,

and two Marilyns...

Yeah, they're cousins. Sam!

On a commercial scale, it's
like a number six makeup base.

Heavy enough to cover
blemishes or maybe a scar?

You think this female
accomplice has a small scar?

Well, it's possible. I
mean, it's a heavy base.

Well, then, we're narrowing
the field down some.

Could very well be. Let's see.

Shirley didn't
call? No. Quincy...

I'm sure you'll notice
that you will find

with a wider mouth and
the green eye shadow,

it will do wonders for
your overall psyche.

Excuse me a minute. Sir!

I'm with this lady.

Oh, I'm sorry, this is
very, very important.

It'll only take a...
Sir, when I'm finished.

Thank you very much. You can
pay the cashier right over there.

I do hope you
enjoy our products.

Now?

See this makeup?
It's too dark for you.

Will you cut it out?

Now, could you tell me the complexion
of the woman that'd wear this?

Of course I can,
it's my profession.

Well would you mind sharing your
knowledge with me, it's almost 9:00.

She's a blonde.

You sure? Please!

I just want to make
sure she was a blonde.

Sir. If it is a she.

Next.

Mr. Kinny, are you sure you didn't
see any strangers in the area here

in the past couple of days?

Nope.

You know, it's like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

Yep.

What am I looking at?

A section of the makeup
smudge we found on the tissue.

What's the green discoloration?

Well, here's the
high magnification.

Now, we think it's metallic. Sam's
checking it on the electron microscope.

What've you got, Sam?

Here, take a look.

This is the tissue with the
smear magnified 5,000 times.

Here it is again,
magnified 20,000 times.

You can see the metal particles.

Do an x-ray scan? Yeah.

Well, don't keep us in
suspense! Put it on, will you?

Looks like modern
art, doesn't it?

Yeah. A regular Jackson Pollock.

It's copper. Yeah. Copper?

Now, how did copper
get mixed in with makeup?

Suppose she wears glasses.

And the frames
were made of metal.

And she perspires.

Takes off her glasses to wipe away
the perspiration. What've we got?

Traces of copper in
the makeup smudge!

Now we're getting somewhere.

We know she has a scar, she
wears glasses, and she's a blonde.

Well, how do we know
that she's a real blonde?

You sure nobody's touched these
seats since the wreck came in?

Nobody. Hey, what are
you guys looking for anyway?

A natural blonde.

Hair stains and oil stains.

Give me the tweezers,
will you, Sam?

Here it is, Sam.

Blonde from the
root to the split end.

It's a real blonde
and it's a she!

Measure that, will you?

This strand is 4.5
inches in length.

Found at the bottom
of the headrest.

What's the distance from
there to the seat cushion?

Twenty eight and
three-quarter inches.

That's from the
tail to the head,

that would make
her about 5'3 ", 5'4".

That's not going to help us
much. That's an average height.

Any piece of the jigsaw puzzle we
get our hands on is gonna help us.

Keep looking.

Well, I know it's 12:30 but you've
got to come over here tonight.

Well, I'm sorry, but unless
those papers are signed

before the banks open in the
morning, I am badly overdrawn.

Why...

I can't tell you why.

Just get in your car
and get over here.

Amanda?

Oh...

What in the name of
God are you doing?

All I have left of
him now are pictures.

Taken 15 years ago!

Bobby's all that I had
for those 15 years.

I wish you would stop
speaking of him in the past tense.

I'm Dr. Quincy, I'd like
to see Mr. Stoddard.

Dr. Quincy.

Come in, please.

You've learned
something, Dr. Quincy?

Well, I don't want to
give you any false hope.

What is it?

Well, we're pretty sure there was
a girl in the car with the kidnapper

within the last 16 hours.
He wasn't working alone.

Girl? Yes.

Who is she? Well,
we don't know yet.

But she knows where
Bobby is. Can you find her?

You see, she's still a
shadowy figure to us.

All we know is that she's
a blonde, she has a scar...

That's such a vague description.

Well, that's all we
know right now.

You'll never find her
in time to save Bobby.

Doctor, are you sure that
someone else was involved?

Yes. Have you fired
a domestic recently,

had a row with one
or anything like that?

No, our servants have
been with us for years.

Well, I really came over to
tell you the door is still open

and we're doing
everything we can.

That should be Louise.

Louise?

At this hour?

Amanda, I have
some drafts to sign

before the banks
open in the morning.

How can you think of
business at a time like this?

Thank you for coming, Louise.

Hello, Mrs. Stoddard.

Hello, Louise.

Oh, Louise, this is Dr. Quincy.

How do you do, Dr. Quincy?

Nice to meet you.

Well, Lieutenant, it's 2:00.

How long we gonna keep going?

Forever. Or until we find the
boy. Whichever comes first.

How much time we got left?

Six hours.

Brill, you there?

Yeah, Lieutenant.

Anything?

A graveyard of old tin cans.

Took 20 minutes
to dig down to it.

Anything from Quincy?

No, but Sam left a message.

They think the kidnapper had
a partner with him, a woman.

They don't know who she is.

Great. Yeah.

I tell you, if we have to
keep searching two areas,

we haven't got a prayer.

Okay, come on, you
guys. Will you start digging?

Dad, help.

Nothing?

No. Stoddards were no help.

Poor kid.

Sam, you got anything?

Well, I went over the kidnapper's
clothing again stitch by stitch.

And?

Nothing to get excited about, except
on the right leg just below the knee,

I found a sticky substance.

Tar or something. Like
from changing a tire.

Well, maybe he had a flat.

Anybody check the
tires for earth chemistry?

We did that.

The mud on the tires matches chemically
with the earth on Westman's shoes.

Yeah, but that's not
going to help us, Sam.

I guess the earth
in that entire valley

will match what we
found on his shoes.

It's gotta be 100 square miles.

Sam said mud,
Quincy. Mud, not earth.

All four tires have dried
algae deposits. Fairly fresh.

Algae? You sure?

Mmm-hmm. Picked up
from a pool of stagnant water.

So do you remember seeing any
puddles or ditches or anything like that

when you were out
there yesterday afternoon?

No, no. I don't remember
anything like that.

What's the difference? There's
gotta be a million puddles

around the 30-mile area
that Monahan's covering.

We've gotta reduce the
area that we're searching.

Excuse me, Dr. Quincy.

Here is the result of the amino
acid ratios on the stomach contents.

What'd you find? That my whole
idea was an exercise in futility?

Well, I found seafood.

Clams, I think.
Thanks a lot. Clams.

Clams! That's it!

What's it?

Oh, Jeff, you came through,
whether you know it or not.

Oh, Sam, I may not
remember puddles,

but I remember the restaurant
that we flew over, right about here.

It was so low I could see
the sign. It said Shore Dinners.

I thought it was kind of funny serving
seafood in the middle of nowhere.

Now, Westman could've
buried the kid near the restaurant

and gone in for a shore dinner.

It would take a monster
to be that callous.

No, Dr. Astin, it
only takes a man.

Oh, Jeff, you really
pulled it out for us.

Now we have to find the puddle
that ties into the restaurant.

You're not going to find a
puddle in the dark, Quince.

Maybe in the morning.

Sam, morning is four hours
away, time is running out.

That kid doesn't have
four minutes to spare.

Call the pilot, will you? Tell
him I'm on my way. Right.

Everywhere we look
it's as dry as a bone.

Maybe we ought to
try the south quadrant.

You're the doctor.

Zero-One is
proceeding southbound.

Talk about wild goose chases!

Let me tell you,

you got a better chance of
finding a wild goose out there

than Bobby Stoddard.

It's amazing not to
find one single puddle.

You must've had along dry spell.

Yep. Hurt my crop just
as bad as the butterflies.

Hold it! Hold it right there!

You got something, Doc?

I don't know, it could be the
reflection of our searchlight.

Can you back this thing up?

Yeah, hold on.

Bingo! That's it! Take it down!

I'll land as close
to it as I can.

Okay.

He was here.

Westman's tires match
these tracks exactly.

If you're right,

he could've parked his car here,

and the Stoddard
boy's in this vicinity.

That's what I love
about you, Monahan.

You still believe
in Santa Claus.

Hey, you guys, the
men with the probes.

I want you to cover this
entire area like a blanket.

Brill. Yeah?

Get your men over
here as fast as you can.

Right. Okay, men, over here,
follow me. Let's go quickly, let's go.

Unless you got a better idea.

No, I don't.

Seven hours and counting down.

Hey, I've got something here!

Hear it?

If he was working alone, he
wouldn't have dug down too far.

Why?

Well, the earth's real
soft here, Lieutenant.

I think this could be the place.

Just dig!

Hey, some of you guys, come
over here and start digging.

It's just an old
irrigation pipe.

We just lost 42
precious minutes.

Listen, I suggest you keep your
guys working around the clock because

I don't have any
other suggestions.

Okay, Quincy.

All right, boys,
continue digging.

The restaurant's here, the puddle
is here, so he's gotta be in that area,

somewhere along that road.

Well, that's a lot
less ground to cover.

In less than five hours?

We need five days and


Who made this coffee? Astin.

Is that why he went home?
So he wouldn't have to drink it?

No, he didn't go home. He
went over to Monahan's office.

Monahan? He's digging
up the San Marco Valley.

No, no. I did not
go to see Monahan.

But I rousted Sergeant
Stone here, out of bed.

Of course, when I explained
how urgent it was, he came gladly.

How can you help us?

I'm a police artist.

I had him draw what our
mysterious blonde woman in the car

looks like, from what we know.

Well, come on, show
us your wares, will you?

Notice

I put the scar or the mole, or whatever
it is she's hiding on her forehead here.

And here, I put it on her cheek.

Notice the glasses
with the metal frames.

Yeah, go on.

I gave her dark
hair in this one,

figuring she might
wear a wig sometimes.

No scar and contact lenses.

You see how different she looks.

But where'd you get
the chin and the jawline?

Well, I told him the dentition
was in perfect alignment

with no malocclusions.

We got that from the bite
on the half-eaten apple.

In my opinion, this is the
one she looks most like.

Yeah. But there's
nothing special.

Nothing special about her.

She's looks so ordinary,
there are thousands.

I'll tell you what.

Could you do me a favor?
Put a beret on her or a turban

and leave out a little
hair in front just like that.

Okay.

What do you think of that, Doc?

Do you see something there?

Yeah, Sam.

I see a girl I saw
six hours ago.

Dr. Quincy.

What are you doing?

It's a number six base.
This your makeup?

Yes. That's one.

If you don't get out of here,
I'm going to call the police.

The number's 555-0892.
Ask for Lieutenant Monahan.

Don't forget to tell him that
you're a friend of John Westman's.

That you were in Westman's car

after he kidnapped
the Stoddard boy.

Metal frames, that's number two.

Oh, you're a raving maniac.

Oh, lady, you ain't
seen nothing yet!

The mole, that's three!

Three what?

Three pieces of evidence that
are going to put you away for good

if you don't start cooperating.

And what am I guilty of?

Hiding my mole or
being near-sighted?

You have to be the
coolest cat I have ever seen.

Business as usual, huh?

You walk into that house
with a bank draft so casual,

all the time knowing that boy
is dying in a hole somewhere.

Darling, I'm sorry I
didn't have a chance...

Dr. Quincy, what
are you doing here?

Trying to save your boy's life.

I don't believe I
understand, Doctor.

Oh, Bill, you're not
going to believe this one.

He's actually accused me of
being involved in the kidnapping.

What? Yeah.

Why, that's ridiculous,
it's just not possible.

She adores Bobby
and he loves her.

Now, Doctor, I suppose I owe
you some sort of an explanation.

Why don't you save
that for Dear Abby?

I know how difficult it is for
you to accept it, but it's true.

It's scientifically
true. Put on the beret.

Put it on!

Now with all the
evidence we gathered,

before I ever knew there
was a Louise Bamfield,

a police artist
made this sketch.

You were involved in
the plot to kidnap Bobby?

That doesn't help anybody now.

Lady, look, you're in a lot of
trouble, don't add m*rder to it.

And that's what it will be if you don't
tell us where the boy is and he dies.

After I talked to Bobby on
the phone and then I met him,

Westman took over.

I mean, he didn't
tell me anything.

Louise, don't lie.

I am not lying.

Westman is somebody
I knew a long time ago.

Then all of a sudden
he just appeared.

And somehow he
heard about our affair

and he threatened to
expose us if I didn't help him.

I didn't want to lose you.

So you helped
him kidnap the boy.

Westman promised me
that Bobby wouldn't be hurt

and I knew he wouldn't
break his promise.

Don't you think that if I knew
where he was, I would tell you?

I mean, I've already lost you.

I didn't want to see Bobby hurt.

I don't know where he is.

These are
antihistamines, aren't they?

Yes.

Well, they're dated yesterday.
You don't have a cold.

No, I got them from
my doctor for Westman,

then I didn't have a
chance to give them to him.

Did he have a cold? Yes.

Well, these are very strong.
Now, what were his symptoms?

I don't know, he was sneezing.

His nose, was it running?

Yes, it was running.

His eyes were watery and red?

Yes.

Constant itching?

Constant.

Sam, listen, I want
the best allergist

in the whole
Agricultural Department

to be in our lab
within 30 minutes.

Quincy, it's 6:00 am, now.

Then make it 20
minutes. And, Sam,

I want you to bring out
Westman's body again.

All right.

Dr. Quincy,

could you tell me what
part of the San Marco Valley

they're searching for him
in? I would like to be there.

It's two miles north of Jordan's
Seafood Restaurant on 87.

You the allergist?

Don't move a muscle.

Westman's ready.
What are you gonna do?

I want to irrigate
both nasal cavities.

See if I can find some
pollen particles in the lining.

These are pollen particles from
high up in Westman's nasal cavity.

This is some time to get a person
to work on a Sunday morning.

Can you identify it for us?

Believe me, the county doesn't
pay me enough for this sort of thing.

Mr. Ambrose, I personally

will write a letter to the County
Agricultural Commissioner

commending you for service
above and beyond the call of duty.

Bah, he won't even read it.

Mr. Ambrose, a boy is buried
underground. Now please!

Well, can you
identify it for us?

Of course.

As disgruntled as I am,

I can tell this is
pollen from sunflowers.

You got me up on
Sunday morning for this?

You call yourselves scientists?

A seven year old boy
could've told you that.

Is that what it is?

Well, I thought it might be
something more exotic than sunflower.

Besides, we didn't
lose any time.

Come on, Sam.

There's nothing yet. No sign
of him. Any luck at the lab?

I hope so. There's
not much time left.

There's no time left.

We'll find that boy.

Hey, everybody's
sneezing around here. Good.

What do you mean good?
That's what Westman was doing.

What does that
mean? I'll explain later.

All right, everybody, stop
digging, come down here quickly.

- What is it?
- Everybody.

All right, everybody stop. Now
stop digging and come here.

Come on, I want to talk
to you, it's very important.

See this row of
sunflowers along here?

I want you to dig as
close to them as you can

and I don't want to see an
inch of ground untouched.

I mean fast, move fast.

Let's go! Move! Move!

How you doing, Sam?

This ground is as
hard as concrete.

I'm out of time, Sam.

I know.

I don't know where
to concentrate.

Over there, over
here, such a big area.

What's that?

On your pants, what's
that? I don't know.

It smells like pine tar. I must've
brushed up against that tree over there.

Isn't that what you said
Westman had on his trousers?

You're right.

Oh, Sam!

He's got to have brushed
against that pine tree.

Show me where you were digging.

I was around here. I
started digging from here.

Everybody! Here! Come on fast!

Mr. Stoddard, please, quick!

I want everybody. Dig
around this pine tree.

No more than 20 feet
away. Concentrate right here.

Everyone. Come on!

I've hit something! Right here.

Solid!

Something here. Got
to be! There's got to be!

Give me a minute
with him, please.

Breathe. Deep. Deep.
Deep breaths, okay.

Breathe deep.

Deep breaths.

Try to breathe.

His lips and his nails
are blue, cyanotic.

I think we got him just in time.

His pulse is strong.
He's gonna be okay.

Thank God.

Give me a hand
with him, will you?

Easy. Easy.

Bobby! Oh, Bobby!

I'm so sorry. So very sorry.

Talk about your photo finishes.

You know, Quincy, you
really got me off the hook.

That's right, we did.

That's gonna cost you
dinner for three at Danny's

with the good champagne.

What do you mean champagne?

Boy, that was quite a party
at Danny's last night, wasn't it?

Oh, champagne hangover.

I think we went through a case.

Yeah. Cost Monahan
a pretty penny.

I made the cardinal sin. I
mixed the grape with the grain,

never take the straight...

Another bottle of champagne.

It's from the Stoddards.

"Love and appreciation
for all you've done."

Hey, that's nice.

Listen, I'm gonna get us
a couple cups of coffee,

it's the best thing
for a hangover.

Do you know what's so terrific?

What?

Astin is not gonna be his
old cheery self this morning.

Every time his glass
was empty last night,

I kept filling it
with champagne.

Got empty, I filled it with
champagne. You're kidding.

His head is gonna be that big.

Morning. Good morning.
What a terrific party.

Happy to see
everybody's ready for work.