blood cells!
if this doesn't put radio transmission back on line, nothing will.
hello. can you hear me? jack turns toward the boys, sees that they are occupied in their task. he shrugs it off.
respond if you can hear me.
it works. i can hear you. jack turns fast toward the boys.
this is no joke. jack looks startled. the voice is not coming from the boys at all. he turns back toward the attendant.
i'm not out there. i'm in here!
in you. in your body! they put me in you instead of the rabbit. why'd they do that?
i can see!! jack leaps from his chair.
jack, we've got ourselves a little situation here.
i heard somebody call you that.  right before the lights went out, so to speak. jack rubs his temples.
don't take those!
wait! don't! listen to me: you're not crazy. i'm real! and i've only got a 24-hour air supply to begin with, so don't go to sleep on me! jack pops the pills into his mouth.
you jerk! are you trying to kill us both!? how many of those pills did you take, anyway!?
you bet i'm back.
jack! please! jack begins to hum to himself to cover tuck's voice.
jack! we have to talk!
no you won't!
i am real, jack. you do believe that now, don't you?
believe it, jack, because it's true. did you ever see that movie where tony curtis and sidney poitier are handcuffed together?
well, that's us, jack.
yeah.
dr. niles. he runs the lab. don't let him out of your sight. if we can just talk to him --
keep looking at the car.
i know. now shut up and listen.
help me to get that other chip back.
gosh, you're right! why didn't i think of that?
not a pretty thought, is it?
what's that?
be careful.
i got a gut reaction! call it survival instinct. get out now. jack turns back toward the messenger who is talking into the phone:
run!
go to a pay phone. call a cab.
you're going to my place. you can pay the cabbie when you get there.  my treat.
i heard that.  and you're right. i could use a drink, jack. bet you could, too.
well, i do. see if there's a bottle of cutty under the sofa * cushion, would ya? jack makes a face, but takes a look.
no! the other cushion.
when?
well, yeah. i guess i did, but --
but let's face it.  we need help. can you drive? is your head clear?
slap yourself in the face.
in the face. slap yourself. wack! jack does.
harder. wack! jack does it harder.
again. wack! jack does it again.
how's that feel?
okay! how's that feel now?
okay! let's roll!
are you sure you're sober!? * suddenly, igoe's black sedan barrels around the bend * towards them. the ferrari crosses the center line. jack * screams and yanks on the wheel. the black sedan skids off * the road and onto the shoulder in a cloud of dust. * jack * i'm sober now! *
that's her!
i saw her out of the corner of your eye. jack looks around.
getting into her car! hurry! she'll get away. honk your horn! jack hits the horn. it has a very distinctive sound. lydia turns and looks in jack's direction.
you think so?
who would believe it? besides.  it's humiliating being this small. there -- i've said it!
who was that?
yeah.  why?
jack! what's that loud tapping sound!?
jack.  glance around slowly so that i can get the lay of the land.
go back, jack! go back. go back to the doors.
jack! no! wait until -- jack charges toward the cargo doors and flings them open.
-- the truck has stopped.  too late. the doors swing out. the highway flies by underneath at sixty miles per hour. jack clings to one of the doors.
jump!
good question.
never mind.
sure. and when scrimshaw's men come by to pick up the cowboy, they're gonna get you and me instead.
let me worry about that.
hurry up!
don't leave her alone in that hotel room with that sleazy cowboy!
you don't? why not?
i knew it! you're in love with her!
you're in love with her!
i.  uh.  well.
damn.
i've got your adrenaline pumping! can you feel it!
you're strong! very strong! do you feel strong?
kick in the door!
duke the sonofabitch!!
beauty punch anyway, jack. dissolve to:
get ready. what i'm going to do is, electronically stimulate some glands. see if i can't enhance their hormonal secretions. jack shudders at the thought.
here goes!.
wait a minute.  i'm getting the hang of it now.  how's this? a cracking, stretching sound is heard and jack's nose begins to get thinner and longer.
let's go for the cheekbones now. pop! snap! jack's cheek bones become distinctly more sculptured.
what the hell. you might as well tell her.
huh?
bad idea, jack. i'd be navigating in the dark. and what if i couldn't restore contact? no, jack. i can't do that.
alone with lydia, you mean!
okay, jack. signing off. tuck cuts out. jack can feel a change in his body: a momentary sensation of freedom that is reflected in his expression. he takes lydia's hands in both his own.
lydia.
lydia, it's me -- tuck.
you must have kissed jack, lydia.
that's not important. we've got to get that chip. my time is running out.
we don't leave without him.
-- don't tell him now!
lydia! i'm on the tip of your tongue! get me back into jack! kiss him! lydia grabs jack and plants one on his lips. his eyes widen into saucers as lydia's tongue goes into his mouth.
hi, buddy!
i'm in! i'm in the ventricle, jack. stay calm, stay calm.
i've got the chip. *
i'm coming up the esophagus with it. i'm gonna plant it right on your tongue. how much farther to vector-scope? jack looks down.