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With this sash comes all
the privileges of a Messenger.

Wear them with pride.

I think George Washington
likes his new outfit.

You can joke, but
this was the goal.

Being a Messenger gets us
access and information.

The Morse code
has been compromised.

Thankfully, not before
they could warn us.

Someone's approaching.
-

I'm Reynie Muldoon's teacher
from the Stonetown Orphanage.

And my name is
Nicholas Benedict.

- These are my associates, Number Two...
- Where is Reynie?

He's in school, just not
the one you expected.

The man behind this is
a master manipulator.

He is very real, and
he's also my brother.

This is all such a blatant
disregard for the safety

of Reynie and his companions.

This gallery contains
my most prized invention.

The Whisperer.

I can hear George Washington.

"Missing aren't missing..."

They're only departed.

Sticky just went to
Messenger duty. That's what it is!

The voices you've been
hearing, they're Messengers!

These testing protocols
are just wasting time.

Fast track all of it.

Both farm and forest need to be
ready tomorrow for a trial run.

We have to figure out a way to disable
the Whisperer without getting caught.

Okay. What's the plan?

We'll exfiltrate the
children at first light.

What?

Nicky, there you are.

So, how do I look?

Uh, shiny? What's that
stuff in your hair?

It's not stuff. It's my
house-made hair pomade.

One part water, one part
mineral oil, some melted wax,

and, last but not least,
four drops of sage essence

I extracted myself from
some kitchen herbs.

Steam distilled?

Of course! Come on. Get up.

Nobody's looking to adopt a couple
of scruffy street urchins, Nicky.

They want kids who are
clean, well-groomed.

Presentation is
everything. Right?

I guess.

We might know how special we are, but
no one else will unless we show them.

You'll thank me later when we're
with our new parents in our rooms

with bunk beds that
don't rattle and sag.

I want to be supportive. I do.

Is it even seaworthy?

She was fashioned by the world's finest
sub-nautical artisans and engineers.

I've run a battery of tests on
her engines, passed them all.

And you condone this voyage?

We must get the children.

A surface vessel would be
far too risky at this point.

But this vessel?

Once on the island,

I'll commence exfiltration
and be back in the water,

heading towards
base by nightfall.

I'll run silent, run deep.

I do have one, one question.

Is there enough room in
there for one rather, um

significantly-sized
adult and four children?

Have the children grown?

- Uh...
- Just when you get there,

paint a rock on the south shore
to let us know you arrived safely.

Ah, just like Theseus.

But didn't that
story end horribly?

Yes, it did. But this will work.

Permission
to speak freely.

Yes, of course. But haven't
you always had that?

This is a terrible mistake.

To abort mission because some
enraged middle school teacher...

She has a name.

shows up with a slew of
ridiculous accusations?

Gross negligence? Child
endangerment? It's absurd.

No, no. Ms. Perumal
is absolutely right.

I placed children, innocent
children, in grave danger.

I cannot let it continue
a minute longer.

Not just any children,
exceptional children.

We chose them from thousands.

- Yes, but...
- She's right.

They all volunteered
of their own free will.

And as you've said, they and everyone
else will be in more danger if they fail.

They are smart, capable,
courageous children.

And you put them in that
position to succeed.

No. It's too late.
It's too late.

I have been fighting
this battle for so long,

it is time for me to admit that
I have already failed. Done.

You haven't failed.

You just haven't finished yet.

Please!

Your concern is very much appreciated,
but the truth is you don't understand.

Neither of you do.

Understand what, exactly?

I must prepare for
the children's return.

Do you know what
today is, Isaac?

Um, well, yesterday
was Tuesday, so...

Yes, it's Wednesday.

But it's also the
day we make history.

It's a big day.

And which Messenger gets to
participate in this historic moment?

Hmm.

I have the perfect candidate.

Whatever this Improvement
is, it's happening soon.

We have to figure out a way to
communicate with Mr. Benedict.

Maybe the Improvement
will make things better.

I mean, it is the
definition of improvement.

When has Curtain ever
made anything better?

Guys...

It's go time.

Tonight, after lights out,

we storm the boulder-hatch,
take the laboratory.

Finally, you talk sense.

You said there's a
scientist down there.

She will be weak from
lack of sunlight.

Easy to neutralize.

We're not neutralizing anyone.

Any number of nonlethal
weapons will work.

I could craft a basic
arsenal in no time.

I can make paralytic
from spider venom.

No. No paralytics. No weapons.

You lack spine.

Look, we know his plan
involves a farm and a forest.

Farm? I haven't seen a
pig or a chicken or a cow.

There are other types of farms.

Oyster farms, honey farms...

Organ farms.

What?

If we can figure out
what the farm is,

then we can figure out how
to stop the Improvement.

And destroy the Whisperer
once and for all.

Maybe there's another way
to stop the Improvement

without destroying the...

Whisperer.

I mean, the Whisperer
itself isn't evil.

It's just a tool.

You're not serious.

Sticky, I know how you feel.

I felt the same thing.

It makes all your anxiety
and stress just evaporate.

Is that a bad thing?

For us, no.

But for everyone else getting
those messages, it is.

It's causing nothing
but anxiety and stress.

He's drinking the Kool-Aid.

Gulping it.

Look, the only people we
can rely on are each other.

That means we have to work together and
trust each other more than ever, okay?

Mr. Washington.

You're wanted for
Messenger duty.

I didn't realize I'd get called
back to the Whisperer so soon.

Not all thoughts
need to be vocalized.

Right, right. I'm
just a little excited.

Perfectly understandable.

Sticky Washington.

Friend.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

It's a testament to
your tremendous mind.

What you did yesterday
was outstanding.

Exhilarating, actually.

Really? I don't
remember anything.

Do you remember how calm and
assured it made you feel?

Yes.

It feels the same way about you.

The machine?

The Whisperer was humming.

Alive with possibilities.

Inspired to be paired
with such a fertile mind.

You're special, Sticky.

You really are.

So many Messengers unconsciously
fight the Whisperer.

They push back.

Reynie Muldoon, for instance.

But you somehow learned how to
become one with the machine.

Thank you, sir.

Please... have a seat.

Let's get started.

Did you see his face light up
at the mention of Messenger duty?

It's kinda creepy.

He's jumping ship. Savvy play.

He's not jumping ship.
It's just... the Whisperer.

It's so... soothing.

If you two are Messengers, you
know what he's going through.

Even if we were Messenger
material, no, thank you.

I'd take a taste.

Look, right now, we need to
focus on the farm and the forest.

I'll talk to S.Q.,
see what he knows.

Kate, you talk to Martina.
She's an Executive now.

She has access everywhere.

I'll try, but getting her
to talk about anything

other than tetherball
won't be easy.

What about me?

What's my mission?

Why don't you stay the course?

Go to class, keep your
eyes and your ears open.

Hurry up.
Time is wasting.

Put on your shoes
and grab your coat.

Don't stay indoors.

Avoid the rain and
cover your head.

When you look good,
you feel better.

Hurry up. Time is wasting.

Put on your shoes
and grab your coat.

Don't stay inside.

I'm glad I finally got you
to turn off the television.

And how many game shows
can one person watch?

I like game shows.

Sue me.

Sue me in court.

I'll go get the tea.

Avoid the rain
and cover your head.

When you look good,
you feel better.

- Mom?
- I wanna go shopping.

Hmm.

Here's another one
dealing with radio waves.

Ah, the sleep pattern of the
North Egyptian wood mouse.

Yes.

Describing how these
patterns were disrupted

by a new TV transmission tower.

You're grasping at straws.

Obviously, he wants to stop Curtain
more than anyone, especially now.

But if he says he's tried everything
here and none of it's worked,

I believe him.

I hear that. I honor that.

But isn't that just another way of saying
he came this close to solving the puzzle,

but just couldn't crack it?

One could argue that a great puzzle solver
knows when to move on to the next puzzle.

Or maybe the great puzzle
solver is just discouraged.

S.Q.

What are you up to?

Actually, I was just noticing
the light on the water.

Yeah, those sparkles are pretty
hard to get right with pencil.

You draw?

As much as I can.

- Definitely.
- Hmm.

Didn't know that.

Oh, yeah. I love to draw.

Especially nature, trees.

There's an amazing forest
right here on the island.

Really? A forest?

I go there to draw.

Or just sit, listen
to the sounds.

Oh, nice. So how
do you get there?

I'm the only student allowed.
Authorized access only.

You can't bring a friend?

My dad won't allow
anyone but me.

You know, my teacher, Ms. Perumal, she
really didn't want me to come here.

She was sure this
school wasn't for me.

But, eventually, I just
had to decide for myself.

Look who
decided to show her face.

What do you mean?

I'm, like... three minutes
and 28 seconds early.

I'm talking about last night.

Where were you?

I knocked on your
door after curfew.

I was sleeping. I'm a
very, very deep sleeper.

- Coma deep.
- Mm-hmm.

What about your roommate?

I was knocking pretty hard.

Partial hearing loss. Fireworks.

What did you want, anyway?

I thought you might want to
come by the Executives Colonnade

and see my new single room.

All to myself.

But, anyway...

You have your own room? Wow.

Yeah. One of the many perks.

Seems like there are a lot.

Yeah, well... they come with a
lot of duties, so we earn them.

What... what kind of duties?

Oh, a bunch
of high-level stuff.

Admin. Logistics, security,

and cleaning.

What are you cleaning? I
thought the Helpers did that.

Oh, no. Only Executives are
allowed to clean the server room.

They call it dust abatement.

You dust the server... farm?

Yeah.
That's what I said.

Tons of computers, which
means lots of dust.

Not my favorite part of the
job if I'm being honest.

I wouldn't blame you.

Well, it's very important.

So... best of the best.
All right. Let's volley.

You know, I just want to
say, playing tetherball

easily the best part of my day.

Thanks for bringing
me on the team.

I could tell right away.
Tetherball's in your blood.

You know, if the
offer still stands,

I wouldn't mind coming by and
checking out your sweet new room.

Done.

Come over after study hour. We
could watch the WTA quarterfinals.

All four matches.

Cannot wait!

Oh.

I thought I politely asked
you to give me my space today.

You did.

Yes. My personal space.

It's important for any relationship,
much less the parent-child dynamic.

Sorry, I'm leaving. Just
needed to grab the binoculars.

Oh.

I'm going to the forest.

Fine.

With a friend.

Interesting, um...

When I told you you could
go past the bollard fence,

I, I'm really sure I gave
you a few conditions.

Maybe I'm misremembering?

No, you did. I'm allowed to
take in art supplies only.

I'm permitted in during mid-morning
and mid-afternoon, but not midday.

Alone. Completely. Alone.

Yes.

That's it.

This friend of yours, um...

Do they have a name?

Reynie.

Reynie Muldoon.

S.Q., I need to tell
you something, um...

When students at the school
are friendly towards you,

you need to put that in context

and ask yourself what their
motives might be, all right?

Why would they need a motive?

Well, you're in the unique
position of having my ear,

so people may act a
certain way toward you.

Reynie's not acting.

He's my friend.

Your friend. I see.

Son, I've always told you

that the past is a good indication
of the present, correct?

And in the past, let's face it,
you haven't had many friends.

In fact, how many
friends have you had?

I'm just trying to protect you.

Listen, when I was your age,
I was misunderstood also.

But you know what?

It's a good thing.

It fueled me.

Dear Ms. Perumal,

I think of you often
and hope you're well.

I'm pretty good, I guess.

This mission I'm on, it requires
a large amount of deception.

Which is really just a way
of saying I have to lie

a lot

to people that I like.

It's strange.

It seems like the more I
lie, the better I get at it.

And the worse I start to feel.

It's like I'm losing who I am.

I understand that our
mission is important,

but this feeling I get when I'm lying,
sometimes I wonder if it's even worth it.

Oh. Hey, Reynie.

Hey! So, how was the Whisperer?

Oh, fine. No big deal.

Really?

Yeah, you know, a little boring.

Dr. Curtain asked me to
join him for lunch today.

What?

I don't know.

I just think it's kind of weird how eager
you are to be having lunch with him.

You're the one who's always saying,
"We need to get into his inner circle."

This is different. It's almost
like you're... enjoying it.

Why wouldn't I?

Being acknowledged?

Wait.

You're jealous.

What? No, I'm not.

It's okay. You were
the golden child.

And now... it makes
sense. I'm not upset.

I'm not jealous. I'm worried.

Kate's right, Sticky.

Ever since you started spending time
in the Whisperer, you've changed.

You're right. I have changed.

I used to be a nervous
mess, and now...

The Whisperer is manipulating
your mind, your emotions.

I know.

For the better.

I see what this is.

Somewhere deep down, you like
when I'm anxious, don't you?

What? No. That's
crazy. Of course not.

Makes you feel better
about yourself.

Admit it.

Sticky!

Mom, slow down.

Oh, look at these
beautiful beets.

Better stock up. Who knows
how long we'll have 'em.

What do you mean?

The season just began.

Soil depletion. Drought.
Just read the papers.

- Mom? Where are you rushing off to?
I need a new hat.

What good's that gonna
do me when the banks close?

I need my paper.

- I need to know what's going on!
- I need cash.

Are you kidding me?

Give me the cash.

Hey! Is everything all right?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

I asked my dad if I could
take a friend to the forest.

He yelled at me for
even considering it.

If anyone happens to think being friends
with me is a way to impress my dad

they're wrong.

We don't have that
kind of relationship.

That's not what I'm doing.

Most of the kids here don't want
to talk about anything real.

You're different.

Did you do that?

Oh, this? Yeah.

- I can't draw like you can, but...
- No, that's cool.

You actually captured
the light pretty well.

You have a good eye.

Sorry I can't take
you to the forest.

Maybe you can.

You know what they say,

"Sometimes it's better to
apologize than to ask permission."

Such great parents. Here we are!

Hello, nice to meet you. My
name is Nathaniel Benedict.

- Well, hello.
- Great show.

"Now is the winter of our discontent,
made glorious summer by this sun of York.

And all the clouds that
lowered upon our house..."

Impressive.

"In the deep bosom
of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound
with victorious wreaths,

our bruised arms hung
up for monuments."

It's Richard III.

My brother, Nicholas, he can
do long division in his head.

I taught him how.

With us, you get two for the
price of one, no strings attached.

He doesn't take up much space,
really. Or eat much, for that matter.

I'm sorry to say that we only
have room for one, buddy.

If you can only take one, we understand.
We want what's best for each other.

- That's really sweet.
He's right over here.

Hello.

We hear you like to read.

There are times in life

where one must stand in the
spotlight and take a bow.

At first, you might find it
difficult to outshine those people

that are close to you.

But that thinking is
weak. It's a trap.

It's grass-finished,
dry-aged prime wagyu.

Wagyu.

That's a prized breed of steer.
Originated in Japan, right?

I tell you.

Unlike others around here,

I do not find your knowledge of
facts and figures annoying at all.

Go ahead, dig in.

After what you did in the Whisperer
today, you more than deserve it.

Your compatibility index
scores are staggering.

Projection sub-coherence,
relative congruity...

You set Institute
records in all of them.

I gotta be honest with you,

I actually thought it was your
roommate that had the potential.

But after seeing his
compatibility scores...

Oof.

Who? Reynie?

Oh... It's perfect.

Look at that marbling.

Try the horseradish.

So, tell me. How well do
you know Reynard Muldoon?

Oh...

I don't... know
him all that well.

He's kind of quiet.

Oh, that's interesting. I would
have thought the opposite.

Kind of a classic
outgoing introvert.

Keenly interested in
others all the time.

But you know him
better than I do.

Actually, I've only known
him since I've gotten here.

You ignored each other in the
vehicle you arrived in together?

I meant, I met him on the car
ride over. He was... friendly.

Like I said, outgoing.

But I worry... Sometimes
that focus on others

not always, of course, but
sometimes, it's a means to hide.

To divert attention
away from some

ulterior motive, you know?

The only motive I see from
Reynie is getting good grades.

Most of the time,
he just studies.

Oh.

Yeah, well...

I guess I have a more nuanced view
of success in an academic context.

It's not just hours of
your face in a book.

I see it as a process of
revealing what's within.

That's where your
greatness lies, Sticky.

Within.

Thanks.

Oh.

Don't ever thank others
for your success.

You earned it.

And don't over-sauce.

It's clumsy and
dishonors the animal.

You're gonna be spending a lot
more time in the Whisperer, Sticky.

A lot more time.

S.Q.: Careful of poison
ivy from here on out.

It's everywhere.

You were right. This
place is incredible.

Why is it off-limits?

Something to do
with my dad's work.

He's here a lot with his friend.

Well, I guess she feels like
she has to be his friend.

Chief scientist.

What type of scientist?

I'm not sure.
Neuroscience, maybe?

That's what my birth father
did with Dr. Curtain.

They worked together?

When I was a baby.

Then he got sick
and, you know...

Curtain adopted you.

It all
comes down to this.

The last two points
between two bitter rivals

in what might be the last of
Nygård Jorgenson's storied career.

The flag
is up, and Norway serves.

A flyover and a backhand
follow-up strike by Jorgenson.

Oh!

- Did you see that reverse catapult slam?
- And right into a reverse slam.

How could I not?

Let's
take another look.

A perfect crossover
spin step sets her up

- for the spectacular reverse slam.
- You were right.

The Norwegians have the best
foot technique I've ever seen.

Masterful.

- Norway is now one step closer to victory.
- Watch Nygård.

- If just joining us, we have an...
- You could learn from her.

She's a strong hitter, but
all her power comes from her footwork.

And it is as close of
a match-up as I've seen in years...

Totally.

I want to try that. Doesn't
seem too complicated.

It's not. Classic approach,
nothing revolutionary.

Knees bent, step across,
and back with a swing.

She just does it with
absolute precision.

What are you doing?

Uh...

You have to keep your hip in.

Can't open up too early, or else
you're gonna have to overcompensate.

No wonder it didn't feel right.

Baaken avoids the wraparound,
goes on the attack.

Baaken does not want to lose.

Her knuckle-down technique

is the only thing keeping
her in this thing.

The Executive snack stand we
passed, do they have protein bars?

'Cause after practice, I always try
to top off my B12 levels. Maybe...

No way. I don't want
to miss anything.

Takes back
control, goes on the attack

with a slam points scored...

- Wraparound! Let's go!
Stay with us, folks!

We will be back with more
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I'm not really that hungry.

Eat strong, be strong.

Athletes like us,
nutrition's our gasoline.

You know what? You
just reminded me.

Got so caught up with the
match, I almost forgot.

I know it's in here somewhere.

Oh. Here it is.

- What is that?
- Huh?

On your hands. Those dots.

I was just marking
down foot patterns.

I'm gonna study these.

Those don't look
like foot patterns.

I have my own shorthand?

You know what I think?

I think you're a
winner, Kate Wetherall.

A stone-cold killer.

Just like me.

I...

I made this for you.

- For me?
- Mm-hmm.

Wow! This is actually...
really nice, Martina.

Almost there.

Here we are.

Wow. It's incredible.

Right?

What are you looking for?

Oh, nothing.

I mean, all I can see are trees.

I guess I was expecting
to see more wildlife.

If all you can see are trees,
then you're not really looking.

There. Below that tree. A deer.

That's weird.
Not really. Deer like leaves.

- Can I see the binoculars?
- Sure.

- Those aren't real trees.
- They're antennas. Part of my dad's work.

There must
be hundreds of them.

What are they for?

I don't know, but he says,
once they're turned on,

I have to stay away for a while.

They cause tumors or something.
Hope somebody tells the deer.

When is it gonna be turned on?

Tomorrow...

Twenty-two hours from now.

Hurry.
-

We got it.
- A line this long for a haberdashery?

I don't get it.

I told you we should
have come in earlier.

So weird.

Everyone's getting
that same blue hat.

It's a beret.

Are they running
a lot of ads for it on TV?

I don't know. I just need one.

I don't know
what I'll do if they sell out.

- Should have been me.
- I know.

- What do they even see in you?
- I have no idea.

You'll come back for
me, right, Nicky?

Of course. I'll convince
them to adopt you, too.

And if they say no, I'll
come back and get you anyway.

I promise.

Turns out, Mr. Benedict had a
lot more here than he let on.

No doubt.

Oh, that's a wonderfully
executed parabola.

- It is. Hmm.
Hand-drawn.

Although, he may have
missed a French curve.

I'm sorry.

What?
- You have nothing to be sorry for.

I lied.

I lied the worst possible lie.

What did you lie about?

It wasn't the size of the
house that impressed me.

It was just that it was
so quiet and peaceful.

And there were books.

So many books. Great books.

Fiction and nonfiction, science fiction,
and narrative memoirs, and biographies...

- And then, finally, I was alone.
- Deep breaths.

I was left to be,

without my brother trying to
constantly control my every move.

It was... Oh...

Hate to admit.

It was delightful.

- Okay, stop.
- Go on.

I waited too long.

But I finally
built up the nerve.

I was going to ask my parents to
consider also adopting my brother.

It was over Sunday breakfast.

I steadied myself, I
took a deep breath.

Then, when I opened my
mouth to speak, I said...

Nothing.

I said nothing.

- It's all right.
- It's very much not all right.

My brother. My blood.
My best friend.

And I betrayed him in
the worst possible way.

- You were just a child.
- You didn't know any better.

I most certainly did. The
Emergency, the Improvement...

If I had returned, if I had
come back the way I promised,

if I had an ounce of loyalty,
none of it would have happened!

That's pure speculation, sir.

Really? Imagine if, instead of
being abandoned and betrayed,

he was adopted into a loving
family and raised like I was.

Would he have become
the madman he is today?

I highly doubt it.

The eternal debate
of nature versus...

- Nurture.
- It'll never be settled.

And to beat yourself up
over something that was not

and has never been
your fault won't help.

In fact, it'll make it far worse.
We need you. The children need you.

It's the truth.

So, please.

I'll beg forgiveness from those
brave children when they return.

You both are so kind,

but after hearing
my moral smallness,

I would understand if
you two would like to

resign.

- Never.
- Never.

Seven hundred and
sixty-three berets purchased.

Even higher than my projections.

- Tremendous work.
- Thank you.

I've just taken the messaging transmitters
off-line to prepare for tomorrow.

Nineteen hours and counting.

A toast, doctor.

I've been sober for five years.

I've always said,

when you have a good thing,
improve on it and make it great.

And when you have something
great, make it greater.

Never stop, only grow.

Because beyond the edge of what's
possible lies the magnificent.

We're about to go beyond the
edge of possible, my friend.

Solid work, Kate.

Round the edges, a coat
of quick-dry lacquer,

Executive access granted.

I'll do it on the way. Let's go.

Not without Constance. It's
not like her to just disappear.

Have you seen her today?

How would you if she
wasn't on a steak cart?

None of us have seen Constance
at all since this morning.

I'm starting to worry.

Constance will be fine.

The rest of us? Not so much.

Unless the Whisperer is
trashed once and for all.

I don't know.
Sounds kinda risky.

I saw the antennas,
Sticky. They were giant.

And S.Q. confirmed it.

The Improvement's signal
goes wide tomorrow.

I'm just saying, shouldn't we
know Curtain's plan exactly

before we get into
commando mode?

- I did not need the spot.
- Where have you been?

In the ceiling.

- Before that.
- What's with the hat?

Not hat. Beret.

Blue beret.

You know it better than
anyone, don't you, George?

Huh?

This morning, I had a thought.

Not my thought.
Voice in my head.

It was you!

- Me?
Yeah.

Telling me to buy this stupid
beret, making me want to buy it.

So I go to Stonetown
to investigate.

- You went to Stonetown? How?
It does not matter.

What matters

blue berets on everyone.

Berets were listed
in Curtain's journal,

but why is Curtain telling
people to buy a blue beret?

The berets are just a dry run.
He's just getting his feet wet.

They're not subliminal
suggestions anymore.

They're commands.

Straight into the coconut.

Textbook mind control.

And not just of Stonetown,
of the whole world.

Let's go. Right now.

Wait.

If the Whisperer
is that powerful,

we could put good thoughts
into people's heads.

Make them feel happy.

Sticky, you're not thinking
straight. You're not yourself.

I'm more myself than
I ever have been.

I'm finally happy.

Thank you, cult.

- Shut up! I'm sick of you!
Sticky!

I've never heard you
talk to anyone like that.

- She doesn't believe in anything.
- I pity you.

We don't have time
for this, Reynie.

- Leave him behind.
- No!

No one gets left behind,

especially when they're
not thinking straight.

Oh, I'm not thinking straight?

I'm the only one
here who is thinking!

Fine! You wanna hash things out?

Go ahead. I've got work to do.

Kate!

Wait! You can't do it alone!

Not while we're living