Original subtitles

Tim: There are things

that need to stay secret.

Secret?

My dad found some metal in

different places all over town.

Weird metal.

When we stopped by the station,

the metal was gone.

I'm a widow.

He was a pilot

stationed at Edwards.

You've been there, right?

Yeah, a time or two

visiting my brother.

You looking for trouble,

John?

I'm just looking to lend a hand.

John's good cop, Doc,

and I trust him.

The question, Major, is

does he trust you?

[explosion]

Jenkins: No!

Ronnie!

No, stop!

Corporal's in there!

Your Corporal is gone.

Jenkins: Explosion at the shop,

that was my doing.

Set me up with your bracelets.

Woman: What will happen

to the boy?

Slim: He'll go into foster care

in the morning.

♪

Tim: My dad was talking about

it the other night at dinner.

It's where old Mr. Dinsmore

lived.

Mr. Dinsmore who's dead?

My dad said Mr. Dinsmore

didn't even own the land.

And it was a big pain because

they didn't even want to pay

to tear it down.

So they just put a

padlock on it.

How do we get in?

Does your dad know you

have that?

Um, I'd rather not answer

that question.

You really think this is a

good place for us to meet?

Are you kidding?

Look at it!

Madeline: I am looking at it.

Well, it sure is private.

Nobody ever comes out here.

Madeline: That's because they're

scared of Mr. Dinsmore.

Well, who cares?

He's dead now!

Sorry, Arthur.

It's okay.

I didn't even know

Mr. Dinsmore.

Madeline: He dressed like

Davey Crockett,

had a huge beard, and was

missing most of his teeth.

He'd only come into town

to sell meat that he killed.

Well, should we look inside?

[laughter]

[sigh]

[door creaks]

♪

♪

It's perfect!

♪

♪ How long until the sun sets?

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ Goodnight, my love. ♪

♪

I left all three pieces of

metal right here.

Are you sure, Chief?

Maybe you put them

somewhere else.

Searched the whole office.

Found a peanut butter

sandwich in one of your drawers.

Looked like it was

made when Ike was in office.

Nah, it's not that old.

Gladys, anyone in here

yesterday after I left?

Just Timmy and his

little friends,

but I kept my eyes on them.

What is it?

Well, just after the air raid

sirens stopped,

I got a call from the base

that my car was blocking access

for a tank to get down

the street.

A tank?

I know it sounded strange,

but the man got so hot under

the collar about it.

So, I ran out to move my car.

Did you lock the office?

I was only gone for

a few minutes.

Did you see the tank or

anyone from the base?

No.

And did you ever think about

how the person calling

knew it was your car?

[sigh] I'm sorry sir.

All right.

Any more strange calls,

I want to know about it.

Keep this to yourselves.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say I was in the presence

of a professional

car washer.

See kid, that there's

what we call "ribbing."

Familiar with ribbing?

Maybe you call it teasing

or joshing.

Which one?

You're a little hard case,

aren't you?

I'm a hard case too.

Think your old man

is rough?

Brother, from what I've seen,

he's Santa Claus

next to my pop.

The time I was your age,

I would have been

two years in juvie.

You know what that is?

Jail for kids.

Pretty much.

Better than home.

Helped me figure out that I had

to learn how to get along

if I was going to get

anywhere in this world.

You can still be a hard case

on the inside,

but you need to learn

how to smile.

Read me?

Yeah.

It's "Yes, sir."

Yes, sir.

Good.

Smile when you say that.

♪

♪

♪

I believe it's a skunk.

It still has a little odor.

This whole place smells.

Like a skunk?

No, like a creepy old man.

You don't smell that?

I have serious doubts

about this locale.

Tim: Come on, Madeline.

Are you kidding?

Look around!

I am looking around.

That's my point.

I can't stay in here.

♪

♪

We haven't even

started planning

what we're going to do

on the case.

Madeline, we agreed we're

going to figure this stuff out.

Then let's do that

instead of interior decorating

the most vile clubhouse ever.

It's not a clubhouse,

it's a headquarters.

Then it's a vile

headquarters.

Anyway, I told my dad

about the metal being gone.

Did he seem surprised?

Definitely.

Did you tell them about

the commy spies?

We shouldn't assume

they're communists or spies.

Well, I already told him

that I saw them.

When you though they

were FBI agents.

What did he say?

Well, he kind of thought

I was talking too much.

In other words, he gave no

credence to your theory

or even to what you said

you saw.

That might work to

our advantage

when we interview Gladys.

Interview Gladys?

Madeline: Of course!

The metal was left

in her care.

We need to determine if

she did something with it.

That's a good plan, Madeline.

Tim: See?

The headquarters is working!

Me having a good plan

is entirely unrelated

to this putrid environment.

Shall we go?

What does putrid mean?

Is Dr. Whittison hiding out

in his office?

He's gone for the day.

Official business.

Did you not sleep well?

No.

Because of that bump

on your head

or because you moved

to a quaint little town

that just got bombed?

Probably both.

And Arthur.

Fight at school?

Yes.

And we fought too.

And I heard him last night

talking.

In his sleep?

No, he was awake.

I think he was talking to

his father.

Well sure, I think

that's okay.

No, of course, I mean yes.

It's just, he was talking

about some friends he's made.

That's good.

And how they were going to

find out what some stuff means.

What stuff?

I don't know, that's what

worries me.

I tried to fish it out of him

at breakfast

but he completely clammed up.

I'm just... I don't know.

What do you think?

I was 15 when I caught my mom

reading my diary.

I ran out of the house

over to my cousin's

on the other side of town

and I didn't come back

for three months.

And it was

maybe three years

before I could really trust her.

Trust Arthur to tell

you what he needs to

when he needs to.

Okay.

Morning, Wallace.

Morning, sir.

We still on?

You bet.

Corporal, take the kid

on a perimeter patrol.

Yes, sir.

What happened to foster care?

Well, it's a Saturday.

And they never close, Slim.

I got my hands full right now,

John.

All the more reason.

Did you come here to grill me

or Jenkins?

That it?

The death of Private

Ronald Bartowski

is my entire and full

responsibility.

The same applies

to what happened

regarding the destruction of the

shop which was under my command.

I am the guilty party.

Something strike you as

funny about all this?

How'd you do it?

I did it.

That's all you or anybody

else needs to know.

Why'd you do it?

What's he doing mucking around

in army business anyway?

Ain't you man enough

to handle this?

Since I know from your record

this isn't your first run-in

with the military police,

I'll assume you know

that I decide who mucks around

in things and who doesn't.

You got an answer for my

colleague as to how it is

you destroyed army property

and killed your corporal

and what motivated you

to do those things?

You got your man.

What do you care about my

methods or my motives?

Well, we're in the business

of cause and effect,

like for instance, what would

cause a man like you

to be sweating as

much as you are?

And yet, feel so cold

to the touch?

Maybe I caught a bug.

See now, that could

be the cause.

Maybe you haven't had

the morning beverage

you're used to having.

Maybe you got all the

answers now, huh?

No, and that's the problem.

I don't.

Here's how it's going to go,

Jenkins.

Get up.

We'll put you back

in stockade

and see if your bug passes.

Then we're going to visit

this confession in a few hours.

Corporal, back to the stockade.

And no food or water

until I say so.

He didn't do it.

Maybe he didn't.

Well if he didn't, who did?

♪

[throat clearing]

Hey!

I didn't think I'd be seeing you

today.

It's been a little hectic.

Here too.

Regarding plans

that were discussed

about a meal this evening?

I might be hung up.

Rumor is circulating that it

wasn't a missile.

How'd you hear that?

Word gets around.

And I hear you have somebody

in custody?

That's right.

Was he working alone?

All I can say is there's a

lot we don't know right now.

Should I be afraid?

I'm on it.

I prefer you smiling.

Listen, I need a favor.

The guy we locked up,

he has a kid.

He's 12 years old.

I need someone to watch him.

Slim, I'm at work.

But Whittison's gone

for the day.

How'd you hear that?

Word gets around.

Shouldn't he be

in foster care?

Yeah, but we're not sure

what's going to happen

with his pop and...

...and you took a shine

to him.

I'm not saying I like him.

The fact is, he's pretty

unlikeable.

Just seems like he hasn't

gotten a fair shake so far,

but if it's too much

trouble...

Hush.

I'll watch him, for the day.

Wallace, front and center.

Wallace, say hello to

Nurse Clark.

Regina will do fine.

Hi there, Wallace.

You'll be staying with

Nurse Clark today

while we sort things out

on my end.

This is the part where you

say, "Thank you, sir."

Thank you, sir.

If I get a report back of you

being anything less

than a gentlemen, buddy,

you don't want to know

the consequence.

We clear?

Yes, sir.

Thanks, Nurse Clark.

Thank you, Major Kirkpatrick.

You two going steady

or something?

Or something.

Let's go wash your hands.

♪

Well, well!

The three musketeers!

Do you need to use

the bathroom again?

We're doing a school project

and we need to interview

important people in town.

Like you.

Oh!

Well, of course!

Sit down.

What would you

like to know?

Did you have to go through

any security clearance

procedures to get this job?

Well, what a mature question!

Um, there wasn't

technically a...

Background check?

Right!

But Timmy's dad,

that is Chief Sanders,

he's very

security-orientated.

So there's security

procedures for the office.

Of course!

Because important records

are kept here.

Correct.

And evidence.

That's right.

Have you ever lost

any evidence?

Did your brothers put you up

to this?

Perhaps I should

radio your father.

No!

I'm sorry, Gladys.

How about we make a deal.

I won't say a word to the chief

about your little prank

and you never come in here

unsupervised again.

Deal!

What?

No!

Let's go, Madeline.

That was a disaster.

You chickened out!

She knew what we were doing!

So what?

She's obviously

in trouble with your dad!

She hadn't been arrested.

Guys!

Stop fighting!

Let's make a plan.

Nurse Milligan: Here you are.

Your medication.

Thanks.

How's the hand?

Better.

How's the head?

Better.

Oh, this is a favorite

of mine!

Yeah, me too.

I've read it before.

It would appear so.

Are these your notes?

Yeah, I do that.

A wonderful fact

to reflect upon,

that every human creature

is constituted to be

that profound secret in

mystery to every other.

A solemn consideration when

I enter a great city by night

that every one of those

darkly-clustered houses

encloses its own secret.

That every room and every one

of them encloses its own secret.

That every beating heart

in the hundreds of

thousands of breasts

there is, in some

of its imaginings,

a secret to

the heart nearest it.

Do you believe that?

That we all have secrets from

each other?

Maybe not by intent,

but yeah.

But doesn't that keep us from

being close to each other?

It can have that effect,

but like he says,

someday every one of us

is going to get separated

from our loved ones

whether we like it

or not.

At least on this planet,

anyway.

Is that what you're

thinking about,

your husband passing?

No, I mean, yes, that too.

But my son is keeping secrets

from me.

Well if you believe

Mister Dickens there,

we are all keeping secrets

from each other.

Like it or not.

Well I don't like it.

Did you steal a library book?

When I returned that

with all of my notes,

Mrs. Doherty said

"That's yours now.

I expect you'll be buying me

a new one."

[laughter]

I thought you were just visiting

your brother at Edwards.

For four long weeks.

Mostly spent in the library.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

I'll be waiting.

Arthur: Your dad found

three pieces of metal.

Right.

One at Mrs. Peterman's,

one up at a sheep farm,

and one over there.

And that's where

he saw the spies.

Alleged spies.

Okay, but why

would the alleged spies

take the metal?

That's a good question,

Arthur.

I mean, if they are the ones

who delivered the metal

in the first place,

why would they

need to steal it back?

And if the pieces were bombs,

as you suggested,

wouldn't Russian spies want

to blow up

an American police station?

Tim: Okay, what if they

weren't bombs?

What if they were like bugs.

Insects?

No, you know like

for surveillance.

So they could spy on sheep

and people at the movies?

I don't know, Timmy.

Well I don't know either.

I'm just trying to

figure this out

after he blew our meeting with

one of the only people

who even saw this stuff.

Now that's a good point.

What is?

There's more than one person

who saw the metal.

We don't have a

good hypothesis yet

because we don't

have enough data.

Let's go talk to

the other people

who saw these mysterious items

and see what more we can learn.

Sounds great!

♪

[clunking of metal]

[clunking of metal]

Well you were right

about not being a missile.

There's no impact crater.

I can't find a detonation

device either.

You need to get this thing

wrapped up, John.

People need an answer.

Yup.

It'd be nice if it was

also the truth.

Ah, this is Wallace Jenkins.

Wallace, this is

Nurse Milligan.

Nice to meet you, Wallace.

You're new in town.

Is there a secret

Granite Flats handshake

I don't know about?

I know your kid.

Oh, Arthur's in your class?

Nurse Clark: Wallace is sort of

helping out for the day,

sort of an extracurricular

project.

I see, should I see if

Arthur's available to join us?

That'd be nice.

The two of you could

play out back.

No thanks.

I'm going to the head.

Wow.

The MPs think his dad

may have been the one

to set off the bomb at the base.

He's under arrest.

Oh my goodness!

Yeah, and apparently that's

only the latest delight

this kid's had to endure

in his young life.

How'd you wind up with him?

The head MP is a friend.

A very close friend?

He cancelled dinner plans

for tonight

and dumped Little Lord

Fauntleroy on me, so...

Well the truth is, I wouldn't

mind having Arthur over here.

I thought I told you to

give Arthur some room.

Yes, you told me.

And you're not heeding

my every word?

Maybe we should check

that head injury again.

[giggle]

If he asks, we play this that

I called you in

to get reports on any drunk and

disorderlies you have

on Jenkins off the base.

Hang back, here he comes.

Sir.

Good work on the

Jenkins arrest.

You have the written

confession?

Not as yet, sir.

Why not?

He's admitting he did it,

just not how or why.

The why is evident, Major.

I've pages of reports on

Jenkins's insubordination.

Threats made to me twice

while intoxicated

and testimony from

more than one source

that he suspected

Corporal Bartowski

of plotting against him.

As to how, the shop

was blown to bits,

do we really need to dither

about what type of

explosives were used?

We haven't found

any explosives.

I brought the chief in to

report on any shenanigans

Jenkins has gotten up to

in town.

You have motive, you have a

confession, get it in writing.

The colonel expects a report

by 1800 today.

The clock is ticking.

Can't imagine how'd Jenkins

had a beef with that guy.

I told you to hang back, John.

I know Jenkins is wrong

about a lot,

but you just going

to hurry up

and put a noose around his neck

He has a kid, Slim.

Let's go talk to that kid

and see if he can say anything

that might save

his dad's life.

♪

Tim: Here he comes.

Listen, he's kind of

a nervous guy.

Maybe I should do

the talking.

What's that supposed

to imply?

Hi, Mr. Lampis!

Can I help you?

I hope so.

I'm Timmy Sanders.

I was here yesterday

with my dad.

Does your father have anyone

in custody?

Custody?

For the break-in?

Well, that's the question, sir.

Nobody actually broke in,

correct?

Who are you?

Madeline Andrews and this is

Arthur Milligan.

Are you here to sell

me something?

What would be trying

to sell you?

I'm not buying anything.

Has someone tried to sell you

something recently?

Why are you asking?

Sir, we wanted to talk to you

about the metal

Timmy's dad found

in your theater.

Okay, I get it.

New door glass is going to

cost me 15 bucks

which I expect you to pay for.

Why would we pay for it?

You broke it!

We did not!

Isn't that why you're here?

We're here to ask you about

the metal.

Look, if this is some

sort of prank, it isn't funny.

I have to pop corn.

My dad says sometimes

you eat the bear

and sometimes the bear eats you.

What bear?

Never mind.

So next, Mrs. Peterman's

or the farmers?

Mrs. Peterman is closer.

Okay.

Oh, and by the way,

she thinks she's being

attacked by aliens.

Wonderful.

Ladies.

Back so soon?

Slim Kirkpatrick, ma'am.

You'll have to forgive my

rudeness yesterday.

It's perfectly

understandable, Major,

given the circumstances.

Chief Sanders.

Good to see you again.

Are you here to take our new

orderly away?

Not just yet, but we did want

to have a private word with him.

Okay, why don't I put you

into Dr. Whittison's office?

All yours.

Thanks.

Come on, Wallace.

Can you stay?

Okay, sure.

Have a seat Wallace, Regina.

Wallace, you understand your

dad is in trouble, don't you?

You know what he's done to get

himself into that trouble?

You mean, blowing up the shop?

He tell you he did that?

He told all of us.

You mean yesterday.

Mmh-hhm.

But before that, did he

ever say anything

about wanting to do that?

I don't know.

Hey, this is kind of

grown-up talk,

kind of a grown-up

situation isn't it?

Maybe you feel

like your dad

doesn't want you

talking about him?

You're loyal, Wallace.

You must've learned that

from your daddy.

It happens in the service.

I was in Korea,

same as your dad,

same as Major Kirkpatrick.

I don't talk about it much.

Does your dad talk about it?

A little.

I hear he got a Purple Heart.

You know what that's for?

He got hurt.

Right.

I know your dad is brave.

And you're being brave

to sit here with us.

But the bravest thing anyone

can do is tell the truth.

Did you dad ever talk about

wanting to do harm to the base?

Or to Ronnie?

[sigh]

He, sometimes he'd say

that they were trying to get him

and he wasn't going to

let that happen.

He'd get them.

Them who?

Okay Wallace,

thanks for talking to us.

Am I done?

Yeah, go on with Nurse Clark.

Is my dad staying in jail?

We don't know, but I'll

be back later.

Deal?

Once upon a time I actually

wanted to do this job.

You convinced Jenkins

is our man?

Maybe.

Let me take a look

at his file.

Then give me one more

crack at him.

Okay, you got an hour.

Colonel is waiting.

♪

Man: Afternoon.

What can I do you for?

We're here to speak with

Mrs. Peterman.

She's my mom, but she's in

Colorado Springs

shopping with some lady friends.

C'mon, let's go to the farm.

Oh, heck, she didn't

forget a piano lesson, did she?

No, that's a nice bird bath.

I heard about what happened

to the old one.

What'd you hear?

Aliens.

Timmy.

Yeah, big bright light

in the sky.

She said lit up her

whole bedroom.

A big bright light in

the sky?

That's what she said.

Like a comet!

Holy smokes.

Holy smokes.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much.

Back to headquarters.

Looks like your bandage

could use a change.

I got a bump on my

head yesterday.

I wanted to ask you

about my son, Arthur.

He's a jerk.

Excuse me?

Him and his friend

did this to me.

Oh, oh.

I'm sorry!

Beth do you mind if I take

my break early?

I could use an

ice cream cone.

Um, sure.

Chocolate?

Vanilla?

Butter pecan if they have it.

Oh, they better have it

or they'll be

hearing from me.

I'll be back in 15.

Catch more flies with

ice cream.

So your son

got into a fight?

Do you make a habit out

of eavesdropping

on other people's conversations?

Hey, you were in the middle

of the ward, kid.

I'm not a kid, okay?

I have a kid.

Do you have a kid?

I don't.

Then save your parental

advice for someone else.

Sorry I bothered you.

Won't happen again.

Madeline: Arthur's house,

the movie theater,

Mrs. Peterman's house,

the sheep farm.

All on the same path

as the comet.

Yes.

But comets aren't made

of metal.

Well, what if it wasn't a comet?

It was a comet.

But maybe it wasn't.

I mean don't rule anything

out for the hypothesis, right?

I mean, what if it was

a spaceship?

Timmy.

Seriously.

Madeline, what do you think?

I think that before we can

figure out what the object was,

we need more data.

What do you mean?

I mean that starting tomorrow,

we follow this path

and see if we can

find more metal.

Yes.

That's a good plan.

Thank you.

What?

So... guess you're kind of

liking the headquarters.

It's still needs fumigation.

But I suppose it'll do.

[laughter]

Sit down,

Sergeant Jenkins.

Hershel's fine.

They're going to strip me

of my rank anyway.

Is that what you want?

Sure.

I read your file.

You haven't had it easy.

Wife cutting out like that.

But you didn't cut and run.

And that's the thing, Hershel,

you've always been

a stand-up guy.

A decorated veteran who has

given his life to this army.

Of course you didn't

give your actual life.

Though you knew plenty

who did.

You don't know jack about it.

I know about

watching men die.

I've done enough of that myself

[sigh]

Am I going to be

charged or not?

See, here's what I can't

figure out, it's Ronnie.

I mean, Ronnie's kind of

like the guys in your platoon,

isn't he?

The ones you lost?

Kenneth Knotten...

Shut up.

George Hilmer...

Shut up about them boys.

Daniel Elias,

Mitchell Minstaff, Walter....

I said shut up about them boys!

Jenkins!

You didn't kill Ronnie and you

didn't blow up your shop,

you just want out!

This ain't the way out,

Hershel.

Leaving your son the way

your wife left you, left him?

You want to do that?

You want to put that

on Wallace?

You want to lose another boy?

Your own boy?

I already lost him.

No you haven't, Hershel.

We just talked to him.

That boy stood up for you.

Said his dad

would never do this.

Said his dad was the best dad

in the world.

[crying]

It's okay, soldier.

It's okay.

Won't you tell us the truth?

It was a landmine.

What?

How I did my shop.

Hershel, there was no

blast crater.

Course there wasn't.

I used one of them

Bouncin' Bettys.

Ever seen how one of those

gals works?

It comes straight up,

rip a man to shreds.

I put one in a crate

under my desk night before last.

Hang on, Hershel...

Let him talk, John.

You're saying you used Ronnie

to trigger the explosion?

It was under my desk, he wasn't

supposed to be in there.

So you were going to detonate

it yourself?

Is that your story?

Yeah.

I was just drinking up

my courage yesterday.

I was going go in there

and trip Betty's wire.

Boom.

Go out like my boys.

All right.

Hershel.

John, thanks for your help.

It don't make sense.

No, it makes

all kinds of sense.

Sit down.

Write it up.

Sorry I only have a short break

on these double shift days.

It's okay.

I like hot dogs.

Well, good.

Arthur, I heard you talking

last night in your room.

You did?

Yes, and I just wanted

to say that I did

and that I didn't

mean to be listening in

on your

private thoughts.

It's okay if you have things

that are secret from me.

As long as it's nothing bad.

Oh, okay.

It's nothing bad?

No, I was just talking

to Dad.

I mean, I was just talking.

I don't even know if he could

hear me.

[laughter]

Nurse Clark: All right, look at

the number and let it go.

Give me that.

Who's hungry?

Burgers and fries

from the diner.

Go wash up.

What's going on?

His pop's going away

for this.

Oh no.

What about him?

Foster care.

I'll take him.

I'll do whatever paperwork

I need to.

Regina, he's 12 years old

he's not going to be adopted

anytime soon.

That kid has been

through enough.

He doesn't need to lose

his town, too.

You're something special,

you know that?

I know it.

I've been waiting for you

to notice.

[knocking on door]

Wash up, Tim.

Hey, Dad.

You're home.

I am.

How was your day?

Well, today the bear ate me.

How about yourself?

Well, I think I ate the bear.

At least one Sanders man

ate a bear today.

C'mon, let's go eat whatever

smells so good

your mother's got cooking.

How's the pain?

Morphine's a good thing.

How's my patient?

You're back!

Don't tell me you missed me.

I'd never do that, sir.

I'm Dr. Whittison, Private.

The butcher who presided

over your leg.

He means he's the one that made

sure you'd walk out of here.

This is only Nurse Milligan's

second day with us,

but I must say,

I marvel at her ability

to make patients smile.

Thank you, sir.

So, how are they

treating you here?

Everything's just fine, sir.

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A year.

He lied.

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Narrator (male): Next time,

on Granite Flats...

Why aren't you dressed?

Dad always tied my tie for me.

Well, I'll help you.

You know, it's been hard

starting over.

But we'll get there.

Pastor: These last two days

have been the darkest I've seen

in Granite Flats.

Nothing any pastor can say

could give us solace.

Um, Chief Sanders?

Any thoughts as to

Jenkins' motives?

Did I catch your name?

Go fish.

He needs you.

[laughing]