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Well, this is more like it.

You got much nicer legs

than that pastor.

You don't speak to a lady

like that.

Not in my stockade.

Sergeant Jenkins,

I'm Bonnie Foster,

Colorado Springs Beacon.

I ain't talking to

no reporter.

You talk to who I say you

talk to.

Oh man.

You can unlock the bars,

Major Kirkpatrick.

Then I'm putting him

in braces

while he's alone with you.

There's really

no need for that.

You can wait

outside the door,

in case there's any trouble.

[door slams]

I just saved you from being

chained up.

Doesn't that earn me

a little conversation?

♪

♪ How long until the sun sets?

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ Goodnight, my love. ♪

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I'll show you,

right this way.

All of our adhesives

are right here.

Thank you.

Louis?

When Mr. Donner comes

out of the back,

tell him I'm off to my

needlepoint circle.

Yes, ma'am.

Louis: As you can see, there are

a lot of options,

depending on what you need.

What's your science fair

project?

It's kind of a secret

for now.

Here it is, rubber cement.

We don't need

nearly that much,

and we can save money

by buying less.

We're not going to get

first prize by skimping.

Think big.

Big prize, big glue.

Arthur: We're not using rubber

cement for this.

It always makes a mess.

My dad and I use this stuff.

They just invented it.

Super glue?

Doesn't look super to me.

It's tiny.

That's why it's super.

Trust me.

Louis?

Yes sir?

Louis, the till is

short again.

It is?

Well, yes.

There should be 64 dollars,

instead there's only 43.

There's 19 dollars missing.

I didn't take it, and

it's 21 dollars.

Look.

I covered this last month.

Not again.

Sir, I really don't think

he did it.

He's been helping us.

This whole time

I've been gone?

Louis, I'm sorry.

I know things are

tough for you,

but you've got to go.

Good luck with the project.

I don't think Louis

stole the money.

He's friends with my brother,

and John Jr.' s always

making fun of him

for being a

goody two-shoes.

Arthur: Well, somebody took it,

and we're practically

eyewitnesses.

Kids?

We'll be right back.

Wait up!

Tim: Sorry about what

happened in there.

I didn't take the money,

I swear.

We believe you.

Arthur: Word on the street is

you're not the criminal type.

And you were right

about the math,

which the real thief

wouldn't volunteer.

We'll do it.

We'll take the case.

Case?

Let's revisit that

confession.

I've heard of people

shooting themselves,

I've heard of knives

and nooses,

but Sergeant Jenkins,

I've never heard of attempted

suicide by landmine.

Guess I got a creative flair

to me.

Let's talk about

Corporal Bartowski.

The two of you worked

together how long?

I could call Kirkpatrick in,

tell him you got fresh with me.

Ronnie had nothing

to do with this.

Then let me ask you

a hypothetical question.

Was there anyone who did

want Corporal Bartowski dead?

Anyone at all, Hershel?

Lady, you are

way off track here.

As I said, it was just

hypothetical.

Sleep on it.

Major Kirkpatrick?

Kirkpatrick: He give

you trouble?

No.

He was actually

a perfect gentleman.

We're finished.

[sighing]

Frank: Hey Henry, did you come

by my room last Thursday,

by chance?

For our regular game?

Because, apparently

I was asleep all day,

just out like a light.

So I was wondering if you

happened to come by

and see me asleep.

King me.

Oh, thank heavens

you're here.

Henry may be a man

of few words

but he sure knows

checkers.

Henry, you shouldn't be here.

You know you're supposed

to stay on your ward.

Frank: Oh, it's harmless,

you know that,

he just keeps me company.

You fancy a game yourself?

I have patients to see,

Frank, and you should rest.

Well, maybe you could

come by later?

Of course.

I'll be back in a few hours

to bring you your dinner.

Man: I'm not going to

sugarcoat this.

It is a long shot, but

this is America,

where everyone's entitled

to a fair trial,

even if they are guilty.

Not that your father's

guilty, son.

Not yet, anyway.

He did confess, which basically

means he's guilty, so...

Have you tried other cases

like this, Lieutenant Lovett?

I'm the low man on

the totem pole,

so they always assign me

the dead ends,

which is why I'm 0-6.

Don't know how I'm supposed

to prove myself

if they always stick me

with the losers.

My dad's not a loser.

Not him, the case.

Not that we've lost,

not yet, anyway.

On the phone you mentioned

something about a

mental health defense?

Yes.

That's right.

Now it's my understanding

that Sergeant Jenkins

saw a lot of fireworks in Korea.

Have the defense lean on the

idea that he's shell-shocked,

and if we're lucky, that will

keep him off the chair,

or at least gum up the gears

of justice for a year or two.

Now I'm going to need

your help.

You willing to testify?

Okay.

Great.

So we're going to need to

establish a history

of mental instability, erratic

behavior, violent behavior.

Now tell me, why did

your mom leave?

Now Lieutenant, I don't-

I know this is hard,

but we've got to do it.

Now, did he hit her

or anything?

He, no.

She just...she left.

I see.

What about you?

He hit you?

Because that's good too.

Come on, kid, you've got

to give me something.

You're talking about

his father.

You can't expect him to--

I'm sorry ma'am, do you

want a defense or not?

I'm pretty sure I'm the only

person in this room

who's a lawyer.

Who's 0-6.

I just, I don't understand

how making Sergeant Jenkins

out to be

this violent, mental--

Criminal!

He is still a person!

He's still his dad.

Look, I know this isn't

any fun for you.

I'm sure you'd rather

be out there

doing whatever you kids do.

But if you want to give your

dad a real chance,

you've got to give me

a horror story, something.

He...I know he had some

problems,

but he's my dad.

Some dad.

You know, he won't even

see you?

He won't see me?

I thought that was

army rules.

Isn't that what Pastor Todd

said?

Louis: Mrs. Donner double-checks

the ledger at lunchtime

on account of Mr. Donner

not being good at math.

So, money could have been taken

at any time that afternoon.

We need to know everyone who

was in the store.

Miss Ohlin, you know her,

and Rick, the policeman,

and you, of course,

kind of a slow day.

We'll talk to them.

Somebody saw something.

So, have you kids solved

any other mysteries?

We just cracked a huge one,

but we can't talk about it.

It's very secret.

Maybe someday

the story can be told.

Louis, who has it in for you?

Enemies, grudges,

that kind of thing.

Nobody.

How long have you worked

at the store?

About two months,

since Mr. Donner fired

the last clerk for stealing.

Who was that?

Wendy Ladimore,

a year older than me.

Lives over on Barberry Road.

He fired her two months ago?

She doesn't seem like

the type who steals,

although, I did see her at

the diner last night

wearing a nice new sweater.

That's highly circumstantial.

When we were in the store,

Mr. Donner said money went

missing around a month ago,

and now you're telling us

that Wendy was fired

for stealing

two months ago?

It's a pattern, which

suggests a hypothesis.

A monthly thief.

You are good detectives.

Wallace, why

don't you tell Slim

about that frog you caught

this afternoon?

Caught a frog.

Oh yeah?

Whereabouts?

The pond.

It was huge, wasn't it?

Biggest frog I've ever seen.

Maybe before it gets too late

we can all go down there.

May I be excused?

Wallace, buddy, here's how

people eat dinner.

They sit down, they eat,

and they converse,

which means more than

one-word answers.

Slim, it's okay.

You can go.

You're just going to let him

go like that?

He's really hurting, Slim.

The other day we bought

wallpaper for his room,

first he really liked it,

then he tore it all down.

Tore it down?

Wallpaper that you just

bought for him?

He said it was a

sleepwalking accident.

I'm having a man-to-man

with that boy.

No, Slim, that'll just make

things worse.

He's not being hurtful,

he's in turmoil.

Imagine what he must be

going through,

his father killing somebody,

trying to kill himself,

top of that, he found out

that Hershel refuses to see him,

and that I knew

all about it.

You had to keep that

from him.

It would help if he could see

his dad and ask him why.

I don't think there is a why

about this thing.

But if you think it'll help,

I can make Jenkins see him.

No, forcing it won't work.

Maybe Pastor Todd

could try again.

He does have a

persuasive way about him.

No disrespect to

the good pastor,

but this is a little

out of his league.

Maybe you'd have better luck.

Ask him to see the boy.

Don't be silly, Slim,

I never met the man

but I know he's a tough case.

If Pastor Todd couldn't

sway him, how could I?

Well, I personally think

that you have a persuasive

way about you too.

Nurse Scrode said you

wanted to see me,

is there something you need?

You brought my dinner

last night

during the 90 seconds I was

in the bathroom.

I had rounds.

The ward's filled to capacity

this week.

So, I guess I am just another

patient to you.

My mistake.

Frank, believe me, I am doing

everything I can to help you,

to give you the care

that you need.

I just don't understand why

you've changed towards me.

Frank, I haven't changed.

What does that mean,

you haven't changed?

Never mind, just go back

in your room, please, Frank.

Well Beth, wait.

Tell me.

Have I changed?

Please, tell me.

Last week you acted like

we'd never met before,

like I was a stranger.

I what?

At reception,

with the alarm clock?

What are you talking about?

Frank, look,

just take your medicine,

follow your doctor's orders,

and try not to stress yourself.

I'll help you in any way

that I can.

See you in church on Sunday,

huh?

Take care of that leg.

Regina: Hello, Pastor.

Regina!

I've been thinking about you.

How's Wallace doing?

I was going to call you,

Slim came to me with

the craziest idea.

Oh yeah?

He thinks that I should talk

to Hershel.

You?

I know, ridiculous, right?

I mean, if you couldn't

convince him to see Wallace,

how could I?

I appreciate Slim

trying to help,

but Hershel doesn't respond well

to being pushed.

Of course, of course.

It's just that, things

between Wallace and me

have gotten pretty bad.

He found out that Hershel

refuses to see him.

The lawyer blurted it out.

It's my fault.

I should've been honest

with Wallace to start with.

For nothing that is hidden

will not be made manifest,

nor is anything that is

secret will not be known,

and come to light.

How hard did he take it?

We're all doing the best

that we can,

it's just, I wish there was

more I could do.

Ask God for an answer.

One way or another,

he'll provide one.

Arthur: Miss Ohlin!

May I have a word with you?

You were at the

hardware store yesterday.

Notice anything fishy?

There was a crime.

What kind of crime?

I love crime novels.

I once read a murder mystery

set in a hardware store.

Was it a murder?

Murder?

No, just some money

missing from the till.

Did you notice anyone

suspicious come in?

No one who looked

like a murderer.

We heard you were in the

hardware store yesterday,

before we were.

Picking up some wax

for my caddy.

Yes, technically while

still on duty.

You have me dead to rights.

Please, don't tell

Chief Sanders.

I'm not concerned about

your professional ethics,

Officer Portis.

The store was robbed.

Robbed?

Did you see anything

suspicious?

We're interviewing

potential eyewitnesses.

Well, if the store

was robbed,

then I should be interviewing

you as an eyewitness.

Did you see anything

suspicious?

No, hon, I didn't see

anything.

I was rushing to

needlepoint circle,

but if Mr. Donner said

Louis took it,

then that's what happened.

Shame.

He seemed like a nice kid.

This is the needlepoint circle

that meets at

Mrs. Perko's house?

My mom used to go.

Well, you are a fine

little detective.

I do my best, ma'am.

I'll need to see the ledger.

Miss Ohlin, how many times

do I have to tell you,

nobody was murdered.

Now please, try really,

really hard,

and tell me if you saw anyone

behind the counter

besides Mr. Donner, Mrs. Donner,

or Louis the clerk.

I'm sorry, no.

If there ever is a murder,

somewhere,

will you let me know?

Sorry, I didn't see anyone

take the money.

If I had, I would've arrested

them on the spot

and sent them right to Alcatraz.

Officer Portis, please take

this seriously.

Money was stolen, and we're

trying to gather evidence.

Canvassing witnesses.

I'm impressed.

It's always nice to see

young people

taking interest in

law enforcement.

Of course, it's not as glamorous

or as exciting as it looks,

it's a lot of hard work.

You know how to dust

for fingerprints?

Yes, I do.

Can you teach me?

Everything looks in order,

although I did get

a B-minus in math.

Maybe it's the mailman.

Does he come in with packages

or leave them outside?

Kiddo, Mr. Donner and I

appreciate your help,

really, but these things

happen.

No use getting too upset.

It's a mystery, and mysteries

were meant to be investigated.

Well, why don't you go

to the candy store

and investigate

a stomachache.

Slow down, mister.

We need to talk.

I've got homework.

Sit.

Wallace, I am sorry that

Pastor Todd and I misled you

about your father.

It's okay.

We should have been honest

with you.

It's just that, your father,

he's a troubled man,

and maybe it would be

for the best if--

I forget about him?

No.

So, I'm never going to see

him again?

Ever?

You know what?

I'm going to talk to him.

You?

I think Pastor Todd may have

been too tough with him,

and I can be pretty

persuasive.

I got you to eat those

turnips last night, didn't I?

Yeah.

So, you'll talk to him

tomorrow.

Mhm.

Madeline: Rick Portis wasn't

very useful.

I can't believe my parents'

tax dollars help pay his salary.

Miss Ohlin saw nothing.

I didn't get anything from

Mrs. Donner.

Well, except a bunch

of candy.

We need another lead,

and quickly.

I have homework

for tomorrow.

What about...

Thanks for coming by, Wendy.

Isn't this where old man

Dinsmore used to live?

Don't worry.

It's been fumigated.

We'd like to talk to you

about the hardware store.

I heard Louis got fired,

poor guy.

Arthur: You were fired for

stealing too, right?

Two months ago.

I didn't do it.

Mr. Donner's usually

too absent-minded

to lock the back door.

It could be anyone.

Well, anyone who knows

the door is left open.

For instance, a former

employee with a grudge.

Wendy, you finished

high school last year,

but you're still

living at home.

Is that so?

That's right.

By any chance, do your

parents charge you rent,

a monthly rent?

I'm still living at home because

I didn't finish high school.

I failed chemistry

and I have to retake it.

Don't tell anyone, okay?

Sorry Wendy!

Thanks for coming in!

Let me know if you'd like

some chemistry tutoring!

Good job badgering

the witness.

I wasn't badgering,

I was interrogating.

We need to return to

the scene of the crime,

investigate more thoroughly,

without anybody there

to interfere.

You heard what she said

about the back door.

Whoever stole the money

did it three times, at least.

Criminal psychology suggest

he, or she, will do it again.

This will pick up

fingerprints.

What if Mr. Donner

notices the tape?

I don't think Mr. Donner

notices much.

Whoa.

There's something wrong here.

What?

The ledger says the till count

should be 43 dollars,

but there's actually 55.

Let me see.

Madeline: Well, Mr. Donner

is bad at math.

Remember, he accused

Louis of--

Wait, is that number eight?

What?

This money, it smells like

number eight.

Timmy, what are you

talking about?

When my mom's too busy

to cook,

she picks up the number eight

combo from Hop Woo Gardens.

That atrocious

Chinese restaurant?

Sweet and sour pork,

spare ribs,

and shrimp-fried rice.

These bills smell exactly

like number eight.

[thunderclap]

Very interesting.

Hello, Sergeant Jenkins.

You can call me Hershel.

So, you're the little mama bird

I heard tell about,

swooping to save the

abandoned baby chick.

Easy, now.

Don't take me wrong,

I appreciate it,

I really do.

Matter of fact I'm looking

into getting

some of the life insurance money

to you for his care.

Wallace says hello.

Yeah, they got to give me

my army insurance

even if they kill me.

Isn't that the craziest thing?

Hershel, why won't you

see him?

It's like I told the pastor.

Boy's better off without,

needs to get on his own feet.

What's the real reason?

The one I just told you.

Do you want to know

what I think?

I think you won't see him

because you're scared.

Is that so?

Scared of my own son?

Scared because he's

the one thing in this world

that you love.

If you saw him, you might

actually regret what you did

and where you're going.

You're one of these women

that's got to be

saving everybody, right?

Let me guess.

No child of your own,

no man, either.

This isn't about me Hershel,

this is about you.

So you've got to be

bustling around

getting into everybody's

business to and fro

because you got

no business of your own.

Let me tell you something,

lady.

I ain't gonna be

your project,

so you can suck it up.

You're useless and alone.

You know who you sound like,

you sound like my father.

When I went to nursing school

he warned me that

I'd never find a husband

if I spent all of my time

and energy helping people,

getting into other

people's business, you'd say.

Well I'll tell you something.

You better thank the Lord

there are people like me

in this world

because without

people like us,

poor Wallace would end up

completely alone

when you're gone,

and probably grow up

to be a lot like you:

alone, twisted, and miserable.

Oh man, you are a

snooty little thing, aren't you?

Enough!

This is over.

I promise you that your last

thought on this earth

will be that you didn't

let your son say goodbye,

I promise you that.

This was a mistake.

Oh... man.

Nurse Milligan: You

shouldn't be here.

Hey, just give me 30 seconds.

That day, you said

I didn't recognize you,

last Thursday at reception

with an alarm clock?

I don't remember

the whole day, nothing.

Frank, please.

I asked Whittison about it,

he said I was asleep all day.

Out cold.

If I was asleep, how

could I be at reception

not recognizing you?

He told you you were asleep

the whole day?

Is he lying?

Because either he's lying

or you are,

and you don't seem

like a liar.

Frank, I'm sure you just

misunderstood him.

Wait, there's more that

I didn't tell you

about my time at Edwards.

I wasn't just there

for my brother.

I was working as an advisor.

I know.

I read your file.

Did you?

Well, what it didn't say

was that I was planning

surveillance missions,

the kinds of missions

that Roy flew, your husband.

Roy?

You knew Roy?

Roy was a test pilot, he didn't

fly surveillance missions.

He didn't tell you

about them.

Frank, this is crazy.

This was secret work,

he couldn't tell you.

We knew Roy.

We?

My brother Bill and I, Billy.

He was a spy pilot, like Roy.

Was.

Six months ago Billy's plane

disappeared over Siberia.

Three weeks later,

the reds bombed

a couple of our secret radar

installations off Okinawa,

just found them,

like needles in a haystack.

Thinking was Billy's

plane got shot down,

and God bless him, he

survived the crash,

but the KGB got the locations

out of him.

Who knows what

they did to him.

Frank, why are you

telling me this?

A couple weeks later, a man

came to see me at Edwards,

said he was with the Central

Intelligence Agency,

that they wanted to make sure

that type of security breach

wouldn't happen again,

developing some kind of

miracle drug

to implement conscious

memory control,

and would I be

willing to help.

That man was Whittison.

Whittison?

The next thing I know

I'm here,

and they're giving me

these pills,

which they said might

have side effects,

but nothing like this,

it's out of control, Beth.

I'm going to need you to do

something for me,

and you can't tell anyone

about it,

especially Whittison.

When I got here there was

another patient on the ward,

an infantry sergeant named

Dennis Trask.

He was pretty far gone.

Some days he couldn't even

remember his name.

He told me it was

because of the pills,

and I didn't believe him.

Anyway, he got discharged

about a month ago,

went to live with his sister.

I want you to find him, even

if it's just to tell him

that he was right, and after

you've talked to him,

after you've seen what

happened to him,

I want you to come back

and help me.

That's his sister's

phone number.

Frank, I don't--

Please, Beth, please.

There's no one else

I can trust.

Good evening.

We're here to announce

that we've solved the great

hardware store robbery.

That's nice kids, but could

we get on with it?

It's almost time for dinner.

Certainly.

You can come in now.

You two?

As you can see,

Louis and Wendy,

both of whom you accused

of stealing from you,

just entered through

the back door,

which you always

leave unlocked.

Isn't that so?

Yes, I hate fumbling

for my keys, and--

But nothing.

You have no evidence.

With the door unlocked,

the thief could have been

anyone in town.

I suppose.

Am I late?

No, in fact your timing

is perfect.

Kids, we really need

to close up,

I have a roast in the oven.

Mrs. Donner, do you know

this woman?

No, I don't.

Interesting, because this

is Abigail Perko,

who runs the

needlepoint circle,

which you say you've been

attending every month,

but you haven't, have you,

because you've been going to

mah jong tournaments at Hop Woo!

Mah jong?

You said you'd quit!

You know how I feel

about gambling!

And how have you been funding

these forays into vice?

By pilfering from the till

in your own store!

It was you!

I got back into the game,

hon!

I didn't want you to know

so I thought,

I'll just skim a little here,

a little there,

it evened out, pretty much.

I put the money back

when I won.

And that's what led us

to you,

the smell of deceit

and Chinese food.

Regina: Wallace?

He won't see me.

I tried.

Thanks.

We'll fix this wallpaper.

We'll do it right this time,

and this'll be your room,

your real room until

you finish high school

and go off on your own.

You can stay here.

I want to adopt you, Wallace,

for real.

It's up to you, of course.

Okay.

Frank.

Thanks for stopping by.

We just wanted to

check in on you,

informally, in a

non-clinical setting.

How are you feeling?

I'm okay.

Whittison: Are you?

We sensed that perhaps

your comfort level

had diminished somewhat

since you volunteered.

Which we appreciate so much.

But we do want to monitor

your comfort level, which is...

Well, since you're asking,

the experiment's taken

a little more out of me

than I bargained for.

Oh?

Don't get me wrong,

I've been honored to be a part,

I hope I've been useful.

You have, Frank.

Exquisitely useful.

Maybe I could kind of,

phase out of the program.

We don't want you do anything

you're not comfortable with.

We'll taper down immediately.

You can stay and recuperate

until you're ready

to return to your unit.

Well, I appreciate that,

Doc, really.

I was thinking I could

transfer to the army hospital

at Fort Howard.

In Maryland?

I have cousins there.

It'd be nice to be

near family,

with what happened to Billy.

Of course.

Nothing more important

than family.

We'll get started on

the paperwork,

and thank you

for your courage, Frank.

Your entire country

appreciates your taking part

in this important project.

So, no more memory drugs.

That's it.

That's it.

If that's what you want.

Great, thank you.

Well, it's fortunate

that we developed

a water-soluble prototype,

now we can simply administer

the compound in his food.

And army paperwork

takes months.

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Tim: I still think we should've

gone with rubber cement.

This super glue stuff

doesn't do that--

I'm stuck.

I warned you.

We'll need nail polish

remover.

Madeline, you have any?

Guess not.

Kids, it's almost ten.

Time to wrap up.

What is this?

Tim: Our science fair project.

Well what happened

to volcanoes?

It was never volcanoes.

And now it's--

What happens if a U.F.O. falls

out of orbit over Granite Flats.

A U.F.O., huh?

A U.F.O.

Don't worry Chief Sanders,

we aren't specifying anything.

The alien spacecraft

follows a trajectory

denoted by this string,

which we've calculated

by mass and gravitational pull,

and sheds some of its mass

in the form of debris,

which fall and

cause damage.

Nobody will know

what it really is.

It flew over the base.

According to our

calculations, yes.

Sanders: Right over

the machine shop.

The machine shop.

They had to shut off the

gas line at the machine shop.

Arthur: Machine shop?

Dad, what are you

talking about?

[laughing]

Holy smokes.

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