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And now an exclusive recap of

the BYUtv original series,

Granite Flats.

Granite Flats, nice town,

very quaint.

I'm Chief Sanders ma'am.

FBI: You've been Granite Flats

chief of police

for how long now?

Timmy: My dad found some metal

in different places

all over town.

You're free to go anytime.

Of course, you'll

never know then

where all that

metal came from.

Whoa, who's

your friend there, Regina?

Uh, Nurse Milligan,

Lieutenant Quincy.

Frank will do.

FBI: I count nine x's but you

only have eight pieces.

John: I gave a piece to a buddy

of mine on the base

to see if he could come up

with anything.

Well, we're going

to need that one back.

I'll take care of it.

[explosion]

It's an attack.

Dr. Whittison: It appears so.

[sirens]

Beth: What was he doing?

The gas line

was blowing,

he got in there

to shut it off.

Beth: All right, I'll take it

from here.

Hershel: The explosion at the

shop, that was my doing.

Beth: My son is keeping

secrets from me.

Well, if you believe

Mr. Dickens there,

we are all keeping secrets

from each other.

Slim: To what do I owe the

pleasure?

About that piece of metal I

brought by the other day.

Turns out it's nothing

but a bit of scrap metal.

John: What is this?

Timmy: Our science fair projec,

what happens if a UFO falls out

of orbit over Granite Flats.

FBI: That is one

of the most sophisticated

surveillance satellites

ever built.

These tests we're doing.

When I try to think about it

it's fuzzy.

Dr. Whittison: We've got a

problem, Frank Quincy

is asking questions.

Hijackers get

the satellite?

FBI: The camera's inside.

John: What can I do?

Help me find it.

John: You didn't kill Ronnie ad

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.

You want to do that?

You want to put that

on Wallace?

Regina something

very strange is going on.

Have you ever looked at

Frank's file?

He's completely mentally

sound.

Ronald: It's fortunate

that we developed the water

soluable prototype.

Now we can simply administer

the compound in his food.

For national security reasons,

the details of which

will remain classified.

Classified?

The explosion at the base will

be ruled an accident.

Timmy: No wonder my dad

couldn't come right out

and tell me.

It's top secret.

FBI: Recovering that satellite

is absolutely vital

to the security of this nation

♪♪

[buzzing]

[footsteps]

[thunderclap]

[knocking]

[car engine running]

[door opens]

John.

Slim.

You remember

Special Agent Scott

from the FBI?

Haven't seen you in a while.

How about you invite us in?

Sure.

♪♪

Can I get you fellows

a beverage?

We're fine.

Want to sit down?

You remember last year

I gave you a piece of metal

and then took it back

before you had a chance

to run any tests on it?

It came off

a Soviet spy satellite.

Fell out of orbit and crashed

here in Granite Flats.

I had occasion

to assist Agent Scott

in locating the satellite.

So, he owed you,

and you got him

to spring Jenkins.

The agency

that were transporting the

satellite out of town

were hijacked.

The spy cameras were taken.

Over the last eight months,

with guidance

from Agent Scott,

I've quietly investigated

anyone in town

with a history

of communist sympathies,

running down every lead

the bureaus had.

And now we come to you.

It's toasty in here.

Do you mind

if I unencumber myself?

No.

It appears that you have

left the basement light on.

I've got

a little mouse problem.

Sure it's not a rat?

♪♪

How about those drinks?

I usually have

a glass of Ovaltine

at this hour.

John?

Agent Scott?

It'd be downright

un-American

to say no to Ovaltine.

And please,

call me Ezekiel.

Best be

on a first name basis

if we're going to be

working together.

♪♪

Working together?

John: We hit dead ends

with every lead we had

in town.

And we're not in a position

to approach anyone

on the base

or at the VA.

Scott: And if I start poking

around your base

with my badge,

not to mention my complexion,

I'll get noticed quick.

It'll only serve

to tip off our men.

We have a list

of eight suspects.

Given your post

as Head MP,

you can do

the kind of digging we can't.

What do you say,

will you help us?

[laughs]

♪♪

And you think someone

in the army is what?

Secret KGB agent?

I know, it sounded pretty

improbable to me,

but all these suspects

have the kind of history

that might predispose them

to align with the Soviets.

♪♪

Are you kidding me?

Whittison?

Cut that guy open

and he'll bleed

stars and stripes.

Did you know

Dr. Whittison's wife

attended 11

Communist Party meetings?

That would be of course

before she took her own life,

blaming America

for her son's death in Korea.

I didn't know

the commie part.

I understand that you

and the doctor are close,

but I'm hazy on the nature

of your relationship.

We play cards.

Sanders: Slim, this is a

matter of national security.

So is what I do

for Whittison.

You're talking

about MK Ultra.

What do you know about it?

Not much.

Kirkpatrick: Yeah?

Well me neither.

I just help find guys

who want to earn

an extra few bucks

for some medical tests.

Scott: We appreciate

your willingness

to lend us a hand, Major.

Call me Slim,

if we're going to be

working together.

[laughs]

♪♪

♪ How long

'til the sun sets ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ Goodnight, my love. ♪♪

♪♪

[extraterrestrial music]

♪♪

[gasps]

It's here!

Now!

[grunts]

[intense music]

♪♪

It's all right,

Mrs. Hess.

Come see.

Oh my.

Who is it?

As we suspected, it's--

You don't get to unmask me!

Bud?

[gasping]

Hello, Marge.

As I was saying,

it's your stepson Bud.

Wanted the house

all to himself.

Arthur: Mrs. Hess,

with a little leg work

we learned that

the so-called music classes

Bud was taking in Denver

were actually magic classes.

[scoffs]

Madeline: And we found

secret passages

on the house's original

architectural plans.

This is how Bud

entered your locked room.

[mechanism moving]

Your haunting days

are over, Bud.

Timmy [typing]: "Your haunting

days are over, Bud."

Okay, now we just need

a good title.

"The Case

of the Suspicious Specter?"

No.

Timmy, the titles

aren't that important.

Of course they are!

Madeline, tell him.

Tell him what?

She's fiddling with it again,

isn't she?

♪♪

She's fiddling with it.

For the eleventh time,

I'm not fiddling with it,

I'm trying to decode it.

You've counted the times

we've said,

"fiddling with it?"

In the hope that you would

stop repeating yourselves

before reaching

ten repetitions.

You failed.

We'll stop saying it

if you stop fid--

trying to decode it.

We all agreed that due

to the circumstances

in which we discovered

this document,

we cannot inform your father

about its existence, correct?

Obviously.

So it falls to us

to translate the cipher.

Unless it's not a cipher.

Timmy--

Madeline, we took shifts

staking out that garbage can

for two weeks.

No one ever came

to pick the paper up.

Because they were

probably scheduled to get it

the night we found it.

And we took it

because you wanted

to dust it for fingerprints!

Which you agreed to!

[lever thuds]

[together] Hey!

Arthur, what is that?

Arthur: It's for

investigating dark places

when you need

your hands free.

Nifty.

Or for when your friends

should stop fighting.

I'm sorry I started yelling.

You're passionate.

You're persistent.

Holy smokes, that's it.

I've got it!

What, the code?

No, the title!

[keys clicking]

"The Case of

the Persistent Poltergeist."

[typewriter typing]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[phone dial spinning]

[phone dialing]

Woman [on phone]: Contracting,

how can I help you?

This is Victor,

I'm calling for the plumber.

Woman: This is not

a scheduled call, Victor.

Tell the plumber

I have a leak in my kitchen,

I need to see him right away.

Woman: Victor, this is--

It's a big leak!

It has to be fixed.

[phone thuds]

[buzzing]

♪♪

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♪♪

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♪♪

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Man: You take

Paul's admonition seriously.

Which admonition

would that be?

"Ye are all

the children of light,

"and the children of the day.

We are not of the night,

nor of darkness."

Not to point fingers, Pastor,

but I understand you're

the one that broke the lamp.

[laughs]

Guilty as charged.

But I was also

referring to your tendency

to be up with the sun.

Well, I grew up learning

"Early to bed,

early to rise--

Makes a man healthy,

wealthy, and wise."

Yeah, still waiting

for the payoff,

but I do appreciate

the roof over my head

and things to keep my hands

from idleness,

or other ill pursuits.

It's me who is grateful,

Hershel.

This church

looks better than ever.

Well, you're not of the night

nor the darkness.

I wanted to tell you,

I got a line on a side job.

Might pay me a little bit.

See, prayer works.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Please, let me get this job.

Let me put my life right.

Amen.

♪♪

[birds chirping]

♪♪

It's like I died

and went to heaven,

which would make you

an angel.

♪♪

You are so lovely.

[laughs]

Beth.

♪♪

[croquet ball smacks]

Sticky wicket.

Sticky wicket.

Where's Beth?

Yes, Beth.

Have you always

thought of her as an angel?

From the moment I saw her.

And when was that?

Shh, that's a secret.

Sticky wicket.

Frank, we have

no secrets between us.

So, tell me when

you first fell for your angel.

At Edwards,

about three years ago.

Be a dear

and pour the lemonade.

At Edwards,

you were saying?

A dance

at the officer's club.

Billy and I arrived late.

She was dancing with Roy.

Sticky wicket.

What did you say to her?

Oh, I never spoke to her.

Roy and all.

Poor Roy.

Because he was killed?

Because

he wasn't a happy camper.

Just wanted to be

up in the clouds.

But not with his angel.

You look tired, Frank.

Close your eyes.

Rest.

[singing] ♪♪ Sleep my child

and peace attend thee, ♪

♪ all through the night. ♪

♪ Guardian angels

God will send thee, ♪

♪ all through the night. ♪

♪ Softer drowsy eyes

are creeping, ♪

♪ Hill and veil

in slumber sleeping. ♪

♪ I my loved ones

vigil keeping ♪

♪ all through the night. ♪

♪ Angels watching,

ever round thee, ♪

♪ all through the night. ♪♪

Well Nurse Milligan,

it seems we need to talk.

♪♪

[door opens]

Avon calling.

Oh, I'm here

for the wives on base.

What happened

to Mrs. Van Whit

that usually

peddles the lipstick?

Poor gal,

she got the flu.

I'm pinch hitting.

Now, that nice soldier

by the gate,

he told me one of you boys

would escort me around

and I'd like to request you.

I left my cosmetics cases

in the car by the gate.

Would you be a dear

and go fetch them for me?

Thank you.

[door closes]

We have about four minutes

until he comes back.

I understand you have

a leak in your kitchen.

How do you fix a leak?

I prefer a plumber's wrench.

Sit down.

It's terribly exciting, Beth.

We were languishing

in the desert of failure

for months and months,

but now with this new

trigger protocol, it works.

Trigger protocol?

Yes, you see

we all have what we would call

"triggers" for our behavior.

Stimuli which motivate us

often without--

[yawning]

The yawn

being a perfect example.

Ronald: Yes,

but the point is

with this new approach

we believe we can take

an existing trigger

and use it to orient

a subject's behavior

in predictable ways.

You've lost me, Ronald.

Susan: Imagine if,

through this new medication

and aided by the kind of

hypnosis you witnessed,

we could make it so a yawn

didn't trigger another yawn,

but instead

triggered someone

to fulfill

a much more complex task.

Like what?

Killing Castro.

[laughs]

He's a terrible tease.

Millard: We're a ways away

from what we'd

like anyone to do.

We've just taken our first

step on the balance beam.

Susan: Beth, I must ask.

Was what Frank revealed

a surprise to you?

Quite a surprise.

Well,

it's a happy surprise for us.

We'll need your help going

forward with this protocol.

But I'm just a nurse.

Oh, come now.

You've already proven

that you're far more

than just a nurse.

Wouldn't you

say so, Millard?

Without question.

I knew that

the day you told me you wanted

to assist in the special ward.

It's just taken us a while

to find the right assignment.

Susan: But now we have.

You are Frank's trigger.

Millard: We'll revisit this

tomorrow.

Meanwhile,

why don't you go welcome

the program's new recruits.

♪♪

I doubt very much she'll have

the same hold over them

she does over Frank.

Then they'll make

an excellent control group.

[unsettling music]

♪♪

And then they gave me

that list.

Whittison?

Yeah, idiots.

But look: the point is,

I need an exit.

No, you need

to use the FBI

to get closer

to Whittison's program.

What are you talking about?

Stop pacing.

Stop sweating.

In autumn.

Now, you're

going to tell the doctor

that the FBI approached you

to snoop on MK Ultra.

He'll trust you even more

and you'll be able to get

the files on the program.

All right.

Tell the plumber he's

got to have an exit ready--

and not Moscow, Cuba.

Deliver on MK Ultra.

We'll get you an exit.

My knight in shining armor.

Ta ta, Major.

Follow me.

[bell ringing]

[chatter]

I don't remember

where my locker is.

Here, follow me.

It's right outside

from 110.

Hey, watch it.

Sorry.

Hold on,

you're those detective kids.

I read about you

in the paper.

Timmy Sanders.

I wrote those articles.

How come you never wrote

about how cute your partner is?

I'm Pete Gillcrest.

I see.

Timmy: Well Pete,

here's one of our cards.

Take it

in case you're ever in need

of a mystery being solved.

Thanks, Sherlock.

I might call you.

Or maybe just you.

Hey, it's Wallace.

You can't jump that high,

can you?

Bully: Too slow, too slow.

Wuss!

Come on.

Let's give him a hand.

He's embarrassed enough.

♪♪

♪♪

[chatter]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

First day,

new school.

Yep.

♪♪

[door slams]

♪♪

Millard: Another deep breath.

Much better.

I am prescribing

two hours daily on this porch.

[jeep approaches]

Excuse me, Corporal.

Got those forms

for you, Doc.

Thank you, Major.

What's going on?

I didn't want to call.

Can't trust the phones.

I got a visit last night

from John Sanders

and a negro G-Man

special agent Ezekiel Scott

asking about the program.

Don't worry.

They don't know much more

than that it exists.

Why'd they come to you?

They want your files.

And what motivation

did they offer you

to betray me?

The good of the nation.

We're the ones

fighting the enemy

for the good of the nation,

not them.

What do we do, Doc?

I'll get you something soon.

You're the boss.

Thank you, Major.

I'm glad to see

my trust in you

wasn't misplaced.

I appreciate that, Doc.

♪♪

[boards clattering]

Hey!

Got a second ladder?

You finish early?

Asked permission

to help.

All right, then.

♪♪

Timmy: I'm just saying

it was one

heck of a first day.

Wallace being the one

getting picked on

and us being treated like

big shots by a ninth grader.

Timmy, the boy's age

is hardly worth remarking on

when our latest client

was over 80 years old.

Yeah,

but she wasn't a ninth grader.

She also wasn't rude

and presumptuous.

You didn't like

all his special attention?

Certainly not.

Methinks the lady's

protesting too much,

eh, Timmy?

That's a foolish thing

to say.

I was quoting Shakespeare.

Applying it

in a foolish context.

It should have

been evident

I had no romantic inclinations

toward that boy.

It's evident that you have

no romantic inclinations

towards any boy.

Good, then stop quoting

Shakespeare out of context.

Anyway, the point is,

all the press we've been getting

has helped us get known.

So, what if

we took it a step further

and made a comic book?

♪♪

What do you think?

I think your talents

lie in narrative.

Arthur: She means

you can't draw.

Oh gosh,

I know that.

We'd have to hold interviews

for an artist.

But what do you think

of the idea?

Can we make me taller

in the comic book,

and can I have a robot

assistant named Fred?

Well--

I was kidding Timmy,

I think it's a swell idea.

Well--

We're not

going to battle aliens?

Not unless

that happens in real life.

Then I think

it's truly inspired.

Seriously?

Do I not sound serious?

No, you do.

We'll start with "The Case of

the Persistent Poltergeist."

Right after

we do homework.

[sighs]

Well, I prefer you aim higher

in the career department,

but know that you

repair a roof like a pro.

Will she make it through

the winter without leaking?

Thanks in no small measure

to this young man.

Glad to hear it.

Wallace,

I'm heading your way.

Need a ride home?

That's okay,

I'd like to walk.

All right.

See you both soon.

Well, you best

get on your merry way.

You want

to walk with me?

Visits get scheduled.

You know that.

It's not a visit,

just me walking

and you walking.

[laughs]

♪♪

And then we

yanked on the ropes

and down he went!

So, your

trap machine works?

Like a charm!

And it was her stepson?

As we suspected.

Now,

was Chief Sanders there?

Well, he knew

about the trap

and he wasn't worried,

Mom.

Okay, honey,

then I will try

not to worry, either.

But I will follow up

with him.

Mom, please?

Madeline's parents

never follow up on the cases.

Yes, well I am not

Madeline's parents.

And you should know

by now, young man,

that worry

is an expression of love.

I'm pretty sure

it's an expression of fear.

Eat your dinner.

♪♪

I appreciate

your assistance today.

Better stating

that you playing hooky

from your after-school program

to help me

with some manual task

need not be

a regular practice.

That's okay, they teach us

to help others.

You've certainly

been getting a tutorial

in that subject of late,

what with her

and all she's done for you.

There was no reason

for her to keep you

after the way

I treated her.

And I intend to recoup her

financially as best as I can

once I get back on my feet

and get a real job,

some money

in the bank,

decent place for us

to lay our heads.

Better go in

the back way.

You know?

Understood.

You follow

what I'm saying

as regards to the getting back

on the old feet business?

I follow you.

Maybe see you

at the church tomorrow.

You will.

You can

count on it.

Well, bye.

♪♪

[gate creaks]

♪♪

Idiot.

♪♪

[gate creaks]

♪♪

[sighs]

[gate creaks]

[crickets chirping]

Ronald: The pettiness!

The audacity!

Ronald--

The hubris!

Ronald!

I apologize, it's just for

this intrusion to come today

as we're finally making

genuine progress

after months of wasted effort.

Yes, well, it's not the timing

that should concern us.

Someone

is talking to the FBI.

Perhaps you should

ask your friend John Sanders

about that.

John knows

nothing of our work.

He knows

that Major Kirkpatrick and I

spend time together.

Millard, as scientists,

we can't allow reason

to be infected by paranoia.

John is in no position

to tell the FBI anything more

than that you

and the major play cards.

The major,

on the other hand,

he knows

a great deal more than that.

The major?

No.

I trust him.

If you trust him,

then why have you kept him

in the dark for so long?

If he thinks I'll look the

other way on this,

he's very much

mistaken.

Is that the lesson

I'm supposed to teach Wallace?

That rules are made

to be bent?

Certainly not.

But if I bring it up

at the custody hearing,

then Wallace will view me

as the rat

who betrayed

his saintly father.

Never mind all that man

put him through last year.

Of course all the years

before that.

But that's his father.

Yes, and as Wallace

reminded me tonight

at the dinner he refused to eat,

I am not his mother.

Oh, Regina!

It's been

coming for months.

Disobedience, resistance,

plain old rudeness.

I'm sorry.

I'm being foolish,

because you know what?

I'm not his mother.

No, you're not.

You're just

the only person in the world

who cares about

protecting him

and teaching him

right from wrong

and feeding him

and clothing him

and doing

everything you can

to ensure that

when his head hits the pillow

he's got a halfway decent shot

at sweet dreams.

Where I come from,

we call that person "Mom."

The hearing

is in two weeks.

What happens if Wallace says

he wants a new foster parent?

You have to have faith

in him.

That's exactly

what Pastor Todd said.

Well, he's

a pretty wise fellow.

You were really waiting

under the covers

for three hours?

That's correct.

Arthur and I

were under the bed, Dad.

I saw that.

Did your legs cramp up?

I flexed them

every five minutes

with small,

indiscernible movements.

Impressive.

Rigging the rope trap.

Nice work, Arthur.

Thank you, sir.

Full credit.

The sting

was Timmy's idea.

I was

getting to that.

Well done, son.

I'll call on Bud

tomorrow

and clarify that

he's used up

his one and only

"Get Out of Jail Free" card.

[knocking]

Am I early?

I'm late, apologies.

Got caught up

in my reading material.

You kids remember

my Buddy from Korea,

Mr. Scott?

Came through a

few months back

selling curtains.

Hi, sir.

Welcome back.

It's nice to be back.

More customers

want curtains?

Oh no, actually I'm

looking at a piece of property

outside of town

and I wanted to get

the chief's opinion on it.

Let's get to it.

Tell your mother

not to wait up, Tim.

You get to bed,

it's a school night.

You two, as well.

Okay, Dad.

Goodnight,

Chief Sanders.

Night.

[door closes]

So, why is the FBI

back in town?

I propose

we find out.

I second

that motion.

[door opens]

[door slams]

I thought maybe

you weren't coming.

You going to tell me

what that was for?

Just like you told me

everything you knew about Roy?

What are you

talking about?

They gave you

new pills today.

I didn't have

a chance to switch them out.

And then Susan

hypnotized you

and you told them all about

the first time you saw me,

three years ago

at a dance hall at Edwards

with Roy.

Is that true?

Or was that

just their new medicine

making you

dream things up?

[sighs]

It wasn't

the medicine.

I have spent months

getting close to Dr. Whittison

and Susan and Ronald

so that they would trust me.

I did that

because I trusted you.

Did--

Did you have Whittison

get me assigned to work here

at Granite Flats?

No!

I couldn't believe it

when you walked

in here the first day.

And I didn't

say anything

because I didn't

want you to know.

What?

That Roy wanted to be

up in the clouds

and away from me?

I'm sorry, Beth.

♪♪

Apparently,

I'm your trigger.

Like Roy Rogers' horse?

[laughing]

That's not funny.

No,

and you're not laughing.

What do you mean,

"my trigger?"

They're trying

to train your mind

to respond

in certain ways.

Do programmed things

like a machine

when a button

gets pushed.

Or a gun when

a trigger gets pulled.

So, you're the trigger,

I'm the gun.

Why?

Ronald said

you'd be killing Castro.

Susan said

he was joking.

Do you believe her?

They're not bad people,

they're just--

Doing bad things.

No,

they're trying to do good,

to help the country.

I mean, that's why

you volunteered

for the program.

You're right,

but that's not why

I decided to stay.

♪♪

Is that because Dennis Trask

killed himself?

Or to be close to me?

Would it be so terrible

if it were both?

Just tell me

the truth.

Please?

How well did you know

my husband?

[sighs]

Pretty well.

♪♪

[distant pounding]

[slams table]

Saw your light.

So you just figured

you'd trespass.

I'm Hershel Jenkins.

Yeah, Smitty told me

about you.

Did he tell you

I have a record?

Dishonorable discharge.

Yeah, see,

I like guys with records;

they tend not

to want to go to the cops,

because we ain't fixing cars.

We're ripping them apart.

Worth more in pieces.

I'll pay you triple

what you'd make

at the garage in town,

not that they'd

hire you anyway.

♪♪

Suit yourself.

You start at pulling

the engine on that one.

♪♪

I hope this is you

answering my prayer.

[dog barking]

And we need you

to meet with each man

off the base.

That way we can

record the conversations.

If you push the right button,

our suspect will panic

and contact his

handler either by signal

or coded message

on the phone

and we'll know

who he is.

You following me?

Look, I know this is

unfamiliar territory for you.

Well, I saw Dr. No ,

does that count?

[laughs]

Scott: You'll do fine.

Now, which man

do you want to start with?

I was thinking

the doc.

Speedier

to clear his good name.

Or maybe

it'll go the other way.

John: Has your opinion

of Dr. Whittison's loyalty

shifted?

I've been recalling some

things he said in the past,

and now setting them

in this new light,

he's a prickly pear.

Give me a day or two

to wrangle him.

Of course.

Be in touch

with Chief.

I will be

in the shadows on this.

Will do, boss.

You'll be

hearing from me soon,

Johnny boy.

I know I will,

Slim.

He's

going to kill Whittison

and pin the satellite

on him.

That's how I play it.

It'll look like

the doc's guilty suicide

after betraying his country.

Shouldn't we warn him?

Whittison?

No.

We have to control

this operation.

[knocks]

[radio static]

Don't worry, John.

Whittison's a big boy.

Slim, he'll be meeting

with his handler soon enough

and this will all be over.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

That's no milk truck.

No.

Should we follow

your dad and Mr. Scott?

I don't think so.

I think

whatever this is about,

it's in there.

It appears they're turning in

for the night.

Yeah, that's how it appears.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Next time on Granite Flats.

Nurse Milligan, could you

please administer the solution?

Timmy: I was just wondering

if there was anything

else interesting.

Best you stay away

from it.

Timmy: I promised my dad,

I'd stay away.

You promised him, I didn't.

It's the best thing

for you.

What do you know

about what's best for me?

After tomorrow,

you'll be stuck.

The game's afoot.

John: He's up to something.

FBI: John, no!

Next time on Granite Flats.