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[speaking Russian]

Stop.

We've exhausted my

Russian vocabulary.

Oh.

It's a boy.

I can tell.

No, my mother says

I’m carrying high

which means we're

having a girl.

Nyet!

Is old Russian

wives' tale.

It's a boy.

Susan: Nurse Milligan,

Nurse Milligan.

Sorry.

Hello Frank.

Nurse Milligan.

Ronald: Nurse Milligan,

could you please

administer the solution?

It's a harmless tonic.

Its sole function is

to help you relax.

Relax, huh?

Help me to relax,

maybe you should make it

something I can drink.

It would lose all efficacy

if ingested orally.

I think the lieutenant was

joking, Doctor Andrews.

Frank: Besides, you

know I’m always game

for anything you

two have cooked up.

♪ Sleep, my child, and

peace attend thee ♪

♪ all through

the night. ♪

♪ Guardian angels

God will send thee ♪

♪ all through

the night. ♪

♪ How long 'til the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don’t ever want to say ♪

♪ Goodnight, my love. ♪

♪ Goodnight, my love. ♪

[sigh]

It was my idea.

What was your idea?

Swallow first.

My dad walking me

home the other day.

So don't blame him.

It doesn't matter

whose idea it was.

Your father should

know better.

He needs to follow the

rules and so do you.

You'd turn him in so I don't

get to see him anymore?

Is that what you

think I want?

What I want is for him

to follow the guidelines

that we put down.

Visits are scheduled

like we agreed to

with the social worker and

the judge several times.

Can't seem to get it

through his head.

It's hard sometimes, but...

setting rules and sticking to

them is what a parent does.

Can you understand

why that's important?

He was just being

nice walking me home

after helping him

fix the gazebos.

You did what?

[sigh]

[scraping]

Thank you,

Timmy.

Jeff, not again.

Jeff?

You forgot

your lunch.

So, Dad, your

friend, Mr. Scott.

What about him?

Well, how come

he's back in town?

He told you why

he's visiting.

Sure, he's looking

for property.

I was just wondering if

there was anything else

that brought him back.

You know, something

interesting.

I suppose,

if you consider looking

for property interesting.

Right.

Hypothetically, is

there any situation

that would bring more G-men

back to Granite Flats,

hypothetically?

Hypothetically, if

there were a situation

that was important enough to

draw the feds back to town,

best you stay

away from it.

It would absolutely not

be the kind of thing

that children should

get involved with.

Am I making

myself clear?

Yes sir.

Very clear.

Now clear those plates.

Don't forget to brush

your teeth, Timmy.

I won't.

That tablecloth giving

you trouble, hon?

I was just thinking

how nice it was

that you made it

down to breakfast.

What kind of man would miss

one of your breakfasts?

It's just, given how

late you got in.

Do you think there are going

to be many more nights

like last night?

Nights when I’m getting

in past midnight.

John, how long is this latest

investigation going to last?

All the late nights,

the early mornings,

I know it must be

important, but...

I don't know what to

tell the children.

I can't say for sure, but

we are getting close.

It'll be over soon.

I promise.

You can't promise that.

No, I can't.

And I love you for

understanding that.

But you can promise

there's not going to be

another outside investigation

after this one.

Have a good day.

Be careful.

Herein lies the complete

Granite Flats division

of MK Ultra, all the

pertinent data, at least.

Give it to the FBI.

You sure that's the

right play, doc?

Well, in their infinite

wisdom, the powers that be

have come to the conclusion

that relinquishing our files now

will ultimately keep

Hoover off our back.

Seems pretty risky.

I had a dog once,

a tenacious terrier obsessed

with the neighbor's cat.

For years he pursued

that creature,

but the sly puss in boots

managed to confound

him at every turn.

Finally, one day he cornered

the elusive feline.

I bet you that

wasn't pretty.

You'd lose that wager.

Nothing happened.

The dog just

stared at it,

frozen nose-to-nose

for a full minute

and finally the cur

started to whimper.

He'd been chasing

her so long

he had no idea what to

do once he caught her.

So you think J. Edgar

Hoover's like a dumb dog?

Now Major, do you

take me for someone

who holds so low an opinion

of man's best friend?

That him leaving?

Yeah, that's

him all right.

And I say it's more likely,

judging by that spring in his

step, he's going somewhere.

John: Wonder what

he's so happy about.

The game's afoot.

John: Something's up,

all right, but what?

To learn that, we

keep following him.

[bell ringing]

Well, what did

your dad say?

Did he give you any

more information

on the

investigation?

Didn't really say

much of anything,

but I think he

told me a lot.

A lot about an

investigation?

He never actually said

there was an investigation.

But we know that there's

something going on.

We saw them outside

Slim's house.

I can't tell him

that, can I?

All he said was that if

there was anything going on,

we should definitely

stay away from it.

Then there is

something going on.

Arthur's conclusion

is sound.

I bet we've stumbled

onto something big.

I wonder what Slim's up to.

Arthur, I promised my

dad I’d stay away.

You promised him.

I didn't, and

Madeline didn't.

But--

Besides, he didn't

actually tell you

there even was a

dangerous case.

He said if.

Madeline: I'm afraid Chief

Sanders' implication was clear.

But what if we're the ones

who can break the case,

like we did with

the satellite?

Timmy: Doesn't matter, my

dad's implication was clear.

This case, whatever

it is, is off-limits.

Okay.

I'm sure we'll get another

interesting case soon.

[bell ringing]

Now it's off

to class.

Because history's

just as interesting

as a Russian satellite.

[commotion]

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Teacher: Mr. Milligan?

Would you care to

answer the question?

Um, Sputnik?

[laughter]

Teacher: No, Mr. Milligan.

The author of the

Declaration of Independence

was not Sputnik.

[slow music]

[slow music]

I never pegged

you for a dancer.

Foolish me.

Aren't you full

of surprises?

Oh, don't be

too impressed.

You've just seen the extent

of my hoofing abilities.

Anything other

than a slow song

and I flail about

like a lunatic.

Susan: Come now,

I bet you're wonderful

at the jitterbug.

You don't want

to see that.

But I do.

Frank, please

jitterbug.

[jitterbug music]

Marvelous.

We're already pushing him

out of his comfort zone.

Regina: I thought she

understood the situation

but clearly I was wrong.

Regina, please.

Come, sit.

What did Mrs. Cox do

to earn your ire?

When you told me that you

were giving him refuge here,

I understood.

I struggled with it a little

but he is Wallace's father

and I trust you.

I figured if it was the

right thing for him

then in the long run it

would be best for Wallace,

but now...

Before the after-school

program started again

I sat down

with Mrs. Cox

and we discussed the

situation at length.

I explained to her how we set

very clear visiting rules

and she seemed to understand,

except now I find out

that she let him spend

the afternoon with him

fixing the gazebo.

Regina.

It was hard enough getting

him to follow the guidelines

in the first place.

Even when we set a visit

half the time he'd disregard

the plan entirely,

show up whenever he

wanted to, if at all,

and now, just when I think he's

starting to respect the rules,

this happens?

Did he

pressure her?

He's good at convincing

people that he's changed.

Actually, Regina,

it was my decision.

Yours?

I trusted you.

I felt it was best.

I can assure you it

was not for the best.

Don't be swayed by

his penitent routine.

I have seen a real and

true change in him,

especially these

last few months.

You wouldn't be so

quick to say that

if you saw how Wallace acts

after spending time with him.

Disrespectful, rude,

more sullen than usual,

which frankly I had no

idea was even possible.

He's confused.

His situation--

I want to be flexible here,

but there are limits.

He is the

boy's father.

Maybe if I were present

during their time together--

No.

Maybe I should pull him out

of the program altogether.

I know you

mean well,

but you can't substitute your

judgment for the judge’s here.

Hershel.

It wasn't my intention

to eavesdrop, but...

it was a little

hard to avoid

when your passions

are so ignited.

Since I appear to be the

subject of your fury,

would it be all right

with you if I weighed in

on this particular matter?

Hershel.

No, let's hear what he

has to say for himself.

I understand you want

what's best for the boy,

and I understand it

must be hard to see

that I might in

fact represent that.

Surely in the past I

made it hard to see,

which is why I’m striving

to be a better person.

Despite a few

regrettable missteps,

I have, as I believe I heard

the pastor alluding to,

been making

forward advances.

You were.

Until I walked him home.

I know.

I'm to blame.

Not the boy, not

Pastor Todd here.

I'm not trying to

make excuses, but...

we were having a good

time the other afternoon.

He didn't want it to

end and neither did I.

Having given that boy a

string of disappointments

throughout his life,

I saw an opportunity,

not to balance the

scales, but...

to offer something

that might pass

for a normal

fatherly situation.

I'm ashamed to admit

that I did that

without thought for

the consequences.

For that I can only

ask your compassion

and your forgiveness,

qualities I know

you possess.

"Behold, I shew

you a mystery.

We shall not all sleep, but

we shall all be changed."

Just follow the rules

we agreed upon.

♪ It's not the pale

moon that excites me ♪

♪ that thrills and

delights me. ♪

It appears he's in

even deeper now.

Okay Beth, like

we talked about.

Frank, you see that couple

dancing beside us, don't you?

I'd like you to bump into them

and blame it completely on them

and if they give

you a hard time,

I want you to push back,

hard, do you understand?

Whatever you say.

Watch it, buddy!

Me?

You're the one that's

all over the place, pal.

What, you can't

handle your liquor?

Man: You got some nerve.

Frank: Look, I don't know

who you think you are,

but why don't you

just head on home,

take the little

floozy with you.

I don't know who lets the

riffraff into these joints,

anyway.

I mean seriously, what's

the world coming to?

He appears to have formed a

complete picture in his mind.

With very little

prompting on our part.

You know what, from here on

out you stay out of my way.

Do you think we should

push him a little further?

Frank: Can you

believe this guy?

Dancing around like he

owns the place, sure.

Maybe after a

little break.

Frank: Want to step outside?

Well, isn't that--

Yeah, I’ll step outside

with you, pal.

Tomorrow we're starting

quadratic equations.

I never really liked math, but

I think I’ll like algebra.

Algebra is

math, Timmy.

Maybe another

satellite crashed.

Why the G-men

are back.

The chances of two

sensitive satellites

crashing into our town within

a year are astronomical.

So, what's

your theory?

Madeline: What if their

investigation of Slim

is connected to the

cipher we found?

Guys, we're not supposed

to be talking about this.

What's the harm

in talking?

As long as we

don't investigate.

Not sure one won't

lead to the other.

Because you want to

investigate, too.

Of course I

do, but...

I’m uncomfortable

going against my dad.

So maybe we should talk

about something else.

Fine.

So, Madeline, how's your new

boyfriend Pete Gilchrist?

Don't be

absurd.

I tried to change

the subject.

Wallace: Cut it out!

Boy: No, you cut it out!

Boy: Like it down here, huh?

Feel like home, just

like your crazy old man,

living in the

church basement.

He's not crazy.

Not again.

This is going

to get ugly.

It already is ugly.

I've had enough.

Timmy!

Guys, guys, I just saw

the vice principal

coming down from

the third floor.

For real?

Come on, let's get

out of here!

Just wait, Wallace,

we'll get you.

That was brazen.

Is the vice principal

really coming?

What do you think?

I think maybe you're

not a complete dope.

Hey Wallace, want to

see something neat?

Why did you

drag him here?

Please don't

touch that.

Well?

You know that thing we're not

talking about or investigating?

Well, who do we know

that knows Slim better?

How is this not

looking into it?

We're not looking into it,

we're just talking to a friend.

I know.

It's a stretch.

Since when is

Wallace our friend?

Shh!

And if, in the course

of that conversation,

that friend should

tell us something

that suggests Slim is worth

further investigating...

Right.

Arthur?

I never stopped

thinking about it.

Dig in.

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Now, Beth.

Frank?

Be a dear and put your

hand over that flame?

Of course.

Actually, I need you to

leave your hand there.

Anything for you.

[clears throat]

Doesn't hurt, Frank.

Why would it?

Incredible.

He's not even

registering pain.

I think that's

enough.

Okay Frank.

Stop.

Why don't you

lie down, Frank?

Encouraging.

The results are

outstanding.

Do you think any of

the other sites

are getting these

kinds of outcomes?

It's not a race, dear.

We continue along the path

we set for ourselves,

more variations,

additional tests.

She withdrew him.

I beg your pardon?

Wallace.

He hasn't shown up.

Just as I suspected, she

didn't listen to a word I said.

Let's not jump

to conclusions.

What other

conclusion is there?

You saw her in

here earlier.

That woman can

preach compassion,

but she gives me

no quarter.

You think it matters to

her how much I change?

As hard as it is for

us to change inside,

sometimes it is harder

for people on the outside

to accept that change.

Give her time.

Time?

I don't have time.

We go in front of a family

court judge in two weeks.

You think he's

going to favor

an unemployed disgraced

drunk over her?

Who you are is up to you.

Not Regina, not social

services, not me.

You.

You tell me, what's the point

if I end up losing my boy?

I know this seems

like a setback,

but have a little faith,

faith in us flawed humans.

That includes having

faith in yourself.

How you choose to deal with

this setback is also up to you.

I got chores to do.

So, this is

your hangout.

This is not

a hangout.

This is sometimes

our hangout,

but mostly this is our base of

operations, to solve mysteries.

Madeline: Speaking

of mystery--

Wallace, did I

show you the lamp?

Yeah, it's great, but...

Timmy, could I see you

back there for a moment?

Timmy, could I see you

back there for a moment?

I don't understand why you're

not asking him about Slim.

He's not a client.

We have to finesse

it, ease into it.

All right.

Okay, I’m going to go.

Wallace, any idea why Slim

and Regina went busto?

Why are you asking

about that?

No reason.

It's just...

Arthur's mom.

She and Regina are friends,

on account of them

working together,

and she was worried

about Regina,

because they're friends.

Right, Arthur?

She just wanted to understand

what happened with Slim.

Well, guy's a two-face.

How so?

Acted all nice

to me, but...

all along he wanted to pin

the explosion on my dad.

So he's dishonest.

Madeline: Anything else that

would make you not trust him?

I don't know.

He was in juvie.

Juvie.

Do you know

what for?

And how long?

Why are you guys so

interested in Slim?

We're not that

interested.

Wallace: Is that the only reason

you guys brought me here?

No.

Well...

Don't you want

some more juice?

I can't believe I skipped the

after-school program for this.

So, Slim's got

a record.

Technically, juvenile

detention would be expunged

from his record

when he turned 18.

Timmy: Still, seems

like the kind of guy

worthy of investigation.

Think he's just out for a

stroll with a package?

Could he have contacted his

handler and we missed it?

Possibly.

We can't, much to our

esteemed leader's chagrin,

be everywhere and

hear everything.

You think that

was a signal?

One thing I’ve learned in

this line of work, John...

It's far too easy to start

assigning duplicitous intent

to every small natural move.

In other words...

Maybe he's just

tying his shoe.

No, he's up to something.

You sure you didn't

run any agents

back in military

intelligence?

He's headed

towards the park.

Ezekiel: Good place for a meet.

That's where I’d do it,

although in broad

daylight's pretty bold.

Or desperate.

One thing's for sure, can't

tail him through the park

from the car or

a milk truck.

Remember, you're still this

town's chief of police.

Hang back.

Resist the urge to close in.

You're not incognito.

As opposed to the negro

in the regulation FBI suit

who won't stand

out at all?

Excuse me.

Brush pass.

They just switched

packages.

So that must be

his handler.

Let's pick him up.

He might be just a courier.

Let's see where he takes us.

All right.

It's a dead end.

What's he doing?

Trying to flush

out any tails.

Knows his trade

craft.

Time to pick him up.

We still don't know

if he's important.

Well, he may not

be important,

but whatever Slim

gave him is.

You want to risk that

getting in the wrong hands?

John.

John, no!

Hey.

Howdy.

So, how was school?

Fine.

Good to hear.

And the after-school

program?

It was good.

I didn't spend any

time with my dad.

Well that goes

without saying,

since you never

even showed up.

How'd you--

Pastor Todd called me--

where were you?

Just walking around.

Since when do you

think it's okay

to lie to me like

that, young man?

People were

worried about you.

Me, for starters,

and from what I

understand, your father,

although I can

only assume

that this new behavior

is somehow a result

of all the time that you've

been spending with him.

This is exactly

why we have rules.

Okay.

It is not okay.

You're grounded.

From now on,

I pick you up.

We need to stick to

the court's edict.

No contact with your father

except for scheduled visits.

It's the best thing for

you, for both of you.

What do you know about

what's best for me?

You don't talk

to me that way.

Fine, you can go

without supper tonight.

And since we still

haven't determined

why Slim might be a target

of FBI surveillance,

I suggest a

systematic approach

examining the types of

crimes the FBI investigates.

Kidnapping,

domestic espionage,

anti-American activity,

and bank robbery.

Do we think Slim's

a bank robber?

Allow me to be clear.

We don't think

anything yet.

It's premature to jump

to any conclusions.

We're simply examining

the possibilities.

Right.

This is big stuff.

Maybe my dad was right and

we shouldn't get involved.

Was your dad right

when he told us to stop

searching for the metal?

Madeline: If we had stopped,

it's likely the satellite

would still be sitting at

the bottom of the reservoir.

And Wallace's dad

would still be in jail.

Well?

It's clear where

Arthur stands, but...

what do you

think, Timmy?

I think tomorrow we need

to take a closer look

at why Slim's been working

late in his basement.

When will you

be back?

I don't have an

answer for you.

You were aware when I took

this new assignment.

I know, I know.

At least you're telling me

ahead of time this time.

I didn't want

to upset you.

It was a delicate time.

I'll say.

To wake up from having a baby,

our baby, to find you gone.

Heaven knows when you

were going to be back.

But I did come back.

I will always

come back.

[baby crying]

Honey, I

have to go.

Go.

We'll be fine

without you.

Be safe.

How'd I do?

Beth: Just great, soldier.

I did so great?

What happened here?

Uh, I--

Susan: A rash

broke out.

We're still learning

the side effects

from the types of medicine

that we're employing.

Susan: Don't worry, we'll

adjust the dose for next time.

Now you should

get some sleep.

Sounds good to me.

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Hershel: Thanks, Mort.

John: Looks good.

Tailing me, Chief?

I'm not much good

at tailing.

Mort's got a standing

order to call me

as soon as you set

foot in this place.

Been a long day.

How about I give

you a ride home?

Come on.

You've been able to push him

well out of his comfort zone.

Lieutenant Quincy is proving

himself the ideal subject.

And we've been fortunate

that Nurse Milligan

has proven to be such

an optimal trigger.

I suppose with

results like these

you can afford

to be modest,

but yes, Lieutenant Quincy

is the ideal candidate.

Langley's very impressed.

So impressed they're

increasing our funding.

They also want to know how long

until you can have him deployed.

You can't

be serious.

We're barely out of

the initial stages.

You've already shown how

effective your protocol can be.

They think, and I agree,

it's time to accelerate

the timetable,

push Lieutenant

Quincy to his limits.

I don't think

Frank’s ready.

Oh, come now,

Doctor Andrews,

you're not going

soft on me.

It's not a question of

soft, it's science.

If we push him too far, we

run the risk of breaking him.

I'm sure I needn't remind

you of Dennis Trask.

We've come a long

way since then.

Leaps and bounds, really.

Susan: Of course

we have, dear.

And I don't want to see all

that progress swept away

because some bureaucrats think

they can hasten the results

simply by increasing

the funding.

Doctor Andrews, when we

started this little venture

you assured me you

were both patriots,

dedicated to stemming the

rising tide of communism.

Surely you agree

we have a duty

to employ every tool at our

disposal against the forces

that would deprive us

of our very way of life.

Of course.

Then I’m afraid you're

victims of your own success.

We're taking Lieutenant

Quincy all the way.

It's been decided.

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♪ If you've got leaving

on your mind ♪

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[wolf whistle]

[knocking]

Avon calling.

Didn't think it

was coming until--

I came by to check

on your order,

because I know

you made one.

It seems to have been lost

in the shuffle somehow.

I don't...

No!

Woman: You're welcome

to make another order,

but we're going to need you

to place it real soon.

If you care to

browse our catalog,

I could come back

tomorrow for it.

Tomorrow?

After that, I’m afraid

it'll be too late.

But--

After tomorrow,

there's nothing I can do to

guarantee your delivery.

You'll be stuck.

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