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♪ How long 'til the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ Good night, my love ♪♪

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Dunleavy, your CO here's

got himself a bad bug.

Tossing my cookies,

fever, the whole bit.

Gonna sack out,

hope I mend.

Dunleavy: Understood, Major.

Tomorrow's another day.

So they say, Corporal.

We'll see.

Bye Mom.

Have a good game.

Thanks Mom.

See you, Dad.

Yep.

John?

What?

What?

Bye Mom.

Bye, sweetie.

Have a good

day, Daddy.

You too, Lolo.

I'm sorry hon.

Work.

Lemon squares, for you to

share with your friends.

That's very thoughtful.

Thank you.

Again, I apologize for

hustling out on you.

I understand.

Have a lovely Saturday.

We go in through the

root cellar doors.

Provided they're

unlocked.

If they're not,

I'm ready.

But you're sure Slim

won't be home.

According to the base's duty

roster in my parent's study,

he's at work every

Saturday, 9 a.m.

Which means the FBI won't be

parked out front either.

But their bugs could

still be recording.

Assuming there are bugs.

They're not parked out

there to sell milk.

I'll say.

So, stick to the plan.

Once we're inside, written

communication only.

Here goes something.

It's here goes nothing.

I know, but I hope

it's not nothing.

It's not going

to be nothing.

When we figure out

what he's up to,

we can tell my dad and

get credit this time.

Who knows, maybe the FBI

will make us junior agents.

I'm not sure

that's possible.

Timmy: Madeline, aren't you

the one who's always saying

technically anything

is possible?

True, but--

All right, all right.

Let's go.

My wife made

lemon squares.

Hm.

Nice wife.

Ezekiel: So, Kirkpatrick.

Is he still in bed?

Yeah, haven't heard a

peep since the upchuck.

Ezekiel: All right.

Play back what you have,

beginning with the upchuck.

Timmy: Keep going,

heads down.

You said Slim started

work at nine.

He does.

They must leave some

agents here on watch.

Let's not get

distracted.

Shall we proceed?

Slim on recording: So

they say, Corporal.

We'll see.

Now, to my admittedly

suspicious ear,

those are the words of a

man who is uncertain of

what tomorrow

might bring.

You think he stayed home

to wait for something?

Or someone, I mean, what

he delivered yesterday

might have been a

request for a meeting.

His handler would

come here?

Remember, he thinks

we're in the dark.

So he's holing up, waiting for

the reply from his bosses.

We too, are waiting.

[singing]

♪ Come on over baby, ♪

♪ there's a whole lot

of waiting going on! ♪♪

I noticed there was an

inconsistency in the slatting.

And when did you

notice that?

Just before you

started to climb.

Why didn't

you tell us?

It seemed you needed to

achieve something impressive.

Timmy: Let's hope we achieve

something impressive in there.

From now on,

silence prevails.

John: Did the fellows from

last night say anything

about this Avon lady?

No.

Why are you asking, John?

I don't think these gals have

ever called past supper.

Maybe she was

behind schedule.

Fair enough.

But...

But?

As far as I know, Slim

hasn't had a lady friend

since he and Regina

called it quits.

So why would he be

buying cosmetics?

Get on the horn to

Agent Gunder.

Tell him that we need

that Avon lady's film

processed immediately and let's

listen to whatever we picked up

from yesterday's

sales call.

Beth: I was curious how much

longer the work we're doing

with these gentlemen and

with Lieutenant Quincy,

how much longer do you

expect that to continue?

Oh, Beth.

If only we knew.

But you are aiming

for a result.

Our target, shall we say,

is very much in motion.

We are journeying into

an undiscovered country.

From whose bourn, no

traveler returns.

It's just, seems that

you're moving so quickly,

with Lieutenant Quincy

especially.

Well, we're simply

trying to keep pace

with the rather

remarkable progress

the lieutenant is

showing, and remember,

Frank and all these

men are volunteers.

Yes.

Of course.

Susan: Good

morning, Frank.

Frank: Morning.

Susan: Nurse Milligan

has your medication,

and Dr. Andrews

and I were hoping

we could have

a brief chat.

Military police.

Yes, Major Kirkpatrick please,

this is Dr. Whittison.

Hey Doc, the

major's home sick.

Bad flu, it sounds like.

Is that so?

Yes sir.

Perhaps a house call

is in the offing.

Much obliged.

Have a good day, sir.

Oh!

Take it easy.

I didn't mean to

scare you, cutie.

Well you did...

scare me.

How you been?

Fine.

Hear you still have that young

rapscallion in your charge.

Better you than

his old man.

He's with his

father now.

Every Saturday.

Hershel's trying

to change.

That's a trick some

men can't pull off.

I'm sure you didn't come

here to chat with me.

Was here for Jefe.

Said he had some

personnel files for me?

Really?

He's not in right now.

It's okay, I can

just grab them.

No, he moved all personnel

files to the special ward.

Swell.

Can you let me in there?

Um.

Just pop the door, you can

scoot on back to work,

I'll find the

files myself.

No, I mean I don't have the

authority to do that, Slim.

The authority?

You know how Dr. Whittison

is about rules.

Yeah, he's a real

straight shooter.

All right, if I park myself

here until he returns,

I promise I won't play with

any of his paperweights.

Of course, but he

might be awhile.

Got all the time

in the world.

It's good to

see you, Slim.

Likewise, Regina.

[alarm ringing]

[alarm ringing]

We need to bring him

out of hypnosis.

Frank: Let's move.

Let's go, everybody.

The alarm shouldn't

have done that.

Frank: Come on, come on,

let's move, let's move.

Double time, double time.

Move it, move it, move

it, let's go, boys.

It's time to go, let's

move it, move it out.

Let's go son, keep moving.

Beth?

Right behind you.

Hey.

Hey.

Stop that.

Stop that.

Look at me, soldier!

That should help.

Can't you let the fire

company take care of it?

Our company's

all volunteer.

They'll handle the fire,

but I need to make sure

the scene is safe.

What is it?

I was just thinking,

maybe we should have put

a man on Whittison.

Slim's at home, John,

unless you think that

there's someone else

trying to kill the doctor by

burning down the whole hospital.

[alarm ringing]

One step at a time.

[alarm ringing]

[alarm ringing]

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Frank: Move it, step

lively, people.

Let's go soldiers,

let's move out,

let's go, let's

go, let's go.

Fall in, fall in,

fall out, let's go.

Keep moving.

Step lively, double

time, double time.

Fire company's

on the way.

Susan, Ronald, glad

you're all safe.

Oh, you all right?

Fine.

I can't find Slim.

What?

Slim!

Slim?

Slim's here?

He was waiting for

Dr. Whittison.

Where?

Whittison's office,

but he's not there.

You go, I'll

find him.

Ezekiel!

What's happening, John?

Slim's here.

With you?

No, but somewhere in the

hospital looking for Whittison.

I think Slim

pulled the alarm.

Find him, John.

[alarm ringing]

[pounding]

What's going--

FBI, anyone home?

Identify yourselves!

FBI, anyone home?

Well, we got one

thing right.

He's a spy.

Check the rest

of the house.

Get Gunder and Speares over

here and secure this place.

Yes sir.

John, have you

located him?

Negative.

Not him or Dr. Whittison.

We're blown.

He gave us the slip because

he knows he's our target.

Well, if he knows, then

why go after Whittison?

Let's ask Slim

when we find him.

[alarm ringing]

[fire truck siren]

Frank!

No, Frank, Frank!

Frank!

Stop it.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I hurt Roy.

He's somewhere

else.

Help him.

Well, well, well.

Very much so.

Yes.

[alarm ringing]

Chief, what's

going on?

There's no fire.

I need you fellas to

keep the building clear

until I've checked it.

Slim, what are

you doing?

Where's Whittison?

I thought he would be

here with the alarm.

He's not here.

You're hurting me.

Tell me where he is.

He said that he

would be home, but--

What are we going to do?

Timmy: Go home

and stay quiet.

We shouldn't have

been in there.

We should've

listened to my dad.

Yeah, well I bet your dad

didn't know about that room.

Maybe we helped them again

is what I'm saying,

showed them something.

So what?

They can't know or they'll

shut us down for good.

Do you want that?

No, I'm just saying--

I know what you're saying,

and I'm saying keep quiet.

You're the one

who's yelling.

Because you're

not listening.

Timmy's right.

This is in their

hands now.

Yeah, I get it.

See you later, I guess.

Arthur, hang on.

What?

It doesn't matter

if they never know.

Madeline and I,

we won't forget.

You were the one who

found that room.

Call us if you get any

clues from your dad.

Will do.

I'll ride home

with you.

I hope you're not indicating

that you're concerned

for my safety.

What's that mean?

Do you feel I'm somehow

less capable of riding home

after what we've

been through?

Madeline.

I'm not a damsel and I'm

nowhere near distress.

All I meant was your house

is on the way to my house.

Oh.

But if you want

to ride alone,

I'll wait five minutes to

give you a nice head start.

No, of course not.

Let's go together.

So, where do you

think he is?

Slim.

After what we

saw in there,

let's hope your dad and

Agent Scott find out.

Major.

What are you doing here?

Didn't you hear the alarm

going off at your hospital?

Minutes before it sounded I

stood at my front window

and watched you enter the

building in civilian clothes.

Why weren't you on duty?

I called the base, home

sick, the plot thickens.

Then the alarm sounds,

I continue to watch,

so many people run

out of the building

but you are not

among them.

What, I wondered,

would happen next?

The files you gave me

for the FBI were bogus.

Of course they were.

I'm going to need

the real thing.

Major, I don't take

orders from you.

Today you do.

The question of course,

is for whom do you

labor in secret,

because it's certainly

not Mr. Hoover.

Even the Kennedy brothers know

better than to come after us,

so, to my mind, only one

reasonable choice remains.

[speaking Russian]

It's clear, you can

let people back in.

Regina, I can't find

Slim or Dr. Whittison.

Oh no, Dr. Whittison's

not here.

What?

But I just

saw Slim.

You saw Slim?

He was acting

strangely.

Where is he?

He went to see if

Dr. Whittison's home.

Ezekiel.

He's at Whittison's.

Maybe with the doctor.

Ezekiel: We're

minutes away, John.

Are you saying wait?

I'm saying be careful.

Slim's pulling the rip cord.

Will do.

Just give me

the files.

You're far cleverer than I

give you credit for, Major.

I realize now that when you

arrived in Granite Flats

you made it seem as

if I was seeking you

but it was the

reverse, wasn't it?

I'll shoot your

hand first,

see how good you are at

stitching up guys after that.

They must have turned

you in Berlin,

but you're no idealist.

Did they snare you

with a honey pot?

They did, and you fell

in love with the girl.

Now I understand your reluctance

to marry Nurse Clark.

Is your red lady waiting

for you in Moscow?

She's dead, and I'm going

to start with your thumb.

You saw her body, or

did you just hear it

from a fellow party member

that she'd been gunned down

by some dastardly American?

That's why I always told

the operatives I ran,

"If you haven't seen it,

assume it's a lie."

Be our double agent.

Feeding them false

intelligence,

you have a mainline

to Moscow Centre.

It's too late for that.

What have they

promised you?

You get the MK Ultra

files and then where?

Off to Cuba for a big

bear hug from Fidel?

How long do you think before

their gun is pointed at you?

Don't let them

play you.

Like you played me?

I think I'll find

the files myself,

after I shut your lying

mouth for good.

John: Slim.

Life's full of surprises,

ain't it, Johnny boy.

Put the gun down.

So your negro pal can

hang me for treason?

Put it down and

we'll talk.

For what it's worth,

I liked you.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

John.

John!

Sorry.

Sure it is.

Doctor Whittison.

Special Agent Ezekiel Scott,

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

We're going to need to agree

on exactly what happened here,

the story we're

going to tell.

the story we're

going to tell.

Ezekiel: I appreciate

your understanding

the national security need

regarding what we say

about how the major came to

meet such an untimely death.

I appreciate

national security.

Well, we share

the mess.

Why don't we share

the cleanup?

How long have you known of Major

Kirkpatrick's true allegiance?

Less than a week.

And I don't suppose

you're going to tell me

how he became a person of

interest in the first place?

He took something of ours.

Did you get it back?

No.

Take pride in your work,

that's what my father

always told me,

no matter how menial.

His father scrubbed floors

every day of his working life

despite being afflicted

with arthritis.

It's funny how

things like that,

they don't matter when you're

another man's property.

Doctor Millard Whittison,

1941-1945,

officer in the O.S.S.,

stationed in Holland,

running agents

inside Nazi Germany.

After the war, you were

part of the transformation

of the O.S.S. into the CIA,

and for 13 years stationed

at military hospitals in

communist trouble spots

throughout the globe, until

the unfortunate deaths

of your wife and son.

One would appear to

all prying eyes

that you retired here

to Granite Flats,

resolved to live out your

days practicing medicine.

I've been waiting to

meet you, Doctor.

You appear to have me at a

disadvantage, Agent Scott.

I've only just learned of

your existence three days ago

and have had precious little

time to acquaint myself

with your history.

What would you like to know?

When you'll be leaving.

Surely Doctor,

you don't believe that Major

Kirkpatrick was some lone wolf,

operating without a handler,

disconnected from any network.

The question you should be

asking is how long can you stay?

To which you'll reply,

as long as it takes.

Now that is the seasoned

intelligence professional

I have read so

much about.

I have a question

for you.

Doubtless you

have hundreds.

Every path begins

with a single stone.

You're quite the

philosopher, Agent Scott.

Yeah, the

question is,

do you want to call your masses

at Langley and tell them

that you were employing

a communist operative

for nearly two years,

unwittingly exposing him

to whatever sensitive

intelligence information

your program generated,

or would you prefer they

find that out from me?

I've somehow managed thus

far without your assistance.

I see no reason I can't

continue to do so.

Oh, Doctor.

I do like you.

I hope that doesn't

trouble you.

Far from it.

See Doctor, I'd like

us to be friends,

despite the animosity

between our agencies

or the differences

in our background.

I'd like to see that dream that

Dr. King spoke about last month

realized right here

between you and me,

for aren't we all just

brothers under the flesh?

Don't we share a

common purpose?

And what would that be?

Freedom.

You correctly answered

your own question, Doctor.

Yes.

I will be here as

long as it takes,

and I hope that you can find

your way to work with me

as brothers in secrets.

Everyone is present

and accounted for.

It's a comfort.

I still don't know how

the alarm went off.

Hm.

Are you all

right, sweetie?

Yes.

Did I hear right that

you calmed Frank Quincy

by dancing with him?

Oh, that was, I think he was

disoriented by the alarm.

Poor man.

Can't tell if he's

getting better or worse.

I thought Dr. Whittison

was home today,

but don't you think he

would've come over

with the alarm and all?

Is the chief's car

still out front?

Did you find Slim?

There was an accident.

What do you mean?

Is he all right?

Is he all right?

It's okay.

I wanted you to see it

before we took it apart.

John: I appreciate that.

Find any film from

the satellite?

I'm afraid that's

long gone.

We found dozens of

ciphers but no codebook.

But hey, tomorrow's

another day, right?

But hey, tomorrow's

another day, right?

Mom?

Come here.

Come here.

We heard about Slim.

Everyone go get

ready for bed.

Night, Dad.

Goodnight.

Night, Dad.

Goodnight.

Goodnight Daddy.

Good night.

Dad?

I'm all right, Tim.

Do as your

mother says.

Do as your

mother says.

Oh, Johnny.

Susan: I'd assumed it was

not an accidental shooting.

Poor John.

Yes, well, poor John.

Agent Scott and I agreed it

is to our mutual benefit

to maintain the cover story

regarding the major's death.

My hat is off

to you two.

Your instinct about

Kirkpatrick's duplicity

was correct.

To be fair Millard, we suspected

his allegiance was to the FBI.

With Hoover's boys

sniffing around here,

you're sure we're safe to move

these back to the hospital?

No, I'm quite sure I won't be

moving them to the hospital,

nor storing any future

intelligence there.

Our own safe deposit box at

Granite Flats Savings and Loan.

We're all listed as

account holders.

I'll put this somewhere

safe, and check on Madeline.

Whittison: When

you return,

we can discuss my

conversation with Langley.

Apparently Mr. Ashmeade

wishes to visit.

All right then.

I won't be a moment.

I was concerned

you'd not be in bed.

I'm just finishing

homework.

Five more minutes.

You brushed your teeth?

Of course.

I love you,

little bean.

And I you, Mama.

And I you, Mama.

Not so little anymore.

You'll have to call me

medium-sized bean.

[chuckling]

All right.

Hurry up and finish

your schoolwork,

you funny girl.

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