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[door opens then closes]

Slim: Hey, cutie.

I'm the new MP,

just got posted here,

Major Kirkpatrick.

But you can call me Slim.

Regina Clark, but you can

call me Nurse Clark.

I'm looking for

a Dr. Whittison?

Nurse Milligan: Did you get

those forms to Dr. Whittison?

Regina, did you hear me?

Uh, the new intake forms,

right here.

You doing okay?

I'm the same as when

you asked me yesterday,

same as the day before.

I'm fine.

You don't have to be fine.

Not with me.

I know that, silly, but I am.

Fine.

Okay.

It's just that, when

Roy passed away...

Beth, Roy was your husband.

Slim was somebody

I dated almost a year ago.

I really am fine.

I have to get these files

to Dr. Whittison.

♪♪

♪ How long until the sun sets?

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ Goodnight, my love. ♪

♪♪

Mom, do you think Dad

might eat with us today?

Why, I'm sure I don't know,

Timmy.

No doubt he will

when he's able.

You know he has a lot

on his mind at the moment.

It's just, he hasn't eaten

with us all week.

Does anyone want

more biscuits?

Tim!

Honey?

[sigh]

You could

eat something.

Come sit with us.

[grunting]

♪♪

I keep telling the kids

you have a lot to do.

I suppose it's a little easier

when you're torn away

from us with work,

but when you're

puttering around in here

I have no idea

what to tell them.

[breathing heavily]

I'm not puttering.

No, then what would you call

fixing a lawn mower in autumn?

I have an errand to run.

Can't someone else do it?

This one falls to me.

[door shuts]

♪♪

I think you'll both be

pleased to learn

that I've had a breakthrough

regarding the cipher.

I thought you

gave up on that.

Why would I do that?

Because you've been at it

for eight months,

and no offense, Madeline,

but there are some things

that even you can't do.

The past is not always

predictive of the future.

I've completed

the translation.

What's it say?

As I concluded months ago,

it's a nihilistic cipher.

Simple, but highly effective.

The preferred choice of spies

during World War II,

but it was first--

What's it say?

As you know, the code is

nearly impossible to break

without the key.

Is that the key?

The codebook, yes.

Where'd you get this?

I came across it when we

were in Slim's basement.

And you just took it?

It was necessary in order

to further our investigation.

You stole it?

But it's evidence.

It would be useless

to someone

who didn't have a

cipher to translate.

I concluded it could best

be used in our hands.

Now, do you or do you not

want to hear what it says?

Afraid downed bird

may expose me.

May need plumber’s assistance

sooner than planned.

Are you sure that's right?

I assure you the translation

is accurate.

So why would he need

a plumber?

Maybe he tried to flush

the downed bird.

[laughter]

Are you through?

Still trying to get close

to eagle.

Have noticed increased

activity with lark and dove.

What's with all the birds,

I thought you said

you decoded it?

I did.

And you're sure it's not

a bird-watching report?

I'm sorry Madeline, but it

just doesn't make any sense.

It's not uncommon for a cipher

to have built-in redundancies,

a code within a code.

Or maybe you took

the wrong codebook.

There was only one code book.

Maybe you translated

it wrong.

The translation is sound.

But it doesn't mean anything.

I'll tell you what it means,

it means we're right back

where we started.

It means nothing of the sort!

We now know the cipher

and Slim are connected,

we have definite proof

that Slim was a spy!

Well isn't that kind of

what we suspected?

But now we have proof.

We were trying to determine why

the FBI was looking into him,

and now we know.

Do you think that's why

he's dead?

What?

He shot himself by accident.

Maybe that's what they

want us to believe.

Maybe it's another

FBI coverup,

like with the satellite.

That's well beyond the scope

of our investigation

at this juncture.

I'm just saying--

It doesn't matter!

I bring you this

nugget of gold

and all you do is make jokes

and engage in wild speculation.

I don't even know

why I told you.

Didn't I tell you to bring your

laundry downstairs an hour ago?

As if I don't have enough

to do today.

Forgot.

Good heavens, no wonder

it's so stuffy in here.

Didn't notice.

I don't see how that's

humanly possible.

At least open up a window,

air this place out.

Well there's the

laundry basket.

Start filling it.

My dad uses that stuff,

WD-40, for jobs like that.

I know how to unstick

a window.

Finish picking up.

Yes, sir.

You're going to

hurt yourself.

[banging]

Ow!

That was stupid!

You okay?

No, I am not okay.

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Hello?

Slim: Come in.

Care for some chicken?

Just fried.

It's messy work,

someone's got to do it.

Smells good, but no thanks.

I think my wife would kill me

if I spoiled my supper.

I just came by to

introduce myself.

Chief of Police,

John Sanders,

badge kind of gave you away.

Good to meet you.

Major Slim Kirkpatrick.

Major.

Just got here a few days ago.

Still getting things

in order.

So, local law enforcement

stopping by

to greet the army cop.

I heard this was a nice town.

I've got a feeling you and I

are going to get along

swell, Johnny-boy.

John's fine.

Whatever you say, Johnny-boy.

That's a new look for you,

John.

Your boys are nothing

if not thorough.

It's necessary to keep up

appearances.

You have something for me?

Clean and pressed.

Least you could do

after tying it up

in an evidence

locker for a week.

Price, I'm afraid,

of efficiency.

Do you object?

What?

To a traitor being

buried in his uniform

and afforded

full military honors?

Didn't say that.

Well I most certainly do.

But it is, regretfully,

a necessary fiction.

The major was a born liar.

So to protect our

investigation,

we let him tell one last lie,

play one last part.

This is merely his costume.

Unfortunately, this lie of

his cast us in this play,

and we too are forced

to deny the truth.

Locate any family?

Just an elderly aunt

in South Carolina.

We notified her,

but she's not all there.

Parents deceased,

no siblings.

Perhaps this was why he

was able to be turned.

We'll never know.

Nothing you could do to

change what happened, John.

I'll get this to the

mortuary.

Did you ever think about

relocating to D.C.?

Strange time

to offer a man a job.

Well you must have

considered it,

working for Uncle Sam

again, I mean.

After Korea?

Or are our files incorrect?

Army intelligence didn't

offer you a position?

We got the film back

on that Avon lady.

Care to take a look?

♪♪

Slim: Don't even think about

going back in there.

Who the heck are you?

The guy saving you a night

in the stockade,

and not to mention

a week's docked pay.

Come on.

Wallace: Dad?

What are you doing?

Just wool gathering.

Come on, visitng hour's

almost up.

We've got to get you back

so you can get ready.

Well?

What if I don't want

to go back?

Roof over your head,

your own room,

home-cooked meals,

why wouldn't you?

She's smashing windows now.

Care to elaborate?

Window was stuck and she

smashed it with a hammer.

That doesn't sound like her.

Yeah, and she was mad at me

like it was my fault,

and she's just been mean.

Did you ever stop to consider

the woman's got a lot

on her mind of late?

Or have you forgotten where

you're going in a few hours?

She's laying to rest

a man she loved.

A man who, as I recall,

showed you a

measure of kindness.

Yeah.

Kept you in prison.

That I accomplished in

large part on my own.

I gave the Major

plenty of cause

to justify his actions

going way back.

Maybe I've been there

long enough.

It's not up to us.

It's just, she's been

real strict--

You know I've never known you

to be partial to complaining.

You know who complains about

how bad they've got it?

People who

have it good enough

to have time to complain.

As this woman has shown you

nothing but kindness,

I see an excellent

opportunity here

for you to respond in kind

in her time of need.

You hear me?

Let's go.

This should fit

Arthur nicely,

assuming he hasn't

grown too much

since he was here

for dinner last week.

It depends on

what you fed him.

Boys do grow like weeds

and before you know it,

turn into men.

I can't thank you enough.

Well it seems silly

to let it sit in a closet

when it could be

doing some good,

especially at

a time like this.

Major Kirkpatrick and

John were friends,

weren't they?

They certainly got on well.

We had him over for dinner

a few times.

They were friends

after a fashion.

But I, I suppose

I'm surprised

by how hard

John is taking this.

He's hardly being vocal

with his feelings.

Not that that's terribly

unusual for him,

it's just it's also

horribly sad,

the way Slim died.

Normally I can figure

John out, but lately...

Men keep secrets, they can't

help themselves.

I never asked.

Did you know Slim well?

No.

But Regina's hurting

and I want to be a shoulder

for her to lean on.

John, it's nice to see you.

I'm just lending Beth

one of Timmy's old suits

for the service.

Okay.

Thank you again.

I'll see you at the funeral.

I suppose I should start

to corral the boys,

make them presentable

for the funeral.

Will you be shaving

before we go?

Is that really what's

important right now?

Being presentable?

You know that's not

what I meant.

He was a nice man and

it's tragic the way he died.

But the way you've been

this past week,

it wasn't your fault.

Right.

I know that.

♪♪

Madeline, Arthur and Timmy

are here.

Oh, okay.

They can come in.

Boys.

Hi, Madeline.

Wow, you look so nice.

I've told them only

a few minutes.

Then you need to finish

getting ready.

And I'm sure your

mothers want you home

to get ready too, yes?

We just came by

because it seems like you

were mad at us back at HQ.

I'm not mad at you.

I told you.

You're not?

But before--

Arthur: She said she's not

mad, she's not mad.

Right, Madeline?

Correct.

Oh.

Good.

I have to finish

getting ready.

Arthur: Why are you even going

to Slim's funeral anyway?

I mean, since when do you

go to church?

My parents worked

with Slim on the base,

they say it's the

respectable thing to do.

I guess they'd

feel differently

if they knew he was

a traitor to his country.

I don't think you should

say stuff like that, not today.

Even if it's true.

The evidence is pretty

conclusive.

Which is weird.

Just as soon as we figure out

he's a spy,

he shoots himself.

He was showing Dr. Whittison

his gun and it discharged.

Seems convenient.

Convenient?

I mean it doesn't add up.

What was Slim doing

at Whittison's?

Unless Whittison shot him!

Or maybe--

Arthur, that's enough.

Madeline needs to finish

getting ready

and we should too.

Stand still, please.

I am.

Oh, Wallace!

I need to finish this,

unless you want to

show up to the funeral

looking like a vagabond.

Who cares?!

I don't even want to go

to this thing.

I don't want to go to

the funeral either.

I do want to go, I think.

That's what we do, right?

After we lose someone,

it's perfectly common

to feel all sorts of

conflicting emotions,

the sadness, loss,

regret, anger.

Oh, anger, I'm not angry.

It's foolish to be angry.

It was an accident.

Hard as it is to imagine.

It's just that, that day

of the accident,

I hadn't seen him in months,

and there he was just

all smiles like he could be.

And then after

the alarm went off,

he was different, you should

have seen his face.

Why was he so angry?

I didn't know that he could

get so angry.

Maybe I could have done

something.

And then just

a few hours later

he accidentally shoots himself?

Maybe if I'd--

It was an accident, Regina.

By their very nature,

they are out of our control.

But I, I never

saw him like that.

He scared me.

We dated for over a year and

I never saw that side of him.

You must think I'm a fool.

I could never think that.

He took me on a picnic once.

He had this big basket

of fried chicken.

He must have been

cooking all day.

Old family recipe, he said.

Never saw so much food.

Was it good?

The chicken?

Yeah.

Heavens, no.

But I ate it.

It was a wonderful day.

I don't know what made me

think of that.

It's important to think about

the good times.

At a time like this, remember

the man that he was.

How can an accident like that

happen to a man like Slim?

He was a natural with guns.

How could he--

do you think he wanted?

He would never.

It's just I don't know.

Okay, maybe I'm

a little angry.

Happy?

No.

Listen to me go on and on

and you have

a service to prepare for.

Well, let's have it.

What?

Aren't you going to quote me

some obscure yet

appropriate scripture?

Occupational hazard.

I think you have enough

on your mind right now

without me filling your head

with obscure yet

appropriate scripture.

[knocking]

Honey?

Arthur: It's a little big.

Let me see,

I'm sure it's fine.

Oh.

That bad?

No, no it's just, you look

so much like your father.

So it's okay?

We should get going.

Are you going to be okay?

You sound just like him, too.

Oh, I can never get

this tie right,

I hate this suit.

It's funerals you hate.

Sentimental hogwash.

Let's talk about souls

and life everlasting.

We're all afraid of dying,

dear.

And why shouldn't we be?

It's utterly unacceptable

that one day we simply

cease to exist,

stop talking, dancing, thinking.

But we do.

Now Dr. Andrews,

one of the first rules

of scientific inquiry

is to admit we don't

know everything,

and the first law of

thermodynamics

makes it quite clear.

Energy can be neither

created nor destroyed,

only transformed.

And as we're made of matter

and matter is energy,

isn't it possible that we

should go on in some form

or some way that we've yet

to comprehend?

We're going to be late.

♪♪

♪♪

We're all ready.

Mom wanted to know

if you were, uh, ready.

Oh, and she said to bring an

umbrella in case it rains.

Hm.

What?

My father, he used to say

it always rains

when good people die.

Jeff says they never get

the weather report right,

but they did say

sunny yesterday,

and it was pretty nice,

so I don't know.

Come on, it's time

to pay our respects.

Pastor: Our hope of

you is steadfast,

knowing that ye are

partakers of the sufferings,

so shall ye also be

of the consolation.

But we have the sentence

of death in ourselves,

that we should not trust

in ourselves,

but in God which

raiseth the dead,

who delivered us from so

great a death

and doth deliver

in whom we trust

that he will yet

deliver us.

Comforting words

from Paul to be sure,

but at times like these,

we know that true comfort

takes more than words,

even from the good book.

So what do we do?

What do we say?

To each other, to ourselves,

is there anything we can say?

Is there any way to overcome

this feeling of powerlessness?

No doubt some of us are

asking ourselves,

“Could I have done something

to prevent this tragedy?”

As if we possess the Almighty's

power to stop an accident.

Such is the nature of loss,

it causes us to careen

from utter helplessness

to extreme arrogance.

And surely if a life as robust

as Major Kirpatrick's

can be ended so abruptly,

it reminds us of the unavoidable

truth, that all life is tenuous

So how is it that this,

this universal truth,

leads us to feel so alone?

We can deny the feeling

all we want,

we may even try to hide away

from our feelings.

Like a wounded animal,

we separate ourselves

from the pack,

go off and lick

our wounds alone.

Not a bad instinct perhaps, but

let me suggest an alternative.

If this life is ephemeral,

so is it precious.

And if anything good

can be found

in a tragic circumstance

like this,

it's that death

exposes the lie,

the lie that we are separate

and we are not one.

Christ prayed that his

disciples might find the unity

that he had

with his Father,

that we might be one.

Or if we are not one,

we are not His.

Here we are.

Community come together

to save by the one of our own.

We are one.

The last great enemy that

shall be defeated is death,

for God so loved the world

that He gave His only

begotten Son,

so that whoever believed in Him

should not perish

but have

everlasting life.

As we are the partakers

of sufferings,

so shall we also

be the consolation.

♪♪

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[six gunshots]

[trumpet]

[trumpet]

Timmy: So Madeline, back there

during the service,

is everything okay?

Everything is fine.

So how come you were crying?

Isn't that what people do

at funeral?

Of course, it's just I never

expected it from you.

Was it all that talk

about death?

I don't think so,

but in reviewing the progress

of my feelings,

they seem to have

been triggered

when Pastor Todd started

talking about being alone.

How come?

You're not alone.

You've got your parents.

And us.

We're your friends.

Then how come you

hurt my feelings?

When?

This morning when I showed you

the translation of the cipher!

For eight months, you boys

have teased me relentlessly

about not being able to

translate it,

and I finally succeed, and

you still make fun of me?

Because it still doesn't make

any sense!

But that's not my fault,

and certainly no reason

to make fun of me.

We were just joking,

right Timmy?

Right?

Madeline, I would never want

to hurt your feelings,

you know that.

You should have told us

you felt this way.

How could I?

I only just figured it out.

I have to go.

[knocking]

Hershel, Wallace isn't here.

I heard you had an incident

with a window.

I've been known to be a bit

of a handy.

Upstairs.

[tools rustling]

It was a lovely service.

I don't know if I can

keep doing this.

I can't continue being alone

in this marriage.

No, that's wrong.

I can't keep watching you

act like you are alone

in this marriage.

You think I don't see you?

How you're hurting?

This investigation has

taken a lot out of me.

Investigation?

You haven't investigated

anything since Slim died,

have you?

Was it really an accident,

Slim's death?

Did he take his own life?

Is something else going on?

You don't talk to me,

and my imagination runs wild.

I can't talk about it.

What can you talk about?

I thought we decided this

ten years ago,

you could have gone

to Washington,

I was willing to go.

But you said you wanted

to be here.

You chose this, the life of

a small-town chief of police.

You told me after Korea that

you'd had enough of that work,

enough of secrets,

except here we are.

You're sneaking around at all

hours with your new best friend

investigating

heaven knows what,

and I find myself wondering, “Is

that the life he really wanted?”

Has all this been

just one big lie?

Because I could

live with that,

I could, the secrets, except

I see what it's doing to you,

even if you don't.

Agent Scott practically

offered me a job

with the bureau today in

Washington, and I told him no.

Maybe you should

tell him yes.

♪♪

[door closing]

My mother gave me

the message.

She insisted I come.

We listened to what you were

saying after the funeral.

We're really sorry

we hurt your feelings.

I know.

Really sorry.

I shouldn't have been

so insensitive.

You were right,

and you were right all along

about the cipher.

It's got to be

something important,

and we're going to

figure out what.

I have a theory,

which we will all discuss

and develop as a team

if that sounds good to you.

It sounds like

an excellent plan.

You've had quite the

interesting career.

Slim: I never thought

about it that way.

So what brings you

to Granite Flats,

Major Lemuel Kirkpatrick?

Nobody calls me Lemuel,

I go by Slim.

Ah, a secret identity,

which appears to have

served you well in Berlin.

You stopped a contraband

Russian vodka ring at the base.

The ringleaders

were your peers,

was that a difficult decision

for you?

They were breaking the rules.

Hm.

Shortly thereafter

you arrested

two small-time

East German criminals

who turned out to be

low-level agents.

A fortuitous catch

to say the least.

I guess I was lucky.

I consider myself a bit of

an amateur etymologist,

especially when it

comes to names.

Do you know the meaning

of Lemuel?

Never bothered to look it up.

It means devoted to God.

Well I guess now we know why

no one calls me that.

Nevertheless, you do strike

me as a man of devotion.

Your file certainly backs up

my assumption.

I'm settled with a rather

onerous moniker myself, Millard.

Oh, yeah?

What's that mean?

Guardian of the mill.

Given your proven skills at

ferreting out people with,

shall we say, hidden agendas,

I surmise you'll

have little trouble

performing your

duties here?

So what do you say, Slim?

Will you join me in guarding

the proverbial mill?

Mrs. Andrews: We need to find

a suitable replacement

for Major Kirkpatrick if

we're to continue our work.

Of course, but I'm afraid

that can't happen

until Mr. Ashby

arrives from Langely

and completes his review

of our work and of us.

A mere week ago they're

rushing us beyond reason,

and now we're frozen

in place?

Unfortunately, Major

Kirkpatrick's duplicity

and untimely death

continue to vex us,

but I have faith

in the long run.

Our work's outcome

will not be denied.

John.

John?

Johnny?

♪♪

Slim didn't shoot himself.

I killed him.

♪♪