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♪♪

[footsteps]

[knocking]

Oh, it's

Madeline, right?

It is.

You remember me,

don't you?

Mr. Ashmeade.

You work with

my parents.

Such an intelligent

young lady.

It was only

the other day.

Of course.

I'm afraid I

haven't adjusted

to the Colorado

temperatures just yet.

Little more invigorating

than I remembered.

You're welcome to come in

and warm yourself up.

Oh, thank you.

Although I doubt you'll

be able to achieve much

between now and the time I

have to leave for school.

Oh, your parents

aren't here?

I was hoping to walk

to work with them

despite the frigid air.

I'm afraid they left

for work an hour ago.

Oh.

And they just left you?

I'm able to manage

the simple task

of getting myself

to school.

Yes, I'd suppose

you'd have to,

given what dedicated workers

your parents have always been.

You know, I had occasion

to be stationed in Seoul

shortly after your

parents' time there,

and I heard tales of

their industriousnes,

and of course their

kindheartedness,

exemplified by taking you in.

Are you aware of how

that came to pass?

My parents have always

been candid with me

regarding my origins.

They say it helps us understand

our place in the world.

Yes, indeed it does.

Hm.

Good for them.

Hm.

And what is that story?

If you have the

time, of course.

It's not a long story.

My parents were posted at

the embassy in Seoul

right across the street

from an orphanage.

One day there was a fire,

and the workers and children

were forced to take refuge

at the embassy.

Apparently I didn't

care for my relocation

because I kept crying.

A siren's wail, as my

father refers to it.

[chuckles]

The only thing that made me

stop was when my mother held me

in her arms, and they

knew it was meant to be.

How touching.

Imagine if the orphanage

hadn't been across the street

or if you hadn't been crying.

Well, I best be off to

work, and you to school.

Did you, um, did you say

across from the embassy?

Yeah, you know, it's so

odd because you see,

I spent a great deal

of time in Seoul,

and for the life of me I

can't picture an orphanage

across the street.

No, no, a hotel, I think.

Perhaps it wasn't directly

across, but down the street?

I wouldn't put it

past my parents

to have embellished slightly

for dramatic effect.

Yes, yes,

of course.

Yeah, that

makes sense.

Gives the story a

certain inevitability.

Still, I can't remember an

orphanage anywhere on the block

or even in the vicinity.

How can that be?

I'm sure I can't

explain that.

Well, it was a

long time ago.

I've been so many

places since.

But Seoul, Seoul

stands out in my mind.

It makes an indelible

impression,

not unlike you, young lady.

No doubt my memory is

playing tricks on me,

though surely I'd

remember talk of a fire

or an incident

report or something.

Memory is a funny

thing, isn't it?

Well, thank you for bringing

back so many fond memories

of Seoul for me.

I do hope you get a chance

to return to the place

of your birth

someday soon.

But not too soon.

You be good now.

♪♪

♪ How long till the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ Good night, my love ♪♪

♪♪

I don't suppose you're wanting

me to take this ill-fit

as some sort of sign regarding

this latest turn of events?

Because I assure you, the

irony is not lost on me.

Not a whit.

After all I've been through,

finally get a chance at

some legitimate income,

now what I'm trying to work out

is how I'm supposed to get paid

after I arrest myself.

Guess for this week you

stick to your civies.

If this works out we'll

order a new uniform for you.

Glad to see you reacquainted

yourself with the razor, though.

What's on the docket

for today, Chief?

Follow me.

John: Been thinking I could

use a new set of eyes

on those car thefts

I mentioned.

Wendy, could you get

Mr. Jenkins here set up

with all the relevant reports

from the last few months?

Of course, Chief.

You sure

about this?

Read them through.

See if you pick up anything

I might have missed.

I was thinking I could be of

help in some other capacity.

Day one, you're already

questioning my orders?

I'll get started on

those reports, Chief.

Good.

Madeline: But he still didn't

explain why the Earl of Oxford

would be writing

as Shakespeare.

Timmy: Aye,

there's the rub.

I was just imitating

Professor Hargraves.

I realize that.

Timmy: Oh, hey Arthur.

I have to talk to your two

about something important.

Is there something rotten in

the state of Granite Flats?

[chuckles]

Timmy: That's

from the play.

Well, not exactly.

This isn't about the play.

This is serious.

Timmy: Oh.

Okay.

What's going on?

Not here.

It's more of a

headquarters conversation.

Something sure is rotten

in the state of Arthur.

Lie still please, Regina.

Don't struggle.

Good, Frank.

Remember, a full

three minutes.

Stay still,

please.

Two and a half

minutes to go.

He'll need to

press harder.

Is this really

necessary?

The quicker we're done,

the quicker our visitor

will be departing.

Really press down, Frank.

Frank: Okay.

It's okay,

Regina.

Don't struggle.

Ashmeade:

Fascinating.

Is he always this responsive?

Frank: Stay still, please.

Whenever Nurse Milligan's

involved, yes.

Beth on recording:

Really press down, Frank.

Good, Frank.

Pardon me.

Would you all be so

kind as to join me

in the observation room?

Now, please.

That's enough,

Frank.

Oh, Nurse Milligan, you

may return to the ward.

But the patient...

Is under our charge,

Nurse Milligan.

Thank you.

Whittison: Well

Jim, now what?

How now, Mother?

What's the matter?

Hamlet, thou hast thy

father much offended.

Mother, you have my

mother much offended.

Oh, father.

Not mother.

You have my father

much offended.

Thank you Arthur,

for your effort.

Shall we give someone

else a chance

to embody the

prince of Denmark?

Timmy: Now Mother,

what's the matter?

Hamlet, thou hast thy

father much offended.

Mother, you have my

father much offended.

Madeline: Come come, you

answer with an idle tongue.

Timmy: Go go, you question

with a wicked tongue.

Madeline: Why

how now, Hamlet.

Timmy: What's

the matter now?

Have you forgot me?

No, by the

rood not so.

You are the queen, your

husband's brother's wife,

and would it were not

so, you are my mother.

Beth on recording: Say

hello to Nurse Clark.

Hello, Nurse Clark.

Beth's voice: Good.

Now if you would please put

the pillow over her face

and suffocate her.

Whatever you

say, Beth.

Beth's voice:

Hold it steady.

Good, Frank.

Keep it there for

three more minutes.

Ashmeade: You see, without

need of the trigger's presence,

there's no limit as to where and

how you can deploy the subject.

Opens up a world of

possibilities, no?

We always assumed that would

be the logical progression

of our work.

Dr. Andrews,

I thank you.

This has been most

illuminating.

Does that mean

you're done here?

That you've completed

your review?

Whittison: Yes Jim, will

you be leaving us so soon

after you've arrived?

I'm afraid so.

John: Anything

jump out at you?

A lot of sad stories.

Nature of the beast.

You know, I just don't

think you have a chance

of recovering any

of these vehicles.

Some of them were

taken weeks ago.

Probably stripped down

into a million pieces

all over the state by now.

You're thinking

like a criminal,

which is how a law man

has to think.

Can I help you?

Yes.

Ed?

Chief.

John: Thanks for

coming down.

This is Hershel Jenkins.

He's here to offer his expertise

in automotive matters.

Ed: Here is the photo

you wanted me to bring.

John: You know this car?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've seen it around

town a time or two.

Always set me to

wondering who kept it

in such pristine condition.

Well, the car

wasn't worth much,

but my mom gave it to me

when I went off to college.

She was on her own

most of the time

and always managed to

put food on the table.

How she was ever able

to save up for a car...

I was sort of hoping to pass

it on to my son someday.

You have kids, Hershel?

A son.

John: One who will be

behind the wheel himself

in a couple years.

Ed: Well then, you

can appreciate me

wanting to bring

my merc home.

Hope you fellows

can find it for me.

We'll do all we can.

Won't we, Hershel?

You bet.

Susan: Nurse Milligan?

You're needed.

Is Lieutenant Quincy

all right?

He's fine.

We just need to get

back to work.

Shall we?

It's okay, Beth.

I'll take

care of this.

Tim, Tim.

Kudos on today's

scene reading.

You have an ear for

iambic pentameter.

Well, it's easy when Madeline's

the one reading with you.

She is good, but

as we've seen,

her talents are no guarantee

that the scene will play

at any point.

It's just, Madeline and

I have known each other

a lot longer than

her and Arthur.

Maybe we have more

of a connection.

Oh, it appears that you

and Miss Andrews do indeed

have a strong connection.

Is it one that,

dare I inquire,

transcends mere friendship?

How do you mean?

I celebrate myself.

I've seen myself.

And what I assume

you shall assume.

For every atom belonging

to me belongs to you.

Was that Shakespeare?

I mean, de Vere?

Another poet, one who

shared my point of view

regarding the pseudonymous

Mr. Shakespeare.

Ah, Walt Whitman.

A New Yorker born and bred,

and our greatest

American poet bar none.

Here, take

it with you.

You'll find Mr. Whitman

quite illuminating,

especially in matters

of connection.

Now toddle off.

Connections await.

Hey Pop.

They move the after school

program to the basement?

Catch any bad guys today?

Pastor Todd told me

about your job.

Did he?

Seems like something he might've

checked with me about first.

Pretty neat, working

for the police.

It's only on a trial basis.

Nothing to get too

excited about,

or miss your after

school program over.

Skedaddle.

Okay.

Getting him to look up to me

when I'm playing both sides

of the law?

Nice touch.

Beth: Then I had you hold a

pillow over the dummy's face

until it was over.

And I believed that I

was suffocating Regina?

And then Ashmeade asked

me to leave the room.

You should've seen

the look on his face.

It's like he was excited

by what you were doing.

Can you remember if they

asked you to do anything else

after I was gone?

No.

What could they make me

do without my trigger?

Maybe that's what they're

trying to figure out.

If they can control

you without me there.

And I can't

believe I thought

that Ashmeade was going

to shut the program down.

We have to get

you out now.

No.

Not until we have

those eyes only files.

That is the only way

that we can make sure

they don't keep doing these

things to other volunteers.

Once we have proof of

what the CIA is doing,

then we'll have something

to give to a reporter.

Like that one in

Colorado Springs?

What was her name?

No, we need to

go national.

The New York Times.

You'll fly the

files to New York.

It'll be all right.

You can do this.

But we need the

files first,

and they're under

lock and key,

and I don't know

how to pick a lock.

But maybe, what if I forget

to turn my report in

for today?

Then as Susan's

leaving for the day,

I go to her apologizing,

I'll say that I was

thrown off by Ashmeade,

and I'll offer to file

the report myself.

Save her the trouble

of going back.

Then she'll hand

me the keys.

What?

Who needs to

pick a lock?

You're more devious

than I thought.

And what you've

accomplished here

is nothing short of

remarkable, Millard.

Far more than I could

have ever anticipated.

None of the other MK Ultra sites

have had this kind of success.

I mean, would that I had the

authority to place you in charge

of all of them.

You shouldn't heap your

praise on me alone.

I would have accomplished very

little without the Andrews.

Nor can we overlook

our fortune

in finding such a responsive

candidate in Lieutenant Quincy.

Ah yes, yes.

A mad man.

Please know that it's

my fervent hope

that you quickly find an

equally-responsive replacement.

Replacement?

Oh yes, yes.

I'll be taking control

of Project Mad Man.

Whittison: Forgive me,

I thought you just said

you'd be taking control

of Project Mad Man.

I'm not even sure

what that means.

It means from now on,

all decisions regarding

Mad Man's training

and deployment will be

mine and mine alone.

I see.

And have you recently

procured a medical degree

of which I'm unaware?

Oh Millard, Millard.

Despite your many

accomplishments,

you've always struggled to

take the expansive view.

So allow me to explain.

There are forces at work

within the agency and beyond

that must be stopped.

You mean your

moles, Jim?

The ones you

persist in believing

have infiltrated

the agency?

That's the real motivation for

your visit to Granite Flats.

As a result of the

major's betrayal,

our files came

across your desk,

and you had the opportunity

to peruse our reports

about Project Mad Man.

For which I have a use.

A matter that concerns the

security of our nation.

And what matter

is that?

I need him.

That should be

enough for you.

It's not.

Well, regardless, you're going

to give me complete control

of Project Mad Man.

Jim, you're the head of

counterintelligence.

You're simply not

authorized to have control

of such a potentially

powerful weapon.

Project Mad Man stays

under my control,

and should you make any further

effort to hijack the project,

I'll simply discharge

Lieutenant Quincy

and reassign the Andrews

and Nurse Milligan.

You'd actually

do that?

Given all you've built?

I'll tear it down

and salt the earth

to prevent you getting it.

Oh Millard, such a commitment

to what you truly care about.

It's admirable, truly.

You can let yourself out.

Okay.

Timmy: My tongue,

every atom of my blood

formed from the

soil this air.

That's not how one's

tongue is formed.

But I suppose the poet's

employing symbolism

to make a point.

Right.

I think it's about how we're

connected in some way.

Like we are.

You and me.

Connected, I mean.

Do you like

the poem?

I think I prefer

Shakespeare.

You mean you prefer

Edward de Vere.

That Shakespeare was a lie

is only a theory to me,

the evidence for which is

circumstantial at best.

Did your parents used

to spin you on this?

Certainly, when

I was little.

Then it's high time

we did it again.

Have a seat, my lady.

Do you want to hear

more of the poem?

All right.

Born here of parents, born

here from parents the same,

and their parents

the same.

What's wrong?

Probably nothing.

It doesn't look

like nothing.

No, I suppose not.

I had an odd conversation this

morning with a Mr. Ashmeade,

a man who works

with my parents.

Odd how?

It's difficult to say.

He was asking all of

these personal questions,

but asking them in a manner

that suggested he thought he

already knew the answers.

He went so far as to suggest

the orphanage I came from

never existed.

How could it have

never existed?

What if where I came

from was a lie?

Like de Vere creating

this lie of Shakespeare?

But of course it wasn't.

Mr. Ashmeade must

have been confused,

or I misunderstood

his comments.

Why would your

parents lie to you?

I mean, they're

your parents.

They always have to

tell you the truth.

Timmy, you know that

isn't entirely true.

Parents often shield

their children

from the more unpleasant

truths of the world,

if only for their

own protection.

I guess.

Lie down and

look at the sky.

What?

Just trust me.

What could be so unpleasant

about where I come from?

If you can't convince Dr.

Whittison to change his mind,

what makes you

so sure we can?

Because I think you'll be

highly motivated to do so.

You know, I had a delightful

chat with your daughter

earlier today.

Madeline.

Why on earth are you

chatting with our daughter?

Such a bright girl.

So inquisitive.

And yet there is one topic

that she seems to be a

little confused about.

That of her origins.

Of course Seoul was a

confusing and turbulent place

back in 1950.

Do you remember a woman by

the name of Allison Grey?

Worked at the embassy?

Yeah.

Yes, she tells a

fascinating story,

one in which you both

feature prominently,

as of course does

baby Madeline.

A story that she'd be more

than happy to tell again,

I'm sure.

What do you

want us to do?

You're late.

We are?

Well, it's

her fault.

It is not.

Anyway, what'd you

want to see us about?

Turns out it's

no big deal.

What?

I'm late to meet my mom.

Waiting for someone?

Huh?

Oh.

I forgot to give some important

paperwork to Dr. Andrews

about Frank.

Lieutenant Quincy.

How is

Lieutenant Quincy?

What do you mean?

Well, since Dr. Whittison

has you doing so much

on the special ward, I figured

you were seeing a lot of Frank.

Well, some.

And?

How is he?

Any more dancing?

Regina, my work

there is classified.

Of course, I know that.

Just wondering how

he was feeling.

It's not as if your

feelings are classified.

What do you mean,

my feelings?

You have feelings

for Frank.

No.

No, that would be

unprofessional.

Beth, you're a consummate

professional,

but you're also

a human being.

And I'm your friend.

You can talk to me

about your feelings.

Oh!

Dr. Andrews?

When you're ready, I guess.

Dr. Andrews?

Beth.

I'm afraid I owe

you an apology.

With today's

change in protocol

I neglected to give you my daily

report on Project Mad Man.

I knew you wouldn't

want it lying around.

Of course,

thank you.

I'll file it later.

Actually Susan, I was

thinking we might streamline

the process

administratively.

I'm happy to

do the filing.

It seems silly to

have you deal

with the project's

trivial duties.

That's very

thoughtful Beth,

but you know what a stickler

for security Dr. Whittison is.

I have security

clearance.

Not for everything.

May I please have

the report?

Of course.

John: You just found

it sitting here?

Hershel: Yes sir.

Maybe some kids took it out

for a joy ride or something.

You find any candy

wrappers inside?

Empty pop bottles?

No.

I'm sure Kesselhaut will

welcome having her back home.

What were you

doing out here?

Just taking the air.

You're telling me

you have no idea

how this car came

to be stolen?

None more than I

just speculated.

All right then.

So.

Where do we go from here?

Regarding what?

Regarding you.

Now that you've crossed over

from telling half truths

to outright lies.

When did you know?

Not until right now.

Start at the

beginning.

A few weeks back I got a

line on a mechanics job.

Good hours, decent pay.

I thought it was legit.

But it was a

chop shop.

And you took the job anyway.

Yeah, I did.

I've been looking for

work for near a year now.

Nobody will hire a

dishonorable discharge.

Especially not one

spent months in jail

talking about how he

blew up his own shop.

I wasn't going to be

stealing any cars.

Just stripping them down.

Not that that makes

any difference.

A few nights ago

Simmons, the boss,

tells me to go out

and steal a car.

I wish I could tell

you I told him no.

If it makes any

difference,

this is the only car I

ever stole in my life.

When I offered you the

job, what was your plan?

Do I look like a man

with a plan to you?

Why'd you bring

the merc back?

Why'd you make me read

all them reports?

Why'd you drag

Kesselhaut in there

and make me

hear his story?

A year ago I was

in a jail cell.

Should've been executed.

Would've been if it

hadn't been for you.

Lord knows I gave you no

cause to care about me.

But you care about

doing right.

I ain't that kind

of man, John.

But tonight I thought I'd try

aiming myself that direction.

That's a man I could use.

If I'm going to stop

these car thefts, I mean.

That's a man I could

use on the inside.

[knocking]

Susan, Ronald.

Forgive us for

calling so late.

Come in.

We wanted to speak to you when

your house guest was out.

How did you know

he was out?

He told us.

He thought it would be better

if we spoke to you alone.

Is this about him taking

control of Project Mad Man?

Control is hardly what

Mr. Ashmeade is suggesting.

It most certainly is.

Now Millard.

Did he happen to mention

that I already responded

to his suggestion in

no uncertain terms?

He did, yes, and we concurred

with your position, of course.

But the more we

discussed it,

the more we began to consider

that a pair of fresh eyes--

Don't be absurd.

Now Millard.

From a scientific standpoint,

having a new perspective--

Do you concur with

this opinion, Ronald?

It's, I mean, it's not

a question of opinion.

It's a fact that we've

spent so much time on Frank

that we may have some

measure of myopia.

What on earth are

you talking about?

The man is supposed

to be a genius.

Why not just

give him Frank

and let us focus

on other projects?

Well said.

Absolutely not.

Project Mad Man is

our front runner.

Conceding control

of the project

is categorically out

of the question.

My friend Jim is

brilliant, yes,

and nothing if

not persuasive,

but let us be clear.

He is the head of

counterintelligence.

He was sent here

simply to ensure

that we haven't been

compromised by the Soviets.

We haven't been.

His work is done, and

he needs to leave.

Speaking of which, if

there's nothing else--

Why do you have

to be so stubborn?

Susan: Ronald.

The man cannot

see reason.

Whittison: I'm perfectly capable

of responding to reason.

I've heard none

whatsoever.

Ronald.

We need to

tell him.

Tell me what?

The truth.

About our daughter.

So, Madeline.

Yes.

Madeline.

As you know, Ronald and I were

stationed in Korea in 1950.

I'm quite familiar

with your files.

You were both posted as

attachés to the embassy,

but in truth were

working for the agency.

Vetting North Korean

scientists,

hoping to convince

them to defect

before hostilities escalated.

One of the targets we were

given to assess was a chemist

who specialized in persuasive

coercion techniques.

Xi Nao.

Washing the brain.

But our analysis determined

that the far better candidate

for defection

was his wife.

Her name was

Kyung-Min.

She wanted a better life

in America for her

and for her child.

And for that she was willing

to photograph documents

from her

husband's lab.

We would meet with her

in a safe house...

...surveying the

intelligence she brought,

determining what

more we needed.

She was not formally educated

but clearly quite brilliant.

And we grew fond of her.

But unfortunately, there was a

complication with her child.

The baby came early

and was breeched.

We couldn't bring her to

a South Korean hospital.

We weren't equipped to

perform a C-section.

Ronald: She lost

too much blood.

But we saved the baby.

Madeline.

Wailing like a siren.

[baby crying]

Susan: What could we do?

We couldn't give her

back to North Korea.

If we notified our

station chief,

we knew he'd find a way to

use her as a political pawn.

So in that moment we agreed

to honor the mother's wishes

and raise the

child in America,

and love her as our own.

And she is.

But Mr. Ashmeade found out.

One of the secretaries at the

embassy had helped us forge

the adoption papers,

say she came from

an orphanage.

And Ashmeade says he will send

Madeline back to North Korea.

Our child.

We have no choice, Millard.

Susan.

Ronald.

If my decades toiling

in the secret world

have taught me anything,

it's that you always,

no matter what,

have a choice.

You chose to steal the

infant from North Korea.

You chose to forge

her birth record.

You chose to keep these matters

secret from the agency,

secret from me.

And tonight you chose to

deceive me as to your motive

for handing over our work

to that bottle spider

who calls himself Ashmeade.

And now I have a choice.

And I choose to understand

why you did what you did,

to not betray you,

to keep your family safe,

no matter the cost.

Well, I don't envy the car

thief who finds himself

in your sights,

Chief Sanders.

I'm glad you're back, even if

I'm not glad about the reason.

You really think pieces

of Slim's network

are still in play here?

The KGB didn't have an

agent in Granite Flats

on the off chance that

a satellite would fall.

Slim was here because

something else is here,

something the KGB wants

to know more about.

His work with Whittison.

MK Ultra, you called it.

Which Slim said he

didn't know much about.

And maybe he didn't,

which is why the KGB will try

to put another agent in play.

What is it?

MK Ultra?

That is the question.

We know some things,

but Director Hoover wants

a more complete answer.

Things were finally getting

back to normal around here.

And at home.

I can appreciate that.

June: Good morning, Wendy.

Wendy: Morning, June.

John.

Mr. Scott.

How lovely

to see you.

Are you just

passing through?

John: Mr. Scott just

stopped by to say hello.

Ezekiel: And now Mr. Scott

is going to say goodbye.

I'll be over at the

hotel in the near term.

June: While you're here I

certainly hope you'll join us

for a home-cooked meal.

Oh, I'd appreciate

that very much.

Although I'm not sure when

we'll have the time now.

Well, you see,

Mrs. Van Whit,

you know, the woman who I

buy my Avon products from

for the last

three years?

I remember the Avon lady.

She came by this morning to

deliver my latest order,

and we got to talking.

She's getting on in years

and has been thinking

about bringing on a new

sales representative,

and I don't know

what came over me,

but I just blurted

out that I'd do it.

Do what?

You are looking at Granite

Flats' newest Avon lady.

[laughing]

Oh, I'm sorry.

Pardon me.

I was thinking of something

completely different.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Yep.

John?

I have, it has been

made clear to me,

become a bit more calcified

than I'd like to admit,

but calmer heads

have prevailed.

Susan and Ronald have convinced

me that there is no harm,

perhaps even some good, in

the wisdom of your wishes.

Project Mad Man

is yours.

Delightful.

A wise decision.

And please accept

my apologies

for allowing old rivalries

to influence me.

Oh please, don't give

it another thought.

Well, I must bend myself to

the task I have sought.

Oh, about that other

matter we discussed.

I'm afraid I've forgotten what

that other matter was entirely.

Forgive me.

Good day.

Well done.

Now we wait to see his next

move as we consider ours.

Beth: Arthur, dinner!

Arthur, before it gets cold.

I'll be right down.

Ronald: Spaghetti with

your mother's marinara.

And freshly grated

parmesan cheese.

Say when.

Is that enough,

sweetheart?

Oh yes, thank you.

Is everything all right?

Of course, why

wouldn't it be?

[laughter]

What?

Oh, when she was

three, remember?

This one?

Daddy.

Susan: Yes, my

little bean.

If Daddy could spin his

spaghetti on a fork,

so could she.

Oh, the spaghetti

cyclone.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, I'm not

three anymore.

No, you're not.

But speaking of

my childhood,

I was wondering if you could

tell me more about the orphanage

where I came from?

Whatever made you

think of that?

It was just something that

came up in English class.

A poem by Walt Whitman

about how we're formed?

I thought you were

studying Hamlet.

Yes, well, Professor Hargraves

is quite challenging.

I heartily approve.

So, the orphanage?

It was...

Madeline.

You come from a place where

people loved you so much,

they dreamed of a

better life for you.

You're here now with us.

Nothing can change that.

Now let's eat.

[laughter]

This, by any measure,

is a turn.

Because I've come

to realize

that I cannot trust my agency's

head of counterintelligence.

Thus I find myself

seeking assistance

from outside the agency.

No one man should be given as

much power as Ashmeade wields.

Unchecked, he'll

wreak havoc.

Fortunately for you,

my boss agrees.

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