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Beth on speaker: Say

hello to Nurse Clark.

Hello, Nurse Clark.

Beth: Please put the pillow over

her face and suffocate her.

Frank: Whatever

you say, Beth.

Ashmeade: There's no

limit as to where and how

you can deploy

this subject.

I'll be taking control

of Project Madman.

We have to get

you out now.

No.

Timmy: Madeline and I

have known each other

a lot longer than

her and Arthur.

Hargraves: What I assume,

you shall assume.

John: When I offered you the

job, what was your plan?

Hershel: Do I look like a

man with a plan to you?

But you care about

doing right.

I thought I'd try aiming

myself that direction.

That's a man I could

use on the inside.

Susan: We need

to tell him.

Tell me what?

Ronald: Ashmeade says

he will send Madeline

back to North Korea.

I do hope you get a

chance to return

to the place of your

birth someday soon.

John: You really think

pieces of Slim's network

are still in play here?

[grunting]

You had enough?

Huh?

[whimpering]

Get back to work,

both of you.

Missed the show,

Jenkins.

Hershel: You mind me inquiring

as to Kerrigan's offense?

That Merc you stole?

Somebody stole it back.

How do you know

it was him?

I don't.

Now whoever did it ain't

going to do it again.

You get me another car?

A lot of locked

doors out there.

I think word might

be getting around.

Thinkin' you

might be right.

Which is why I'm not

relying on local supply.

Hershel: And that his buddy

Teddy Bear is driving down

with a whole flatbed full of

stolen cars from Cheyenne,

tomorrow night.

That's why I reckoned it

was worth rousing you

at this late hour.

You reckoned right.

What do you want

to do, Chief?

I want to put

Mr. Simmons away

and I'd like to

count on your help.

You can.

But I don't figure you and me

alone are going to cut it.

Get some rest.

I'll be in touch

by morning.

This guy Simmons,

he's dangerous.

Yup.

So are we.

♪♪

♪ How long 'til the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ Good night, my love. ♪♪

♪♪

Roy: I think

Kennedy is right.

We're going to get there, and

we're going to get there first.

Moonlight is

so beautiful.

Lots of things are

beautiful from far away,

but up close it's

just a big rock.

No water, no food,

no Beth Milligan.

You wouldn't go if

they asked you to?

Sure I would.

You'd go anywhere

they asked you.

Honey, I'm already gone.

When will you be back?

I really don't know.

Don't know.

Can you ask?

Arthur: Mom, I think

we took a wrong turn.

Roy: It's classified.

What is?

Roy: When I'll be back.

It's a secret.

But you know all about

secrets, don't you?

Don't you? Don't you?

You're keeping secrets.

Beth: You'd go anywhere

they asked you.

You're not the same.

You've changed.

Arthur: Who is that?

It's your father.

No, it's not.

No, it's not.

I didn't get

the files.

What files?

Beth: On the program.

What program?

Beth: The secret program.

MK Ultra.

What file?

We need those files to

make them not secret.

Too many secrets.

It isn't right for

us, or for Arthur.

You don't know Arthur.

I'd like to

know Arthur.

Isn't that why

you're helping me?

To expose MK Ultra.

To get me out of the

program and into your life.

Arthur: Mom?

Arthur, what are

you doing up?

I had a bad dream.

[sigh]

[knocking]

It's nearly midnight.

Fortunately, I'm aware

of your sleep habits.

I suppose this is a matter

that just couldn't wait.

Have a seat.

You suppose right.

So?

What's happening?

I'm ready to move on

the car thieves.

I have a man

on the inside,

but I need to get the boss

on tape implicating himself.

Is the milk

truck available?

For bureau operations.

They're taking a shipment

of cars from Cheyenne

tomorrow night, moving stolen

goods across state lines.

Now why didn't you tell

me that part first?

So I could see that

smile on your face.

All right, I'll call the

Denver field office tomorrow

and get the truck

and some agents.

I appreciate

it, Ezekiel.

I'm the one that's

grateful, John.

A nice racketeering call.

After losing

Kirkpatrick,

maybe this will make Director

Hoover smile on me again.

Hargraves: Two thousand souls

and twenty thousand ducats

will not debate the question.

Shows no cause without

why the man dies.

Do inform against me and

spur my dull revenge.

What is a man, his chief

good marked of his time.

Everything all

right, Professor?

Oh, Mr. Scott.

I hope I didn't

wake you.

Not at all,

I was just finishing up a

card game with a friend.

John Sanders.

Sanders.

Are you by chance the

progenitor of Timothy?

Among others.

Wow.

You're his new teacher.

Stanfield Hargraves.

Dear sir, let

me tell you,

your son is a beacon

illuminating our classroom.

Well, he's a fan

of yours too.

Up late reading

the Bard?

The Bard, what a charmingly

inadequate description.

But yes, literature has

always soothed my insomnia.

It's good to meet

you, Mr. Hargraves.

Ezekiel.

Ezekiel: Chief.

There was a man.

Take him all for all, I shall

not look upon his like again.

Hamlet, talking

of his father.

Act one, scene two.

Why, Mr. Scott!

Beth: Arthur.

I'm sorry I

overslept, sweetie.

It's okay.

I had cereal.

Have a great

day, Mom.

You too.

Oh, and Dr. Whittison said to

stop by his house after school

with your science textbook

to start your tutoring.

Thanks, Mom.

No biscuits?

They're harder

than they look.

John: Hey, breakfast

smells terrific.

It smells

burnt.

These eggs taste

like rubber.

Fine, you boys can

cook tomorrow.

All right, that's enough.

Timmy: I like the texture,

kind of like chewing gum.

Jeff: You can

have mine.

Jeff!

You're unbelievable.

John: Now listen.

We don't want your

mother getting the idea

that her new endeavor is

going to be a hardship.

Eat, like you enjoy it.

Whoa.

What?

What's wrong?

You look like Jackie

Kennedy, except prettier.

Took the words

out of my mouth.

Well, thank you.

Oh dear.

No no, leave it.

You go on out there

and make a killing.

Just picking up

my paycheck.

Okay, have a good day.

[radio music]

You know what came to

me this morning?

Right after I opened my eyes?

It's been over a year

since I've had a drink.

For a drunk that's

saying something.

Especially when that

drunk's afraid.

And I am afraid, Lord.

Afraid that tonight I'm

going to go back to jail.

Or end up dead.

Hey you!

Hi.

I thought you

were off today.

Yes, yes.

Doctor Whittison agreed to

tutor Arthur in science

and I just wanted to tell him

that Arthur would be by today.

He hasn't

been in yet.

Hm.

Why don't you

leave him a note?

Okay, sure.

Listen, I hope I wasn't

too pushy yesterday.

Don't be silly.

You're a good friend.

And you were right.

My feelings aren't classified,

they're just unclear.

I had a dream about

Roy last night,

which I haven't done

in a long time.

What happened?

We were in this hallway and

he was talking about the moon

and I, I guess I'm just trying

to sort out my feelings,

like you said.

So thank you.

Oh, gosh.

I left my purse in

Whittison's office,

I'll see you later?

Okay, sweetie.

Okay.

Nymph in thy orisons be

all my sins remembered.

I'm not praying,

I'm thinking.

About what?

[schoolbell ring]

Hargraves: Aha!

Cor unum via una.

One heart, one way.

The motto of William Cecil,

Queen Elizabeth's

Secretary of State,

and a man who created and ran

a complex network of spies

that helped keep the

queen on the throne.

A master of spycraft

and statecraft.

He was also a father,

and we all know how important

fathers can be, huh?

It was these roles,

spymaster and parent,

that would have such an impact

on the writer of Hamlet.

Now, let's talk

about code names.

Ah, Nurse Milligan,

there you are.

I heard you were

in the building.

Please, have a seat.

Please.

It's time we had

a little talk.

About what?

Well, for starters,

how well your husband

knew Frank Quincy.

And Sheila said Arthur

could sleep over.

You can imagine how

excited he was about that,

and I confess,

so was I.

Aren't you?

Aren't I?

Excited?

About a dance at the

officers' club?

Are you listening to me?

Arthur is having

a sleepover.

It's our first night

alone in, years.

Then, I'm excited.

No, you're not.

You are distracted.

When do you

leave again?

Honey.

Just tell me.

How about our first

night alone in years,

we don't fight

about my job.

Well, what should

we fight about?

[laughing]

You're aware I

love you, right?

It's come to my attention

but, the reminder is welcome.

Listen, honey, I know

we talked about this

before Arthur was born.

About you loving me?

About the possibility

of me not coming back.

Why are you

bringing that up?

I don't know.

Then don't.

And always, always

come back.

Okay?

Yes, ma'am.

Now, we have a

dance to get to.

Ashmeade: It's so

strange, because you see,

Lieutenant Quincy claims the

dance was the first time

he saw you, and yet you don't

recall the meeting at all?

And you had no idea

that he was engaged

in this classified work

with your husband?

Certainly not.

No.

No, of course not.

And how would you

describe him?

Well, he's a patient.

I don't know him

terribly well.

I meant your husband.

Dedicated, patriotic,

wonderful smile.

Sounds a lot like

Lieutenant Quincy.

I suppose they share

certain qualities.

Including a fondness for

blonde nurses, I'm sure.

If we're finished,

I have errands.

What will the

spider do?

Suspend its operations?

Will the

weevil delay?

I'd like you to

read these phrases

into my little

machine here.

Why would I do that?

Well, let's just say

I'm a man accustomed

to having my

wishes granted.

I mean we could say

something else,

but it wouldn't be

nearly so pleasant,

and I do so treasure

my pleasantries.

Indulge me.

Indulge me.

Do you smell the

flowers, Frank?

My favorite flower

is the orchid.

What's the problem?

You were doing so well.

Mr. Ashmeade, I'd like to

speak with Dr. Whittison

or the Andrews

about this.

Yes, well, they'll

just tell you

that I'm in charge of

Project Mad Man.

Can we continue now?

There is an envelope on

the floor by the door.

Hello, Frank,

today is the day.

[doorbell]

May I help you?

Good morning, Mrs. Peterman,

Avon calling.

No, no, no.

I buy all my cosmetics

at J.C. Penney's

in Colorado Springs.

Well--

Have a nice day.

Well, of course you

buy at Penney's,

because you are clearly a

woman of elegance and style.

Which I like to think

I am as well,

but I must tell you,

I like when elegance and

style are complemented

by sensible pricing,

which is why I've

been an Avon customer

for the past

three years.

Is that right?

Yes.

In fact, I only began

in sales today.

You're my first customer.

Why me?

Because my husband has always

praised your keen insights,

and I thought that--

Wait, who is

your husband?

Chief Sanders.

Of course,

you're June.

I barely recognized you.

Tell me, how did that

thick-headed oaf

land a prize like you?

John isn't really--

Oh, come on in, you can

tell me all about it.

Hargraves: Now, William Cecil

had three children of his own.

Thomas, his charming eldest,

who, like Laertes, traveled

to France for his education,

where his father sent

spies to check on him.

Sound familiar?

And his middle son Robert,

possessed of a brilliant

political mind

but deformed by a

horrible hunchback.

Not featured in Hamlet,

but figuring prominently

in Richard III.

And his daughter, the beautiful

terribly troubled Anne,

who like Ophelia would

die at an early age,

and who, like Ophelia, was in

love with a brilliant nobleman

who was not very

good to her.

De Vere.

Indeed, Tim Tim.

The 17th Earl of Oxford

knew Cecil well.

He had gone to live in Cecil

house at the age of 12

after his father suddenly died.

What just happened?

Why are you staring

at Mr. Milligan?

My dad died suddenly

when I was 12.

I'm terribly sorry

to hear that.

It's okay.

At least my mom didn't

marry my uncle.

Humor is a boon

against adversity.

Now, let's turn to

act two, scene one

in which we see how

Polonius employs an agent

to spy on his own son.

[chuckling]

Your order will be

ready in two weeks.

I'll bring it by, along with

that coffee cake recipe.

Oh, I look

forward to that.

I hope that thick-headed

oaf knows how lucky he is.

I think the thick-headed

oaf has an idea.

You will not

fail me, Frank.

I am so proud of you.

That wasn't so

difficult now, was it?

Tell me, Nurse Milligan, did

you come here on your day off

in that fetching

ensemble to pay a call

on the dedicated patriot

with the wonderful smile?

I came to get

my paycheck.

Likewise must the

deacons be grave,

not double-tongued, not

given to much wine,

not greedy of

filthy lucre.

Go.

Go and fetch your filthy

lucre, Nurse Milligan.

We are all capitalists

after all.

And thank you for

your kind assistance.

Of course.

Of course.

Where'd you go?

Have you seen

Dr. Andrews?

Which one?

Either one.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I just need to speak

with the Andrews.

I haven't seen

them today.

Thanks.

How would you describe the

character of Polonius,

young Wallace?

Well, he talks a lot.

Very true.

What else does he do?

Think now.

Um, he spies.

Gets other people to spy.

Lots of secret plans.

Is he intelligent?

Yeah, but he kind of

acts like a dope.

A show of hands.

How many of you agree

with young Wallace?

Let the doors be

shut upon him

that he may play the fool

nowhere but in his own house.

You children have realized

what so many adults do not.

Polonius is pretending

to be an idiot!

He's a two-face.

And now we come to the most

telling fact about him.

In the first published

version of the play,

this character wasn't

called Polonius.

He was called Corambis.

Like the motto?

Cor unum, cor ambis.

You have cracked

the code.

Corambis means double heart,

a two-face at his core.

By naming him Corambis and

perverting Cecil's motto,

the writer was

drawing an arrow

straight from his foster father

and father-in-law William Cecil

to this fictive spymaster.

Can any of you imagine

attacking your father

like that?

Bereft of his true father,

the writer was forced to

look to this double dealer,

a parent whose actions in

life were in large part

the inspiration for a play in

which over and over and over

the parents do what

to the children?

Lie to them.

Indeed.

It is a horrible

revelation.

[door opening]

[knocking]

Beth.

What's the matter?

I hope you'll

tell me.

And I hope you'll

tell the truth.

Hey, Arthur.

That stuff about your

dad, are you okay?

Don't I look okay?

I guess.

I got to go.

See you later.

He is not okay.

Nor am I.

What?

Why?

Because, my parents

are lying to me.

What are you

doing here?

I've been

feeling poorly.

Feverish?

I suddenly feel

much better.

What are you really

doing here?

I wanted to come

gaze at you.

I don't object to

being gazed at,

but I think that

people will notice

and our secret

won't be so secret.

What if I didn't want

it to be a secret?

Then I'd ask why you

wanted to tell Wallace

that we were going to Bible

study instead of on a date.

Now, we did

discuss the Bible.

Todd, you quoting

scripture

isn't exactly a

biblical discussion.

Or an unusual

occurrence.

Touché.

It's just, I didn't

want to be hasty.

I thought it'd be best to see

if we had anything between us

that we couldn't

keep secret.

And you think we do?

Don't you?

You're teasing

me, right?

What makes

you say that?

I hate you.

And yet you want

to be with me.

Very much so, and

tell the world.

Okay.

But we start

with Wallace.

Without question.

I'm glad you came by.

I'm glad you're glad.

I'll walk you out.

I'll walk you out.

I'll walk you out.

It's going to be hard to

concentrate on work now.

I should hope so.

[knocking]

Miss Cox said you

wanted to see me.

I can't walk

you home today.

Did I do

something wrong?

No, no!

Not in the

slightest.

I just got affairs to

attend to somewhere else.

Like what?

It's nothing of consequence.

And they were all sorts

of strange phrases.

My favorite flower

is the orchid,

look to the floor

by the door.

Susan: Beth, this is

really quite irregular.

As Mr. Ashmeade explained,

he's in charge now.

In fact, he requested

we take the day off.

Beth: But doesn't

that seem odd?

Something is not right, and

he wouldn't let me see Frank.

We're hardly fond

of Ashmeade, Beth,

but we're not in

a position---

But don't you

care about him?

Ashmeade?

Frank.

As you well know,

Lieutenant Quincy volunteered

to be a part of this.

Beth: But that's because

he believed in you,

in Dr. Whittison,

in this program.

But we don't even know

what the program is doing

and now this man

is in charge?

We?

Susan: Beth, we will be as

candid with you as we can be,

but you must do likewise.

Are you prepared to do that?

And put quite simply, biology

is the study of who we are.

You mean what we are.

Is there a

difference?

If you were a freckle-faced

redhead who stood six feet tall

do you think you'd

be who you are?

No.

What we are determines to a

large extent who we are.

So, who are you?

I am just as

you see me.

He's got to admit he's

paying for stolen cars

before the

shipment shows up.

That way we can nail him for

grand theft and conspiracy.

Do you understand?

I believe I do, yeah.

You'll be fine.

Just remember, the key to

undercover work is subtlety.

Don't push.

Just be yourself.

It's being myself that got

me into this predicament.

John: Hershel, there's a lot

of selves in every one of us.

Who you are tonight

is up to you.

[gun cocking]

Timmy: So first they lied

to this Ashmeade character

about not talking to

you about their jobs.

Correct.

Then Ashmeade says

there was no orphanage

where they always

said it was.

Always.

And when you asked

them about it,

they didn't want

to talk about it.

They dodged the

matter entirely.

But that's not the

same thing as a lie.

I mean, technically

they really only lied

to this Ashmeade

customer.

Would you concur

that their behavior

in sum indicates they

are hiding something?

Sure.

But I don't get why

they'd lie to you

about where you

were adopted from.

It makes no sense.

Conversely, what motive

would Mr. Ashmeade have

to lie to me

about that?

And you don't want

to ask them again?

I'm afraid they'll

lie to me again.

But why?

Why lie?

Obviously I don't

know, Timmy.

All right, Madeline, you

don't have to snap at me.

All right, Madeline, you

don't have to snap at me.

I apologize.

Don't worry

about it.

I know it's probably

pretty tough.

Not just that your folks

are maybe lying to you,

what they might

be lying about,

where you come from.

Timmy, that's it!

The adoption papers.

You've seen them?

No, but I know my mother keeps

all their important papers

beside the hat boxes

in their closet.

So you can look when your

parents are at work tomorrow.

I can't wait that long.

Come over for dinner.

You distract them, and I

can go get the papers

and verify the location

of the orphanage.

Sounds like a plan.

Susan: And so you

must understand,

we're not operating

on abstract ideology.

We joined MK Ultra after

seeing what war, real war,

not this Cold War,

does to young men.

You haven't met

our son Linus.

He's 24.

But when we joined the

program he was 17.

You've been doing this

for seven years?

Ronald: The first six

bore very little fruit,

until Lieutenant Quincy.

What is it you

want him to do?

Winning the Cold War will only

happen through intelligence.

And our intelligence must

be better than theirs,

which means our agents

have to be better.

The question our

project asks is,

can we create agents whose

minds won't be clouded,

whose missions will remain

their sole focus,

and who if they

are ever caught,

can have their minds

emptied of anything

that might compromise

our larger goal?

Which is what?

The overthrow of

the Soviet Union.

Only then can we ensure the

safety of our children,

and the safety of children

over there as well.

Does Ashmeade want

the same thing?

Mr. Ashmeade, as

he calls himself,

is an extremely powerful

man in the agency.

He's not a scientist,

he's a mole hunter.

Susan: That's why he

said he was here,

to ensure we

aren't traitors.

But that's not

why he's here.

I'm afraid that doesn't appear

to be his primary motive, no.

Well, what does he

want with Frank?

We honestly

don't know.

[doorbell]

I'll see who that is.

Beth, we've told

you a great deal,

perhaps more than

we should have.

It's your turn.

You clearly have

feelings for Frank.

Susan--

Have you been in contact with

him outside of official bounds?

Have you in any way conspired

to falsify his response

to the treatments?

No, no.

I-- we--

June: I thought that was

Beth's car out front.

Avon calling.

I'm sorry, am I

interrupting?

Not at all.

In fact, I'm late getting

dinner ready for Arthur.

Beth.

Take care.

I really appreciate

you helping me.

I know how busy

you are and all.

Never too busy for the

expansion of the mind.

Is this the room

where it happened?

I mean, the major.

I know what you

mean, Arthur.

And I'm surprised it's

taken you this long

to satiate your curiosity

in the matter.

Yes, this is where Major

Kirkpatrick's life

came to its abrupt

and unfortunate end.

So, he was showing

you his gun?

That's correct.

We were debating the

relative virtues

of the magazine versus

the revolving chamber.

He'd removed the magazine

but forgot the bullet

in the chamber.

Handing it across to

me the gun slipped,

discharged on impact,

and the bullet entered his

head just under the left eye

traveling upwards

into the brain.

Is that the actual biology

lesson you came for today?

Good.

You're every inch

the inquisitive boy

I'd like to

continue tutoring.

Oh, I'm sorry, have I

interrupted something?

Not at all, Mr. Milligan

is just leaving.

Whoa, would this be

Nurse Milligan's son?

Hugh Ashmeade.

I'm briefly toiling alongside

the good doctor here

and your lovely mother.

Whom we don't want to anger by

making Arthur late for dinner,

now come on,

off you go.

He resembles

the father.

She was most helpful

today, the mother,

like everyone I've encountered

in your lovely little town.

Which reminds me, I'd

like to extend my stay

in your guest room for

another week, Millard,

call it a vacation.

Are you implying I have a

choice in the matter, Jim?

How silly of me,

I suppose I was.

What's for dinner?

What do you

want, Jenkins?

I was thinking about that

shipment coming in

from Cheyenne tonight.

What about it?

How many cars did

you say it was?

Simmons: I didn't.

Hershel: Do you pay your

pal Teddy Bear directly

for the stolen cars?

I said be subtle.

He's not my pal.

Hasn't been my pal since

he ran off with my wife.

Wow.

Anyway, I was wondering, do

you pay a flat rate per car,

or a percentage based on

the sale of the parts?

You's wondering, huh?

What I'm wondering is,

what did I do to make you

think it was all right

to stick your snout

into my business?

Ezekiel: He's blowing this,

we've got to pull him out

before this guy

hurts him.

Hershel: Because my inquiry is,

a buddy of mine on the post

mentioned he has a shipment of

new jeeps coming in next month,

and if I was to tell you how

we might be able to intercept

that shipment, would you pay me

a flat rate or a percentage?

Hold on.

How many jeeps?

Dozen, he says.

I could do a flat

rate, C-note per.

I'd need a hundred up

front for my buddy.

Hundred bucks,

rest on delivery.

I underestimated

you, Jenkins.

You know, I think I've made

that same mistake myself.

Simmons: Teddy Bear.

Eugene.

Who's this?

Simmons: An associate.

You got my cars?

Cash first.

So how's my wife?

[door crashes open]

Ezekiel: FBI, nobody move!

Hershel: You

looking for this?

Eugene Simmons, you're under

arrest for grand theft auto,

racketeering and conspiracy.

Nice work,

Officer Jenkins.

And did you know Edward

de Vere was 12 years old

when his father died?

I didn't know there was an

Edward de Vere until tonight.

Oh sure, I mean,

that's the whole deal.

He couldn't put his

name on the plays

because he was an earl,

and nobles weren't allowed to

write for commercial theaters.

Fascinating.

I'll say!

Madeline seems to have been

swallowed up by the washroom.

[loud laughter]

Anyway, he was the

17th Earl of Oxford.

Ah!

His name, de Vere,

meant "of truth."

Madeline translated that

in class from Latin.

Do you mean verite?

Exactly.

That's French.

Oh, right.

French.

Perhaps I'll go

check on Madeline.

Timmy: Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

What a rogue and

peasant slave am I?

Is it not monstrous that this

player here in a fiction,

in a dream of passion could

force his soul so to his own...

Something.

Tears in his eyes!

Distraction in...

Something.

And all for nothing!

For Hecuba, what's Hecuba

to he, or he to Hecuba?

That's from Hamlet.

I'm still learning it.

What did I miss?

Plenty.

Why don't you and Timmy

go finish your homework

and leave the cleaning

to your father and me?

What took

you so long?

All the papers are gone.

The file boxes too.

I ended up searching all

my mother's hat boxes,

and in one,

I found this.

Timmy: Granite Flats

First National.

It has to be to a

safe deposit box.

They must have moved the

records to the bank.

And that's where we're

going to have to go.

Yeah.

That's were we're

going to have to go.

Why are you

smiling like that?

I was just thinking,

you're a mystery.

That we're going

to solve.

John: One heck of a

trial week, Hershel.

Yeah.

You still offering

me a job?

John: I'll be real disappointed

if you don't take it.

Thank you, Chief.

Agent Scott.

Officer Jenkins.

[chuckling]

John, I spoke with the

director himself today.

He's aware of your

contribution to this,

along with everything else

you've done for the past year,

and he's authorized me

to make you an offer.

Special agent, posted

in Washington.

Words won't get the job done,

but I know you know my heart.

Half of the ladies

probably bought from me

because I'm married to that

handsome Chief Sanders.

Though Mrs. Peterman

thinks that you're lacking

in the brains department.

She said that?

No, she said

"thick-headed oaf".

But she ordered $22

worth of cosmetics.

That sounds like a

banner day, hon.

What about you?

Oh, Ezekiel offered

me a job today.

Special agent working

out of D.C.

And you turned him down?

How'd you guess?

You didn't marry a

thick-headed oaf.

I wanted to tell you, I paid

a visit to the Andrews.

Beth was there, but

something was off.

Off how?

I don't know.

It was just the way

they greeted me.

It was like something

was wrong between them,

like they were

hiding something.

Are you asking me

to investigate?

I don't know.

But I will take a kiss.

From a thick-headed oaf?

[laughing]

I have never seen a man

dance so badly before.

I couldn't take my

eyes off of him.

Roy: Fortunately the

jitterbug isn't required

to flatter you too.

Well, if it were, you

wouldn't have any problems,

Mr. Gene Kelly.

Aw shucks.

I just have one question for

you, Lieutenant Milligan.

What's that?

Why would you ever

want to go away?

I don't want

to go away,

but sometimes you

don't have a choice.

I have a choice,

don't I?

I guess you do.

Roy: You definitely

do, honey.

You have a choice.

You can choose to be happy.

You were happy with

Arthur and me,

weren't you,

sweetheart?

Sure I was.

And happy up

in the clouds.

Happy up there too.

I'm just a happy camper,

right, Lieutenant?

Frank: You tell

me, Lieutenant.

You two make a cute couple.

I'm just his nurse.

No, you're not.

No, I'm not.

But you're

my husband.

Roy: And I'm gone.

So am I.

So am I.

So am I.

So am I.

So am I.

Whittison: He's gone.

Doctor Whittison, I--

I spoke to Ronald

and Susan.

Gone where?

I wasn't entrusted

with an address,

only the name

of the city.

City?

You mean he's left

Granite Flats?

I'm afraid so, though not

of his own volition.

Nurse Milligan, believe

me when I tell you,

we are going to

get him back.

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Narrator: Next time

on Granite Flats...

Ashmeade: Madman is

already in play.

I think something

is going on.

Susan: You sent a

trained assassin.

Ashmeade: He needed to die.

You're the only one I

can count on, Timmy.

Timmy: Are you ready to find

out where you were born?

I know you're Eagle.

Beth on speaker:

Today's the day.

Narrator: Next time

on Granite Flats.