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♪♪

Woman: [singing]

♪♪ Sleep my child ♪

♪ and peace attend thee, ♪

♪ all through the night. ♪♪

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Woman [on phone]:

Hello, Frank.

Hi, Beth.

Beth: Today's the day.

[foreboding music]

I understand.

Beth: There is an envelope

on the floor by the door.

I want you to read the note

in the envelope,

and then I want you

to follow every instruction

to the letter,

understood?

Frank: Of course, Beth.

Beth [on recording]:

Please repeat

what I just said, Frank.

Frank: You want me to follow

every instruction

to the letter.

Beth: Good, Frank.

We'll have

no further contact.

You will not

fail me, Frank.

I am so proud of you.

♪♪

♪♪

[music intensifies]

Hello,

I’m Lieutenant Frank Quincy.

[gunshots]

♪♪

♪♪ How long

'til the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long

can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever wanna say ♪

♪ goodnight, my love. ♪♪

♪♪

So, what's for breakfast?

That depends

entirely

on what you want

for breakfast.

Do you like eggs?

I do.

Scrambled or fried?

Scrambled.

When I agreed

to watch you

while your mother went

to care for your Aunt Helen,

I had no idea

I’d be getting a personal chef

in the bargain.

My dad was

a pretty good cook.

He taught me

how to make a few things.

Now my mom

usually does all the cooking.

Well, you're welcome to cook

as long as you're here.

Timmy: You'll be there, right?

You got my money?

You said

I could pay you after.

Changed my mind,

I want it now.

Come on, John.

Or I could not be there.

Maybe they'll think

you're 18.

We agreed on three.

I know, I know.

All this for some

worthless comic books.

Do you want the money,

or don't you?

You're 45 cents short.

I know.

I’ll get it.

You better.

[door closes]

Jeff's taking forever

in there.

I’m sure he's nearly done.

Timmy, how's Arthur?

Is he enjoying his stay

with Dr. Whittison?

I guess.

I haven't really

talked to him much.

Well, I know

his mother left suddenly

but I certainly hope she knows

that he's always welcome here.

I’m sure she does, hon.

Where's breakfast,

already?

That's what I said.

Your brother

has been working very hard,

you can give him

another moment.

I’d feel terrible if Beth

felt that she couldn't ask us.

Here we go.

John: She probably knows

we have our hands

full these days.

We've had a few

changes around here.

I suppose.

I just want to make sure she

knows that we're here for her.

Sue.

Mm.

Delicious.

Not bad.

Not bad?

These are the best pancakes

I’ve ever had.

Other than yours.

Is that cinnamon?

Jeff: And nutmeg,

plus a tiny bit of ginger.

What made you

think of that?

Jeff: It just came to me,

I guess.

Well, you have a knack.

Looks like from now on,

you're in charge of breakfast.

[murmurs of agreement]

You know my Avon rounds take

me right past the Milligans'.

I’m sure no one

is checking the mail

or watering her plants.

Boy Jeff, these sure are

some good hotcakes.

[all agreeing]

Checkmate.

Tell me again what you have

against backgammon?

Chess forces you

to put yourself in

the mind of your adversary,

anticipating what he'll do

so you can get there first.

Is that right?

Besides,

two Russians playing chess

is tantamount

to the national religion.

Should you ever

find yourself there,

it would help you fit in.

Go again?

Sure.

♪♪

[whistling

"All Through the Night"]

♪♪

Thank you.

Such a shame

I have to return to D.C.

and the maze of files

that no doubt await me.

Well, I’m glad

we've been able to provide

some respite for you.

Next, you'll be telling me

you'll miss me.

[laughter]

Well, let's not

go that far.

[laughter]

Let's not go that--

She's funny.

Yes, and should

Director McCone concur,

I may soon return

to view

what I’m sure will be your

subsequent MK Ultra successes

and evaluate their use.

I would expect

nothing less, Jim.

[door closes]

Well, that's

the last of it.

Never thought

I’d fit my whole life

in the back

of a truck.

A man's life consists

not in the abundance of things

which he possesses.

How do you do that?

I’m proud of you, Hershel.

Hershel: A lot of men

move into apartments, Pastor.

But I do

take your meaning.

And this moment

shouldn't be allowed to pass

without me relating

my gratitude to both of you.

You believed in me

when nobody else did,

including yours truly.

Pastor Todd: Give yourself

some credit there.

A lesser man would have

turned tail and run.

You used your setbacks,

reassessed where

you were heading,

and most important

of all,

rededicated yourself

to your son.

That's the kind of man

I believe.

I just needed another cop.

[laughter]

♪♪

Nope, I felt that.

And, I still have

the key.

Sorry, I guess

I’m just nervous.

On account of how hard it is

to pick someone's pocket.

Our entire plan

hinges on this.

That doesn't make me

feel any less nervous.

Maybe we should

switch roles.

You mean, you take the key

out of my pocket?

Maybe the manager will just

leave the key on the desk.

We can't depend on maybes.

Okay.

♪♪

Did you feel anything?

Um, not really.

Again.

And this time,

don't make it so easy for me.

♪♪

Timmy!

What's going on?

Timmy: Arthur, hi!

Hello, Arthur.

We were just practicing

a detective move

in case we ever need it.

For you know, a case.

Do we have a case?

Not really,

I mean no.

We haven't

had a case in weeks.

We can't make people

hire us.

Arthur: Fair enough.

But, we haven't even

talked about the cipher

or the codebook, either.

Do you guys even

care about that anymore?

Sure we do, Arthur.

It's just,

we've been busy concentrating

on school right now.

But we'll get back to it.

Oh, okay.

So, how's

staying with Dr. Whittison?

I bet he's really strict.

Actually, he's pretty swell.

Madeline: So, I assume you've

abandoned any notion

that he's the Eagle

from the cipher?

Oh yeah, I gave up on that

a while ago.

He's a good guy,

just like your parents say.

Well, better get to class.

Do you think

we should tell him?

About Operation Orphan?

Please don't name

an operation after me.

Well, what else

should we call it?

It doesn't matter.

It'll be over soon,

and no, I don't think

it makes sense to tell Arthur.

The key to any good

clandestine operation

is to keep

the circle small.

Strictly need-to-know.

Just the two of us.

Right.

♪♪

That was quite possibly

some of the best salmon

I’ve ever had.

Superlative,

much like your work.

And we're

just getting started.

Indeed.

[yawning]

Forgive me, I don't know

where that came from.

More lemonade?

No, I’m fine thank you.

Susan: We're, of course,

very proud of the

work we're doing.

As you should be.

[yawns]

I don't know

why I’m so tired.

Because

we gave you a sedative.

[intense music begins]

Excuse me?

In your lemonade.

♪♪

Now it's time for dessert.

[gurgles]

[singing] ♪♪ Sleep my child ♪

♪ and peace attend thee, ♪

♪ all through the night. ♪

♪ Guardian angels, ♪

♪ God will send thee. ♪♪

Professor Hargraves?

Tim Tim!

I wanted to

return your book.

And did you

have a chance

to share any of

Mr. Whitman's work

with the enchanting

Miss Andrews?

I did.

And how did

she respond?

She liked it,

I think.

But it's hard

to be sure.

Or are you sure

that you think?

I sense in you

a clear ability to see beyond

the surface of things,

Miss Andrews

being a prime example.

She is not your typical

all-American girl.

Yet you managed to see

a true connection there.

She's Korean?

And how did she come to be

on these shores

and acquire that most European

of names, Madeline Andrews?

She was adopted

from an orphanage in Korea.

An orphan?

Well, the plot thickens.

How did her parents

come to be anywhere near

a Korean orphanage?

Well, they're scientists

and they work for the army.

So I guess

they were over there

doing something

for the army.

Hm.

Hello, Professor.

My dear, I trust

your ears are burning.

Sir?

Pay me no mind.

You have come

for this young scholar?

I have.

Thanks again for the poetry,

Professor Hargraves.

"Good night,

sweet prince and princess,

and flights of angels

sing thee to thy rest."

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

We still have to go

pick up the comics.

We don't want

to be late.

It's not going to matter

if we don't get the

rest of his money.

I found a dime.

I’ve got a nickel

and one, two, three,

four, five, six pennies.

We're almost there.

A quarter.

That's it!

And a penny to spare.

We're a good team.

I concur.

All right, let's go.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Regina: I suppose

I’ve never been in a situation

quite like this one.

I mean obviously I’ve been in

situations like this before,

as I’m sure has Todd,

Pastor Todd.

The difference is,

now I have responsibilities.

Namely you.

Which, of course,

I am grateful for.

Sometimes, two people

who are friends--

Friends?

No, but--

When Samson

first met Delilah--

Oh!

So now I’m Delilah?

Bad example.

When I was 15,

my mother--

You guys are going

steady, right?

We are.

Yes.

I kind of

figured that out.

We just wanted you

to know

that it doesn't

change anything for you.

Why would it?

And that you're

okay with it?

Why wouldn't I be?

No reason at all.

Can I go upstairs now?

Yes, go.

Thank you.

[laughter]

[phone dial turning]

[phone rings]

Hello Helen,

my name is June Sanders.

I’m a friend

of Beth Milligan's,

your niece.

Oh, I see.

Is everything all right

with Beth?

Well, I was hoping

to speak to her.

All right.

[mysterious music]

Is she there?

Beth here?

Goodness, no.

Right, well,

when she gets back,

will you let her know

that if she needs

to extend her visit,

Arthur is welcome

to stay with us.

Dear, I don't quite follow.

I haven't seen Beth

since she and Arthur moved

to Colorado after Roy passed.

I must have my lines crossed.

I’m so sorry to bother you.

All right, goodbye.

♪♪

[groans]

[distorted] Jim.

How are you feeling, Jim?

Jim [muffled]: Splendid,

thank you.

My gosh,

you are so beautiful.

I don't think so,

Romeo.

Hey.

Susan: [distorted] I need to

ask you a question, Jim,

and it's very important

that you answer me truthfully.

Can you do that, Jim?

[echoing]

It's a simple question.

[hazy] Where is Frank Quincy?

Frank Quincy, Frank Quincy.

Frank Quincy.

Um, he's--

he's uh--

[mumbling] I can't

tell you that.

It's classified.

[hazy] There are no secrets

between us, Jim.

Oh, but there are.

[speedily distorting]

Jim, tell me

where

Lieutenant Quincy is.

He, um--

I can't tell you.

I’m sorry.

I want to.

Susan.

Why don't you

shut your eyes, Jim,

and think very seriously

about answering my questions.

Okay.

Let's increase the dose.

This isn't

an exact science.

We've no guarantee

an increased dose will result

in greater pliancy.

It may knock him out.

Ronald: He clearly

wants to talk,

just not about

Lieutenant Quincy.

Let's engage him

on another topic.

Open your eyes, Jim.

Millard is going to

speak to you now.

Hmm?

Susan: Millard is going to

speak to you,

and you

are going to reply truthfully.

Oh, okay.

Do you understand?

I understand.

[echoing hazily] We know

you've been keeping

a good many secrets

from us, Jim.

Hello, Millard.

Well, that's part of the

job description, Millard.

For the agency's

chief mole hunter,

secrets are

a cumbersome necessity.

Well, I have

a secret to tell you.

Oh.

There are those at the

highest level of the agency

who are under the impression

that you're the mole.

[echoing] ...you're the mole.

So tell me, how long have you

been working for the KGB?

[punch]

Bet chess is sounding pretty

good right now, huh?

Are you kidding me?

I could do this all day.

Me too.

[scuffling]

Always pays

to know what your

adversary is thinking.

So I’m your

adversary now, huh?

[thuds]

[grunting]

Who knows his

adversary now, huh?

Getting lucky doesn't count.

[groaning]

[gasping]

[thud]

[breathing heavily]

♪♪

Hello,

I’m Lieutenant Frank Quincy.

♪♪

[fire crackling]

[music intensifies]

Ashmeade: For the last time,

I do not work for the KGB.

Not formally, no.

But it's clear you were turned

at some point.

Perhaps at Yale?

I suspect it was

after the war ended,

when you were

stationed in italy.

Fantasy.

And since then,

you've risen to this

vaunted position in the agency,

Head of

Counter-Intelligence.

Chief mole hunter.

Not only have you managed

to convince nearly everyone

that the government

is rife with moles,

you amassed remarkable

resources to ferret them out.

Susan: Giving you

unfettered access

to every corner of the agency.

Including

our little corner here.

How many moles have you

actually ensnared, Jim?

Susan: Answer the question.

Ensnared?

None, I’ve ensnared none.

Millard: Hm, I wonder.

What would be the most

effective way

for the KGB to paralyze

the efforts of the CIA?

A massive mole hunt.

But it would never unearth

a single mole.

Because the mole hunter

himself was the mole all along.

[stammering]

You can't possibly think that.

Millard: It's not a question

of what we think, Jim.

It's what

Director McCone thinks.

Director McCone?

Millard: Yes.

After Major Kirkpatrick

was killed, he contacted me.

He saw an opportunity

to lure you in:

would you take the bait

and try to take control

of Project Madman?

[echoing] Yes, you would.

[stammering]

Then all this

has been a trap?

All along?

What about

the uh, the Andrews?

I mean the adoption;

it was 13 years ago.

We used what we had.

Susan: We dangled something

in front of you

to make you believe

you could exert

leverage over us.

And that's precisely

what you did.

At which point

it became obvious

that your motive was not

the protection of our nation,

but rather

quite the opposite,

which is why

you need Project Madman.

To further the goals

of your KGB masters.

No, no, no.

Gaining control of Madman

proves that I’m not the mole.

An actual mole would have

sabotaged the project.

Susan: Isn't that

what you've done?

Taken our best asset

away from us?

[chuckling]

You fools.

You don't understand

anything, do you?

Madman

is already in play.

[laughs] Oops.

Shh.

[chuckling]

♪♪

This is your key.

Keep it safe.

And when you need

to access your comic books--

Not my comic books.

Banker: Understood.

When you

want to access your box,

you'll always need your key

and my master key.

Now you.

[crashes]

Timmy: Holy smokes,

I’m so sorry.

Banker: Not to worry,

it's close quarters.

Timmy!

Banker: Well,

I’ll leave you to it.

All right,

get your funny books in.

Actually, would it

be possible for me

to get a moment alone

with Madeline?

You little devil.

Five minutes.

Any longer,

and Dad will kill me.

We did it.

♪♪

Are you ready to find out

where you were born?

♪♪

What's MK Ultra?

Susan: Who has

Lieutenant Quincy

been sent to kill?

Oh, someone

my informant told me

has been in the pocket

of the Soviets.

Probably for decades.

A fiendishly clever mole,

right at the top

of the government.

You're

the fiendishly clever mole,

hiding in plain sight.

I will not tell you again

that I am not a mole!

I am a loyal patriot,

willing to do

whatever is necessary

to rid this nation of

the scourge of communism!

And when Madman has

accomplished his goal,

you will see

that I am not a traitor.

I am in the business

of eliminating traitors.

Traitors like who?

Who's the target?

What time is it?

Four o'clock.

Ronald, please!

Oh, oh dear.

[clicks tongue]

You're too late.

Yes, switch on the television,

any minute now

they'll be reporting

that a mad man

shot and killed

Chief Justice Earl Warren

as he was arriving home

and then turned

the gun on himself.

You sent a trained assassin

to murder Justice Warren?

I did whatever is necessary.

The man was a traitor.

He needed to die.

Did you get all that,

Agent Scott?

Loud and clear,

Dr. Andrews.

[echoing] ...loud and clear.

When did he?

Millard: I believe you have

a call to make, Agent Scott.

♪♪

Agent Scott here.

You're going to have to

reach the chief justice.

At his home!

You heard me.

[scoffs]

[chuckling]

You're too late,

it's already done.

Did I say four o'clock?

I meant 2:50.

♪♪

♪♪

Frank!

Frank!

The mission

is aborted, Frank.

Holster your weapon.

No, no, no, don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Put the gun down.

They're friends.

Let Agent Scott know

we're safe.

It's over.

It's all over.

Timmy: My brother

will be back any minute.

We need

to put this stuff back.

No, we don't.

Put the files in here.

Madeline!

Hurry!

What's going on?

Timmy: You were right,

it was stupid to store

my comic books here.

All right, but I’m not

giving the money back.

Fine.

♪♪

Thank you.

[groaning]

[groaning]

Okay, what's going on?

Millard:

Your mission failed, Jim.

What mission,

what are you talking about?

You're telling tales

out of school.

♪♪

What have

you done, Millard?

I haven't done anything.

But you.

Susan [on recording]:

You sent a trained assassin

to murder Justice Warren?

Ashmeade [on recording]:

I did whatever is necessary.

The man was a traitor,

he needed to die.

♪♪

Millard: You will leave

the Andrews

and their daughter alone

and you'll never involve

yourself in my affairs again.

And should you ever

have the urge to retaliate,

know that we'll simply

turn over the tapes

and report your treason

to Director McCone,

the president,

and the chief justice,

as well as J. Edgar Hoover,

who, for now,

is ignorant of this operation.

Though no doubt it would give

Agent Scott enormous pleasure

to dispel his ignorance.

♪♪

Agreed.

Good.

You have a car waiting.

Then I shall take my leave.

♪♪

Until we meet again.

♪♪

♪♪

Thank you.

Merely fulfilling my part

of our agreement.

Yes,

though for my part of it,

I’m uncertain

how I can aid you

in uncovering

Major Kirkpatrick's network.

I’m confident

that working together,

we'll find a way.

My brother in secrets.

[laughter]

So.

Regina said,

as far as she's concerned,

I can live here

'til college.

You pleased to hear that?

Sure, I guess,

but, I was thinking

maybe since you got the new job

and a new place

that maybe we could--

You sure you'd want

to live with me?

After all the turmoil and

upheaval I put you through?

But you're better now.

I want to be better, son.

But I ain't there yet.

Judge knows that,

Regina knows that,

I know you know that.

But hey, no matter where I’m

living or where you're living,

I’m always your dad,

and you're always my son.

Then why can't we just--

Because I’m still

aiming to be a better dad.

Oh.

Okay.

Then I’ll

aim to be a better son.

That ain't possible.

You're as good a son

as ever was.

Ah, there she is.

Perfect timing,

dinner is almost ready.

I’m afraid I already ate

at Timmy's.

Susan: Well, that's fine.

You can just sit

and visit with us, sweetheart.

How was your day?

Fine.

Is there

something wrong?

I think

I’m just tired.

I should

get ready for bed.

All right, darling.

♪♪

♪♪

She's a teenager.

We will have many

family dinners to come.

She's safe now.

[muffled crying]

So, Beth wasn't at her aunt's

when you called.

She went out?

That's what I first thought,

but Helen's not sick.

Beth didn't visit her,

period.

So, where is she?

I don't know.

But, it made me remember

how the other day

when I bumped into her

at the Andrews',

she was acting

so strangely.

Do you remember?

I do.

I think

something is going on.

♪♪

I assume

you're looking forward

to your mother's

imminent return.

I don't know,

I kind of like it

better over here.

I suppose at your age,

a break from mothering

could be viewed as welcome,

even when

the mother in question

is as wonderful

as yours.

See, you're not like

most adults.

You're more direct.

You answer

every question I ask.

I see.

And is there a particular

question you'd like to ask?

♪♪

If I told you I had proof that

Slim Kirkpatrick was a spy,

what would you tell me

about how he died?

Well, first I’d ask

to see that proof.

♪♪

Millard: And how, pray tell,

did these come to be

in your possession?

I found them

in Slim's house,

right before

the FBI showed up.

Who else

knows about this?

No one.

I know you're Eagle.

At least, I think so,

and I’m pretty sure

the Andrews are Lark and Dove.

You seem to know

a great deal.

But what I don't know

is who the plumber is.

That appears

to be the question.

[ringing]

[knocks]

Hey, Casanova, your

girlfriend's on the phone.

Hello?

Madeline: Timmy?

Are you okay?

No.

What do you want to do?

Wake up and find out

it was all a dream.

Timmy: All of it?

All of it.

Except you.

You're the only one

I can count on, Timmy.

You can.

You know you can.

[laughs] I’m nodding.

I’m glad.

Tomorrow, we'll start

to figure this out, okay?

Okay.

Good night, sweet prince.

Good night, sweet princess.

[phones hanging up]

[screaming]

[screaming]

It's okay.

[screaming]

Shh.

You're okay.

Shh, shh.

You're okay.

[panting]

How long have I been out?

Three hours.

This time.

What day is it?

It's Friday,

about 2:30.

You were screaming.

[breathing heavily]

I was dreaming

I’d shot you.

I don't think

you would have done that.

Unless they'd gotten you

to tell me to do it.

This is what

it's all been about.

All my training,

this is why

we have to get those files

when we get back

and blow the whistle

on this whole program.

[intense music begins]

What?

♪♪

Beth?

We can't

blow the whistle.

What do you mean?

That's the agreement

I made with Dr. Whittison:

we can't tell anyone

about MK Ultra.

Why would you

have agreed to that?

To save your life.

So someone else

can die next?

Frank,

Dr. Whittison didn't send you

to kill the chief justice.

That doesn't matter.

I’ve been programmed

to do things I would never do.

Those boys

in the program,

who knows what they're

being trained to do.

What's being

done with them?

Frank, I didn't

have a choice!

You were going to shoot

the chief justice

and then kill yourself.

[doors opening]

[distant crying]

Man [outside]: Hey,

turn on your television sets.

Television announcer:

From Dallas, Texas,

the flash apparently official,

President Kennedy died

at 1:00 p.m.

Central Standard Time,

2 o'clock

Eastern Standard Time

some 38 minutes ago.

Vice President Lyndon Johnson

has left the hospital in Dallas

but we do not know

to where he has proceeded.

Presumably, he will be taking

the oath of office shortly

and become the 36th president

of the United States.

I love you.

I love you.

From Dallas, Texas...

[Russian translation]

♪♪