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Narrator: And now,

an exclusive recap

of the BYUtv original

series, Granite Flats.

Hargraves: What does that

sound like to you, glasses?

Kinda fishy.

I concur.

Kind of fishy, indeed.

Arthur: My dad died

suddenly when I was 12.

Hargraves: I'm terribly

sorry to hear that.

Regina: Uh, Nurse Milligan,

Lieutenant Quincy.

Frank'll do.

Beth is fine

for me.

Beth.

Milligan?

That's right.

A man came to see

me at Edward's.

That man was Whittison,

developing some kind of

conscious memory control.

There's no one else

I can trust.

[explosion]

Into the basement!

Hershel: The explosion at

the shop, that was my doing.

Boy's better off without.

Needs to get on his own feet.

Regina: I want to

adopt you, Wallace.

For real.

John: You didn't kill Ronnie,

and you didn't

blow up your shop!

You just want out!

Leaving your son the

way your wife left you,

you wanna put

that on Wallace?!

I'd say it was a

Soviet satellite.

John: This is a

dangerous world,

and that's why

we keep secrets.

Ezekiel: The truck

was hijacked.

What about who took it?

Slim: This is Victor,

calling for the plumber.

Zelda: Deliver on MK Ultra.

We'll get you an exit.

Whittison: Herein lies the

complete Granite Flats division

of MK Ultra.

Zelda: It seems to have been

lost in the shuffle somehow.

Regina: S-Slim?

W-w-what are you doing?

Where's Whittison?

Whittison: What have

they promised you?

How long do you think before

their gun is pointed at you?

Don't let them play you.

[gunshot]

John: Slim didn't

shoot himself.

I killed him.

Ezekiel: Nothing you could do

to change what happened, John.

Hello, Millard.

Fascinating.

Is he always this

responsive?

Whittison: Whenever Nurse

Milligan's involved, yes.

Ashmeade: I'll be taking

control of Project Madman.

Timmy: What's MK Ultra?

Arthur: I found them

in Slim's house.

Ashmeade: I had occasion

to be stationed in Seoul,

shortly after your

parents' time there,

exemplified by taking you in.

Are you aware of how

that came to pass?

My parents are lying to me.

Hargraves: It is a

horrible revelation.

Ronald: Ashmeade says he

will send Madeline back

to North Korea.

Whittison: No one man should

be given as much power

as Ashmeade wields.

[laughing]

Ashmeade: I'm a man accustomed

to having my wishes granted.

Susan: You sent a

trained assassin.

I did whatever

is necessary.

Frank!

The mission is aborted, Frank.

[sirens]

♪

[door opens]

[door closes]

They say Mr. Churchill

resembles a bulldog.

Are you familiar

with the animal?

Bred to crouch low as

they approach a bull,

they leap up, grab it by the

nose with their ferocious jaws,

and never let go.

Which the English are

hoping their bulldog there

can do to the Führer.

Daniel Schlegel.

♪

♪

This was cleverly made.

Did you make

it yourself?

My father did it.

Ah.

Come, sit.

You've experienced a

tragic loss, Daniel.

But I want you to understand

that tragedy has the power

to inspire, to bring

forth heroes.

Throughout history,

the greatest heroes aren't

depicted in paintings.

Their names are unknown

because our most vital

heroes labor in secret.

You brought forth

secrets from Germany.

You're very good at keeping

secrets, aren't you?

Your feelings about what the

Nazis did to your parents,

are those feelings secret?

No.

Tell me.

I want to burn them all as they

burned my mother and father.

I would like to train you

in the way of secrets,

give you a new identity,

and send you back

into the lion's den

so that you can burn it

to the ground.

My name is Whittison.

Whittison: That boy

became my finest agent

because he refused to let

the loss of his father

and his mother

defeat him.

You know the question

I'm going to ask.

What's your answer?

I won't let

it defeat me.

Good boy.

[car door shutting]

I'm Alice White.

You won't remember me

Arthur, but I remember you.

I'm so, so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

♪

♪ How long 'til the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ Good night, my love ♪

♪

♪

Hershel: See anything

that escaped your notice

the other three times we went

up here in the last two weeks?

You know who doesn't

find the answer?

People who quit

asking the question.

Faith is the evidence

of things not seen.

You weren't just sleeping

in the church basement.

Yeah, except the

apostle wasn't a cop.

In fact, as you're

doubtless aware,

before he heard the

voice of the Lord,

he was in on a

pretty big murder.

Maybe we should ask him

what happened up here?

[knock]

Timmy: Coming.

I wanted to have a quiet word

with you before breakfast.

Sure Mom.

I spoke with Dr.

Whittison last night.

Arthur will be returning

to school today,

and Dr. Whittison is hoping

to convince Arthur's aunt

to allow him to

complete the year.

Mm-hm.

I'm going to invite them over

for dinner this weekend.

Mom--

I would like you to

consider that whatever hurt

you are feeling cannot

compare to his loss.

Mom, he wouldn't even talk

to me at the funeral.

I know.

But still I ask that you welcome

him when you see him today.

He hates me.

Do you hate him?

That is all that matters.

It'd be easier if

Madeline could...

Timmy, you know

that's not an option.

[knock]

Yes?

Your father found this between

the couch cushions last night.

What is it?

You know perfectly well

what it is, young lady.

An F?

It's English,

not biology.

I didn't think

you'd care.

Of course we care.

This afternoon your

father will bring you

to the tutoring session

Professor Hargraves so

graciously offered.

What?

No, I don't need that.

It's not as if the material

is incomprehensible.

No, nor are you.

We understand exactly

what you are doing,

but you must understand

that you're not hurting us

with your behavior,

you're hurting yourself.

5 o'clock.

Be ready.

♪

I guess I'm tardy.

Where's the kid?

Departed

for school.

I trust you

slept well.

Why would you trust that?

Or mistrust it?

Why would trust be involved

in my sleep at all?

Forgive me if my choice of

words has caused offense.

No offense, it's

just irritating.

Miss White---

I told you three times last

night to call me Alice.

Indeed you did.

And you're not

going to do that.

Alice, have you considered my

proposal to keep Arthur here

at least until the

school year has ended?

Why wouldn't I have

considered it?

Well, it's simply in the

best interests of Arthur.

The best interests?

Doc, we are well beyond

those, don't you think?

Best interest of a child is

to keep both their parents

until they turn at least

18 for crying out loud.

Miss White--

Alice.

Alice.

When did you concoct this

little scheme, your proposal?

Shortly after learning of your

existence in your sister's will.

No flies on you, Doc.

Speaking of which, I'm

due at the hospital.

Perhaps tonight we can

further discuss...

Your proposal?

I accept.

We'll move in today

after school.

Good.

In anticipation, I had

the furniture installed.

The apartment keys

are at the hospital.

They'll be waiting for

you at the front desk.

[bell ringing]

Hey, your old man's been up at

the crack of dawn today too?

Yeah.

Why didn't you stay with Regina

if your dad had to work early?

Weekends are my dad's.

We like to stick to the

rules, my weird family.

Hey, Timmy--

Want something?

To welcome you back.

Who told you

to say that?

Your mommy or

your daddy?

Arthur, come on.

Arthur: Come on?

Where are we going?

Headquarters?

♪

Susan: But you understand

that the work we do

on the special

ward is classified.

Regina: Of course.

And were we to move

your duties here,

that would present

no problem for you?

Well, should it?

Not at all.

So, we'll begin to run through

a series of security questions.

But first I want to say I

know you and Beth were close.

I hope you can

see the prospect

of you stepping into her shoes

as a way of honoring her.

That's exactly

how I see it.

As do we all.

Who wants lemonade?

Who wants lemonade?

[car door shutting]

I already confirmed the

brake cable wasn't cut.

What are we looking

for, then?

Evidence of

things not seen.

All right.

Best get the coveralls.

[intense epic music]

♪

[shattering]

[explosion]

Susan: And when you

open your eyes,

you'll be in a place

that feels safe,

a place where nothing

bad can happen to you.

Three, two, one.

Open.

Where are we, Regina?

My room.

When you were a girl?

Good.

Now Regina, we have a problem

and we need your assistance.

We're looking for someone

called the Plumber.

Do you know who I mean?

Mr. Donatelli?

Is he the plumber

your parents used?

No, we're looking

for someone else.

We don't know his name, we

simply know him as the Plumber.

We believe you may

have heard of him,

but the moment

passed so quickly

and seemed so unimportant

that it's not on the surface

of your consciousness

but is hidden deep

inside your mind.

Do you enjoy gardening?

Digging in the dirt?

Splendid.

And isn't it much more

fun with a companion?

To help you dig

out this memory,

we're going to

bring in a friend.

Regina, this is

Slim Kirkpatrick.

Say hello to Slim.

Hello Slim.

Hello Regina.

♪

I'm trying to remember if

you and I were ever together

when we met someone

unexpected.

Unexpected?

Perhaps an old friend

or distant relative.

Slim never talked

about family.

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

We were not to

be disturbed.

Who put the phone

in my room?

That's an alarm

clock, Regina.

Is it time

to wake up?

No, it's time to

close your eyes.

I'll tell him.

Fine, I won't

be a moment.

[footsteps]

[footsteps]

Alice--

There, that

wasn't so hard.

I left the keys at

the front desk.

I got them.

But I thought we might have

ourselves a bit of a jaw.

Come on in, take

a load off.

♪

Susan: The concern is that the

longer the hypnotic state lasts

without guidance, the

further she gets from us.

Let's press on.

We'll update the

doctor later.

Regina, when you

open your eyes

you're going to

be on Main Street

right here in

Granite Flats.

Three, two, one.

Open.

Have you recalled any unexpected

encounters you may have had

when you and Slim

were together?

Maybe with a lady

selling Avon?

On Main Street?

Anywhere, maybe

my house.

Are you

teasing me?

No.

In fact, this is

terribly important.

You see, if you

can't help me,

I'm afraid something's going to

happen to Wallace over there.

Susan: Think, Regina, of a

time when you were with Slim

and you run into someone.

We almost ran into him.

What?

Watch out!

You almost

hit him.

Who?

Mr. Dinsmore.

Mr. Dinsmore who lived in the

old barn outside of town?

Yes, he was

out walking.

He tried to sell

us some squirrels.

Could I interest you

in some squirrels?

We let him

in the car?

It wasn't my idea, but

you said it was raining.

Sure.

It was the right

thing to do.

Did he sell you

any squirrels?

Oh gosh, no.

He tried, but we

politely declined.

Remind me what

happened then.

He started reciting

that poem.

Which one?

"'Twas brillig, and the slithy

toves did gyre and gimble

"in the wabe:

"All mimsy were the borogroves,

and the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the

Jabberwock, my son!

"The jaws that bite,

the claws that catch!

"Beware the Jubjub bird,

and shun the frumious

Bandersnatch!"

Whittison: And at her

request, I began tutoring him

which has been ongoing

for nearly half a year.

Were you my

sister's honey?

Don't be absurd.

You're not married.

Correct, I'm a widower.

What happened to the

Mrs. Dr. Whittison?

She passed away.

Leaving you free to snuggle

with a pretty widow nurse.

Alice, I have

actual work to do.

You're paying for an

apartment for me and her kid.

I want to know if your

motive is guilt or love.

What if it's moral

obligation?

How many little

Whittisons you got?

I had a son, he was

killed in Korea.

Ah, so Arthur's

a replacement.

What was his name?

Henry, and Arthur is most

certainly not a replacement.

What, because

they're not alike?

What is it you're

trying to discover?

Anything you can tell

me about my nephew

that isn't couched

in nicety.

I could give a fig

about social grace.

You don't say.

And I feel the same

way about sarcasm,

which I've come to view

as a weapon of the weak.

I assure you, I

am far from weak.

I am, terribly, and I've

never been a parent.

So I would like to call on

your strength and experience,

vis-a-vis the lad, if

that's all right with you.

[knock]

Millard, Nurse Clark's

finished with her interview.

Hello, Susan Andrews.

Alice White, sister of the

recently dead Nurse Milligan.

My sincere

condolences, Alice.

Thank you.

Are you his

girlfriend?

Oh, no.

I'm married.

That doesn't

bother some.

It's nice

meeting you.

Thanks for the

chat, Doc.

I won't keep you.

Timmy: "I understand the

large hearts of heroes,

"The courage of present

times and all times;

"How the skipper saw the

crowded and rudderless wreck

"of the steam-ship,

and Death chasing it

"up and down the storm,

"How he knuckled tight,

and gave not back an inch,

"and was faithful of days

and faithful of nights,

"And chalk'd in large

letters, on a board,

"Be of good cheer, we

will not desert you:

"How he saved the

drifting company at last:

"How the lank loosed-

gown'd women look'd

"when boated from the side

of their prepared graves;

"How the silent old-faced

infants, and the lifted sick,

"and the sharp-lipp'd

unshaved men:

"All this I swallow,

it tastes good,

"I like it well,

it becomes mine,

I am the man, I

suffer'd, I was there."

Obliged, Tim Tim.

1854.

The ship the San Francisco

is wrecked in the Caribbean.

Over 400 souls are lost.

A brave captain

risks his own life

to save over a

thousand survivors.

This is the story Mr.

Whitman is memorializing.

"Be of good cheer, we

will not desert you."

Mr. Whitman is telling us

that just as calamity

has a power to destroy,

it has a power to unite.

How?

We simply must swallow

whole the life experience

of our brothers

and sisters.

We must be able to look at

another and see ourselves

and say, as Mr. Whitman

told us, "I was the man.

I suffered, I was there."

We are so glad to welcome

you back into our company,

Mr. Milligan.

No evidence of foul

play that I can locate.

Are you disappointed?

That nobody tried to

murder my friend?

That you can't fix

that she's dead.

Whittison: And then what?

Then, Dinsmore asked Slim

if he knew the origins

of the poem, he didn't

but Regina did.

Through the Looking Glass.

He offered her a squirrel as

a prize, which she declined,

and then asked to be

let out of the car.

And that concluded

your interview?

She had nothing

else to offer.

We told Agent Scott of

the children's history

with Dinsmore's barn.

And you deem this

worth pursuing?

Ezekiel: The last couple

of couriers we arrested

were dead ends, and all we

know about the Avon lady

is she is not an Avon lady.

I need to find the Plumber and

I'm running out of options,

so I am not beneath

searching barns.

Then I suppose you have

some phone calls to make,

Agent Scott.

Oh, you're out here.

I've been trying to

get you on the radio.

We were occupied.

Sorry, Wendy.

Well, Mrs. Cane's called

three times about a baseball

that went through

her window,

and Mr. Towne says

he's lost his sheep,

and the Chillcots want to

talk to you about a varmint?

They said you'd know

what that meant.

Just give me

the messages.

♪

A letter came for

you by messenger.

Oh, thanks Wendy.

Oh and Chief, Agent

Scott just called.

♪

Keep up, Arthur!

Arthur?

What are you doing here?

Moving in.

I thought you were

living with the doctor.

Yeah, I thought

so too.

This is--

Alice White, his

long-lost aunt.

Ally Jesperson, his

one-time client.

Client?

Yeah, he and his...

Well, I guess you'd

say his former friends

helped me solve

a mystery.

Is that so?

Long time ago.

See you Ally.

[buzzer]

Oh, Dr. Andrews,

Madeline.

Oh, Professor

Hargraves,

Madeline's mother

and I are grateful

for your kind

offer of tutoring.

Oh, I'm confident

it is she

who will soon be

enlightening me.

I'll be back

around 7.

That should

suffice.

See you then.

♪

[door closes]

Thank you so much,

Professor!

I do not require

gratitude.

I require an explanation

from both of you.

Hi.

Hi.

Susan?

Susan: In here.

Your brother arrived

just after you left.

You can imagine my shock.

It was last minute, I

had business in Denver

and I figured I'd hire a

car and buzz on down.

Ronnie?

How you been?

Get out of my house.

I knew if I called you'd

have said not to come.

Correct.

Ronnie--

Susan: Ronald, hear him out.

Is that what

you've been doing?

Yes, that and...

And?

And what?

She's been bringing me

up to speed on Madeline.

Ronald: Susan!

For heaven's sake Ronald,

he's your brother!

He's a bum who should

remember what I told him

the last time we

were together.

I remember, did

you bring a gun?

I don't need a gun.

Susan: Stop it,

both of you.

You're family.

We're family.

Is this how you want

Madeline to see you?

Oh, I don't want Madeline

to see him at all.

Susan: He defended

us to Ashmeade,

have you forgotten that?

The first thing he did when I

opened the door was apologize.

Is it so hard to do

the same to him?

Of course not, I was--

Then do it.

After your associate Mr.

Ashmeade came to visit,

I realized I could hide

forever in New York

and never say what

needed to be said.

I'm an alcoholic.

I've been sober

for 13 months,

I attend meetings

regularly.

I was inappropriate with

your wife six years ago

and I betrayed

your brotherhood.

And from the bottom of

my heart I am sorry.

What did you tell

him about Madeline?

Only that things

aren't well.

You might as well

give him the rest.

She and her friend got into

our private safe deposit box.

How'd they pull that off?

That's what matters?

They took some

of our papers.

Papers?

Papers are none

of your business.

Apparently Madeline was

seeking to verify the details

of her adoption.

It's common for an adolescent

to question their origins.

That much more so when

the child is adopted.

And all this happened when?

November, the day

before the president...

Ah, well.

Five months is a long

time to stay angry.

Susan: We've forbidden her

to interact with the boy.

Wait, boy?

You didn't tell me that

was part of the equation.

You're lucky we're

telling you anything.

Oh, you thought keeping

Juliet away from Romeo

was going to work out well?

Timmy: After they found

the comic books in the box

they got in touch

with the FBI.

Who made an inquiry

at the bank

and learned we had

been in the vault

just a couple of

days before.

They searched our rooms

and found the files.

They were angry.

Exceedingly so.

They forbid us from

having any contact

outside of what might

be required for school.

Ah.

How did you concoct

this elaborate scheme

to rendezvous here?

We communicate through

notes in our lockers.

Hm, you've been declining in

your studies since January.

Have you been planning

this as long?

A good espionage operation

requires verisimilitude

and patience.

Hm.

And you expect me to be a

party to this espionage?

We were just thinking we

could meet here like this

so maybe we could

figure out what to do.

Hm, I am to be your

Friar Laurence,

is that it?

Who?

Um, a lesson for

another time.

Well, what

do you say?

I say Miss Andrews is here

to improve her grade,

you're welcome to

learn alongside us,

and perhaps the two of you

may find a spare moment

to discuss your

familial discord.

But for the nonce, let us

open the work of Mr. Whitman.

♪

Hey there, Officer.

Hey.

What's wrong?

You didn't get

a letter?

Well, I thought they would've

sent a letter to your work

like they did

to mine.

What letter?

Who?

♪

This is it.

Don't feel like you

need to say anything.

I've come to understand that

when somebody's hurting,

best thing you can do is

just to sit with them.

♪

♪

Chief.

Doc.

Here's the warrant

for your records.

We'll lock up.

You mind me asking what

you're looking for?

I don't mind

you asking.

Cute.

John, you're

well aware

that this is a need-

to-know operation.

And yet you have

a civilian here.

Now now, we both know

that's not exactly true.

Go back to

work, John.

Yeah, sure.

Whittison: Chief

rattling his cage?

Wouldn't you, were

you in a cage?

No, I'd be devising

a way out.

Don't fret,

Doctor.

John will not be joining

this investigation.

All right, you all

know the drill.

Take it apart

piece by piece,

and we won't know what we're

looking for until we find it.

So what mystery did you

and your former friends

help Ally Jesperson solve?

It was dopey.

She wanted to know which boy was

writing love letters to her.

And it wasn't you?

Heck no.

Why are the

friends former?

You ask a lot

of questions.

And you, since I've arrived,

have not asked a one.

Did your inquisitiveness depart

along with your friends?

Where are they, anyway?

Around.

Well, you have a good

friend in the good doctor.

He set us up nicely here.

Do you miss your staff

house next door to him?

Now your turn.

Ask me a question.

Are you going to

eat those fries?

♪

"A few quadrillions

of eras,

"a few octillions

of cubic leagues,

"do not hazard the span

or make it impatient,

"They are but parts, any

thing is but a part.

"See ever so far, there is

limitless space outside of that,

"Count ever so much, there is

limitless time around that.

"Our rendezvous is

fitly appointed.

God will be there and

wait until we come."

They finally spoke

to you, didn't they?

These 109-year-old verses.

They did.

Eighteen-fifty-five this was

written.

How did Mr. Whitman know

that you and Tim Tim

would be making a

rendezvous fitly appointed?

I don't know.

"God will be there and

wait until we come."

Are you a person

of faith, my dear?

Her family are

secular humanists.

Ah yes, a

philosophical view

which precludes

contemplation of powers

beyond what we can

show in evidence.

Well, as Edward

de Vere told us,

"There are more things in

heaven and earth, Horatio,

than are dreamt of

in your philosophy."

Let me rephrase.

Do you pray, Madeline?

Well, no.

I've never done so.

Prayer is nothing more

than the desire to connect

with a power that exists

beyond your little self.

Mr. Whitman operated

on that principle

as did Edward de Vere.

What do you desire

in your heart?

For something to change the

way things are with my family.

What could be more

humanist than that?

Ah, the cookie plate

needs replenishing.

It's so good

to see you.

Yes, I mean me

to see you.

There's so many things I've

wanted to talk to you about.

I know, me too.

I thought they'd at least

let us talk at the funeral.

I know, but I looked at you,

then sitting across from me,

and I thought I could tell

what you were thinking about.

What?

What was Arthur's mom

doing in the car

with that patient from

the MK Ultra files?

Ah.

Before we commence

our studies,

what may I ask was

in that bank box?

We shouldn't say.

Believe us, Professor,

it's for your own good.

I've heard that

phrase before.

It distressed me

then as it does now.

I will, however, respect

your admonition.

Cookie?

You know what

I was thinking

as I watched my

wife defending you?

That you wanted to

knock my teeth out?

Of how mother came

to your nickname.

Ah, stolen butter.

And the trail of greasy little

four-year-old fingerprints

that led us to her closet.

I ate that whole stick.

You did.

And all of mother's

anger disappeared

the moment that you smiled.

"Hello Slippery."

I'll never forget

her saying that.

I'm not here to steal

your butter, Ronnie.

Whatever you say,

Slippery.

Shall we?

Take Scottie.

He knows how to

make people smile.

♪

[speaking Russian]

How is my favorite

special counsel

to the American

Ambassador doing?

Buy a lot of nitro.

I have some news you're

not going to like.

I'll be the

judge of that.

Your wife was killed

in an auto accident

in Colorado

three weeks ago.

What?

He swore to me

she'd be safe.

He's not God.

My son?

Wasn't with her.

Who was?

Who was?

Lieutenant Frank Quincy.

What?

I've been given to understand

you two had dealings.

And to make you understand this

was an unanticipated liaison.

I'm done.

No, you have four months left

and an active operation.

I don't care, I'm done.

Your son's in good hands,

you can't do anything

for your wife,

you're in the middle

of something,

and if you don't

finish this

you're going to make some very

important people very angry.

I'm very angry.

♪

My literature

professor at Morehouse

used to frequently caution me

against reading too deeply

into the material.

In this case, I hope

to prove him wrong.

But a man who gets picked

up by the side of the road

solely for the purpose

of reciting a poem

from a book called--

Whittison: Through

the Looking Glass.

[buzzing]

I guess I'll go

out the back.

Thanks, Professor.

Until our next

rendezvous.

♪

Uncle Scottie!

How are you doing,

sweetheart?

Professor Hargraves, my

brother-in-law Scottie Andrews.

Ah, who would appear to be

the answer to a prayer.

♪

♪

Working late?

I could ask the

same of you.

I'm not

working.

Just waiting.

To talk to me?

For you to talk to me.

[laughs]

Well, I don't know what

you want me to say.

How about you start

with why I'm frozen out

of your investigation?

John--

See, that was one of those

rhetorical questions

because now I

know the answer.

Whittison.

Slim's network is tied

to his secret, isn't it?

MK Ultra.

Seeing him with you connected

the dots so I kept connecting.

My friends Ronald and Susan

are involved, aren't they?

And I bet dollars to

donuts Beth was too.

And Frank Quincy.

Is that why Beth is dead

and that boy's an orphan?

She's dead because her car

went off the road in a storm.

Sometimes an accident is

just an accident, John.

Sometimes dots

don't connect.

You turned down Director

Hoover's offer for a reason.

Remember that reason.

You have a job.

Do yours and let

me do mine.

♪

♪

♪

Wallace: Hey, uh, I found a

few more in the basement.

Regina--

I'm sorry.

I knew this

was coming.

As soon as your dad moved

into his place, got his job--

and I am so happy for

you, and your dad.

He's a good man.

He's such a

good man.

You could

always see it.

You were right.

And the judge is right,

you should be with him.

I just wish--

So silly...

♪

I don't know

what to say.

You don't have to

say anything.

Let's just sit here.

Sometimes that's just

the best thing to do.

That's what

your dad said.

I love you, kid.

Love you too.

I'm home, Mom.

How did

tutoring go?

Yeah, it was, it

was really good.

You're so nice to help

Wallace with his studies.

We're friends.

Where's Dad?

Well, that is a

good question.

Work, I presume.

But I will tell him that you

made it home before curfew.

Thanks.

I'll go brush

my teeth now.

Susan: And you were right, she

just lit up when she saw him.

It was the first smile she'd

shown me in five months.

Well, I don't think

she'd be smiling

if she knew what

Scottie really was.

Now darling, Scottie's

more than one mistake.

Why do you keep

defending him?

Ronald.

Denver on business.

Did you call him?

Don't be ridiculous,

of course not.

Okay, look me in

the eye and tell me

that you didn't call

him to come here.

You're acting

paranoid.

Stop it.

It's only paranoia if they're

not conspiring against you.

What happened in

the car ride?

Susan: Nothing, and

you made me bring him.

Ronald: I didn't

think you'd do it!

You missed dinner.

I called the office.

Wendy said that

Agent Scott--

I'm not working

with him, June.

Don't speak to

me like that.

Hold on.

I have work to

do downstairs.

You should just

go to bed.

I'll be up late.

♪

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

Alice: Listen,

bushes are fine

but I really hate

beating around them.

So here's the answer

to the question

you've been too

afraid to ask me.

You've never

heard of me

because I spent the last

12 years as a resident

of the Indiana

Women's Prison.

Aren't you gonna

ask me what for?

What for?

The most dreadful crime

of all, homicide.

Know what that means?

Murder.

That's right.

I have dealt out

death myself

and I will tell you

from that vantage,

life is the most precious

gift we receive.

It is also our first

great struggle,

'cause to be born

is to suffer.

You ever have a

nice warm bath?

Imagine that bath

for nine months,

don't have to

feed yourself,

don't have to answer

any questions,

it's all comfy cozy until

the walls start shaking,

the tub gets drained, and

you get pushed out headfirst

through a tunnel that is way

too small for anything human

which is funny 'cause

that's what you are, human.

Born to live, born to

die, and in between,

please, please,

I implore you,

born to do something

good for yourself

or for somebody else.

The more somebody

else's the better.

You need to find a way to

roll with that, Arthur,

you need to start

here with me.

Help me.

Help this mad

woman, your aunt.

How?

By asking how, you've

already begun.

I'd like to

embrace you.

All right.

Here goes.

I despised her,

your mother.

The golden child.

Took my father's

love away.

More than that wife who replaced

my dead mother ever could.

She was a sweetheart, your

mother's mother, but frail.

Birthing that

baby killed her.

Elizabeth, the queen.

I hated her so.

But she never treated

me in kind.

Came to my trial, flew

out from California

with little you in tow.

Sat in the front

row every day.

Made you sit too,

I'll never know how.

When they read

out the verdict,

I knew how they were going

to find, you understand,

I'd seen it all in this

padded cell up here.

I turned to Beth and said,

"You don't ever come visit me.

"You don't ever tell

that kid about me.

"You do not utter my

name in his presence.

Tell the fly boy the same, I

will be like unto death itself."

She starts crying,

mascara making trails

down that luminous

visage of hers.

"You're innocent,"

she says.

"No," I tell her.

"No baby, you are."

♪

Do you want to

hit something?

I'm sure you do.

Your mother's dead,

your father too.

Hit me.

Alice--

Come on. Hit me.

No.

Hit me.

Hit me!

It's just a release

of energy,

that's all

death is too.

The end of

the struggle.

Your beautiful

mother's at peace.

Now it's up to the rest of us

to work for that same peace

here on earth.

It's a good job.

Doesn't pay as much as

carpentry, but oh well.

[typewriter keys]

I'm afraid I may be

in trouble again.

History repeating.

This time, perhaps, the

conclusion will be different.

"One, two! One, two!

"And through and through the

vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

"He left it dead, and with its

head he went galumphing back.

"´And hast thou slain

the Jabberwock?

"'Come to my arms,

my beamish boy!

"'O frabjous day!

"Callooh! Callay!'

He chortled in his joy."

"It's rather hard

to understand.

"Somehow it seems to fill

my head with ideas--

only I don't know exactly

what they are."

Me neither, did you

find anything?

No notes, no markings,

no secret writings

that my solvents

could discover.

Well, there's only one

thing left to do.

What's that?

Snicker-snack.

♪

What is it?

A telephone number.

[telephone rings]

Yes?

I'll be right over.

Frank Quincy just woke up.

♪

♪

♪

Hello Frank.

Where's Beth?

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

Narrator: Next time

on Granite Flats...

Ezekiel: You're

not gonna tell me.

You're gonna tell

my friend here.

Hargraves: I not only

have good answers,

I have good questions.

For instance,

what is MK Ultra?

Frank: If that's just a

mask you're wearing,

or if you protect and serve.

Alice: Why is my nephew

so angry with your son?

Timmy: What's that

supposed to mean?

It's supposed to mean

your dad's a liar.

Dr. Whittison

didn't kill Slim.

Narrator: Next time

on Granite Flats.