Original subtitles

Whittison: That boy

became my finest agent,

because he refused to let

the loss of his father

and his mother defeat him.

I won't let it defeat me.

I'm so, so sorry.

Timmy: He wouldn't even

talk to me at the funeral.

He hates me.

We understand exactly

what you're doing.

You're hurting yourself.

Madeline: I didn't

think you'd care.

Your wife was killed in an

auto accident in Colorado

three weeks ago.

What?

You can't do anything

for your wife,

and if you don't finish this,

you're gonna make some very

important people very angry.

Roy: I'm very angry.

Hargraves: We are so

glad to welcome you

back into our company,

Mr. Milligan.

Susan: For heaven's sake,

Ronald, he's your brother!

Ronald: 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 never heard of me because

I spent the last 12 years

as a resident of the

Indiana Women's Prison.

What for?

Alice: Most dreadful

crime of all.

Homicide.

♪♪

It's been a busy week.

We topped the number from behind

Dinsmore's looking glass,

a certified

public accountant,

Clayton Earl Hedlund.

Communist ties?

Brother, teaches at Oxford.

What about ties to Dinsmore?

None that we could discover

through public records.

But you didn't stop

at public records.

I went to an evidence locker

in Denver

to see the contents of

Kirkpatrick's secret bunker

and I found

a looking glass.

And you went through it

to find another book

by Lewis Carroll?

Another phone number.

Leeway Contracting.

Their specialty?

Plumbing.

You're joking.

It was shut down

about six months ago,

a week or so after

Kirkpatrick was shot.

But like good Americans,

they pay their taxes

and we looked at their returns.

Who do you think was

listed as owner?

Not Lewis Carroll.

Jefferson Dinsmore,

whose passport shows was,

guess where,

in October of 1917?

Moscow.

Dinsmore lived there

for three years.

Did you find any other

connection to Major Kirkpatrick?

A few weeks after the car

ride with Regina,

Dinsmore goes squirrel hunting

on army property.

Slim arrested him.

Happened six times.

And every time, Slim

locks him in the stockade

and takes guard duty.

What kind of a network

is this?

Let's ask the accountant

who filed the tax returns

for Leeway Contracting.

Clayton Earl Hedlund?

I have men picking him up

in Denver.

He's about to make an unexpected

trip to Granite Flats.

♪♪

♪ How long 'til the sun sets?

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ Goodnight, my love. ♪

♪♪

Mrs. Andrews: When your

father gets back

from his business trip

tonight,

he and I have a

dinner engagement.

You're allowing me

to be alone?

Uncle Scottie is

watching you.

I thought he went

back to Denver.

He did, but he's free again

this weekend

and he prefers to

spend it with family.

Will he stay with us

this time?

He will again be ensconced

at the far more

comfortable hotel.

He never used to stay there.

Yes, well, the only constant

in the universe is change.

"To me, the converging objects

of the universe

"perpetually flow.

"All are written to me

and I must get what

the writing means."

It would seem you are getting

what that writing means.

I’m glad Uncle

Scottie is flowing to us again.

Yes, well, as am I.

And Papa?

Is he glad?

They're brothers,

their feelings about

each other are their own.

What is your feeling

about their feelings?

Such talk of affairs

of the heart.

It would appear your tutoring

sessions are bearing fruit.

Speaking of which,

pack your books,

we won't have time

to return home

before you're due at

Professor Hargraves.

[phone ringing]

Still not answering?

No.

Nor a response to my

written dinner invitation

mailed five days ago.

Maybe it got lost

in the mail,

or maybe they're not coming

because Arthur hates me.

Even if that were true,

it's no reason for his aunt,

an adult, to ignore

my dinner invitation.

Maybe she's not an adult.

Maybe it's one of those deals

where the aunt is younger

than the nephew and she's four.

[laughs]

How dare you make me laugh

when I’m outraged?

You could always drop by

their apartment

and sell her some Avon.

♪♪

When you pass someone

in the street,

do you find yourself

inventing a tale for them

based on a singular visage?

I don't know what

visage means.

Face!

What's wrong with your

English teacher?

Plenty.

You'd like him.

I don't like that he hasn't

taught you what visage means.

So what's your reply?

To what?

To the question I asked

30 seconds ago.

Have you always had a hard time

retaining information?

No, but I’m lousy at inventing

tales based on visages.

Yet you excel at

smart-aleckery.

Is that even a word?

Ask your English teacher.

Care to join me inside the

yarn store?

I’ll wait.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Well done.

Mark it.

That's five.

I win.

And you're ready.

For what?

To start watching for

a new hunter.

A friend of yours?

There are no friends

in the secret world.

You're not my friend?

I’d like to think

I’m your mentor.

With a new hunter,

you mustn't show that

you've seen him.

Rather contact me

immediately.

Is this part of the game?

Nothing is not

part of the game.

You're everywhere,

aren't you?

Am I?

Or maybe you got

a doppelganger.

[both speaking German]

Or am I addressing

the doppelganger?

What's a doppelganger?

Literally double-goer,

a look alike.

So which one are you?

I assure you, there's only

one of me.

Ah, and I was hoping to meet

your evil twin.

Happy trails, Doc.

♪♪

♪♪

[door opens]

[door opens]

Settling in?

Loitering in the hall?

I wanted to see if

you're interested

in a little detective work.

Pays a buck.

I thought you were done

with that?

Are you interested or not?

Don't get sore.

I’ll do it.

Woman: Allie, come on!

It's time to go!

What are you doing?

Oh, I get it.

Get what?

What's that mean?

It means I know why

you're loitering in the hall.

[door opens]

Oh, hey Arthur.

Wallace.

Hey Allie, Mrs. Jespersen.

So nice to see you, Arthur.

Hi, I’m Wallace Jenkins.

My dad's a police officer.

So...

Well I’ve got to get

to ballet.

So, it's good to

see you, Arthur.

Wallace.

♪♪

My dad's a police officer?

Oh, Regina, they were looking

for you for something.

It seemed important.

Oh, thanks sweetie.

I’ll be right back.

Hello.

I noticed your bandage

on your head

and I wondered if I could

ask you about it.

My bandage?

I’m doing a paper for biology

about head injuries

and their effect on the brain.

What do you want to know?

First of all, what happened

to cause your head injury?

I’m told I was

in a car accident.

You don't remember it?

And you were alone?

No.

I had a friend with me.

She...

I’m so sorry.

You were close?

Did you work together?

Yeah, you could say that.

What kind of work did you do?

[door opens]

Did you send Regina

on a wild goose chase?

I thought one of the nurses

said she needed her.

I was just trying

to be helpful.

Fair enough, but back to

schoolwork, young lady.

Lieutenant?

I’m quite certain Dr. Whittison

asked the Lieutenant to

remain in his room.

I just thought a bit of

fresh air would help.

Well, he's had his bit.

♪♪

[car door shutting]

Who was that girl?

Oh, that's Dr. Andrews'

daughter, Madeline.

Chief.

Hershel.

Regina, I need to speak with

one of your patients

who was involved in an incident.

Who?

This one here.

Regina: I thought it

was an accident.

It was, we just have to dot

every "t" and cross every "i."

[laughter]

How've you been

faring?

You mean without Beth

or without Wallace?

The former.

The latter's just a short

stroll from your front door

and he'd love to see you.

Well I will see you tomorrow

morning at church

and we can make a date.

With him, I mean.

Affirmative.

To my query then.

I honestly sometimes forget

that she's gone.

But when I see him...

How long were they an item?

She never admitted to them

being that.

After he was discharged

he went East.

Maryland, I think.

She'd become more private.

Maybe you could ask Arthur.

What was Quincy in for?

I can't talk about that.

If there's one thing

an alcoholic whose wife

abandoned him despises?

It's gossip.

This ain't that.

This is me as a law man

making an inquiry.

He was a psychiatric patient.

He spent most of last year

on the special ward.

Anything more than that,

you're going to have

to ask Dr. Whittison.

Sanders: But you do remember the

rooming house you moved into

last month?

I don't remember

the last month.

Uh huh.

Okay.

So how close were you

with Beth Milligan?

That's a popular question

today.

Meaning?

You in somebody's

pocket, chief?

Do I look like I’m in

somebody's pocket?

No.

You look like I looked

before I enlisted--

like you want to

do what's right.

I guess I’m just wondering

if that's just a mask

you're wearing

or if you somehow

managed to stay pure

to all the things

you believed in

when you swore that oath

to protect and serve.

Who else asked you

about Beth Milligan today?

She did.

The girl.

I’ll meet you outside,

sweetheart.

Nurse Clark, did I not

just remind you

of Dr. Whittison’s orders

that Lieutenant Quincy

is to remain inside his room?

Yes, but the chief--

Take him there now.

A moment, John.

Forgive my bluntness, John,

but what is it

you think you're doing?

Few follow up questions

on the accident.

Do you object?

To questions, no.

My objection is to you

poking a stick

at the mind of a

psychiatric patient

who just woke

from a coma.

Did it not occur to you to first

approach his psychiatrist,

who, as it happens,

is also your friend?

My apologies, Susan.

It won't happen again.

And I’m quite happy to

discuss the Lieutenant

and his rather unfortunate

mental state with you,

but I’m late getting Madeline

to her tutoring session.

Well that's fine, he'll keep.

I’ll call on you Monday.

Of course.

And please forgive my

rather strident tone.

Nothing to forgive.

♪♪

What'd you learn?

That we should talk

to Arthur.

Him first, and then my son.

♪♪

♪♪

[knocking]

Avon calling.

[laughter]

Oh, Alice White.

Enter, but I warn you,

I’m unlikely to

become a customer.

Oh, well that's fine.

That's your sales pitch?

I confess, I have

an ulterior motive.

I’m June Sanders.

I sent you

a dinner invitation.

Sure, sure, we got it.

You did?

I thought I had requested

an RSVP.

I've come to despise lying,

but I also don't like offending

people I’ve never met.

So I was hoping that you'd

drop by eventually

and I might offend you

in person.

Why would you offend me?

Because we're not accepting

your most gracious invite

on account of my nephew

doesn't want anything

to do with your son.

He won't say why.

I see.

Well, I’ve offended you.

No.

Sure I have.

Mind if I call you June Bug?

What?

June Bug.

Has anyone ever laid that

moniker on you?

My grandmother.

Mind if I take up

where she left off?

No, I...

That would be lovely.

So, June Bug, why is my nephew

so angry with your son?

I’m sitting there doing my

homework as usual

and I see him.

Nurse Clark was

wheeling him outside.

So I follow.

They're on the porch,

I say she's needed inside

and I invent a pretext

to engage him,

a biology paper

on head injuries.

You're a genius!

That's a gross misuse

of the word.

Not in my eyes.

So what did he say?

That he and Arthur’s mother

were very close friends

who worked together.

On what?

M.K. Ultra?

I don't know.

That's when my mother

found me.

I wish we could talk

to Arthur.

[door opening]

I leave the two of you alone

for precious moments

and you spend them

addressing what sounds,

to my old ears, like

some sort of espionage.

You were eavesdropping?

Certainly.

You don't expect I’d leave two

smitten teenagers truly alone

unless I have misread

your amorous inclinations.

Madeline and I are friends.

Yes, friends.

Hm.

Friends here to

discuss poetry.

Shall we?

♪♪

Timmy’s inside.

Went in the back.

So the professor's in on it.

In on what?

Their secret meetings.

That's obviously

what's going on.

Maybe he doesn't know they're

not supposed to be together.

Maybe the Easter bunny's

coming to my apartment today.

Nice try.

It's on the house.

Suit yourself.

What happened to you three?

Timmy won't say.

They did something.

Whatever it was, it made their

parents shut down our agency

and the two of them aren't

allowed to be together.

But you can see them?

Yeah, but I’m done with them.

You don't seem done

with them.

Thanks for today.

I’ll let you know if

I need you again.

And Timmy admitted that

they'd done it.

I have never been so upset

with one of my children.

Well you have to admit

it's quite impressive.

It's a rare teenager

that can pull off

being a private detective

and a bank robber.

[laughs]

You are quite naughty.

Oh, honey, you have no idea.

It's nice you're worried

about Arthur,

but wounds heal

in their own time.

Yes.

And your wounds,

from your sister's passing...

Oh, Elizabeth.

Her passing, any passing,

that's an illusion.

She seems to be gone,

like this,

seems to be a ball of yarn, but

really it's an argyle sweater.

I don't know if

I understand...

I firmly believe in sowing

confusion, June Bug.

And I will buy lipstick.

You got blood red?

♪♪

[door slams]

Who's there?

Scott: Clayton Earl Hedlund.

Who are you?

Who I am doesn't matter.

It's who I represent,

which happens to be the Federal

Bureau of Investigation.

[laughs] What about him?

He represents your

potential salvation.

But the question, Clayton,

who do you represent?

Starting with Leeway

Contracting.

I have a lot of clients.

But Leeway are the only clients

who hide their phone number

behind the mirror

of a known KGB mole.

I have no idea what

you're talking about.

You know in my experience,

there are three reasons

why someone would

betray their country.

Reason one, genuine belief

in the communist ideology.

Reason two, love of a

particular individual communist.

Reason three, money.

Now I spent the last week

looking into you,

Clayton, and you are

reason three.

Now you're an accountant, so

you'll understand what I mean

when I use words like

"seizing assets."

Your mansion in Denver,

your three cars,

your race horses, your lodge

in the mountains.

Gone.

Unless I what?

Unless you nothing.

They were seized

as of this morning.

Why should I tell you

anything?

Oh no, you're not going

to tell me.

You're going to tell

my friend here.

And what you tell him will

make the difference

between whether he decides to

repatriate you to mother Russia

or to put you in a room

a lot smaller and darker

than this one for

the rest of your life.

So you're CIA?

[sighs]

What do you want

to know?

He wants to know

who the plumber is.

You probably won't believe me

but I have no idea.

I was recruited by a woman

I haven't seen

since I agreed to launder

and funnel her money.

This woman?

Maybe, yeah.

But she was blonde

when I knew her.

Who else did you know?

Once I was on board,

everything was done via mail.

But when I ask you

who the plumber was,

you knew that name?

If I were to get in trouble,

I was to call Leeway

and tell them that I had

a leak in my kitchen

and that I needed the plumber.

Scott: But you never

got in trouble.

Not until now.

[buzzing]

Dr. Andrews, enter.

Thank you.

Madeline is in the washroom.

Well I’m a few minutes early.

Oh, not to worry.

You know, when I see you,

I can't help but be reminded

of the pioneering Dr. Curie.

Well, I’m just

a psychiatrist.

Oh pish-posh.

Like Madame Curie,

you are a woman

blazing a trail in a realm

dominated by men.

And while Marie

discovered radium,

you, Madam, are radiant.

And I am afraid

I am now blushing.

How was Madeline today?

She seemed to enjoy

our discussion,

which as a psychiatrist,

you'll be delighted to know,

was centered on the psyche.

You are still reading

the Whitman?

Yes, indeed.

The 1860 edition.

You'll see Mr. Whitman

saw fit

to place versions

of this illustration,

and as I was

saying to Madeline,

the word "psyche"--

in Greek means both

butterfly and soul.

Ah.

Last week, prayer,

this week, the soul.

Fear not, Dr. Andrews.

I am not trying to convert

Madeline to anything

other than a love of words

and their meanings.

And what would the meaning be

for the word "soul?"

What would you say, Madeline?

It's the butterfly

part of you--

the part of you that is capable

of self-transformation.

And if you can

transform yourself,

you can transform others,

even the country,

the whole world.

Ah, Mr. Whitman would have

assuredly embraced you

for that reply.

Yes, as well he should.

Thank you, Professor.

Oh no, thank you both,

lovely butterflies.

Until next time.

You always have

a good answer.

You were eavesdropping.

Certainly!

I not only have good answers,

I have good questions.

For instance, what,

pray tell, is M.K. Ultra?

The thing we can't

talk about.

Ah, for my own good.

I recall.

Well perhaps someday,

you and Madeline

will have a need to

discuss such matters

with someone

besides each other,

and when you do,

I am prepared to listen.

♪♪

You ought to be

more careful.

What would happen to

your precious professor

if somebody found out he was

hosting your secret meetings

with your little sweetheart?

Shut up!

Why are you doing

this, Arthur?

I’m not doing anything!

You're spying on us.

We're your friends, Arthur.

You're idiots.

You're sloppy and you're

careless and you're stupid.

You want me to hit you so you

can get me in more trouble.

Well, I won't.

Go rat us out to my dad

if you think it'll make

you feel better.

Like I’d ever talk

to your dad.

He's no better.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's supposed to mean

your dad's a liar.

What are you talking about?

He was right about the crime,

but wrong about who did it.

Dr. Whittison

didn't kill Slim.

Your dad did.

Want to hit me now?

♪♪

♪♪

Everything changes.

Not my ability to

wallpaper poorly.

No, I think you may have

gotten worse.

But it's true about change.

Hershel stopped in today.

We were talking

at the front desk

and it dawned on me

that less than two years ago,

I was at the same front desk

when I met Wallace

for the first time

because Hershel

was in the stockade

and Slim needed

a babysitter for the day.

All the changes

that followed...

Okay, I was going to wait to

do this at dinner, but...

Do what?

Well, a change, a big one.

Oh my.

I should have waited

until dinner.

No, no--

I just thought--

Todd, stop!

It's beautiful.

It was my grandmother's.

No, I mean, the gesture,

it's beautiful.

Does that mean yes?

What do you think?

♪♪

♪♪

I promised I’d call

my mother.

By all means!

♪♪

White: Breathe easy, I haven't

been arrested.

These uniformed gentlemen

are here to speak with you.

How you been, Arthur?

Peachy.

I was just saying

this morning

how he's a master

at smart-aleckery.

Like you're a master at

making up words?

I rest my case.

Unfortunately, I’m here to

ask you about your mother.

I was hoping you could tell

me about her and Frank Quincy.

Nothing to tell.

Sanders: Arthur, I’m aware

you and Tim

are going through a rough patch.

But I hope that this

last year and a half

has taught you

that I’m your friend.

Chief, I never met

Frank Quincy in my life.

The first time I heard of him

was when you came to tell

my mom was dead.

Are we off to talk

to your boy?

I can manage that on my own.

What do you think?

I think Arthur's got more

to say than he's saying,

but I reckon you do too.

Anything I’m not telling you

is to your advantage.

Experience has taught me

to trust you, Chief.

I met Mrs. Chief Sanders

today.

She seems genuinely worried

about you.

Unlike your friend there,

Chief Gary Cooper Jr.

Are you my friend?

Certainly not, I’m family.

We have no choice

in our relation.

I’m sure if we did,

you'd choose to have

nothing to do with me.

Definitely.

So, did you really know nothing

about mommy's boyfriend?

She told me she had a friend,

a good man, she said,

and that I’d meet

him soon.

But I never did.

Huh.

Well we should do something

about that.

♪♪

[door opening]

Quincy: Meow, meow.

Must be a cat

around here somewhere

that dragged you in.

Hello, Frank.

A week I have been

asking to see you

since you put me here.

A lab rat, back in his cage.

Apologies.

Affairs elsewhere have

consumed my attention.

But you're no more a rat

than this is a cage.

And what's in the bottle,

Doc?

Who am I being brainwashed

into shooting this time?

The solution is there

because you're refusing

to take nourishment orally.

And you're in this room

as a security precaution,

nothing more.

Look, I’m sorry I lost my temper

when you told me about...

her.

But look at me.

I’m hardly in a position

to hurt anyone.

Who would you seek to hurt?

I don't want to hurt anyone.

Don't twist my words!

Just get me out of this room.

Unfortunately the ward

is currently full.

When a bed opens up,

I’ll consider moving you.

You're afraid I’m going

to talk, aren't you?

Tell people what you did

to me.

I hope I don't need to remind

you of the agreement I made

with Nurse Milligan.

It would behoove you

to think twice

before disclosing any

confidential information,

especially to

Chief John Sanders.

From the perspective

of the world,

what we did to you

was care for a man

with severe

psychological delusions.

Any other tale

you wish to tell

will be heard in the context

of your madness.

[knocks on door]

You can't keep me here.

I’m afraid I can.

[door closes]

You're out past curfew.

I know what I am.

Watch your tone, Tim.

I have a question, and I need

you to answer

without asking

questions of your own.

What was in those papers

from the bank

that belonged to the Andrews?

You're saying you didn't

look at them?

I gave my word I wouldn't.

And you're a man

of your word.

I am.

How come you're

asking me, then?

I never gave my word

I wouldn't ask you.

Can I ask you something?

What?

Who'd you give your word to

when you promised to lie to

everyone about you killing Slim?

Who told you that?

You did do it.

Tim-- Tim!

Junie, he...

Go after him, John.

Now.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I can help?

Yes you can.

♪♪

♪♪

May I?

By all means.

♪♪

What's it say?

It says I’m coming.

♪♪

I did it!

Just hurry, please!

♪♪

Well, from what I can learn,

Scottie has a real client

there in Denver.

He's even rented an office.

He's not going to bars

and I couldn't find any liquor

bottles in his hotel room.

So you feel you can

trust him?

If I could trust him I wouldn't

need to go check him out.

He would appear to be

trying to change.

He is changing, surely.

I was just telling

Madeline today

that the only constant in

the universe is change.

What was the context?

Why Scottie is staying in

the hotel and not our home.

And how did she respond?

She read Walt Whitman aloud.

Clearly the tutoring is

having a positive effect.

He's really quite magical.

Whitman?

No, I mean yes.

But Professor Hargraves.

Really, he seems like

an odd duck to me.

I’m a psychiatrist--

Are you trying to tell me

that your judgment is

more valid than mine?

No, no, I’m only saying

that the professor

told me something

that I never knew,

that the Greek root word

of my profession, "psyche,"

means both "butterfly"

and "soul."

And what would be this

magical professor's idea

of the soul?

Well, he actually asked

Madeline to define it.

She said it's the butterfly

part of us,

capable of

self-transformation.

She said that?

She said that.

She better wind up

the semester with an A.

Are there any other

headlines?

Your brother's invited us

to church

and I told him we would attend.

You're joking.

You're not joking.

And why in the world

would we want to do that?

Because our daughter

despises us.

You're being extreme.

And thinks we are

closed-minded.

That's absurd.

And one way to prove

otherwise will be

to demonstrate

self-transformation.

That we, you and I,

have a psyche.

That we are willing

to acknowledge

can also be defined as a soul.

Did you prepare that speech

in advance?

I did.

Well, it worked.

But we need to tell Scottie

that this is not going to

become a regular thing.

Of course.

Scottie: I haven't seen him, but

I promise to let you know

if he drops by, Sheriff.

Chief.

Thank you, Mr. Andrews.

No sweat.

Just to be clear, you

really think he'll come

knocking on our door, huh?

It's just a hunch,

probably wrong.

Wouldn't be the first time

for me.

Goodnight.

Good luck.

[banging]

Timmy?

Have you lost your mind?

My dad shot Slim.

What?

Arthur told me.

Arthur?

He probably just said that

to hurt you.

I confronted him.

He did it.

Oh, Timmy.

He went to the funeral,

pretended he was sad.

Maybe he was sad.

I wanted to hit him.

It's so stupid.

No, no, it's not.

I was stupid, I should

have seen this!

No, you're not.

Stop it.

You just believe in people.

You're a good person,

the best person.

Madeline.

Timmy.

[knock on door]

Oh.

Hi, I’m Scottie,

Madeline's uncle,

but you can

call me Mr. Andrews.

You must be

the sheriff's boy.

Chief of Police.

Oh, good to meet you.

I’m the babysitter,

her folks are out,

but you knew that.

Uncle Scottie--

Did you climb

in here, Tim?

But soft!

What light from yonder

window breaks.

I tried to tell her parents

this would happen

but did they heed

my wise words?

Uncle Scottie.

Your pop was just here.

Cool your jets,

I sent him away,

I just wanted to come

check on her.

Lucky for you, Timbo, I had

a hard case for an old man.

So I empathize with

your situation.

So how often do you climb

into that window?

This is the first time.

And this is going to be

your last.

But, I’m taking your case.

Our case?

Uh, he's a lawyer.

I want to help you tear down

that idiotic wall

that your parents built

between you two.

You do?

What did I just say, Timbo?

Keep up.

Out of the four parents,

who's the most on your side?

My mom.

Timmy's mom.

So here's what's going

to happen tomorrow.

I’m going to go to church

with Madeline and her parents.

Afterward, Timbo's

going to make it

so I bump into his mom.

My parents and I

don't go to church.

They do tomorrow.

I've already sold your mom

on it.

And then you'll convince my

mom to let us see each other?

Tomorrow I’ll get a plan

to set up a lunch date

to convince her to

convince her hubby

to bring down the Berlin Wall.

Capiche?

Thank you so much,

Uncle Scottie,

you really are the answer

to my prayers.

I thought that was

Romeo here.

Speaking of which, you'd

better get home

before your dad finishes

running all around town

trying to find you.

What did you do to upset him

so much?

He's the one who

did something.

♪♪

What is it that couldn't

be conveyed on the phone?

[heavy breathing]

I shot Slim Kirkpatrick.

He was KGB.

He was going to shoot me

and Dr. Whittison,

who works for the CIA.

Whittison and Agent Scott

and I agreed to cover it up

for reasons of

national security.

Why are you telling me

all of this?

Because you're my partner,

and because my son found out.

And I don't know what to do.

He's gonna forgive you.

How do you know that?

Because you're going

to ask him to.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Epilepsy is not something

to trifle with.

I will insist she seek

treatment.

You did the right thing

in calling me.

Does this mean she can't be

my guardian?

Is that what you'd like

to hear?

I didn't mean that.

No, of course not.

No sign of the new hunter.

Does our game have anything

to do with the plumber?

Arthur, you're the one who

requested I train you

in the way I trained young

Daniel many years ago.

I know, I just, I was wondering

if you were any closer

to finding the plumber.

The investigation

proceeds apace.

After I gave you

the codebook,

you promised you'd tell me

what was happening.

Incorrect, I promised I

would tell you what I could,

which is not the same thing.

In our business, the precise

wording of messages

is paramount.

You wouldn't even know about

the plumber without me.

We knew Major Kirkpatrick was

part of a network.

Every network has

a central figure.

That figure's code name

is irrelevant.

Professor Hargraves says

no name is irrelevant.

I share your

schoolteacher's fondness

for the etymology of names,

but this isn't fiction.

Keep watching.

Will your aunt be bringing

you to church in the morning?

Then I will see you there.

He's gone?

He's gone.

Was I foaming at the mouth?

No holes in the tongue.

When it started,

I called Dr. Whittison.

He said to put a wooden spoon

in your mouth.

I should have

told you about it,

prepared you.

It's terrifying, ain't it?

It's okay to be scared.

I am.

Of what?

Of what I see when

it's happening.

Like a dream but not a dream.

And here's something

I don't tell a lot of people,

the things I see come true.

What did you see this time?

Your father.

He said he was coming back.

♪♪

♪♪

What's going on?

Hey.

Hey there, old buddy.

We're going on a little trip.

Roy?

But first I need you to

go back to sleep.

Oh, no!

♪♪

♪♪

Narrator: Next time

on Granite Flats...

An army officer, who's

a patient at the VA,

went missing around 2 a.m.

I think everyone knows him.

Whittison: I promised to

keep your family safe.

It was a promise fate

wouldn't allow me to keep.

I've had dealings

with the FBI before.

Roy: Maybe my training was

really for something else.

Maybe it was to get me to

the other side of the world

so you can steal my wife.

Narrator: Next time on

Granite Flats on BYUtv.