Original subtitles

What kind of

work did you do?

John: Who else asked you

about Beth Milligan today?

She did.

The girl.

Hargraves: Well,

perhaps someday,

you and Madeline will have a

need to discuss such matters

with someone

besides each other.

I am prepared to listen.

Who'd you give your word to

when you promised to lie

to everyone about

you killing Slim?

Susan: So you feel

you can trust him?

Ronald: And why in the world

would we want to do that?

Because our daughter

despises us.

Alice: Did you really know

nothing about Mommy's boyfriend?

She told me she

had a friend,

and that I'd meet him

soon, but I never did.

Well, we should do

something about that.

Scottie: I wanna help you

tear down that idiotic wall

that your parents built

between you two.

Whittison: I will insist

she seek treatment.

Arthur: Does this mean

she can't be my guardian?

Whittison: Is that what

you'd like to hear?

You can't keep me here.

I'm afraid I can.

Hey there, old buddy.

We're going on

a little trip.

[organ music]

♪ Come thou fount of

every blessing,♪

♪ tune my heart to

sing thy praise, ♪

♪ streams of mercy

never ceasing ♪

♪ call for songs of

loudest praise. ♪

♪ Teach me some

melodious sonnet ♪

♪ sung by flaming

tongues above, ♪

♪ praise the mount,

I'm fixed upon it, ♪

♪ mount of thy

redeeming love. ♪

♪ Here I raise my Ebenezer, ♪

♪ hither by thy

help I've come. ♪

[intense music]

[intense music]

[intense music]

♪ Daily I'm

constrained to be, ♪

♪ here's my heart, oh

take and seal it, ♪

♪ seal it for thy

courts above. ♪

♪♪

♪ How long 'til the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don’t ever want to say ♪

♪ Good night, my love. ♪♪

♪♪

[door opening]

I'll let Agent Scott

know you're here.

♪♪

♪♪

Thank you for

joining us, Chief.

I didn't send for

Officer Jenkins.

You called for

the Lone Ranger.

You're going

to get Tonto.

So, an army officer who's

a patient at the VA,

went missing around 2 a.m.

I think everyone knows him.

June: Timmy,

shake a leg.

I'm sorry, are

you Tim Sanders?

Well, well, the

famous case cracker.

I've read all about you and

your mystery-solving, son.

Impressive work.

I'm Scottie Andrews,

Madeline's uncle.

Are you his

big sister?

I am his mother.

Cut it out,

you are not.

June Sanders.

Hey Wallace.

I'll be right back.

Well, I should--

Wasn't that a

wonderful service?

It was.

I confess, I was surprised to

see the Andrews in attendance.

Yeah, that

was my idea.

I'm one of those

arm-twisting charmers.

Speaking of which, my niece

and I would like to take you

and the boy detective

out to lunch.

Well, perhaps your

brother hasn't mentioned

that the children are...

Yes, he said something

about them being grounded

from each other but we

would be the chaperones.

I have four

other children.

Are you kidding me?

You look like you just finished

your freshman year of college.

Well, we'll take the

whole brood out then.

Where can you get a top

notch meal in this burg?

My house.

That's not what I mean--

Mr. Andrews--

Scottie, please.

Scottie, the best meal in this

burg comes from my kitchen.

Plus, my big boys are

going to baseball

so we have room

for two more.

You're one of those

arm-twisting charmers,

aren't you?

Where do you think

our dads went?

Looks like FBI,

but ask yours.

Not like my dad

will tell me.

Hey listen,

watch your back.

Arthur's spying

on you.

I know.

How do you know?

He got me to

help him.

Are you still

helping him?

Thanks for

telling me.

What are

friends for?

Ezekiel: When the new

duty nurse came on

she found the MP unconscious,

bound, and gagged.

I understand you

interviewed him yesterday?

Did he look fit to knock out an

MP and escape from a building?

No chance.

So he's got

a partner.

Any ideas?

Not as yet.

I'd like to turn the floor

over to Dr. Andrews.

She's been treating Quincy

for the past three years.

Susan: Lieutenant Quincy

is a delusional,

paranoid schizophrenic who

is, for better or worse,

exceptionally well-trained

in the ways of violence.

He was discharged from the

hospital in November.

We felt our treatment

had finally succeeded

and that he could again become a

productive member of society.

However, his unfortunate

accident and the untimely death

of Beth Milligan who

had been his nurse

and become his friend

have given us reason

to believe his psychiatric

woes have returned.

If you're able to locate him,

Dr. Andrews and I would advise

handling him with caution.

Extreme caution.

Exciting

day, huh?

She told you.

Wallace, I am the

happiest man on earth,

and you know how

excited my mother is.

I mean, she

adores Regina!

Who adores Regina?

Who doesn't?

I was just telling Wallace

how excited my mother was

about our

engagement.

Todd!

Wallace: You're

engaged?

What, I thought that--

I thought we agreed to wait

on the official announcement?

He brought it up.

I did not.

You said it was

an exciting day.

Yeah, because there

were two G-men here.

Oh, oh.

Regina, I'm so sorry.

It's fine.

I am going to take him home

and run some errands.

I'll come by

in a bit.

Okay, sure.

Four of us are running

sweeps of the town

in these grid patterns.

John: What makes

you think

he isn't already across

the Colorado border?

We have reason to believe

he does not want to leave

Granite Flats.

Reason being what?

Reason being

classified.

Agent Mill, you're

with the Andrews.

You two take the

former Milligan home,

collect your guns and

badges with stan civies.

Shouldn't you keep an

eye on Dr. Whittison's,

seeing it's next door?

Sure, and the

hospital too.

Good thing you

brought Tonto.

What about Arthur

and his aunt?

I already have

a man on that.

What's your next move?

Arthur: I think I have

you in checkmate.

Finish me

off then.

Okay.

Checkmate.

Well done.

Go again?

Why are you here?

Well as I said, after your

episode I came to check--

Why are you still here?

We were playing chess.

How come you didn't

shave this morning?

Why'd you take so long

cooking breakfast?

Why'd you make

us miss church?

You know I can only tolerate

poppycock for so long

before I wanna use one

of these for something

other than its

intended purpose.

Very well.

It seems that

early this morning

Frank Quincy

incapacitated his guard

and left the hospital

without permission.

Doesn't he have

multiple injuries?

Perhaps he had

assistance.

Alice: Huh.

Still doesn't explain

why you are here.

I was concerned that as a result

of Quincy's rogue movements,

Arthur might

come to harm.

Why would he want

to hurt me?

Arthur, he spent three

years hospitalized

for delusional paranoid

schizophrenia.

We just don't know

what he might do.

Well my mom...

He had gotten better.

Then it's gotten worse.

♪♪

Roy: So the Air Force

releases a report

that my plane exploded

over the Pacific

while I go through East

Berlin to Moscow...

To do...?

Whatever's necessary to

destabilize the nation.

Three years, we

exfiltrate you.

And then the story is lucky

pilot ejected from his jet

before it blew, washed

ashore on a tiny island,

finally rescued.

And your family's grief

will be replaced

with a greater joy than

they've ever known.

Okay.

While I'm gone, who

watches over them?

Lieutenant Milligan,

nice to meet you.

My name's

Whittison.

[desk sliding]

He said he'd arrange for

her to be reassigned

to this cozy little town, stick

her in a house next to him

and make sure no

trouble came to them.

Did you know Whittison

was her guard dog?

No.

But you knew I was

being sent to Russia?

It's what I was

training you for.

Yeah.

You know, when I heard you were

in the car accident with Beth,

this notion came to me.

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.

So I traveled all the way back

to this side of the world

just so I could ask you.

Am I wrong?

You're wrong.

But you knew I was alive.

I did.

I never pursued her.

What did you do with her?

I got her to help me.

Help you what?

Figure out what Whittison

was doing to me.

You figure it out?

We did.

What was Whittison

doing to you?

He was trying to

erase my conscience,

control my mind,

turn me into a weapon they

could point at whatever

or whomever they wanted.

Did it work?

Yeah, like gangbusters.

Did she know you knew me?

They drugged me,

they hypnotized me,

truth got out, she heard.

I don't have any drugs and I

don't know how to do hypnosis,

so I'm just going

to have to ask you

the old-fashioned

way, Frank.

Were you in love

with my wife?

I was.

Still am.

She said she was

in love with me.

Susan: Do you feel it was

wise to reveal even that much

about Frank to civilians?

When people are hungry they'll

easily mistake a snack

for the whole meal.

Arthur and his aunt won't

ask further questions.

When the agents were

unable to find you at home

I was concerned,

but then quite surprised

to hear where you were.

My brother is visiting and he

asked us to attend the church.

Your brother?

Ah, well, it's been a while.

Do you believe they have

any hope of finding Frank

and whoever's

helping him?

I believe Frank will soon

be finding one of us.

Return home, and be ready.

♪♪

Alice: The lady

doctor I recognize,

but who are the gents

in their Sunday best?

She spied at you

from the window.

It's hardly spying if I

told him I was doing it.

I told him you

were doing it.

Let's not distract the

doctor from my question.

The man in the spectacles

was Susan's husband.

Ah, so both are mom and pop of

Arthur's erstwhile partner.

What reason do they have

to fear Quincy's wrath?

Why do you assume

that they do?

The other fella, who

you're not identifying,

I make as an employee

of J. Edgar Hoover.

G-men don't usually watch over

people who aren't in danger.

As I said, Quincy's

delusional.

We just want

to be careful.

Hm, I see.

Though you should've

invited them up for lunch.

And share even a moment of

your scintillating company?

Perish the thought!

[laughter]

[train blowing]

Ally: Oh, hey Wallace!

♪♪

Hi, I'm Miss Clark.

Ally Jesperson.

Wallace and I go to

school together,

and now we live in

the same building.

With Arthur.

I mean I don't

live with Arthur,

I live with my dad.

I mean, Arthur's

our neighbor,

him and his

wacky aunt.

Are you his dad's

girlfriend?

Oh no, no.

She was my

foster mom

when my dad was being

kind of terrible.

But he's not

terrible anymore.

He's a cop.

Yeah, you've said

that before.

Well, it's nice to

meet you, Ally.

You too,

Miss Clark.

See you, Wallace.

Yep.

♪♪

Wallace: So, this is it.

It's lovely.

Tell my dad, he

decorated it.

Your terrible dad?

I don't know why

I said that.

Because you

were nervous.

And because your

dad was terrible.

But he's not anymore.

No.

He's not.

Want to stay for lunch?

Todd: Regina!

Hello?

Regina?

[door opening]

[suspenseful music]

♪♪

♪♪

It's all clear

upstairs.

Hard to believe less than a

month ago a family lived here.

I know death's

coming for us all

but a young woman

like that, mother...

How much death did you

witness over in Korea?

Enough.

How many times did you

deal it out yourself?

I was in military

intelligence.

That ain't

a number.

I never had to

kill anyone.

It'd be hard for Quincy and his

accomplice to get near here

or Whittison's or even

back to the hospital

without us seeing him.

Hershel: Always been partial

to high ground myself.

Ezekiel: John, you there?

I am, what do you got?

Nothing, you?

Likewise.

Beth's old house is clear.

No sign anyone's

been here in weeks.

Thus far we are batting

a big fat zero.

But you're sure he's

still in town?

I'm sure of less and

less every day.

But I'm hoping my intel

on him is correct.

Stay put, keep me posted.

Will do.

Susan: Madeline,

darling, we're home!

Madeline!

Ronald.

"I'm taking my

niece to lunch.

Don't wait

up for us."

"My niece."

Not "Madeline," not

"your daughter."

What's wrong?

Considering we're under

the protection of the FBI,

I would feel better

if she were here.

It's not as if Frank knows

we have a daughter.

He saw me with her

yesterday at the hospital.

No, he saw you with

a young Korean girl

who, for once,

I'm glad to say,

looks nothing like

your daughter.

Of course, you're right.

[laughter]

Scottie: I'll

never forget this.

I was six,

Ronnie's eight,

Sunday dinner

just like now,

and my old man,

who I'm telling you

never says more than 15

words to us on a good week,

suddenly goes off

on this speech

about how when

he was our age,

nobody showed any

interest in him.

He was ninth

of nine kids,

he had to make something

of himself all on his own,

and nobody ever asked him

what he was about to ask us,

so we should value that and

take seriously his query

and our reply.

And so he asked us, "What

career do you wish to pursue?"

Ronnie doesn't even blink.

He says, "Scientist."

He's eight years old.

I never heard

that story.

Well, your dad

doesn't like to brag.

And what about you?

Oh, I love to brag.

[laughter]

I meant, what

did you say?

Well, I was six years old,

I did what he said.

I thought long and hard

and said, "I'm going to

have two careers."

In the daytime I'm going

to be a donut salesman.

And what about in

the nighttime?

In the nighttime, I'm

going to be a spy.

Oh, the old donut

salesman spy combo.

Sue: What did

your dad say?

Scottie: Say?

He reached across the table

and slapped me in the face.

Holy smokes.

That's awful.

That's terrible.

[laughter]

I'm sorry, I didn't

mean to laugh.

No, no, it is funny, it

just took me 40 years

to realize that that

slap was my dad's way

of saying "I love you" and

"Don't squander your life."

So what about

you youngsters?

Let's hear the

career choices,

and your mom and I

promise no slapping.

Timbo, you're up.

Well, uh, I'd like to be

the director of the FBI.

Scottie: Oh, J. Edgar Hoover

better start looking for a job

as a donut salesman.

I know what this

one's going to say,

the answer is going to be

just like her daddy;

a scientist.

No, I think I'd

like to be a poet.

Hm.

"My foothold is tenon'd

and mortis'd in granite,

"I laugh at what you

call dissolution,

"and I know the

amplitude of time.

I am the poet of the body and

I am the poet of the soul."

♪♪

Sue: Did you two

write that?

It's Walt Whitman,

"Song of Myself"

from "Leaves of Grass."

We're learning

it in school.

Oh, did you quote

that from memory?

Professor Hargraves

encourages it.

Was Walt Whitman from

Granite Flats?

Because he said he had

a foothold in granite.

He was from Brooklyn.

He was from the universe.

♪♪

[water splashing]

Falling asleep during

an interrogation.

You're slipping, old buddy.

Where'd you go?

Chemistry class.

Pick up some of this.

Do you know what this is?

Well the fancy name

is sodium hydroxide,

but most people

just call it lye,

spelled with a "Y," L-Y-E.

I use it to make sure people

aren't telling me an L-I-E.

I usually start

on their belly.

It hurts there, trust me.

But if I still think what

I'm hearing are L-I-E's,

I start pouring the L-Y-E

in more sensitive areas,

like your eyeballs.

I don't remember this

part of your training.

You weren't my only

instructor, bucko.

I haven't lied to you, Roy.

I know.

Just wanted to show you

what I was capable of

in case you

decided to start.

So you and my wife

were in love.

It wasn't my intent--

You can talk when I

ask you a question.

Did you act on your

mutual affection?

We kissed.

Once?

More than once.

Were you kissing in the car

when you drove off the road

and killed her?

I don't remember.

We said we loved each

other and we kissed,

but I stopped it.

Said I needed time.

When was this?

November.

You sat on your hands

for five months?

I went back to Maryland,

sold the family home.

Did you tell her you

knew I was alive?

No.

Why not?

National security.

Ah, my leg is broken.

Yeah, yeah, the cast

gave it away.

That hurts.

How about this?

[screaming]

Huh?

Talk to me again about

national security, Frank!

I'll hurt you a lot

more than that.

Why didn't you tell

her I was alive?

Because I wanted

you to tell her.

I wanted her to be able

to make her choice!

So you just went

to Maryland,

but you came back.

I did.

Well, what changed?

I don't remember.

And you can break my leg, you

can pour lye into my eyes,

but that's the truth.

Regina: So now you're

cooking and tidying up.

Ladies notice this

kind of thing,

and it would appear that you

now notice what ladies notice.

She thinks

I'm an idiot.

Why do you

say that?

Because I always say

stupid things around her.

Then don't say so much.

But girls like guys who talk,

and look at you and Todd.

I mean, that guy--

Yeah, that guy

is not you guy.

And I'll tell you

something, she likes you.

Ally?

W-w-why do you say that?

Because girls like

boys who like them.

Do you think she

knows I like her?

Um, yeah.

You're worried.

I'm fine.

Can I make you a sandwich?

Don't dodge me.

You always change your

clothes when you're worried.

Well, yes.

And you aren't?

You really think Frank

would want to hurt us?

I don't know

what to think.

For crying out

loud, Susan,

last November we saved

the man's life.

One could argue that his life

wouldn't have needed saving

had it not been for

us and our actions.

The man's been to war.

He ran military

intelligence operations.

His life has been

in danger plenty.

All of it, his

own choosing.

And yet in none of those

instances did he go AWOL.

That we but teach

bloody instructions

which, being taught, return

to plague the inventor.

My hands are not bloody,

and neither are yours.

Now who's dodging?

All our efforts,

five years of work at

no small human cost

have been to create a hero,

but ever since Ashmeade,

a thought has gnawed at me.

What if, instead, we

created a monster?

Balderdash!

Is it?

Here we sit, holed

up, frightened,

an armed guard at our door?

Recall what Mary Shelley

had to say about doctors

who create monsters.

We have done nothing wrong!

Nothing?

No, we did hundreds

of things wrong.

We told ourselves it was

necessary in order to do right.

And it was, Susan, it

was, and it still is.

Khrushchev won't quit

until he's banging a shoe

on all of our heads!

These people will

stop at nothing!

I know.

But today I'm not

concerned with them.

I'm concerned with us.

[singing]

Hello.

[laughter]

Hello.

You can't be here now.

And yet I am.

My point being you wouldn't want

to put yourself in harm's way.

I teach junior high.

I'm in harm's

way daily.

This isn't safe.

According to whom?

Me.

And you are?

The man telling

you to leave.

Am I to bristle at

your coded threats?

You're to walk back

down that hall,

out that door, go home,

and stay quiet.

I've had dealings

with the FBI before.

I can tell.

And how did those

dealings end?

Poorly.

How would you like

them to end this time?

Less than poorly.

Stanfield Hargraves.

Will Shakespeare.

[laughter]

I do like my villains to

have a sense of humor.

You view me

as a villain?

Isn't that how you

wish to be seen?

Good luck.

Shaking your

spear!

[laughter]

Ever see this gal

around town?

Hershel: Can't

say as I have.

And her, I'd recall.

Who is she?

She's not an

Avon lady.

You taking up

riddles, Chief?

FBI boys snapped this during

a sales call to Slim's house.

She's a KGB

handler, I think.

Selling Avon

was her cover.

Where'd you get it?

Like I said, during

surveillance.

I mean where

today?

On loan from

the FBI.

You're like to land in

hot water doing that.

Better than

cold, I guess.

Am I safe to assume

she's not in custody?

This was in Ezekiel's

active file.

When do we start?

Start what?

Start running down

this not Avon lady.

That's why you swiped evidence

to show me, ain't it?

I wouldn't know

where to start.

Well, we could start with where

the imposter got her props.

Now, that would

be a question

for an honest to

goodness Avon lady.

You know any

of them?

You're funny.

I've been known to

provide mirth,

even the occasional

delight.

Thanks Hershel.

Just doing my

job, Chief.

It's time you

did yours.

You're an

investigator.

Investigate.

Scottie: Straighten there.

Gal could get

used to this.

Gal should be used

to this already.

The dishes are dry and

put away, Mrs. Sanders.

Those two work

well together.

Yes, and they hired

an excellent lawyer.

Wow, I must be

losing my touch.

I am a saleswoman.

I know when I'm

being sold.

It was pro bono

and my idea.

You know why I

suggested it?

Because they do

work well together?

What I want to know is

how you knew that

when they aren't allowed

to see each other.

I went over to

Madeline's last night

after talking to Dad.

I understand.

So I think that we need to

talk to your dad again

about the two of you

working well together.

Thank you,

Mrs. Sanders.

Oh don't thank me,

thank your lawyer.

Is Frank Quincy

the other hunter?

The one that's

not your friend?

Ever the thinker.

But how could he have

hunted me in a wheelchair?

Surely you can divine a

solution to that riddle.

He's not hunting alone.

Possible, even probable.

But is his partner

a psycho too?

I hope I'll have the

chance to find out.

They were out

of skirt steak.

You better like pork chops.

I always hoped I'd

see you again,

but I never expected to.

I always expected

to see Beth again,

so I never hoped to.

I guess I got

them backwards.

You think I did

the wrong thing?

Taking the mission?

Why'd you

take it?

'Cause the soviets broke

my mother's spirit,

because I'm fluent

in Russian,

because I used to

be a patriot.

What are you now?

Now?

I'm a killer.

It's almost five.

Maybe he took her to

Colorado Springs for lunch.

We never should have gone

to that stupid church.

What has that got to

do with anything?

If we'd been here when Agent

Scott came looking for us,

we'd have kept

Madeline safe.

I'm sure they'll be

back soon, and...

They found him.

♪♪

What's up, docs?

How'd he get here?

Claims to have

no idea.

Says he went to sleep last

night in the hospital

and woke up here,

and then he called the operator

and asked for the police.

Hail, hail, the

gang's all here.

You look well,

Frank, considering.

We've been worried

about you.

Yeah, I can see that.

I just want to thank

you for doing all this

to keep me safe again.

Merely doing our

job, soldier.

We should get you back

to the hospital.

All right, let's

move him out.

♪♪

Well, I said hopefully

back by dinner.

Madeline: And you really think I

should tell them we had lunch

with the Sanders?

You know they'll

be furious.

They'll call the Sanders

and tell them it's time

for the punishment to end.

How do you know that?

I'm Scottie Andrews,

I don't lose cases.

But this isn't a case

in front of a judge.

Sweetheart, everyone

is a judge.

You don't think Mrs. Sanders

spent all afternoon

passing judgment on me?

And I won.

She still has to

convince Timmy's dad.

It's my judgment

that Mrs. Sanders

is an arm-twisting

charmer and then some.

♪♪

He expects us to believe that he

was unconscious the entire time

some mysterious person

spirited him out of here

and brought him across

town to the school.

I suggest we put him

under hypnosis now

so he can tell us

what really happened.

That can wait until morning.

We all need a good

night's sleep.

Susan: Millard, we've

spent all day afraid

that that man and whatever

accomplice he assuredly had

were going to come for us.

He's a trained killer.

He's lost a

woman he loved.

He's lost parts

of his memory.

We helped there.

I'm not talking

about that!

I'm talking about why he

came back to Granite Flats,

what he was doing with Beth,

which he can't remember.

I don't see why that

should concern us.

Because it's an unknown!

Millard, can't you see that

what's happened to Beth

has made him a threat?

He has no reason to honor

the deal we made with him.

He has every reason to want

to hurt us as he's been hurt.

And don't tell me he's some

cripple stuck in a hospital bed

because we've seen how quickly

that can be disproved.

Who's he working with?

What do they want of us?

Answers we can learn tomorrow

when I hope you've regained

your familiar calm objectivity.

♪♪

Wow.

All done.

Just like I said

it would be.

Todd--

You know, kinda like I said

I would meet you here

and I did, but

you weren't here.

I'm sorry, Wallace asked

me to stay for lunch.

I called your place

and the church--

But I was here where I

said I'd be, for hours.

Todd, I'm sorry.

That must have

been some lunch.

Seven courses?

All right, I've

apologized.

Is this because I blurted out

the engagement to Wallace?

Are you punishing me?

No, we were having fun,

and I tried calling you.

At all the wrong places!

You know what, forget it?

Enjoy the room.

♪♪

She wasn't very happy

with him telling me

they were engaged.

Well, I reckon she wants it

told the way she wants it told.

How'd it go with you and

my mom, engagement wise?

When I proposed, you'd have

thought she won the lottery.

But she was quite young.

Regina's old.

That's not where

I was going.

But she is though,

to not be married.

Regina's somebody who figured

out there's more to life

than just getting a

ring on your finger.

She's getting one now.

Didn't act like she'd

won any lottery, though.

Alice: I've been

reflecting on what I saw

as I lay quivering on the

floor here last night.

Maybe the doc's

your daddy.

How do you mean?

Well see, before I saw a

flyboy sitting there.

I saw the doc and

you together

opening one of those

Russian dolls,

ones where you

pry them apart

and there's a

smaller one inside,

smaller one inside

that, and so on.

You get to the

littlest one

and that one you

smashed with a hammer.

Inside, there was a note

written in Russian.

You asked

what it said,

and that's when I saw your

daddy say, "I'm coming."

My dad did speak Russian.

That's not a skill

you see every day.

His mom and his grandma

were from there.

Also my

interpretation,

Whittison wants to

be your old man.

So, you think you can

fix us up on a date?

Are you serious?

I told you, I think of

impossible things every day.

My father always hoped

I'd marry a doctor.

[whistling "Come Thou Fount"]

I received your message

and here I am.

You gave your old training

instructor, the lieutenant,

quite a scare as you've

done to my associates here,

not to mention our friends

in Langley and Moscow.

It should go

without saying

that you are now not only

a target of the KGB

but fast becoming a

target of our agency.

We don't take kindly

to operatives

abandoning their

mission mid-course.

I've done my utmost to assure

them that should you come here,

I could assuage

your temper.

Let me begin by answering

your inevitable question.

No, I had no idea you

and Quincy had history,

as it was classified

even for me.

I promised to keep

your family safe.

It was a promise fate

wouldn't allow me to keep,

and for that I am

so very sorry.

[punch]

Is that all?

Or do you have a bullet

chambered for me?

That's all for now.

You shouldn't

have come, Roy.

I needed answers!

And my son--

You can see your son

in two months

when that ship rescues you

from that island you swam to

when you survived the

plane's explosion!

I'm supposed to go back and

leave him to your protection?

Remain here and you'll

make yourself a target

of our own colleagues.

I can handle myself.

And what of Arthur?

He'll be a

target as well.

He's like you,

curious, clever,

doesn't always

follow the rules,

idolizes his father,

a patriot, a hero.

One has to wonder how he

might receive the news

that you chose to abandon

him to a fictional death,

not to mention what he

might think of your acts

of skulduggery

in the USSR.

You'd tell him?

What other

leverage do I have

to get you to go back to

Moscow and complete your work?

I've told no one that

you're here and I won't.

Nor will Frank.

Gather your things wherever

they are and go back.

Finish what you began,

then return in two

little months, a hero,

to greet your boy and take a

position that awaits you.

What position?

With me, of course.

I'd like to at least

see him first.

But no contact, or you

forfeit everything.

Here's the address.

I expect to receive

word next week

that you've returned

to your post.

You will.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Long day.

Did everything turn

out all right?

Mm-hm.

I'm sorry for being out

past curfew last night.

And for running off.

And for going over

to Madeline's.

Well, we've both got

cause to be sorry.

I'm frightened, Tim.

Of what?

You.

Hating me.

Well, don't be.

Madeline is

my friend.

I want the

punishment to end.

Your mother and I will talk

to the Andrews, do our best.

Thanks Mom.

I've got a favor

to ask you.

Achieving peace at

home wasn't enough?

It's not

about home.

This is about work.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[door creaking]

Wait--

♪♪

♪♪

Narrator: Next time

on Granite Flats...

I realized I know

who you are.

Don't you want to know

what the job is?

Madeline: It's finding out how

and why Mrs. Milligan died.

Susan: Just because

we've forgiven her

doesn't mean she's

forgiven us.

For what?

For what she saw

in those files.

Are you sure nothing's gonna

happen to this Hargraves?

So long as Hargraves

has nothing to hide,

he'll be just fine.

Narrator: Next time on

Granite Flats on BYUtv.