Original subtitles

I used to be a patriot.

What are you now?

Susan: He's a

trained killer.

He has every reason to want

to hurt us as he's been hurt.

I can handle myself.

And what of Arthur?

He'll be a target as well.

Roy: You view me

as a villain.

Isn't that how you

wish to be seen?

Madeline is my friend.

I want the

punishment to end.

We did hundreds

of things wrong.

Ronald: Khrushchev won't quit

until he's banging a shoe

on all of our heads!

You know they'll

be furious.

I'm Scottie Andrews.

I don't lose cases.

Ronald: He would appear

to be trying to change.

Susan: He is

changing, surely.

Hershel: Regina's somebody that

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.

The things I see...

...come true.

It's terrifying, ain't it?

♪

[sirens]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[laughs]

That's brilliant, Daniel.

Your guidance, make the chink

in the armor into shield.

You attack me for being

a dummkopf,

so I become

a genuine dummkopf.

I'm glad to see that my lessons

are having more

of an impact than those of your

fictional Herr Betelstein.

Alas, Herr Betelstein

is not fictional.

I last saw him a year ago

being loaded onto a train

for Auschwitz.

You're nearly ready to begin

your work back there

in your homeland.

Do you fear that you will

meet the same fate

as Herr Betelstein?

Daniel Schlegel

is no dummkopf,

Herr Doctor.

♪

♪

What's going on?

The Andrews would like to

employ their methods to dig

into your memory

of yesterday.

To get you to reveal

your accomplice.

He wasn't my accomplice.

I'm aware of that.

Where is he?

On his way back to complete

his mission,

which will be jeopardized

if anyone from my agency

finds out he was here.

Is that your wish?

Do you care

about Lieutenant Milligan?

He was my trainee.

And your friend.

I would assume that's why you

didn't remain here

after Washington with his wife.

The only people who know he

was here are in this room.

But should the Andrews gain

access to your unbridled memory

of yesterday,

that will change.

Roy will no longer simply be

in danger from the KGB

but from forces within my agency

as well.

Do you want your friend

placed in that jeopardy?

No.

But what do we do about

my unbridled memory?

Put a bridle on it.

This drug will

counteract the drug

Susan uses to

augment her hypnosis.

Okay.

But what about

the hypnosis itself?

What do I do when she starts

singing her song?

Bite the inside of your cheek

hard enough to draw blood.

That will force your focus

away from her voice.

That, combined with this,

will allow you to remain lucid

in full command of your

faculties while you,

of course,

affect otherwise.

You must seem to lose

all agency,

to be in her control,

and in that feigned state

you will tell them

who it was that

against your will,

spirited you from this room

two nights ago.

And who am I telling

them did that?

A red herring.

Whose name

you never need utter.

But he has a name.

Professor Stanfield Hargraves.

♪

♪ How long 'til the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ goodnight, my love. ♪

♪

John: So, what do you say?

Susan: Well-

I say that my brother should

mind his own business.

June: I suspect that he views

his family as his business.

His family?

This is my family.

Ronald, there's no need.

I'm sorry, I don't understand

why Scottie is suddenly-

Let's not make this

about Scottie.

Scottie made this

about Scottie.

Um, forgive me,

I haven't had my breakfast yet.

June: Of course,

and please forgive us

for dropping by so early

and unannounced,

but we're on

our way out of town

and we told Timmy that we would

speak to you today.

Darling, John and June have

made reasonable points.

They have, and far be it

from me to argue with reason.

Um, time to move on.

John: Oh boy, which brother's

Cain and which is Abel?

June: Now, John.

John: Well, I'm just hoping

I don't end up having to

arrest one of them.

June: Well, Scottie's

back in Denver,

so I think you're safe.

John: Well, mission

accomplished, I guess.

June: One mission, anyway.

John: You nervous?

June: Like you said, I'm just

going to be selling a story

instead of a lipstick.

Susan: And we agree

with Mr. and Mrs. Sanders,

that so long as you and Timmy

do not allow your friendship

to lead you into further

transgressions,

you may once again

spend time together.

Thank you.

Very much.

Susan: Yes.

And I should hasten to add

that your father and I hope

that this change will result

in a further thawing

of the rather chilly atmosphere

here at home.

I hope so too.

Breakfast is

on the table.

Thank you.

Ronald: Not exactly the joyous

celebration I'd expected.

Just because

we've forgiven her

doesn't mean

she's forgiven us.

For what?

For what she saw

in those files.

For what we did,

what we do.

And how do you suggest that

we get her forgiveness for that?

I have no earthly idea.

[door opening]

Wendy: Good morning, Pastor.

Hey, Wendy.

Officer Jenkins around?

On patrol, but I can get him

on the radio if you need him.

Oh, it's, no, I,

no, I, uh, it's...

Can I just wait?

Is that okay?

Of course.

This wasn't planned.

I meant impulsive.

I should have called.

I'm...

Anyway...

Never mind.

Is everything all right,

Pastor?

It's just, I had

a bit of a rough night.

Bad dreams?

No, when I was awake.

Insomnia?

Uh, before I went to bed,

actually.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Not your fault, my fault.

I don't--

Okay, I'm just going to

tell you what happened.

[phone ringing]

Sorry.

Oh, of course, take it.

Wendy: Granite Flats police.

Oh hello, Mrs. Peterman.

Wallace.

Timmy.

Do you not want me

to open my locker?

Huh? Oh.

What?

What do you mean, what?

What do you want?

Want?

What's going on, Wallace,

is this about Arthur?

Is he planning something?

No, no, just...

You're good with girls.

What are you

talking about?

Just there was

this girl

and I don't know

how to talk to her.

Regina says

that I don't have to talk,

but I have to talk.

I mean, you're really good

at talking to girls.

I mean,

you and Madeline...

Madeline and I

aren't allowed to talk.

Right, but I figured that was

account of you two talking

too much.

No.

Anyway, Madeline and I

are just friends.

You sure?

Definitely.

We've discussed it and we've

agreed that we're just friends.

It's over.

Your parents came

to my parents

and my parents said it's over,

we can be together again.

Holy smokes.

It worked!

I know.

[bell ringing]

I'm late.

We'll discuss

this further.

Just friends.

Right.

Wendy: All right.

Yes.

You have a wonderful day,

ma'am.

Well, I hope you can try.

Bye now.

She calls three times a week.

But like the chief says,

she pays taxes.

Anyway, you were saying?

I should go.

Oh.

But thank you

and tell Hershel...

You know what?

No message.

In fact, don't even tell him

that I was here.

Hey, what are you

doing here?

Oh, he's here

to see you, actually.

Everything all right?

He had a rough night.

Bad dreams?

Wendy: No, before he even

went to sleep.

Yeah?

Wendy: Yeah.

She has an excellent

memory for detail.

The chief says it's an asset

for this job.

You want to sit down

or do you want to take

this discussion

on the hoof?

On the hoof,

if that's okay.

Hershel: Yeah.

Well, good luck.

[door closing]

Ah, blew it.

Regarding?

Regina.

We had a fight

stemming from

a misunderstanding.

Mine.

That got compounded

by me.

Now I'm afraid that she

doesn't want to get married.

We're engaged, I probably

should have said that first.

Tell it how

you need to.

[sighs]

That's pretty much

all there is to tell.

We argued, I argued

and stormed out.

Anything untoward happen?

Untoward?

Did you raise a hand to her?

No, of course not.

I inquire because you're here

talking to a lawman.

I'm here talking to a friend.

Whose wife left him

a dozen years ago

and ain't been

with a gal since.

Hardly in a position

to provide counsel.

No, I...

Right.

I know that.

But why I'm here,

what I was hoping is

that you could talk to Regina.

And say what?

That I...

Not wanting to do

any further harm,

came to you to act as a proxy

bearing my olive branch.

Well, I am a peace officer.

[laughs]

Is that a yes?

Of course it is.

Congratulations on the

impending nuptials.

May they still be impending.

Susan: ♪ They will of

all fears disarm thee, ♪

♪ no forebodings

should alarm thee, ♪

♪ they will let no peril

harm thee ♪

♪ all through the night... ♪

Susan: When you open your eyes,

Frank,

you'll be where

you were yesterday,

in the classroom

at the school.

Three, two, one.

Open your eyes.

How did you get here?

A man brought me.

Susan: A friend?

No.

I don't know him.

Who is he?

He's wearing a mask.

A mask?

For trick-or-treating.

Looks like Jackie Kennedy.

Susan: What about his clothes?

What's he wearing?

A suit.

His hands,

are they a young man's?

No, old.

Why has he brought you here,

Frank?

Because something is rotten

in the state of America.

He said that?

And what else?

He wants to know why I came

back to Granite Flats.

What do you tell him?

I don't remember why.

I don't remember

the last month.

Susan: But he presses.

No, he tells me to wait to

see what they'll do to me next.

They.

You.

What does he mean

what we do next?

Frank: He says you'll either

release me after I heal

or you'll keep me in here.

And if we keep you in here?

Then he'll want to talk

to me again.

Why didn't you tell us this

yesterday?

Because he said if I told

anyone about him,

he'd kill Beth's son.

♪

Alice.

Milly, what?

Nobody ever call you that?

Not even in grade school.

You're a peach,

you know that?

Is your lady shrink ready

to take a gander

inside my skull?

Dr. Andrews is running

a tad late.

Oh, I've yet to meet a doctor

who could tell time.

Your patience

is appreciated.

Oh, on another subject,

you want to go on a date?

Excuse me?

I knew that's the face

you'd make.

Calm yourself, Milly.

I have absolutely zero

romantic inclinations.

But the kid thinks of you

as his daddy

and I'm what passes

as a momma these days,

so I thought we ought

to give getting along

the old college try.

You're serious.

As cancer.

Check your schedule

and get back to me.

Oh also, Arthur wants to meet

Frank Quincy.

No, I don't think

that's advisable.

Then you can be the one

to tell the kid

why he can't talk to one

of his last remaining links

to his mother.

I'll bring him by

after school.

And send your female head

shrinker to fetch me

whenever she finds a moment

in her busy day.

[sighs]

Hi.

Hi.

So here we are.

Openly talking.

Indeed, with no fear

of reprisal.

So...

So...

I've been--

I wanted to--

Ladies first.

You know I'm not like that.

I do.

Well, uh, let's sit.

One thing,

I think maybe we should try

to talk to Frank Quincy again,

see what else he says

about Arthur's mom.

I don't know how

I would do that

without giving my mother or

father cause for suspicion.

Maybe I could talk to him.

How?

Well, Regina's

his nurse, right?

And she's like Wallace's mom.

So maybe Wallace and I--

You want to include

Wallace in this?

Maybe.

Let's think about it.

You said that was one thing.

What's the other thing?

We can talk about it later.

Timmy, what?

The other day

at the professor's,

we were talking about us

just being friends.

Uh-huh.

And I thought about that a lot.

Yes.

And I care so much about you.

And I you.

So I think we should just

stick to that plan,

be friends, because it would

kill me not to see you again.

And I wouldn't want to do

anything stupid to make

that happen.

♪

Ronald: An older man in that

classroom quoting Shakespeare.

It's not unreasonable.

No, just wildly improbable.

I don't disagree.

Nonetheless,

I think at the very least

we need to inform Millard.

And perhaps take a closer look

at Professor Hargraves.

Hargraves: Eighteen-fifty-five.

The nation teeters

on the brink of what?

Ms. Andrews.

The Civil War.

The prevailing thought

of the day,

how can this war be averted?

Threats?

Guns?

Spies?

Walt Whitman had

a different answer.

What was it?

Louise.

Poetry.

"Do you see, oh my brothers

and sisters,

"It is not chaos or death,

it is form and union

"and plan.

"It is eternal life.

"It is happiness.

"Do I contradict myself?

"Very well then,

I contradict myself.

"I am large.

I contain multitudes."

Who is the "I" here and

throughout the poem?

Wallace, who is the "I?"

Is that a trick question?

[laughter]

Read it aloud.

"I am large.

I contain multitudes."

Do you?

Do I?

Oh, "I."

[laughter]

Hargraves: Yes, you,

Wallace Jenkins.

You are the "I."

And you and you

and every one of you.

Villains and heroes,

friends and enemies,

brothers and sisters.

This poem was

not written simply

for the North and

the South of 1855,

but for the blacks

and the whites of 1964.

For the Soviets and the

Americans of today as well.

Would that Bull Connor

and Dr. King

could read it aloud together

from the pulpit of

the Ebenezer Baptist Church

to speak in unison

these words:

"I am large...

I contain multitudes."

Poetry.

Poetry matters.

Millard: I'm relieved the

lieutenant didn't try to escape

of his own accord.

But do you really think

this man,

what's his name again?

Stanfield Hargraves.

And he teaches junior high?

Yes.

But I assume

he has a PhD.

The children call him

"professor."

Hang on, is he the one who

staged that Hamlet reading

before Christmas?

Indeed.

He's a bit long in the tooth.

I wasn't aware the KGB had

a retirement age

on their operatives.

You're leaping to the KGB?

Ronald: Hargraves arrived

here just weeks

after Major Kirkpatrick's death.

The kidnapper was asking

Frank about M.K. Ultra.

Obviously the kidnapping

has some connection

to Kirkpatrick's network

and the Plumber.

Susan believes this is all

highly circumstantial.

Because it is.

And before we throw

Professor Hargraves to the FBI,

I would prefer

that Ronald and I vet him.

There's no harm

in vetting him.

I will inform Agent Scott

of this development,

but ask that he

restrict his inquiries

to a background check

on the professor.

Hargraves: Junius Brutus Booth.

In the 1840's in New York,

there was no finer actor

on the stage.

After seeing Booth

on the stage,

the young Walt Whitman wrote,

"His genius was to me

"one of the grandest revelations

of my life."

Tim Tim.

The passage.

"Agonies are one of my

changes of garments.

"I do not ask the wounded

person how he feels.

I myself become

the wounded person."

This was Whitman's

grandest revelation.

Booth didn't play

Richard III.

He became him!

Again we see Whitman's

ultimate aim: unification.

As there should be no division

between north and south,

so should there be no

division between the artist

and his work.

Arthur: But there is division,

all the time.

[laughs]

Of course there is.

But the aim of a poet, or

the actor, is to seek unity.

Even if he's lying?

Excuse me?

He was an actor,

so he was a liar.

Do you recall Hamlet

to Ophelia?

"God hath given you one face

and you make

yourselves another."

This theme, the assumption

of a false identity,

is not unique to Whitman

nor indeed to de Vere,

the man who wrote under

the mask of Shakespeare.

What both writers found

was that in the very act

of assuming a false face, they

discovered universal truths.

Yeah, well, all Whitman's

unifying didn't exactly work.

I mean, the Civil War

still happened.

Indeed.

And at its climax,

President Lincoln himself

was assassinated.

By whom?

Ms. Andrews.

John Wilkes B--

Booth.

John Wilkes Booth, actor's

son of Junius Brutus Booth.

After he put a bullet through

President Lincoln's brain,

John Wilkes Booth leapt from

the box onto the stage

of Ford's theater shouting,

"Sic semper tyrannis!"

"Ever thus to tyrants."

John shared

his father's skills,

but not his father's mission.

Some artists divide.

Some unite.

The question is,

what kind of artist are you?

How soon before

the robot's done?

Epilepsy is

a serious condition, Alice.

Alice: For which you have

no serious remedy, Susie Q.

Susan: Remedy, no.

But we have multiple

treatment protocols.

Drink this, swallow that,

shove this into your veins.

All for what?

So I can be normal?

What's normal?

Who decided normal

meant be quiet,

look pretty, smile,

and shut up?

Is that question intended

to be rhetorical?

You don't miss a trick.

Smarter than all the men

in your class, weren't you?

I had to be.

Alice: Sure you did.

So listen up, smart girl,

'cause here's the deal.

As long as I know myself,

I'm not a danger to myself

or anyone else.

I start letting you try to

change me with your pills

and your potions,

then sayonara Alice!

And who's coming

in the door to replace me?

And that one's capable

of doing things

you wouldn't want on your

conscience, Susie Q.

You speak as if

from experience.

Yeah,

I've been treated before.

What was the result?

I got quiet and smiled

and stabbed a man

until he was dead.

Oh my.

Alice: Yeah, oh my.

If I may ask--

Ulysses Dreyer, my fiancé.

What had Mr. Dreyer done

to trigger that?

You mean other

than propose marriage?

[laughs]

Ah, humor leavens

darkness.

What he did was unspeakable.

And I won't speak of it,

except to say that--

Your fiancé?

We don't all get

Dr. Prince Charming, Susie Q.

But then you...

Surely what you did was

self-defense.

Well, the jury didn't see it

that way

on account of there was

no proof of what he'd done

and plenty of proof of my crime,

which I did the very next day

at his office

in front of 17 people.

I'm telling you, if I hadn't

been filled with those pills

or had those electroshocks,

Ulysses would have never been

able to do anything untoward

in the first place.

Truth be told,

I'd have likely never even

accepted his proposal

'cause I would have seen him

for who he was.

I can't let my mind

be clouded again.

It may not be as tip top

a mind as yours,

but at least it's clear.

On a clear day, it can see

an awful long way.

[thunder]

John: Not quite the picnic

we had planned.

June: Oh, you're all the

sunshine I need, darling.

Lois told me this morning

that she wants to be a lawyer.

I guess Scottie Andrews had

quite the effect on her.

Mm-hmm.

What sort of fellow do you

make him out to be?

The sort that has an effect

on a 17-year old girl.

This is a heck

of a tuna fish sandwich.

Oh, well, I'm glad

that it had an effect on you.

And you're a heck of a woman,

Junie, for doing this for me.

Well, I thought I was doing

this to serve

and protect the town

of Granite Flats.

That too.

You really think that Ezekiel

hasn't checked this already?

Well, he most likely did,

but you asking,

it may get a different answer.

Why?

'Cause Ezekiel's an FBI agent

and you are an Avon lady.

Thank you

for subjecting yourself

to my examination, Alice.

And I do appreciate

your candor.

Candor's all I know

how to do anymore.

And I appreciate you not

trying to alter my mind.

You're not like

most shrinks.

Well, thank you.

You're not like

most murderers.

[makes a cat sound]

Susie Q's got claws.

[makes a cat sound]

When Susie Q. wishes

to reveal them.

[laughs]

You did quite well.

The blood pressure

or conning the Andrews?

Both.

And you're sure nothing's

going to happen

to this Hargraves?

He's a wild goose leading them

on a chase away from Roy,

that's all.

So long as Hargraves

has nothing to hide,

he'll be just fine.

Does it ever get any easier?

Reading blood pressure?

Lying.

That would seem to be

a question I could just

as easily put to you.

[music swells dramatically]

[knocking]

Is that the fish monger?

With today's catch.

[door opening]

Ah, what ages you?

This is the idea.

My best student.

Thank you for

the high marks.

But it is time for me

to graduate.

Meaning?

I want to be more

than a courier.

I'd like to train

as an assassin.

Is that right?

Certainly.

The quickest way to end all

this is to kill Hitler.

Did you let him graduate?

Millard: I'm presume you're

aware of how Hitler died.

That doesn't answer

my question.

Daniel moved on

from being a courier

when the time was right.

And the time isn't right for

me to talk to Frank Quincy?

It is the nature of youth

to wish to climb fences.

Be patient and I will show you

were the gate is.

Do something.

[tapping]

You a veteran

or do you just like the VA?

I was in the Korean war.

Snappy rejoinder.

I like it.

Alice White.

Auntie to your former partner

in crime solving.

Oh, hello.

I would infer that

you know my name.

I do, Madeline Andrews.

It's good to match it

to a face.

[door opens]

Arthur, hello.

I'm ready.

I hope you're ready to

remember the manners

I know your mother

taught you.

A young lady greets you,

you greet her back.

Hi, Madeline.

Lovely to meet you,

my dear.

And you.

Alice: You're disappointed.

You thought you had

the doc wrapped

around your little finger.

Don't give up hope.

I'll talk to him about Quincy

again when we have our date.

He agreed to that?

Ye of little faith!

Pretty soon old Milly's gonna

find himself wrapped

around my little finger.

♪

Oh.

Hey, Wallace.

Hi.

What are you doing?

Uh, nothing.

I, uh, I'm a good cook.

Oh yeah?

Hungry?

You sure this is okay

with your mom?

That you cook

spaghetti sauce?

Marinara, but I mean,

would she mind?

Why would she mind?

I mean, she's invited.

She's at work.

Right, but I mean,

when she gets home,

I should leave her a note

on your door.

Okay...

Be right back.

You nervous now?

Is it obvious?

No, no.

You look great,

and you're going to do great.

Okay?

Scottie: June?

[laughs]

June: Scottie!

What are you doing here?

The Avon distribution

office is here.

What about you?

Scottie: I'm running an office

in this place.

The stars are aligning.

[laughs]

Oh, this is my husband,

John.

Sheriff and I have

already met.

Good to see you again.

You selling cosmetics too?

Excuse me?

That was a joke.

'Cause you're here too.

John drove me.

See?

I knew you weren't

old enough to drive.

Inside joke.

He was teasing me yesterday

about looking young.

I got it.

Anyway, we don't want to

hold you up.

Nor I, you.

Delightful to see you again.

Sheriff.

It's Chief.

Scottie: Oh, right.

Chief.

So, you want to be

a lawyer like Lois?

Excuse me?

It's just...

Scottie seems to have quite

an effect on you.

He's a silly man.

Anyway, I shouldn't dawdle.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

[phone ringing]

Regina: Sorry, sweetie,

there's a phone call for you

at the front desk.

♪

This is Madeline Andrews.

Frank: Do you know who this is?

I do.

I realized I know

who you are.

I heard about you from Beth.

You're Arthur's friend.

I was.

We had a falling out.

Why did you want to talk

to me the other day?

And don't tell me it was

for a biology paper.

I know who you are...

Your involvement

with my parents.

How?

My other partner,

Timmy.

He and I found the

M.K. Ultra files.

You and Timmy?

Are you still partners?

We are.

Could I hire you?

You could.

But I'd need you to work

with Arthur again.

He won't agree to that.

He will after I ask him.

How will you do that?

Frank: I'm talking to you,

aren't I?

Then consider us hired.

Don't you want to know

what the job is?

It's finding out how

and why Mrs. Milligan died.

Correct?

I can see I've turned

to the right detective.

I'll be in touch.

Good.

♪

[typewriter clicking]

[typewriter clicking]

[clears throat]

June: I'm sorry to

bother you again,

but you had said Mr. Fitzhugh

would be back at 4:30.

Oh, he must have run into

trouble at the shipping center.

I could go there.

Oh no, you couldn't.

Strict no ladies policy.

Like I said,

if you'd called ahead,

this could have been avoided.

You did say that.

Consider me chastened.

Officer Jenkins.

Nurse Clark.

I'm here

on unofficial business.

All right.

Do you want to sit?

♪

I've been chewing on how

to put a question to you

regarding an

emotionally-charged matter

in such a way as to elicit

the desired response.

Well, why don't

you tell me

what the desired response is?

The desired response

is a yes.

And what's the question?

Before I pose it,

let me suggest that some men who

may be skilled at communication,

when it comes to affairs

of the heart regarding a woman

for whom they feel

an abiding bond,

these men can

sometimes put their foot

so far down their mouth

they can swallow

their whole leg.

Well, for the record,

even when I despised you,

I was still impressed with

your language skills.

Despised me?

Loathed you?

Wished you ill?

Wanted nothing to do

with you.

I guess I earned

those rebukes.

Yet through it all

you dazzled me

with your facility with words.

Well, that's long been a name

of mine since I read Mr. Dickens

as a youth.

But it's not my words

that are in question here.

Whose words

are we talking about?

Todd's.

I don't understand.

He came to me this morning,

told me he was afraid you'd

never speak to him again,

let alone marry him.

And asked if I'd tender

an offer of parley,

which is my purpose here.

I see.

[laughs]

I thought...

What?

Nothing.

Of course I'll speak

to him again.

You're a good man.

You're a good woman.

Oh.

In New York, my driver waits

in the car.

I always invite him in,

but he says he prefers leather

seats to marble lobbies.

Does he really say that?

Or did you just invent

that tale

to try to get me to like you?

Well John, I don't try to get

anybody to like me.

They either do or they don't,

and I can tell you're

in the latter camp.

You won't be shocked to know

that you've got company.

There are tens if not

hundreds of people in New York

who are on record

as hating me.

And yet I manage to sleep

at night.

Enjoy the marble.

So he's hiring us to do what

we already wanted to do?

Precisely.

Tim: Swell.

Now we just need to figure out

how to do it.

I have to say, I wish we

could talk to Arthur.

Well, Lieutenant Quincy says

he's going to make that happen.

In fact, he's made it a

prerequisite of the case.

Ronald: Oh, hello sweetheart.

Timmy.

Dr. Andrews.

I already spoke to your wife

but I wanted to deliver the same

message directly to you.

I deeply appreciate

what you did today.

You, sir, are an example

of the power

of the individual to change.

♪

Susan: Wash up for dinner,

you two.

They didn't waste any time.

You were expecting otherwise?

I've said it before

and I will say it again,

that kid is a weirdo.

Hmm, does he remind you

of anyone?

Even the glasses match.

Oh, don't be absurd!

We're nothing alike.

I beg to differ.

You and Timmy are driven,

clever, and fiercely loyal,

not to mention that you

both adore Madeline.

All right,

but I'm not a weirdo.

Darling,

it's time you learned,

you are a weirdo.

We all are.

♪

[typewriter clicking]

I am regrettably

allowing my emotions

to get the better of me.

I spoke of masks today.

Will my own mask be lifted?

[door opens]

Eileen, still here

at this hour?

Mr. Fitzhugh, you have--

June: Mr. Fitzhugh,

June Sanders from Granite Flats

Mrs. Sanders,

we meet at last.

And Benji, I insist.

Mr. Fitzhugh

makes me feel older

than I would wish to appear.

[chuckles]

Well, Benji, I do apologize

for not calling first,

but a matter arose

regarding my latest order

which I felt was best

handled in person.

I see.

Benji: Mrs. Sanders,

let us repair to my office.

Please sit.

And tell me what is it

about your order

that has spirited your

lovely self here.

Well, my order never arrived.

Oh, this is--

This is dreadful.

Mrs. Sanders,

I do so appreciate you coming

directly to me with this

as opposed to calling Chicago.

Allow me a moment to locate

the paperwork.

Of course.

I was wondering if this had

ever happened before,

that a shipment went missing.

Not on Benji Fitzhugh's watch.

And I might say,

as ghastly as this news is,

I'm grateful it's arriving

now and not two months ago.

Why is that?

Well, believe it or not,

in January we had a visit

from some gentlemen from the

Federal Bureau of Investigation

asking the very same question

you just asked,

and wanting a list of all

of my ladies, state-wide.

Goodness.

But no orders have gone missing?

Not since I assumed

this post.

And when was that?

Nineteen-fifty-six.

Ah, there, this is it.

Can you confirm

this order for me?

June: That's it.

Dear, oh, dear,

it looks like it will be me

who will be calling Chicago

in the morning.

Is that your wife?

Oh no, I'm not married to

anything other than my work,

I'm afraid.

That's my sister, Zelda.

[music swells dramatically]

♪

Not a lot of boys who can cook.

How'd you learn?

Regina.

The foster mom.

She seems nice.

She is.

She taught me to be nice.

I was wondering who did that.

You're teasing me.

I am?

[laughs]

[knocking]

I'll get it.

It's probably my mom.

Great, plenty for everyone.

Ally: You're not my mom.

No.

[plate crashes]

I'm his mom.

Hello, Wallace.

[ominous music intensifies]

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

Narrator: Next time

on Granite Flats...

Susan: Have your travels ever

taken you behind the curtain?

I so do love that phrase.

Why are you here?

I don't expect you to

understand what I did,

but I have changed.

Are you tired of pretending

you're not smarter

than your husband?

John: I figure you and

me are equally guilty,

you being the one

who pushed him

to the desperate

place he was in,

and put him in

front of my gun.

Narrator: Next time

on Granite Flats.