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Hargraves: I am regrettably

allowing my emotions

to get the better of me.

And who am I telling

them did that?

A red herring,

whose name you

never need utter.

Why didn't you tell

us this yesterday?

Because he said he'd

kill Beth's son.

Ronald: Nonetheless, I

think at the very least

we need to inform Millard

and perhaps take a closer

look at Professor Hargraves.

Scottie: 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.

Alice: I got quiet and

smiled and stabbed a man

until he was dead.

Hargraves: The question is,

what kind of artist are you?

Ally: You're not my mom.

I'm his mom.

Madeline: Consider us hired.

Don't you want to know

what the job is?

It's finding out how and

why Mrs. Milligan died.

June: Is that your wife?

That's my

sister, Zelda.

♪

[knocking]

[door opening]

You got a visitor.

Hey, Regina.

Hey, buddy.

I like your new place.

Thanks.

Are you having dinner

with us?

Oh, she has rejected

my offer.

Maybe she's had

your cooking.

[laughs]

Has he always been

such a dastardly rapscallion?

Only to people

he likes.

And I'm sorry,

I have dinner plans.

But I promised that I would

deliver this today.

He asked that you

read it quickly.

Who?

Frank Quincy.

I'll see myself out.

♪

He wants me to talk to

Timmy and Madeline.

What for?

He doesn't say.

How ominous.

Yeah.

Unless it's the opposite.

Unless he's just trying to get

you three to be friends again.

Why would he want that?

Everybody loves

a happy ending, bucko.

Especially when

like Frank Quincy

they don't get it

for themselves.

♪

You gonna do

what he asks?

As long as he doesn't expect

there to be a happy ending.

♪

♪ How long 'til the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ goodnight my love. ♪

♪

♪

Were you followed?

You're in danger.

Were you followed?

He's in danger.

You're in danger.

I'm a spy.

I've been in danger

all my life.

Arthur: What did you see?

Milly's a spy?

Holy smokes.

So I found this bakery

in Colorado Springs

run by a French expatriate,

which means we will be eating

actual croissant.

You and your father will get

a little taste of Paris.

Great, but, uh,

it'll just be us two for brunch.

I'd understood

that your father

was going to be joining us.

Yeah.

Duty calls.

It seems to call a great deal

this past week.

Chief's been busy elsewhere.

I would understand,

of course,

if your father

wished to avoid me.

I'm not a fool, not anymore.

By which I mean to say

I was once.

I got that.

Well, you are certainly no fool

and I've appreciated

all the time you've given me

this week.

Appreciate you helping me

with homework,

especially French.

Pas de problème, monsieur.

Arthur: And Daniel was

his top spy.

Daniel looked

wet behind the ears.

He was 16

when he started.

What happened to him?

I don't know.

I never asked.

You're going to warn him,

Dr. Whittison,

if he's in danger.

He's still a spy,

isn't he?

He's pretty much

retired now.

Pretty much?

He helps them

recruit new agents.

Starting with

14-year-olds.

He's not recruiting me.

Alice: Isn't that why he's

filling your head with tales

Are you going to

make him stop?

I have no power

over him.

Any minute now.

I detect you're a little raw

regarding how things

have fallen out between us

these past few months?

It's not a lot of fun,

being on the outside

of something.

J. Edgar Hoover hates

Martin Luther King.

Did you know that?

The director doesn't believe

in the Civil Rights movement,

yet from the early days

of the Bureau,

he has employed negroes.

'Cause you see,

sometimes negroes associate

with communists or operate

criminal enterprises.

So, I guess it's my good

fortune that Director Hoover

understood he needed negro cops

to catch negro bad guys.

It only took him 16 years

to realize I was smart enough

to work a case where suspects

weren't my color.

Now you may decry that

as too slow,

or you could recognize

that in the history of this

young Civil Rights Movement,

16 years is the blink of an eye.

So when I start to feel angry

about how far the negro

in America still has to go,

I try to focus on just

how far I've come.

Well, I didn't mean...

I'm sorry.

No.

No need to apologize, John.

I'm just trying to say

that I know how it feels to be

on the outside and then some.

[door opens]

We got her.

Bring her in.

This next part

won't be pretty.

No, she's here

on account of me.

I'm not going to miss this.

I delivered your letter.

How did he respond?

He accepted it.

I didn't stay

to see him read it.

I appreciate it, Regina.

Nurses take care of people.

I understand congratulations

are in order

regarding a change in your

status on income tax returns

and the like.

Who told you about that?

Well, I'm a trained

espionage operative.

[laughs]

Is that so?

How does it feel

being engaged?

That good, huh?

I'm sorry.

Frank: No need to apologize.

It's just that everyone

seems so relieved.

At last she's finally

tying the knot,

as if I need a man

to be happy.

I mean, plenty of people

never marry.

Me, for instance.

Anyway, I'd love to meet him.

[doorbell]

[laughs]

Susan: Welcome, Professor.

Let me take your hat

and coat.

Thank you.

And as there are

no children present,

I must insist that you

call me Stanfield.

Only if you call me Susan.

By all means.

This is uncommonly kind

of you and your husband.

Small recompense

for all you've done for us,

not simply aiding Madeline

with her studies,

but with an unfortunate

bit of sullenness.

Adolescence is fraught

with such moments.

Oh, the man who's turning

my daughter into a poet!

Hi.

Hi back at you.

You're sounding saucy today.

I think I'm just nervous.

Hiding that behind

a mask of sauciness?

Indeed.

Well, I'm nervous too.

What did you tell

your parents?

That I was going over

to Wallace's,

like we planned.

I said Allie's.

It was Wallace's idea,

so you and I weren't saying

the same place.

Allie said she'd

cover for you?

Wallace talked to her.

Maybe she's the girl.

What girl?

Allie.

Yes, I mean,

the girl for what?

For nothing.

Timmy, what are you

talking about?

I think Wallace

likes Allie.

Like, likes?

Like, likes.

That would be nice for Wallace

if that works out.

Yeah, and for Allie.

Yes.

Hello, Zelda.

You're one of those negroes

with guns, like Malcolm X?

I am a negro and I have a gun,

but I'm not a Muslim.

My savior is Jesus Christ,

my employer is the Federal

Bureau of Investigation,

my name is Ezekiel Scott,

and I'd like you to tell me

who the Plumber is.

What are you talking about?

What plumber?

That's exactly what your

brother Benji said last night.

My brother?

Benji's in Chicago

on business.

That's what Eileen in his office

told you when you got back today

from wherever you were

on your business,

but they only said that

because I told them to.

Benji is here.

No, no, that's not...

[banging]

I don't understand.

[door opens]

Benji!

Are you all right, darling?

What's going on?

This is a violation

of our rights.

We are British citizens!

I demand to speak

to my ambassador.

You can't do this.

I want my attorney.

Where's the arrest warrant?

This is illegal!

You are criminals!

I want to speak

to the ambassador!

[door locks]

I haven't seen him

since he told me about my dad

and tried to get me

to punch him.

Don't punch him tonight.

Timmy: Don't worry.

Or bite his ear.

[both laugh]

Hey, what's so funny?

Okay, so sorry, sorry,

but remember that fight

when I bit your ear?

Why are you talking

about that?

Because I told him not to

bite Arthur's ear tonight.

You'd bite his ear?

[both laugh]

[laughter continues]

Scottie: Did you

get stood up too

or are you running away

from home?

[laughs]

I'm meeting John.

Who stood you up?

My no-good niece,

after all I've done for her.

And how long

will you be staying?

That depends on how fast

the service is.

I meant in Granite Flats.

Oh, well, I'm just

here on weekends--

Well, in Denver until

my case goes to trial.

What is your case,

if I may ask?

You may ask,

but I mustn't tell.

Waitress: Mrs. Sanders,

Chief's on the phone.

Excuse me.

Table for one, sir?

Step away and ask me that again

when Mrs. Sanders comes back.

Okay.

Okay, fine.

Bye.

[sighs]

Everything all right?

He will be in time

for dessert.

Table for one, sir?

Oh, um...

Would you like to join me?

Oh, uh, thank you.

[chuckles]

Thanks.

I am starving.

Look at the plays

of which disguise,

the assumption of

a false face, and often

a false name,

is critical to the plot.

"Hamlet," of course,

"Twelfth Night""

"Measure for Measure""

"King Lear,"

"Two Gentlemen of Verona,"

"A Winter's Tale," "Cymbeline""

"Much Ado About Nothing""

"All's Well That Ends Well"--

Fair enough, but what motive

would this Earl of Oxford

have had to write

under a pseudonym?

As a psychiatrist,

surely you don't believe people

possess a single motive.

Do you ever only have one reason

for doing a thing, Susan?

I suppose not,

but I do usually have

a primary conscious reason.

Yes, and de Vere's was,

like so many of his plays,

political.

And what were his politics?

He was a monarchist

who believed in the divine right

of kings and queens.

As such, it would have been

an assault on God for an earl,

a member of the

anointed nobility,

to use his hand, heart,

and mind to craft works of art

for the commonweal.

Do you ascribe to this view

as well?

[scoffs]

Heavens, no.

I am part of a commonweal,

as are we all,

or should be, anyway, absent

these false class divisions.

Sounds dangerously

socialist Stanfield.

Well, uh...

I do enjoy a bit of danger.

[laughs]

[chuckles]

♪

Can I help you?

Uh, I hope so.

I'm looking for

Regina Clark.

You found her.

Oh, hello.

I'm Jennifer Jenkins.

I thought it was Jenny.

Excuse me?

Hershel told me that nobody

ever called you Jennifer.

Oh.

Well, yes, that was true.

But it's not any longer?

Things are all changed?

Regina--

Nurse Clark.

Nurse Clark, I came by

to thank you

for the role you've played

in Wallace's life.

So Hershel finally

talked to you?

Wallace told me about you.

Hershel...

I have exchanged, I believe,

about 25 sentences with Hershel,

which is not unexpected,

nor is your reaction to me.

Why are you here?

To thank you.

In Granite Flats.

I don't expect you to understand

what I did when I was 19,

a new mother,

a drunk married to a drunk,

but I have changed

a great deal.

I wanted Wallace to see that

and Hershel.

Well, they've seen it.

Todd: There you are.

Hi.

Hello.

Jenny Jenkins.

Oh my goodness, Jenny.

So nice to meet you.

Pastor Todd Brooker.

Well, nice to meet you,

Pastor.

And congratulations

on your engagement.

Regina, you are

a fortunate woman.

Thank you.

And you, sir,

have clearly met your match.

So nice when that happens.

I must dash.

Have a lovely evening.

And you.

She's not what I expected.

What does she want?

That is a great question.

Did you call my attorney?

Or the embassy?

You do comprehend that

you're violating my rights

and assuredly several laws.

Don't think for a moment simply

because I'm a British citizen

I am unversed in

the American constitution.

Ezekiel: That's a photo of you

approaching the home

of a known KGB operative

and here's a recording of you

talking to him.

[Zelda, Southern accent]

After tomorrow,

there's nothing I can do to

guarantee your delivery.

You'll be stuck.

Nice accent.

Where were you going to

deliver him?

East Berlin?

Moscow?

Havana?

Am I in a Kafka novel?

I was selling cosmetics.

Except, according to Benji,

you don't sell Avon.

Well...

Benji is unaware.

The manager of Avon

Regional Distribution

doesn't know his own sister

is selling his product?

I have, unbeknownst

to my brother,

appropriated cosmetics and

sold them throughout the state,

keeping the proceeds

for myself.

Should you wish to arrest me

for that,

that's your prerogative.

But I should still need to

speak to my attorney.

How long has it been since

Zelda and Benji came to America?

Six years?

Six years to concoct an alibi,

and this is all she's got?

Zelda, I'm disappointed.

It's not an alibi,

it's a confession.

I just admitted to a crime.

Petty larceny and fraud,

yeah, I heard you.

My colleagues and I are

ordering some Chinese.

Are you hungry?

A little lo mein?

Egg roll?

Oh, no, thank you.

Just my attorney.

Well, let's go ask Benji

if he's hungry, then.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Arthur: Thanks for

bringing them.

Wallace: Sure.

See you later.

Stay.

I won't work with these two

unless you're on board.

Arthur,

that's preposterous.

Is it?

Madeline: Certainly.

Wallace was kind enough to--

Madeline--

What?

It's not

preposterous.

Wallace is close with Regina,

so he has access to the hospital

and at the police station

because of his dad

and unlike us,

he's not under suspicion.

Suspicion of what?

I'll explain.

There's some stuff you

need to know, too, Arthur.

Madeline?

Your reasoning is sound.

Wallace stays.

Come on in then

and do your explaining.

What led you to choose

teaching?

Forgive a cliché,

but teaching chose me.

That's certainly how I feel

about medicine

and Ronald about chemistry.

Oh, you're a chemist?

I had thought you were also

a medical doctor.

No.

Bedside manner.

I- I can't talk to people.

Susan: You can.

You just frequently

would prefer not to.

Sometimes I tease him

that he'd be happier

in some science fiction realm

surrounded by automatons.

I tell her that's not

science fiction,

that's the Soviet Union.

Ha!

Touché!

Perhaps you should

consider a visit.

Oh, I don't think

I'd get a visa.

Oh, I suppose it would depend on

what you were going to

give them for it.

[dramatic piano music]

I promise

it's not poisoned.

Grandmother,

what big teeth you have.

I may be a big wolf, Milly,

but I'm not bad.

And I don't bite,

unless bitten.

Do you have intentions

that way?

Certainly not.

Good.

Then let's eat.

What I want to know is this:

if you're a spy, how come you

didn't know I existed

until after my sister

was dead?

Arthur and I talked.

Did he mention I'm retired?

He did, and before you go

getting all huffy,

I was the one who figured out

you were a spook.

And how did you do that?

Oh, I... I have visions

during my seizures.

Dinner's not the only thing

getting put on the table

tonight.

All set?

Listen, I know

we had plans,

but this Jenny

has me so unsettled.

Okay, well, I can run out

and get sandwiches or--

I mean, I feel like

I should use my break

to go talk to Hershel.

And tell him what?

I don't know,

but I don't trust her.

Okay.

Well, let's go.

I was thinking that

I would just go.

He might feel ganged up on

if we're both there.

Uh...

And I was hoping that you

would talk to Frank Quincy.

He said that

he wanted to meet you

and I think that

he would benefit

from your wonderful

and caring presence.

Of course.

I'll see you

when you get back.

You will.

♪

[door opens]

♪

[dog barks]

Timmy: And that about covers it.

Wallace: Wow.

So, Dr. Whittison is--

Madeline: Part of M. K. Ultra,

yes.

Does your dad know?

About M.K. Ultra?

No.

Madeline's parents made us

promise to never speak of it

again to each other

or to another soul.

A promise we've just broken.

Why?

Because this matters.

We're talking about

your mother, Arthur.

Okay.

Well, I need to tell you

something.

What?

Arthur: Last year,

before H.Q. got raided,

I took the codebook

and the cipher

and showed them

to Dr. Whittison.

Arthur!

You what?

Hey there.

Well, I just met her.

Jenny?

I-I-I don't trust her.

And neither should you!

What is she doing here?

What does she want?

She's his mother.

She spent a year with him.

I had him longer than that.

Look, nobody has him.

Not her, not you,

and least of all, me.

He's his own man.

Each of us are only our own.

Have faith in him.

He loves you like a mother.

Well, I love him like a son.

That's what matters.

Yes, but, not to the court.

Nobody's saying anything

about courts.

No, not yet.

So, time to hit her

with Clayton Earl Hedlund?

You brought her in here.

You take it, Chief.

June: John and I

used to come here

when we were first married.

The menu hasn't changed much.

Have you?

That's a very forward question.

And your answer?

I'm married, I've given

birth to five children,

I've buried both parents

and one brother,

so if I am in any way the

same girl I was when I was 19,

it is because

I wish it so.

So you don't want to change?

Am I on trial here, Scottie?

Should you be?

Are you guilty of something?

Not knowing what all these

questions are about.

All right, one more.

Are you tired of pretending

you're not smarter

than your husband?

You barely know my husband.

And you don't want to

answer the question.

Because it presumes that

I agree with its premise.

And you don't?

Marriage isn't easy,

Scottie.

And I also don't believe

it's disposable.

Implying that I do?

You've been divorced

three times.

Ah.

And you're happy

about that?

Not in the least.

I'm appalled at my record.

But I'm glad you called Susan

to ask about me.

You must be a good attorney.

I'm better than good.

Stanfield: The Far East has long

held me in its thrall.

Did you learn to make this

in Seoul?

Yes, but Ronald actually

made the mandoo.

Stanfield: You were there

for work, yes?

Susan: That's correct, and,

as fate would have it,

to find our daughter.

Oh, your magnificent

daughter, yes.

Whom arithmetic would

indicate was born

just as the war broke out.

Indeed.

Stanfield: So you were a part

of a hospital there?

Susan: No, no, our work was

research-oriented.

Have you been?

To Korea?

I have traveled

throughout the Orient.

So unfortunate to read about

the events in Vietnam.

Hmm.

What's unfortunate is America's

continued involvement

in those events.

I believe the Soviets

have a hand in them as well.

Yes, yes, quite right.

Have your travels ever

taken you behind the curtain?

Behind the curtain?

I so do love that phrase,

but I've never been to

the land that produced Chekhov.

[suspenseful music]

John: Ma'am.

My name is John Sanders.

I'm Chief of Police

of Granite Flats

and Slim Kirkpatrick

was a friend of mine.

Oh, Slim Kirkpatrick.

Yes, I'm so sorry.

Please.

♪

I killed him.

My friend.

I mean, I'm the one

who pulled the trigger,

but I figure you and me

are equally guilty,

you being the one who pushed him

to the desperate place he was in

that put him

in front of my gun.

Chief, truly I wish that--

John: Clayton Earl Hedlund.

He picked out your photo, Zelda.

Said you recruited him.

I don't know who that is.

♪

Zelda.

You're going down for this.

The problem for you is

so is brother Benji.

Now, the thing is,

I believe you about Benji.

He didn't know

what you were doing.

I'm not talking about your

bogus stealing cosmetics tale.

What you were really doing.

I believe he wasn't

a part of that.

But then I believed that

Ethel Rosenberg was innocent,

that only Julius was the one

feeding nuclear secrets

to the Soviets.

I believed that because I'm

a small-town chief of police.

I'm not a cynic.

I like to think

I'm a good person.

But it doesn't matter

what good people believe.

It matters what cynics believe.

Because they're the ones

playing the game.

They're the ones who got

Ethel in the chair

along with her husband.

So, see,

I can't save your brother.

Only someone in the game can.

And Agent Scott, well,

he has no interest

in doing that.

But you're in the game, too.

Make a deal.

Save your brother.

Bring Agent Scott back in.

♪

Madeline: But the point is

that we agreed that we wouldn't

share it with anyone

until we'd deciphered

the code names!

Arthur: I told you

what they meant!

I showed it

to Dr. Whittison,

and guess what?

I was right!

Madeline: And now you expect us

to trust you?

Arthur: You expect me

to trust you

after you wrecked

the case crackers?

Our "operation" was me trying

to find my birth certificate!

It had nothing to do

with our agency!

Still got us shut down!

Timmy: Enough!

We don't trust each other.

The only way to change that

is to change it.

How?

Timmy: It's not complicated.

We just change.

It can happen.

I mean, Arthur trusts Wallace

more than he trusts you and me.

He used to despise Wallace.

He did.

The only constant in the

universe is change.

Timmy: That's right.

We just have to decide,

right now, each one of us,

that this is a change we want,

a change we're willing

to work for.

Now, let's get to work.

Alice, I must ask.

Your visions,

they always come true?

One way or another, yes.

And you've never told

a doctor?

Uh, until now.

Why the change?

I knew your secret.

It seemed only fair

you knew mine.

I have no frame of reference

for you.

You were a spook

since the Second World War?

Well before it.

Must be tough to remember

to take people as they are.

Hmm.

Tell me something truthful

about yourself.

I like to cook.

Did that start

after you lost the missus?

No.

She hated cooking.

What was her name?

Alice.

That's a nice name.

What did Alice enjoy,

if not cooking?

Dancing.

You don't talk about her much,

do you?

She's like a secret

you need to keep.

Tell me something else

truthful about yourself,

something that's not a gimme.

Something that'll hurt

to reveal.

When given time

to self-reflect,

which I avoid at all costs,

I've come to recognize,

more of late than ever,

that...

I despise myself.

Your whole self?

I don't have a whole self

any more.

In my vision,

there were two of you.

A younger man,

whispering in the ear of Daniel.

And you as you are now.

He reminds me so much of Daniel.

Where is he now?

Daniel?

He's dead.

Room for pie?

Oh, I always keep an entire

suite of rooms for pie.

June?

I should wait for John.

Then I'll hold off.

I want to ask you a question.

Okay.

What was John doing in Denver

last week?

And don't say

it was to drive you.

Why are you asking?

Two weeks ago, someone got

into my office and hotel room

when I wasn't there.

How do you know?

I know.

And you think it was John?

What was he doing

in my building?

It wasn't about you.

He was looking for someone.

Any more than that,

I can't say.

To protect John?

To protect you.

Let's order pie.

[knocks]

Regina said you were curious

to lay eyes on her fiancé.

Would that be you?

It would be.

Well, I'd like to

shake your hand.

That's, uh, quite a catch

you've got there.

I won't argue.

How are you faring?

Me?

Oh, I'm hunky dory.

Can't you tell?

You mind?

It's a free country.

Or so the story goes.

I'm sorry you were unable

to attend Beth's funeral.

Yeah, well, comas tend to get

in the way of funeral attending.

But that's okay,

I've been to plenty in my day.

As have I.

You're a professional

funeral attender, aren't you?

I'm also a professional

listener.

Yeah.

Ironically, my professional

training is in how not to talk.

Yet you requested

a pastoral visit.

I--

I told Regina I wanted to

meet her fiancé.

Okay.

When you're done hiding,

you know where to reach me.

You give up easy.

No, sir.

You do.

I'm off to pray.

Try it.

It does wonders for seemingly

immovable objects,

like despair.

Zelda: As a man who takes

Jesus Christ as his savior,

I trust your word

is your bond.

Plead guilty

to espionage,

give up your network,

and Benji goes back to England,

safe and sound.

Now, who recruited you,

and who is the Plumber?

[sighs]

I was recruited in Berlin

in 1949,

and I operated out of London

until Benji got this job,

and then my handler in England

instructed me to accompany him,

assigning me

to the Plumber.

I've never met the Plumber.

My handler never met

the Plumber.

No one I know has ever met

the Plumber.

Are you saying

he doesn't exist?

"'Twas brillig,

"and the slithy toves did gyre

and gimble in the wabe:

"All mimsy were the borogoves,

"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!"

What is that?

It's from

"Through the Looking Glass."

Ah.

Bravo, Agent Scott.

How does Alice

read the poem?

She holds it up

to a mirror

because it's written

backwards.

I was also once curious

about the Plumber,

so I submitted a request

to meet with him face to face,

using the layers of couriers

and dead drops

that insulate him.

I received in reply a message,

written backwards.

Three words:

"Beware the Jabberwock."

Antarctica?

Good gracious me!

Yes.

But for a geologist,

there are few places on Earth

more exciting.

Or more cold.

When will your son return?

Would that we could

place deadlines

on scientific exploration.

We hope at least in time

to see his sister graduate

from high school.

Ronnie: Do you have, uh,

children, Stanfield?

None to call my own,

but I always say I have

thousands of children.

You love your work.

There is no greater privilege

than the shaping of young minds.

It is not work, not to me.

Teachers who do not see

what they do as a calling

are mere charlatans.

And you are certainly

no charlatan.

So to reiterate,

we need to interview people

at the rooming house

where Frank was staying

just before the accident.

And I'm going to locate

any letters from him to my mom.

And we'll ask Frank

for any she sent him.

We contact his cousin

in Maryland,

interview him

about Frank's time there,

what he remembers.

Who's going to do that?

Madeline.

Why?

Some kid calls you

and asks you about--

No, no, no.

A young female employee

of an insurance company

trying to get Frank a check,

calls to verify

details of his living situation

from December '63 to March '64.

I have the rather

uncanny ability

to sound exceedingly mature.

Timmy: And Wallace will connect

Arthur to Regina

so he can interview her

about Frank and Beth.

Arthur?

You think it's possible

he killed her

and doesn't remember?

Not killed her

because he wanted to,

but because his programming

told him to.

I doubt it,

but anything's possible.

Timmy: Can we keep working

out of here?

The rest of our houses

won't work

because of

who our parents are.

But your aunt...

We can trust her.

She...

She wants this to have

a happy ending.

♪

I was told last week

that if I didn't make

a high-level arrest

by the end of the month,

this whole operation

could be shut down.

You saved my bacon, John.

Well, thanks.

But I was hoping she'd give us

a little more than

some nonsense poems

and a bogeyman.

That was found

behind an old mirror

at the barn owned by Dinsmore.

What's it mean?

I think we should ask

an English professor

to help us explain it.

You know there's no room

for sentiment in this work.

And yes, he's been helpful

with Madeline,

but to what end?

To gain our trust?

The man's hiding something.

We need to pursue it further.

[dramatic music]

[door opens]

Hi.

Hi.

I am not the girl

that left you.

I know.

You're not the man I left.

No.

That boy--

He's not the baby

I left you with.

He isn't.

Do you still like your burger

with Swiss cheese?

You still like your fries

dipped in mustard?

[laughs]

What do you think's

in the bag?

[laughs]

Sorry I'm late.

Waitress: Hey, Chief.

You joining them?

John: Joining who?

Scottie: Oh, the prodigal

husband returns.

Well.

Wouldn't want to take

another man's pie.

Easy, Tex, I'm not packing.

Mrs. Sanders.

Chief.

[door opens and closes]

He was dining alone.

And you just asked him

to join you?

Are you jealous?

Should I be?

Certainly not.

I spent most of my night

being lied to by someone.

Take the car.

I need some air.

[door opens and closes]

You're out a bit late.

I have a note from Arthur

for, uh, Frank something.

Quincy.

I'll give it to him.

Arthur made me promise that

I'd give it to him myself.

All right.

Don't dawdle.

You're not supposed

to be back here at all.

I met your mother today.

Yeah?

What'd you think?

[buzzing]

It was brief.

I was busy.

I'll be brief, too.

♪

♪

Who are you?

I work with the detectives

you hired.

Read the questions,

then tear it up.

Get the answers to Madeline.

Alice: No denying,

she was a looker.

Is this in Russia?

I was the embassy physician

for a time.

Alice: You were quite

the shutterbug.

That way, you keep yourself

out of the shot.

On the occasion

when you're in the picture,

your face is turned,

or downcast, or a blur.

My tradecraft at work.

Do not be captured.

How did he die?

Daniel?

His service killed him.

His service?

The Stasi.

The East German branch

of the KGB.

I don't understand.

Well, Daniel's parents

were Communists,

so the Nazis sent them

to a camp.

After the war,

he refused the job

I offered him,

refused the Brits.

He was determined

to honor his parents,

to operate on the eastern side

of the wall as a Communist.

How bitter a pill

was that to swallow?

It's like losing a son.

That's happened a few times

for you.

Forgive me.

I realize I've kept you

quite late.

You kicking me out, Milly?

Not at all.

You just don't want to

talk about this anymore.

Correct.

What was her favorite

dance tune?

Alice?

[sighs]

You'll think I'm lying.

You don't know

what I'll think.

"Danny Boy."

[slow jazz version of

"Danny Boy"]

"The threads that were spun

are gathered.

"The weft crosses the warp.

"The pattern is systematic.

"The preparations have

every one been justified.

"The orchestra have tuned

their instruments sufficiently.

"The baton has given

the signal.

"The law of the past

cannot be eluded.

"The law of the present

and future cannot be eluded.

"No, no.

It cannot."

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

Narrator: Next time

on Granite Flats...

June: He seems to be convinced

that I am fond of another man.

Are you?

Hershel: You want Wallace

to live in Paris?

I would like you both

to live in Paris.

When I'm 18, I'll be able

to leave this house

and leave them, and that's

what I'm going to do.

[loading gun]

[door closes]

Is everything okay,

Professor?

Narrator: Next time

on Granite Flats.