Original subtitles

We just have to decide.

Right now, each one of us,

that this is a change we wan.

And I'd like you to tell me

who the plumber is.

Make a deal.

Save your brother.

Alice: If you're a spy,

how come you didn't know

I existed

until after my sister was dead.

Any more than that,

I can't say.

To protect John?

To protect you.

Sounds dangerously socialis.

I do enjoy a bit of danger.

I'm not the girl

that left you.

You're not the man I left.

Are you jealous?

I spent most of my night

being lied to by someone.

The man's hiding something.

We need to pursue it furthe.

You think it's possible

he killed her

and doesn't remembe?

Whittison: He reminds me so much

of Daniel.

Where is he now, Daniel?

He's dea.

[owls hooting]

♪♪

This is some dandy

chicken pot pie.

♪♪

[creepy music]

♪♪

♪♪

[doorbell]

♪♪

Welcome.

Hello.

I felt it best to come.

Dr. Whittison: Of course.

Well, this is the meal

pleasantly set.

This is the meat and drink

for the natural hunger.

It is for the wicked just

the same as the righteous.

Do you guess I have some

intricate purpose?

Well I have.

This hour I will tell

things in confidence,

I might not tell everybody

but I will tell you.

I don't understand.

No. You don't.

My sincerest apologies.

Whatever for?

I am not the man

you take me for.

Nobody is.

Isn't that right, dad?

That's right, son.

[cocking of gun]

[music swells ominously]

[gunshot]

[metallic clang]

[applause]

[applause]

Wouldn't you rather

do something else?

I would.

Then do it.

[dixieland style jazz]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[music swells ominously]

♪♪

What did you see?

I told them.

Some cats just won't stay

in the bag.

♪♪

♪ How long 'til the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don't ever want to say ♪

♪ "Good night, my love." ♪

♪♪

Alice: The last thing I remember

was everyone dancing,

and I was sitting in the middle

of his table, embroidering.

That's really...

complicated.

Imagine how my brain feels.

What do you think it means?

Alice: I just see the things.

And once they've happened,

here, in life,

then I understand

what they meant.

Your visions really

do manifest?

Not always in the fanciful way

that I see it, but the gist.

Timmy: The gist being that

I'm gonna shoot someone?

Or maybe you'll do a play

in which you shoot someone.

I don't know, kid.

I wish I did.

[sighs]

It's late.

Bedtime for all us bonzos.

[grunts]

♪♪

Arthur?

Timmy: What are you doing?

Looking for my mom's recipe

for chicken pot pie.

That's what she said

we were eating, right?

♪♪

Arthur: It's a letter

from Frank Quincy.

A week before the accident.

Timmy: You ever see

anything like that?

No.

And that thing with the

chicken pot pie...

I was thinking...

I should go see the

professor tomorrow.

I mean after our meeting.

I'll come with you.

Just don't bring a gun.

♪♪

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

Bonjour!

Mais c'est "madame,"

mon fils.

Ah. Oui?

[laughs]

Well, you're a picture.

The picture is

this young man.

Shall we be off?

So, Regina just called,

invited us for supper,

her and the pastor,

after church.

Said something about

a wrong foot yesterday,

wanted to put

things right.

Well, that

sounds lovely.

I, uh, already made plans

to do school work with Arthur.

Then it'll be

just us grown-ups.

♪♪

You were missed in church.

I had work.

But a second week of church

for you?

Be careful, or you just

might end up

renouncing your principles.

Madeline seems to want to go.

And you're happy to oblige.

Let's just say we're

obliging.

How was your evening

with the professor?

He needs looking into.

Susan, you share

this opinion?

I acknowledge that

there are some...

matters for consideration.

Agent Scott agrees with you.

His background work

on the professor.

A rather

interesting history.

♪♪

Just going to meet

my parents.

♪♪

[music intensifies]

♪♪

[buzzes]

Nurse: Coming doctor!

♪♪

♪♪

I'm Tim Sanders.

Madeline: We need to talk,

not here.

[ominous music]

The linen closet downstairs.

Give me fifteen minutes.

♪♪

There's a clear history of

communist sympathies here.

No question.

Plus, he lied to us when he

told us he'd never been

behind the curtain.

Czechoslovakia wasn't a

Soviet satellite in '38.

That's a bit of hair

splitting, Susan.

It's nothing of the sort,

it's a fact.

Don't say he was behind the

curtain when he wasn't.

Czechoslovakia in '38 was

rife with Soviet operatives.

And rife with Nazi

sympathizers!

Should we be accusing him

of fascism as well?

Ronald: Would you agree that

his behavior last night,

combined with this report...

I mean, what happened

in California?

Susan: I read it, yes.

He's truly helped us.

Inspired our daughter.

He's more than

just one thing.

Everyone is.

But it's only prudent

that Agent Scott proceed.

[phone ringing]

Salutations.

Man on phone: Yeah, this is Chet

down at the bus terminal,

your package is still here.

Excuse me?

Chet [on phone]: This is

Stanfield Hargraves, isn't it?

Hargraves: It is.

Chet: Well, you got a package

that's been sitting here

for over a week now,

this is the third

call we've made on it,

after three calls,

it goes back on the bus.

I didn't receive any calls.

Do you want it or not?

I don't know what it is.

Ezekiel as Chet [on phone]:

The law says I can't open it.

If you don't want it,

I can put it back on the bus

to where it came from.

No need for that.

I'll come collect it.

[phone dial tone]

♪♪

[bangs on door]

Move out.

[engine starts]

♪♪

[sleuthing music]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[snaps]

We got 30 minutes.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[music becomes eerie]

[swooshes]

[lightbulb flashes]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Frank: "Dearest Beth, I received

your letter of March 15.

"By the time you read this,

I may already be with you

"as I am arranging

for a plane ticket today.

"I will find a room in town

"and stay until we can

resolve this business

"that has you so troubled.

"For the record,

I am troubled, too.

"I will say no more

except that--

except that you know

my heart. Frank."

I have no memory of this.

Why did you leave Granite Flats

after your discharge?

[clears throat]

It's irrelevant.

Lieutenant...

Nothing, no matter how small,

is irrelevant.

I was waiting in Maryland,

then was going to

come back here.

But why wait?

You two were in love.

Why not just be together?

Other people were... involved.

Who?

Lieutenant,

tell us.

I can't.

Then we can't work with you.

Timmy--

Hang on kid--

Don't give me

that "kid" line.

You hired us.

You turned to kids

to help you,

we've been on this a day and

we're already getting somewhere.

But we won't get anywhere

else if you keep bucking us.

Answer our question

or we're done with you.

You cannot tell Arthur.

Tell him what?

Who the other

involved person is.

Who is it?

His father.

I'm sure Arthur'd

understand.

No, he wouldn't.

Because his father's...

alive.

♪♪

How?

[dogs barking]

[birds chirping]

Take the bugs out

and put them in.

John...

I thought I was back

on the team.

You are, but things

are moving fast.

Look, meet me back at the office

and I'll bring you up to speed.

[intense music]

♪♪

As advertised, right?

This woman is the finest cook

in Granite Flats.

Heck, I'm gonna say all

of Colorado.

Stop.

Hershel: Todd, am I lying?

Well I haven't eaten at every

home in the state, but--

So, I'm lying, that would be

your assertion?

Regina: Are you not fond

of my cooking, dear?

No, no, I mean, yes.

Hershel: He's just saying

there's likely a better cook

out there,

that's all.

That is what

he's saying.

That's not what I'm saying!

[laughs]

Relax, Pastor, we'd never

back you into a corner

where mendacity was required.

But he had nothing to do

with her death.

I-Is he still here?

Back to Moscow.

And uh, as to your list of

questions from last night: no.

I don't know anybody that

would have wanted her dead.

Yes, she continued to be

involved with MK-Ultra

as far as I know.

Yes, I have killed

people before.

And I don't know

if I killed her.

That wasn't one

of our questions--

Well, it's one you

should ask.

I need to get back.

[knocking]

You boys are a mite young

to rent a room.

Oh, no, ma'am, we're here

to pick up some things

for one of your

former boarders.

Who's that?

Frank Quincy.

Oh, the poor Mr. Quincy.

But his uncle already came

to fetch his things.

The day after the accident.

His uncle?

Maybe Mr. Quincy forgot?

Was it Uncle Joe,

with the glasses?

I don't recall his name,

no glasses.

Big bushy beard.

Thank you, ma'am.

We'll let Mr. Quincy know.

Will you give this

to him, too?

It came a few days

after his uncle was by.

Been meaning to drop it off

at the hospital.

We'll make sure

he gets it, ma'am.

Uncle Joe?

I wanted to see if she'd tell

us anything about the guy.

Big bushy beard.

♪♪

[music intensifies]

Where's the other half?

Probably with whoever

sent it.

Whoever wanted to meet Frank

at this poetry reading.

What now?

I'm gonna go

to the hospital.

You can head on home.

Hey.

Nice job with the "Uncle Joe."

[laughing]

This is so nice of you.

You know...

forgive me for doing this

here in front of you both.

But I am too terrified

to do it alone.

From the moment I arrived

in Granite Flats a week ago,

I've been afraid that you

would turn me away

when you learned

my motive for coming.

My motive beyond seeing you

and Wallace.

What motive?

I'm engaged.

His name is Jean-Baptiste

Serrand.

A wonderful man.

If any single person

is responsible

for my rehabilitation,

it is Jean-Baptiste.

You want a divorce.

You got it.

Truly?

I'm happy for you, Jenny.

To people getting hitched.

I'll toast to that.

[glasses clinking]

Ezekiel: I had a couple of

the boys run background

on him this week.

He's a red.

Card carrying.

You find lots of undercover

KGB operatives carrying cards

that ID them as communists?

Well, he left the party

in 1951.

But uh, no.

It is an admittedly

curious case.

And today was the first day

of real work on it for me.

I mean, like I said,

everything's been moving fast.

I was planning

to loop you in.

John: "I spoke of masks today.

Will my own mask be lifted?"

None of his letters

had an addressee?

Only "my dearest."

But what doesn't square is

that they were sitting

right out there in the open.

Maybe he didn't expect the FBI

to be breaking into his home.

But that doesn't square with

what else I found.

Which was?

Well, then first, let me

explain that I've learned...

Frank Quincy did not

have an accomplice

in his disappearance last week.

He was kidnapped.

Some things about the kidnapper

pointed us to Hargraves.

Quincy never saw

his kidnapper's face,

the man wore a Halloween mask

the whole time,

of Jackie Kennedy.

And uh, look what I found

in a hidey-hole

above Hargraves' closet.

[swell of ominous music]

Wallace: Ally?

Ally: So.

How was your date

with Madeline?

What date?

Last night.

That's why you asked me to

cover for her, isn't it?

So, you two could

have a date?

Heck, no.

She needed to meet

with Timmy.

Oh.

Okay.

Sorry,

I misunderstood.

It's okay,

I-I do that a lot.

Ally: So,

how's your mom?

She's actually having lunch

with my dad right now.

Would you want your parents

to get back together?

I guess it's up to them.

I just don't want my dad

to be lonely.

Don't you want that

for your mom?

It's different, though.

My dad's dead.

But she's not lonely?

Sometimes she is.

Maybe my dad should ask

her out on a date.

[laughter]

You're funny.

[door opening]

[phone ringing]

Did you get Frank's stuff?

Somebody pretending to be his

uncle took it a day

after the accident.

Had a big bushy beard.

But a few days later,

this came in the mail.

A postcard torn in half,

and a leaflet to a poetry

reading here in town.

I used gloves.

Good.

When's the poetry reading?

Next week.

How about your end?

Frank doesn't remember

writing the letter to your mom.

Anything else?

No.

His memories are

all locked up.

Be nice if we could

find a key.

Yeah.

Arthur: I'm going to go, uh,

say hi to Dr. Whittison.

Talk later?

He was a red.

No question.

But like I said--

I- I know.

It's not an easy fit.

But he's the only candidate

I have for this spot.

What if there were

another candidate?

You have someone

else in mind?

Say there was someone

who'd been close

to the Andrews

for years.

Someone they trusted,

who had communist ties,

but wasn't a card-carrier.

And what if this person worked

in the same building

as Zelda's brother, Benji?

Would you say that person

was worthy

of your investigative time?

You know the answer.

Who is it?

Ronald's brother, Scottie.

♪♪

We don't inform the Andrews.

No need to inflame them

unnecessarily.

Want me to talk

to Scottie?

No.

I want you

to search his room.

I'll have someone else

talk to him.

I'll have someone else

talk to him.

I really do appreciate you

coming by.

You said that.

And yet you're not

paying much mind

to my embroidery lesson.

Oh, I'm just slow.

No, you're not.

Neither am I.

So, what am I doing

here, Junebug?

Well, I was hoping to have

your thoughts

on a matter that is vexing.

I know you're not having

trouble selling rouge.

So, kids or husband?

You are insightful.

It's John.

He seems to be convinced that

I am fond of another man.

Are you?

Well, I... I mean, certainly--

So, that's a yes.

I have no interest in

violating the sanctity

of my marriage.

I have no interest in

catching a cold,

sometimes that happens.

Meaning?

Don't play dense, Junebug.

And don't make this

about me,

or what I mean,

or what I think.

This is on you.

Congratulations.

You get to make a choice.

Regina: So um,

you and Jean-Baptiste,

will you live in Paris, then?

[laughs]

Don't laugh.

But he is the chairman

of France's largest

toilet manufacturing company.

So, uh, he's a plumber?

I suppose you might say that.

But to answer your question,

we will need to remain á Paris.

And Wallace?

Wallace?

I mean, you seem to have

it all figured out.

What are your plans

for Wallace?

Yes.

Well, Paris is extraordinary.

One is exposed to

so many cultural--

Wait a second... you want

Wallace to live in Paris?

I would like you both

to live in Paris.

My fiancé is happy to

arrange a job.

I got one of those.

Hershel.

Pastor Todd: Hey, folks,

let's slow this down.

♪♪

And if I say, "No,"

what's plan B?

Plan B is she sues

for custody.

Is that true?

Perhaps I should return

to my hotel.

Thank you for lunch.

I'll drive you.

That would be appreciated.

We can speak about

this further.

I've said my piece.

That's preposterous!

But just think about it!

Your parents are

the perfect people

to get into his head!

To unlock his memories!

No, no, no!

Madeline!

We can't talk to them!

We can't trust them!

They're liars!

Madeline--

Don't you understand that?

Of course I do!

My dad lied--

Your father was

defending himself!

He kept a secret

to protect you!

This isn't the same!

Quit yelling at me.

Madeline: I'm yelling because

you don't understand!

I don't care that

they're my parents!

Or that they adopted me!

When I'm 18, I’ll be able to

leave this house and leave them

And that's what

I'm going to do!

[bike bells ringing]

Scottie: "Hates you?"

That sounds a bit extreme.

You need to talk to her.

She listens to you,

she trusts you.

What do I say?

Say that we love her,

say that--

No, I mean, I don't know why

she hates you.

I can't argue a case if I

don't have all the evidence.

She... knows things about us,

Ronald and I.

What things?

Susie, if I don't know,

how can I help you?

Of course.

This was foolish of me.

I don't know

what I was thinking--

Wait a second.

I'm sorry.

Susie, come on.

Are you going to

insist we dance?

Is that what you want?

No.

No.

She trusts me, and you don't

know if you can trust me

but here we are all alone in my

hotel room and I'm telling you,

you can trust me.

I've changed.

♪♪

Madeline found out what

your brother and I do,

what we really do.

The papers in the

safe deposit box,

they belong to

our employer.

The VA?

Our other employer.

The CIA.

But John... he just--

he keeps things inside

and then they emerge

in these unpleasant ways

and I want to

understand him,

to help him--

Him, him, him.

You can't help him

by talking about him.

Stop talking about him!

Imagine if we were

to discourse

on matters that didn't

involve a man.

Think we can

manage that?

Yes, obviously.

Look who's got a little

sass in her.

Ah!

Full disclosure, I like you,

Junebug.

And I know trouble

when I see it.

Your troubles got nothing to

do with this man or that man.

Your trouble is you're tired

of being you.

You remind me of the girl I

was supposed to be,

but could never pull off.

Elizabeth pulled it off.

She was the magician

in the family.

And what were you?

The witch.

Her magic was

delicate and wondrous.

Mine made people confused.

Afraid.

And were you afraid?

Still am.

But eventually I learned not

to run from my magic.

When did you learn that?

First time I got put

in solitary.

Solitary?

Prison.

Why were you in prison?

I killed a man.

But we're not talking

about men.

No.

No, we're not.

So, if I may ask, how do I

not be tired of being me?

Start by not asking me.

Only Ronald and Millard

and I know what they saw.

And Madeline and Timmy.

Yes.

I overheard them.

[childish mocking voice]

"I don't care that

they adopted me.

When I'm 18, I'll leave

and never come back!"

I wanted to throw that door

open and shout at her,

"Do you know

what we've done for you?"

but... none of it erases

what else we've done.

Life doesn't come

with an eraser, Susie.

I know that all too well.

Life is written

in permanent ink.

So, what do you suggest I do?

Turn the page

and write something new.

Have you been waiting long?

A while.

Forgive me, Sundays aren't

always days of rest.

How have you been?

Good.

Guess it went well with you

and my aunt.

Is that what you came

to discuss?

No...

You're in danger.

From what?

Don't know.

But... my aunt says I'm

going to warn you of that.

She foretold it, you mean?

So, I'm doing it.

Don't you feel that violates

the spirit of the prophecy?

I don't care

about prophecies.

You promised me you wouldn't

let your misfortunes

defeat you.

You have not disappointed.

When I was not much older

than you,

I lost my parents to the

influenza pandemic of 1918.

All four of my younger

sisters as well.

I, away at university,

was spared.

My whole family, gone before

my freshman year was complete.

Is that why you

became a doctor?

It is.

Why'd you become a spy?

Doesn't every clever boy

want to traffic in secrets?

Are you in danger?

I trust if I am,

you will warn me.

[car engine idling]

Here you go.

I didn't come back here

to hurt Hershel.

I realize that.

You two may seem

in opposition,

but the real truth is that you

two are bound to each other,

not through a contract,

but through the love that you

share for your son.

You're a good man.

With a keen eye, so...

how come you can't see that

your fiancée doesn't love you?

Pardon me?

She cares for you.

But that's not

the same thing.

I know.

[engine idling]

[engine idling]

[engine idling]

Let me help you.

You were right about her.

I take no joy in that.

Don't you?

No!

Hershel, I know...

yesterday.

I'm just--

I'm afraid for Wallace.

And for you.

I'm going to lose him is what

you're trying to say.

No! No.

Don't pedal back

on it now.

No, we do not

know the future.

But we now know

what's at stake.

And that's a good thing, because

now we can do everything

in our power to make sure

that you don't lose him.

♪♪

You're something else.

So are you.

♪♪

♪♪

[door opens]

Looks like I missed

the cleanup.

Arthur: Do you remember

my English teacher

Professor Hargraves?

You and mom came

to see us do Hamlet.

He gave a speech at the

outset, yes?

What kind of man do you

take him for?

Eccentric. Mercurial.

Why are you asking?

She had another vision.

Professor Hargraves

was with you.

Really?

And then Timmy

pointed a gun at him.

Or maybe you.

Well, I certainly hope that

prophecy won't be coming true.

You never told me

what happened to Daniel.

[bangs on table]

Whittison:

You believe this is what

your parents would want?

My mother was murdered

for being a Jew,

but they murdered my father

because he possessed

an unshakable belief in the

communist state.

Do you even comprehend the

gravity of your decision?

Of course.

You should be pleased.

I am doing as you wished.

[scoffs] You believe I

wished you to join the Stasi?

You wished me to survive.

To grow up.

To become a successful

intelligence operative.

All these wishes

have been achieved.

Of course, selfishly,

it was also your wish that I

would remain your operative.

Your knight

on the chess board.

You don't want to lose

your knight.

The only trouble is,

you have already lost me,

and I am no longer a knight.

I am the player on the

other side of the board.

Arthur: Then you

never saw him again?

Oh, no, I saw him

from time to time.

Geneva, Paris, Munich.

But he was working

for the KGB?

Technically the Stasi,

but yes,

he was working for the

opposing intelligence service.

And you would meet him to...

Try to turn him back.

He even came here once.

After my son

and my wife died.

He was in Granite Flats?

Daniel: You would appear

to be hanging up your hat.

♪♪

What did I teach you

about appearances?

You are running the hospital?

I am running many things.

So, the corner

has been turned, then?

Which corner would that be?

The one that you believe

leads away from grief.

Are you suggesting

it does not?

Have you, my teacher,

never learned the lesson that

life is not straightaways

and corners?

It is a [whistles]

roundabout. Hm?

A "traffic circle,"

I believe you say in America.

You may have steered away

from your grief.

But life will steer you back.

This you know?

Daniel: This I know.

I am aware that you

are unhappy...

♪♪

But would you smile if I

told you I found a way

that we could work

together again?

Arthur: So, you did turn him.

How long was he

a double agent?

Until they killed him.

[spooky music]

♪♪

[knocking]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[electronic whirring]

He's back.

He's back.

[keys jingling]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[knocking]

Oh Tim-Tim, Madeline,

I'm sorry,

I can't see you now.

We were just--

PLEASE!

Is everything okay,

professor?

[curious music]

What was that?

Timmy...

What the heck did we do?

♪♪

Over my right shoulder.

They changed the paint,

but that's the milk

truck, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

♪♪

Ronald: Susan?

Madeline?

Anyone home?

Susan.

Did you hear me calling you?

What are you doing?

Turning pages.

Ronald: Is that Madeline's

baby book?

Is everything all right?

I have known so many

brilliant people in my life,

but you darling,

you are at the top of the list.

Certainly, you don't need

me to explain that things

in this house, in this family,

are far from all right.

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Where's Madeline?

I would assume as far

from us as she can get.

Now look. Let's...

All this drama,

let's...

Let's figure out how to

work things out.

I have figured it out.

I'm turning a page.

A rather large one.

My mom's going to be sorry

she missed your cooking again.

Hey dad,

long lunch?

Hey, Mr. Jenkins.

Guess it went well

with mom, huh?

Did you eat?

Lunch and dinner.

So, you and mom?

Did you get your

homework done?

Yes, sir.

Anyway, mom and you?

Ain't it clear to you

that I don't want

to talk

about that woman?

[ominous music]

Dad.

♪♪

I'm turning in.

Good night.

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I can walk myself home.

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[car honks]

♪♪

[music swells dramatically]

[music intensifies]

♪♪

[door opening]

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♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[deep breath]

[knocking]

♪♪

♪♪

Long time no see.

Hello, Scottie.

We need to talk.

Come on in, Doc.

[music swells dramatically]

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Next time on Granite Flats.

Whatever you're doing here,

I don't expect to se

your face agai.

I like Scottie, very much.

[pounding and yelling]

If you don't quit, I'm going

to have to take you in.

Then I am resignin.

That's why you're here,

isn't it?

Fear of being shot?

I am not the mn

you take me for.

Next time on Granite Flats.