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♪♪

Previously on Granite Flats.

Scottie: Pretend you're right.

Pretend I am a spy.

Why do you think I'm one of you?

Because the KGB isn't sloppy.

Do you consider

yourself a patriot?

I do now.

Yet you were a member

of the Communist Party.

Either he's

a brilliant master spy

or you've got an innocent man.

Did Scottie steer you

to this course?

I suppose he had a hand.

[paper wadded up]

I hope you will reconsider.

Timmy: We need your help.

We need to unlock his memories.

Millard: And the

Sanders boy will likely come

to shoot him?

Or you.

That's why you're here isn't i?

Fear of being sho.

[gunshot]

John: You didn't

tell me the truth.

Because you're right

Sherlock.

I am guilty of espionage.

Frank: I'm afraid

what I might do with it.

Someone's working

with the Soviets.

The KGB.

It seems we have some

complicated matters to discuss.

♪♪

[thunder]

Timmy!

Timmy, stop!

[knocking]

Don't people in Colorado

believe in umbrellas?

Who is it?

Alice: Your pals,

soaked to the bone.

Oh, you all right,

there, Timothy?

You don't

look so hot.

What?

Your embroidery...

Well look at that...

Arthur: You two want

some hot cocoa?

Uh, no, sorry.

I thought this

was Wallace's.

Wrong door.

Alice: You don't

want to dry off?

Madeline: We can do

that at Wallace's.

Have a good night.

Timmy...

[kissing sound]

I was going

to shoot him.

Timmy...

But the butterfly.

I don't want to

kill anybody.

I don't want to be...

...like him.

You're not.

Or my dad.

Timmy...

We can do this

so nobody dies.

Yes.

Yes, we can.

For the record,

I love you, too.

♪♪

♪ How long 'til the sun sets? ♪

♪ How long can we hold today? ♪

♪ I don’t ever want to say ♪

♪ Good night, my love. ♪

♪♪

Thanks for telling me.

You're in

this with us.

And Arthur?

For now, we

say nothing.

Bonsoir,

mon cher.

Hey, Mom, Dad.

Everything all right?

It is now.

We were hoping to

chat with you.

Madeline: We were

just leaving.

You two look

wet enough.

I'll ferry you back

through the torrent.

And your mother will

share the good news

regarding our

summer plans.

Susan: When you

open your eyes,

everything you've

told me, all of it,

you will retain in

your waking mind.

Do you understand

me, Frank?

I do.

Three, two, one.

Open your eyes.

Oh no no no, no

no no no no...

It's all right, Frank.

I'm going to give

you a sedative.

I killed her...

I killed her...

Shh.

[cries]

Where're the kids?

They left.

They know?

You let me remember.

Why?

They're your memories.

Your life.

I can't take any more

of that from you.

Yes you can.

You can take it all.

Frank--

Kill me.

Please kill me.

Just kill me.

Kill me.

♪♪

[crash]

Well, get

home safe.

The worst of it appears

to have passed.

Alice: Does

seem that way.

Good night.

Can I go see Timmy and

Madeline at Wallace's?

They didn't come

for Wallace.

But--

They were lying.

You couldn't tell that?

Lying...

Why?

Let's hope

they tell us.

Thank goodness

you're here.

Is it true?

Frank?

Heavily sedated.

And he is aware.

Of everything.

What do we do?

We call Timmy's

father.

And your brother.

Scottie?

He is, it seems, in

our field of work.

Uncle Scottie?

Ronald: You're joking.

Yes, Uncle Scottie.

And I'm not joking.

Ronald: How long

have you known?

Susan: Since this morning.

Ronald: He told you?

Susan: No.

Millard told me.

Scottie, he said, is here

at the behest of those

within the agency who

would seek to damage

or end the work

of MK Ultra.

Call him.

And my dad.

We have a plan.

One where nobody

ends up dead.

Where in heaven's name

did you get that?

The lieutenant.

Are we agreed?

No killing?

Yes.

Good.

Because you're going to have to

convince the other grown-ups.

And convince them that

we stay a part of this.

No kiddie table.

Madeline: You

know he's right.

This is happening

because of us.

I'll call Scottie.

You know, we have the

same spectacles.

It's not all we

have in common.

I gather you're holding

me here overnight.

If you don't mind.

Would it matter if I did?

To me, yes.

I'd have to compel you

to stay regardless.

I appreciate your candor.

And the sandwich.

I appreciate your sharing

what must be some rather

painful memories.

Perhaps I should

have shared sooner.

That was the idea with

the writing, the letters.

To expiate the

torture of yearning.

Is there a

Mrs. Scott, then?

There is.

Where might she be?

She's down in Selma

with Dr. King.

She's a civil

rights crusader?

Bravo, Mrs. Scott.

Althea.

Bravo, Althea.

She would agree with you,

about where I should be.

Do I detect a measure of

strain in your voice?

Are you interrogating me now?

Am I?

Good night, Professor.

And to you,

Agent Scott.

[knocking]

♪♪

[knocking]

Why did you kiss me?

Isn't it obvious?

It's unsaid.

Well, why'd you

kiss me back?

Because I wasn't weighing

the consequences

or paying mind

to appearances.

And are you now?

I love you.

And I would do

anything for you.

Including turn around and

not darken your door again,

should your feelings

not be in accord.

Marry me.

Okay.

♪♪

♪♪

It can be so blind,

this love of nation.

Your nation took your son

and your wife from you.

My nation took

my parents.

I love my nation.

I hate my nation.

Die Vaterland.

"The fatherland."

[scoffs]

What kind of father

destroys his own children?

The kind of father

that is me.

Yes.

Of course.

But you are also

a father to me.

And I would like to give you

the gift that you once gave me.

Revenge.

You want to be a

good boy, Daniel.

I am no longer a boy.

What's it called?

The program you are

shepherding at your hospital?

MK Ultra.

The MK is a diagraph designating

technical services staff,

under the directorate of

science and technology.

And what is the

objective of MK Ultra?

Rather bluntly stated,

mind control.

[phone ringing]

Yes?

Hello, Agent Scott.

Yes, I'd be delighted to meet

with Professor Hargraves.

Tomorrow, then.

Look, I've always

been candid

about wanting to

be a spy, Ronnie.

You also wanted

to sell donuts.

Nobody from the donut sales

agency ever recruited me.

When?

'46.

The early days.

Very ad hoc from

the outset.

Would I be the agency's eyes

and ears in certain rooms,

with certain of my

clients who were leaning

towards Moscow's ideology?

You broke attorney-

client privilege?

Only if I was sure they were

working from Moscow Centre.

Loyal Americans who were

simply exercising their right

to choose their own

political party were safe.

But, as it happened, I bagged a

couple of Moscow Centre moles,

and I was the fair-haired

boy for a while.

Christmas bonuses.

Invites to all the

spook parties.

But then they came to me.

Big grins, slap

on the back.

Guess what,

Scottie, old boy?

Your brother and his wife are

also on the unofficial payroll,

and they've been mucking around

in some experimental practices

that some of us

in the old guard

find to be a bit

beyond the pale.

So I was dispatched here

to throw a monkey wrench

in the works.

Seven years ago.

I was a drunk.

But I was acting

on orders.

This is the part I couldn't tell

you when I was apologizing.

But you weren't sent to

throw a wrench this time.

Why do you think I

took the assignment?

To look after you.

All of you.

You're my family.

Thank you.

You and me,

same business.

Think that would have

made the old man smile?

I think it would have.

Hershel: I was out late.

Came home and found a

note from Wallace,

said to see you tonight, the

hour was of no consequence.

He used the words

"no consequence"?

I may be guilty

of paraphrasing.

Well, you were in

early and out late.

Same could be

said of you.

Where were you, by the

way, when I called?

I was calling

on someone.

Would this be your,

uh, Mrs. Jenkins?

Mrs. Jenkins is fixing to

soon be the ex Mrs. Jenkins

and the future

Madame Serrand.

Ah.

Recognizing that it's

impossible to say this

without sounding like a

liar, I'm happy for her.

Doesn't sound

mendacious to me.

Regina.

My visit.

To staunch your

wondering.

Regina, who's engaged

to marry the pastor?

Any impression I've given

as a man bereft of woes

would be a false one.

I sincerely hope

that my friendship

with the pastor survives

it, but, Regina and I,

however improbably,

appear to be in love.

And she most definitely

proposed to me.

She proposed to you?

Holy smokes.

And then some.

Well.

Congratulations.

Obliged.

I thought I was going

to be the only one

delivering surprising

news tonight.

What's going on, Chief?

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

You're angry.

I'm human.

You--

I don't want to

sound presumptuous.

You deserve someone.

I thought

that was you.

I know you did.

"Though I speak with the

tongues of man and of angels,

"and have not charity,

"I am become as sounding

brass, or a tinkling cymbal.

"Though I be given

the gift of prophecy,

"and understand all

mysteries, all knowledge;

"and though I

have all faith,

"so that I could

remove mountains,

and have not charity,

I am nothing."

Charity is another

name for love.

You're not nothing.

No.

I do love you.

I'll just have to...

Love you in a

different way.

Tell Hershel it's okay.

I'm...

I'm glad for him.

And you.

You don't have to be.

I know.

And part of me isn't...

But a part of me is.

And that's the part that

hopes to see you both

in church on Sunday.

Whittison: Good

morning, Professor.

My name is Whittison.

I'm a doctor.

I'd like to talk to

you if that's all right.

Oh, I know your face.

You took Arthur in.

I did.

Why are you here?

I was asked to

examine you.

A physical.

Why?

I don't know.

I thought you

might know.

I know precious little

about my incarceration

other than that

injustice exists,

and with aid and

comfort, will thrive.

That's quite a

heart rate, sir.

Has anyone ever told you

you have an arrhythmia?

No.

What is that

you're doing?

I'm preparing

an injection

to bring your heart

rate under control.

Nothing to concern

you in the least.

I will prescribe pills for

you to take in the future.

There will be a

slight pinch--

Ezekiel: Doctor.

A moment.

Excuse me.

What is it?

Scottie Andrews.

His brother called.

They're at your house.

Apparently it's

quite a scene.

Keep him on ice.

This shouldn't

take long.

Is this some sort

of séance, Alice?

Though the similarity to my

vision isn't lost on me,

I'm a spectator,

not the ringmaster.

Would that be

you, Scottie?

I'd like an

explanation.

We're here to talk

to you, Millard.

Or rather to

hear you talk.

What is it I'm

to be saying?

Now who's the coy boy?

[doorbell]

Answer it.

It's your house.

I intended to return.

Change of plans.

Have a seat, Millard.

We saved you a spot.

You gentlemen can take

the window seat.

Shouldn't the professor

and I remain standing,

allowing the boy

to shoot at us?

Alice, I hope you

brought your butterfly.

No boy is firing a

gun while I'm here.

Sit down, Millard.

Is this some sort

of interrogation?

I don't know what branch

trained you, Scottie,

but it certainly

did a shoddy job.

Tell it to Timbo.

He's the one running

the show here.

Would you be so

kind, Professor?

"All truths wait

in all things,

"they neither hasten their

own delivery nor resist it,

"they do not need the obstetric

forceps of the surgeon,

"the insignificant is

as big to me as any.

"What is less or

more than a touch?

"Logic and sermons

never convince,

"the damp of the night

drives deeper into my soul.

"Only what proves itself to

every man and woman is so,

only what nobody

denies is so."

And what would

you deny, Doctor?

What lies would you

invent to save yourself?

Save myself?

From what?

Forgive me, I'm

quite confused.

Dr. Andrews?

Timmy: He just

wanted to remember.

How the woman

he loved died.

But he couldn't

trust his doctors.

So he hired us.

"The case crackers."

And we found this letter he'd

written to Mrs. Milligan.

Know where we found it?

With Mrs. Milligan's

recipes,

pinned to the one

for chicken pot pie.

Well, well.

Timmy: We went to the

lieutenant's rooming house

to find Mrs.

Milligan's letter.

But when we got there, all

of his stuff was gone.

Taken.

By a man pretending

to be his uncle.

You wouldn't have a big

bushy beard in the house,

would you, Doctor?

There was a letter

there, waiting for him.

Came from New York City.

Had this inside.

Somebody wanted to talk

to the lieutenant.

Any idea who that might

be, Mr. Andrews?

Sure, but I don't want to

juke your rhythm, Timbo.

We were stuck.

Poor Lieutenant Quincy

couldn't even remember

writing his own letter.

Couldn't remember

the whole month

before Mrs.

Milligan's death.

But we knew someone who

could help us with that.

Our finest subject.

Able to suppress memories,

bury them so deep

it was as if the events

never happened.

But they did happen.

And this time she gave

me the right drug.

This time I wasn't

lying to her,

telling stories about

a Halloween mask.

Timmy: We haven't yet

told Arthur or Alice.

We wanted you to give you

the chance to explain that.

To explain why you'd

do what you've done.

And what is it you

think I've done?

Other than try to kill

Professor Hargraves?

What was the drug he was

going to inject, Agent Scott?

Blackleaf 40.

What does that do,

Dr. Andrews?

Nicotine sulfate.

Induces cardiac arrest.

Timmy: So now Arthur

and Alice know that.

But it's the other stuff.

The things you weren't

stopped from doing.

We're giving you a real

chance here, Doctor.

Some of the grown-ups

think this is a mistake.

They think we

should trap you.

Trick you.

And, if that doesn't work,

beat it out of you.

I don't think we'll

need to do that.

I think you care

about Arthur.

And Alice.

And you know there's been

enough hurting already.

Is that so?

You have 30 seconds until

Lieutenant Quincy tells Arthur

and Alice what

he remembered.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

Twenty-five.

Twenty-six.

Twenty-seven.

Twenty-eight.

Daniel: Why not

tell the truth?

The truth is not

for everyone.

I can be the only one who knows

you are still loyal to me.

To the rest of

the agency,

certainly to our

British cousins at MI6,

you must appear to have

completely betrayed us.

To have joined the Stasi, to

be an instrument of the KGB.

So we will stage

a confrontation.

Here.

Now.

At gunpoint, you will

tell me all the reasons

that you must

betray me,

you will assault me, bind me,

and escape to the continent.

Sounds terribly easy.

It won't be.

You must bury yourself

deep within the fabric

of the Stasi and the KGB.

But you must always

be mindful, Daniel,

not to fall under

their sway.

Sometimes, one wears

the mask so long,

it becomes his face.

After enough time has passed,

you will contact me,

and I will report that

I have a new source

within the soviet

intelligence community,

codenamed Jane.

I cannot be Tarzan?

Jane for Janus, the

Roman god of two-faces.

Ever the two-face, me.

Yet in your duplicity,

you will unify.

Arthur: So he

didn't betray you?

No.

Not then.

Later, though?

Daniel: We are all of us

traitors to someone,

are we not,

my teacher?

For years, I betrayed

my country.

I was your Jane,

your Janus.

Now it is your turn.

What shall we call you?

The Plumber.

[laughs]

What a notion!

You are in earnest?

It was my father's

occupation.

I see.

Very well, then.

Susan: Did you

give him secrets?

Whittison: Not

directly, no.

I established a network,

under this discrete

persona of the Plumber.

To spy on yourself?

Mm.

Through the looking glass.

You're mad.

What's the line, Professor,

regarding Hamlet's madness?

"Though this be madness,

yet there is method in it."

"You're your own

worst enemy,"

my father used

to tell me.

Then he'd beat my

backside until it bled.

You think I'm mad?

I have nothing

on dear old dad.

So Slim, the Avon lady...

None of them knew.

But why?

To become my own

worst enemy.

And force a measure

of detente.

Balance.

The two-face as unifier.

Don't leave out your

feelings for your son.

Danny boy, I mean.

You were trying

not to lose him.

But he betrayed you.

Broke your heart,

didn't he?

Now you must follow

my directives.

Or I will report to your

masters in Washington

all about how you've

been spying on yourself

for my masters

in Moscow.

Arthur: What did you do?

He killed him.

I was trying to force

him back to me.

Susan: The Plumber contacted

Moscow Centre directly,

didn't he?

Shared Daniel's duplicity

with Whittison,

dating to the

end of the war.

But he wouldn't defect!

He knew they were coming,

and he let them come!

And murder him!

How do you know?

He sent me a letter.

No encoding.

The plain truth.

Recounting our

whole history.

Annotated with

his feelings.

Both loathing

and loyalty.

I could never bring

myself to burn it.

It was the only true

thing I had from him.

It was written in

German, of course.

And Beth and I--

Our grandparents

were German.

We both read it

and speak it.

Whittison: Ja, Fräulein.

I was to learn that.

Wait.

My mom?

What are you--?

What's going on?

Alice, I don't--

I'm so sorry,

Arthur.

You killed

my mom.

Timmy: The letter

wasn't out in the open.

How'd she find it?

She was organizing

this birthday gift.

A this is your life

retrospective.

Without asking me,

she plundered my personal

correspondences.

I never meant...

After Major Kirkpatrick,

I shut the Plumber down.

Closed up the network.

All truths wait

in all things.

She should have

come to me!

She was afraid

of you.

So she called someone she

trusted more than anyone.

I told her once that

I could kill her,

if she told

me to do it.

She didn't believe me.

I don't understand...

He drugged me.

Called her, said my

life depended on it.

She came, and he put

a gun to her head.

Had her tell me to

drive up the mountain,

and go off the road.

Make it look like

an accident.

Then he sedated her.

And put her in the car.

And I did what she

told me to do.

But why would

you do that?

Because she was

my trigger.

When I was given

the right protocol,

I'd do whatever she said.

Will you kill him?

Arthur--

Why shouldn't

he die?

He's evil!

But not all of him.

Part of him is a good

man, a kind man,

a saver of lives,

not a taker of them.

So which part

do you kill?

We think we can segregate

evil from good,

but isn't it clear that

segregation is doomed?

Evil will always grow

alongside good,

we just have to

nurture the good.

There's no

good in him.

Alice: And you

believe that?

Yes!

So then just

shoot him.

Is that what

you want?

Yes!

Then do it.

Alice!

Hershel: Easy.

Easy now!

Alice: I don't

control you, Arthur,

and I won't pretend I do.

You have a gun

in your hand.

Timmy, you had a gun in your

hand last night, didn't you?

I did.

You wanted to shoot

this man, didn't you?

I did.

So why didn't you?

Then I'd be

like him.

You have a good friend

in this boy, Arthur.

But if you want

to shoot, shoot.

Follow my path,

paths others around this

table who've spilled blood

thinking it

would do good.

Before you pull that

trigger, though,

hear the words of this

murderer, your aunt:

Life is a

precious gift.

We were put on this

earth to give it.

Not to take it.

Even the lives of

those we despise.

Or who despise

themselves.

Like this man who

murdered my sister.

Your mother.

We'll take our

leave now.

Officer Jenkins'll

see you home.

You have my confession.

The rest, as the professor

might say, is silence.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

What?

Where'd you

come from?

I came from

you, Dad.

From you.

[door opens]

Did you have a

vision I'd arrive?

I was watching

out the window.

I saw Ronald pull

up, help you out.

He's asleep, if you've

come to talk to him.

You know, I've never

spoken a word to him.

Isn't that strange?

What's strange is

when people think

that only one little

part of life is strange.

To me, the whole enterprise

is nuttier than a fruitcake.

Nuttiness being a subject

you know a bit about,

I understand.

Well, you just come

out and say things.

You might call me Frank.

You've got a nice smile.

Don't be so

stingy with it.

She told me about you.

She did?

Last year.

We were on a plane

back from Washington,

flying over

the midwest.

"My sister's down

there," she said.

"Somewhere."

And then she told

me about you two

and about what

happened.

And you listened.

She loved you.

I'd say she

loved you, too.

Oh, hey, buddy...

Ah, I'm going to go.

But your ride drove off.

I saw you tell

him to split.

I can walk.

Don't go kill yourself,

if that's your plan.

No matter how much you

think it'll feel better.

Don't do it.

Don't sneak out the

back door of your life.

Come in.

Through my

front door.

Talk to the kid

when he wakes up.

Hm.

Okay.

Thank you.

Forgive me, I

should have asked.

How are you?

Oh, through the wringer.

Come in, talk to me.

Or just sit with me.

Nothing like another soul to

lend comfort to the weary.

Did you get Frank

installed on the ward?

Well, he insisted he

see Alice and Arthur.

So, at his request,

I dropped him there.

But you were gone

for a while.

I dropped by

Professor Hargraves

to apologize for my

hand in his ordeal.

And to ask him

about the business

of substitute teaching.

I'm going to need a job if

I'm resigning from MK Ultra.

♪♪

♪♪

What is it?

Your son.

Today, he, uh...

He showed a kind

of bravery...

That I haven't seen...

Beth was killed.

Wasn't an accident.

What?

And I was right.

So were you.

♪♪

I've been afraid.

Living in fear that

you'd die, like Beth.

It makes no sense.

It doesn't need

to make sense.

It's how you feel.

I don't want

to lose you.

And then I go and

act like a fool,

and I really could

lose you...

Oh, I am so

sorry, Junie.

You will never lose me, in

this life, or the next.

Come here.

[festive holiday music]

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells,

jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh what fun it is to ride in

a one horse open sleigh. ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells,

jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh what fun it is to ride in

a one horse open sleigh. ♪

♪ Dashing through the snow in

a one horse open sleigh ♪

♪ O'er the fields we go

laughing all the way ♪

♪ Bells on bobtails ring... ♪♪

♪♪

You used a lot of tape.

I was hoping

to annoy you.

You've been enormously

successful.

Oh, joy.

Oh.

Oh, Timmy.

It's an original

edition.

How?

I called several

bookstores in New York.

Your uncle was my

man in the field.

So to speak.

This wasn't

inexpensive.

Savings are overrated.

This is nothing

quite so grand.

My brother's stationed

with a fellow from there.

He has a hundred jazz

records, I understand,

but this one, Linus says,

makes him smile the most.

You think I

need to smile?

I just like when you do.

No more sequestering

yourselves.

People are arriving.

♪♪

♪♪

Susan: Hey,

welcome!

Ronald: Merry

Christmas.

Susan: Merry

Christmas.

Can I take your

coat, dear?

I feel like I walked

into Santa's workshop.

That was the idea.

Take me on a

tour, little elf.

Susan: Hey!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas!

Same to you.

Would anyone like

some eggnog?

Sounds delicious.

I thought Arthur was going

to tag along with you.

He's coming,

though?

Holidays are kind

of the worst.

You just miss

the person more.

That's why I wanted

him to come.

We could, you know,

boost his spirits.

♪♪

Susan: Welcome,

merry Christmas!

What a lovely idea, the

hospital looks so festive!

Smells pretty

festive, too.

No John Jr.?

Oh, he's coming back

from college tomorrow.

That is my

mother's recipe.

It looks delicious!

Um, has Timmy been

behaving himself?

When does he not?

And, uh, your

brother-in-law?

Has also been behaving

himself as far as I know.

Oh, I meant--

No, I'm teasing, but

Scottie should be coming.

With a date,

he said.

Well, that's--

Going to make

John relieved?

You read my mind!

[laughter]

Oh, you

made it!

Merry Christmas!

Wallace: Mom!

Mon fils et Ronald, je

vous présente mon mari.

Bonsoir,

monsieur.

Joyeux noel!

You have quite

good French.

You have quite

good English.

How was your

flight?

Flights, plural,

and they were long,

but Jean-Baptiste

insisted...

So that's the

toilet maker.

She looks happy.

Glad to see it.

Regina: It's a mighty

power, forgiveness.

Don't I know it.

Timmy cut lawns

all summer.

I had no idea he was

saving for that old book.

Susan: Ronald believes we should

arrange their marriage now.

"She'll never meet a

better one than him."

Needless to say, we feel

the same about Madeline.

What is this,

a party?

Hey!

Where's your date?

Ho ho ho ho ho ho!

Forgive me, I seem to

have lost my sleigh!

[applause]

Merry Christmas,

Professor!

Who's this "professor"?

My name's Kringle!

Timmy: Sorry, sorry, this was a

little early Christmas present

from Madeline.

Not exactly holiday

music but...

It's supposed to

make us smile.

[big band music]

♪♪

♪♪

What?

This song.

It's from

my vision.

The one with the

chicken pot pie.

I wasn't sure I

was going to come.

Neither were we.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas

to you both.

Merry Christmas.

Well, now it

surely is.

Come on my sweethearts,

there's a rug inside

needs cuttin'...

♪♪

♪♪

What will we

do next?

The possibilities

are endless!

Frank Quincy made it.

Yes, they're

all three here.

I told you they

trust me now.

It's just going to

take some time.

Be patient.

Understood.

Merry Christmas to

you, Mr. Ashmeade.

[buzzing]

[shooting sound]

[bang]

Who are you?

Your Janus.

You look as if you've

seen a ghost, my teacher.

Was it not you who

always taught me

if you haven't seen a

thing, assume it's a lie?

Once upon a time,

you rescued me.

Now it is my turn.

There is much

work to be done.

We are not finished

with Granite Flats.

Merry Christmas.

♪♪

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