01x06 - Run Silent, Run Deep

[bunniefuu]

CURTAIN: With this sash comes
all the privileges of a Messenger.

Wear them with pride.

I think George Washington
likes his new outfit.

You can joke, but this was the goal.

Being a Messenger gets us
access and information.

BENEDICT:
The Morse code has been compromised.

Thankfully, not before they could warn us.

- MILLIGAN: Someone's approaching.
- (clinks)

I'm Reynie Muldoon's teacher
from the Stonetown Orphanage.

And my name is Nicholas Benedict.

- These are my associates, Number Two...
- Where is Reynie?

He's in school,
just not the one you expected.

The man behind this
is a master manipulator.

He is very real, and he's also my brother.

This is all such a blatant disregard
for the safety

of Reynie and his companions.

CURTAIN: This gallery contains
my most prized invention.

The Whisperer.

I can hear George Washington.

"Missing aren't missing..."

They're only departed.

KATE: Sticky just went to Messenger duty.
That's what it is!

The voices you've been hearing,
they're Messengers!

These testing protocols
are just wasting time.

CURTAIN: Fast track all of it.

Both farm and forest need
to be ready tomorrow for a trial run.

We have to figure out a way to disable
the Whisperer without getting caught.

Okay. What's the plan?

We'll exfiltrate the children
at first light.

What?

(vocalizing)

(choir singing)
♪ See the morning after ♪

♪ Outside the storm ♪

NATHANIEL: Nicky, there you are.

So, how do I look?

Uh, shiny? What's that stuff in your hair?

It's not stuff.
It's my house-made hair pomade.

One part water, one part mineral oil,
some melted wax,

and, last but not least,
four drops of sage essence

I extracted myself
from some kitchen herbs.

Steam distilled?

Of course! Come on. Get up.

(choir singing)
♪ See the morning after ♪

♪ Outside the storm ♪

Nobody's looking to adopt
a couple of scruffy street urchins, Nicky.

They want kids who are clean,
well-groomed.

Presentation is everything. Right?

I guess.

We might know how special we are,
but no one else will unless we show them.

You'll thank me later when we're
with our new parents in our rooms

with bunk beds that don't rattle and sag.

(ominous music)

I want to be supportive. I do.

Is it even seaworthy?

She was fashioned by the world's finest
sub-nautical artisans and engineers.

I've run a battery of tests
on her engines, passed them all.

(waves crashing)

And you condone this voyage?

We must get the children.

A surface vessel would be far too risky
at this point.

But this vessel?

(waves crashing)

Once on the island,

I'll commence exfiltration
and be back in the water,

heading towards base by nightfall.

I'll run silent, run deep.

I do have one, one question.

Is there enough room in there
for one rather, um...

significantly-sized adult
and four children?

(waves crashing)

Have the children grown?

- Uh...
- Just when you get there,

paint a rock on the south shore
to let us know you arrived safely.

Ah, just like Theseus.

But didn't that story end horribly?

Yes, it did. But this will work.

(suspenseful music)

(waves crashing)

NUMBER TWO: Permission to speak freely.

Yes, of course.
But haven't you always had that?

This is a terrible mistake.

To abort mission because some enraged
middle school teacher...

She has a name.

...shows up with a slew
of ridiculous accusations?

Gross negligence? Child endangerment?
It's absurd.

No, no. Ms. Perumal is absolutely right.

I placed children, innocent children,
in grave danger.

I cannot let it continue a minute longer.

Not just any children,
exceptional children.

We chose them from thousands.

- Yes, but...
- She's right.

They all volunteered
of their own free will.

And as you've said, they and everyone else
will be in more danger if they fail.

They are smart, capable,
courageous children.

And you put them
in that position to succeed.

No. It's too late. It's too late.

I have been fighting this battle
for so long,

it is time for me to admit
that I have already failed. Done.

RHONDA: You haven't failed.

You just haven't finished yet.

Please!

Your concern is very much appreciated,
but the truth is you don't understand.

Neither of you do.

Understand what, exactly?

(sighs)

I must prepare for the children's return.

(theme music)

(birds chirping)

(machine whirs)

(tranquil music)

Do you know what today is, Isaac?

Um, well, yesterday was Tuesday, so...

Yes, it's Wednesday.

But it's also the day we make history.

It's a big day.

And which Messenger gets to participate
in this historic moment?

Hmm.

I have the perfect candidate.

REYNIE: Whatever this Improvement is,
it's happening soon.

We have to figure out a way
to communicate with Mr. Benedict.

Maybe the Improvement
will make things better.

I mean, it is the definition
of improvement.

When has Curtain ever made
anything better?

Guys...

It's go time.

Tonight, after lights out,

we storm the boulder-hatch,
take the laboratory.

Finally, you talk sense.

You said there's a scientist down there.

She will be weak from lack of sunlight.

Easy to neutralize.

We're not neutralizing anyone.

Any number of nonlethal weapons will work.

I could craft a basic arsenal in no time.

I can make paralytic from spider venom.

No. No paralytics. No weapons.

You lack spine.

Look, we know his plan involves
a farm and a forest.

Farm? I haven't seen a pig
or a chicken or a cow.

There are other types of farms.

Oyster farms, honey farms...

Organ farms.

What?

If we can figure out what the farm is,

then we can figure out
how to stop the Improvement.

And destroy the Whisperer
once and for all.

Maybe there's another way
to stop the Improvement

without destroying the...

Whisperer.

I mean, the Whisperer itself isn't evil.

It's just a tool.

You're not serious.

Sticky, I know how you feel.

I felt the same thing.

It makes all your anxiety
and stress just evaporate.

Is that a bad thing?

REYNIE: For us, no.

But for everyone else
getting those messages, it is.

It's causing nothing
but anxiety and stress.

He's drinking the Kool-Aid.

Gulping it.

Look, the only people we can rely on
are each other.

That means we have to work together
and trust each other more than ever, okay?

Mr. Washington.

You're wanted for Messenger duty.

(suspenseful music)

(elevator whirs)

I didn't realize I'd get called back
to the Whisperer so soon.

Not all thoughts need to be vocalized.

Right, right. I'm just a little excited.

Perfectly understandable.

(elevator bell dings)

(suspenseful music)

CURTAIN: Sticky Washington.

Friend.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

It's a testament to your tremendous mind.

What you did yesterday was outstanding.

Exhilarating, actually.

Really? I don't remember anything.

Do you remember how calm
and assured it made you feel?

Yes.

It feels the same way about you.

The machine?

The Whisperer was humming.

Alive with possibilities.

Inspired to be paired
with such a fertile mind.

You're special, Sticky.

You really are.

So many Messengers
unconsciously fight the Whisperer.

They push back.

Reynie Muldoon, for instance.

But you somehow learned
how to become one with the machine.

Thank you, sir.

Please... have a seat.

Let's get started.

(suspenseful music)

(switch clicks)

(whirs)

KATE: Did you see his face light up
at the mention of Messenger duty?

It's kinda creepy.

He's jumping ship. Savvy play.

He's not jumping ship.
It's just... the Whisperer.

It's so... soothing.

If you two are Messengers,
you know what he's going through.

Even if we were Messenger material,
no, thank you.

I'd take a taste.

Look, right now, we need to focus
on the farm and the forest.

I'll talk to S.Q., see what he knows.

Kate, you talk to Martina.
She's an Executive now.

She has access everywhere.

I'll try, but getting her
to talk about anything

other than tetherball won't be easy.

CONSTANCE: What about me?

What's my mission?

Why don't you stay the course?

Go to class, keep your eyes
and your ears open.

(indistinct chatter)

(whirring)

STICKY: Hurry up. Time is wasting.

Put on your shoes and grab your coat.

Don't stay indoors.

Avoid the rain and cover your head.

When you look good, you feel better.

(birds chirping)

Hurry up. Time is wasting.

Put on your shoes and grab your coat.

Don't stay inside.

I'm glad I finally got you
to turn off the television.

And how many game shows
can one person watch?

I like game shows.

- (sighs)
- Sue me.

- (kettle whistling)
- Sue me in court.

I'll go get the tea.

STICKY: Avoid the rain
and cover your head.

When you look good, you feel better.

- Mom?
- I wanna go shopping.

(suspenseful music)

(door closes)

(tranquil music)

(exhales)

(switch clicking)

(clicking)

Hmm.

(sighs)

(alarm blaring)

(blaring continues)

(theme music)

(piano playing)

ALL: ♪ There's got to be a morning after ♪

♪ If we can hold on through the night ♪

♪ We have a chance to find the sunshine ♪

♪ Let's keep on looking for the light ♪

♪ Oh, can't you see the morning after? ♪

♪ The morning after ♪

♪ It's waiting right outside the storm ♪

♪ Outside the storm ♪

♪ Why don't we cross the bridge together ♪

♪ Cross the bridge together ♪

♪ And find a place that's safe and warm? ♪

♪ A place that's safe and warm ♪

♪ There's got to be a morning after ♪

♪ There's got to be a morning after ♪

♪ There's got to be a morning after ♪

♪ There's got to be a morning after ♪

♪ There's got to be a morning after ♪

(applause)

(camera shutter clicks)

RHONDA: Here's another one dealing
with radio waves.

Ah, the sleep pattern
of the North Egyptian wood mouse.

Yes.

Describing how these patterns
were disrupted

by a new TV transmission tower.

You're grasping at straws.

Obviously, he wants to stop Curtain
more than anyone, especially now.

But if he says he's tried everything here
and none of it's worked,

I believe him.

I hear that. I honor that.

But isn't that just another way of saying
he came this close to solving the puzzle,

but just couldn't cr*ck it?

One could argue that a great puzzle solver
knows when to move on to the next puzzle.

Or maybe the great puzzle solver
is just discouraged.

(birds chirping)

REYNIE: S.Q.

What are you up to?

Actually, I was just noticing
the light on the water.

Yeah, those sparkles are pretty hard
to get right with pencil.

You draw?

As much as I can.

- Definitely.
- Hmm.

Didn't know that.

Oh, yeah. I love to draw.

Especially nature, trees.

There's an amazing forest
right here on the island.

Really? A forest?

I go there to draw.

Or just sit, listen to the sounds.

Oh, nice. So how do you get there?

I'm the only student allowed.
Authorized access only.

You can't bring a friend?

My dad won't allow anyone but me.

(birds chirping)

You know, my teacher, Ms. Perumal,
she really didn't want me to come here.

She was sure this school wasn't for me.

But, eventually,
I just had to decide for myself.

(thudding)

(grunts)

MARTINA:
Look who decided to show her face.

What do you mean?

I'm, like... three minutes
and seconds early.

I'm talking about last night.

Where were you?

I knocked on your door after curfew.

I was sleeping.
I'm a very, very deep sleeper.

- Coma deep.
- Mm-hmm.

What about your roommate?

I was knocking pretty hard.

Partial hearing loss. Fireworks.

What did you want, anyway?

I thought you might want to come by
the Executives Colonnade

and see my new single room.

All to myself.

But, anyway...

You have your own room? Wow.

Yeah. One of the many perks.

Seems like there are a lot.

Yeah, well... they come with a lot
of duties, so we earn them.

What... what kind of duties?

MARTINA: Oh, a bunch of high-level stuff.

Admin. Logistics, security...

(groans)
...and cleaning.

What are you cleaning?
I thought the Helpers did that.

Oh, no. Only Executives are allowed
to clean the server room.

They call it dust abatement.

You dust the server... farm?

MARTINA: Yeah. That's what I said.

Tons of computers,
which means lots of dust.

Not my favorite part of the job
if I'm being honest.

I wouldn't blame you.

Well, it's very important.

So... best of the best.
All right. Let's volley.

(Martina clears throat)

(grunts)

You know, I just want to say,
playing tetherball...

easily the best part of my day.

Thanks for bringing me on the team.

I could tell right away.
Tetherball's in your blood.

You know, if the offer still stands,

I wouldn't mind coming by
and checking out your sweet new room.

Done.

Come over after study hour.
We could watch the WTA quarterfinals.

All four matches.

Cannot wait!

CURTAIN: Oh.

I thought I politely asked you
to give me my space today.

You did.

Yes. My personal space.

It's important for any relationship,
much less the parent-child dynamic.

Sorry, I'm leaving.
Just needed to grab the binoculars.

Oh.

I'm going to the forest.

Fine.

With a friend.

Interesting, um...

When I told you
you could go past the bollard fence,

I, I'm really sure
I gave you a few conditions.

Maybe I'm misremembering?

(sighs)

No, you did.
I'm allowed to take in art supplies only.

I'm permitted in during mid-morning
and mid-afternoon, but not midday.

Alone. Completely. Alone.

Yes.

That's it.

This friend of yours, um...

Do they have a name?

Reynie.

(inhales sharply)
Reynie Muldoon.

S.Q., I need to tell you something, um...

When students at the school
are friendly towards you,

you need to put that in context

and ask yourself what their motives
might be, all right?

Why would they need a motive?

Well, you're in the unique position
of having my ear,

so people may act
a certain way toward you.

Reynie's not acting.

He's my friend.

CURTAIN: Your friend. I see.

(clicks tongue)
Son, I've always told you

that the past is a good indication
of the present, correct?

And in the past, let's face it,
you haven't had many friends.

In fact, how many friends have you had?

I'm just trying to protect you.

Listen, when I was your age,
I was misunderstood also.

But you know what?

It's a good thing.

It fueled me.

(dramatic music)

REYNIE: Dear Ms. Perumal,

I think of you often and hope you're well.

I'm pretty good, I guess.

This mission I'm on,
it requires a large amount of deception.

Which is really just a way of saying
I have to lie...

a lot...

to people that I like.

It's strange.

It seems like the more I lie,
the better I get at it.

And the worse I start to feel.

It's like I'm losing who I am.

I understand
that our mission is important,

but this feeling I get when I'm lying,
sometimes I wonder if it's even worth it.

Oh. Hey, Reynie.

Hey! So, how was the Whisperer?

Oh, fine. No big deal.

Really?

Yeah, you know, a little boring.

Dr. Curtain asked me
to join him for lunch today.

What?

I don't know.

I just think it's kind of weird how eager
you are to be having lunch with him.

You're the one who's always saying,
"We need to get into his inner circle."

This is different.
It's almost like you're... enjoying it.

Why wouldn't I?

Being acknowledged?

Wait.

You're jealous.

What? No, I'm not.

It's okay. You were the golden child.

And now... it makes sense. I'm not upset.

I'm not jealous. I'm worried.

Kate's right, Sticky.

Ever since you started spending time
in the Whisperer, you've changed.

You're right. I have changed.

I used to be a nervous mess, and now...

The Whisperer is manipulating your mind,
your emotions.

I know.

For the better.

I see what this is.

Somewhere deep down,
you like when I'm anxious, don't you?

What? No. That's crazy. Of course not.

Makes you feel better about yourself.

Admit it.

Sticky!

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct chatter)

Mom, slow down.

Oh, look at these beautiful beets.

Better stock up.
Who knows how long we'll have 'em.

What do you mean?

The season just began.

Soil depletion. Drought.
Just read the papers.

(car horn honking)

- Mom? Where are you rushing off to?
- MS. PERUMAL'S MOM: I need a new hat.

(alarm blaring)

(rumbling)

(metal screeches)

(blaring continues)

(panting)

(buzzing)

(sighs)

(water trickling)

(water splashes)

WOMAN: What good's that gonna
do me when the banks close?

I need my paper.

- I need to know what's going on!
- I need cash.

MAN: Are you kidding me?

WOMAN: Give me the cash.

Hey! Is everything all right?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

I asked my dad
if I could take a friend to the forest.

He yelled at me for even considering it.

If anyone happens to think being friends
with me is a way to impress my dad...

they're wrong.

We don't have that kind of relationship.

That's not what I'm doing.

Most of the kids here don't want to talk
about anything real.

You're different.

Did you do that?

Oh, this? Yeah.

- I can't draw like you can, but...
- No, that's cool.

You actually captured
the light pretty well.

You have a good eye.

Sorry I can't take you to the forest.

Maybe you can.

You know what they say,

"Sometimes it's better to apologize
than to ask permission."

Such great parents. Here we are!

Hello, nice to meet you.
My name is Nathaniel Benedict.

- Well, hello.
- Great show.

"Now is the winter of our discontent,
made glorious summer by this sun of York.

And all the clouds that lowered
upon our house..."

Impressive.

"In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound
with victorious wreaths,

our bruised arms hung up for monuments."

It's Richard III.

(soft chuckles)

My brother, Nicholas,
he can do long division in his head.

I taught him how.

With us, you get two for the price of one,
no strings attached.

He doesn't take up much space, really.
Or eat much, for that matter.

(sighs)

I'm sorry to say
that we only have room for one, buddy.

If you can only take one, we understand.
We want what's best for each other.

- That's really sweet.
- WOMAN: He's right over here.

Hello.

We hear you like to read.

CURTAIN: There are times in life

where one must stand in the spotlight
and take a bow.

At first, you might find it difficult
to outshine those people

that are close to you.

But that thinking is weak. It's a trap.

It's grass-finished, dry-aged prime wagyu.

Wagyu.

That's a prized breed of steer.
Originated in Japan, right?

(chuckles)

I tell you.

Unlike others around here,

I do not find your knowledge of facts
and figures annoying at all.

Go ahead, dig in.

After what you did in the Whisperer today,
you more than deserve it.

Your compatibility index scores
are staggering.

Projection sub-coherence,
relative congruity...

You set Institute records in all of them.

I gotta be honest with you,

I actually thought it was your roommate
that had the potential.

But after seeing
his compatibility scores...

Oof.

Who? Reynie?

Oh... It's perfect.

Look at that marbling.
(exclaims)

Try the horseradish.

(moans)

So, tell me.
How well do you know Reynard Muldoon?

(clears throat)
Oh...

I don't... know him all that well.

He's kind of quiet.

Oh, that's interesting.
I would have thought the opposite.

Kind of a classic outgoing introvert.

Keenly interested in others all the time.

(sighs)
But you know him better than I do.

Actually, I've only known him
since I've gotten here.

(chuckles)

You ignored each other
in the vehicle you arrived in together?

I meant, I met him on the car ride over.
He was... friendly.

Like I said, outgoing.

But I worry...
Sometimes that focus on others...

not always, of course,
but sometimes, it's a means to hide.

To divert attention away from some...

(clicks tongue)
...ulterior motive, you know?

The only motive I see from Reynie
is getting good grades.

Most of the time, he just studies.

Oh.

CURTAIN: Yeah, well...

I guess I have a more nuanced view
of success in an academic context.

It's not just hours
of your face in a book.

I see it as a process
of revealing what's within.

That's where your greatness lies, Sticky.

Within.

Thanks.

Oh.

Don't ever thank others for your success.

You earned it.

And don't over-sauce.

It's clumsy and dishonors the animal.

You're gonna be spending a lot more time
in the Whisperer, Sticky.

A lot more time.

(chuckles softly)

S.Q.: Careful of poison ivy
from here on out.

It's everywhere.

You were right. This place is incredible.

Why is it off-limits?

Something to do with my dad's work.

He's here a lot with his friend.

Well, I guess she feels like
she has to be his friend.

Chief scientist.

What type of scientist?

I'm not sure. Neuroscience, maybe?

That's what my birth father did
with Dr. Curtain.

They worked together?

When I was a baby.

Then he got sick and, you know...

Curtain adopted you.

(birds chirping)

- (crowd cheering)
- COMMENTATOR : It all comes down to this.

The last two points
between two bitter rivals

in what might be the last
of Nygård Jorgenson's storied career.

COMMENTATOR :
The flag is up, and Norway serves.

A flyover and a backhand follow-up strike
by Jorgenson.

Oh!

- Did you see that reverse catapult slam?
- And right into a reverse slam.

How could I not?

COMMENTATOR : Let's take another look.

A perfect crossover spin step sets her up

- for the spectacular reverse slam.
- You were right.

The Norwegians have the best
foot technique I've ever seen.

Masterful.

- Norway is now one step closer to victory.
- Watch Nygård.

- If just joining us, we have an...
- You could learn from her.

MARTINA: She's a strong hitter,
but all her power comes from her footwork.

COMMENTATOR : And it is as close
of a match-up as I've seen in years...

KATE: Totally.

I want to try that.
Doesn't seem too complicated.

It's not. Classic approach,
nothing revolutionary.

Knees bent, step across,
and back with a swing.

She just does it with absolute precision.

What are you doing?

Uh...

(suspenseful music)

You have to keep your hip in.

Can't open up too early, or else
you're gonna have to overcompensate.

No wonder it didn't feel right.

COMMENTATOR : Nygård now serves.

Baaken avoids the wraparound,
goes on the att*ck.

Baaken does not want to lose.

Her knuckle-down technique

is the only thing keeping her
in this thing.

The Executive snack stand we passed,
do they have protein bars?

'Cause after practice, I always try
to top off my B levels. Maybe...

No way. I don't want to miss anything.

COMMENTATOR : Takes back control,
goes on the att*ck

with a slam points scored...

- Wraparound! Let's go!
- COMMENTATOR : Stay with us, folks!

We will be back with more excitements
after these messages.

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I'm not really that hungry.

Eat strong, be strong.

Athletes like us,
nutrition's our gasoline.

You know what? You just reminded me.

Got so caught up with the match,
I almost forgot.

(Martina groans)
I know it's in here somewhere.

(Martina sighs)
Oh. Here it is.

(door closes)

- What is that?
- Huh?

On your hands. Those dots.

(stammers)
I was just marking down foot patterns.

I'm gonna study these.

Those don't look like foot patterns.

I have my own shorthand?

You know what I think?

I think you're a winner, Kate Wetherall.

A stone-cold k*ller.

Just like me.

I...

I made this for you.

- For me?
- Mm-hmm.

Wow! This is actually...
really nice, Martina.

(alarm blaring)

(water splashing)

(alarm blaring continues)

(grunting)

S.Q.: Almost there.

Here we are.

Wow. It's incredible.

Right?

(birds chirping)

What are you looking for?

Oh, nothing.

I mean, all I can see are trees.

I guess I was expecting
to see more wildlife.

If all you can see are trees,
then you're not really looking.

There. Below that tree. A deer.

- REYNIE: That's weird.
- S.Q.: Not really. Deer like leaves.

- Can I see the binoculars?
- Sure.

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- Those aren't real trees.
- They're antennas. Part of my dad's work.

REYNIE: There must be hundreds of them.

What are they for?

I don't know, but he says,
once they're turned on,

I have to stay away for a while.

They cause tumors or something.
Hope somebody tells the deer.

When is it gonna be turned on?

S.Q.: Tomorrow...

Twenty-two hours from now.

(suspenseful music)

- WOMAN: Hurry.
- (car horn honking)

(woman grunting)

- MAN: We got it.
- A line this long for a haberdashery?

I don't get it.

I told you we should have come in earlier.

So weird.

Everyone's getting that same blue hat.

It's a beret.

MS. PERUMAL: Are they running
a lot of ads for it on TV?

I don't know. I just need one.

MS. PERUMAL'S MOM: I don't know
what I'll do if they sell out.

(suspenseful music)

(soft music)

- Should have been me.
- I know.

- What do they even see in you?
- I have no idea.

You'll come back for me, right, Nicky?

Of course.
I'll convince them to adopt you, too.

And if they say no,
I'll come back and get you anyway.

I promise.

(dramatic music)

(car door clanks open)

(dramatic music continues)

(car door closes)

(light music)

(clock ticking)

Turns out, Mr. Benedict had
a lot more here than he let on.

No doubt.

Oh, that's a wonderfully
ex*cuted parabola.

- It is. Hmm.
- NUMBER TWO: Hand-drawn.

Although, he may have missed
a French curve.

I'm sorry.

- RHONDA: What?
- You have nothing to be sorry for.

I lied.

I lied the worst possible lie.

What did you lie about?

(sighs)

It wasn't the size of the house
that impressed me.

It was just that it was so quiet
and peaceful.

And there were books.
(laughs)

So many books. Great books.

Fiction and nonfiction, science fiction,
and narrative memoirs, and biographies...

- And then, finally, I was alone.
- Deep breaths.

I was left to be,

without my brother trying to constantly
control my every move.

It was... Oh...

Hate to admit.

It was delightful.

- Okay, stop.
- Go on.

I waited too long.

But I finally built up the nerve.

I was going to ask my parents
to consider also adopting my brother.

It was over Sunday breakfast.

I steadied myself, I took a deep breath.

Then, when I opened my mouth
to speak, I said...

(sighs)

Nothing.

I said nothing.

- It's all right.
- It's very much not all right.

My brother. My blood. My best friend.

And I betrayed him
in the worst possible way.

- You were just a child.
- You didn't know any better.

I most certainly did.
The Emergency, the Improvement...

If I had returned,
if I had come back the way I promised,

if I had an ounce of loyalty,
none of it would have happened!

That's pure speculation, sir.

Really? Imagine if,
instead of being abandoned and betrayed,

he was adopted into a loving family
and raised like I was.

Would he have become
the madman he is today?

I highly doubt it.

The eternal debate of nature versus...

- Nurture.
- It'll never be settled.

And to b*at yourself up
over something that was not

and has never been your fault won't help.

In fact, it'll make it far worse.
We need you. The children need you.

It's the truth.

So, please.

(sighs)

I'll beg forgiveness from those brave
children when they return.

(exhales deeply)
You both are so kind,

but after hearing my moral smallness,

I would understand
if you two would like to...

resign.

- Never.
- Never.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(grunting)

- (thuds)
- (grunts)

(thudding continues)

(champagne pouring)

DR. GARRISON: Seven hundred
and sixty-three berets purchased.

Even higher than my projections.

- Tremendous work.
- Thank you.

I've just taken the messaging transmitters
off-line to prepare for tomorrow.

Nineteen hours and counting.

A toast, doctor.

I've been sober for five years.

(inhales sharply)
I've always said,

when you have a good thing,
improve on it and make it great.

And when you have something great,
make it greater.

- (chuckles softly)
- Never stop, only grow.

Because beyond the edge
of what's possible lies the magnificent.

We're about to go beyond
the edge of possible, my friend.

(glasses clink)

(suspenseful music)

(sighs)

(gulps)

REYNIE: Solid work, Kate.

Round the edges,
a coat of quick-dry lacquer,

Executive access granted.

I'll do it on the way. Let's go.

Not without Constance.
It's not like her to just disappear.

Have you seen her today?

How would you
if she wasn't on a steak cart?

None of us have seen Constance
at all since this morning.

I'm starting to worry.

Constance will be fine.

The rest of us? Not so much.

Unless the Whisperer
is trashed once and for all.

I don't know. Sounds kinda risky.

I saw the antennas, Sticky.
They were giant.

And S.Q. confirmed it.

The Improvement's signal
goes wide tomorrow.

I'm just saying, shouldn't we know
Curtain's plan exactly

before we get into commando mode?

(footsteps thumping)

(metal screeches)

(both grunt)

- I did not need the spot.
- Where have you been?

In the ceiling.

- Before that.
- What's with the hat?

Not hat. Beret.

Blue beret.

You know it better than anyone,
don't you, George?

Huh?

This morning, I had a thought.

Not my thought. Voice in my head.

It was you!

- Me?
- CONSTANCE: Yeah.

Telling me to buy this stupid beret,
making me want to buy it.

So I go to Stonetown to investigate.

- You went to Stonetown? How?
- CONSTANCE: It does not matter.

What matters...

blue berets on everyone.

Berets were listed in Curtain's journal,

but why is Curtain telling people
to buy a blue beret?

The berets are just a dry run.
He's just getting his feet wet.

They're not subliminal
suggestions anymore.

They're commands.

Straight into the coconut.

Textbook mind control.

And not just of Stonetown,
of the whole world.

Let's go. Right now.

STICKY: Wait.

If the Whisperer is that powerful,

we could put good thoughts
into people's heads.

Make them feel happy.

Sticky, you're not thinking straight.
You're not yourself.

I'm more myself than I ever have been.

I'm finally happy.

Thank you, cult.

- Shut up! I'm sick of you!
- REYNIE: Sticky!

I've never heard you talk
to anyone like that.

- She doesn't believe in anything.
- I pity you.

We don't have time for this, Reynie.

- Leave him behind.
- No!

No one gets left behind,

especially when they're not
thinking straight.

(laughs)
Oh, I'm not thinking straight?

I'm the only one here who is thinking!

Fine! You wanna hash things out?

Go ahead. I've got work to do.

(grunting)

REYNIE: Kate!

Wait! You can't do it alone!

("The Morning After"
by Maureen McGovern playing)

♪ There's got to be a morning after ♪

♪ If we can hold on through the night ♪

♪ We have a chance to find the sunshine ♪

♪ Let's keep on looking for the light ♪

♪ Oh, can't you see the morning after? ♪

♪ It's waiting right outside the storm ♪

♪ Why don't we cross the bridge together ♪

♪ And find a place that's safe and warm? ♪

♪ It's not too late, we should be giving ♪

♪ Only with love can we climb ♪

♪ It's not too late
not while we're living ♪

♪ Let's put our hands out in time ♪

♪ There's got to be a morning after ♪

♪ We're moving closer to the shore ♪

♪ I know we'll be there by tomorrow ♪

♪ And we'll escape the darkness ♪

♪ We won't be searching anymore ♪

♪ There's got to be a morning after ♪