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-Previously… -The thing is...

-You're not coming back. -Well, what's there for me?

Iris! Hailey! Look at us, the gang back together.

Oh, Charlotte, I was hoping you'd be here. And there's Howard.

[giggles]

You're an embarrassment. We're going home.

You're hurting me.

Charlotte told me that she was going to Monterey last night,

-and Howard didn't know. -She was walking

in the wrong direction when she got hit by that car.

[Lydia] You think he murdered his wife.

Whatever you're up to, I want in.

Charlotte was murdered, and we can prove it.

We received a tip from a neighbor and made an arrest, the husband.

[Millie] Except Howard didn't do it.

That list of Charlotte's,

it was an account of jewelry she stole from her friends, mostly from Patricia.

-I am done being disrespected! -Sweetie, put down the knife.

[shrieks]

James!

Goodness gracious, you scared the living daylights out of me.

What happened to your hand?

Here...

Patricia gave me the boot.

Found out I'd been stepping out on her...

with Charlotte.

Oh!

-Did Howard know? -Of course not. It was just a fling.

Patricia's been acting so strange lately. One, one minute she's on cloud nine,

the next, she's-- she's throwing crockery. I mean,

there's only so much a man can take.

-Sounds like... this was a lot. -But you trust me, she's no angel.

I mean, she is, she is the one who refused me,

and now look what's happened.

I love her, Lydia, you know I do.

I mean, I would never do anything to hurt her.

-We should be sounding the alarm. -And say what?

Well, Charlotte was stealing from Patricia,

having an affair with James, and Patricia knew it.

It's motive, plain and simple.

Then build your case. Howard's innocent, Patricia's guilty.

That's the problem. Without Charlotte's list,

-we haven't one shred of proof. -Then do what we always did...

assemble the pieces we have, fill the space in between.

But first, I'll finish packing.

Honey, there's still a few weeks before I'm deployed.

You're gonna work yourself into an early grave.

Hard work's good for the head.

Hay bale, anyone tell you not to eavesdrop?

I can't help it if you guys are gonna have it out.

I have some leftover brisket, you want me to fix you a plate?

Nah, I just need a word.

Try to stop her from scrubbing off the wax.

It's chewing me up how Howard's in jail for Charlotte's murder

while Patricia's home tossing back martinis.

Clearly, you're not alone in that.

I got an idea.

Let's hop it.

I gave my wife everything she ever wanted,

not a worry in the world,

and all she had to do was give me a little gratitude, now and then.

Sweetheart, thank goodness you're here.

James is in a bit of a fix.

He was sleeping with Charlotte down the road,

and the ife-way kicked him to the urb-cay.

James...

-Rough time of it? -No, she came at me with a knife, Kenny.

A knife, darling. Can you fathom it?

She was a raving mess, a different person. I-- I had to leave for my own safety.

-I'm gonna go talk to her. -Lydia...

It's not for us to get involved.

No, no, that-- that is a great idea.

Yeah, you go, you go, you talk her down.

Yeah, you tell her that I love her...

that this-- this business with Charlotte is all just-- just a big mistake.

[sobs]

Kenneth...

the ham needs basting in 15 minutes.

Take the tin-foil off the scalloped potatoes then too.

-Me? -You'll manage. You're a clever man.

You are also a good friend, Ken.

So, are we gonna get this Howard guy out, or not?

We're working on it.

Patricia knew about the affair. She may have confronted Charlotte.

Patricia could easily have driven Charlotte's car back the night she died.

Hailey looked at Howard's odometer logs,

working up some ideas about where Charlotte's routine took her.

I'm thinking, double life.

She wasn't on the up-and-up with her whereabouts.

That could be why Charlotte's Wednesday drives

don't add up. Look at the margin of error on the odometer readings.

Lydia said that's when Charlotte went to visit her mother.

We assumed she'd taken the scenic route.

But maybe we're looking at a detour.

-Something to do with the affair? -Or with Patricia and the stealing?

Let's narrow the variables, hammer out the theories,

and maybe there's enough to take it to the police.

Okay.

[Lydia] Patty, honey!

James is over at our house crying his eyes out.

Says you tried to stab him? Can you--

[gasps] Oh, my God!

You're dead.

[phone rings]

Iris, it's for you.

-Iris speaking. -She's dead!

-Who is? Lydia, is-- -Marcus thought I might find you here.

Oh, Iris, she's dead!

Lydia, take a breath, you're not making sense.

Patricia's been murdered!

She was gunned down in her own bed! I mean, I came in to check on her,

and she was on her bed with a bullet through her heart.

Everything's falling apart--

-Let's just focus on the problem. -The problem is that Patty's dead!

And her husband, James, he shot her!

She's gone, she's-- she's done, she's killed,

and I'm never gonna talk to her again.

Lydia, you need to hang up the phone, call the police, then go straight home

-and tell Kenneth what's happened. -I can't.

The killer is at my house right now, he's drinking alone with my husband!

Then hang up the phone, call the police,

and go wait in the street. You hear me?

[whispers] Okay.

[sighs] I knew you'd know what to do.

Sarge?

Patricia's been shot dead.

-Does that mean we're wrong? -Could be a-- a chain reaction?

Patricia kills her husband's mistress, spurring him to kill her in revenge?

The suburbs, our new Western Front.

And Lydia shell-shocked in the trenches.

-You didn't come to bed last night. -I was waiting for Lydia to call.

She never did. Didn't want it to wake up the kids.

[clears throat]

You'll get them fed?

Lydia's got her husband to look out for her.

You know the man, he's no help.

Honey...

Now, we need to get right before I ship out.

Tonight, you and me.

Dennis will look after Cady. 'Cause I would like to see you smile

before they ship me off.

-I'm tired, Marcus. -Hey...

-All right, then. Tonight. -Okay.

Ladies... it's not a good time.

Lydia called last night, very upset.

Is she all right?

No.

Not after she found Patricia.

But she will be.

-What did you do with her? -She was off her head, hysterical.

I decided she'd visit Ashbrook Asylum for a rest.

-You shipped your wife to a funny farm? -Kenneth, Lydia is not insane.

She had a very normal response to seeing a friend dead.

She's a raving lunatic.

You don't know how I worked to help her hide it.

-She was trying to tell me something. -Well, I'm telling you,

mind your own damn business.

I thought we'd pay Detective Bryce a visit...

make sure his head's screwed on properly.

You mean put the screws to him?

He needs to know it's more complicated than husband killing wife,

and we need anything he may know about Patricia.

Well, in that suit, he'll buy whatever you're selling.

[chuckles]

I need to speak to someone. I have valuable information.

I'm an expert cryptologist, worked at the Presidio during the war,

cracking high-level codes.

I have important information. Who here has clearance?

-I don't know what you're talking about. -These are my credentials.

-See there? -Rose?

There you are. Apologies, nurse, she's always barreling off.

I was hoping we could talk to someone who could help us.

Rose here is having another episode.

-Only family can authorize admissions. -Except I'm all she's got!

We work the same office,

she's been like this going on two days now.

I have been covering for her, but I'm at my wits' end.

"Ruth."

A plus-16 shift using the Caesar Cipher means the characters add up to 29,

the tenth prime number, the atomic number of copper.

Are you in weapons? What's your clearance?

Please, lady, help a girl out.

I'll see if one of the doctors has a moment.

Have a seat.

Nice job, Sarge.

All we're asking is if you suspect James Crawford of killing his wife.

All I'm saying, Miss Harcourt, is that I can't discuss open cases.

How is it that you two ladies

find yourselves tied up in another stateside murder?

We will tell all, but you go first. Have you arrested James Crawford?

I can't say.

Not now and not here.

-Well, what if it was elsewhere? -[sighs]

Like, perhaps, tonight, over dinner, with Millie?

-Deal. -Absolutely not.

You've yet to prove you have one iota of useful information.

James Crawford is not yet in custody. All right?

-Why the hell not? -Because we haven't tracked him down.

You lost him? A woman called the police,

-tells them where... -She didn't call me--

-...to find the murderer. -People rarely stay put

waiting for cops to arrive,

and you're assuming that James is our prime suspect.

You really think Howard Nolan is a killer, despite all evidence?

-What evidence? -Is James Crawford

your sole suspect or not?

Yes. But that's all you get until you hold up your end of the bargain.

Oh, she will.

I'll telephone you later for details.

You just auctioned me off to the lowest bidder.

Lydia...

Iris.

-I can't believe Kenneth did this. -It's not so bad.

Lydia, we're on the trail of Patricia's killer.

James was a bad boy.

He stepped out on his wife...

but he's not the killer.

-But you were so certain he killed her. -Wrong side of the bed.

-"Wrong side"? -James would have never shot his wife

where he slept. Bad luck.

Superstitions and stupidity, that man.

-But if James isn't the killer, who is? -I walked on water to get to her.

"Water"?

Lydia, what do you mean?

It always was a fairy tale. Shot with the family gun.

Up in flames.

I told you to wait in the hallway.

-Sorry. Rose here wandered off. -"Rose."

Rose. Yes.

By any other name, how would it smell, I wonder?

[inhales] Delicious.

It's all there.

If you want the benefit of treatment, you've got to do it right.

Sure. Can't let just anyone in.

It just goes to show, even the smoothest veneer can crack.

We still got our wits, Sarge.

And it seems she's not entirely without hers.

So she was trying to tell us something.

Why would I want a date with Detective Bryce?

He can't even find the man who killed her.

[sighs] I may have.

We've been looking at detours that fit what we knew of Charlotte.

Maybe where she went doesn't fit.

-Look at the postcard. -Redwood Park?

James's cover story for the affair was a hunting trip.

It's on a direct route from Charlotte's house.

The mileage adds up. It could be where she went to meet James.

And if you're on the run from the police,

where better to hide?

Exactly.

-But why flee if you're not the killer? -He may know who is.

[phone rings]

Hello.

Hello, Iris.

You up for a road trip?

-Are you sure you trust Lydia's instincts? -Behind the fog, she's as bright as ever,

and certain that James didn't kill Patricia.

Park ranger says they've got six licensed hunting cabins.

Thought he saw car lights at that one last night.

Innocent or guilty, James is a cornered man.

-We can't just waltz in there. -So we tread carefully,

read the situation, test Lydia's theory.

You shouldn't have come here.

I am not going to jail. I can't.

We haven't told anyone that you're here. We just want your help.

My help?

-Oh, dear Lord. -James, I believe you're innocent.

[Hailey] But you're also running scared. Why?

No one needs to know that... that we saw you here.

Believe me, we're well-versed in keeping secrets.

Oh, yeah?

Well, why don't you start right now, lady, and shut your goddamn trap.

-James, we can help you. -One more word and I swear I will do it.

-So, you-- you'd just kill us all? -Quiet!

-Now! -It seems you're wrong, Iris.

This is not the act of an innocent man.

-No, I-- I didn't kill anybody. -Then put down the gun,

-otherwise you are as guilty as your wife. -I am not guilty!

James! James, please.

Stop.

Patricia couldn't have mowed down Charlotte.

She was innocent. I loved her.

-So why run off? -I saw the cops at my house...

and panicked.

I knew what they did to Howard. It doesn't take a genius

to figure where the finger points next.

Then stop acting like a guilty man.

I don't even know how she died. [sobs]

She was shot through the heart.

Lydia saw the murder weapon on the dresser.

She said it was a "family gun."

The only family gun is my grandfather's war pistol.

It's kept in the cabinet. It makes no sense to use it

when I've got a nine millimeter by my bed.

[Iris] Whoever killed Patricia

didn't know the nine millimeter was an option.

-Then that proves I'm innocent. -Not altogether, but it helps.

-You gotta help me fix this. -One condition, you turn yourself in.

No. No chance. They will never believe me.

We will do everything we can to clear your name.

Innocent men don't run.

Well, how do I know you can clear my name, huh?

[Hailey] You don't, but we've tracked you down twice.

We're the best you got.

[sniffs]

Now... take us through everything that happened

between you and Patricia before you left the house.

So, we just leave him here?

-And trust he'll turn himself in. -Thank you.

You've done far more for me.

You'll be happy to hear I'm keeping my date tonight.

Detective Bryce needs to learn a thing or two.

[sighs]

So, I'll take a look through Lydia's journal,

see if I can make sense of it.

She was right about the gun,

so I'm convinced there's more she's trying to tell us.

I'd be happy to help.

-Thank you, but this sort of thing is-- -One-woman job.

I should probably have a quiet night in anyway.

[Hailey] Isn't it one of your last nights here?

I'll take you around,

show you a taste of San Francisco before you ship out.

I'm hardly dressed to hit the town.

For what I'm cooking up, you're perfect.

[jazz band plays]

Not what I expected from you.

I'm full of surprises, Detective.

-How about you call me Bill? -Okay.

Rum and coke for the gentleman,

bourbon sour for the lady.

-Nice to see you back, Millie. -It's your bourbon, Archie.

Good stuff.

You two seem friendly.

Is Howard Williams still in custody?

Can't we have one drink

without you squeezing me for information?

No.

Until there's evidence the murders are connected,

Howard stays behind bars.

How often do you come here?

And Patricia's murder, is James Crawford still your only lead?

Uh-uh. Now it's your turn.

How does a girl like you come to know about a place like this?

-You've no idea what kind of a girl I am. -Yeah? Let's see. You grew up rich,

went to a high-end finishing school, where you were bored to tears.

The crying only continued when you met the strait-laced suitors

your father kept pointing your way.

Except there's the thorny matter of your inheritance.

You had to marry one of those stuffed shirts.

Almost did, but no, you doubled down, and you told them to go to hell.

If that's what this family is selling, you ain't buying.

And then, off on your own,

you traveled the world, you made your own way...

and you did a bang-up job.

-You've been paying attention. -That's what I do.

[Millie chuckles]

Which is why I'm asking you--

-No, Miss Harcourt, I'm telling-- -Millie.

Millie, then.

I'm telling you, leave this to the professionals.

I would, but James Crawford is going to be turning himself in tonight,

and I still need to convince you he's innocent.

We found him hiding in the very cabin

where he and Charlotte Williams were carrying on an affair.

James promised to turn himself in before the night's out,

all to clear his name.

-You could have been killed. -Promise you'll sit and listen to me

before we go our separate ways.

Hey.

Did you save some room?

-Dinner. I'm just off to get ready. -You forgot.

Marcus, I'm sorry.

Lydia gave me this today, and it's all a jumbled mess.

We found her at the asylum.

Kenneth sent her there like she's some problem needing fixing.

Somewhere along the line, they just...

-broke down. -You know, that won't happen to us.

For one thing, you can get rid of me every once in a while.

I know you have to go, Marcus. I just don't want you to.

You know, Vietnam is just an advisory committee.

I'm training soldiers, their soldiers.

It's not our war. I'll be back in a month.

It just never gets easier.

I know.

How about I take Dennis and Cadence to the movies.

The King and I.

It's a new one.

Cadence won't stop talking about how she wants to see a pretty lady

-get wooed by some handsome king. -All right, then.

The King and I it is.

[gulls wailing]

[ship horn blasts]

Prettiest view west of a prairie sunset.

[sighs] Truly a sight.

What on earth are you doing?

-It's just what we're looking for. -Mussels?

I know it doesn't look like much, but trust me on this one.

Quick, give me a hand.

[groans] Dig!

Oh!

She's a beaut.

Jean McBrian...

I used to go digging for razor clams back in Scotland.

Me, I was butchering and milking before I hit double digits.

So, what now?

-We eat. -Where?

What, you guys don't have campfires in Scotland?

I'm telling you, Bill...

it's his grandfather's prized gun. It's engraved with the family crest.

Just because he hadn't shot the war pistol before,

does not mean he wouldn't use it to kill his wife.

Why would he go to the trouble of breaking into a cabinet

when there's a perfectly good gun underneath his bed?

A man with at least three guns. What the hell does that tell you?

He's a red-blooded American.

You didn't see the look on his face

when we told him his wife had been shot through the heart.

-You think that'll convince a jury? -He's willing to turn himself in.

-Surely that counts for something. -Well, you'd make a great lawyer

if you weren't busy playing amateur detective.

You think I'm here because I read too many Raymond Chandler novels?

Why are you here?

California. It's the future.

Mm. I'd like to think I might be a part of it.

-Hardly. -Why rule it out?

Mm. Let's see.

Three dates in, I'll meet your parents, who find me too stroppy,

but soon realize you'll never do any better.

Six months in, I have a ring on my finger.

In three years, we'll flee to the suburbs, with two brats and a third on the way,

filling the space between us

with powder-blue appliances and creeping silences.

Anniversaries, we'll manage a clumsy dance,

looking over each other's shoulders, wondering what the hell just happened.

Mm. Well... [clears throat]

-You got one thing wrong. -What's that?

I'm a damned good dancer.

I'll be the judge of that.

[both chuckle]

Jean!

"I shared my matches with Pattycakes.

Two are now three. She's in our secret...

Matches gave such a brilliant light.

I lit all my matches, but transcendence evaded me.

I need more and light more every time...

Matches..."

Hm.

Oh, Hailey, this is delicious.

Cioppino. Legendary in San Francisco.

The secret is fresh basil.

Mm. The flavors are divine.

Much better than the salt and pepper of back home.

You okay?

Yes.

Just, can't seem to shake things off.

You looked cool as a cucumber back there.

I'd have folded like a deck chair.

Somehow I doubt that.

Still...

staring down a barrel...

one can't help but ask if a life's been led to the fullest.

I'm sorry it happened to you.

I'm still glad I came.

But you really want to go back home, do you?

It's my life.

-Sure it's not a rut? -Hm.

Like those girls in the 'burbs, bored stiff.

Cheating, stealing, just to feel something.

I've seen quite enough excitement.

The hell you have.

[groans]

One more thing you gotta do before you get outta Dodge.

What are you doing?

Come on!

[splashing]

-The water's great! -It looks bloody cold!

Oh, it's damn flippin' freezing, but after the numbness kicks in,

it's quite pleasant.

Come on!

You only live once, Jean!

[Hailey giggles and splashes]

Great music tonight, Archie.

If I knew you were bringing heat, I'd canceled the band.

-The what? -The fuzz. The man. The police?

Don't tell me he's not a lawman. I can read the signs.

The drink, the haircut, the shoes? We've got a rule at the Big Bop, no cops.

-Bill's a fine man, Archie. -They're all shady in this town.

Stick around, you'll find out.

-Great place you got here. -Bill, meet Archie Hunter.

He likes to know his customers, so I thought.

What's Iris doing here?

Excuse me.

Millie, I cracked the journal.

It's not what we thought.

Patricia wasn't murdered.

She killed herself.

At first I thought she was counting days,

five by five, but she kept writing about matches.

-Keeping a tally. -See this chart here?

How many she gave away, and how many were left.

And writing these awful notions of death,

wanting a glorious fire to consume her.

James said that Patricia had been erratic lately,

but suicide is a bit of a leap, don't you think?

I thought so, too, but then I found this.

"The Little Match Girl and Other Stories."

What on earth does Patricia have to do with Hans Christian Andersen?

The little match girl had visions of her dead grandmother.

To keep the visions alive, she lit her matches, one by one,

until, finally, desperate to hold onto the magic, she lit them all.

Froze to death with a smile on her face.

And they call it a fairy tale.

Lydia talked about fires,

and sharing her matches with someone she called "Pattycakes."

Now, I think she was sharing with Charlotte too. Look here,

"Two are now three, Charlotte is in the web."

Howard said Charlotte had been up and down. Do you think...

It's possible she died the same way.

So, what are the matches?

There's a key in there, but for the life of me, I can't find it.

-What happened? -Iris has cracked the journal.

It suggests that Patricia... took her own life.

She couldn't have shot herself. There was no gun in her hand.

-Could someone have moved it? -We don't have it all yet,

but whatever claimed these ladies may also be affecting Lydia.

At least she's safe at Ashbrook.

Where's Lydia?

I know this feeling, a shiver behind the eyes.

-I just can't quite see it all. -When we'd get stymied, we'd run a theory.

We'd fill in the gaps with the most likely variables,

and consider new elements at every inconsistency.

So, the theory on the table is suicide.

By our logic, not only did the women kill themselves,

but the deaths were disguised as murders? That's dodgy at best.

Who would cover up a suicide?

-Someone with something to hide. -Patricia was the latest victim,

so we start with her.

What do we know?

[Iris] She'd just found out about James's affair with Charlotte.

She confronted him, it went badly,

so, she sent him packing across the street to Lydia's.

James had never seen her so upset.

[Hailey] Lydia said she was walking on water when she saw Patricia.

If she drowned, and her body was moved,

the carpet would've got soaked.

[Millie] The shooter didn't know which side of the bed she slept on.

[Iris] Or that James kept a gun under the bed.

I have to admit, it's plausible.

-Okay, so then, what about Charlotte? -She was hit by her own car...

which was then driven back to her own garage.

Which could also have been a cover-up.

I mean, maybe she was dead before they even left the house.

[Iris] James had just broken things off. He told her at the country club.

No doubt she was as distraught as Patricia.

[Hailey] Charlotte's gas tank was nearly empty.

And that wouldn't work for Howard's meticulous mile-keeping...

unless the car was being idled for quite some time.

Exhaust fumes are hard to see. How would anyone have seen it?

[Jean] There was a chill in the air last week. Makes exhaust fumes visible.

[Millie] If you're in the business of covering up suicides,

and you come across a body in a car, what do you do next?

[Iris] You use what's readily available.

[Hailey] So the guy drives her out. A straight shot down the nearest road,

-far enough so no one would see. -[Millie] And he dumps her.

[Jean] But it's not enough, it has to be air-tight, a hit-and-run.

[Iris] So he does what he has to do, with her car.

Then he drives it back home.

-But what of Howard and the odometer? -It's business as usual for Howard.

He comes home after the car's returned,

and tracks the miles, same as always.

Without a clue of what's already happened to his wife.

That may explain how, but why would both women take their own lives?

-And who would cover it up? -If you ask me,

James pushed them both over the edge.

But first, these women had to be standing on one.

Lydia's journal indicates

that her new state of mind was sudden and all-consuming.

Now, that doesn't just happen to three smart women all at once.

-Not without a trigger. -But, what are the matches?

I don't know, but what's next to it looks like chemical formulas.

Yes. For drugs.

-Pills. -How do you get to pills?

If they were sharing medication,

they would experience the same side-effects.

"I shared my matches with Pattycakes."

-God, a kind of housewives' helper. -"Matches gave such a brilliant light."

But why use their chemical formulas?

Kenneth.

Her husband's in pharmaceuticals.

He told us about the tests they run to get their approvals.

Well, if that's true, he would be the one to cover things up.

Of course he would if he discovered that his pills led to suicide.

Whatever pushed Charlotte and Patricia over the edge

could happen to Lydia. We need to know that Lydia is safe.

[Kenneth] Lydia, listen to me!

No, I can't take them, you can't make me take them.

-Lydia, please, just one dose! It'll help! -Except that it doesn't!

-Now I'm back to myself-- -But this isn't you, darling.

You're in withdrawal. I know the symptoms.

Why didn't you warn me this would happen?

I'm telling you now. This is why you need to do as I say.

[door opens]

-Get away from her! -Get out of this house!

If we leave, it'll be with your wife.

Iris, it's terrible, it's just terrible.

Lydia, the pills, those are your matches.

My friends, they were struggling. A life here, it's so rigid,

and there's just, there's no room to feel anything but happy,

and if you're not...

you just don't fit.

But Kenneth, he said that the pills-- that they were gonna help.

And they did. Lydia, they did.

Until you try to stop, and then God help you.

Charlotte and Patricia, they killed themselves because of you.

They took pills they never should have.

Pills she gave them.

They went off the deep-end, and you didn't want to get blamed for it.

-I need some water. -Lydia--

No, please, I...

These-- these drugs, they're new.

We're still working out the bugs, but...

they have a wonderful power, to take what's broken in our world,

in our hearts, and...

and fix it.

We've just begun to discover negative effects to withdrawal,

and the labs are working to adjust before the drug's released.

These were just for clinical trials.

You experimented on your wife?

[Kenneth] It was doing her good! She said so.

[Iris] So she shared them with her friends.

[Kenneth] It was a mistake.

[Millie] And instead of sounding the alarm, you covered it up.

The whole trial could've been scrapped.

And they were doing her good.

You don't understand how hard it's been for her out here.

The Crawfords have a new car. The Trimbles, summer in the Hamptons.

Do you think that we own any of this outright?

One false move, and this house of cards...

collapses.

Lydia, please, it's not safe.

Don't.

The haze is lifting.

I can see now.

These feelings, they're not real.

-It's just chemicals leaving your body. -You're telling me

that the guilt in my heart...

the sour in my gut, every breath that I take--

Lydia, this isn't your fault.

[sighs]

I know what I have to do.

Kenneth won't accept what he did.

-But I will. -Lydia, the blame for these deaths,

they lie with Kenneth, not you.

I told them that they worked wonders.

No, Kenneth knew what these pills were doing

to you and your friends, and-- and he chose to protect himself.

Stay back! [sobbing]

Happiness is not a constant state.

To think that life is some perfect journey, well, that's a folly.

So what, you just give up?

-I don't believe you don't want happiness. -I did once.

I did.

But now I seek purpose.

And with purpose comes joy.

There's no joy left for me in this world.

I lost my friends...

and my husband is a scoundrel.

And I need these pills...

these stupid crutches, just to stand.

I was there once myself, after the war.

I'd discovered capabilities that I never imagined.

Only after? I had to keep them secret, and bottle it all back up.

No one could ever know the truth of who I'd become,

or all the great things I'd done.

But I knew.

I knew.

And I could rebuild my life...

not despite what I'd achieved at Bletchley, but because of it.

And you have that inner strength, too. You do.

You can rebuild your life, you can. You can do it.

Please.

Charlotte was in heavy withdrawal from the medication.

She knew I gave them to Lydia...

and she'd taken to calling me at all hours, begging for more.

You couldn't take home enough pills for all three without drawing notice.

And then one night,

I heard her car running in that closed garage.

After that terrible night,

I mean, Patricia started calling me at work,

begging for more pills, telling me her life was unraveling.

So, I got some that night, took them to her house, but...

I was too late.

And to hide the truth, you had me locked up.

Lyddie... my love, please understand.

I never wanted to hurt anybody.

But you have, Kenneth.

You've hurt a lot of people.

♪ You're nobody till somebody loves you ♪

♪ You're nobody till somebody cares ♪

♪ You may be king You may possess ♪

♪ The world and its gold ♪

♪ But gold won't bring you happiness When you're growing old ♪

♪ The world still is the same You'll never change it ♪

♪ As sure as the stars shine above ♪

♪ You're nobody till ♪

♪ Somebody loves you ♪

♪ So find yourself somebody to love ♪

♪ You may be a king You may possess ♪

♪ The big, fat world and its gold ♪

♪ But gold won't bring you happiness ♪

♪ When you're growing old ♪

♪ The world, the world's still the same You'll never change it ♪

♪ Just as sure as the stars shine above ♪

♪ You're nobody till somebody loves you ♪

♪ So find yourself somebody ♪

♪ Somebody to love ♪

That's beautiful.

It's a sad song, really.

At least for most of the world out there.

But not us.

We're lucky.

We sure are.

I am proud of all that you have done, Iris.

Me too.

Although I do worry...

especially when I'm not around.

I know, but...

You just promise me...

that you will be careful.

I will.

Now...

-you... -Mm.

...better give me something to remember you by.

Mm-hm.

[chuckles]

What's all this?

I telephoned London, the library,

offered my resignation.

You're staying.

I'm not sure for how long.

Let's just say there's a healthy dose of perspective

-with having a gun to your head. -[Millie scoffs]

That's what it took?

Well, that and driving on the wrong side of the road,

eating a bowl of fish stew,

and stripping down to my knickers

before throwing myself in the Pacific Ocean.

You did what?

Baptized and reborn, my friend.