All language subtitles for The Bletchley Circle San Francisco 2018 S01E06 Iron in War 720p (Multi) WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

Previously...

-That's your old cryptogram machine?
-I was thinking we'd do a partnership.

-I'm done living with men.
-One up-close look at who you are,

what you are,
poor gal'd run off screaming.

-[Millie] It's like miniature tickertape.
-[Iris] Some kind of code.

-[Millie] And no drugs?
-[Jean] None that you'd smoke.

[Iris] Someone was willing to beat
a man almost to death

in order to get it back.

We're looking for someone

who may have come here
injured the other night.

How did you find me?

Look, just a simple Caesar cipher.

Every letter transposed
three letters ahead.

You've no idea why I left home.

If you won't talk to me,
please talk to the police.

Edward Harcourt? You're under arrest
for suspicion of communist conspiracy.

[Millie] My cousin Edward is innocent.

Well, your cousin's being charged
as a communist.

A communist? [scoffs]

-Not for a second!
-Because you know how to spot a Commie.

-We don't because we don't know any.
-Not at home and sure as hell not here.

-What exactly are you doing here?
-We're tourists.

Come to see my cousin,
my not-communist, innocent cousin.

Oh, Detective Greene, we're here to see
the Redwood Forest

-and the Golden Gate Bridge.
-It's an awful long way

for two English ladies to travel
by themselves.

-I'm Scottish, dearie.
-She's Scottish, you dummy.

-Where's your return ticket?
-Well, we thought it best

to use an American travel agent
to get home.

-Is that so?
-Yes.

Of course, only after we've spent our way
through your fine city.

We know our rights.

If we're not being charged,
I believe you have to release us, yes?

[knock at door]

Olivia...

What are you doing here?

I've been trying to phone you.

[sighs] Cadence came home with a sore
belly and I was hoping to keep things

quiet around here
so she could have a lie-down.

-I've just typed out an arrest report.
-Oh, Lord.

Lord, please tell me that Dennis
didn't land himself in any trouble.

It's Edward Harcourt,
cousin of your friend, Millie.

He's been charged
as a communist conspirator.

-You're kidding?
-Millie and Jean are being interrogated

and nobody hates a red
more than our men in blue.

Those women aren't communists.

Right?

[phone rings]

Oh... That could be Millie and Jean
at the station.

Iris, if you're involved,
you're painted with the same brush.

And once the police decide
you're a traitor,

it's heavy lifting to change their minds.

[ringing]

-Hello?
-[man on phone, indistinct]

No, this household isn't interested
in any damn encyclopedias.

We gotta spring out our girls.

-Take my advice and keep your distance.
-We appreciate the warning, Olivia,

but those are decent women.

If we can't see that in each other,
then we've got nothing.

[Millie] Jean!

-I'm so sorry they put you through this.
-It's over now.

Short of my favorite vegetable,

there's nothing further
that man could ask me.

Before we are released,
I have a right to see my cousin.

Actually, you don't.

Wait a minute.

-Our passports are missing.
-Held, pending your immigration hearing.

-What hearing? When?
-Three days.

Here's your notices.

You won't need that American travel agent.
You're about to be deported.

We've got three days to prove
our innocence and Edward's too.

If we're shipped out,
he may well rot in jail.

And all because of that Judas.

He sold Edward down the river
and we're in hot water.

The last thing we need
is him making things worse.

Oh, for God's sake.
Millie, what are you still doing here?

You know exactly why I'm here.
You betrayed our trust.

At least by being deported,

means I never have to clap eyes
on you again.

Millie, I had nothing to do with--

You were the only authority
my cousin spoke to,

and the next day, he's hauled in here
on trumped-up charges!

-Political crimes, not my department.
-So you went and told your friends.

They must have their own reasons.

And from what he told me,
you two barely know each other.

He is family, Bill.

Go to hell.

Come on, Jean.

What if he's right?
What if Edward is a communist?

Jean, my cousin makes a small fortune
renting rooms across the city.

No landlord supports Marxist ideology.

Edward trusted Bill enough
to tell him he was a homosexual.

That's why they did this
and why we're going to fix it.

We know Rusty was meant
to meet somebody at that diner.

[Jean] But instead the poor man
was chased down and beaten

in a case of mistaken identity.

[Millie] We know Hailey found a code.

[Jean] Which points to
a dockyard rendezvous,

where the drugs would be exchanged.

Well, it all stems from Rusty
and that diner.

-A front for drug trafficking?
-Or a drug dealer's basecamp.

I'm gonna go have a milkshake,

see if I can work out
who might be the lynchpin.

I'll get Hailey to drive us to Rusty,

find out what he knows about the place
and work out his political leanings.

Come on.

And your father and I
are proud of your passion

for the cause, Dennis. I just wish

you'd put some of that zeal
into an after-school job.

If you want a leg up in the world,
now's the time.

My GPA's 4.0.
Rallies are moving to Berkeley,

so that's a lot of travel.

Protest rallies won't put spending money
in your pocket, little man.

Little man.

-I like it. [giggles]
-Oh. No, I'm big man today.

-New placards.
-Oh.

"Whose city? Our city."

-Denny, I love it.
-[both laugh]

Hello there.

Mom, this is Miriam.

Uh, pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Bearden.

Dennis has told me so much about you.

"Press on."

-That's what Dr. King said.
-"And keep on pressing.

-If you can't fly, run."
-"If you can't run, walk."

"And if you can't walk, crawl."

Th-- this man is sparking a wave.
And we're part of it, see?

It's in the back, below the fold.

But one day we'll be front-page news.

So long as it's not because the riot
police were called in.

We know the rules, Mom. Self-defense only.
Watch this.

Three knuckles to the sternum.

Takes a man down every time.

Yeah? [giggles nervously]

[Dennis laughs] Pressing on.

-Do you want to help? Yeah.
-Yeah. Okay.

[giggles]

Um...

-Oh, thanks.
-Yeah.

Yeah, I thought...

Why is it stupid?

I say Edward did the right thing
putting out a warning ad.

And got beaten half to death
just like you.

-So we stop protecting each other?
-No, we double down on anonymity,

we go back to word of mouth,
phone trees.

-It worked before. It'll work again.
-[knock at door]

Spence, come on in.

We're not Spence.

-And you're not welcome here, either.
-We need to have a word with Rusty.

This is a private home.
You cannot walk in here like this.

This lady's the one
who saved Rusty's bacon.

All we want is two minutes.

Meeting's over, fellas.

Same time tomorrow.
Bring your old phone numbers.

We'll try to rebuild that tree.

[Hailey sighs]

Edward has been arrested
on a charge of communist conspiracy.

Now, for his sake...

your meetings, your group...

-I have to ask.
-You think we're communists?

The Bolshies persecute men like us.
If this is why you're here,

-to accuse us--
-Hold your horses and listen up.

They got Edward in for being a red

but it's a bogus charge.

And a difficult one to fight.
That's why we need your help.

Now, Edward's cousin and I
are about to be deported

and if that happens
before we can clear his name,

-he's done for.
-We can't get involved.

You already are.

If they make headway on him,

they'll go after you all next.
Secret meetings,

-codes in the newspapers.
-We're not communists!

We know.

We also know they're after Edward
to name names,

break up your little coterie.

Only he's a decent man and won't talk.

That's why, gentlemen, you will.

Let's find you a leg up, little man.

Another code.

[Hailey] Why can't you
just tell the truth?

If we stand up to the police,
we show our true colors,

they might not arrest us today

but down the road,
they'll be raiding our homes, bars,

the places that we meet.

We'll be thrown in paddy-wagons,
we'll be arrested.

If you help your friend get out,
you're not fighting

-with one hand behind your back.
-Edward is not an active member.

He was looking to return.
He showed up that night at the diner.

Saw that message in the newspaper,

figured there was a new member
looking to join.

Come on, Rusty. He was looking for a date.

Guess what, Paul?
I'm the one got my face kicked in.

And if he's in the station
getting worse for protecting us...

he's a better man than you.

So what is this group
that Edward's not a member of?

We're called the Mattachine Society.

Mattachine?

Our founder, Harry Hay, was a Marxist.

We have nothing to do with that now.

We fight police entrapment,
offer ways to connect.

We want to show the world
that we are the same as everyone else.

And until that day comes,
we keep underground,

so our members can gather
without fear of persecution.

And Edward?

He and I have a history.

Truth be told, he broke my heart.

But Paul's right.

We all took oaths
to protect the Mattachine.

Even Edward wouldn't compromise that.

We deny knowing him, you, all of it.

-You're cowards.
-We're survivors.

The first and only homophile organization
still standing.

I would like a packet
of Haymaker cigarettes, please.

Word is, you sell them
or know someone who does.

Let me see if we've got them.

Slim doesn't do retail

and if he sees you again,
he says it'll be a problem.

-Is this Slim's place?
-Hell, no.

It's just his center of gravity
these days.

Hm.

I was a waitress for years.

Bowing and scraping,
on my feet for hours, smile painted on...

but just because I take orders
doesn't mean I take orders.

It looked to me like you weren't too happy
taking orders from Slim.

I would be... really grateful

if you would tell me
who moves the Haymakers.

Haymakers are tip of the iceberg.

"In town short time. Looking for friends."

Oh, you sure are hungry
for a girl with a stomachache.

-It went away.
-Did it, now?

And what was making it hurt?

Sally's mom said
Vietnam's not our beeswax,

said Daddy shouldn't be there.

-Well, who cares what she says?
-I do.

It made me so mad,
I threw Sally's lunchbox in a tree.

A tree?

-Took me three times but I got it.
-Cadence.

Miss Henson made me sit out recess.

Good. Honey, your father's a patriot,
just doing as his country asks.

You pay her no mind.

Be easier if Daddy would write
to tell us he's okay.

I'm sure he has,
it just hasn't gotten here yet.

I know missing him makes you sad,

but you can't let Sally or anyone else
get under your skin like that--

Oops!

Sorry, Mommy. I wrecked it.

No, baby...

you cracked it wide open.

[Hailey] The thing is,
if they're so hush-hush

about everything, how did Edward
get attacked in his own apartment?

Well, I think they mistook him
for someone else.

A waitress at the diner called Cherry
told me there are two sides

to the operation, the dealers never mix
with the suppliers. They use a go-between.

'Left hand never knows the right'
type of thing.

Exactly. I think whoever beat up those men
thought they were the couriers.

So we look for the go-between?

Well, Cherry said they only ever
go to the diner

when there's a hand-off
but she's pretty sure some of the men

don't just meet at the cedar mill,
they work there too.

So we go back, see what we can find.

[knock at door]

-Hey, Sarge.
-[sighs]

-Cadence feeling better?
-Yes.

Now I'm the one with a sick stomach.

Found another ad,
same Caesar cipher as before.

"In town, short time.
Looking for friends. Box 302."

Another man looking for company.

Well, we've got to warn
them straight away.

-But we don't know how.
-We do.

I-- I didn't see it at first
'cause I was too close to the problem

but when you step back, see it as a whole,

you see this, this, this,

this, random letters in bold
and when I extracted them...

-Oh! You got an address.
-Yes, and a name,

Curtis Dresker, 134 Miller Ave.

So I applied...
my theory to the classifieds

where Edward posted his ad.

Same bold letters, only this time
they spell out

Edward's name and his address.

-So that's how they tracked him down.
-Agony column, indeed.

Someone is exposing the men
who place these ads

-and taking a lot of trouble to do so.
-This Curtis Dresker places an ad

then someone goes and tells
the world where to find him.

-We gotta go warn him.
-And I've got to go and see Edward.

Oh, uh...

-Give him this. It's just a few things.
-Iris. Thank you.

[knock at door]

[Iris] Mr. Dresker, Mr. Dresker!

[knocking] Mr. Dresker, are you there?

[jolts awake]

[gasps]

They were waiting in the shadows,

they shoved me inside
the second I got home.

My mother will flip her wig.

We're not telling her anything.

A friend was also attacked.

We just need some help
figuring out who would do this.

I never saw their faces.
They just kept coming at me, asking,

"Whose man are you?
Whose man are you?"

-Do you have any ideas?
-Well, the whole point is...

I'm nobody's man.

Has anyone asked you
to carry any packages to the cedar mill?

-Drugs? Cigarettes?
-No. I'm just home from USC.

Here for clean laundry, raid the fridge.

University of Southern California.
It's in Los Angeles.

So you don't use the local classifieds.

Not till I got here.

And I tell you,
I won't be back anytime soon.

Excuse me.

-They're lucky I wasn't here.
-You're lucky.

-These men obviously meant business.
-They could've killed him.

And for what?

For being who he is?

Loving whoever he does?

You said we gotta believe in each other.

I hope you'll still believe in me.

That's why there's good reason,
sometimes...

to keep things under wraps.

Visitor list says "Lawyer only".
It's right here in his file.

All right then. Who's his lawyer?

Ma'am, your cousin's charged
with conspiracy.

Not one attorney in the whole city's
gonna touch that hot potato.

Don't you worry,

Edward Harcourt's tucked up in his cell,
all safe and sound.

[keys jingle]

[man] Who do you work for?

-What gang are you with?
-[groans]

Who do you work for?

Communist conspiracy is the charge
the police use

when they have nothing else
on these gentlemen.

Stands to reason.

If you're a pervert,
you must be a traitor, right?

[Iris] The attack instructions
encoded in the classifieds,

to control that, you'd have to buy up
the whole page.

Or bribe a typesetter.

Hailey, you worked at the press a while.

Midnight repairs. Got to know
the classifieds typesetters.

One guy would accept a dollar
for prime placement.

-Might've done more.
-That's brilliant.

You see what he can tell you.
Millie and I will visit the mill tomorrow,

smoke out these drug dealers,
if you'll excuse the pun.

[man clears throat]

-[Iris] You'll be okay here?
-Yeah.

Good luck figuring this all out.

And thank you.

Take care.

[Jean] It's true, I couldn't fathom
a return to England now.

We've got two days
to fix this and help your cousin.

It's high time I did.

Growing up, we used to spend
every summer together.

He and I would have a whale of a time
but the other children, they...

they could see there was something
about him.

They used to call him Dandy Eddie.

I owe him this fight now.

Well, well,

the broken-down ladies.

Oh! Well, no longer, thanks to you.

A few treats to get
you through your night shift.

My friend here says
she'd still be stranded

if it weren't for the magic
you worked on her engine.

It's roast beef.

A-- and no offense, if you want
to share it here with Brutus.

I-- I'm sure he works very hard
to keep you safe.

-[scoffs] From seagulls, mostly.
-Oh, is that so?

Here's just the logs coming in
and the shingles shipping out.

Not quite.

The night we met,
m-- my-- my friend here was accosted.

What? Why didn't you say something?

Well, we went to the police
to find justice but they--

-they just want witnesses.
-Any hunches about the nearby...

riffraff?

Well, I don't know anything...

but I would start with a gander
over by shed 28.

But let me tell you,
they're worse than this dog here.

Well, you're the better man.

-We won't forget it.
-I wish you would. Ladies.

-About what you said yesterday...
-I was riled up and seeing red.

-And with good reason.
-All I can say is,

I don't see

a picket fence in my future.

But why do you have to say so?

So you're telling me to clam up?

I've seen my share of bigoted
and narrow-minded fools.

I can't hide the color of my skin,
but you?

No one needs to know this.

You think I'm ugly on the inside
and I should keep it that way.

-No--
-[bell rings]

Shift change.

-Better get a move on.
-Hailey...

[sighs]

[gulls wailing]

That's the dealer we gave the heroin to.

[Jean] He's taking something else.

Yes. From Bill bloody Bryce.

He's a cad and a liar
and, clearly, also a crook. [deep sigh]

-Mitch Bloom, as I live and breathe.
-Hailey Yarner! Ain't this a treat!

-Great to see you, old man.
-Hey, back at ya.

Uh, meet Iris, she's apprenticing.

Hello.

Good thing we caught you
before you started up.

You know Bing, in security?
Turns out he'd been poking around here,

pushed a few buttons and...

You give a guy a badge
and suddenly he's Dick Tracy,

solving problems that don't need fixing.

Bing's paying for this
out of his own pocket,

so he'd appreciate
if we keep it to ourselves.

Sure. Well, have at it.

You, uh...

-you don't want to see her in action?
-Not when I can see all this.

The reporters get all the credit

but no paper gets printed
without men like you.

Oh, you got that right.

Quite a feat, building the classifieds.

As many words as the rest
of the paper put together.

Hm!

Now, the ads are-- are mailed in
or dropped off.

-And me, I sort 'em into categories.
-Now, if they drop it off,

do they give an address?

Yeah, or a phone number, sure.
In case I got questions.

Quite a responsibility being keeper
of all that private information.

Well, maybe for your type.
Me, I'm on top of it.

Good. Otherwise it could pose
quite a problem,

if those personal details
got into the wrong hands.

Mm.

And if one's too bold,
it could give readers the wrong message.

What--

-What are you doing?
-Learning about your job, Mr. Bloom.

Are-- are you with them?

Come now. You're a smart man.

All right, listen.

You tell the Order Facherre
I-- I know how to do my job.

That was a one-time mistake.
I'm on top of it now.

Order Facherre.

Okay then.

You're not with them, are you?

-What the hell is your game, lady?
-All good!

Capital A was jammed.

-Everything good out here?
-That machine wasn't broken.

-So what's your racket, Yarner?
-Course it was.

All fixed now. See for yourself.

-I'm calling Bing.
-Be our guest.

Take care, Mitch.
Nice getting to know you.

Hailey.

Hailey, it's good news.
We got the name of the operation,

Order Facherre. It's something.
He's got something to hide.

And according to you, so do I.

You looked me dead in the eye,

told me I should cover up
everything about myself.

-Oh, Hailey, not everything. Just--
-Just everything that matters.

Hailey, Hailey, that stuff,
it doesn't matter.

And broadcasting it, it--
well, it only hurts you.

What kind of girl goes and does that?

Me.

I'm that kind of girl.

I see the girls who-- who marry a lie,
gussy themselves up,

get themselves a tidy little life.

Only, inside...

they die.

That what you want for me? Huh?

Sarge...

I'm...

I'm...

I like women.

In ways that I shouldn't,

but so much so, I stopped giving a damn.

And I know you're worried
about me saying it out loud,

worried the truth'll go
and wreck everything.

But not saying it...

that's wrecking me worse...

in a million different ways and I--

-Hailey...
-[both gasp]

-Hailey, girl, you all right?
-Yeah. You see who was driving that?

I did. Your old friend, Mitch.

I didn't even see the car.

And if Iris hadn't pushed us
out of the way, bam!

We'd have been creamed
right there in the street.

-Motherly instincts, nothing more.
-Well, thank heaven for that.

We're into deadly waters here.
Why would they want to attack you?

Well, maybe he didn't want to.
Maybe this Order Facherre was behind this.

[phone rings]

Hello?

Just saw the accident report. You okay?

It was no accident.

Olivia, what are the charges,
attempted murder?

That's the thing.

The report was on my desk.
I stepped away before filing it

and when I came back,

it had disappeared.

-So the police are covering this up.
-Yes. And you're getting in too deep.

If we stop now, Olivia, our friends
will be tossed out of the country and...

Edward Harcourt may well rot in prison.

Can Olivia get a message to Edward?
He might know about the Order Facherre.

-Can you get a message to Edward?
-Not a chance.

But you might.

[man] Your new lawyer is here.

Thank you, Officer.
If I might have some time with my client?

Bottom of the barrel, Harcourt.

You got two minutes.

Iris Bearden.

-I'm a friend of Millie's.
-You're no solicitor.

No... but you might say
I'm here representing your cousin.

She says to tell you,
she's sorry about Dandy Eddie.

She wants to make it up to you.

I heard some goss about deportation.

We're fighting on all fronts.

Now, we know
about the Mattachine Society...

how the three of you men were attacked.

-There's been three now?
-I need to know what you can tell me

about the Order Facherre.

-Some kind of city gang, a secret society.
-No idea.

You may not be the only one
wishing I knew.

A cop keeps trying to beat
the information out of me.

"What gang do you work for?
Who are you with?"

"What gang?" He asks that?

He wants to know
how I cracked their newspaper code.

The only code I know
is the one the Mattachine uses.

Why don't you just tell them
what you're about?

The whole point is that men are anonymous,
otherwise men would lose their jobs,

families...

lives. That's why I posted the ad
warning them.

That someone was using the papers
to target Mattachinos.

So figure out what the hell hornet's nest
I've gone and kicked.

And quick.

[clears throat]

These thugs
are in with this Order Facherre.

They keep pressuring your cousin
to tell them how he cracked their code.

My guess is two groups are using

the same cipher to pass
on their own secret information.

And maybe the wires got crossed.

I never saw any other ads

but then I was only looking
in the Help Wanted section.

-So we need to look for that second wire.
-Exactly.

[Jean] Don't read the obituaries.

It's been too long between letters.

Your husband's coming home.

He better.

Or I'll kill him.

I don't know what I'm looking for,
but I think I found it.

In the For Sale section.

-It's like the Mattachine cipher.
-There's another one here,

also in the For-Sale section.

What's it say?

"Ablemen for Haymaker."

Haymaker is code for heroin.
So ableman could be a drug courier.

Mitch did tell me that he made one mistake
in the typesetting.

So maybe he put the right cipher
in the wrong section.

This one says, "Cyclone set for Ableman."
Do you--

They've built their own lexicon.

So we need to go through their ads,
decipher them,

chart their lexicon
and then tease out the meanings.

Then use their words against them.

Two groups using the same cipher
and the weak one gets--

Lordy bleeding crackers!

Millie?

-How dare you?
-I have been looking for you everywhere.

Why don't you put that energy
into solving a crime

-instead of committing one?
-I'm no crooked cop.

We saw you at the cedar mill
with a drug dealer.

-I was giving intel to an undercover cop.
-You're one of them,

being paid off by the Order Facherre.

-You mean Audere Facere?
-Exactly. Don't deny it.

-I won't. They do pay me.
-I knew it!

Audere Facere is part
of our force's motto.

Audere est facere,
servire est defendere.

"To dare is to do, to defend is to serve."

We thought that some of you
were on the take, but we never dreamed

that the police were the actual source.

If the police are the Audere Facere
then who can we trust?

Me.

Hey, Mitch.

-Okay, look, look, I can explain--
-I ought to bust your face in.

-You tried to kill us.
-Well, I-- I didn't have a choice.

They would've killed me
if they found out I gave up their name.

One of your friends
lost your attempted homicide file.

But I'm not your friend.

I'll march a new file
straight to the judge.

-Or you tell us who we're looking for.
-I don't know.

Look. I get these calls,

for ads I was supposed to put
in the paper, no clue what they say,

I just place them as I'm told.

Only... this one time,
I put an ad in the wrong section.

-Help Wanted instead of For Sale?
-Yeah. Stupid mistake.

Nearly got me killed.

They said it exposed them
to another group, a rival gang,

I-- I don't know who and I doubt
they did either.

So they got you doing their dirty work.

Well, I know the addresses of the men
who posted,

so they had me do these crazy codes
over a whole page,

bolded letters, I had to typeset myself.

A message telling someone where to go
and make a little mayhem.

I swear, the typesetting's all I did
and all I know.

Well, you're gonna do more,

starting with placing another ad
in the paper for us.

-You think we can smoke 'em out?
-If they think there's a rival gang,

we'll be that gang.

[Paul] So it's one more ad in the paper.

Another nuisance you should ignore.

-Another honey trap.
-You couldn't save yourself.

Do you really think
you can save someone else?

Well, I can try.

Another innocent bachelor they lure out
so they can bash his teeth in?

-This is no way to protect men like us.
-Well, staying at home sure isn't either.

R-- Rusty!

[sighs]

[Millie] Ableman is a courier.

Haymaker is a pack of heroin.
Cyclone means the drop-off point.

Slim is the man who organizes it.

Then there's grenade, cloister. [groans]

Cherry helped out with a few of
the meanings, but there are still some

we haven't worked out yet.
What is horse? What's wild mouse?

Horse is...

heroin. Maybe-- maybe in a different form
than the Haymaker pack.

-Thanks for this, Archie.
-I've lost a few friends to the stuff.

I want this junk off the street,
same as you.

Well, if we've managed to bait
the Audere Facere,

convince them that we're the gang
they're after--

You're women.
They'll take one look at you--

And never see it coming.

Doesn't feel right, you ladies out front,
us fellows in the back.

-They'll come armed and looking to fight.
-Until they see a group of women,

then we'll tickle a confession
out of them and we're off to the races.

All right. The moment
your detective friend gets what he needs,

I'll flick the door light.

We'll wrap it up and Bryce
can walk the evidence to his Police Chief.

All done. We're ready.

I'll stay out, so no one else gets in.

Carl...

I thought we were coming to take down
some rival boys.

[Hailey] We offered up that funfest
to get your attention.

-Looks like it worked.
-Carl Feenie, I get.

Always figured he was a cop on the take.
But...

Webb? I work alongside him in Homicide.

Ain't you the lawyer?

Chasing ambulances...

and police cars.

-This is some kind of joke.
-No joke.

Just business.

-With you?
-[Hailey] We're representatives.

You know,

like Tupperware girls.

Let's get down to it.

-[man] You were at the mill.
-[Millie] We were.

-Part of a giant misunderstanding.
-Misunderstanding?

I could've broken you in half.

You two were with that commie pervert
when I arrested him.

He's her cousin, and a good man.

He runs the drugs for Slim, just like us.

It all makes sense now.
You, your cousin, these broads...

you're all in league.

-You bet we are.
-Now, that's gumption.

-No one ever expects a skirt.
-That's why Slim hired us.

We're not your competition.

We're part of the same game.

Like you said,
no one ever expects a skirt.

You've been going after your own mules
all because of a misunderstanding.

And we want the beatings to stop.

Slim never said anything
about expanding the horse crew.

[Millie] Slim had us deliver the heroin
from the coiled code.

Why don't we get Slim
on the phone? Get his take on this.

It's in need of tuning,

don't you think?

-And Slim taught you the code?
-Of course.

Haymakers is the code for heroin.

-And we're the able men.
-Now we're on the same page,

-let's talk about how we can best serve--
-What's wild mouse?

Sorry?

I don't know you from Adam, lady,
any of you,

except for you claim
to know the inside track.

You tell me what wild mouse is...

we talk.

If you have to ask,
I'm not sure you should know.

Wild mouse...

or we blow this up.

It's not a what, it's a where.

Shed 42, where you and I first met.

We've run heroin through the sawmill
for years and have eyes on Oakland.

We don't work with our competition,

we eliminate it.

Now, we'll rely on you
to keep an ear to the ground.

You hear about anyone
making a run for our trade,

we'll wipe 'em out.

[Millie] Slim will be happy about that.

Any slip-up, and you'll be
on a slow boat to Blighty.

You want your cousin outta jail
and out of a casket,

you'll tell Slim to get in touch
to confirm this arrangement.

[light switch clicks]

You got that?

We will relay that to him.

[man] Figured you'd learned your lesson.

It's time we put you down for good.

Look what I found sniffing around.

-What the hell is this?
-I-- I don't know anything.

He's got no clue.

Then we've got a problem.

Carl!

You're gonna want to put that down.

-Nobody moves!
-We've been had. Damn broads.

Bill Bryce...

you shouldn't be a hero.

[groans]

Iris! Take this!

Sarge!

[Hailey coughing and choking]

Get off her. Now!

Hand it over, or you're gonna regret it.

-You stay right there.
-What're you gonna do, faggot?

Shoot me?

Yup.

Oh, God...

We have to get you out of here.

I tell you what...

next time you want to invite me
to join your activities...

how about we make it croquet?

[Millie laughs]

[Millie gasps]

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

[yells]

-Oh, I'm so sorry! Sorry, Eddie.
-[chuckles] No. Not to worry.

How did you do it?

I had some help...

including your friend, Rusty.

I think he's rather fond of you.

Come on. Let's get you home.

There's somewhere I need to go first.

And seeing those officers behind bars

means a few good strides
for our community.

For our rights.

May we all have the courage
that Rusty has shown.

To Rusty.

My hero.

Mommy, it's a letter!

Wow, slow down there, Cadence.

-Mommy, I knew he'd write. Didn't I say?
-You did.

Now, go run and get the buns.

[Marcus] "Iris of my eye...

You're how I see the world.

I have so much to tell you.

Negotiations are poor.

President Diem announced
a new constitution

that lets him suspend
all manner of civil rights."

Is she what you expected?

She isn't.

But we are who we are.

We love who we love.

Tomorrow, I'll get back
to working on that machine of yours.

Of ours.

We're in it together.

-[Cadence] Oops!
-Oh! I got it.

[Marcus] "But fighting
for civility, equality,

folks here hold onto that."

-Thank you, Archie.
-What, for today?

For everything.

You were great, Archie.

Truth be told, I kind of enjoyed myself.

And you wear it well.

[Jean chuckles]

-Jean...
-[Marcus] "One bright spot,

a cat I call Chairman Meow

sleeps in my quarters, or I'm in his,
since it's not my country."

Oh, Olivia, thank you so much.

I couldn't have done what Iris and Hailey
did for you,

but I'm glad you're free
to leave whenever you want.

Only I hope we don't have to.

-How's Detective Bryce?
-Stable and improving.

He'll be ready for visitors
in a couple of days.

Well, that should give us
some breathing space.

And time to go and see
the Redwood Forest.

[imitating accent] "Oh, Detective Greene.

We're only here to see
the Redwood Forest."

[Marcus] "We find friends
in the strangest places...

[Iris reads aloud] ...solace that gets us
through the loneliest day,

the deepest struggle.

The worst, of course...

is being away from you all.

My love to Dennis and Cadence.

I pray you're tucked in cozy,

on the safe side of the world.

Your loving husband...

Marcus."

♪ ...And linger
With our screams and laughter ♪

♪ Seal your lips with mine ♪