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[Les Brown
singing "Leap Frog"]

[cheering]

[music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

If old FDR could have squeezed
out another couple of weeks

he'd have seen this war end.

Yeah, and my stint's
gonna end here

if McDuff gets a gander at this.

I can't make heads
or tails out of this story.

Alright, Birdie,
let me see it.

Do you mind? I mean,
it's alright there, Lo, just--

[Lo]
'Highlight these good details.'

Allied troops celebrating,
dancing polkas.

And use active verbs.

This is breaking news, not
your grandma's knitting circle.

I see him, Birdie.
Almost done.

Birdsol! Our boys
are finally coming home.

Uh, looks like it, sir.

Well, this war's bound
to have made some heroes.

Philadelphia needs
to read about hers.

- Features, Mr. McDuff?
- Fast as you can write 'em.

The first one's on its way.

Well, if that's as good
as your last few

we'll need to save room
above the fold.

How about me, Mr. McDuff?

[McDuff]
'Oh, uh..'

- Crumb cakes.
- Excuse me?

I wanna hear what kind
of victory vittles the ladies

are baking for the soldiers
coming home from the war.

Red, white and blue
Jell-O gelatin.

That's a story
gals will go dizzy for.

I like your spirit. So, what
do you say, Miss Kinney?

- You think you can manage that?
- Sure, I can write that.

And then maybe something
on this United Nations idea?

You know, Mrs. R was saying
it might

put an end to these big wars
and I was--

Pipe down, sugar,
you hardly have time as it is.

You know the rule.
6 o'clock. Ladies out.

[train whistle blows]

[no audio]

[melancholic music]

[music continues]

Uh, is it true?

- Jeffries got demoted?
- Disciplined.

The bosses have put him
on desk duty.

- For how long?
- Undetermined.

Well, that's gonna
make him nuts.

Doesn't help that
his birthday's this week.

Oh, right.
Double whammy.

Whatever you do,
don't mention it to him.

He was very clear.
No cake, no presents.

- I got it.
- 'Lieutenant?'

- Detective. Looking for you.
- Hey, Tommy.

Will Jeffries has some
right hook, huh?

Off the record,
that guy had it coming.

Rumor is your paper's
going out of business.

Yeah, I guess everyone's
getting their news online now.

Me? I'm still terrified
of e-mail.

- Newsroom's clearing out, huh?
- 'Yeah, place is like a tomb.'

I, uh, was going
through the archives

before they trash everything.

I found something
that might interest you.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

You guys know
about the"Sentinel's"ghost?

- Lo Kinney?
- Yeah, I've heard tell.

Uh, old-time reporter
that got killed, right?

While most lady reporters
were writing about casseroles

she traveled the world
with Eleanor Roosevelt.

A gal ahead of her time.

Death's on the books
as a purse snatching gone bad

but the lore is
it was more than that.

Something in the archives
back that up?

In a box of her old files,
I found a note

dated the day she died.

Saying what?

"Lawndale Station.
10:00 p.m.

This will not stand."

Lawndale Station significant?

[Tommy]
'It's where she was killed.'

Hit by the 10:00 p.m. train.

[theme music]

[Valens]
'Hey!'

It's the birthday boy.

Just stepped right in it,
didn't you?

It's a bummer
about the desk duty.

But, uh, this will get
your mind off it.

- I hooked you up.
- Hooked me up for what?

Tickets to Lena's show.

Wednesday night.

Did I not tell you
to ignore my birthday?

I read between the lines.

[Rush]
'Good morning.'

- What do we got?
- Lorena Kinney.

Hit by a train
at Lawndale Station, 1945.

"Agony aunt?"

Yeah, what they used to call
advice columnists.

Lorena was the "Dear, Abby"
of the "Sentinel."

Purse strap was found
with the body, but no purse?

Looked like she resisted
a robbery, things got violent.

But this note
found in her files

suggests Lo was meeting
someone there.

[Jeffries]
'"Lawndale Station. 10:00 p.m.
This will not stand."'

Someone was threatening Lo.
She goes to meet them..

Things get heated, she gets
pitched under the train.

Makes the author
of the note the doer.

There are three more boxes
of her files

at the "Sentinel."
I'll start digging.

And I'll, uh, visit
the last to see.

It's afellow reporter,
Davis Birdsol.

And I'll be at my desk.

[Birdsol]
'Lo Kinney.'

She was a crackerjack news gal.

Our girl on the scene
during the FDR years.

I thought she was
a gossip columnist.

- Advice.
- 'Yeah, well, that was later.'

You see, Eleanor Roosevelt
championed lady reporters.

But when FDR died, gals
got sent back to the minors.

So Lo's demoted,
now she's an agony aunt.

Ten-cent reporter
in a five-cent job.

[Vera]
'We're looking back
into her death'

thinking maybe it wasn't
just a purse snatching.

- No kidding?
- 'Yeah.'

We think she might
have been meetin'

someone at the station
that night.

Uh, any ideas who?

Ladies were kicked out
of the newsroom at 6 o'clock.

I don't know what
she did with her evenings.

She didn't have a guy?

A firecracker like Lo wasn't
dating material in the 40s.

Did she have any enemies
at the "Sentinel?"

Someone who hated her enough
to shove her onto the tracks?

You kind of knew it would
all end in tears with Lo.

It was just too dangerous

to stick a wild bird
like her in the hen house.

[Johnny Mercer singing
"Accentuate The Positive"]

♪You got to accentuate
the positive ♪

♪ Eliminate the negative ♪

♪ And latch on ♪

So what's the breaking news
in the hen house?

"Dear, Lo,
in a real pickle here.

"Will a polka-dot frock

'or a flower-print dress
turn my Jack's head?"'

"Dear, In A Pickle.

"You wanna turn your Jack's
head, say boo to the frock

and show him
the birthday suit."

[Lo chuckles]

That gal's asking you
a serious question, Lo.

Serious?
What Truman's gonna do

about the Japanese,
that's serious.

Women don't wanna be bothered
with war talk.

'Cause meat pies and nylons
are so much more interesting.

[male #1]
'Hi, Miss Russell.'

You got that newly-wed survey
going to, uh..

...Martha Body on Spruce?

[Birdsol]
'Think that last paragraph's
too much, Lo?'

[chuckles]
Kind of a laugh.

You giving romantic advice.

Oh, really? Why's that?

What do you know about it?

- You're a childless, old maid.
- Take a powder, Helen.

Women all over this city live
by the advice in "Dear, Lo."

Well, they shouldn't.

Women's page is good for
wrapping fish, and nothing more.

[scoffs]
You blow in, steal my job..

...then act like you've got
something better to do?

Your job?

I should have gotten
that column.

I know what women care about.

Soon as McDuff gives me
a real beat

the "Dear, Lo" column
is all yours.

All fixed up, Birdie.

♪ Don't mess with
Mister In-Between ♪

Those two fought
like alley cats.

And Helen had some toys
in the attic?

Had some crack-ups
over the years.

Spent time
in mental hospitals.

Was she loopy enough
to try and hurt Lo?

She did benefit from her dying.

Yeah? How?

With Lo gone,
Helen got that column.

She's still writing it.

[Miller]
'So you took over Lo's column.'

Changed "Dear, Lo" to "Hey,
Helen," and the rest is history.

We hear you had a few bumps
along the way.

Uh, an altercation
on a city bus.

Misunderstanding.

[Miller]
'Hospital stay
after disrupting a wedding.'

Locked the bride
in the choir room

and walked down
the aisle yourself?

She wasn't really right for him.

We were wondering if,
in one of these colorful periods

you did something to Lo.

Like shove her
in front of a train?

Like that, yeah.

We know you wanted
that column pretty bad.

You girls are lucky.

You have no idea what it's
like with a ceiling above you

blocking how far you can rise.

Not much room for women
at the paper?

Hardly room for one,
much less two.

So for you to succeed,
Lo had to go.

Look, I'm a crazy, old broad.
I admit it.

But Lo was making enemies
more dangerous than me.

[Miller]
'How's that?'

She was offering some pretty
progressive advice

'in that column.'

- And that got her in trouble?
- 'Sure did.'

The hen house
became a hornet's nest

after some of her ideas
hit the street.

[Tommy Dorsey
singing "Opus One"]

[keys clacking]

[male #2]
'Lo Kinney?'

That's me.

Hey, where do you get off
telling my wife to..

"Beat feet if your dogface
came home from the war

more interested in his buddies
than his bride."

I gave that advice
to a girl who wrote in

saying her husband
stopped coming home nights.

And when he did, he was always
stinkin'. That's where.

Man can't come home
from the front and blow off

a little steam, is that it?

[Lo]
'Not when he's got a family
to think of.'

Carousing, blowing
your service benefits

liquoring up?

'The 52-20 Club
is for layabouts, mister'

and it's making your wife
nutso with worry.

You got no idea about my life.

- What I been through.
- I know what your wife wrote.

And you think that's worth
throwing away what we got?

For cryin' out loud, lady,
you..

You married?

Haven't had time.
Haven't missed it.

[male #2]
'So you don't really
know what you're talking about'

having been left on the shelf
past expiration yourself.

- She is over 30.
- Shut your pie hole, Helen.

And you sure as heck
ain't never been to war.

Wives and soldiers don't
have any lock on common sense.

I oughta put a crimp in you.

You're not the first one
to threaten it.

Yeah, well..

Maybe I'll be the last.

I enjoyed it.

I did.

Especially that
"left on the shelf" business.

Did Lo get a lot
of angry visitors?

And she usually mouthed
right back

but this one rattled her.

Seemed to scare her.

[Miller]
'Any chance
you remember his name?'

Save us trying to match
that story to the sender?

Lo got a lot of letters.

No. It's the stories
that stick, not their names.

Sorry.

[Miller]
'"Dear, Lo, my husband
says frosted foods'

"are for single gals
and stumblebums.

Who's right?
Signed, a Busy Bee."

I guess that makes me
a stumblebum.

Single gal.

Hey, man,
you're making me nervous.

Why don't you sit down?

'Cause my ass
has been planted all day.

Growing roots in that seat.

Maybe box number three
is the lucky one.

Hey, I think I got it.

- Yeah?
- "June 1st, 1945."

"My soldier's been home three
months but something's wrong.

"He's out till all hours
always soused

and doesn't want word one
with me."

It sounds right.
Who signed it?

- "Should I Scram?"
- That ain't helpful.

Return address on the envelope.

"Mrs. Arthur Pool,
Gildar Street."

Gildar's in Fox Chase.

Train station out there..

...Lawndale.

So, maybe this Arthur
lures our girl

out to his local train stop.

Just in time to meet
the 10 p.m. express.

[male #3]
'Arthur Pool was my father.'

He just passed away.

I'm sorry.

We're sitting shiva for him.

We're here about a homicide.
Your dad knew our victim.

[sighs]
Well, he obviously
can't help you.

Her name was Lorena Kinney.

Your mom wrote to her
for advice, back in '45.

Which ticked your dad off
pretty good.

My dad did not kill Lo.

- So you knew her?
- I met her in this house.

Really? 'Cause we heard
she and your dad

went toe-to-toe
in the newsroom.

She came here the next day,
and that's when she met Noah.

- Who's that?
- My uncle.

[Valens]
'He live with you?'

Lucky for me.

He was my real father figure.

'Cause your dad came home
from the war in rough shape?

Right.

Noah taught me
how to be a kid.

Shoot marbles

ask out a girl,
drive.

Nice.

What was Lo's relationship
with Noah?

[chuckles]

Love...at first sight.

[Peggy Lee singing "I Don't
Know Enough About You"]

I'm here to apologize,
I guess.

A good reporter's got to hear
both sides of a story.

You willing to tell it?

Look, uh, I love my wife.

But the things I seen and..

...and done in this war..

...those memories gotta
stay out of this house.

Daddy, me and Uncle Noah saw
"Pinocchio"and got marbles.

That's nice, Davey.

Now, don't go interrupting
the grown-ups, you hear?

♪ But baby I'm confused ♪

Oh, we play later, David.
What do you say, hmm?

It will be our secret.

Noah, this is, uh, Lo Kinney.

'The advice lady
I was moaning about.'

- Pleased to meet you.
- Likewise.

I am a fan of your column,
"Dear, Lo."

- Now, that's bunk.
- No, it's true.

A month ago, a woman asks
what type of curtains you use

and you tell her, none,
so you can see the sky.

Quite a memory you got.

Especially since I was shoveling
it pretty hard, quite frankly.

Oh, you strike me
as the type of woman

to whom the truth..

...is everything.

♪ You know I went to school ♪

Haven't lived long
in Philadelphia?

Uh, Noah's from, uh, Holland.

- 'Swal..'
- 'Swalmen.'

And she doesn't care
to hear about me.

Sure. Sure, I do.

♪ I know a little bit ♪

I mean,
that-that's what I do.

I listen to people.

Uh, turns out, uh,
Noah and I are third cousins.

He made it out of Europe right
when it was getting real bad.

How did you swing that?

During the war, um,
things are confusing.

Um, I escaped
and made to Switzerland.

He got out of that camp,
Auschwitz.

Is that right?

- I hear it was horrible.
- Yes.

Now, that's a story
people should hear.

[sighs]

What if I tell you
other stories?

What if you tell me
all your stories?

Maybe I will.

♪ But I don't know
enough about you ♪

So Lo was your uncle's girl.

Um, lady friend was his term.

Oh, so much for Helen's
old maid theory.

Is Noah here now?

He was, but this time of day,
he's home.

Painting up a storm.

Noah Pool?

'Detectives Miller and Vera.'

Hmm, come on in.

I don't get many visitors here.

Dark stuff.

Maybe that's why no visitors.

Mr. Pool, we're here
about Lorena Kinney.

Yeah, David said you were
looking into her death.

You think it wasn't an accident?

Maybe not.

That's awful.

[Vera]
'We heard you two were an item.'

[chuckles]
From the moment we met.

But there's no mention of you

in the police report
when she died.

I didn't come forward.

- It's kind of strange.
- I was illegal.

I wasn't even supposed to exist.

And you were worried the cops
were gonna send you back?

They would have,
and I had nothing to go back to.

Family, friends, all dead.

[Miller]
'Right before her death,
Lo received a note'

saying,
"This will not stand."

And setting up a meet
at the train station.

Where she was killed.

You didn't write it, did you?

[Noah]
'No.'

Lo was my second chance
after so much darkness.

'I came here to start over,
and there she was.'

Light.

[sighs]

When she died though, that..

...light went out for good.

Can you think of anyone who
could have written that to her?

Yes.

One person.

[bell rings]

[both chuckles]

Cotton candy.

- Oh!
- Pretty good, huh?

[chuckles]

- That is so sweet.
- Ha ha. The war's almost over.

We're starting
to get sugar again.

It's nice, this place.

'Seeing the sky.'

For a long time, I see it
only through barbed wire.

Must have felt like
the world was ending.

Oh, it was ending.

Will you ever go back
to Holland?

- Why would I?
- Family, your childhood home.

No, there's nothing there.

Not even me.

Whoever I thought I was

I left that person behind.

I think I know the feeling.

Noah.

You're here now.

When they came for us..

...they put us on trains.

That is the last time
I saw my mother..

...my sisters..

...and I got separated
from my father at the camp.

I never saw them again.

- How long were you there?
- Three years.

I lived because I could paint.

The guards liked that.

What did they like about it?

I painted their portraits.

For hours..

...I'd look at their faces.

These men who kill my family.

And painted them.

Oh, Noah.

It's nice to see the sky.

What do you say
we take a picture?

[chuckles]
What?

Uh, wait.

To remember today, forever.
Come on.

[chuckles]

[clears throat]

[chuckles]

[chuckles]
You're, uh..

You're hard to pin down.

What?

You are like a wild bird.

You want to flit.

Fly.

- I'm just an everyday gal.
- No.

That's what's good.

You're good.

What's going on here?

Birdie, were you following me?

You're just throwing it
all away.

Is that it?

It's not what you think, Birdie.

[Birdsol]
'Well, the hell
with you then, Lo.'

The hell with you!

[sighs]
I have to go to him.

- No, Lo, wait.
- I'm sorry.

I have to go.

Lo and Birdie
had some history?

She always said they were
just pals from work.

What he told us too.

[scoffs]
I don't know any pals
that act like that.

Firecracker like Lo
wasn't dating material?

'Isn't that what you said,
Birdie?'

Yes.

So what's with you following
her to Victory Park?

Throwing a jealous fit
when you find her with Noah?

Now, that wasn't what
it seemed.

Seems like you were sick
in love with her.

That's not what I was after.

Then what?

I needed her help
right then.

With?

I had a story due.

And Lo had been writing them
for me.

Lo wrote your articles?

'When it started out,
she just edited me.'

But down the line,
I'd go to her under pressure.

She could whip up a story
in no time.

And you couldn't?

I was a five-cent reporter
in a ten-cent job.

And Lo was covering for you.

I had a byline, no stories.

But Lo had a million stories.

But no byline.

I had promised McDuff
a feature on a man

who survived
the worst in Europe

who was rebuilding
his life here.

A story on Noah.

Problem was Lo
was supposed to be reporting.

Not mooning around,
falling in love.

[The Mills Brothers
singing "You Always Hurt
The One You Love"]

♪ You always hurt ♪

♪ The one you love ♪

You had no right acting the way
you did in the park. No right!

You promised me that
front-page story this morning.

McDuff has been breathing
down my neck all day.

Birdie, you've got a brain
and ten fingers.

And even if you only use
two of 'em to type

nothing's stopping you
from doing your own reporting.

So you backing out
of the story, is that it?

No, I-I just, I..

I need more time.

You need more time 'cause
you're falling for this fella.

I certainly am not.

Well, I hope you know what
you're getting yourself into.

♪ ...break the kindest heart ♪

What do you mean by that?

Well, you're the one who said
his story doesn't add up.

Him escaping through
Switzerland, for starters.

People got out
however they could.

The Swiss borders were tight,
especially for Jews.

You told me that. And what
about being in that camp?

All the prisoners got tattoos
on their arms.

You said you were gonna check
if he had one.

- I never looked.
- Why not?

You're too good
a reporter for this, Lo.

Look who's talking, buster.

Back when you cared
about this story

'you asked me to track
someone down from his hometown.'

Remember?

Well, I did.

Her name is Johanna Hoffman
from Swalmen, Holland.

Birdie, I need that story
on the double.

You want the truth about Noah?

The real truth?

Ask her.

♪ ...your heart
it's because ♪

♪ I love you most of all ♪

[Vera]
'Did Lo ever follow-up
with this woman?'

Never said.

But the kind of reporter
she was

I can't imagine she didn't.

And then she was dead.

I found this mystery woman,
Johanna Hoffman.

- Oh, she still around?
- Lives up in New York.

And get this.
Relocated in July of '45.

About the same time Lo died.

[Valens]
'Well, not about.
Exactly.'

And closed her bank account,
July 17th.

Paper trail in Philly
goes cold after that.

So Johanna disappears
and Lo winds up dead, same day.

Hmm. Lo must have gone
to find her.

And something went bad.

Looks like someone's
heading to New York.

Uh, there's a big..

[clears throat]
...poker game
at my brother's tonight, so..

It's Wednesday.
Veronica's ballet class.

Don't look at me.
I'm planted.

I guess that leaves me.

'On my way, boss.'

Uh, you're covering those phones
like a champ, Will.

Yeah, 61 years old.

Getting punished
like a schoolboy.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe time to go out.

Maybe.

No reason to keep it up.

Dealing with crummy people
who lie to you all day.

Dog's life.

Hmm. Most guys are out by 50.

Yeah.

I tried taking a vacation once.

Yeah?

Drove to Myrtle Beach,
ten hours.

Uh, beautiful golf courses,
shoreline.

And I...didn't know
what to do with myself.

So I drove back.

I can't retire. I'd go nuts.

I don't know how to not work.

I used to think I only did this
job because I was good at it.

But I keep doing it.

I think it's what
we actually like doing, Will.

Crummy people and all.

Well, come on in here.

I gotta watch the phones.

Uh, you can hear 'em
from here.

Happy birthday, Will.

[instrumental music]

[Rush]
'Thank you for seeing me,
Johanna.'

Coming all the way
from Philadelphia.

It must be important.

It is.

It's about a murder in 1945.

Who was killed?

A reporter. Lorena Kinney.

Lo Kinney was murdered?

Pushed in front of a train.

The same night
you left Philly.

[gasps]
I never knew.

But you knew Lo?

I met her...once.

- I wish I never had.
- Why is that?

Because what she told me..

...haunted me..

...the rest of my life.

[kettle whistling]

I'm writing a story about
someone from your hometown.

From Swalmen?

Who?

Noah Pool.

Noah.

You know him?

We lived on same street
since childhood.

Is that right?

His sisters and I,
we played every day.

Noah too.

So strong.

But also, so...gentle.

Yes.

He is very gentle.

- Is?
- I know him.

- He lives here in Philadelphia.
- That is impossible.

He'll be pleased to know someone
from Swalmen is also here.

Noah is dead.

What?

He was killed in Auschwitz.

You must be mistaken.

He survived longer than
the others, painting portraits.

But when there are
no more to paint..

I, uh,
I have a photo of him.

'This is Noah Pool.'

No.

Then who?

That is Anton.

Anton?

A guard.

Are you sure?

He gave me this.

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

I left Philadelphia that day.

'Knowing he was there.'

I've never been back.

So Lo was in love with a Nazi.

[Valens]
'Sit down.'

So we're looking for your uncle.

Must be at his studio.

- No, he cleared out.
- Where would he go?

That's what I need to know.

The man you thought
was your Uncle Noah..

... he's someone else.

[laughs]
What do you mean?

His real name's Anton Bikker.

And he collaborated
with the Germans.

What do you think
you're saying to me?

I know how you feel about him,
and how he helped bring you up.

- That's right!
- But people can lie, David.

Trick you,
and be real good at it.

I've known him my whole life.

He's been lying that long.

And now he's running,
and we gotta find him.

It can't be true.

Noah played with me,
taught me things.

Took me to the movies.

The real Noah..

...died in a camp

'where Anton was a guard.'

We, uh..

We found a woman

who knew 'em both.

Sixty years later.

Maybe a mistake.

Just can't see making
a mistake about that.

Can you?

Johanna Hoffman
told Lo the truth.

Johanna Hoffman?

Oh, you know the name?

From the last time I saw Lo.

[keys clacking]

You were going to meet us
in the park.

Ah! Oh, my,
you're absolutely right.

Where's my head? I-I lost
track of time. Silly me.

Uncle Noah said cotton candy
is your favorite.

It is.

Ah! Thank you.

What are you working on
that you forget us?

- Ah, just my column.
- Ah!

More questions
about, uh, recipes?

No. No, not today.

Lo.

What is wrong?

This one's hard.

Why? What is it about?

A woman..

...who thought
she was in love

but the man she fell for
wasn't who she thought he was.

If she loves him..

...maybe who he is, is okay.

No, this fella is smart,
and handsome, and kind.

And for a while,
she thought he hung the moon.

- Did he hurt her?
- Not her.

Then what is the problem?

If there is love
between two people..

...nothing else matters.

The problem is things
he's done in the past.

How can she believe them..

...if for her,
he hangs the moon?

Miss Kinney,
you have that letter?

Oh, yes, yes.

It's here.

Going to Miss Johanna Hoffman
on Pine?

Yes.

So Lo didn't receive that note.

She wrote it to Johanna.

Sent it the day she died.

But Johanna had left Philly
for good.

So it went back to Lo.

[Valens]
'Did your, um..'

...uncle..

...see this letter?

[sighs]

No.

But I told him what it said.

Anton stood by while
your real uncle was killed.

And when Lo Kinney
found out about his lies..

...he killed her too.

I always wondered why
he stopped talking about her.

Where is he?

Tell us..

...for Noah.

[plane whirring]

[Stillman]
Anton.

'Anton Bikker.'

Where you going, Anton?

Why do you call me that?

Where do you think
you can run to now?

Uh, my name is Noah Pool.

Noah Pool's dead.

Talk to David, my nephew.

- He'll tell you.
- 'We did talk to him.'

Told him how you took
his uncle's name

to hide what you did
during the war.

Oh, he wouldn't believe that.

Then how do you think
we found you?

He was disgusted by you,
just like Lo.

Lo saw who I was and loved me.

[Rush]
'No.'

When she knew the truth,
she gave up on you.

No, she was confused.

Heartbroken.

But she was gonna do
the right thing.

[Stillman]
'Expose you.'

"This will not stand."

I am better than the worst
thing I ever did.

I have to be able
to go on now.

To live.

'I..'

That's asking too much.

She knew me. She should have
been able to understand.

What you did,
no one can understand.

If she had let herself love me..

...it all would have been okay.

[chuckles]

[thundering]

[instrumental music]

[floorboard creaking]

You were expecting Johanna.

Why?

I wanted to show her
a story I wrote.

A story?

A story about what?

A Nazi..

...who pretended to be a Jew.

[thundering]

Did you know that when
the camps were finally liberated

the soldiers pushed
empty baby carriages

out the front gate,
five at a time?

Why are you telling me this?

People watching said it took
an hour for them all to pass by.

And you believe this woman
more than you believe me?

Tell me your name.

Don't play games, Lo.

Tell me your name.

[train whistle blows]

Johanna saw the photo.

The one we took together
in the park.

[sobbing]
How could you?

I am not a monster.

Did you kill Noah Pool,
or just watch him die?

I watched him paint.

Hour upon hour

just the two of us.

Talking about his family
in America.

About a nephew, David.

How he wanted to meet them
one day.

And poetry,
and music, and art.

And in those hours, I saw.

Saw?

He was a man..

...better than I.

Forgive me.

[bell ringing]

No one can forgive you.

You can.

Because you loved me.

- With you, I was free.
- You're wrong.

That day in the park,
you understood.

[Lo]
No, I didn't.
Now let me go.

You know me
better than anyone.

Noah Pool is dead, and
everything I know is a lie!

How we feel about each other

that is not a lie.

I love you,
and I know you love me.

No, Anton, no.

I loved Noah.

[train horn blaring]

[train chugging]

[panting]

♪ Hide your heart from sight ♪

♪ Lock your dreams at night ♪

♪ It could happen to you ♪

♪ Don't count stars ♪

♪ Or you might stumble ♪

♪ Someone drops a sigh ♪

♪ And down you tumble ♪

♪ Keep an eye on spring ♪

♪ Run when church bells ring ♪

♪ It could happen to you ♪

♪ All I did was wonder ♪

♪ How your arms would be ♪

♪ And it happened to me ♪

♪ Keep an eye on spring ♪

♪ Run when church bells ring ♪

♪ It could happen to you ♪

♪ All I did was wonder ♪

♪ How your arms would be ♪

♪ And it happened to me ♪

[Rush]
Stay tuned for scenes
from our next episode.

[theme music]