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Previously...

That 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 would run off screaming.

It's like miniature ticker-tape.

It's some kind of code.

And no drugs?

None that you'd smoke.

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.

My cousin, Edward, is innocent.

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

A communist?

Oh! 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?

Olivia!

What are you doing here?

I've been trying to phone you.

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.

Oh, 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?

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.

Oh...

Hello?

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.

Jean!

I'm so sorry they put you through this.

It's over now.

Short of my favourite 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.

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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?

- Oh!
- 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's family, Bill.

Go to hell.

Come on, Jean!

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

Oh, 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.

But instead the poor
man was chased down and beaten

in a case of mistaken identity.

We know Hailey found a code...

...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 base-camp.

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.

Oh, no, I'm Big Man today.

New placards.

Ah. "Whose city? Our city."

Denny, I love it.

Hello there.

Mom, this is Miriam.

Uh, pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Bearden.

Dennis has told me so much about you.

Uh, "press on."

- That's what Dr. King said.
- Hmm.

"And keep on pressing.

If you can't fly, run."

"If you can't run, walk."

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

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-defence only.

Watch this.

Three knuckles to the sternum...

takes a man down every time.

Yeah?

And pressing on.

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

- Um...
- Oh, thanks.

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 will work again.

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.

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.

Hmm.

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

Another code.

Why can't you just tell the truth?

If we stand up to the police,

we show our true colours,

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 centre of gravity
these days.

Mm.

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 stomach ache.

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.

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

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.

Hey, Sarge.

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 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...

Ooh! 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.

Mr Dresker. Mr. Dresker!

Mr. Dresker, are you there?

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.

Who do you work for?

What gang are you with?

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?

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.

You'll be okay here?

Yeah.

Good luck figuring this all out.

And thank you.

Take care.

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 good 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.

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. And
no offence if you want

to share it here with Brutus.

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

From seagulls, mostly.

Oh, is that so?

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

No, not quite.

The night we met, my
friend here was accosted.

What?

- Why didn't you say something?
- Well, we went to the police

to find justice, but they, uh...

they just want witnesses.

Any hunches about the nearby riff-raff?

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 colour 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!

Shift change.

Better get a move on.

Hailey.

Oh.

That's the dealer we gave the heroin to.

He's taking something else.

Yes.

From Bill bloody Bryce!

He's a cad and a liar,

and, clearly, also a crook.

Mitch Bloom, as I live and breathe.

Hailey Yarner!

Ain't this a treat!

Great to see you, old man.

Hey, back atcha.

Uh, meet Iris, she's... apprenticing.

Oh.

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, uh...

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?

Oh, 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.

Hmm!

Now, the ads 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, uh, I'm on top of it.

Good. Otherwise it could
pose quite a problem,

if those personal details
got into the wrong hands.

Mm-hmm.

And if...

one's too bold...

it could give readers the wrong message.

What are...

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 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!

Oh!

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 is behind this.

Hello?

Just saw the accident report.
Are 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'll 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.

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

that 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!

Ahem.

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.

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.

Like the Mattachine cipher.

There's another one here,

also in the "For Sale" section.

What's it say?

"Ablemen

for Haymaker."

Hmm.

"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."

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.

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'd 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.

Oh, I know the addresses
of the men who posted...

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.

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!

Rusty!

"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"...

Ooh.

Cherry helped out
with a few of the meanings,

but there's still some
we haven't worked out yet.

What is "horse"?

What's "wild mouse"?

Horse is...

heroin.

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 then 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.

We offered up that fun-fest

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?

We're representatives.

You know...

like Tupperware girls.

Let's get down to it.

You were at the mill.

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.

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.

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.

You got that?

We will relay that to him.

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. You damn broads!

Bill Bryce...

You shouldn't be a hero.

Iris! Take this!

Sarge!

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?

Oh! Oh!

Yup.

Oh!

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?

Oh! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

Oh!

Oh, I'm so sorry. Sorry, Eddie.

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!

Whoa! Slow down there, Cadence!

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

You did!

Now, go run and get the buns.

"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.

Oops!

Oh! I got it.

"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...

"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've 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?

Mm, 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.

"Oh, Detective Greene.

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

"We find friends in the strangest places,

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."