All language subtitles for The.Bletchley.Circle.San.Francisco.s01e02.[MPup]

Previously:

The article's about a woman murdered
in a district called the Fillmore.

It's exactly the same
as was done to Claire.

This could be a chance
to find justice.

You're suggesting
we travel to San Francisco?

This is correspondence from one
of our old SIS counterparts

in San Francisco at the Presidio.

He simply went by Major Sixth.

Someone I want to bring on. I like
to tinker. I'm damn good at it.
Hailey!

GEORGE: The new Fillmore will be a
model for every city.

I'm running for Mayor in 18 months,
and I'll win.

Tonight's murder takes place here.

There's a big protest there tonight.
My son is part of it.

Dennis? Dennis? Dennis!

(Panting) No. No, no.

No.

Isaac.

Look what they did to him.

My son knows this boy.

(Demonstrators chanting)
Just like Claire.

Someone strangles four women then
murders a man? There's no pattern.

There is always a pattern. We just
haven't found it yet.

We need to call the police.

Say it proves we're right about the
ledger's predictive code.

Who the hell cares?

A boy is dead! I have to find my
son.

Sarge?

You call the cops. I'll get her
home.

Come on, Jean.

Jean, come on.

Dennis?

Sarge! You can't tell anyone yet!

Dennis!

Dennis? Dennis?

Dennis?! Mom?

(Iris gasps) What's wrong?

Miss me a little(?)

I'm just uh...happy to see you.

OK. Well, we've got company.

Mrs Harrison can't find her son.
Alma? You know Isaac.

He works the protests with me. Of
course.

I taught Isaac piano. Apologies for
the intrusion but I got to worrying.

It's not like him. No. What happened
tonight?

Same as usual. Stayed peaceful till
the flatfoots harassed us.

Last I saw of Isaac, he was headed
north down Larkin.

I'll go see what your son's up to.
I'll check if he's home then call
you.

They're good boys, aren't they,
fighting for this crazy place?

Alma, I'm so sorry.

Oh, it's all silliness. Everything
always works out.

(Sobs)

Just a quarter column on page nine.

(Sighs) I can't get over the
position of the body.

It's identical to Claire's.

Only now, he's not just killing
women.

He's menacing a neighbourhood.

Yeah, and one not many people care
about.

(Knock at door)

Iris.

Hailey and I both agree. We can't do
this.

It's hitting too close to home.
Which is precisely why we need you.

There's a killer on the streets,
YOUR streets.

We'd spend weeks teasing out a
cypher, only to hit a dead end.

But we'd sharpen our pencils - Stop.

You don't understand this place.

I've a good life now and a family to
protect.

How? By knowing my limits.

Oh, Iris, can't we just try?

Not me. Not any more.

(Door closes)

(Thunder rumbles)

Anything good in there?

Sure. Just got to know where to
look.

Roy Tullis.

I'm surprised you're still sticking
it out here.

What's it been, a month now? Just
one day a week. It helps.

News I heard is you're spending time
with my son.

We served together. You know that.

Yeah, well, I want it to stop.

His mother and I live here.

We have our reputations to consider.

I'm well aware, Mr Mason.

Got me a front-row seat to your tidy
little life.

Don't worry.

You can count on my vote.

MILLIE: 'Why a man? And why here?'

These aren't botched muggings. He
moves them, cuts out their tongues.

I think I'm going mad. What does any
of this have to do with Claire?

Well, Claire was a big talker,

carping on about America's late
engagement in the war.

Isaac Harrison dared to speak the
truth to the powers that be

about his neighbourhood's
evisceration. A warning to others to
keep quiet.

If Iris is any indication, he's
scaring a community into silence.

Then there are these palm drawings.

All told, it's a cascade of
encryption.

So we start with our best lead,

that list of men serving at Daws
Hill when Claire was murdered.

We talk to every war vet who fits
our profile.

Not easily done by a couple of
foreigners.

So we bring in Hailey. You heard
Iris. We're on our own.

Except you can be very persuasive,
Jean.

I'm off to pay the police a visit.

(Indistinct conversation)

Millie Harcourt? You have a question
for me?

Even better. Information on the Holy
Palms Killer.

Sounds like you're visiting.

Funny way to spend a vacation. One
of our many unusual British
amusements,

like queueing up, cricket and
collecting thimbles.

Did you know the bodies, including
last night's,

were moved after death?

Thimbles? You didn't. Look into
these places,

starting with last night's location
at Fulton and Webster.

We got the addresses by decrypting
those letters in the Chronicle.

They predict the murder sites and
the body's destination.

Well, I'll take a look. Please do.

Also, a list provided by your war
office.

How did you get this? The names of
every US soldier serving in England

when Claire Hopkins was murdered in
identical circumstances.

One of these men, Detective, is your
killer.

There's things I also know,
starting with who the bad guys are.

These servicemen won't have
jaywalking tickets, let alone
criminal records.

That list is the result of careful
cross-referencing -

You're a tourist, not a detective.

I'm not pulling in honourable men.

Call me if you need a recommendation
for a good teahouse.

Otherwise...get some sun.

(Hesitant piano playing)
CHILD: I just can't get this.

(Piano practice continues)

Dang it!

(Piano practice continues)

Want some help with that? No, Mommy,
I want to do it myself.

What are you doing with that hat?

I like it. So does Daddy.

He worked hard for the privilege of
wearing it.

When I grow up, I wanna wear one
too.

Someday, Cady, you'll find one that
suits you just perfect.

But I like this one.

Honey, girls can't serve the way
Daddy does.

But you served, Mommy. I saw the
medal in your jewellery box.

Well, we were at war then.

They needed women.

They don't need us now.

I wish I was born earlier so I could
be in a war.

Shall we try this? Mm?

(Lively duet)

(Clattering)

(Sighs)

You looking for me? Oh, you fix this
yourself?

Someone has to.

Like during the war, I suppose, with
just us women around.

We had to make do and mend.

I'm not supposed to talk to you.
You're your own person.

And I got that way because Mrs
Bearden took me under her wing.

There wasn't anyone else wanted to
be sucking air

next to a farm hick with the stink
of cow on her. You've grown up a lot
since then.

All thanks to her telling me what's
what.

If she says what I'm gonna do is
right cracked stupid, I don't do it.

And working with you is... Right
cracked stupid, yes.

You know, I had a girl under my wing
for a while.

Claire, the young woman who was -
Strangulated and her tongue cut
out.

Except, where Iris saved you, I
failed her.

But with your help, we could get some
justice for that woman.

Folks do bad things all the time and
never get what's coming. We can
change that.

We whittled down this list. But
others could die before we get our
man...

..unless we've got someone who can...
Who speaks the language.

# Be still my soul

# The hour is hastening on

# When we shall be

# Forever with the Lord

# When disappointment, grief

# And fear are gone

# Sorrow forgot

# Love's purest joys restored

# Be still my soul

# When change and tears are past

# All safe and blessed

# We shall be at last #

(Piano plays solemnly)

That was beautiful.

This is no place to try and turn me.

I'm here to pay my respects.

You're right. I don't understand
your world.

So you're giving up? No.

But I know what it costs to keep
secrets, Iris.

14 years, I've kept my secrets just
fine.

JEAN: 'This looks promising.'

It'll be a nice change from the
three duds we've hit up so far.

At least every man that doesn't fit
the bill

is one we can cross off the list.

What's he done now?

Madam, your husband, to our
knowledge, is not in any danger or
trouble.

This is simply a visit so we can
acquaint ourselves.

What the hell kind of talk is that?

Well, it's Darlene, right? We're
looking for Roy. We need his help.

Honey, Roy can't even help himself.

He drops us money in the slot, only
way I know he's alive.

Does he have a home or is he more of
a...

you know, a hobo? Roy's been messing
up since he came back from the war.

Angry, remote. Violent?

We served in the war as well.

And we're worried he's a danger to
himself and others.

To women like yourself.

We hope we're wrong but there's a
list...

and we can't yet cross him off it.

So was he violent or not?

When I met him, no.

But the war changed him. So they
threw him in jail.

Then he could fight all day and
they'd keep upping his time.

Where would you find him now?

Not many places left will take him
in.

Fewer that will sell him a beer.
But you know one or two?

Looks like you could use this.

Another time.

My presence here doesn't seem to be
helping.

You got more guts than I took you
for.

I'd say the same about Iris.

You'd never know to look at her now
but she was a wild one.

Now everyone's all tamped down,
genies back in their bottles.

Settling down but...not you.

I'm part gypsy, I'm sure of it.

(Chuckles) That's tough. You can't
know who you are until you know where
your home is.

A heartfelt tribute, Alma. You're
very kind.

And such a bright light in this
community.

I'll miss it. Well, I'm not going
anywhere.

No. But we are.

Enough's enough. We're moving across
the bay. Oh, Alma, Oakland's a
wasteland.

There is work at the docks for
Lester.

A new start.

This place killed my baby.

No, a man killed your son, Alma, not
the Fillmore.

It's just...

This is our community here. (Scoffs)
And it is souring all of us.

It's high time Lester and I left it.

LESTER: Hello, friends.

A word to thank you all for coming.

And to thank my beautiful wife Alma
for singing her heart out.

She sang mine too...what's left of
it.

Isaac was a good kid.

Such fire in him, working for us all.

And I know...we didn't always see eye
to eye on things.

Me the army vet and him hating wars.

But I see now that we were both
soldiers,

fighting for what we believed in.

Isaac stood up for us all.

And when he fell...

we weren't there to catch him.

And so I say to my boy,

"Isaac...

..you deserved better."

(Sobs)

You look like a new arrival.

George Mason.

Board of Supervisors, City Hall.

I'm sure your presence here is
appreciated.

Don't worry. The Fillmore's
changing.

And I'm working to help it go right.

I'm just visiting, Mr Mason.

No doubt you'd rather speak to
somebody who can actually cast a
vote.

Good luck.

Mrs Harrison. Mr Harrison.

George Mason.

I wanted to offer my heartfelt
condolences.

Thank you. I have a son.

I just... I can't imagine your loss.

It's a terrible thing, sir. A
terrible thing.

If there's anything that I can do...
Anything.

Just it means a lot.

Hey, what...? Did you...? Hey!

What the hell are you doing?
Mourning, son, same as you. You're
grandstanding!

Your picture in the paper with your
arm round black folk. A grieving
family! Shame on you!

I'm their political representative.
I've every right to be here.

Dennis, apologise. You want to scare
us out so you can move in.

We're getting squeezed out of our
homes. You wanna help? Find out
who's killing us.

Dennis, out of here now!

Why, Mom? Why are you protecting
him? When are you gonna start
fighting?

You don't understand how it works.
You can fight, but don't get your
right.

If your friends want anybody to give
a damn about their plight,

they'd better stop kicking up such a
fuss.

Because if I don't like the noise...

..I'll make damn sure no-one else
hears it.

Excuse me.

(Sighs)

Your son in there, he was splendid.

He nearly got himself thrown in
jail.

He's just a kid. He shouldn't have
to fight these battles.

He's defending his home.

Some home.

The Fillmore's falling to pieces.

I shouldn't complain to you, your
whole city was bombed to bits.

And I saw the same thing in London
that I saw here today -

strong people who wouldn't dream of
giving up.

I'm too close to this whole puzzle.

I don't have the necessary
perspective.

You remember. They wouldn't give a
girl a job decrypting reports

from a region her father or brothers
were serving.

Except when they would.

Because that girl was the best
person for the job.

That girl would work the hardest
because she cared the most.

Is it worth it...doing what you do?

If we find out what happened to our
friend, yes.

And to be honest,

after all these years of being made
to forget

what it is we're capable of, it is
something just...just using our
minds again.

I keep thinking I'll develop a taste
for these things.

And I never do.

That's three veteran pubs I've found.

Hopefully we'll unearth Mr Tullis in
one of them.

Oh, I know where those are. I can
get us there no problem.

Greetings, team.

Such as we are. Looks pretty good to
me.

Sarge? Oh, gosh. I know I shouldn't
be here...

You were doing the right thing.

And so am I.

So, what are we looking at?

Working out why they take the bodies
where they do.

Until Isaac Harrison's murder, there
was a clear pattern.

They were all women. And the bodies
were moved,

so they drew the next part of a
circle enclosing Fillmore.

Corralling us. Exactly.

So the next death we can expect to be
here,

here or maybe here.

But Isaac's body was found here.

So the circle's interrupted. The
pattern stops.

Maybe there's no message and they're
brought here cos the Fillmore has so
much crime.

Or he wants to taunt the police,
terrorise the district.

The letters he wrote predict where
the body will be, so the placements
can't be random.

It's like you said, there is a
pattern. We just can't see it yet.

Sarge, I think you're onto
something.

What's that? It's like what we used
to do on the farm.

Look at the order of the killings
and where the bodies were placed.

Maybe the killer wasn't circling
folks in a neighbourhood.

Maybe he's herding them, like sheep.

So forcing them out of the Fillmore?

Out of the places the rich want to
be, into the places they don't.

Union Square, the Tenderloin. And
even further. Oakland.

Roy Tullis's wife told us how much he
hated

how his city had changed when he was
overseas. Who's Roy Tullis?

A guy from a list of GIs in England
when Claire was killed.

And our best lead. We're gonna track
him down.

I'd look at who's trying to silence
protest.

Men like George Mason.

Let me look at that list.

I knew that name was familiar. Peter
Mason's on this list.

Do you think he's related to that
vile politician?

He lives in the right neighbourhood.

And there's motive. Mason serves a
lot of wealthy voters out west,

all looking for a little more elbow
room.

So we pay the Masons a visit.

I do hope my tea's up to your
standards.

I get it from this little man on
Divisadero.

Don't go to any trouble. No trouble
at all.

Socially it's feast or famine here.

If my husband isn't on a campaign
trail, I can go days without a
visitor.

You're very kind, given the reason
for our visit.

It's your husband's camera.

Not the first time we women have
cleaned up our boys' messes, is it?

I imagine they'd be lost without
you.

You've a husband and...?

A son, Peter. He's here on leave
from the Philippines.

My husband still serves as well.

Oh, well. No doubt that's a good job
for him.

How long has your son served
overseas?

Oh, goodness, over a decade now.

He's far from the line of fire, but
still I'm very proud to have raised
a patriot.

I'm sure he's a fine young man.

Would you like to meet him? Why not?

Peter? Dainties!

Right. So, let's discuss who and what
we're going to get -

Hi, there. I'm looking for a Roy
Tullis.

Not sure you'll find him.

Any ideas where he might be?

It's not really our business.

What do you want with Roy?

I owe him money. Doubt that.

If you're looking for Roy, it's to
get money, not give it.

You'd be surprised. He's a good guy.

Well, if I see him, I'll let him
know.

I'm sure he knows where to find you.
Indeed he does.

I think we just missed him.

Could this be more of your hobo code?

Yeah, it's handcuffs. This one
means: Watch out for police.

I'd say the man's got good reason to
be keeping an eye out.

But, you know, in many ways, you and
I are neighbours.

Only a few blocks away. And yet a
world apart.

Ah, here he is.

Little Bear,

come meet Miss Harcourt and Mrs
Bearden.

Miss Harcourt is here from England.

Here from England? Can't see why.

And Mrs Bearden lives in the
Fillmore.

It's terrible there, neighbours
going after each other like that.

What do you make of it all, Mr
Mason?

Not much. I'm more of a visitor
nowadays.

Still, it must pain you to see your
home town being harmed?

There are terrible things everywhere.
These days, I keep myself safe behind
a desk.

Out there in Manila, my Little Bear
may be small but he's mighty.

Not really. I was never in much
danger in the first place.

Because you were so clever. What
would you know? You weren't there.

No, of course not, darling.

Have a nice day, ladies.

We should be on our way as well.

Please pass along my apologies to Mr
Mason.

I'll check in next week to pay
costs.

Nonsense. Consider it covered by the
sisterhood.

I may be in my gilded cage, but
there is so much I'm capable of.

To that end, if there's anything you
need, please do call.

We certainly will.

We'll track him down,

build a case against him the police
can't deny.

We've proof he was in England. Cops?

(Gasps)

What the hell are you after?

Hm? Roy Tullis? We...we just want to
talk, that's all.

(Yells)

(Coughs)

Let's not do that again, OK?

I don't hit women. A man with
principles.

Did she send you?

Who, your wife?

I gave her every penny she's got
coming to her and more.

You take that back to the Board of
Charities and Corrections.

I'm no deadbeat. Hang on!

What's this?

A coaster. With your hobo code on
it.

What the hell's "hobo code"?

Handcuffs. It means you know the
police are looking for you.

(Scoffs) Yeah, it's code...

for my life's infinite circle of
crap.

I went off and defended my country,

came back to find the only freedom I
fought for was the freedom to get
left high and dry.

What happened to your hand? What do
you want? The truth! Where were you
two nights ago?

You zip it, you hear?

I see you again...

I'll make sure you stay zipped.

It was scary but exciting.

It was useful. We got what we needed.

A choke hold from a lunatic?

A glimpse of the truth. Roy Tullis
has it in him to do these awful
things.

And you? Anything promising?

Peter Mason has the temper of a
killer, not the physique.

The poor man's half Isaac's size.

Roy's our guy.

He's angry, violent...

He threatened to silence us. He's
certainly capable of it.

Well, not with me around.

I think this hobo code is a dead end.

He didn't know it. No, he must have
been lying.

There's no way he can scrawl out the
stuff he does.

Even if he does know hobo code, it
doesn't make him a killer.

Our killer's gonna try again.

The letter? Deciphered. And if my
predictive decryption is correct,

we know the next time and place.

Here. It continues the herding
pattern, or will tomorrow.

We weren't fast enough the last time.
We can't let that happen again.

We need to bring in the police.

Millie? Sign me up.

And that list we gave you, we
cross-referenced every man -

religious affiliation, length of
time outside the country,

current location and propensity for
violence. How did you do all that?

Libraries, phone books,
interviews...

You went and spoke to these men?

You may have refused to do your job,
but I wouldn't shirk mine.

This isn't your job! Now, that's the
kind of passion we'd hope to see.

OK.

I have been doing my job.

I took a gander at that list of GIs
you gave me.

Don't ask me why. I won't ask. I
know why.

That list was a carefully organised,
clearly presented, compellingly
reasoned work of criminology.

I'm here to tell you, Detective, all
roads lead to Roy Tullis.

I looked into Tullis. The guy's a
brawler, not a planner.

This Holy Palms Killer carries out
complex murders,

moves bodies all over hell's
half-acre.

He does it all while creating his
clever codes.

And he never cries in his beer to
some poor shmuck about his evil
deeds.

Do you think Tullis has the stomach
or the brains?

I don't. One thing we can agree on
is the same terrible thing will
happen again.

It's here in his letters. Those
clever codes are predictive.

I can't make arrests without
grounds. I can't ignore what's in
front of me!

I'll alert the patrol division and
they will send - Don't tell me,
additional police cars.

You seem to be able to predict a lot
of things. You're an ass!

Let me ask you this. Roy Tullis,
have you ever met him?

My friends have. Your friends?

Why are you here? We mistakenly
thought I'd be the one you might
take seriously.

Clearly there are limits to my
predictions.

I got to hand it to you, Miss
Harcourt. This is one twisted way to
spend yourself a holiday.

We got the crookedest street in the
world out there.

Treat yourself and take a look.

(CHATTING AND LAUGHTER)
Where do you think you're going?

If you don't ask, I won't lie. If
you don't stop, I'll break your
legs.

Marcus! Just calm down. Mom lets me
go to meetings and picketings if
you're not around.

Except I am around. And I'm telling
you it's not safe.

I'm going out to play. BOTH: No,
you're not!

Cadence, honey, why don't you go
play in your room?

You think staying inside's gonna
make it safer?

Right now, I do. You barely live
here!

Who looks after the family when
you're not here?

Your father puts a roof over our
head, food on our table!

I heard it a million times - the
loyal patriot defending our
freedoms.

I'll be damned if I go on my next
deployment wondering if my family's
safe.

I tell you, I am about ready to move
this family to Oakland.

I'm not going. If everyone moves up
and out, we've got nothing.

(Phone rings) The Japanese lived
here before us, the Jews before
them.

When the time was right, they left
the Fillmore.

They were pushed out! What happened
to those communities?

You can't make it your problem!

Hello. It's Millie. Bryce
stonewalled me. (Sighs)

You're just gonna surrender?

Tell me where you are.

Look at me.

I sailed halfway around the world
with poor Jean in tow.

To find justice for a friend you
lost.

You've solved these things before.

With leads we could count on in a
place we understood.

I can't face telling Jean we've run
dry,

not after dragging her all this way.

Maybe you're just too close to the
battle.

Claire meant a lot to you.

I lost so many in battlefields,
bombings.

Yet for some reason, Claire is the
one who haunts me.

You blame yourself.

It doesn't take an ace cryptographer
to decode that.

You've a fine city here. You're just
not in the habit of defending it.

Those cyphers you solved in the war
were only abstract puzzles.

Until they weren't.

One time, I worked 11 hours straight
to crack a code.

And when I finally backed up to read
the plain text,

I read about the sinking of cargo
ship SS La Salle,

November 7th, 1942.

She was torpedoed.

All 60 crew drowned.

I was the first person in America to
know that fact.

And I knew...

..my brother was among the dead.

It felt like I made it happen.

Made it real.

And all I wanted to do was scramble
back up those letters

and erase the truth I'd somehow
uncovered.

Must have been horrible.

It was a day's work.

You asked me if this was worth it -
And you said it was.

Even if it's just to use our heads
again. Mm.

So that's what we're gonna do.

You're gonna go back to Jean and
Hailey.

Keep building a case on Roy and a
plan for how to stop him.

Me?

I'll take Trudy Mason up on her
offer to help the sisterhood.

The sisterhood?

(Chuckles)

That's a nice idea.

Just because we want this hobo code
to mean something,

doesn't mean it does. You think I'm
stupid?

No, I think you're dead good at this,
Hailey.

You saw the herding pattern because
you draw on what you know,

not just the first idea that comes
into your head.

(Door opens and closes)

(Teaspoon rattles in cup)

It's not Roy. He's not our guy.

Roy's our best lead and you want to
drop him?

Hailey, he's still our man. No, no.

I know folks like Roy.

In my hometown, when something bad
happened,

everybody blamed the simple kid who
couldn't defend himself.

The killer may be herding people,
but Roy's no shepherd.

Bryce said it would take someone
with brains to do the job.

A man with something to gain - a
Mason, just not the kid.

It's possible the father was in
England when Claire was killed.

Many businessmen went over to cut
deals. At the memorial, he threatened
to cut out our tongues.

The politicians and developers
looking to clear the Fillmore.

Iris told me that if a neighbourhood
is deemed blighted,

there'd be pockets lined, re-election
guaranteed.

It could be the father.

Oh, no. You don't agree?

No, no, I do. I do and that's a
terrible thing.

(Knock at door)

Why, hello there. I remember you.

(Exhales nervously)

Would you like to come in?

Thank you.

Mr Mason, I hate to impose like
this.

It's always a pleasure to speak to
one of my constituents.

Especially when there's no cameras
around.

It seems your family is quite
outspoken, the kind that turns my
head.

I'd like to use you to send a
message back to your community.

We believe we may have come to
identify the Holy Palms Killer.

A man named Roy Tullis.

Hm.

Can't say he's a stranger to me.

I'll happily walk you through our
thinking if you - Ah, Trudy.

Oh. My wife.

Iris. What a surprise. Mrs Mason.

This intrepid woman may have worked
out

who's behind those Fillmore
killings.

No surprise. Mrs Bearden proved
brilliant the moment I met her.

Talk me through it. I'll get on the
blower to Homicide.

Those louts won't lift a finger
until they see the whites of your
eyes.

I could make it before my committee
meeting. Would you care to join?

This is yours to tackle, George.
I'll get the goods from Mrs Bearden.

Call me when you get to the station.
(Chuckles)

Very good. We'll tell you what's
what.

Well, you've proved quite the
thinker, Mrs Bearden.

I'll get some tea started and you
can tell me all about it.

Er...

Detective, is your phone working?

Yes, it is, and so am I.

This may need your attention.

(Sighs)

It's no hobo code.

(Footsteps approaching)

I was told there'd be cake.

Little Bear.

Yes, that's what my parents call me.

Also the constellation.

Ursa Minor.

You know your Latin.

Yes, Ursa Minor's up there in the
sky,

the North Star on its tail.

Most people think it's the Big
Dipper has Polaris.

But nope.

I'm the way folks know where they
belong.

You know, it isn't easy...

growing up Little Bear...

..when a big bear has his paws on
your neck.

That's why it was a military life
for me.

A chance to defend my country,

but also to protect myself...

..to escape this twisted
constellation.

You did this? You talk too much.

Those people had families, loved
ones.

Those people are already all
forgotten.

I'm the one with a follower.

Someone tracks me, moves my bodies.

A fan.

Roy Tullis. Someone you could frame.

That sad husk of a man?

I don't think so. He's strong
enough...desperate enough.

But not...sick enough.

Not like me.

Just stop talking! (Shrieks)

Just stop talking. (Cries out)

Let her out of there! What? What are
you talking about?

Ugh! (GROANS)

I'm on my way into town! She's not
there.

Where is she? Your friend is with my
wife.

(Grunting and yelling)

(Gasps) He tried to kill me!

I'm so sorry. No!

No, you knew! Help me! Help me!

No! (Bangs on door)

He tried to kill me! You knew!

Help me! (Cries out)

(Gasps)

Sarge?! Oh, my God.

(Chokes) HAILEY: The key! (Coughs)

(Chokes)

(Gasps for breath) Sarge! Sarge!
We're here.

It's OK! It's OK! We're here! It's
OK! It's OK!

What have you done?

Oh, Little Bear.

I worked so hard to protect him from
the world and now this?

Your son killed a fine young woman I
knew.

And God knows how many more while he
was overseas.

Little Bear. Get away from them.

What? What are you doing?

We are not here to hurt anyone.
They're intruders, George. They need
to be silenced.

What? What are you talking about?

See, our Little Bear, he's a fragile
boy.

I was protecting him. I did it for
all of us.

Good Lord, woman! Peter may be the
sick one, but you?

You shaped all of this. You used it.

Used what? Your son is a killer, Mr
Mason, and your wife covered it up.

I thought military life would help
him but when it didn't...

That's why you kept him away?

This visit he was worse than ever.

So I...I found a man who was loyal
to the family.

A man who needed cash. Tullis?

He moved the bodies to locations
that would help us,

to help you, George. Your
developments, your career.

Oh, my God!

(Groans) It's OK, Mom.

You don't have to protect me any
more.

Ssh.

Ssh. You're my Little Bear.

You understand, I...

..had nothing to do with this.

But you did, Mr Mason.

You're gutting a neighbourhood...

killing us slowly.

It's called progress.

Well...it seems it ain't doing
either of us any good.

I can't believe that sad excuse for a
human being

is the one that killed Claire.

At least we found her some justice.

And stopped more deaths.

And now home.

Maybe a visit to the Big Apple before
we ship out.

Jean... Seeing as we're here.

You're the one that always tells me
to be more adventurous.

The thing is...

Oh.

You're not coming back.

What's there for me? Another
dreadful job.

And more pathetic suitors looking to
corner me into kids

and a kitchen.

(Sighs)

I'm there.

I'm sorry.

# Hello, Johnny, babe

# It's been a while...
You sure been quiet.

# ..since I've seen you

Got a job to do.

# Make yourself comfortable

# I hope you'll be around

# For a long, long time

# Hello, Johnny... #

Roy Tullis, you are arrested as an
accessory to murder

to Ruby Anderson, Cecily Blair,

Isaac Harrison.
You're going to hell.

I didn't know he was yours.

I did it to support my family.

Harrison.

You led the cops to him. It was all
I could do not to bash his brains
in.

But my son, my Isaac, he would have
wanted it this way.

Well, I say we earned ourselves a
drink.

You'll get no argument from me.

(Song continues)

Iris, I'm so sorry we've put you
through all this.

Don't be.

I fought back.

And that's a wonderful feeling.

Oh...four pints, please.

And a shot of whisky. Make that two.

Sorry, ladies, but this
establishment is for military
veterans only.

Then we're in the right place,
dearie, make no mistake.

(# Song intro)

# If they gave a prize

# For the biggest fool of all

# For the broken-hearted lover

# Who took the biggest fall

# They'd give me the gold cup

# Yes, the gold cup

# For believing all those lies were
true

# Just give me the gold cup

# That beautiful gold cup

# And I'd trade it

# For one kiss from you... #

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