All language subtitles for The Bletchley Circle San Francisco 2018 S01E01 Presidio 720p (Multi) WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

[Winston Churchill on radio] What is
the answer that I shall give in your name

to this great man,

the thrice-chosen head
of a nation of 130 million?

Here is the answer,

which I will give

to President Roosevelt.

"Put your confidence in us!

Give us your faith and your blessing,

and, under Providence, all will be well."

[male radio reporter] Fifteen months ago,

that was Churchill's
message to the Americans.

Today, their soldiers stand
shoulder-to-shoulder with our own,

as the United States finally
enters the war effort...

[retuning]

♪ Look out
Beat that rhythm out ♪

♪ Look out
Let the Lindy shout ♪

♪ Look out
'Cause they're swinging 'bout ♪

♪ That's the Lindy hoppers shout ♪

♪ Look out
Let them jump around... ♪

"I have the honor...

I have the honor...

to inform Your Excellency..."

The same familiar formality is here,

but after that,
we kept getting stuck. Why?

A shift in the frequency of occurrence.

It's a Pacific communiqué.

Run this over to B-Block.
They can share it with Uncle Sam.

Why? We keep asking the Yanks

to share information with us,
but they never do.

They're fighting on two fronts, Claire.

I'm sure they'll send a thank-you card
when they have a moment.

The Americans do everything with our help,
and what do we get back?

They're arriving here as we speak.

Swanning around town, tossing money--

Defending our shores.

What if...

we told them
we'd only share this decryption here

if they give us something in return?

Claire. B-Block. Now!

[sighs]

Damned bloody Yanks.

[sighs heavily]

They're not so bad, you know.

They come bearing chocolate.

Well... I'm holding out for a whole lot
more than a Hershey's D-Bar.

Why not try a taste?

There's a dance tonight,
GIs looking to cut a rug.

Word is, they're also going around town
saying England deliberately

-held back cracking JN-25--
-Claire. Come and meet some Americans.

We're all in this together.

[scoffs]

[door opens]

[door squeaks closed]

You deliberately sought
to withhold information from our allies!

[Claire] It was nothing but a stupid huff.

I was going to fetch it out the bin
and deliver it as you asked. Trust me.

-I'll have a hard time doing that now.
-Please, Miss McBrian. Turn a blind eye?

I can't.

You're being transferred
to a clerical position in Bristol.

Bristol?

What'll I do there?

Learn from this, I hope.

You're a smart girl, Claire,
but this is war.

[typewriters tapping]

Can I get you anything, ma'am?

A heart.

It seems mine's made of coal.

I'll buy the girl a drink tonight,
send her off in style.

-[jazz music plays]
-[lively chatter]

Watch out, girls.
You're on the devil's arm.

They tell us the boys
are on our side, but I know better!

♪ Look out
Beat that rhythm on out ♪

♪ Look out
Let the Lindy shout... ♪

Another fly-boy...
looking for a khaki-wacky lass?

Look at you, all apple pie
and Fourth of July.

And, oh, yes...

showing up late for war.

Oh, nothing to say for yourself?

As I figured, another coward.

♪ Look out
That's them on the floor ♪

♪ Look out
Feed the piccolo ♪

♪ Look out
Swing the next two out ♪

♪ 'Cause the Lindy hoppers shout... ♪

[men chatter]

Someone call the police!

Oh, my God.

[theme music plays]

[piano plays]

She sounds frightful, doesn't she,
Miss Harcourt?

Your sister's making progress.

Let's see if the same can be said for you
and your grasp of current events.

Chicago Tribune, New York Times...

San Francisco Chronicle...

Father says it's a poor man's vacation,
reading a foreign paper.

Except he's nose-deep in them himself.

Art of War,

"Know yourselves and your enemy."

Except England vanquishes its enemies,
so why study history?

-To help shape your future, Frederick.
-And shape yours, too, I suppose.

And how would you do that?

When I inherit Father's seat
in the House of Lords,

I'll rule over you.

All the more reason to knuckle down today.

Now, regarding the recent Moroccan
and Tunisian Declarations of Independence,

explain five divergences between British--

I'm much more interested in reporting
on this fellow, this "Elvis Presley."

Heard of him?
He's got a song called "Heartbreak Hotel."

Frederick, you must take this seriously.

If you do hope to rule over me,
then you'd best come...

prepared.

-Lesson's over.
-[Frederick] You can't just leave!

You're my governess.

The San Francisco Chronicle?
Even we don't carry that one.

The article's about the murder of a woman
named Ruby Anderson,

murdered in a district
called "The Fillmore."

The p-- The police claim no leads,

say it's simply a neighborhood
riddled with crime.

[Jean] It's a shame,
when blight strikes a city.

Jean... look at the photo.

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

even the drawing on her palm.

Good Lord.

The killer writes letters
to the paper about

"angels who ascend to God,
silent gifts, a box on holy palms."

You should take this to Scotland Yard,
see if they'll re-open Claire's case.

They will pat my leg
and send me on my merry way.

Help me, Jean.

Susan and Alice are busy with their lives,
Lucy has her new baby, but you and I?

What, you're suggesting
we travel to San Francisco?

Well, the library would grant you
a few weeks' leave,

and I know you've got some money
squirreled away somewhere.

I'm not spending my savings on a steamer
half-way around the world.

Then what's it for?

I've a cousin in San Francisco.
I'm sure would put us up for a few weeks.

Jean, this could be a chance to find
some justice for Claire.

Millie...

you're still out there
looking for something.

Me? I--

I've already found it.

[man] Thank you for coming in.

As you know,
Her Majesty's Diplomatic Service requires

intelligence, dedication, vigor.

And as my references and testing show,
I come fully qualified to serve.

-In the war, you were "clerical".
-"Enhanced clerical."

I'm not sure I quite un--

It means, sir, that I did
more than I can say.

The position on offer
is certainly nothing I can't handle.

Well, relocating can be
an overwhelming proposition.

Imagine yourself posted to Hamburg...
or Saigon, or Bombay,

only to find that the adjustment
is one you cannot make.

I've adjusted to a great many things
in my time, Mr. West.

You'd be required to resign
should you marry.

That will not be a problem.

Miss McBrian, you're a librarian
serving a modest collection.

It will be a steep climb
to land anywhere else.

[Jean] Thank you for your consideration.

[Millie] Hello?

Uh... Lock the door after you!

Jean, this is hardly
my first night, dear chum!

So... I assume we're celebrating.

To what exotic outpost
will Her Majesty be sending you?

They rejected me.

Oh.

Oh, well...

I say we pop it anyway.

I'm told the stuff doesn't keep,
but I've never had a bottle long enough

-to test that hypothesis.
-I think...

we need something a bit stronger.

I read your newspaper article.

The similarities are unnerving.

Well, that's exactly
what I was trying to tell you.

And if it's the same killer,
we have two problems.

Firstly...

[sighs] ...the man who strangled Claire
is especially savage.

He cut out the girl's tongue.

And secondly,
if we are to embark on this journey--

-Did you say "we"?
-If we are...

we've no hope of navigating a new city
without the aid of locals.

Well, there's my cousin, Edward...

Uh... No offense to the Harcourt line,
Millie, but...

we need better.

This is correspondence
from one of our old SIS counterparts

in San Francisco, at the Presidio.

Now, he and I exchanged communiqués
during the war.

I never knew his name.

He simply went by Major Sixth.

This was his farewell missive on VE Day.

Oh, wow. I never thought
I'd see one of these again.

You know, I often think if...

-if I hadn't fired her--
-Jean. You had to.

If I hadn't been so slavishly true
to the rules,

and God knows others weren't...

-she wouldn't have gone out that night.
-Yeah. To meet me.

I'm the one who asked her.
And before that,

I was the one who grassed her out
to you in the first place.

So, here we are...

both seeking redemption.

-What's the plain text?
-I never tried to crack it.

Frequency of use appears standard.
It looks like a substitution cipher.

-Vigenère?
-Perhaps. Or Beaufort.

Tabula recta's zero to 26,
additional modulo 27...

[Jean] Well, I have copies
of most of the tables here.

-We can try each one.
-What's the keyword, though?

[Jean] My guess?

The first word in the teletype.

[Millie] "Victory."

"Should you ever visit our shores,
come find Bunk at the Big Bop."

Oh, Jean, you might get
a date out of this.

[laughs]

[Jean] And this quote...

"Men grow wiser every day."

What does that mean?

Well, we'll ask him when we find him.

[gulls wailing]

[tram bell dings]

[car horns honk]

If you're not careful... [indistinct]

-Hey, baby.
-Hey.

-Did you have a good day?
-Mm-hm.

You paying the electricity bill?

If you're hungry, I'll fix you something.

Off to City Hall.

Isaac Harrison says the city's expanding
the rezoning area by 60 blocks,

-right onto our doorstep.
-City Hall gives a hoot what you think?

They might after our all-night sit-in.

You cut that here.

You take a knife,
you'll give 'em reason to get violent.

It's not gonna go like that.

Mm. So you're clairvoyant
and a rabble rouser?

And you're home by ten.

-Mom. It's an all-night protest.
-And you're at school tomorrow.

And they get nasty, you get nice.
You hear?

Yes, ma'am.

[sighs]

Seems our son is turning into a regular
Martin Luther King.

-Or just taking after his mother.
-[chuckles]

Hi, Mommy.

Oh, Cadence, honey!
You should be in bed by now.

-But I wanted to see you.
-Aw. Well, I'm glad you did.

I don't like getting home this late.

Why don't you take your book
and I'll come tuck you in, huh?

Okay.

Dory from across the hall says
she saw you helping the Sawyers move.

Well, the jobs are in Oakland.

Can't blame a man for wanting
to feed his family,

-or keep 'em safe.
-But I can blame you

for helping another family to leave.

Just being a good neighbor, Iris.

Well, he ain't our neighbor
any more now, is he?

That's another one gone.

-And don't you be getting any ideas.
-Hell, no.

This... This is our home.

And unlike Frank Sawyer,

we don't back down from a fight.

-Mm-mm.
-[both laugh]

[tram bell dings]

[Jean] And I thought Edinburgh was hilly.

[both laugh]

-[ding]
-Oh, this is us.

Millie, look.

A second victim.

All the more reason to find an ally.

Come on. I think...

the flat's this way.

Well, the view's lovely.

You sure you're going to be all right
with those stairs?

Hm!

Trunks came just now,
I tipped two gents a dollar each,

which I trust you're good for.

Oh! My-- My cousin wrote

and said that we might
get his best available.

This is it! The city's been chock-full
since the war ended

and the navy discharged
its contents on our shore.

I swear, half those men never left.

[sighs] It'll do. We won't be here long.

Just like the city,
all this place needs is a woman's touch.

My thoughts exactly.

I wonder, would you help us move
this sofa?

-Move it?
-Yes. To a more cheery spot.

Like out the window?

[laughs] Or--
Or in front of the fireplace maybe?

Hm...

No.

No gentlemen visitors. My rules, not his.

[door slams]

-He couldn't have taken us to the door?
-Can you blame him?

I wouldn't brave this neighborhood
unless I had to.

This place should lead us to Major Sixth.

-Can I help you?
-We're looking for Bunk.

Yeah, this ain't Bunk's place no more.

He owned it?

Bunk Murphy was a Fillmore fixture.
Bebop, West Coast.

"Three Coins for Union Square."
You know it?

Oh, yes. Yes. I think I know that one.

-Yeah.
-Uh-huh.

-We'd like to meet him.
-You can't.

He's dead.

Oh.

"Major Sixth."

Is that a key Mr. Murphy ever wrote in?

Major Sixth isn't a key.

All right then, what is it?

A chord, a mode of improvisation.
And yeah, one Bunk was famous for.

A lot of people avoid it,
because it's a hard one to improvise on.

One false note and...

the whole thing
just melts into a syrupy mess, but...

in his hands... [groans]

it was magic.

You know, Bunk used to say,

"Our memories always come to us
riding on a Major Sixth chord."

You wanna hear some of what's in there,
Bunk's old band is playing tonight.

We'll be here.

[Jean] Is this their excuse for a chip?

They call it a "fry," apparently.

-I call it an abuse of vegetables.
-I'm sure you'll choke it down somehow.

The deaths don't seem to be
in the heart of the Fillmore,

it's more on the border.

If we could find our man, it would
help us navigate this rabbit-warren.

There's one piece here called "Ayli."

It's dedicated to Major Sixth.

So, either he dedicated
the music to himself...

Or someone else is "Major Sixth."

The plaintext said
we'd find him at the Big Bop,

but that doesn't necessarily mean
that he's a musician.

Mm!

Delicious!

[chanting] Save the Fillmore!

Save the Fillmore!

Don't worry about them.

Just some petty ruffians
trying to fight progress.

My proposal will transform the city.
We'll be looking at economic growth,

lower crime...

and all those pretty old little houses...

fixed right up back again.

The new Fillmore will be a model
for every city across the country.

Except sounds like
you got some folks none too happy

about leaving their homes.

Ah, they've yet to see
the land of milk and honey

awaiting them on the far shore.

Oakland. A place with room enough...

they can spread their wings.

-Out of the city.
-Out of the city.

Worked with the Japs after Pearl Harbor.

Well, that's 'cause the war
let us toss 'em into camps.

Harv... [clears throat]

I'm running for mayor in 18 months,

and I'll win because I'll have cleaned up
the city's worst neighborhood.

Now, maybe, I don't know,

maybe you're not
the big-thinking developer

I thought you were.
Because if you don't want in,

I got 20 more outside that do.

Not the safest thing,

walking through the neighborhood
of a known killer.

Well, you don't have to outrun him,
you only have to outrun me.

-Easily done.
-You took that bullet for me.

-Never!
-My excuse to keep off the dance floor.

Welcome, ladies! You made it.

We're big fans of Bunk Murphy.

"Three Coins for Union Square,"
ever heard of it?

[chuckles] Aren't you a funny one?

You want a table,
or 15 minutes on the mic?

Follow me.

We'd like to make a request.

Can your band play
this Bunk Murphy piece?

Huh. All right.

-[piece ends]
-[whoops and applause]

It's hardly a crowd-pleaser.

Come on, Iris.
They're all the way from across the pond.

All right, here it is, folks, a request
from our British friends.

This is "Ayli,"

dedicated to a mystery man
he called Major Sixth.

Bunk Murphy.
Most people never heard of him.

You'd be surprised
what makes it across the Atlantic.

It's nice to hear after so long.

Was a special one for me back in the war.

Clever title.

"Ayli." Shakespeare.

"As You Like It." Oh. Very clever.

We'd like to speak to its honoree,

-Major Sixth.
-Major?

Well, I'm the highest rank
you'll find around here.

I'm only sergeant, Special Forces.

Still a military man.

Weren't we all, at some point?

I'm just one of the fools who never left.

Hey! I'm taking a breather.

That's quite the moldy fig
you tossed our way.

And beautifully played.

I hope it wasn't
too much of an imposition.

Not at all.
I see you've met my husband, Marcus.

Ladies, this is my beautiful wife, Iris.

Baby, would you get me a drink?

[Iris chuckles]

That song's a pretty meaningful one.

So your husband was saying.

We need to talk to him.

The one you're looking for
is not my husband.

-How do you know?
-"Men grow wiser every day"?

-Or so I once thought.
-Shakespeare.

You're Major Sixth?

I-- I can't believe we found you.

This is Millie Harcourt. I'm Jean McBrian.

You and I managed communiqués
between Bletchley and the Presidio.

You remember that farewell code you sent?

It was a stupid lark.
Now, what the hell do you want?

We could do with your help.

We read about those terrible killings
in your neighborhood.

Two dead now and he's threatening more.

We can't get the police here
to give a damn.

Why would this turn your heads?

We believe he did the same thing
to a girl we knew during the war.

We think we can find him.

We just need someone who knows the city.

People don't just walk in here
and solve crimes.

-We've done it before.
-Well, bully for you.

And I think, with your help,
we could do it again.

That is what I love about this place.

You never know who you're gonna meet.
Isn't that right, Iris?

[chuckles] Oh, that's the truth.

-[piece ends]
-[whoops and applause]

♪ I had a dream... ♪

-Did you change the world last night?
-Oh, you bet I did.

-Folks saw they couldn't just push us out.
-That's 'cause you're a fighter.

You could be too, Cadence.

Wanna distribute pamphlets
with me after school?

-Mm. Nah, I'm gonna go play at Nancy's.
-No, not today, honey.

Your mom's right.

After all, I am here on leave

with time to take my little girl
for ice cream.

Okay. Ice cream!

He's gone and killed another one.

I know.

[knocking on door]

Your friend, last night,
she gave me your address.

I'm glad she did. Come in.

Iris.

This is unexpected.

Please. Sit down.

-Would you like some tea?
-Uh. No.

[sighs] It's been how many years
since you--

Fourteen.

And you seriously think that this--

We have reason to believe
it is the same man, yes.

-And what is it you actually do?
-Same thing we did in the war.

Crack codes, tease out information,
recognize patterns.

-Oh. What criminal leaves patterns?
-They all do.

They just don't know it.

-Life is patterns.
-And what if it isn't?

-What if this is just a copycat?
-We think we can test that question.

And if it is, we still get justice.
Maybe not for Claire,

-but for the women like her.
-And that would be everything?

It would be enough.

There's someone I'd want to bring on.

-Do you trust them?
-Yes.

Then so do we.

Maybe I'd better have that tea.

I got a house needs painting.

Nice try.

-Come on, fellas. It's a solid job.
-I'll do it!

I seen you at the Vet's Hall.

-How's your painting skills?
-Beggars can't be choosers.

I ain't begging.

[men cheer and whoop]

My daughter.

Did up her room.

Nice mural. Bet the girl loves it.

Don't know.

I haven't seen her since.

Get in.

♪ Don't, oh, baby, don't
Baby, don't be that way with me ♪

♪ Don't, baby, don't
Baby, don't be that way with me ♪

♪ I want
You to be my baby ♪

♪ So if you love me ♪

♪ Just say you do... ♪

[Iris] Hailey Yarner,
meet Millie and Jean.

Jean. [chuckles]

-What's that short for?
-Jean.

Millie. [laughs]

You were how old in the war?

Uh... Ran away from the farm at 16,

months later I was working in San Fran,
Office of Strategic Services.

Isn't that child labor?

Hailey wasn't exactly
forthcoming about her age.

Wouldn't have mattered if I was,
they needed gals like me.

I started working in Mechanical,

didn't get up to any fancy code-breaking
like Sarge here,

but... you need rigging, I can rig it.

You got a machine that needs fixing,
I can fix it.

-I like to tinker and I'm damn good at it.
-Hailey.

Apologies. I'm just excited.

Sarge told me we were
gonna solve a murder.

Pardon the mismatched set.

My cousin seems to have
furnished the place with street debris.

Loo's down the hall, by the way.

Lou's your cousin?

Loo's the toilet, dear.

Oh! [laughs] Right. Loo. I like it!

Gonna try and work it into conversation.

Well, why don't we get this inside us
and visit the crime scene before dark?

[gulps]

[gulps]

Oh, wow!

Where to?

Well, we need to go to the Fillmore,
where Ruby Anderson's body was found.

That building's already been torn down.

Oh, I know where the latest gal,
Cecily Blair, met her end.

You want to go?

[coughing]

-Any idea what we're looking for?
-[Jean] Signs of a struggle.

Blood.

The police may even
have chalked the floor.

I found her!

She'd been done up like an angel.

Just like Claire, all those years ago.

In his letters to the paper,
he talks about "a box on holy palms,"

which must be the box
he draws onto the victim's palm.

-A signature? Or a message?
-[Hailey] You remember what it looks like?

-How could I forget?
-Can you draw it?

-Looks to me like hobo code.
-What's hobo code?

I used to travel the rails
when I was young. It's how I got here.

Drifters draw messages
for the guys who came after them.

"Kind lady lives here."
"Beware barking dog."

-That sort of thing.
-And what does this one say?

It says, "Alcohol in this town."

[scoffs]

I don't think our man's trying
to tell his fellow drinkers

where to tie one on.

But if you turn it this way,
it means something else.

"Hold your tongue."

Good Lord!

-What is it?
-Well, in England, the...

the killer left another signature.
He-- He cut out Claire's tongue.

That was never reported in the newspapers.

His letters also refer
to "Silent gifts to God."

I think he's killing people
to keep them quiet.

If the tongues were also cut here,
that means it can't be a copycat,

because that fact wasn't
reported in the UK.

I can tell you now,
he didn't cut 'em here.

-Why do you say that?
-Look around.

There's not enough blood.

[Jean] Because he moved the body.

How far, is another question.

Firstly, let's find out about the tongues.

Does your husband have
any connection to the police?

No.

But we do.

-[telephone rings]
-[typewriters tapping]

[siren wails in background]

-What do you want?
-Olivia.

Look at you.

It's been too long. You're well?

I have a beautiful family
and I love my job.

I'd hazard I'm not
what you're here to ask about.

-You think we're here to squeeze you?
-We are here to squeeze you.

People are being killed in the Fillmore.

-Women.
-This is the Homicide Division, Iris.

I'm well aware.

But I'm an assistant secretary,
not chief of police.

-We stopped a war, we can stop a killer.
-If we can find him.

That's why
there's a detail we need to know...

something that hasn't been reported.

Did the killer...

Well...

Did he cut out their tongues or not?

-That's a question for the police.
-One they will never answer.

Maybe there's good reason for that.

Olivia, I'm sorry for what happened.

Working with you at the Presidio
was an honor and a pleasure...

and we should have done better.

Maybe now we can.

We need to know if the killer
is the same man

who did the same terrible thing
back in England...

and you can help us with that.

All three. Post-mortem.

Thank you.

You know the rules.

-No yapping when you're on the clock.
-Of course, Detective Bryce.

They were just old friends
stopping to say hello.

-They didn't look so friendly.
-Oh, they won't be back again.

Olivia, I see potential in you.

A chance to be a real credit to your...

You know.

Yes, I do.

If we know it's the same killer,
we can start narrowing down the field.

All right.
So, here's every American soldier

serving in England in 1942,
who were based at RAF Daws Hill,

the closest American base to Bletchley.

Who are Catholic. "Holy palms."

Who are registered with
the San Francisco Veterans Office.

And who may be here as a transient
who knows hobo code.

[Millie]
I think there's one more criterion.

Yes. He's a man who spent time
living elsewhere.

[Iris] Hailey.

What?

Leavenworth Prison?

That had to be rough, you know...

getting locked up like that?

Not if you're looking
for something to punch.

I picked so many fights inside,
two years became ten.

Got out three months ago.

Came home on the rails.

But home doesn't want me much.

Used to be we all had the same enemy.

Yeah, it's hard to turn it off. I know.

Well, lookee there...

a one-man protest march.

Kids like that got no idea
what we sacrificed...

fighting for the freedom he's got now
to go be a jack-ass.

Yeah, you got that right.

He should just shut up already.

-Same time tomorrow?
-You know where to find me.

Leaflet, sir? Save the Fillmore.

-Hey, Dad.
-Hey, son.

Right on time.

A list of all soldiers
who served in England?

Not possible.

We don't need everyone,
just men at this one base here.

See? Around these dates.

My husband is Sergeant Marcus Bearden.

Then why isn't he the one here
talking to me?

Sir, it's a simple request.

You've new systems
of cross-referencing fields.

-Uh... It shouldn't be onerous--
-What do you know about our fields?

-Well, I worked here during the war.
-Oh, did you?

[sobs]

Oh, this is terrible.

Ma'am.

-You okay?
-Of course not.

A child is dying.

Her nephew.

We voyaged here from England

in the hope of acquiring some information
about an American soldier

who was stationed in Daws Hill,
in spring of 1942.

-He'd be registered here now.
-The nephew's father.

-Gosh...
-The poor dying boy wants to meet

his dear old dad, just once.

Can you imagine? Going to your grave,

without ever once setting eyes
on your son?

Oh, Jean. Show him the photograph.

N-- No need.

Let me see what I can find.

[laughs]
Jean, you've got some moxie there!

There were plenty of girls
in the typing pool.

You know, one of them...

is, what do you--

What do you call the girls
with the... with the batons?

-Majorette.
-There you go.

Peter has no time
for those stick-twirling typists.

Actually, Mother, all I have is time.

I wouldn't be taking
anyone out these days.

It's dangerous on those streets.

Yeah, well, the way the Holy Palms Killer

is clearing out the Fillmore...

fellow's got impeccable timing.

You know, I was thinking...

if you approached the big retailers
and convinced one quality merchant,

that would attract other
high-end, low-risk leases.

I'll suggest it tonight.

Did I mention I've a meeting
back at City Hall?

-Must have slipped your mind.
-[telephone rings]

Oh, for...

-Pete's sake.
-Just leave it, George. She'll get it.

Hello?

Peter!

It's for you.

[Iris] Heavenly Father...

[protesters yelling]

...thank you for the bounty
you have laid before us.

We ask that you would
guide us in our choices,

and show us the paths
that you would have us walk.

Keep us out of harm's way,
and far from those

who would fall prey to the devil's traps.

Grant us the wisdom
to be a light unto others,

and the grace to learn from our mistakes.

In Jesus's name, we pray...

-Amen.
-Amen.

Slim pickings tonight.

I was busy with errands.

It's okay, Mommy. I like leftovers.

You get the dry cleaning?

Tomorrow.

Mm-hm.

[man sings]
♪ Over there, over there ♪

[protesters yelling]

♪ Send the word
Send the word over there ♪

♪ That the Yanks are comin' ♪

♪ The Yanks are comin' ♪

♪ The drums rum-tummin' everywhere ♪

♪ So prepare ♪

♪ Say a prayer ♪

♪ Send the word
Send the word to beware ♪

♪ We'll be over ♪

♪ We're comin' over ♪

♪ And we won't come back ♪

♪ Till it's over over there ♪

[chanting continues]

Oh, the Fighting Fifths. What a time.

Must've been for you.

You stayed in.

Look at these punks...

fighting for a few old buildings.

You and me were sanctioned to kill...

for them.

Some thanks we get.

[gasps]

[sighs] Olivia.

For the police to ever hire me,

I had to be twice as smart,
twice as swift, and twice as sweet.

Because to them,
you were twice as suspicious.

Which is why you'll stay away from me.

This isn't the Presidio.
You can't just expect me to fall in line.

But what if we could solve this?

The Fillmore was once your home, too.

Before the war came and they took it away.

They swooped in and bought our homes
for pennies on the dollar.

Next-door belonged
to my father's best friend...

a tailor.

Across the street, Mr. Yoshida sold books.

Half these places were
the homes of people I knew.

You'll leave here one day, too, Iris.

And then you'll see what it does to you.

-Olivia--
-Iris, what are you doing?

[dog barks in distance]

Just... the garbage!

Well, a husband worries. Get back in here.

The second body was found here.

Third here.

[Jean] But where were they killed?

Another letter.

"Silent angels watch over tonight,
3.75 to 5.45."

-Well, they can't be times.
-Why not?

You ever heard of 3:75?

Good point.

So, in each letter to the editor,
he writes two numbers.

-What are they?
-11.17 to 5.83.

Or 9.68 to 5.22.

Each one, the second integer's a five.
No integer goes above 11,

but the fractionals go well above that.

-Eleven. That's an odd number.
-What is there 11 of?

-Players on a cricket team.
-Ladies dancing in the Christmas carol?

That's pipers piping.

Seems I'm not interrupting.

If I say San Francisco and the number 11,
what do you think?

Well, that's the number of city districts.

-Ha. Bingo.
-My son's obsessed with civic politics.

Eleven districts.

I used to work in engineering awhile.
City has a whole block system.

Each block, they give it a number.

That could be the fractional.

So, this district's Larkin across
to the Embarcadero--

-The numbers in the letters.
-What letters?

-They could be predictive.
-Here's another...

I'm not sure, it's a theory.
It's worth working out.

Blocks are numbered like knitting.

So, you finish a row
and you turn the other way.

Boustrophedon.
As the ox turns in ploughing.

-If you say so.
-[Millie] The two numbers.

The first could be where
the murder happens,

and the second could be
the body's eventual destination.

If we start with what we know,

the locations where
the bodies were dropped.

We can fill in the block numbers and work
out the location of tonight's killing.

-That could take all night.
-Well, good job there's four of us.

-[yelling]
-[whistles blowing]

[Jean] Fillmore Street and Turk Street.

Larkin...

-Hill Street and...
-Got it.

Save the Fillmore!

Save the Fillmore!

-Save the--
-Hey!

Look what we're doing, man!

It's a mistake!
It should be a peaceful march.

Instead, we're playing into their hand.

When they get nasty...

[siren wails in distance]

You call it a night.

I'll see you later.

-[Hailey] You see what I see?
-[Jean] The numbers, the placement,

-it works.
-And from this...

tonight's murder takes place...

Here.

[Hailey]
Polk and McAllister, near City Hall.

Well, there's a big protest there tonight.

-My son, he's part of it.
-The pattern doesn't kill men.

[Jean] It's not a pattern we can rely on.

I... I'll bring round the car,
you call the cops.

[Iris] No time. Let's go.

[protesters chanting]
Save the Fillmore!

Save the Fillmore!

Save the Fillmore!

Save the Fillmore! Save the Fillmore!

Save the Fillmore! Save the Fillmore!

Save the Fillmore!

Save the Fillmore!

[Iris pants]

[Millie] We're too late.

Where did they move the body?

Well, if our system's correct...

northeast Fulton and Webster.
That's a big block.

Well, let's...

Iris. Iris!

[yelling]

Dennis? Dennis!

Dennis!

Dennis!

Dennis!

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