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Well,
lookie here.

Didn't expect
to ever clap eyes on you again.

Seems you weren't the only one
who read the message.

Relax, Eddie boy.

We're just a couple old friends
grabbing coffee.

"Old friends."

Though, by the way

you're jittering
like a bag of junebugs,

you already drank too much.

I'm out of the habit.

I'll say.

Figured
you'd turn yellow,

walked away from the group.

I told myself
it was too risky,

being involved
in the organization.

But then you remembered
what you believe in.

So who's our man?

I think he lost his nerve,
didn't show.

Nah...

When a fellow takes time
to reach out the way he did?

He means business.

Look, Mommy.

Homework's done.

And I wrote
Daddy a letter.

Good job!
And quickly, too.

I have my reasons.

Do you now?

Dory down the hall
got a new toy.

You stick face-parts
on a potato

and call it "Mr. Potatohead".

Sounds like
a waste of good food.

Hey.

Ooh. You look smart.

Going someplace?

It's Friday night,
hitting the town.

"Hitting"
where, exactly?

Dennis has a date...
with a girl.

Can it, squirt!

A date?
Well, what's her name?

Miriam Lincoln.

The girl who works
weekends at the bakery?

Yeah.

Oh.

Well...

speaking of dough...

Here's a dollar.

Home by 10:30.

Thanks, Mom.

You sure you don't
want me to stay home

and play with you?

I'll be fine,
sweetheart.

Go on and see Dory.

Can I take a potato?

Please?

Whatcha gonna do
here all alone?

Gonna enjoy
some peace and quiet.

Now scram.

Oh!

: I found all those in
this darling shop.

And then...
there's this,

which I'm not too sure about.

Oh, Millie,
it'll look great on you.

Do you think so?

A whole new you.

Though all this must've
cost a pretty penny.

If I'm gonna
snag a job here,

I'm gonna need
to look the part.

And then...

there's this.

Oh...

Oh, she's a beaut.

I'm glad
you think so.

It's yours.

Oh! Oh, Millie, no.
No way can I pull that off.

You also can't keep living
out of your old trunk.

I've got plenty wear in
the clothes I brought with me.

Oh, come on, Jean.

There's a reason
they call this the New World.

It's a chance
to reinvent yourself.

I'm perfectly
satisfied

with the current model,
thank you very much.

Just in case.

: Edward!

Edward!

Please!

Open up!

If you're looking
for Edward Harcourt,

he hasn't lived here
in over a year.

: I need help.

Please!

Oh! I'll call
the police.

No police!

Edward.

Oh, my God! Oh.

Good Lord.

Sounds like
it was a terrible fright.

It was.

We'd no idea
who the man was,

he just kept
saying your name.

A lanky ginger fellow,

sporting
a great mop of hair.

He was under
the impression

you still
lived in the flat.

Redhead? I've no idea.

Well, you will
in a minute--

he's in here.

Or he was.

They must've
taken him somewhere.

Without his gown?

I'll get a locksmith
on that front door.

You can't have riff-raff
staggering in off the street.

No, the man
knew you, Edward.

I don't think so.

You can't just leave.

Why not? He did.

What's he hiding?

My question precisely.

Rough night?

We had this fellow
Ginsberg over.

He read from
this long poem of his

while the rest of us
played strip poker

till the heater
caught fire.

What a hoot!

Hailey. You're in
a flea-infested rat-trap.

Sarge, it's my home.

And living with those men--

well, it's lowered
your standards

and raised some eyebrows.

You can
do better.

Yeah, and you were never young.

All right.
So how's about

I fix whatever
you called me here for?

Closet door
giving you trouble?

I told Marcus he screwed
the hinges hinky,

but would he listen?

The closet door's
fine, Hailey.

Toaster!

That damn thing burned
my biscuits last week.

Good thing that guy of yours
is off to Vietnam.

I can finally fix things up
around here.

It's not
the toaster.

I'll say.

That your old
cryptogram machine?

It still work?

I was hoping
you could tell me.

I thought
the government

wouldn't let you
do anything with it.

They might now.
I did get the patent.

What are you
thinking?

Market it.

There's a demand for
simple encryption devices--

embassies, businesses,
newspaper cables.

Folks all looking for a way

to whisper their secrets
in plain sight.

I was thinking
we'd do a partnership.

Sarge, she's yours.

And she'll need a lot of work
to be a viable prototype.

But... if it sells?

Could mean income.

For both of us.

Maybe I can do better.

Thank you.

His personal effects.

the nurse didn't know
what to do with them.

Cigarettes, wallet, socks.

He left
without his socks?

What on Earth
was he running from?

What I want to know
is what we do with them.

Well, sure as eggs,

my cousin knows how to get
this man's stuff back to him.

Maybe what's in there

can tell us why he came
and bloodied up our doorstep.

You sure you know

how to put this all
back together again?

Yup.

Good.

Sure are using
a lot of oil there.

That's 'cause
the parts are dirty.

Well, then shouldn't
you use soap?

I'll just charge you
parts and labour.

No. No, no,
you're right.

Just do your thing.

It's just that,
next to my babies,

this is the best thing
I ever dreamt up.

Yeah, and if
we're gonna succeed,

the machine needs to be as solid
as the ideas behind it.

I think
it's kinda like sausage.

Sausage?

Yeah, like
we made on the farm.

We knew, if folks were
gonna enjoy the end-product...

Oh. They couldn't
see it getting made.

Bingo.

So, how's about I take this baby
of yours back to my place?

Sure.

: I'll put the kettle on
and we can get started.

There must be
something in here

that's a way
to identify him.

Millie.

-I say we start with the wallet.
-Millie, look.

: Oh, my God.

Whoever our man's
running from...

...Is now after us.

: Sorry
to come by like this,

but we didn't know
who else to call.

: No, of course.
You were smart to get out fast.

They could've come back.

Heck, they still could've
been there.

: From what I could see,
nothing was stolen,

which makes it
even more chilling.

Edward still isn't answering.

: Well, what,
do we call the police?

That's the one thing
the redhead begged us not to do.

Either he's
into something bad,

or the cops are.

In this town,
it's a toss-up.

This is what the nurses
gave us,

everything we know
of the man.

See if we can
make sense of it all.

There was nothing
in his wallet--

just a couple of
dollars, and this...

Holy doodle.

Looks like
a marijuana cigarette.

Not that I'd know
anything about it.

I don't want
that in here.

Got it, Sarge.

Consider it unloaded.

Yes.
Into the garbage.

Seems a waste.

So he knew he was in danger

and decided
to make himself scarce.

Whoever smashed us up

must've followed

this red-headed mystery man
to our flat.

: And then waited
for you to clear out

and ransacked the place.

: He didn't want
anyone knowing who he was,

even if he got hurt.

Especially if he got hurt.

Maybe because
that was no reefer.

Oh, my!

It's like
miniature ticker-tape.

: Except just try
making sense of it.

It's some kind of code.

And no drugs?

None that you'd smoke.

That's heroin.

I'd say that's...

more than
a hundred grams.

Hot damn.

What's that worth?

My guess is...

...maybe $4,000?

That's more
than I make in a year!

I've seen this stuff
hollow out a person,

whole communities.

I hate this stuff
with a passion.

I can flush it right now.

No, we won't.

We won't?

Oh...
Because we can't.

Someone is willing
to beat a man almost to death

in order to get it back.

If we get rid of it,

we could be
sealing his fate.

And ours as well.

So what do we do?

Well... work out
a way to return it.

Otherwise we're signing
the man's death warrant.

How do we know
he wasn't just a dealer,

and got in trouble?

Mommy, what are you doing?

Cadence. To your room.

Now.

I'll be in after
these ladies leave.

: Did you know,
when one has illicit drugs

burning a hole
in one's handbag,

it looks like everyone's
giving you the fish-eye?

The bottom
of your handbag, Jean,

is possibly
the safest place on Earth.

: Well, let's not
test that theory

against a police detective.

Stash it.

: Ladies!

There you are!

Just who I was
looking for.

I'm guessing
you've something to tell me.

You've been shopping?

Oh! Yes.

Yes, we've been
buying up the town.

I'll, um...
I'll leave you two to chinwag.

Detective.

Take as long as you like!

She's a funny one.

Oh! Hysterical.

You said we had
something to tell you?

Yeah!

When am I
taking you out again?

Oh! Is that all?

Well, that's
not nothing.

I'll take that
as a yes, then.

A drink on Monday.

I'd suggest one now,

but I fear you'd
get the wrong idea.

I've got a better one.

How about I pick you up
when I finish work?

Very well, then.

But we've got
one problem.

A problem?

I noticed the lock
on that door is broken.

Oh, yes. Oh.
No, we're well aware.

My cousin is,
in fact, the landlord,

and he's going
to fix it.

Well, it
better be soon.

Because you never know

who might just walk
right on in there.

In fact...

why don't I go upstairs
and check on your digs?

If there were
marauding invaders,

we'd have heard
shrieks from above.

Jean doesn't
seem the shrieking type.

You'd be surprised.

What the hell
are you boys doing?

You know you can
turn this thing

into a stereophonic
turntable?

Sure I know that, Ray,
I just don't want to.

My records aren't stereo

and mono increases the decibels

without sacrificing
sound quality.

Cut the gas now!

Get ready for
another Hail-storm.

We're just trying
to make it better.

You want better?

Wash the dishes.

Scrub the toilet.

Pick up your socks!

Or even better?

Pay your damn rent.

You know what
Nietzsche said?

"What doesn't kill us
makes us stronger."

Wrong one.

"Women were
God's second error."

Sure,
but he also said

"Without music,
life would be a mistake."

Yeah, the same goes
for living with you two.

I could do a whole lot better
here, you know.

I want my hi-fi back
the way it was.

You hear me?

-Man...
-Whoa.

You wanna try
my new toy?

I just got
a three-reel set

of the Grand Canyon!

Maybe after
I speak with your mother.

Cadence, honey,

why don't you take yourself
into the courtyard?

The light's better
out there.

Thank you.

Thank you for making
the trip over.

You said
it was important.

I need to get home
to my family, though.

I don't have much time.

Um, Olivia,

I value your opinion
as a police employee.

If someone I knew

came across
a quantity of, uh...

illicit drugs...

Like what?

120 grams of heroin?

Oh, dear...

Well, this person
should share the fact--

and the drugs--
with the police, yes?

Hypothetically? Yes.

That's what I thought.

But in this city,
at this time?

I wouldn't dream of it.

Why not?

The new Chief is trying
to stand up to the graft,

but between criminals
on the street

and crooked politicians
at City Hall?

It's a steep
climb.

So who can you trust?

No one.

The patrol division
is swimming with corruption,

and in cahoots
with other divisions.

So this person...

what should
she do?

Iris, you make damn sure

that whatever cop you speak with
is a straight-shooter.

I-It's not me, Olivia.

Of course, it isn't.

And not every cop
is crooked,

but... be careful.

In this town,
that's a toe dipped in trouble.

: She's a sweetheart.

How old
are yours now?

Four and six.

Oh, that's
a great age.

They still think

their mothers
know everything.

Oh...

You've cleaned it up well.

Nothing
quite so motivating

as the spectre
of a detective's visit.

I was afraid Millie
was gonna invite him up

for a tumbler of rum.

-Did you flush the drugs?
-Despite the close call...

...I decided they'd
be more use to us

on this side
of the sewage system.

Heroin does real
damage to our city.

I don't want to just find out
who these men are,

I want to put them in jail.

Good thing we've got
what they're after.

Not only that, looks like
they're expecting us.

: "You know the place,
you know the time."

-But we don't.
-Bastards!

That was
my best shade.

The redhead may know
who's behind this.

Well, if Hansel
left a trail...

I'd say
these are the breadcrumbs.

: At least we can crack
the ticker tape code.

What are these?

Could they be
phone numbers?

: Perhaps...

if the exchange
were enciphered as numbers,

but not in San Francisco.

What about
a reverse cipher?

We could try dialing
them backwards.

Ooh!

It was just a fuse.

You're an idiot.

Hey, it's back to mono,
like you wanted.

When two signals
equal in level but uncorrelated

are added together,
the sum of the two is--

I want you to hear me,
loud and clear.

Where's your rent, Murray?

As Karl Marx says,

the interests
of the landlord

are not
those of society.

Except I'm society.

I'm damn well interested,

and sick of playing
this song and dance every month.

Hailey.

We're poets.

I don't care

if the goddamn muse
of inspiration's

whispering in your ear.

You're two weeks late.

If you don't have this
by tomorrow...

What? You'll move out?

No, Murray.

You will.

It's my name on the lease,
remember?

And I'm done
living with men.

I'll bet you are.

Murray... don't.

No. I-I wanna know.

What nice, tidy
lady-girl's

gonna wanna
move in here?

They all went
and got married.

But not our little
Hail-Storm, no.

And if you managed
to sucker in

some sweet-faced gal,

well, one up-close look
at who you are...

what you are?

Poor gal'd
run off screaming.

Murray!

Shut up, will you?

: Hello?

Oh, hello, sir.

My name's Jean McBrian.
I'm an acquaintance

of someone who was
recently assaulted--

a tall, lanky
red-headed--

-What are you telling me for?

I believe you may
know the man.

I've no idea
who you are talking about.

You've got the wrong number.

Please don't call again.

Well, certainly.
But could you just--

: That's the second
friendly Franciscan--

"I've no idea
who you're talking about--"

"You've got the wrong number.
Please don't call again."

It's a word-for-word repeat

of what the first fellow said
on the telephone.

At the Presidio,

when we'd ask
higher-ups for intel,

sometimes, no matter
who we'd asked,

the denial
would be the same.

: Same here.

We would get
the exact same response.

We knew that not only
did they know the answers--

: But they'd worked out
the exact same way

to cover up the fact.

: Well, thank goodness,
that's not all I heard.

What else did he say?

He didn't say anything, but...

in the background,
I could hear,

"End of the line for 59."

59? That-That's
the, uh, Powell-Mason cable car.

I did hear
a screeching of brakes.

Well, that's
the cable car turner

at one end or the other.

So two possibilities,
at either end of the city.

I heard seagulls.

One of the turnarounds
is near the water,

so that's the north end
of the Powell-Mason line.

So we're just gonna show up
at an intersection?

It's all
we have, Millie.

Well, you two try
and give it a shot tomorrow.

I'll tackle that cipher

First... I'm off
for a family reunion.

: Order up!

He goes by "Rusty."

Appropriate.

Why not tell us before?

He's a private person.

As am I.

What the hell
was that doing in his wallet?

You would know better
than me, Edward.

You can rest assured
I haven't told a soul.

I went two years
without seeing him, Camilla.

I wouldn't know
how to find him now.

: We are sitting on

a hot box of drugs
worth thousands of dollars.

Your friend
is at risk,

and so are we.

It was two years ago...

until two days ago.

This very diner.

We were both...

...sent here
for a rendezvous,

but when the man
we were expecting

failed to show,
I left.

And... he stayed?

I guess, for a while.

To move drugs?

No! It had nothing
to do with that.

I told you
what I know, Camilla.

Stop twisting this
into something else.

Your friend

was found
with drugs on him.

Are you seriously telling me
that that's a coincidence?

He's not my friend.

Now kindly get the hell

out of
my business.

He's half-dead
and running for his life,

and you
are our only link.

Then consider yourself lucky.

End of the line for 59.

Well, here we are.

"End of the line
for 59."

The conductor,
the screeching car wheels,

seagulls...

: Well, those apartments
look promising.

: There's only
so many places

where you could hear
all those noises from.

"So many," indeed.

: Well, I see
two windows open,

so let's try them.

You think it's
enough to go on?

I've gotten
more from less.

Hmm. Well,
let's get knocking.

Sorry to bother.

We're looking for
someone who may have

come here injured
the other night.

No idea
what you're talking about.

Well, he came
to us for help.

We've got
his belongings here.

Paul!

Just let 'em in.

How did you find me?

Ciphers and seagulls.

We're here about
the night you were beaten,

and a meeting you had

with your friend,
Edward Harcourt.

I wouldn't call Edward
a "friend."

I barely know the guy.

Then why come
banging down his door?

I'd been mugged.

He was the closest
I could think of.

Yet no calling
the police.

What's the point?

Precisely what
we're trying to figure out.

Well, don't.

I don't need your help!
Just walk out and forget me!

There are some
dangerous people after you,

and now they're
after us as well.

Rusty, I'm your friend,
but this is crossing the line.

Do you
recognize these?

Haymakers.

Not my brand.

They were on you the night
you were attacked.

I met up with a man.

Friendly enough.
Offered 'em to me.

Started asking
about drop-offs and payments,

I told him
I had no clue what he meant,

so I walked away.

Only he started following,
asking if I was the right guy.

I told him
it didn't seem I was,

then he started chasing me,
and I'm running for my life,

and I couldn't get free,

and he caught me,
and...

It took everything I had
to get away.

So you never knew
what was in them?

What?

Heroin.

: Definitely
not my brand.

Well, it's not
ours, either,

but here we are.

Just throw
the drugs away!

Rusty, someone out there
is after these drugs,

and they'll do anything
to get them back.

Now, who did
you meet with?

I don't know!

I think it's time
you two left.

Then how did you
arrange the meeting?

I thought it would be
someone else.

I thought it would be a friend.

He's safe now.

We're gonna keep it that way.

Take your junk
and get out.

Now!

Tell Edward...

tell him...

don't go near the papers.

What? "The papers"?
What do you mean by the papers?

Who fixed the lock?

Yours truly.

Any luck?

I've tried everything

from Gronsfeld
to Playfair,

but nothing cracks it.

How's about you?
You find your man?

We did,

but he's keeping mum.

Though he did leave us
a parting gift.

Told Edward--

"Don't go near
the papers."

Ticker-tape paper?

Cigarette papers?

: No idea.

For this code,

I'm inclined
to use lex parsimoniae.

Lex what?

"Law of Parsimony."

According
to William of Ockham,

the hypothesis requiring
the fewest assumptions

should be selected.

If this is street code,
it can't be complex.

Otherwise you wouldn't be
able to write it on one end,

and then read it
on the other.

: So think simple
instead of complicated.

Wrap it.

What are you
talking about?

A possible scytale code.

Try this.

: Scytale is a simple
transposition cipher,

used by the ancient Greeks
and Spartans.

It's how military commanders
would communicate

with their front lines
during battle.

: First,
a band of parchment

gets wrapped around a rod,

then the message gets written.

: And when
the band of paper is unrolled,

it becomes ciphertext.

: The trick then

is to have a baton
in the battlefield

that matches the sender's.

Wrap the parchment right,

and boom,
there's your message.

This has the advantage

of being fast to make

and not prone to mistakes--

helpful things
when you're at war.

"H"...

A-N-D...

O-F-F...

"Hand-off."

C-E-D-A-R...

M-I-L-L...

"Cedar Mill..."

4-2...

S... U-N...

7... P... M.

"Hand-off--
Cedar Mill 42,

Sun, 7 p.m."

Jean, you're a genius.

We've got it--
a time and a place.

Brava, ladies.

What's 42?

I don't know, but...
but the meeting's tonight.

We really should
call the police.

: There's too many
police on the take,

but if we can smoke out
these buyers,

we give them hard facts
that they can't deny--

their names,

their game plan.

Let's go hand off
some drugs.

You two find the dealer.

We'll keep a lookout.

Everyone off for the weekend.

Our gents
must've known that.

The sheds are numbered.

There's our 42.

That way.

Good luck.

Just keep an eye out.

Come on.

: Hang on.

We're here.

I don't think you ladies
got the right place.

Oh, we do...

and we come
bearing gifts.

Not the kind
I usually pick up from.

Takes all kinds
in this world.

And what's
on offer should be

of no less
interest to you.

: That's for sure.

I was staring down hot water
if you didn't show.

How long
has it been?

Oh, it's been
minutes, Iris.

They'll be fine.

Oh, no.

Oh, the guard's headed
toward the girls.

What happens if
he sees them dealing?

Oh, let's not
find out.

Hey! Hello?
Yoo-hoo! Excuse me.

Well, sir...

it's been a pleasure
doing business.

Tell your bosses

to ease up
on the beatings now.

Hey!

Someone tampered
with the goods.

Just a bit
of quality control.

It's all there,
guaranteed.

Back.

: Uh, sir!
Can you help us?

Our car.

It broke down.

Just over there, see?

We thought
we were out of gas,

but, um, we're
not out of gas.

It could be the starter.

Or the battery.

Or the muffler.

Well, probably
not the muffler.

What're you
ladies doing here?

Well, we took
a wrong turn.

And then another,
looking for help.

For our poor

busted-up car...

And then it just
finally up and died.

Do you know
a thing or two?

: Our friends
went looking for help,

but there seems to be
no one around.

: Okay, I'll have a look.

You know, we can

leave you to this...

You can stay put

until I'm finished
my inventory here.

I got fellows to answer to,
just like you.

Oh, it must've just
needed a rest.

And of course,
your expert touch.

Well...

best be on
your way, ladies.

Uh, sir!

If we could
just get your name,

so we could recommend you,
to your superiors.

Better not.

I got a schedule
to keep.

I'd get in trouble

if they knew I stopped it
to do stuff like this.

Come on, Brutus.

What do ya got there, Brutus?
Huh? What do ya got?

Evening, sir.

You with
the broken-down ladies?

Oh, come on.

There's a bit of life
left in them yet.

Charming place
you've got here.

Hope you can
enjoy it.

Come on.

Come on, Brutus.

Drugs are off our hands
and onto theirs.

I'd say that's
the last trouble we'll see--

Rusty and co. as well.

Right. Let's
get out of here.

Well, you
certainly know

how to show a girl
a good time.

You tired already?

This is
more fresh air

than my lungs have
previously encountered.

That, and I had
a late night.

Oh?

So I've got
competition.

You're not even
on the race-track,

my friend!

It's my cousin,
Edward.

I'm worried he's got
into some trouble.

Such as?

Oh, come on...

It's not like
I'll go arrest him.

Unless he went
and killed somebody.

Still, it would

compromise you,

and I'm sure
you steer clear of that.

Well, I've got
to admit,

I spend a lot of time

scratching the underbelly
of this fair city.

And if you lie with dogs,
you wake up with fleas.

That's why a walk
like this is nice--

reminds me that there's
more to this city

than its darkest corners.

I'd be tempted to stay
in those dark corners,

to take bribes,
withhold evidence...

Well, you work
a beat long enough,

anything you need,

eventually, you know a guy
who can get it for you.

And have you ever
needed something?

No.

Oh.

Oh, will you
look at that?

Mm-hmm.

How's this?

"Cozy room available

in a fun, breezy
warehouse space."

A good start.

What do you
mean "start"?

That's my tenth
kick at the can.

Hailey, it's great

that you're looking
for better roommates,

but when you write "fun,"

a girl will read that
as another word for "noisy."

And, uh, "cozy,"
she'll think "small."

"Breezy..."

Sounds like a hurricane
comes through every night.

-Mm.
-I got it--

Oh...

Plus, the papers
will charge a buck

for that magnum opus.

Abbreviate.

"The papers..."

That's what this guy, Edward,
wasn't supposed go near.

Maybe it's got
nothing to do

with cigarette papers.

Want me to phone
it in for you?

Sarge.

Maybe it's newspapers.

As in
"Don't do anything

that'll get you written
about in the news"?

Or "don't go putting
anything in there yourself."

But what do I know?

Bottom to top?

How do you
read that way?

I'm not reading.

I'm detecting anomaly,
which the eye does faster

when the mind isn't trying
to make sense of the words.

"Think less,
do more." Huh.

There.

Look.

A cipher.

This may get us
closer to those dealers.

Cracked it.

Didn't take long.

Well, it's just
a simple Caesar cipher--

every letter transposed
three letters ahead--

"A" is "D,"
"B" is "E."

Smart.

Gaius Julius thought so.

It's one of the oldest
ciphers in history,

simple enough for
the average person to use.

What's it say?

The tough part
is the abbreviations,

but essentially,
it's a warning--

telling
"all able men"

to beware

of someone else's messages
in the "Help Wanted" section.

To "Stay out
of the papers,"

or else.

Jean! Jean?

Millie!

Oh, God.

What happened?

Who would do this to him?

It doesn't
make sense.

We delivered
the package

to the men
who wanted it.

That was not
what they were after.

We haven't stopped
the beatings.

There's another reason
for these attacks.

: And one
we've seen before...

Tell me
you're not Saint Peter.

That'd be
your lucky day.

I'd let anyone through
those pearly gates.

Last
thing I remember,

I was locking
my front door

on the way
to the bank.

You were found

beaten up in an alley.

Just like Rusty.

It was a mugging.

Welcome to America.

Oh, come on,
Edward.

I don't care
what you're up to,

but if we don't know

why these attacks
are taking place,

we can't stop them.

If you won't talk to me,

please talk
to the police.

Oh, Camilla,
for God's sake...

There's a detective
outside,

he's a good man.

Except in
the eyes of the law,

I'm also breaking one.

And what
have you done?

It's not
what I've done.

It's who I am.

You've no idea
why I left home.

I believe I do.

"The heart
is a lonely hunter,"

as the book puts it.

You came here to be
the man you need to be.

I understand.

You don't.

You may have once
ran off with a man...

but at least...

he was a man.

They weren't all men.

Really, the only
difference is

when it comes
to the hunt,

I enjoy it.

: There's
a whole series of them--

encrypted messages in the, uh,
"help wanted" section

of the newspaper.

Folks talking
to each other,

right under our noses.

Sounds like a latter-day
agony column.

What's an agony column?

Oh, they've been around
since Victorian times.

Secret messages encrypted
in the classifieds,

so to arrange
a rendezvous.

For people too afraid
to pick up the phone

or write a letter.

Yes. Only...

This time, I think
it's a for group of men,

to... connect.

How would you know this?

: I worked for a man
who kept me on

for a few years after the war.

A brilliant cryptographer.

He'd cracked the Enigma code,

invented computing devices...

and...

and he loved men.

Here, that's a crime.

Well, yes, it is
back in Britain, too.

Like the codes he cracked,
he was hidden in plain sight,

until the police found out.

He'd called them

because he'd been robbed
by one of his, um,

visiting gentleman.

When the world saw him
for what he was...

...they destroyed him.

So you think our men are like
this man that you worked for?

Mm.

And they feel
that they're in danger--

and clearly, with good reason.

Edward Harcourt,
meet Detective Bryce.

I can see why
you chose him.

Because he's
a fine investigator--

Mr. Harcourt.

I hear you may have

a thing or two
to tell me.

I'll take my leave.

Gentlemen.

As I told Camilla,
I've no recollection--

I'm not interested
in today.

It's the weeks before
I wanna know about.

I understand

there are some bad people
you'd like to catch...

But if you don't,

and I've shared the truth
about myself...

I still have to pay the price.

In the eyes of the law,
I'm a criminal, too,

as bad as the man who beat me.

Well, I doubt he's as clever
and good.

Detective,

you're muddying waters.

And flirting.

That's not cricket.

Whatever you tell me,

I will take it
to the right people.

You will see justice done.

I sure hope so.

Good morning, Sarge.

Oh, it's a quiet morning here,
for once.

: The boys are off
to some coffee shop.

I tell you, next
to hearing themselves squawk,

the next best thing
is listening to someone else.

Don't worry, Sarge.

I know how to put it
back together again.

Good.

Oh, I went by the newspaper
offices this morning

and picked up what's come up
on your "for rent" listing.

Already?

Oh, I wrote you a good ad.

Oh, this is
gonna be good.

Just think...

one of these gals could
end up living here.

So be careful
who you let in.

Look at this one--
"loves to converse."

Uh, that means
"insufferably opinionated."

Or this one...
"easy-going."

That means
"slovenly as hell."

I wonder
what I'd put down

if I had
to describe myself.

You know... my code.

You don't need one.

What else
you got there?

Um... likes to cook--

-Oh!
-...Crochet--

Mm-hmm.

That's good. I don't
know how to cook very well.

: Ladies, you don't
have to do this.

Just a few days.

Just to have someone
to change your dressings

and feed you,
you know, soup.

Tell me, Jean,

when was the last time
my cousin made soup?

I picked up a ham hock
this morning.

I'll have pea soup
on the go in no time.

More coppers?

What do you mean "more"?

What kind of tenants
have I been renting to?

Edward Harcourt?

Yes?

You're under arrest

for suspicion
of communist conspiracy.

Don't be
ridiculous.

Officer,
I'm no communist.

The charges can be
explained at the station.

This is rubbish.

My cousin has just come
back from hospital,

and he is not
going anywhere.

You'll keep
your distance, ma'am.

He's coming with me.

I would like
to see you try.

Millie!

I'll be fine.

Now, you listen to me.

You know,
that's a great idea.

Why don't we do that
down at the station?

You two are coming with me.

She's got nothing
to do with this!

She does now.

You know who this is down to,
don't you?

Bill Bryce.

I trusted that bastard
and he betrayed us.