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: 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.

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."