Previously...
- Our unit here... - Your unit?
Yes, sir. The patent was granted during the war.
We still rely on
certain cryptographic elements you developed.
Your application is denied.
At least I got the know-how
to build another prototype.
You heard the man.
That machine puts lives in danger,
and us in jail.
Mrs. Bearden?
I'm Deborah Mitchell.
This is my husband, Alan.
The Soviet Consul General
died of a heart attack.
While bleeding from the nose and gasping for air?
The whole thing is politically sensitive.
We've intercepted
a seven-digit cipher from Soviet communications.
Jean McBrian?
We are interested
in your contact with Nigel Beamish.
We saw him pass you information.
My friend is missing, Mr. Mitchell.
But there are men working
to repair the relations between our two countries.
So Orlov was a spy.
We got your boil following us.
Walk easy.
We run, he chase.
His name is Vladimir Nikolaev.
That's Iliya's bodyguard,
telling me I'm in danger.
Sorry about this, folks.
Yeah, come on, ladies.
Get yourselves home safe.
Dispatch told me the Police are minutes away.
If the FBI gets wind,
they'll bury this case
the same way they did the last one.
What are you doing?
She's right.
If they link this murder, they'll take over the case--
and with it, any chance of finding Jean,
so we strip the body of identification.
One of which is rather indelible.
Still, it'll buy us some time.
Otherwise the FBI will be all over this.
You see that tattoo?
It's the same as Orlov's.
It's from the Black Sea fleet.
The two men must have known each other in the war.
But the war's long over.
Why kill these men now?
Orlov was a friend to America.
Perhaps friendly enough to change sides.
So someone found out he was a spy
and decided to silence him.
It's possible.
Mrs. Mitchell, your husband may have ideas about this.
Oh, I sent him home.
He's not getting involved.
So why are you still here?
To help clean this mess.
Jean was looking into Odessa when she disappeared.
This man may be our best chance of finding her.
And if the police can't I.D. him,
if he's just another John Doe,
the FBI won't know it's their case.
Homicide can still access the investigation.
Do you think it will work?
I have no idea,
but if you want to learn anything from this fellow,
you'd better do it quick.
Iliya, wait.
No. We need to be far from here,
before Vladimir sees I am gone.
Okay, you may need distance, buddy,
but sure as sugar, I don't.
Hailey. Please.
I have idea who take your friend.
Uh-huh?
I tell you. But not here.
You're slowing me down.
I'm going back.
I can hold off the cops--
- Gunshot to the head. - Buy you more time.
That's the precise work of an assassin.
If you interfere with their investigation,
they'll arrest you.
So he was executed, in cold blood.
The FBI thinks there's KGB activity in this city.
You're more good to us outside an interrogation room.
Was it them or the Americans?
So you've been listening in on the investigation?
And filing their reports.
We need to see those reports.
Can you get me into the station?
They're classified, Iris.
I could lose my job.
And I wouldn't ask if we weren't desperate.
But the Feds have bigger fish to fry
and no one else is looking for Jean.
There's no guarantee this leads to your friend.
True. But it's the best we've got.
And I bought you some time to try.
Good luck.
I trust you won't mention my being here.
Are you the owner here, Sir?
Evening, Officers.
I know you not want me here,
but...
you are only friend I have.
And you lie to your friends?
Hailey, I see chance and I know I must take it.
What chance?
A chance to defect.
A chance for new life here, new home in America.
I have that chance...
if you help me.
Rise and shine, Bletchley Girl.
I'll feed myself, thank you very much.
You have lost that privilege.
I'm Scottish, Mr. Zuyev.
When it comes to porridge, I have my standards.
Go hungry.
It won't be long.
Well, if you're feeding me, you need me alive.
Or it is your last meal.
Not unless you got what you wanted--
and I doubt that very much.
Don't flatter yourself.
No doubt you did your homework,
and checked up on what I told you last night.
I have spoken to no one
about Mr. Beamish's unrequited intentions,
nor anything else for that matter.
Or you haven't checked.
In which case,
you don't want any information from me
and you're just biding your time?
Why do I do that?
Well, perhaps it's not
what I can tell you while I'm here--
but rather, what I can't tell anyone else.
Oh, so you're afraid
if I decrypted your little message,
your plans here would be in trouble.
Well, you can't keep me here forever.
You can be sure we don't intend to.
So I'm locked out of my own club
till they can work out
why they found a dead body inside it.
At least they typed it up real nice.
Archie, I'm sorry you got dragged into this.
I'd blame the British Invasion,
but truth be told, it was my choice.
Well, we're doing what we can to turn this around.
Easy, Girl.
You're a smart cookie, but this is out of your league.
And with your husband overseas--
I don't need anyone looking out for me.
Hello!
Oh. Am I interrupting?
Oh. Nope. Just on my way.
Your son said you were 'round back.
Mrs. Mitchell.
I'm sorry, I must look a wreck.
Nonsense.
I'm the mess here.
Covering tracks the way I had to,
lying to Alan when I got home?
The phone, it just won't stop ringing.
I must say, Iris--
I'm beginning to have my doubts
about this city.
You and I are both practised
at keeping secrets.
You know you can trust me.
What have you heard?
Well, I saw my friend, Olivia,
at the police station this morning.
Do they see a connection between the two men?
No, not yet,
but it's only a matter of time before they do.
What's worse is,
they refuse to connect
Jean's disappearance with the murders.
So why do you?
Well, the tattoo references Odessa,
which was on her mind when she disappeared.
That can't just be a coincidence.
Your husband, he has connections--
Iris, I would help if I could.
His contacts are overseas.
I'm sure your friend's going to be back safe
before we know it.
I can't wait that long.
And I have to keep my head down.
No doubt, you still remember
how to bury a good secret.
In this case? Just throw it in the garbage.
See?
I knew you'd know what to do.
Where did you get that?
Your kitchen.
You have no food.
That's kind of my question.
Is butterbrot.
Ham and bread and--
Let me guess--
butter.
See, I know you are smart.
Well, you ain't.
My roommates catch sight of you, what do I tell 'em?
That I am boyfriend!
Not gonna fly.
Mm!
Whoa. Hey. Easy on the merchandise.
I know I'm a girl with a guy sitting on her bed,
but you are not,
strictly speaking,
a guy sitting on my bed.
Kapiche?
You sure no one followed you here?
If so, we are both dead now.
That's reassuring.
I protect you.
You are only hope for freedom.
So you say.
So what's the plan?
Find State Department, ask asylum.
Great.
- I'll drive you there now. - Nyet, nyet, nyet.
KGB know my next step.
They are wait for me here in San Francisco.
So where do you want to go?
You drive me to Seattle?
No, Iliya.
I'll drive you to "bus station."
Eat up.
Yes, I know I called before.
Now I'm calling again.
Have you admitted anyone by the name of Jean Mc--
Well, all right, then.
Try French Hospital,
corner of Geary and Fifth.
This is everything the FBI shared with homicide.
Thank you for this, Olivia.
I know you have your reservations.
In for a penny,
in for a pound.
The FBI weren't exactly generous with the details.
Yes, yes. I'll hold.
No mention of Jean.
True, but...
you can read between the lines.
See here,
an agent travelled "from blank to blank."
So we have the context, just missing the content.
Yes.
But I wrote down details
I've heard men discussing in our offices.
No one suspects the secretary.
So we compare the redacted words
with the terms that you've been hearing.
These spaces,
they have to be filled with something.
Yes, hello.
I'm looking for a woman by the name of Jean Mc--
Yes, I know I called before.
Is she there or not?
Well, you have my number.
You're just tired.
You were up walking the streets...
I've got to find her, Iris.
I swear, if anything happens to her...
It won't.
You don't know that!
Perhaps I should go.
No.
You're going to stay here
and you are going to help us find our friend.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry... - Don't be.
We're going to work this out.
Now, see here,
"Sentinel" could mean their guards.
"Chancellor" could signify an important person.
"Locus" could be where they're keeping her.
This blank here, it calls for a location,
so "Locus" could be code for that.
No. No, it can't.
Look at-- look at the length.
The redacted word,
it's at least 10 letters long.
Oh, good point.
So, once we land on the code-words,
we just tease out what they mean.
- Hello? - Millie, it's Bill.
Bill. Please tell me you have something.
Well, we're working on it.
Well, what about the bodyguard's autopsy?
I can't get eyes on it.
The FBI claimed jurisdiction.
Oh, why?
As far as they're concerned, it's a John Doe.
Well, it was--
until they found out he had that same tattoo.
And Jean?
The least of their concerns.
I'm sorry.
Ladies?
It's up to us.
I think it's high time we brought in Hailey.
All right. Bye.
That was Iris.
No word on Jean.
I see schedule.
Bus to Los Angeles is better.
KGB never expect me there.
Iliya. She told me something else.
Your bodyguard...
- My boil? - Yes.
Well...
he's dead.
- What happen? - I don't know--
but my guess is you're in the clear.
I'll take you to the bus station here.
Then I gotta worry about the living.
They kill him because he fail,
because I escape!
Now they kill me, too.
So maybe you rethink this defection thing
and go back home.
There is no home.
My heart go cold for Russia when I was boy,
when Father join Trotsky to fight Stalin.
And when our evil leader learn of uprising,
he put Trotsky's supporters in city square
and shoot them dead.
And your father?
He run to Paris.
But KGB hunt him,
torture until he give names of collaborator.
And when he is no use?
They wring his neck with Egyptian cotton sheets.
Egyptian cotton?
Found dead at Ritz Hotel.
KGB hypocrites travel with luxury.
My father was found hanging,
KGB leave letter in pocket,
say he reject every belief.
They take his body...
and then spit on soul.
Well...
You're free of that now.
Front desk, how may I help you?
Please! Please! I need someone straight away!
Hello?
Is everything okay?
Oh, yes, yes.
Just extra pillows, please.
Of course.
Right away, Sir.
Well, you can't blame a girl for trying.
What about that word-- "Chancellor"?
Listening in on the FBI,
it seems they figured
it's code for some official.
There's a German Chancellor.
With no involvement in KGB butchery.
Well, Russia's last Chancellor
died before the Great War.
Who else is it?
Well, a code-word, like "Captain" or "Governor."
That could be anyone.
Maybe it's not a "who."
Maybe it's a "where" --
just like The Governor is a pub in London.
That could be it.
We have our own Chancellor here downtown.
The Chancellor Hotel.
So we get you to the bus station...
Just go to my room and keep quiet.
My specialty.
You give me great deal, Hailey.
I am grateful.
Sarge. I told you I'd be there soon.
We don't have time.
Millie and Olivia are zeroing in on Jean,
so let's get your stuff and--
What was that?
Sarge, it's nothing.
Really.
Well "nothing" 's making quite a racket.
Okay...
I just-- I just gotta explain something.
Hailey, it's none of my business who's in there,
but we've got to get going--
It's a boy.
A boy?
I can explain.
Seems your boy's not here.
Oh, Lord.
Lordy, Lordy! No...
Iliya!
It's gone.
He took everything.
Took what?
Our secrets, our plans...
If you're saying what I think you're saying...
I just didn't want all of our plans to be lost!
So you went and built another machine?
I'm sorry, Sarge.
He went and stole everything.
I think the fun is over, wouldn't you say?
I can assure you, I'm no threat.
If true, we would not bring you here.
Well, even if I did know anything of significance--
We established that you do.
I've been out of the game for years.
Who would believe me?
You know people of significance.
Nigel Beamish?
Please.
Mr. Beamish is not our concern.
You underestimate your friends.
We do not.
Job is done.
Thank you, Miss McBrian.
I wish I could help you,
but Iliya and I haven't spoken since the party.
He told me you gave him my address.
It appears you were lied to.
He was your guest of honour, Deborah--
you must know a thing or two about reaching him.
I beg your pardon.
Mrs. Mitchell.
That cellist stole something of great value.
So now the man is a liar and a thief?
It's the truth!
You know who my contact to Iliya Sokolov was?
Alexei Orlov.
But the Consul General
went and died in your arms, didn't he?
And I don't have the number for the Soviet Cellist Hotline.
Surely, you must know when he's leaving.
Take my advice, write off your loss.
Don't add burglary to the maelstrom.
You can tell her.
Mrs. Mitchell served
in a similar capacity to us during the war.
That man took something
we ourselves weren't supposed to have.
Something Sarge here developed at the Presidio.
The rules haven't changed.
Loose lips sink ships.
I didn't tell him a thing.
He still knew enough to take it.
Well, if no one knows you had it,
then the leak can't be traced back to you.
But what if they do?
Hailey's looking at jail-time.
This is a matter of national security.
Well, I can't risk getting involved.
Please!
Hailey is like a daughter to me.
Now, you fought to protect this country before.
Help us do it again.
He cannot leave with that machine.
I think you're too late.
From what I heard, heard,
his flight leaves tonight.
Oh, crap...
From San Francisco International?
One would assume.
Thank you, Mrs. Mitchell.
That's enough to go on.
Good luck.
What did you find?
Our bastard cellist flies out tonight.
Which gives us time to still find Jean,
so what have you got?
Well, we've narrowed down
three places we think she might be:
this North Beach Port,
a hotel downtown,
or Christopher Park to the south.
Well, that narrows it down.
We don't have all the variables.
And you said hotel, right?
I overheard the word "Chancellor" several times
at the police station.
Which is about right
for the redacted word we found in those classified files.
And it may be the Chancellor Hotel.
Fancy place?
By Russian standards? Sure.
Egyptian cotton sheets...
What?
Iliya said the KGB like to keep themselves,
and their prisoners,
in a bit of luxury.
So if the Ruskies have her,
my bet is it's some snazzy hotel.
So we're betting on the Chancellor?
I know I am.
We could call the police and tell them where to find her.
Would they believe us?
If they did,
it might make things even worse.
They'd go in guns blazing for their Russian target.
Jean would be caught in a crossfire.
The Chancellor Hotel isn't small.
It's 15 floors chock full of rooms.
So we draw 'em out.
Then make a clean escape.
We'd be flying blind.
Listen, it's too big a risk.
If you ladies don't want to be involved--
Of course I do.
Me too.
Olivia?
We'll need one hell of a plan.
Please and good day,
I am looking to leave message for guest you have.
The name?
That is problem.
I have package, but I lose name.
I will be fire if I do not deliver.
I'm afraid we have a lot of guests--
Oh, but how many speaking Russian?
Oh, I can't give out guest information.
But he want letter, he expect letter.
I must deliver or face such troubles.
Name's not on the envelope?
He is sure in hotel luxury penthouse.
He's always luxury.
But which one?
Leave it with me.
You are angel. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Penthouse 1504.
So I take the room beneath.
I'll walk up now. Good luck.
Hello. Iris Bearden.
I have a reservation for room 1404.
Okay.
It's our one-year anniversary,
can you believe it?
I can't.
It's the same room
we spent our honeymoon in.
Fond memories.
I'm afraid there is no record of your reservation.
But I made a precise reservation
for a precise room--
Well, it's precisely with someone else.
So you're saying I'm not welcome?
No. No, no, no.
Good.
Then what are we going to do about this?
Well...
A lot of our rooms look alike.
Well, then how about the same room, one floor below?
Guaranteed, my husband
won't be eyeing the decor.
Ma'am?
Today is your lucky day.
Thank you.
You're welcome. Enjoy your stay.
I will.
What are you doing?
Oh! I am just in need of an extra towel.
This is not a smorgasbord.
You can't just help yourself.
Ma'am. I'm just a guest in need of--
Finally, someone who can help.
Did you know about the flood?
What flood?
There's water coming out of room 1109.
Aw, jeez...
The carpet is soaked.
This damned building...
1404 wasn't available, so we're one floor down.
Hailey's going to be here soon.
You think that pillow
is going to stop people hearing what you're up to in this place?
American ingenuity give us this wonderful silencer.
Well, can I at least write a note to my friends?
To say goodbye?
No.
You will disappear. No trace.
Looking good, Sarge.
Any troubles?
Don't jinx us.
Change of plans: we're in 1304.
I know it's another storey to climb--
Hey. The only way out is through.
Hailey. It only has to stick.
If it's too easy to fix,
they'll be done too fast and the whole plan's ruined.
Sorry to bother you. Sir.
I know you must be busy, Sir.
Sorry to bother you.
Hi. Hi there.
Hi. I know you must be busy, Sir, but--
Hello there, Sir.
I'm sorry to bother you.
Got it. Ready?
Ready.
Hello there, Sir.
Sorry to bother you.
Sorry to bother you, Sir,
but the elevator is jammed,
and with the second one out of order,
no one goes up or down until it gets fixed.
Why tell me? Call repairman.
Except...
it'll be hours before he gets here,
and you know he always takes his time,
all so he can bill more.
Thing is,
a little bit of elbow grease
could see it humming again.
Would you mind?
With the two of you, it won't take but a minute--
Or one.
Help me with the window. It's jammed.
Okay.
We need to get one floor out, to the penthouse.
Well, let's just hope the elevator holds.
Oh, yeah, it's really jammed.
Perhaps if you got your friend...
Wait.
I don't want you to hurt yourself.
I feel bad enough already.
It really is a two-man job.
Oh, Jean!
It's okay.
Thank God, you're here.
It's okay.
I thought we'd lost you.
Gentlemen, I'm forever grateful,
and I'm sure you'll appreciate a mechanized means of descent.
Olivia, thank you so much.
Your family must be wondering.
Oh, let them.
You ever know me to leave a job half-done?
Whoever killed those men is still out there.
This will get me settled.
Thank you.
What'd you hear inside?
Russian mostly,
but I managed to grab this.
There's some letters in our alphabet.
"CAF - SVO."
A note in Russian.
"Await signal. Clear out.
West dump site.
Then meet for transfer.
CAF to SVO."
They've got to be airports.
Years ago, they gave every airfield in the world
a three-letter code,
all in our alphabet.
So that would be departing CAF.
What would that be?
We have Alameda to the east,
Hamilton Field to the west...
There was that strip near the Presidio, remember?
Trouble with fog,
they moved operations to Hamilton.
It's still a civilian field, though,
for anyone willing to brave it.
Anything else?
Just from my old chum, Nigel.
He told me that Russian chatter
is obsessed with decrypting messages out of Saigon.
Something about "Saigon Y."
As we know,
"Y" is code-name for the intercept stations
where they collected messages during the War.
Saigon's where Marcus is,
training men to fight the communist army.
If the Reds are decrypting American messages,
what do they need?
An understanding of our encipherment process.
That would help
a great deal.
We never cracked Enigma
until the Poles gave us an early German prototype.
We cracked the Japanese system with a rep--
a replica of their machine.
Oh, my God.
These seven digits...
It's our patent number--
for the machine we built.
The whole time, it was in plain text,
that's why we couldn't identify the cipher--
because there wasn't one.
That's why they stole it--
because they're trying to build their own.
It's not a message from Saigon on its way over there.
It's our machine.
Here it is.
CAF is Chrissy Field.
It's time I called in a favour.
I thought you were bringing federal officials.
Let's just say,
there wasn't time to persuade them.
Well, I've managed a delay,
paid off the mechanic and his fuelling crew
to take their time,
but it won't last long.
Thank you, Nigel.
It's good to be useful again.
We need to get that machine from Iliya
before he boards that plane.
Stay here. I'll move in.
We need to maintain the element of surprise.
Where's Hailey going?
Good Lord.
She doesn't even know where he is.
Iliya!
We were on track until you lost the Brit.
I did my part, Zuyev.
I will not take blame for this!
You scout these women, promise they are easy marks.
You were wrong!
I will tell director and you will--
You won't be telling anybody anything.
Where is it?
Where are those plans?
They belong to Soviets now.
I trusted you!
And what,
this whole thing was some kinda long con?
To get to machine,
I get to you.
They'll send me to prison if it leaves our shores.
In my country,
they will make me top cellist.
Your loss, my gain.
That bullet only nicked your lung,
you'll come out of this alive, and...
you're going to spend the rest of your life here.
Why not protect it?
Please, Iliya.
Before it's too late.
It already is.
Someone else on that plane.
Who has it?
Do you hear...
Such beauty in the final notes...
You little bastard.
Who did he work for?
No idea.
He told me he wanted to defect,
but he was just playing me from the start.
I guess they figured I was the easy mark.
The "someone" he was talking about.
They played me, too.
It's curare.
Just the same as Orlov.
We spread out, we search the place.
That machine's got to be here somewhere.
I'll take the east runway.
Iris.
Thank God, you're safe.
My husband told me to come.
He said something was wrong.
Yes, Deborah.
Something's wrong.
Something is very wrong.
Well I'm glad you're here to help where you can.
Now, if you'll excuse me--
It's mine,
what's in that case.
My ideas,
my work.
My mistake.
So don't make another.
No one has to know you were to blame.
You think you can just defect to the Soviet Union
and no one will be the wiser?
I don't have much of a choice.
And your husband?
No clue.
And he could never keep a secret from me.
Whether it was that tart in Budapest he was screwing,
or the identity of a double agent.
You mean Orlov?
He knew we were trying to secure the machine,
that the military had destroyed the prototype.
Getting a copy was our only hope.
So when Vladimir tried to warn Hailey?
Leaks must be plugged, Iris.
That machine isn't worth men's lives.
It's worth much more.
You know that.
I get it.
The war was both blessing and curse.
You found out you were brilliant,
only to have everyone forget that fact
the moment the war ended.
At least the other side saw my value.
We were all pushed aside.
Doesn't mean we turn communist because they talk sweet to us.
Why should I stand up for this country?
It never stood up for me.
The KGB values women,
offered me a chance to be a part of something bigger.
Except we're changing here, Deborah.
We're catching up.
It's slow but it's something.
You walk on that plane?
You got nothing.
I'll have your secrets.
Oh, no.
Now you'll give me the bag.
If you let me go.
Why would I do that?
If the FBI take me in,
I'll tell them there's evidence at your house
on Vladimir Nikolaev--
and how little Hailey Yarner
broke the law when she built this machine.
The first's a felony.
The second...
treason.
And I've seen it, Iris.
There are things you love even more than your country.
You don't want to shoot me, Iris.
It's a slippery slope.
Deborah!
You may have been me.
But I was never you.
No.
Not until today.
Who cracked that Scotch?
I did, Archie.
If ever there was a time for the good stuff,
it's now.
That one's not for sale.
Oh, come on, Archie. Life's short.
I bought that my first day home from the war.
And we're celebrating a victory.
You gals.
I don't know how you do it.
Simple. We put our hearts into it.
Cheers.
Well, if it isn't the man who took down two Russian spies.
With one hand.
I thought you'd be down at the station
having beer poured all over you.
You really think that's how we do things around here?
Mm-hmm.
I have been observing the ways of your people.
I figured I'd let the FBI take credit on this one--
and the paperwork.
Such humility, Bill.
That's practically un-American.
One thing you ladies have taught me
is the value of flying under the radar.
I suppose we do what we do simply by being underestimated.
Well, not by me.
It took you long enough.
I thought you liked a crowd.
I thought I did, too.
Guess that's half my problem.
Well, don't go cooping yourself up.
Take it from a former prisoner.
I feel so stupid.
Which is hardly a new sensation.
Never thought I'd get to do stuff like this,
think the way I get to now.
But then I ask myself,
what's a girl like me doing with the likes of yous?
If I wasn't such an idiot,
you wouldn't've been that prisoner.
Well.
I consider it my one and only chance
to stay in such a nice hotel.
See, now you're just being nice.
No, Hailey, I'm being honest.
You are not stupid.
You are bright and brave,
you think the best of people,
even when life gives you every reason not to.
Yet you have
one of the biggest,
most beautiful hearts I've ever known.
You know, that heart of mine?
Well...
you know I love you.
Yes, dear.
I do.
There's one thing I don't understand.
If your patent was classified,
how did the Russians even know to steal it?
Well, who else knew about the machine?
Just me and Hailey.
And the Board for Technical Grants and Funding.
Are you saying someone on the board
was fighting for the other side?
Someone had to tell Deborah about that machine.
And that someone's still out there.
Ladies.
Come here, you old bag.
I should go away more often.
That'll teach you to let your bun down, Jean.
And to chase some raving vagabond
halfway across the word.
It's true.
I leave a trail of tears in my wake.
Can I top you up?
I thought you'd never ask.
Well I would love to stay,
but I think I'd better shove off.
Why?
You got someplace better to be?
Siddown.
You are a pushy gal, aren't you?
And by the looks of it, that's how you like 'em.
Bottoms up, boys.
- Wait. - What is it?
I just want to say...
thank you to our new friends
for having the guts to come all this way,
to make themselves a new life.
You're showing us just how much we can do here,
the kind of difference we can make.
Well, I guess what I'm saying is...
here's to strength in numbers.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Strength in numbers.