You know that feeling when you go to the circus and watch the tightrope walker? That feeling in the pit of your stomach that one slip and the dangerous balancing act is over. Down she goes. Show over. You want her to make it across but each step’s an agony like learning the dame or Jake you love is stepping out to be in another’s arms. And in either case, you can’t look away.
And for Miles Pike, he walks his own tightrope, trying to balance his secret with his mission and with learning that something deeper is going on. But for Miles, if he missteps, there’s no net at the bottom of his fall.
Tonight we’re gonna talk about some F-words. No, not the kind that would cause your mother to replace your corn flakes with soap flakes. Tonight, Irving Holt deals with his film, Grace Gunn her family, and for Bam Bam – it’s his fight. That doesn’t make things any less foul. But when your foes front, you gotta face those fears. All right, I’m finally finished.
Every once in a while you see something you don’t want to see. Hear something you don’t want to hear. Something you can’t get out of that picture palace in your mind. There’s a showing every 10 minutes, and ushers are making sure you stay in your seat. And for Miles Pike and Irving Holt, two veterans of Weird War One, they’re about to have front row seats once again.
Oh, and just in case… Some things get a little descriptive in this episode.
Trust. It’s hard to find these days. And the path to find someone you can trust is like looking for a piece of hay in a needle stack. You might find it, but it’s gonna hurt along the way. The good doctor, Miles Pike doesn’t know who he can trust in Capone’s Outfit. Irving Holt trusts he just got the photo of a lifetime of the Alley Cat Killer. Bam Bam is trying to learn how to trust anyone outside his own two fists. And Grace Gunn? Well, she’s landed a case. A case that you can trust is going to take her someplace she may not want to go. And yet, when it comes to the cold streets of Chicago, these four are going to have to learn to trust each other before they get burned.
Everybody loves making the easy choices. Cake or a dirt sandwich. A night at the Ritz or a week at Chateau de Hooverville. But when it comes to the tough choices, that’s where the butter really meets the bread. And for Tommy Bam Bam Prue, Miles Pike and Irving Holt, they gotta make a tough choice and maybe face a nasty truth about themselves.
Time we round out this crew. Next up is Miles Pike. He’s a cat who makes it his business to cure your ills, but don’t pay any attention to his vices. This back alley doc spends part of his free time playing sax pick up gigs in dance halls and speakeasys and the rest of his free time replacing the “a” with an “e” in “sax” when it come to playing with the ladies in those clubs.
And if that doesn’t draw enough heat, he’s smack dab in the middle of the three-sided war brewing in Capone’s outfit. If that doesn’t say ‘Physician Heal Thyself’ nothing does.
Every crew needs their bruiser, and with these four, that’d be Tommy “Bam Bam” Prue. Some might want to call him Bam Bam because of his time in the boxing ring. It usually was the last thing the poor schmucks facing him ever heard. But sometimes I wonder if he got the Bam Bam name from what Grace did to him a while back.
spent some time in the Big House for trying to take care of her, but
now he’s out and looking for a rematch with life. Why he’s
hanging out with the woman he tried to kill. Well, that’s a story
for another time.
I told you I’d be back, and you’re soon gonna learn, I don’t lie. Name’s E.I. Wick and it’s time to keep this story moving. Even in these hard times, some folks don’t like the taste of the silver spoon in their mouth and need to make it on their own. The dame you’re about to meet does all that and more. Her name’s Grace Gunn. And like it suggests, she’s the Private Jane with the looks and the tools to make your heart stop. And of all the hard baked cases that have come through her door, this one might just take the cake, the filling and the frosting.
And Grace Gunn is likely going to need her first and last names, if she wants to come out clean on when this is all over.
First up, we’re gonna talk about a palook named Irving Holt. Irving fought in the Great One and came back with a few scars, some more visible than others. Now he takes pictures for a living, mostly glitz and glamour, but with this Alley Cat Killer getting everyone all jumpy, Irving’s looking for the big score. And sometimes, you gotta be careful what you wish for…
I’ve learned many lessons in this long storm of life. I learned not to take the status quo for granted when the Great War took my father before I was a man. I learned that people will believe whatever helps them as I signed up well before eighteen. I learned that people are willing to do anything to win as the Great War turned into the Weird War. I learned that there are still good people when my leg was saved. I learned that everyone lies when the man I trusted to protect my sister disappeared with her. I learned that machines are a far greater curse than they are a blessing.
But more importantly? I learned that people don’t want to know the truth. My family was ruined for telling the truth. Called liars and cheats. The crazy man and his dime novel tales. I didn’t run from it. I faced the storm head on. That’s how I ended up in the Windy City. That’s why I trust my camera more than the lies people cling to. I won’t back down. I’ll make sure they see the truth, whether they like it or not. In the end? My family was right. I’m proud to be Irving Leyland Holt. And the shadows of the world are exposed with the flash of my camera.