There’s few things worse than when you’re putting a puzzle together and can’t find all the pieces. It’s like the devil decided to look at all the hard work you put in on that 1000 piece job and then goes and takes pieces 750 and 825 and stuff them deep in the couch cushions, never to be seen again. But for Grace Gunn and crew, they’re still trying to piece together the edges of this little puzzle.
There’s a lot of strange things in this world. For some folks, they like to say it’s magic, because they don’t understand it. Funny thing is, some of the time – they’re more right than they’d probably want to be. And for Irving Holt and Miles Pike, they’re about to find out that some magic may be darker than a back alley shadow at Midnight.
Oh, and one word of warning, some of the descriptions in this episode, get a little… vivid.
I’m sure you’ve heard about this guy. Went by the name Thomas. Tommy was one of those mooks that you could tell a fishing story to, but if the trout wasn’t in your hands, he wasn’t gonna believe a word you said. And right now, Irving Holt running up against his own Tommy – but he’s just hoping it’s not the one inside his head.
Nothing’s ever simple. And in Chicago in 1933, where the shadows grow nearly as long as the bread lines, everything is seven shades of complicated. And for Grace Gunn and Miles Pike, the paths they’re on are about to hit more twists and turns than the Monaco Grand Prix. But in a world where you swore you saw something you’ve never seen before and a black suited stranger insists you didn’t. What else would you expect?
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.