All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries S03E09 1080p BluRay x264-BEDLAM (1)

(upbeat jazz music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey!
- Oh, you finally made it!

- Excited?
- Mm-hmm!

I am glad I decided
to wear a dress.

- You look beautiful.
- When you said concerto,

- I assumed you meant Massey Hall.
- Natasha Petrov marches

to her own beat. This...

this place is more her style.
She's been in seclusion

for an entire year.
Everyone's excited to meet her.

- Wow.
- (woman laughing)

- (Trudy): Isn't that Nora?
- Yeah, with a new mark.

I mean fella.
(Trudy chuckling)

I didn't know she liked
classical music.

It must have been his idea.

(indistinct chatter)

(Nora laughing)
(kissing sound)

- Nora!
- Oh, Frankie. Hm!

Here at the hottest ticket
in town. How on earth

- did you get in?
- Who's your new friend?

Oh! Patterson Rogers,

this is Frankie. She's my...

...daughter, who was born
when I was very young.

- Obviously.
- Yeah.

- Hi.
- A pleasure, Mr. Rogers.

- Patterson, please.
- Mm-hmm.

- Trudy Clarke.
- Oh, and Trudy.

Patterson deals in exclusive
musical instruments.

He has some pretty
high-class clientele.

- Mm-hmm.
- We should go and take

our seat because we're
way up front in the VIP section.

- Front row.
- Just make sure no music stands

fall and hit you.
(contrived laughing)

- That's not a thing, is it?
- No.

OK.

(Frankie): Either Nora's
really falling for that guy,

or he better hold onto
his cufflinks and his watch.

(woman):...there's no truth
to the rumour that she was

in a motorcycle accident
in Upper New York State.

What is true, though,
is she'll be playing

a Nicolas Lupot violin,
100 years old.

Very rare. Very exciting.

- Very...
- Excuse us, please.

Thank you.

I think she's a bigger fan
than you are.

- She's just showing off.
- (scoffing)

(woman): Is this the best
that you can do?

We might as well be in the
parking lot!

(man): You have no idea how hard it was
to get these tickets!

Just because you drank
a bottle of merlot

the night before they went
on sale and then slept in!

Well, you're lucky
I brought you, vache anglaise!

Hey! Just keep it down!

He just called me
an English cow!

Well, take it outside,
or I'll call a constable

friend of mine to come down
and take you guys

down to the station.
(woman scoffing)

Enjoy the music.

If they carry on like
that during the show,

I will drag them
out of here myself.

I just have to say
that that was amazing.

Do you really work
with the police?

In a manner of speaking.

We're private detectives.

- Oh, how interesting!
- I'm Simone Jordane,

nowhere near as fascinating.

- I'm Frankie Drake.
- And I'm Trudy Clarke.

Well, thank you
for shutting their mouths.

I love Natasha's music so much.
I would hate for them

- to ruin it.
- Me too!

- What's your favourite piece?
- Oh, there're so many.

But there is...
one I would love to hear.

I'd also really love
to meet her.

Have you seen the stage door?

Well, Frankie and Trudy,
it's been a pleasure.

(Nora whispering indistinctly)

(fast-paced piano music)

I thought you said
this was a violin piece.

- Oh, it is.
- So, where's the violinist?

(Trudy): She'll make an
entrance, you can bet on that.

(fast-paced violin music)

Oh...

(tense music)

(rising music)

(violin screeching)
(woman screaming)

- (woman): What's happening?
- Please, someone help!

My violin!
(all gasping)

- (Nora): Frankie!
- (theme music)

(woman scat singing)

- (Natasha): Low priority!
- Can you believe it?

See? This is why I don't
trust the police.

They don't assign a lot of
resources to thefts like these.

Well, that's apparent, and
that is why I shall hire you.

That violin has been to 16
different countries with me.

I played it
for the last king of Prussia!

Do you have any idea
who would do this?

- Maybe someone with a grudge?
- Oh, this wasn't personal.

People love me. This was about
money and that violin is worth

a lot of it.

- Is it insured?
- Of course!

But that hardly matters.
That violin is the most

perfect instrument I've
ever laid my brilliant hands on.

It sounds like
the music in my head.

Well then, we better get it
back for you.

I can check the music hall and
see if we could find a witness.

- I'll come with you.
- Oh... OK.

- Frankie, what are you gonna do?
- Well, luckily I just met

- the top music dealer in town.
- Oh.

(sultry jazz music)

- Could I have another?
- You know, just when it's convenient.

- Thank you, sweetie.
- Have lunch prepared.

You've certainly made yourself
right at home.

Patterson would have it
no other way.

- Isn't that right, darling?
- She's right about that.

Nora's become a ray of sunshine
in my life.

Just make sure
you don't get burned.

- Excuse me?
- The musical instrument game

certainly has been good to you.

Well, yes. I've been lucky
to cultivate a loyal clientele.

I hope you haven't
come here just to gawk.

What's the black market like
in your business?

- Flourishing.
- Frankie!

You are not suggesting
that he stole Natasha's violin?

He had his hand on my thigh
the entire night.

I really don't need
to hear about that.

It's called an alibi,
sweetheart.

I was wondering
if the thief, perhaps,

- was looking for a buyer.
- Stolen merchandise is

a very real problem
in my business.

I've been careful to avoid it.

Do your competitors
share the same scruples?

There aren't
any other dealers in town

with that kind of money,
not for a violin of that stature.

So, the thief could
be long gone.

Yeah, I'd say. Wouldn't be
surprised if both violin

and thief were on a boat
to Europe right now.

I hope for Natasha's sake
that they aren't, but...

- Thank you for the information.
- Oh, you should stay.

- I've ordered lunch.
- I'm still working on the case.

- Oh, well.
- Right. Besides, I want

- this guy all to myself anyway.
- Tell me...

- Yes?
- How did you two meet?

It's funny, that. It was
a complete chance encounter.

It was almost as if
she sought me out.

Oh, well... Nora always did
have a good eye.

Patterson...

do you know another expert
Frankie could go and talk to?

Yes... Tamara Gordon.

She could tell you the entire
history of that violin.

She was at the concert
last night.

Right. She was the one
holding court in the aisle.

Mm-hmm. She's a bit much, yes,
but she does know her stuff.

I can get you
her telephone number.

- That would be great.
- Thank you.

Maybe I will stay
for a drink after all.

Really?

- Perfect.
- (Frankie chuckling)

(man): I just don't
want to get fired.

(Trudy): Why, you guilty
of somethin'?

- Just being terrible at my job.
- You said it, not me.

- I should've stopped him.
- He pushed right past me.

I got a nasty bruise on my hip.
You want proof?

No, we'd rather not.

So, you were close enough
to see him?

- It was too dark.
- But he definitely went through

- that stage door?
- And got in a taxi.

It had a number on it.
Would that help?

More than those bruises.

3-27.

- Thanks.
- Next time, grab the violin.

(mysterious jazz music)

(Tamara): When the Mona Lisa
was stolen 10 years ago,

they went so far
as to arrest Pablo Picasso.

Sounds like
you made that up.

Mm. 100% true. Someone in
his circle had actually

already given him
a piece of stolen art, so...

the gendarme suspect him.
The police!

Yes, I am aware.

So you're saying this is
the Mona Lisa of violins?

It's a French equivalent
to the Stradivarius.

A real treasure! A work of art.

- And how much is it worth?
- Who cares?

It's a piece of history we're
talking about here, culture.

Who knows whose hands
it passed through.

And how much is this history

and culture worth
in exact dollars?

It could fetch... 50,000.

Well, if you're
so interested in it,

how do I know
you didn't take it?

I would give anything
to study it, but that would

deprive the world
of hearing Natasha play it.

If I had any money,

I would hire you
to find it for her.

Well, one client per case.

- Please keep me updated.
- I will.

Right after I hear from Picasso.

You're popular today.

- Why is that?
- Someone else is here

looking for your services.

I'm not sure
if you remember me?

Simone, from the music hall.

Ah, of course: the memory
of a private investigator.

This doesn't seem
like a chance encounter.

- It's not.
- OK.

Follow me.

(sultry jazz music)

(indistinct chatter)

I did come to the right girl.

- What's your pleasure, ladies?
- Two please.

- Right away.
- So what can I help you with?

I would like to hire you.

Oh. Seems to be
the theme of the day.

- My car was stolen last night.
- I'm desperate to find it.

You think it has something
to do with the missing violin?

- No, I don't think so.
- I went for dinner

after the performance was
cut short. I parked it outside

the restaurant. Thank you.

I have my hands tied
at the moment.

- Please. It's quite important.
- I'm just about to interrogate

a bunch of musical
instrument dealers.

I'd be very grateful.

I have a friend
who is very qualified.

She's looking for a little
excitement in her life.

Let's talk to her.

Of course I'll do it!

Are you sure
this is a good idea?

There's a lot more to Mary
than just her uniform.

- Aren't you needed here?
- Well, I'm only on shift

'til this evening. But we could
meet tomorrow morning.

- Say 6AM?
- 6AM?

Well, it's best
to get an early start.

- Right. How about 9:30?
- Perfect!

That will give me
time to prepare.

Great.

You know, I've been meaning to
say how much I love your music.

- I'm a huge fan.
- I know.

- How'd you know?
- I've been doing this

a long time. I can just tell.
You a musician?

A singer. I've always wanted
to play the violin,

- but money was tight growing up.
- Never too late.

Sir?

- Sorry, ladies. Carburettor's busted.
- No rides today.

Oh, no. We just wanted to get
some information from you.

Your dispatcher said we could
find you here.

Listen, if you've got
a complaint or something...

- Oh, no.
- It's nothing like that.

You picked someone up
from the Music Hall last night.

We just need to know
where you dropped them off.

Oh, privileged information,
sweetheart.

You know,
if you're having car troubles,

it probably means
you're not making any money.

So, suppose...

we ask you for a ride
across town?

You won't have to press
on the gas.

Alright, yeah.

I remember that guy.

Dropped him off
at 490 Britannia Avenue.

Hold on! Did you say
Britannia Avenue?

- Last stop of the night.
- Connor!

Connor? Who's Connor?

You might want
to call Frankie.

What?

(tense jazz music)

Mm... Hm...

Oh! Oh, yeah. That's nice. Ah!

(door opens)
Oof!

(door closes)

Frankie?

You know that key I gave you
was for emergencies, right?

Hold on! This is an emergency:
an emergency of the heart.

I need to talk to you
about something personal.

Tell me this has something
to do with your new fella?

Look, do me a favour,
would you?

You know, if you see him again?

Could you just
not mention anything

about those crazy little schemes
I used to pull?

Don't tell me you're trying
to con him, Nora.

- He's seems like a nice guy.
- What? No! Of course

I'm not trying to con him,
Frankie! I just don't

- want to ruin this.
- You really like him,

- don't you?
- Just... just promise me.

- OK?
- Yeah. OK, OK. I promise.

Thank you, doll.

It's nice to see you
actually care about something.

Alright, alright. No need
to make a moment out of it.

(phone ringing)

Drake Private Detectives.

Yeah. I'll be right there.

- You can lock up, right?
- Just one more short one

and I'm out of here.
(chuckling)

(fast-paced jazz music)

Open the door, Connor!

- Who's Connor?
- That's what I said.

- Natasha.
- What a pleasant surpr...

- Oh!
- Where's my violin! You lazy...

(overlapping yelling)

- They just left with it!
- You just missed them.

- Where is it?
- Both of you, just calm down.

- Keep her away from me!
- She's crazy!

Please tell us
what is going on here.

Frankie, Trudy, meet my idiot
ex-husband, Connor Griffin.

Pleasure to make
your acquaintance.

No, no!

(soft jazz music)

Doesn't count as theft.
I paid for it, so it belongs to me.

So you just ran up on stage
and snatched it

- out of her hands?
- It was a gift.

Then she walked out on me,
left me high and dry.

Because I found you
in bed with a clarinetist.

Seriously, Connor!
A clarinetist?

Why don't you just tell us
what happened?

- I don't know. We had a couple drinks.
- I told her she had

a nice horn.
One thing led to another...

- No. What happened here.
- Oh, right.

They must have came in
when I was sleeping.

- I didn't even hear them.
- Them?

- Yeah. There's more than one.
- One cracked me

in the skull and the other one
grabbed the violin.

- So you admit you stole it?
- (Connor groaning)

(Trudy sighing)
- OK, Natasha.

I spent every last dime
I had on that thing.

- (Natasha): If this is about money.
- If you needed money...

- What? I'm going to ask you?
- Actually, no!

I was going to suggest
you get a real job.

- I'm an entrepreneur!
- (Trudy): Frankie?

(Natasha): That might as well
be French for "unemployed".

And what's French
for pretentious lunatic?

You're quickly reminding me
why I disappeared for a year!

- Patterson Rogers.
- Was he in on this?

I left a message
with the gal at the shop.

A hotshot like that,
I thought he'd pay a good price.

- Did he call you back?
- No.

Did anyone else know
that you had the violin?

No. I got hit in the head
before I could call anyone.

- (Natasha): Oh, Connor.
- You're tragic.

Think Patterson's the one
who attacked this guy?

I think that's a question
we have to ask.

Hope that answer doesn't mean
bad news for Nora.

I'll go over there
tomorrow morning.

If he's got Nora
mixed up in this,

he's gonna have to deal with me.

So what do you think?
Should we call the police?

Guess that's a no.

- (Nora): So, uh...
- Thanks for helping Frankie out

with this violin thing.
When she gets on a case

- oof...
- she's got tunnel vision.

Well, I just hope
she has some good luck.

What? You, uh... you don't
think she's going to find it?

Oh, rare instrument like that?

Like I said, it's long gone.

Well, you don't know
my Frankie. Huh.

So, uh... well, what makes
that violin so special, anyway?

Mm. It's just the sort
of thing that stirs legends.

You know, I once heard
it belonged to a Russian czar

who didn't even know
how to play it.

- Oh, what a waste!
- Having a fine instrument like that

and not being able
to fiddle with it.

Hm. Another story?

- Yeah?
- It was made specially

for Beethoven
and it was the last instrument

he ever heard
before he went deaf.

- Oh, that's good.
- Hm.

- But is it true?
- Well, who knows?

Sometimes the story is
the most important thing.

More important than the truth?

Mm, my dear, the truth...

is what the buyer will believe.

Ah. Well... you're a good man
for helping out.

So I, uh, I'll see you
again tonight?

Shame you have to leave.

Well, a gal's gotta
freshen up.

Well, still, though:
wouldn't it be more convenient

if your stuff were already here?

Are you, um... are you asking
me a question, Patterson?

I never ask a question unless
I already know the answer.

Well, I don't know the answer
until I hear the question.

Which will be asked

at the appropriate time.

In the appropriate place.

Well, until the appropriate
time and place.

(both chuckling)

Ah. Hm.

(Patterson sighing)

(mysterious jazz music)

Oh...

(birds chirping)

I have this coffee

imported specially
from Venezuela. Thank you.

I think you'll agree
it's well worth the expense.

(sigh)

Patterson, your name came up
in a troubling way

- during our investigation.
- Ooh! How ominous.

- How so?
- We found the man

- who stole the violin.
- Do you have it?

No. It was stolen from him
before we could get to it,

but he said that he left
a message for you at your shop.

And you think that I bought
stolen merchandise?

- Well, I assure you...
- I know you didn't buy it.

He was beaten
and robbed last night.

Well, that sounds
like karma to me.

The thing is
he didn't tell anyone else

- that he had the violin.
- Ah!

(chuckling)
- I see. So, you think I heard

the message, then attacked the man?
Frankie, I haven't been

in a fight since I was
10 years old.

And why should I believe you?

You said it happened
last night, yes?

- Mm-hm.
- Ask Nora. She was with me

the whole time. In fact,
you just missed her.

- I just had to ask.
- Hm. Oh. No offence taken.

- So, you and Nora.
- Is it serious?

From my side
of the fence, yes.

Hm.

Thanks for the coffee.

- It definitely tastes expensive.
- It does, doesn't it?

♪♪♪

- Thank you for meeting me.
- That is a lot of notebooks.

Oh, well, this case has
my full attention.

I was up most of the night
and I have made a complete

and comprehensive plan
of investigation.

- The police are wasting you.
- That's nice of you to say.

I can see why you like working
with Frankie and Trudy so much.

Oh, are they having any luck
with the missing violin?

Well, they found
the man who stole it.

But then someone else
stole it from him.

So, it's a big mess.

An exciting mess. Any idea
who the second culprits were?

Well, not yet,
but they'll find him.

Now... Oh!

Wendy, I am so sorry.

No problem. If that were
enough to knock me over,

I wouldn't have
lasted a day in this business.

Alright. So where exactly was

- your car parked?
- Ah, let's see. I left the show

and I came to
the restaurant here,

so my car was just around
the corner, right here.

And how long were you
in the restaurant?

- Quite some time.
- I sent my food back twice.

You sent your food back?

Yes. It wasn't
properly prepared.

Oh, cripes. I don't think
I'd have the nerve

- to do something like that.
- Well, my motto is

you should always get
what you asked for,

especially if you're
paying for it.

Anyhow, when I left the
restaurant my car was gone.

And it was...

Oh.

- What's wrong?
- Well, um...

...parking is strictly
prohibited in this area, so...

most likely your car was towed.
By the police.

Well that's a bother.

Do you think you could
help me get it back?

Of course.

(rhythmic jazz music)

You decided not to break in
this time.

You accused Patterson
of being involved?

- I simply hinted.
- What are you thinking?!

- I was following a lead!
- Well, follow it somewhere else.

He was by my side

- the entire night.
- Think about it this way:

at least we both know
he's on the level now.

Well, I should hope
my future fiancé would be.

- What?
- Yeah! Well, no,

not... he hasn't asked me yet.
But I have a feeling

the big question is
about to be popped.

Oh, get over here.

- Are you happy for me?
- Yeah. Sure.

- Yeah, you should be.
- Listen, don't screw it up

with any more wild accusations.

And Frankie?

Would you give me away?

- Gladly.
- Thank you.

♪♪♪

State your business.

Well, hi Bob. I was wondering
if you might be able

- to check...
- Name.

Bob, it's me. It's Mary Shaw.

- Oh. Yeah, right.
- Didn't recognize you

- without the uniform.
- Oh, we've only been working

together for three years.

- Three years, huh.
- That's remarkable.

- Mary, is it?
- Yes.

And I can't believe
that you'd...

I need to trace a car
that was towed two nights ago.

- Trace takes 48 hours.
- It's been 48 hours

- since the car was towed.
- 48 hours from the time

- of the request.
- All you have to do

- is check your list.
- Oh, oh, oh. Whoa.

- A lot on the go right now.
- Yes, I can see that.

- You're run off your feet.
- Lot happening

- under the surface.
- I'm a fellow officer.

- Surely you can look...
- Definitely not a fellow.

Or an officer.

48 hours.

(tense jazz music)

Doesn't matter how many times
I prove myself.

It never changes.

- You know what your problem is?
- You asked him.

- You didn't tell him.
- You haven't spent much time

- around policemen, have you?
- You can't be so deferential.

There's something you want,
something you need,

you go after it.
No matter what it takes.

Like you sending back
your dinner?

- Yes, like dinner.
- Who wants an overcooked steak

- when you asked for it rare?
- Or potatoes mashed

- when you ordered au gratin.
- Exactly.

Or salad when you
specifically asked for soup.

I think you've
got the point, yes.

You know, it would be so easy
for him to just check

- a few lists for a colleague.
- So march right up there

and tell him that.
Take what you want.

You're right. I will!

- OK, go!
- No, I'm go... I'm going.

I just have to practise
in my head for a minute.

I'm hearing you found the guy,
but lost the violin again!

Where'd you hear that?

The musicology grapevine
hears everything.

So. Is it true?

We're working on it.

- This is a disaster.
- First, she gets a piece

of history ripped
right out of her hands,

- and now...
- Hey!

While you're busy
talking about music,

I'm dedicating my life
to playing it.

Oh my Lord. It's you.

- I'm honoured.
- I can see that.

Now, perhaps you'd
let Detective Drake

- do her job?
- Please, call me Frankie.

Why don't the two of you
have a seat?

Hmph!

Tamara, you seem awfully
invested in a violin

that doesn't belong to you.

So what is it
that you're not telling us?

(Tamara sighing)

About six months ago,
I heard a rumour.

I assume we're all familiar
with Claude Debussy?

- "Clair de Lune."
- It's beautiful.

For those of us who are
more interested in jazz?

Oh! Debussy was
a French composer who died

about five years ago.
He was one of the true greats.

(Tamara): When Debussy was
a young man,

maybe 23 years old,

he stayed here for several
months in Canada.

You're not about to tell me
that Natasha's violin

used to belong to him?

That's exactly
what I'm telling you.

But there's a lot more
to the story than that.

He fell in love
with a French-Canadian woman

and they lived together in
a cabin just north of Toronto.

He was a handsome man
and brilliant.

I would have chopped
a little wood with him too.

Hm.

In any case, he wrote a violin
concerto for his love,

which he gave to her,
along with his most cherished violin,

before he went back to Paris.
The concerto...

was never found.

The lost violin concerto
belongs to Debussy?

Mm-hm. Legend has it
Natasha's violin holds

- the clue to finding it.
- Well, if that's the case,

I've certainly never seen it!

So who's this mystery woman
that he wrote it for?

No one knows.

Piece of music like that could
be worth a lot of money.

Is that why you didn't tell us
in the first place?

You wanted to find it for
yourself and try to sell it?

(laughing)
- Don't be absurd!

Would I sell
the air that I breathe?

Or an October sunset?

This concerto should
be shared with the world.

Long as I get my violin back.

Well, I think we need
to speak with your ex-husband.

He's the one
who bought it for you.

I'm going to have
to skip that. Pretty sure Connor

thinks we're back together
after last night.

- It's very awkward.
- We'll look into that for you.

- I'll meet you at Jelly's afterward.
- I could use a drink. Or five.

Someone should
definitely go with her.

- I'll go!
- No, that's OK.

I, uh... I think I know
the perfect person.

(door opening)

- Who was Claude "De-buzzy"?
- It's pronounced "Debussy".

- Nah, I prefer baseball.
- I can list the top nine

of the Brooklyn Robins.
Composers? Not so much.

So you're telling me
you never heard about the legend

- behind your ex-wife's violin?
- Where is Natasha, anyway?

We're getting
back together y'know?

You need to tell us where
and when you got that violin.

I got that at an estate sale
about a year and a half ago.

Saw it, it looked pretty,
so I bought it.

I thought it might save our marriage.

But at least it's given us
a second chance, right?

- (Flo): Hi Natasha.
- This seat taken?

Sorry! No autographs today.

The only autograph I want
is Niels Henrik Bohr.

Oh. Who are you, anyway?

Flo. Frankie thought you might
appreciate some company.

- Well, I don't.
- But I'll tolerate it.

- Listen, sister.
- I'm just here to help.

I'm sorry.

Who's this Niels
something-something?

- Sounds like a flautist.
- Handsome Danish physicist?

- Won the Nobel prize this year?
- Oh!

- What are you drinking?
- Gin Rickey, easy on the Rickey.

- Hey, Wendy.
- Flo, been a while.

- What're you having?
- I'll have two

of what she's drinking.

What? You run out of gin?
(laughing)

(ominous music)

Stand up, Natasha.

Slowly.

(woman): You're coming
with us.

(fast-paced jazz music)

- (Frankie): What happened?
- (sighing)

There were two of them:
a man and a woman.

They came in, pointed a gun at
Natasha and took her with them.

- And Flo?
- She tried to stand up to them.

She said that she would call the cops
and then she mentioned you, Frankie.

As soon as they heard that,
they took her too.

- Can you describe them?
- She was, ah, short.

Dark hair. He was a bit taller,

dark hair too.
He had a French accent.

Wait, that sounds like
the bickering couple

- from the concert.
- It does.

Can you call Mary and get her
to meet us at the office?

- Will do.
- Thanks.

♪♪♪

Officer.

What is it now, Maureen?

- It's Mary.
- And you should know that.

I'm your colleague
and I deserve your respect.

Ah. Oh, oh, oh.

Definitely not a fellow.
Or an officer.

- Whatever you say.
- I know how easy it is

for you to check your list for
my friend's car and I demand

that you do so immediately.
Her name is Simone Jordane.

- Oh! You demand, do you?
- Yes.

And if you don't help us,

the Lieutenant will find out
about how you've been

late for work
every day this week.

Fine. Whatever you need.

Huh. Her car's in the,
ah, lot around back.

- That was easy.
- Wasn't it?

Just a $5 fine and, uh,

she can take it right away.

- Thank you, Bob.
- You're welcome... Mary.

(phone ringing)

You were great. How did you
know he'd been late all week?

I didn't. I was bluffing.

(Bob): Mary! Phone for you.

Ahem!

Mary Shaw, Morality Officer.

I'll be right there.

I need to get to Frankie's
right away.

- Oh, well, I'll drive you.
- It's the least I can do.

(fast-paced jazz music)

- And lock the door, too.
- Come on! Use your head.

- I'm holding the gun.
- You do it.

(woman): It still sticks
because you never oiled it.

Because you never told me
we were out of oil.

Just give me the gun
and lock the door!

(Flo): You two obviously have
stuff to discuss.

We could come back later.

Shut up and don't move.

You give that violin
back to me right now!

Right after you tell us
how to use it

- to find Debussy's lost concerto.
- You had a gun.

Did you really need
to bash Connor's head?

That is what I said,
but this guy gets over-excited.

That's what I get for trying
to keep you safe?

Now! The concerto.

This violin is a clue to find it.
Show us how.

I never even heard

of that concerto
until a few hours ago.

You're wasting
your time with me!

- Liar.
- I never lie to a gun in my face.

- She's telling the truth.
- It's a mystery to us.

Stay right here.

I think
she's telling the truth.

- Oh, please, Marcel!
- Of course you believe her.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means...

If they look like they're
coming back, whistle.

I'll just be a sec.
(indistinct arguing)

- What do we know?
- Well, we know who they are.

We just need to find them.

- If they hurt Flo...
- who are these people?

There was a couple
at the Music Hall: a French man

- and an English woman.
- Right. They were bickering.

You're lucky I brought you,
vache anglaise!

- I remember them.
- They introduce themselves?

- I'm afraid not.
- But I heard them talking

to that other woman.
The one who was holding court,

giving everyone
a lesson in music history.

Tamara. Do you
think she's involved?

- I don't think so.
- They were telling her

about a classical record store
they own. On Dundas.

Let's go.

(ship's bell sounding)

(tense jazz music)

Blinds are drawn.

- Says it's closed.
- You buying it?

No.

Oh.

- Good old Flo.
- What are we walking into?

(Frankie sighs)

- They're in there.
- And we know they have a gun.

Which means we can't break
the window and storm inside.

Plus we have no idea
how dangerous these people are.

Well, if we could create
a distraction out front,

then Trudy and I could sneak
around back and surprise them.

Yeah, but they already
know my face, so...

- I can do it.
- No, no, I should go.

Gotta go after
what we want, right?

- Right. You got this.
- So what do I ask for?

Oh... Stravinsky. You do that,

- they'll know you're a real music lover.
- Stravinsky. Got it.

- Wanna keep watch?
- Yeah. On it.

Let's go get our girl back.

♪♪♪

How are we
going to get the gun?

Improvise.

(heavy exhale)

(banging on door)

(banging on door)

- What? We're closed.
- Hello, sir. Do you have

a recording
of the new Stravinsky?

- Yes, we do.
- (woman): Close the door.

- Come back tomorrow.
- Oh, no, no, no, please!

I... I've come all this way
and I've heard that

- you have the best record store in town.
- Come another day and I'll...

- I'll give you a 10% discount, OK?
- Would you stop offering

discounts to... to every pretty
young woman you see? You pig!

Helen, that's not
what's going on here!

I didn't even notice that...
that she was pretty.

Oh! So you admit
that she's pretty?

(Frankie): Drop the gun unless
you want to know what a bullet

- in the back feels like.
- Drop it.

(clattering)

You had to open the door.

Let's go. Move!

- You should go Mary.
- No. I want to stay.

If the police show up,
you're in a lot more trouble

- than we are.
- OK.

Cut us a break. We were just
trying to keep the shop afloat.

We wanted to record
the lost concerto and... and...

and sell it here,
like an exclusive!

Just don't shoot, OK?

Don't worry. I won't.

(chuckling)

- This is all your fault!
- She got a point, you know.

- Thank you.
- That was amazing!

- You gals are top notch.
- Your message in the window was

- pretty great.
- Cat-like dexterity.

We did it
and not a scratch on her.

- Everything OK?
- Went surprisingly well. Yeah.

(dramatic sound indication)

Oh, come on!

Nobody move.

Simone, nobody needs
to get hurt.

I agree. Just do what I say.

Look under the neck
of the violin.

There's a piece of paper
in there.

(suspenseful classical music)

Hurry up.

Give it to me.

- You stay where you are.
- You seem like a really nice

group of women. Just stay where
you are and it won't get messy.

(grunting)

Oh!

(yelping)

This is your only warning.

I'm sorry. I really am.

(tense jazz music)

Mm-hm. That's it.

That's it? Doesn't look
like much of a concerto to me.

- That's because it's not.
- Well, it must have something

- to do with the concerto.
- Maybe try to play it?

I could try.

(halting music)

- It's a little odd.
- Well, that's because it's not

written for a violin. Violin is
written in the treble clef.

That has some bass clef in it.
I can't really play it.

- Well, maybe that's the point.
- What do you mean?

Maybe it's not about the song,
but about the notes.

A code.

Wait, hold on. If you add
a high A and a low D,

you got space for 26 notes
on a full music staff.

- The full alphabet.
- Right. And if each note

corresponds with a letter,
which translates to...

C, E, L, L...

"Cello 16 UT"?

- (Frankie): It's a start.
- (Trudy): What does it mean?

I think I know the person
who can help.

- I know what this means.
- This is the cataloguing system

for the University of Toronto
Faculty of Music.

I do a lot of work
for them, finding deals

on used instruments
for the students.

It's a good place
to hide a lost concerto.

Mm-hmm. And this is
for a loaner cello,

- number 16.
- OK, we need to get there fast!

- We could use an expert.
- You feel like coming for a ride?

(Trudy): And you could get us
into the music department.

Well, we'd have to be
back here pretty quick.

Nora's going to meet me
here later. We've got

- a pretty big night planned.
- I know she hates

to be kept waiting.

(receding footsteps)

(ominous cello music)

OK. 14, 15,

and this is it, cello 16.

(Frankie): Let's bring
it down and put it over there.

Yeah.

Wait...

There's something
written in here.

"Clair de Lune."

Where do you
keep the sheet music?

Follow me.

Alright. That top shelf.

You have Bach, Beethoven,

Chopin, Debussy...

and "Clair de Lune".

There.

Thanks.

Looks normal.

On the edge
of my seat here, ladies.

- Doesn't have a title.
- It's just his signature.

It's Debussy...

- This is it.
- This is his lost concerto.

- Wow.
- This is incredible.

(door opens)

(suspenseful music)

- (Frankie): You're too late, Simone.
- We found it.

Can't believe you cracked
the code faster than me.

Give me what you found.

It's over.

This isn't me.

I didn't want it to go this way.

Then put the gun down and
we'll all leave together, OK?

Can I at least see it?

How do we know
that we can trust you?

Take it.

Wasn't trying to get rich.

I just wanted it
back in my family.

What do you mean?

Debussy's lover...

( "Clair de Lune" by Debussy )
- That's your mother.

He wrote it for her years ago.

She never told anyone...

not until her deathbed.

It was her beautiful
little secret.

Then why did she hide it
if you already knew?

Oh, she worked here
most of her life.

She loved music.
But her mind was going.

Near the end,
she was always hiding things.

- The violin?
- It got mixed up

in her estate sale.
I couldn't find it.

But then when Natasha announced
her return show...

(Trudy): You saw the poster.

And I saw the violin.

So were you planning
to steal it?

No! I... I wanted to talk
to her after the show.

I didn't want the violin.
I just wanted the music.

So, why didn't you
just tell us the truth?

You saw how many people were
after it, lying and stealing.

How did I know
that I could trust you?

So, you hired Mary
to keep tabs on us.

I hated lying to her.

But the concerto...

it just means too much to me.

It was a love note to my mum.

You know what? It belongs to
your family. You should have it.

What?

It's yours.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you.

Come on.

You've got to be kidding me!

(rising jazz music)

Patterson.

(Nora): So, what's
the big surprise?

Oh! A trip to New York?
No... a cruise!

We'll head over to your place
and we'll pack a bag.

Yeah, but am I packing
for a temperate climate,

or do I need a jacket?

I think the more important
question is how are you

- planning to pay for it all?
- What are you doing here?

I need to speak
with Patterson.

I told you
not to ruin this for me!

You have a big sale
on the horizon?

- Nora, we have to go.
- Your daughter's been

- harassing me for days.
- You wanna tell her, or should I?

- Don't.
- Tell me what?

We found
the lost Debussy concerto.

- See? I told you.
- Turns out, the daughter

of the woman he wrote it for
was looking for it as well.

Yeah, well,
it's a family heirloom.

Patterson here
helped us find it.

- That's my man.
- And then he stole it from her

- right behind our backs.
- He what?

- Patterson?
- She's lying.

- Oh!
- Hey! Hold it right there.

My daughter is a lot of things.
She is mouthy. She is impetuous.

- She is stubborn as a mu...
- Nora.

But she is not a liar.

You think
this lifestyle is cheap?

Huh? Do you? I did this
to impress you.

Me? I don't... I don't care
about all of this.

If I can sell this concerto,
I can make enough money

for us to live the way
we really deserve.

- You should be happy for us!
- You can't steal something

so personal, so precious
to that woman.

- It was right there.
- I had to try.

Oh, you should be
ashamed of yourself.

This is all your fault.

- Hey!
- (groan)

Keep away from my daughter.

Nice shot.

Don't call me.

(sentimental violin
and piano music)

♪♪♪

It was truly an honour.

- Thank you.
- You played it beautifully.

My mother would have loved it.

- That was amazing.
- She would have be so happy

to see you play her violin.
I owe you all so much.

Thank you.

Especially you.

I'll take good care of it.

Would you mind
playing it one more time?

I thought you only liked jazz?

I have a new appreciation.

Well, I could hear it all night, so...

- Mary, I'm so sorry.
- You were so good to me

and all I did was lie to you.

- I understand.
- And you taught me something,

so I appreciate that.

Well, perhaps I could
take you for dinner?

Yes. I'd like that.

A proper one where we both
get what we order.

- (Trudy): It sounds great!
- It's beautiful.

You mad at me?

At you? Are you nuts?

I dodged a bullet.

Plus, I got to punch a guy.

Well, you can do a lot better.

Yeah, you got that right.

You know, I don't even think
he owned that house.

- No?
- No. I think he was renting.

Can you imagine?

Plus the lying
and the stealing.

Well, yeah. That too.

Here we go.

♪♪♪

(theme music)

♪♪♪