All language subtitles for Frankie.Drake.Mysteries.S04E05.WEBRip.x264-BAE

We're never going to make dinner.

Who needs dinner?

I am done with men!

I know I've said this before,
but this time I mean it.

You've got to start locking that door.

Keith and I are dunzo.

I should have left him in the woods.

I don't know what I ever saw in...

- Hello.
- Hello.

Oh, Frankie, darling, who is this...

handsome creature?

Nora, this is Alessandro.

Alessandro, this is Nora. My mother.

No!

It is the greatest pleasure
to meet the woman

who brought my Frankie into this world.

Oh my, oh my. Aren't you charming?

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

- We were just on our way out.
- Looks more like you were

on your way in...
if you catch my meaning.

No, no, no,

Mrs. Drake, I have the utmost
respect for your daughter.

- I would never...
- No, no, no.

It's Ms. Amore. That's French for love.

You don't need to be coy with me, honey.

First of all, your name
isn't Amore, it's Amory.

And we were just trying on
costumes for the party

- at Jelly's on Saturday.
- Sure, costumes. Likely story.

- OK. What-what...
- What?

- What are you even doing here?
- What?

Now I need a reason to see
my favourite daughter?

OK, fine.

Listen, I need a place to stay
just for a couple of days.

Just until the Presidential suite

- at the King Eddy's available.
- And you want to stay here?

- Don't you think it'd be fun?
A chance for us to catch up,

which we clearly need to do.

And I want all the details on that one!

Perhaps I should go,

- allow you to figure this out.
- Our reservation!

- We'll reschedule.
- No, no, no!

Do not waste a perfectly
good reservation on me.

I am capable of making myself at home.

It's only for a few days.

You'll never even know I'm here.

Shh!

What am I getting myself into?

Shall we?

Au revoir, monsieur.

Help me.

Help me.

Frankie?

Frankie?

Is that you, honey?

Help me.

Please, help me.

Ah.

Ah, Nora, get a grip!

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Alessandro must have had
you up late last night

- if I got the paper first.
- Trudy?

- Nora, what are you doing here?
Where's Frankie?

I haven't the slightest,
but when I see her,

I am going to give her
a piece of my mind.

Honestly! Letting me sleep here

without so much as a word
of warning about the ghost.

I'm sure you were just dreaming.

Oh, Trudy, you know,
come to think of it,

it was more like a specter. It was a...

a big shadowy thing,
and it had a bloody face,

and this... and a voice like
an out of tune viola.

You sure you just didn't have
a little too much to drink?

Trudy, how dare you? You know
how well I hold my liquor.

Gin had nothing to do with it.

Whatever you say, Nora.

"Whatever you say." You know what?

You're going to be singing
a different tune, Missy,

next time you're here alone at night.

- OK. Very funny.
- Do these bags

under my eyes look like they're
kidding? Don't answer that.

I'm serious, did you write this?

"Find the man who... killed me!"

Oh, Trudy, that's it! That's
what the ghost wants help with.

- What are you talking about?
- That's all it kept saying,

just over and over again:
"Help me! Help me!"

I hate to break it to you:

I don't think ghosts have fingerprints.

I'm sure Frankie is just
playing some kind of prank.

No prints.

- Like I said.
- All right.

Let's just say, for argument's
sake, there is a ghost.

- There is.
- Nothing spooky's happened here

before... so it's a new ghost,

which means someone died recently.

- But not just died. Was killed.
- But who is the victim?

I'll tell you who the victim is... me!

I didn't get a wink of sleep last night

after that thing appeared!

And you're not gonna
get any now, either.

- What? Why?
- Because this ghost of yours

has opened up a new case.

- Oh.
- City Morgue.

OK, OK, I'm up!

- Gareth!
- Hi, Flo.

Had a late night at Jelly's.

Figured since I had to be here
at 6 a.m. anyway...

This is a morgue, not a flophouse!

I can't imagine that slab
is good for sleeping.

I've had worse.

City Morgue.

Oh, hi, Trudy. What's the...

I'm sorry, there's a what
now in the office?

Huh. I'll look around
and see what I can dig up,

pun absolutely intended.

Hey. So, uh...

maybe do me a favour

and don't tell the coroner about this?

Wipe that drool off your chin
and we can talk about it.

Come on, come on, honey,
don't be stingy.

Some of us didn't sleep
last night. Don't ask.

- Thanks, Ai Lin.
- You're welcome... Trudy.

Oof! Frankie's building
has such a sordid history.

What do you mean, "sordid"?

Four unexplained deaths
between 1912 and 1921.

But nothing from the last week or so?

Nada, which is why I called Mary.

And I found a missing person's
report filed last Tuesday

for a Laura Gordon.
Her last known appointment

- was in the building.
- The timing makes sense.

Trudy, this could be our ghost!

What? A ghost?

You never said anything
about a ghost at Frankie's!

So, I spend one night
at Alessandro's and suddenly

- we have a ghost in the office?
- I saw it with my own eyes.

And before anyone asks,
no, I was not drinking.

Much.

I didn't believe it at first,
either, until I saw this.

So, what? This ghost wants
to hire us to find its killer?

Well, when you put it that way...

- That's exactly what we need.
- Is this ghost going to pay us?

Well, is this is the missing
woman from Mary's report,

whoever filed it might.

OK. Mary, what do you have?

Well, the report was filed
by Laura's mother Judy,

who found a note
in her daughter's calendar

for an appointment at 506 Beverly.

- An appointment with who?
- Oh, the note didn't say.

You know, I'm just gonna say,

this doesn't look much like the ghost.

Mary, do you think you can get
me the mother's phone number?

Sure, I can phone you
from the station with it.

- Perfect.
- Bye, gals.

- So we're taking the case?
- Yes.

Of the missing woman,
not of the ghost in the office.

Who's to say it's not one and the same?

Science. You know, I didn't
peg you to be a believer.

Well, there's a lot
science cannot explain to us

- about what happens after we die.
- OK, well, ghost or no ghost,

we need to talk to these neighbours.

I'll see if I can find out
who Laura met up with.

I just...

I know something terrible
has happened to my Laura.

Well, is there anything

you can tell me that would
help me find her?

Places she goes,
or friends she could be with?

Honestly, Miss Drake, I couldn't say.

She's grown quite... secretive.

- Secretive how?
- We'd always been very close.

My mother was very distant

with me growing up, you see,

and I didn't want to be
that way with my daughter.

So, Laura and I,

we shared everything.

I'm sensing a "but"?

A few weeks ago, everything changed.

She started staying out
all hours, refusing to say why.

And the more I pushed, the more she...

pulled away.

I mean, for all I know, she's dead!

We're going to find her.

Never seen her in my life.

Are you sure?

Maybe you could take
a closer look, Miss Falk.

Call me Dolly. Everyone does.

OK, then, Dolly.

You talk to the old witch down the hall

- about this missing gal of yours?
- You mean Miss Underwood?

Always covered in blood,
smiling like a maniac.

I bet she knows something.

Well, we will definitely talk
to her, but in the meantime,

does she look familiar at all?

Like I said, never seen her in my life.

So you didn't meet with her
on Tuesday, then?

Proper young ladies like that

aren't interested in the sorts
of imports I traffic in.

What sorts of things are those?

Nightmare makers.

Uh... I do not like it here, Trudy.

- Oh, Mr. Whinder! Hello.
- I wish I could talk, honey,

but a reservation at
Chez Rudolpho waits for no man.

If I could just have one mo...

Please watch where you're going.

Excuse you.

I, um... I hope we're not interrupting,

- Miss Underwood?
- Just give me one...

second...

There! Porcupines are a thorny task!

Miss Clarke,

it is so good to see you!
And you brought a friend!

- Yes, my colleague Flo.
- Oh, two detectives?

Ooh, this must be serious.
What can I do for you?

We're looking for a woman
who went missing.

You know, she looks
a little like the gal

that used to work
for the shoemaker upstairs.

- A terrible tragedy, that.
- How do you mean?

Found dead in the elevator
shaft back in 1917.

Oh, no! That's not
who we're looking for.

The police never quite figured
that one out, but for my money,

the pudgy plumber
that used to work next door

pushed her. They were
having a secret affair,

- but then there was...
- That's fascinating, really.

It is, but the woman we're looking for

- disappeared on Tuesday.
- Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help you.

- Tuesday is my roadkill day!
- Come again?

I drive the highway,
searching for fresh specimens.

You know, sometimes, I get lucky
and they're still warm.

I would have thought
the impact would make

- the roadkill unusable.
- Au contraire!

Most succumb to blunt force trauma.

They're pristine -
not a scratch on them.

You know, I think I have
a fresh raccoon in the ice box.

- I can show it to you!
- Oh, you know what?

I think I left the kettle on
at home. We'll come back

- and see it another day.
- Yes!

Thank you so much, Miss Underwood.

Oh! My pleasure! Oh, and don't forget,

I offer a 20% discount for neighbours!

Oh!

Get back here, Felix.

Aw...

Who's that?

Um...

I-I'm sorry.

I know we're not supposed
to have pets in here,

but my apartment is being fumigated

and I couldn't risk
the little guy getting sick.

Please don't tell my landlord?

Your secret's safe with me...

if you can help me with something.

Sure. Anything.

- Do you know this woman?
- Of course I do.

Isn't she lovely?

How long have you two been together?

Ah, only a few weeks, but...

well... I think she might be the one.

Wow.

I was fresh off a bad split
when I met Laura,

and she made me believe in love again.

What were the two of you
doing last Tuesday?

Ah... Tuesday, nothing.

I haven't seen her since last weekend.

Why? What's... what's going on?

I'm sorry to have to be
the one to tell you this,

but her mother reported her missing.

What?

You're sure you didn't
see her last Tuesday?

- Of course I'm sure.
Wait, you don't think

I had anything to do with
Laura's disappearance, do you?

No. Of course not.

Thank you.

Looks like I figured out who...

- Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh!
- What are you guys doing?

We didn't get very far at
the neighbours', so we decided

- to go straight to the source.
- I said it was a very bad idea,

but who listens to me? Nobody.

Sorry.

Laura Gordon, we received your message.

We want to help you.

Tell us who killed you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so... What... Don't answer the door!

It's fine!

I hear you've been looking for me?

I didn't mean to cause any trouble.

Well, we're just glad you're OK.

No thanks to that boorish watchmaker.

- Michael Whinder?
- That's why I was here

on Tuesday, interviewing
to be his shop girl.

- Did he get a little handsy?
- In a word.

- I just couldn't face to go home.
- Why not?

Ah, so my mother didn't
mention the fight we had, then?

Not exactly.

- What was it about?
- Same as always.

She was upset that
I want a private life.

Except this time,
she said if I don't explain

my comings and goings,

I can find another place to live.

And you called her bluff. Good girl.

I just needed some time
to think it through.

My mother is quite overbearing.

- Ugh.
- I hear some can be like that.

Oh, that must be dreadful.

I'm afraid we've frightened
your boyfriend for no reason.

Poor Robert. I'll pop up
to see him right now.

- That is a beautiful coat.
- Thank you.

- A gift from Robert.
- Lucky girl!

Don't I know it!

Well, I think we've earned
a drink at Jelly's!

- Mm-hmm!
- A drink! A drink!

Drake Private Detectives.

- He's a killer.
- Hello? Who is this?

- The line went dead.
- A prank?

- Or it's the ghost.
- It's not a ghost.

Come on, Frankie, between
the notes and these calls?

And the ghost that I saw
with my own two eyes!

You have to admit, something
funny is going on here.

It doesn't mean that
we're being haunted.

It doesn't mean we aren't.

So, how do we find out which it is?

- OK, this is going to be easy.
You just have to stay

- and wait it out.
- That is not a bad idea.

- You're welcome.
- OK, so...

we stay up all night
and wait for the ghost

to make an appearance,
and catch whatever...

- Whoever.
- ...in the act.

A good, old-fashioned sleepover.

Where are you going?

- Wha... Oh! To a hotel.
- This was your idea.

Well, I'm so glad you see
the brilliance in it. It's just,

I've already spent one sleepless
night because of this ghost

- and I don't intend to have another.
- That's mine.

Please?

- It's basically a stakeout.
- But for a ghost.

Well, whatever you do, don't provoke it.

Spirits can be vengeful.

Maybe we should do this
stakeout at your place, Flo.

How is it gonna help us find
out who's haunting the office?

It won't, but maybe if
we give the ghost some space,

it will just... go away on its own?

I don't think that's how it works.

Listen, I know you're scared,
but what if it was your father?

Or my Herb? Wouldn't you want
to help them find some peace?

Four orders of chop suey
and six spring rolls to go.

Do you really want to miss all this?

- Well, a girl's gotta eat.
- Exactly.

- Thanks, Ai Lin.
- My pleasure. And good luck.

So, we got a call claiming
an unknown man to be the killer.

We have a note with no fingerprints

asking for help about
the killer. And then,

- there is whatever Nora saw.
- Claims to have seen.

- Here, I can help you.
- Oh! Thank you.

So, did Nora say what
the so-called ghost looked like?

He had, like, a bloody face?

Argh!

- Sorry.
- It's OK.

Here.

Sorry.

Just... give me one minute.

Uh... Where was I?

- A bloody face.
- Right.

And she said something
about a high-pitched voice?

Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!

- Mary, what happened?
- I was trying to rinse my shirt

- and there's blood in the tap!
- It's OK, I'll take it to work.

- I can get blood out of anything.
- Oh-oh-oh!

- I told you!
- Oh, my God!

I told you!

There's only one place
that this could be coming from.

- Be careful.
- Here. Here, I got it.

Thought so.

Caught me.

- Who are you?
What are you doing up here?

Oh, I could ask you the same thing.

- Frankie Drake.
I'm a private detective.

Pleased to meet you,
private detective Frankie Drake.

- And you are?
- Sebastian.

I just opened up a carpentry
studio downstairs.

Well, that answers my first question.

Now, what are you doing up here?

I'm afraid that's none
of your business, detective.

I think I'll go home for the night.

Well, I know who's messing with us.

Now I just need to figure out why.

- Was it the ghost?
- No, it was Sebastian,

all flesh and blood, and rude!

- Wait, who's Sebastian?
- He's a carpenter

who apparently just opened up
a studio downstairs.

So, he was the one tampering
with the water tank?

No, but he was-he was skulking
around and when I asked him

what he was doing at this time
of night, he wouldn't answer me.

Do you know where
the lock-picking kit is?

Yeah. Flo and I thought
we'd see who else the watchmaker

interviewed besides Laura Gordon.

If he got handsy with her,
maybe he did with someone else.

They fought, one thing led to another.

- It's worth it to take a look.
- Mm-hmm.

Hold on! If you're leaving,
then I'm going to be here alone.

For protection.

- Oh, sweet creamy custard!
- Flo, shh!

- It's just a picture.
- Who leaves a portrait

of themselves looking like that
hanging around?

A man who thinks his teeth
are his best feature?

You know, he's not wrong.

Can we just find the resumes
and get out of here?

Here! I found the resumes.

Can I help you?

You got a cup of sugar?

- Sorry, no.
- OK, look! Confession time.

I didn't actually come here for sugar.

Yeah? Never would have guessed.

I wanted to apologize.

I think we got off on the wrong foot.

I didn't realize you lived here as well.

- Do you live alone?
- Yeah. Why?

It's just my living space is
so cramped. I'm always curious

how other people make it work.
Maybe I could come in

- and take a look?
- Yeah, maybe some other time.

Alessandro Contento, you old flirt!

I'm not that kind of gal.

Oh! Oh!

- Oh, Frankie!
- Expecting someone else?

Well, all the lights went out
and I thought...

And then your footsteps on the stairs.

- You just gave me a fright.
- I'm sorry.

I need your help down in the basement.

Oh. OK.

- Anything?
- Not that I could see.

You stay here and keep lookout.

You don't have to ask me twice.

Nothing seems out of place in there.

I mean, it's creepy...

I don't know about this, Frankie.

There's nothing to be scared of, Mary.

I just need to find the... Bingo!

I knew this had been tampered with.

- I bet I know who did it. Here.
- Do you really think

the carpenter had something
to do with this?

I do. I just need to figure out why.

Mary, I need the light.

Oh my God! Frankie!

It had to have been Sebastian

who knocked the shelf over on me.

No one else would have been
in the building at that time.

Just because he wasn't flirting with you

doesn't mean he's trying
to kill you, Frankie.

It's not because he... What?

I have a gut feeling. What?

How is a gut feeling any different

- than believing in ghosts?
- It just is.

Good morning, Ai Lin!

Good morning, gals! What are
you all doing here so early?

We never went to sleep.

Oh, right. The ghost in the office.

Well, we're still split on that.

- Who's this?
- Oh!

Haven't you met Christopher?
He's been delivering the paper

in the neighbourhood
for almost a year now.

- What can we do for you?
- My mom's asking

if we can settle up.
We're due at Zeppi's.

I'll be right there. And, hey,
go make sure she leaves me

a couple jars of those
pickled beets, will you?

Mrs. Miller's pickled beets

are the secret to that stew
you like so much, Mary.

Oh. Really? Is it on the menu today?

- It's 8 in the morning.
- Well, I need all the protein

I can get if I'm gonna get
through the whole day of work

- on no sleep.
- Speaking of sleep...

Oh! I had the most glorious night of it.

Ah, the Carls-Rite is heavenly.

So, how was your little
sleepover, hm? Fruitful?

- We have a strong lead.
- Two, actually,

which reminds me:
I'm gonna track down those women

that Mr. Whinder interviewed.

And I assume you have something
planned for Sebastian?

Sebastian? Another man
in your life, Frankie?

- No! He's a suspect.
- Oh. Mm-hmm.

I'll fill you in later.

- Hmm-hmm?
- Just go.

Oh, it's fine. Suit yourself.

You know, Mary,

I would love to get into
Sebastian's apartment.

Do you think you can come up
with an excuse to bring him down

- to the station?
- Yes, of course.

And if you don't find
anything on Sebastian?

Then he's off the hook.

Did I hear someone say Sebastian?

I heard he moved into your building.

- Do you know him?
- Not nearly as well

as I'd like. Why are
all the good ones married?

He told me that he lived alone

and I didn't see a ring on his finger.

Why would someone lie about that?

I can think of a reason or two.

He's definitely hiding something.

I'm gonna find out what.

KE8547, please.

Hi, could I speak to Andrea Holmes?

Oh.

Well, can you tell me
when you expect her to be back?

Tell me, when was the last time
you saw Miss Holmes?

Tuesday morning.

Ah. Can you tell me something?

Does Miss Holmes often go away
for days at a time?

Maybe for work, or...?

Ah. I see.

Well, thank you very much.

- Gareth, you're in luck.
I just finished making your bed.

Oh, very funny.

What on Harry's half acre
are you doing now?

- Oh, don't get excited.
I'm just returning this

to the old guy in fridge five.

I'm sorry, are you saying
you stole a suit from a corpse?

It was more of a loan.

I had a date last night
with a real looker.

Well, she obviously
wasn't a real smeller

'cause she didn't notice
the aura of decomposition

all over you.

Since when does blood dry pink?

Hello?

Thank you, Mary.

You just can't seem to keep your nose

out of my business, can you?

Yeah, I interviewed Andrea Holmes.

Bad fit. A bit of a prude.

And what did you do
after you interviewed

the prudish Miss Holmes?
Because she's missing.

Missing?

And you think I...?

That was what? Tuesday?

Ah, right.

I was with my mother.

- I'm gonna need her number.
- I can do you one better.

- Operator.
- Yes. EM5620.

- I'll connect you.
- Hello!

- Hello, mumsy!
- Michael, darling!

- I'm sorry to bother you.
- Not at all.

I need you to tell a young
lady about our Rummy tournament.

- Rummy? Whatever for?
All right, if you say so.

- Hello, Mrs. Whinder, I'm...
- It was a fine tournament.

Tuesday. We had six people in.

And he was with you all evening?

Of course, dear!

- He stayed to help and tidy up.
- Great, thank you.

Such a good boy. Will you be
joining us next week...

- Oh, no, I am no good at cards.
- Well, such a shame.

- Perhaps I could teach you.
- Well, then. Thank you.

My pleasure, I'm sure. Ta-ta!

Now, if there is nothing else...

- There is one more thing.
Can you tell me if Miss Holmes

said or did anything
that seemed... unusual?

Well, she was nervous,
but that's hardly strange.

I cut an imposing figure.

Oh, OK.

Is that everything?
Any little thing could help.

You know, she did say something

about seeing someone
she hadn't expected to.

And actually...

She ran out so fast
she left that behind.

Hm.

Give it to her for me if you find her.

Will you, Sweetheart?

What are you doing in my apartment?

You've been messing with me
and I'm gonna find out why.

I got no idea what
you're on about, lady.

I think you do.

Look, I don't want to have
to call the cops, so please,

- just get out of here.
- Go ahead,

call the cops. Then you can
explain what you've been doing.

What the hell are you talking about?

The taps running red, the blackout,

the threatening letter...
I know it was all you.

Why would I be playing kids' pranks

on a woman I didn't know
existed until yesterday?

That's a very good question, isn't it?

You know what I think?
I think you don't like

having a private detective
in your building.

I think you want me out of here

because you have something to hide.

- All right, that's it.
I've listened to enough of this.

It's time for you to leave...

This took me hours to build, you know.

I guess you should be
more careful, shouldn't you?

Maybe you should be more careful.

Now why are you shoving people
like some kind of boxer?

Believe me, if I was boxing,
you would know.

Uh... Am I interrupting something?

- Who are you?
- It's not what it looks like.

Whatever you say, Frankie.

Do you know this woman?

Because she has broken
into my home twice

in the past 24 hours without cause...

- Oh, I'd say there's cause.
- Anything that makes

- the slightest bit of sense?
- You haven't even told me

what you were doing up on the
roof in the middle of the night!

Because it's none of your business.

- Agree to disagree.
- Oh, can you guys be quiet?

Frankie, I got to show you something.

You owe me for that table.

Bill me.

It's still wet.

Which means it couldn't
have been Sebastian.

Ghosts don't have footprints.

There!

- Where is it?
- We were just on its heels.

I bet you think you're
pretty smart, don't you?

Take off the mask, you've got
some explaining to do.

Well, whoever's messing
with us, it isn't Sebastian.

- Or a ghost.
- My gut was wrong.

So, what I'm hearing is
both your strong leads

turned out to be bupkis, is that right?

- I wouldn't say it was bupkis.
- And it doesn't mean

something bad didn't happen
in the building.

The landlady said Andrea's
been missing since Tuesday.

Let me guess, right after her
interview with Michael Whinder?

Oh, so it was the handsy
watchmaker all along?

No, I don't think he
has anything to do with it.

Why is that?

Well, he said when he met
with her, she was really nervous

and she was in such a rush
to leave, she left this behind.

Apparently she had an
unexpected run-in with someone.

Speaking of unexpected run-ins...

I found our ghost.

That pipsqueak gave me
the fright of my life?

He's responsible for
everything that's been going on.

He even used his mother's pickled beets

to make the water run red.
Ingenious, really.

- And also very, very wrong.
- I'm sorry if I scared anyone.

And, I swear, the shelf that broke?

It was an accident. I was only trying

to help you find out
what happened to the lady.

Can you tell us what you saw?

She was in a stairwell
with someone. A man, I think.

- The unexpected run-in?
- What did he look like?

He had dark hair and a dark coat.

- And what happened?
- The man pushed the lady

and she disappeared.
Then, the man went downstairs,

and I didn't see the lady again.

- Did he leave the building?
- Not for a long time.

Well, why did you get
all dressed up as a ghost?

- You could have just told us.
- I didn't think you'd believe me.

He tried to tell his mom,

but she assumed he was imagining things.

I knew you were detectives,
and I thought if I left clues,

then maybe you could
find out what happened?

Nora, can you take Christopher home?

What? What am I, the babysitter?

Just do it, please.

Do you want to see what you can find out

- about Andrea's personal life?
- Thinking the man

- in the stairwell was the boyfriend?
- Exactly.

- So where does that leave us, Frankie?
- In the basement.

Christopher said that
he saw the man come downstairs,

but he didn't leave
the building until much later.

No better place to hide
a body than a basement.

I hope I'm wrong, but...

Oof. The smell says you're not.

And it seems to be coming...

from here.

Broken neck.

Maybe from a fall down
the stairs, but who pushed her?

I'd say we're looking for a redhead.

I'm guessing those came
from whoever did this to her.

Sure, but not necessarily a redhead.

These... are animal hairs.

How dare you?

Just because I make my living
stuffing creatures

doesn't mean I could ever kill one.

So, you had nothing to do
with the death of Andrea Holmes?

I had nothing to do
with the death of anyone!

Then explain these hairs.

Well, first of all,
that's fur, not hair.

Let me have a look.

It's just as I suspected.

Tell me, detectives,

do you see any taxidermied
housecats in here?

Just because there's nothing out front

- doesn't prove anything.
- Miss Drake,

I have not stuffed a cat since 1916.

I couldn't bear to touch one
after my beloved tabby died.

Felix.

They call... No! Her name was Maxwell!

I called her Martha Maxwell,
after the founder

- of modern taxidermy.
- That is fascinating.

She ruined me for every other cat.

I loved her...

Robert was holding an orange tabby cat

- when I saw him the other day.
- Ooh!

Suddenly shuttering a business!
Yeah, I'd say that's suspicious.

- What are you doing here?
- Hey. Andrea's landlady told me

that she had a beau named Robert
up until about a month ago.

I thought Robert was dating Laura.

He is, but he did mention going through

- a tough breakup recently.
- She couldn't confirm it was

the same Robert, so I went to
check it out, and I found this.

- The missing glove.
- I'm thinking Robert is the man

that Christopher saw
in the stairwell, so I thought

I'd come and check, and then
by the time I got here...

- Cleared out.
- What did you guys

find in the basement?

- Andrea's body.
- Speaking of which, the coroner

will be here any minute.
I'll see you back at the office.

OK. So, how do we track down Robert?

He practically swooned over
Laura when I spoke with him.

- You think she'll help us find him?
- It's worth a shot. Let's go.

- Damn it!
- Whoa!

- I'm guessing this is yours?
- Yeah, it... got away from me.

There's a really stubborn
nail sticking out

of the banister, I didn't
want anyone to get hurt.

So, you're the building's
handyman as well?

It's already ruined some lady's dress.

This isn't from a dress.

And Robert didn't kill Andrea.

Do you ever say anything
that makes sense?

It wasn't a man
that Christopher saw at all.

But... But where are you going?

I'm going to start a life
of my own, far away from you.

Oh, Laura, I know we've had
our differences, but please!

Short hair, dark coat.

No wonder Christopher
mistook her for a man.

- What are you talking about?
Who's Christopher?

The eyewitness who saw you
murder Andrea Holmes.

Murder? No! My Laura would never!

Andrea's... dead?

And-and Laura, you...?

I-I knew you were jealous of our
history, but I didn't think...

These women don't know what
they're talking about, sweetheart.

Actually, we have a very good
idea of what's going on.

When you met Robert, you figured
that he was your ticket away

from your overbearing mother.

Until you ran into his ex,
Andrea, all dressed up,

- leaving his office on Tuesday.
- She-she was only there...

dropping off the last of my things.

You thought that she was
trying to maneuver back

- into his life.
- Oh, please!

Instead of just telling Robert about it,

you waited until after her
interview at the watchmaker's.

You confronted her,
told her to leave Robert alone.

One thing led to another,
and the next thing you know,

she ends up dead at your feet.

You convinced Robert to run away
with you because you're afraid

someone's going to
find out what you did.

Is this... Is this all true?

- Laura?
- Not now, Mother, not now.

Nice story. Where's your proof?

How does Laura get along with Felix?

She... She loves him,

but what does that have
to do with anything?

Well, we found cat hair
all over Andrea's body.

- That doesn't prove anything.
- No, but this does.

Found at the scene of the crime.

Why don't we take a look
at that beautiful coat of yours

and see if there's any recent repairs?

Oh, dear Lord! Sweet Jesus...

- Mother!
- What are we gonna do?

Mother!

- I'll call your uncle Saul.
He knows a good lawyer...

Mother, will you please shut up!

Take me to the station. At least in jail

I won't have to listen
to all her fussing.

This headpiece is a lot
heavier than I expected.

Well, at least
your armour isn't chafing.

Ah, the perils of being
the Goddess of War!

I'm sure Alessandro will
sweep you out of that party

and that armour as soon as possible.

Who's got time for mortal men?

Personally, I'm looking for something

a little more godlike in my next suitor.

And who are you supposed to be?

Aphrodite, obviously!

I thought you had sworn off love.

Well, I tried your costume on
when I was here the other night,

and I thought, "Wouldn't
it be fun to coordinate?"

And speaking of which,

what's that beefcake Italian
boyfriend of yours coming as?

Ares? Adonis?

Oh! Ooh! Ooh! Ah... Hercules?

If intel from my sources is correct,

he will arrive dressed as Odysseus.

Which only leaves
one question. Where's Mary?

- She didn't come with you?
- I haven't seen her all day.

Boo!

Mary, you scared me!

I know! I'm just trying
to conquer my fears.

Oh, good!

Must be our ride.

Oh!

- No, it's our ghost.
- My mom told me

you found that bad man
from the stairwell...

except the bad man was really a lady?

- That's right.
- Sorry I was wrong about that.

And for all the trouble I caused.

You helped us catch a killer.

You have nothing to be sorry for.

That may be true,
but these might help you

see a little more clearly next time.

For me? Thanks!

You really don't do things
by half, do you?

Where's the fun in that?

Oh my God!

- Is that your new neighbour?
- That is Sebastian.

Well, he can bevel my edges any time.

Get it, 'cause he's a carpenter?

Yes, I get it.

I will be right back.

Knocking. That's an improvement.

I deserve that.

Look, I just... I wanted
to apologize for my...

Insane behaviour?

I was gonna say "unneighbourly".

Oh, it was definitely closer to insane.

Fine, but you were being cagey.

Yeah, I'm just not a big fan
of people knowing my business.

Is that why you go around
advertising that you're married?

Maybe.

Well.

- Is this a home brew?
- Maybe.

Consider it a "welcome
to the building" present.

You're a very unusual woman,
you know that?

I'll take unusual over insane any day.

Do you wanna maybe...

Ah! There you are!

The car is waiting, Goddess.

I'll be right there.

See you around?

Maybe.

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