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A warm summer afternoon.

Matters start innocently enough:

a shortcut home through a wooded park.

What could possibly go wrong?

Unfortunately,
for this young woman, Hortense,

danger lurks nearby.

Though her eyes and ears
tell her she's safe,

some strange sixth sense tells
her something very different.

Hortense is suddenly aware
of the predicament she is in.

As danger closes in,

Hortense rues her decision
to choose fashion

over sensible footwear.

All seems lost!

Until the cavalry arrives.

While the perpetrator was arrested,

I would have been remiss
not to issue Hortense

a warning for being
in the woods unaccompanied.

And though some feel these
statutes need modernization,

I remind our audience
listening at home:

this is the law.

Tune in next week at the same time

for another case from the files

of Mary Shaw, morality officer.

Now, stay tuned to this station

for Fiddling Father Gilmore
and another bible study

from the Book of Kings.

You know? Mary is getting good.

- Mm.
- Isn't she? So proud of her.

I bet you were able
to give her some tips.

You know, all I did
was just tell her to relax

and have fun with it.

Oh! Speaking of fun: Bill!

Fun's my favourite word.

I was hoping that we could see
a picture at that new theatre

on the Danforth, the Allan?

I... I would love to,

but... but not tonight.
I gotta be somewhere.

Must be important.

How about Saturday?

Would that be all right?

Sure. It's a date.

I better get back to work.

Mary, Mary:
You were great. You were great!

Oh, well!

I mean, I don't really like
being the centre of attention.

You know, the police department,
they really foisted this on me.

"Mary will bolster our image

in the eyes of the public."

I'm sure they meant ears,

but I wasn't going to correct them.

Well, you're a natural.

Better than most of the damp
rags we have around here.

Oh! I don't know about that.

You have a real gift, you do.

Well, I better go, you know?

Hemlines to measure
and parks to patrol.

A morality officer's work
is never done.

Well... I will see you soon, Mary.

Very soon. I hope.

But- but not too soon because...

because that would be
unscheduled and unexpected,

so... I should go.

OK.

Oh, OK.

Velma! What are you doing here?

I need to talk with you, Trudy.

Something wrong?

It's about my brother, Bill.

You remember him?

Yes, I know Bill.

Well, lately he's taken to staying out

until all hours of the night.

You don't say.

And worse yet: he comes home
smelling of perfume.

- Perfume?!
- I know!

What churchgoing woman would
be caught wearing perfume?

- Not me. You?
- Never.

I think he's seeing a Jezebel.

I want you to investigate
so I can put a stop to it

before it goes too far.

And I thought
maybe a nice girl like you...

but a tramp? Doesn't that
just take the cake?

Doesn't it...

That article is a crock.

Well, the police
and the bank seem convinced

that your husband ran off
with $7500, Mrs. Pike.

Maybe David might've stolen the money.

But run out on me?

No way. Never.

What makes you so sure?

Because I never
gave him any reason to.

He had it good with me, honey.

Too good.

Why don't you tell us a little
bit more about what happened?

He was a courier for the bank.

He was supposed to deliver
$7500 to some company.

He picked up the money,
then poof. Disappeared.

It's been 10 days.
I want you to find him.

Well, how do you know
he didn't just run off

- with the cash?
- He wouldn't cheat me

- like that.
- Ah, cheat- cheat you?

From my share of the dough.

Anything that's his is mine, right?

Isn't that how a good marriage works?

I'll tell you what: we'll find him

and you can ask him yourself.

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So, what do you think
about Ida? She's interesting.

Maybe she's just after
her share of the money...

Nah. I think she's
truly worried about him.

All that talk about Pike having
it too good to run out on her?

- Miss Drake.
- Mr. McLaughlin.

What can you tell us about David Pike?

I assure you, this is a matter
best left to the police.

There's absolutely no need
for detectives.

Especially female ones.

Even if these female detectives find

- your missing money?
- I've worked so hard

to make this the safest
bank in the city.

We installed a state-of-the-art
time-lock system on the vault.

Even though the bank
is just around the corner

- from the police station?
- Well, it's a great comfort

to my customers. They know that
every dollar that they deposit

is safe and accounted for.

Minus the 7500

that David Pike took off with.

Did you ever notice
anything suspicious about him?

He worked for me
for a couple of years.

Steady. Dependable. I trusted him.

Nothing unusual happened?

Excuse me! I couldn't
help but overhear

and well, uh...
a couple of weeks back,

there was that business

with your desk drawer, Mr. McLaughlin.

If I need your input,
Miss Parsons, I will ask for it.

Please, we'd like
to hear more about it.

It was nothing.

A few weeks ago,
I found my desk drawer open.

- And that was unusual?
- Oh, yes.

Mr. McLaughlin is extremely
particular about his office.

Really, that is quite
enough help, Miss Parsons.

I'd like to look
at this drawer, if possible.

Fine.

As I said, it was nothing.

I mustn't have fully
closed it when I left.

Yet you made a big enough fuss

that it stuck in your
secretary's mind.

This job is stressful at times;

sometimes my patience is tested.

What did you find?

I don't know. They look like
tiny slivers of wood, or plant.

Any idea how it got there?

None.

I'll catch up with you later.

You seem to know what's
really going on around here.

And you're not afraid
to speak up about it.

Anything else you want to tell me?

I've gotten into enough trouble today.

Your boss will never know. I promise.

I don't want to speak ill of anyone,

but Mr. Pike is a bit of a Lothario.

- Even though he was married?
- Since when does a ring stop

a man like that from being...

...a man like that? Never.

He's tried to seduce
all the gals who work here.

- And you?
- He tried, but I didn't bite.

- You know anyone who did?
- All I heard were rumours

about this girl or that.

All I know for sure is he must
have been very successful

- in his conquests.
- What makes you say that?

They say he keeps a love nest
down in the Don Valley.

In case there's need
for a clandestine rendezvous.

Do you know where it is?

Like I said: I never fell
for the sweet talk.

- What do you mean she quit?
- Well, she just doesn't want

to do the part. She said
she's an artist and an artist

shouldn't be treated like she was.

Artist? Then she should be
painting because she sure

couldn't act! What am I
supposed to do now?

What am I supposed to do?

- I don't know.
- We are two days out

on this show. Find me another actress.

- Of course.
- Find me one!

Madam.

- Hi.
- I- I brought you

next week's script. But if-
if now is a bad time...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Of course not. It- course not.

- Who was that man?
- Ah, that was Daniel Rockwell,

station owner and manager
and maintenance man,

pretty much everything else
you can think of.

Oh. Well, he wasn't
being very pleasant.

Ah, he's- he's all right.

Radio is brand new and...

these stations are one calamity
away from bankruptcy.

Where do you think you're
gonna find another actress?

I think I already have.

- Come on!
- Huey, narrating a weekly

morality play is one thing,
but I'm no Lillian Gish.

Oh! The part is a reporter,
similar to what been doing

on your show. You'd be reading
off of a prepared script.

Oh. But I wouldn't be any good.

I think you'd be great.

I think you'd be great.

Say you'll do it. Oh, please, Mary!

Come on! You'd be helping me
out of a tight spot.

- All right! I'll do it for you.
- Aw, that's swell. Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Yeah. No problem.

A shack in the woods?

Well, I suppose there's
this hunt camp he rents

sometimes during deer season.

Have you been to this hunt camp

- since your husband disappeared?
- Oh, it didn't even occur

to me. Do you think he might be there?

- Could be.
- How do you even know

- about this place?
- Sometimes these investigations

- turn up secrets.
- And you've turned up a secret

- about David?
- Well, we think he used

this hunt camp to bring young women.

And not for hunting.

- I'm so sorry.
- That David likes to have

some extra-curricular fun?

- I know all about it.
- You do?

Oh. Do you want me to have
a good cry, or something?

Look, both my husband and I
have healthy appetites,

if you get my meaning.

Healthy?

Like screen doors
banging in a hurricane.

Oh.

Can you tell us
where to find this hunt camp?

Thinking of shooting some deer?

I'm thinking about
finding your husband.

You know, I bet David stole
the money and holed up

at this "love nest"
with one of his liaisons.

Well, just because he and
the missus have an arrangement

doesn't mean the heart didn't wander.

Ida probably misread
the whole situation. I mean,

sometimes a woman thinks they
have the situation figured out

- and it turns out they don't!
- Everything OK?

- I'm fine. Everything's fine.
- You're lying.

- I'm not.
- You're still lying.

- How do you know?
- 'Cause you have this little...

twitch on the top of
your mouth. It's your tell.

Sometimes it's hard having
a detective for a best friend.

- You want to talk about it?
- I'll keep that in mind.

- Oh.
- Ah! You're the new actress.

- Ah, yes. Mary Shaw.
- Mm-hm. I've heard your show.

Beggars can't be choosers,
I suppose. Any questions?

Ah, well, I haven't
had a chance to read

- the entire script yet.
- But you get the gist?

- Yes. I'm a reporter.
- Check.

And I seem to be covering
some sort of showdown between

- police officers and criminals.
- Yep.

Right. But when I get to this
one part in the script, um...

there seems to be
a bunch of scenes missing.

Well, when we get live to air,
I don't want it

to feel rehearsed.
I want the audience surprised,

so you, the actor,
needs to be surprised.

OK... but how am I supposed
to understand my character

if I haven't read the full script?

You're not going to get
all artsy on me, are you?

- Right, Huey?
- Ah, no. Of course not.

Trust me on this! We're going
to make broadcasting history.

- We are?
- Oh, everyone knows the future

is radio, but no one knows
how to make a buck off it.

And let me tell you:
running a station ain't cheap.

- I expect not.
- The answer is paid advertising

and for that I need a big audience.

I won't get one
with fiddle playing priests

- and a bunch of what-nots!
- No, no.

- Definitely not "what-nots."
- Live drama. Radio plays.

They will change the business forever.

So, do you want to be
part of history or not?

Well, who wants to be a part
of history when you can be

a part of the future?
Count me in, Mr. Rockwell.

Huh! That's my girl.

David Pike?

Ugh. Not my first choice
for a romantic romp.

- Me neither.
- Well, he's not here.

- So, where is he?
- That's a very good question.

But, then, I got a lot of
questions, like when did he

graduate from romancing
one dame to romancing two

at the same time? What's his secret?

We're not here for romance.

Well you sure as hell didn't
come here to shoot deer, either.

What do you want with Pike?

- We want to talk to him.
- Well, when you find him,

tell him that Tom Knight
also wants a word.

- And what should I say?
- That he owes me rent.

- A lot of it.
- You own this shack?

Yeah. Which you two
are trespassing on,

- so it's time for you to go.
- No need to get testy.

Just a couple of private detectives

- trying to track him down.
- Maybe you could help us?

- Why should I help you?
- Because when we find him,

we'll make sure that he
pays you your rent.

What do you want to know?

When was the last time you saw him?

A month ago. Maybe longer.

Did he mention anything
about running away?

- Maybe with a girlfriend?
- No.

Did he say anything to you at all?

No. Look, all I know

about the guy is
that I don't like him.

I just want to get
the rent he owes me.

We'll be sure to pass that along.

Maybe David took the money
and hit the road

with one of his conquests.

Maybe a jealous husband got involved.

- What's up?
- Take a look at this.

Well, it's a green fly,

and... they usually feed on carrion.

There's something dead around here.

Well, we are in the woods.

Let's look around.

Frankie!

Who do you suppose
that shoe belongs to?

So, he didn't run out on me.

At least I was right about that.

Yes, you were.

David wasn't perfect,

but he made me happy.

I really loved that man.

We are so sorry.

You know what the funny thing is?

This is the safest job he's ever had.

What do you mean?

Well, he used to work
as a guard down at the Don Jail.

I was always worried about him.

When he got this job at the bank
two years ago, I was...

I was relieved.

Don't that just take the cake?

So, what happens now?

We find out who killed your husband.

Cause of death
was a single gunshot wound

to the chest fired at close range.

So the killer knew him
well enough to get close.

- Hm.
- Do we have a time of death?

Two days ago.

So, what was Pike doing
in the eight days

between the time he disappeared
and when he was killed?

And what happened to the money?

Maybe someone knew he'd stolen
it and killed him for it.

- A friend?
- A partner?

I mean, why split the loot
when you can have it all?

- Exactly.
- Are these

- his personal effects?
- Yeah. He wasn't

- the snappiest dresser.
- It's damp, but...

Oh! That's a smell.

Yeah. I haven't had
a chance to examine it yet.

They smell like... sour tea.

Right! What could give it that smell?

I could do a chemical analysis on it.

You think you can get out
enough liquid to run the test?

You've never seen me
wring out my stockings.

- OK.
- Hm.

"From my vantage point,
I can see several figures

- inside the building."
- Who are they?

Oh! Ah... those are the hostages.

What is this building?

Ah... ah... the script doesn't say.

Anyway... "Wait! I can hear
a rhythmic tapping.

"Are they... yes, they are!

They're trying to send a message
via Morse code!"

Mary, come on! The hostages
just happen to know Morse code?

Well, lots of people know it.

- Yes, I do, too, but that...
- Could we please just

- finish the story?
- Mm-hmm.

"Alerted by the hostages,
the police are now loading

"their pistols and getting ready
to storm in.

What will happen next?"

Wha... what does happen next?

The script ends there.

What? That just leaves us hanging.

Do you think you'll
listen to the show?

Of course! We wouldn't miss it.

I really hope it goes well.
Mr. Rockwell's constantly

rewriting the scenes.
He's even left entire pages

- missing from the script.
- Just remember what I told you:

relax and be yourself.

But Mary, did you find out
anything about Tom Knight?

Yes.

Checked the files.
He has quite the record:

several arrests for fraud,
theft and assault.

He spent time in the Don Jail
two years ago.

Oh? How 'bout that? David Pike
worked at the Don Jail

- around the same time.
- Maybe that's where they met.

- Anything else?
- Uh...

Nothing that really stood out.

But, if you'll excuse me,
I really should be going.

Mr. Rockwell's going
to have my hide if I'm late.

- Break a leg!
- That might be less painful.

Bye!

So, Pike was working at the bank

when he and Knight
crossed paths again.

Pike is looking for a place
to take his paramours,

so Knight offers his shack.

They got to talking
and came up with a plan

- to steal the $7500.
- But then Knight

double-crosses him
and takes the haul for himself.

Seems to fit, but how do we prove it?

- Nightcap?
- I'd love to, but I got plans.

Big date with Bill?

Something like that.

There you go.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- New pages for you, Mary.
- Oh.

About the pay: it's a little
bit less than I told you,

but things are tight
around here, so...

That's fine. I mean about the money.

But... ah, but Mr. Rockwell,
this script?

I just finished learning these lines

and now it's completely different.

Mary, we've been through this.

- Gun! Gun! That man has a gun!
- Easy, easy, easy!

The man's a Foley artist.
The gun shoots blanks.

When you read "gunshot"
in the script, he creates

the sound effects.
Look, he's got sirens to wail,

- doors to slam, everything.
- Right. Uh, Mr. Rockwell,

I have to say I'm a bit
concerned with how violent

this script is becoming.

- Yes! But is it life-like?
- I don't know.

The answer is, 'Yes it is.'
The audience will be riveted.

It'll be a thrill ride no
listener has ever taken before.

Now, look over your lines

and get ready. Remember...

we're going to make history.

- Right.
- History.

- History.
- Foley?

- Right. History.
- Right. OK.

- Drake.
- Greyson.

- May I come in?
- Of course.

Wow!

These are some swell digs.

There must be some real money

in the private detective racket, huh?

If you're good at your job.

- Hm.
- How could I help you?

You and I have something
in common. Or someone.

David Pike.

I'm investigating his murder.
I got a few questions for you.

I know I told your men
everything I know.

I gave them my statement
after I called it in.

You wouldn't be holding
anything back, would you?

I don't make it a habit
to lie to the police.

No, it's more of a hobby, isn't it?

Oh. That's cute.

The minute I know something,
I'll let you know.

- Really?
- As long as it doesn't

jeopardize my client's safety.

I'm not asking you to
jeopardize your client's safety.

So what are you asking me?

I'm asking you to trust me.
Just a bit.

Enough for us to share
some information,

help each other out. Quid pro quo.

- Come on.
- Fine.

We believe that Pike met
Tom Knight while working

as a guard at the Don Jail.

It's very possible that they
planned the burglary together

and that Knight may have killed him.

That's what you got?

Nice try. That was step one for us.

- Sure.
- I can see that you don't

believe me, so I'm going to give
you something for free...

...Tom Knight has an air-tight alibi

for the day that Pike was killed.

- Really?
- Really.

Well, thanks for the update.

You're welcome. Now...

- ...want to tell me something?
- Sure.

Thanks for stopping by.

Yeah. I was talking
about the case, but...

I will call you the minute
I have some quo.

I am sure you will.

That's a nice view.

Mrs. Chakowitz.

Dr. Thompson! I thought
you'd gone home already.

I've been in my office
attempting to finish off

all my paperwork, though I
barely even made a dent.

No rest for the weary, I suppose.

Very true, sir.
If death doesn't take a rest,

neither should we.

- Why are you still here?
- Oh! I'm doing some homework.

I'm taking some night classes
at the university.

This must be a new thing for you?

It's been about 10 years, sir.

I suppose I should have known that.

Secretarial arts, I presume?

- Medicine, actually.
- Oh! How very enterprising.

Good luck with your homework.
Try not to spill anything.

Oof! A few noodles, a little chicken,

and yet, it's always so delicious.

Wendy is a master.

Mm. But I think

the secret ingredient

is the company.

You're sweet.

But I'm not much of a secret.

More of an open book.

That's one of the things
I like about you.

Still... there's always
something more to learn

about a person.

So you do have secrets?

Well... I never eat mushrooms.

Okay. I can live with that.

And I never wear perfume.

Yeah. I noticed that.

So, you prefer a woman
to wear perfume, do you?

Not necessarily.

That- that's up to you, Trudy.

- Good to know.
- Anything else?

Uh, I can't.

I got something at church.

I should be going. Thanks, Wendy.

See you soon.

All right, well... be seeing you.

Well, we are seeing that picture

at the Allen on Saturday?

If you still want to.

- Night.
- Night.

Something at church?

What could be happening at this hour?

Big news, Frankie.

I managed to extract enough water

from Pike's clothing
to do an analysis.

- And?
- It was full of tannic acid.

Tannic acid? Isn't that what's
used to preserve leather?

Yes, but in this case,
think of leather as body tissue.

So, you're saying there
was enough tannic acid

to preserve David Pike?

He'd been swimming in it.

Meaning the time
of death could be off.

He could have died days earlier.

Or he may have even
been killed the day

- he and the money went missing.
- Tom Knight no longer

has an alibi; this changes everything.

Bet the water coming
out of that sluice

is filled with tannic acid.

The whole pond is
probably filled with it.

Everyone around here would
know that, including Knight.

Sure.

Everyone knows what it does.

So, Knight comes up with a plan

to kill David and then
he throws him in the pond

to let him pickle.

But why go to all that trouble?

Because he's worried someone
will make the prison connection,

so he creates an ironclad alibi.

Okay. How far do you think
the "love nest" is from here?

Not sure how much love is
actually factored into the nest.

Five-minute walk?

Okay. Let's go see
what Knight has to say.

You want to tell me about it?

No...

That's the kind of 'no'
that is closer to 'yes.'

This has to do with Bill, doesn't it?

- I followed him last night.
- You followed Bill?

I had suspicions.

That he wasn't paying
his taxes in a timely manner?

No! That he was two-timing me.

No.

I saw Bill go into a strange
woman's house that night.

OK, but that doesn't mean...

I know what it means, Frankie.

You want my advice?

Go ahead.

Talk to him. Make him come clean.

And if he doesn't come clean,

make sure he knows
you brought your gun.

You know, that's one
of the things I like about you;

you're very practical.

I've already talked to the police.

I don't need to talk to some lady PIs.

Where were you 10 nights ago?

- What does that matter?
- You didn't answer

the question. Where were you
10 nights ago?

I had a quiet night at home.

- By yourself?
- That's right.

So that means you don't have
an alibi for David's murder.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Using the tannic acid
in the water to alter the time

of death? That was smart.

I think you'd best be going.

Is that a threat?

Consider it sage advice.

- No surprises there.
- It was worth a shot.

What's this?

Looks like a burr. We're in
the forest. They're everywhere.

Yeah, but not around here.

This looks incredibly familiar.

We need to get back to the bank.

So... Mary,

only a couple hours 'til the show.

How are you holding up?

Well, not so good.
All of these last-minute changes

- are a bit overwhelming.
- Look...

Mr. Rockwell isn't
always easy to work for.

But... he's put everything into this.

You know, when the business
couldn't make payroll,

he took out personal loans.

I'm worried that
when people hear this,

- they're going to be frightened.
- Oh, no, don't worry.

They'll... there'll be
a disclaimer read

before the program so everyone
will understand it isn't real.

I don't know...

Look, we can't turn
our back on him, Mary.

Not after we've come this far.

No, you're right. Of course.

The show must go on.

That's the spirit. Great.

You know, Mary, uh...

for what it's worth, I think
you're stealing the show.

Mr. McLaughlin,
we'd like to have a word.

Tell me you've found the stolen money.

Well, for that you need
to be honest with us.

Are you implying I haven't been?

She's not implying.

I have to close up for the weekend.

You need to leave. Now.

Those little pieces of wood
we found in your drawer?

They're hooks from a burr.

What has that got to do with anything?

There are burr bushes near the
shack that David Pike rented.

We believe they fell off
of him as he was searching

through your drawer.
Now, my question is

- what are you hiding?
- You saw for yourself

when you searched it,
there was nothing of value.

Well, maybe we need to speak
to the president of the bank.

No. There's no need to involve him.

You're right. All you have
to do is tell us the truth.

Best if I just show you.

When they put fancy locks
on bank vault doors,

robbers threatened
to kill bank employees

unless they gave up the combination.

So they came up
with the time-locks to make sure

that the vault couldn't be
opened before a specific time.

Correct. There was no point
in a robber killing anyone

because even if they coughed up
the combination,

- the vault wouldn't open.
- I sense a 'but' coming on.

Well, what happens
if someone were to be

locked inside the vault?
You couldn't just

leave them in there to suffocate.

Are you saying there's
another way to open it?

An emergency combination

known only to the bank manager.

I'd jotted it down on a piece
of paper and taped it

underneath my drawer. I thought
no one would ever find it.

And why didn't you
mention this before?

Because it was
totally against protocol.

- It could cost me my job.
- Well, it still might.

I have a wife
with six children to feed,

and one more on the way. Please.

We'll see ourselves out.

No!

I'm done listening to you, Knight!

You listen to me.
Why don't you just shut up

and do what you're supposed to do?

This'll all be over in two hours,

after which we both take our cash

and never speak
to each other again. Got it?

Yes, I'd like to place a call, please.

Oh!

Drake Private Detectives.

Bad time to be making a call.

Is it?

You need to get out there
and say your lines.

- You are up to something.
- That's not your concern.

I think it is.

Your only concern right now
is going out there

and saying your lines.

No.

Well, I'd hate for something
bad to happen to you.

Or to your friend, Huey.

So, what will it be?

Smart girl.

So Pike gets into
the bank manager's office

and steals the combination
to the time-lock.

Then he gives the code to Knight.

And he shoots Pike as a thank you?

But if all he wanted was the code,

why did he steal the $7500?

That's pennies compared
to what's in the vault.

And if he already has the combination,

what's he waiting for?

Maybe that's a question
for Detective Greyson.

Shouldn't we let him
know what's going on?

All we have are some pieces
of a plant in a drawer.

True. But maybe you're also trying

to keep Greyson at arm's length?

- No.
- That's the sort of 'no'

that's closer to a 'yes'.

You know, sometimes it's not easy

having a detective as a best friend.

Thank you, Father Gilmore.

We remind you to tune in every
Monday, Wednesday and Friday

for more praise and fiddling.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

it is time for something very special.

That's odd...

the radio just cut out
after Father Gilmore.

But first, a warning:

what you are about to hear
may seem real,

but it is a work of fiction
produced by our station

for your listening pleasure.

And now, good listeners,
we take you live

to an unfolding news story.

We're trying to reach our reporter.

Are you there? Can you hear us?

Uh, yes, I can hear you.

This is Edna Simpson,

your on-the-scene reporter,

who finds herself
in the most dire of situations.

She's good.

The whole thing sounds good.

A confidential source tipped me

that something big would be happening

at the Don Jail tonight...

and it is.

Somehow, the prisoners
have been armed,

and they are rioting.

And Toronto police forces
are responding.

But they are outnumbered 10 to 1.

They've walked into
a deadly situation.

She's really committing to the fear.

Almost too much.

If someone doesn't do something soon,

this could turn into a massacre.

Operator, give me the police.

- Toronto police.
- Toronto police, please hold.

- Go ahead.
- Who am I speaking to?

We'll get right on it. Yes, sir.

Listen up, boys:
we've got a full-blown riot

down at the Don. Thank you.

Chief wants all hands on deck.

Let's go! Go!

Do you hear that?

Something's making a tapping sound.

Thing's on the blink again.

No, no, no!
It- it's rhythmic and repeating.

It's beneath the sound effects.

- Trudy, that's Morse code.
- From who?

Mary!

I'm going to go.

Ah... ah. Oh, no!

My position is being overrun
by prisoner thugs!

"SOS... Knight... at... bank."

Knight's robbing the bank right now!

Operator. Police, please.

Hey! Get off me, you...

- Telephone lines are jammed.
- We need to get to the bank.

Cute. You got the idea of Morse code

- from reading the script.
- It's over, Mr. Rockwell.

Is it? I don't think anyone
in a million years would have

- pieced this all together.
- You're wrong.

OK, maybe I am.

But if that's so,
I need a little insurance...

and that's you. Now, get moving!

Go! Get moving!

Tom Knight!

What the hell's going on? Who's she?

Someone who's too smart
for her own good.

- So she figured it out?
- Like I said,

she's a smart girl.

The hell do you think you're doing?!

- Damn it!
- Don't you realize

- we have the combination?
- When we get this door open,

don't do anything stupid
and we'll go easy on you.

Actually, we'll go easy on you.

Don't even think about running.

Mary? Mary, are you OK?

We're going to get you out of there!

She says she's safe.

Good. Now, let's get her

out of there before Greyson shows up.

So, David never knew the whole plan?

His role was just to steal

the combination to the time-lock.

And the radio broadcast?

A diversion to pull the cops away

while Knight broke into the vault.

But keeping a radio station
afloat is very expensive,

so they needed the $7500

your husband was transporting
to pay it off.

I wonder what David was thinking,

getting in with those crooks.

Maybe he was gonna use
the money to whisk you away.

You think?

It seems like what you two had
was pretty special.

It was. Thank you.

For everything.

Of course.

So, what will you do now?

I have a bit of insurance money.

I thought I might
buy a little bakery...

go into business baking pies.

- Pies?
- Not just pies. Cookies, cakes,

- scones, you name it.
- This is not what we expected.

Well, if there's one thing
David taught me,

it's that people are
just full of surprises.

Drink at Quon's?

I'd love to, but...

I think I need to clear
things up with Bill.

Good luck.

Thanks.

I guess with Mr. Rockwell in jail,

you're out of a job. I'm so sorry.

Your broadcasting days are over, too.

Well, yes...

But, to be honest, I'm a bit relieved.

It was very stressful.

Besides, I'm a police
officer at heart.

And what are you going to do?
You love radio.

I'll let you in on a secret.

I've talked a local newspaper
into buying the station.

Huey, that's wonderful!

More plays?

I don't think the world's
quite ready for that yet,

but there is something to this
whole live event thing.

So, we're going to focus on sports.

- Sports?
- Just imagine listening

to the Toronto St. Pats on the radio.

It would be like being there but
in the comfort of your own home.

Right, that's a very good idea.

Um...

"Saturday Night Hockey with Huey..."

Oh, my goodness, I don't know
your last name.

Ah, it's Hewitt.
Yeah, Huey is short for Hewitt.

- That's why they call me Huey.
- Oh, well, then what's

- your first name?
- Foster.

Well, Foster Hewitt...

...it's been a pleasure
working with you.

The pleasure was all mine.

Mary, uh, you know, sometime...

Well, sometime I was hoping
you'd come by to say hello.

Sure.

Oh, I'd love that, Huey.

What will it be, Frankie?

Cold tea, Wendy.

And for your friend?

I believe he likes cold tea as well.

When I'm drinking with friends, I do.

We're not friends?

I'll have a ginger ale,
Wendy, thank you.

Coming up, Detective.

So, tonight was
a very interesting night.

Oh?

Yes, myself and most
of Toronto's finest responded

to a prison break,
an imaginary prison break,

that we heard reported on the radio.

Sounds like quite the mix-up.

We looked like complete idiots.

Especially considering
there was a bank robbery

going on in town
at the exact same time.

And just a few blocks
from the police station.

How embarrassing.

Oh, it was.

Well, luckily, someone had it
under control.

If someone had chosen
to keep me in the loop,

things might have turned out
a little differently.

Everything happened so fast,
I had to move quick.

Besides, the lines were busy,
we tried to call you.

Were they busy when you found out

about the stolen
time-lock combination?

Look, if I had anything
concrete, I would have told you.

On second thought, Wendy...

bring me a cold tea.

This won't be the last time
that we bump into each other.

Here I was hoping it would be.

And I was hoping
we could call a truce.

I got a lot of stick
down at the station

for letting myself be bettered
by a female PI.

Won't be the last time.

I got a feeling it won't.

It's on you.

Trudy?

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

- It's not what it seems.
- No?

You aren't paying a call
to the woman in that house?

The woman that smells like cheap
perfume and dresses like...

- She's my dance instructor.
- Oh, come on.

Trudy, you know me.
You know my family.

They're good
church-going people, right?

You trying to change the subject?

Just listen.

They don't dance.

I never learned how.
And I know how much you love it

and how good you are at it, and...

I just wanted to be able
to dance with you.

You expect me to believe this?

I'll show you.

So, how am I doing?

All right.

Better than all right.

That woman's a good dance teacher.

She is...

but practice makes perfect.

About your family...

I think it's time
we told them about us.

Oh!

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