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Frankie! Wait up!

Come on, Louise! Let's see
what these bikes can do!

- I'm gaining on you!
- (LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC)

Oh no, you're not!

Oh, this is just like old times!

- Minus the enemy fire!
- Yeah.

- Where are you going so fast?
- (LAUGHING)

(WOLF WHISTLE)

Told you being a blonde
would cause a stir.

- Maybe that was for you.
- (HONKING)

You don't ride as fast
as you did in the war, Frankie.

You tend to speed a little bit more

when there's bullets
flying past your head.

- Feels like a lifetime ago.
- It was.

I know it sounds ridiculous
but the war?

At least it was exhilarating, now...

Married life a bit dull?

A bit.

It happened quickly. I met James

just after Daddy died.

And presto: Louise
Farr is Louise Barton.

Seemed time to grow up.

You still feel that way?

I've missed you, Frankie.

The things we got up to back then.

No friends like old friends.

Don't you need to get back home?

Give me five more minutes in the past.

- (CHUCKLE)
- (SOFT JAZZ MUSIC)

Before you sail, there's
someone I want you to meet

- Saturday at the Savoy.
- Of course. I would love to.

- You decided to return.
- Hello, darling. This is

Frankie Drake, the wartime
friend I told you about.

Good afternoon, Miss Drake.

Louise, may I have a word?

See you Saturday. No excuses.

Lunch at the Savoy.
I wouldn't miss it.

- You looking for someone?
- (DOOR CLOSING)

- No.
- Oh, that's a shame.

Ha!

(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC)

- (WOMAN): Excuse me?
- (INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Cap?

Captain Morrison?

Frankie.

- Is it really you?
- Last I checked.

Your hair! It's very striking.

I must say, you hear stories
of chance encounters, but I...

What are you doing here?

I, uh... I'm visiting
some old friends.

I'm here to meet Louise, actually.

- You remember her?
- Of course.

You're not wearing
your medals; the king

- will be disappointed.
- Still the same old Frankie.

Will you have time
for a drink sometime?

Sure. Shall we meet back here?

Uhhh... not here.

Where are you staying?

The Salisbury.

Our old hotel.
Is Stan still the bartender?

He still pours a mean martini.

Well, we can catch up properly,

- toast old times.
- I'd like that.

- (DISTANT DETONATIONS)
- (VIOLIN MUSIC)

If I'm interrupting something,
I could leave.

I'll see you later, Frankie.

You must be the famous Frankie
Drake Louise told me about.

Do you want me
to fetch him back for you?

Oh, no, no, it's fine.
Is Louise with you?

No. She said she'd pick
me up over an hour ago.

But, uh, she didn't,
so I thought I'd find her here.

This, uh... this came
in the post this morning.

And Louise would never dream
of missing a lunch at the Savoy.

- Especially on me.
- (AMUSED): Hmm!

"I'll pick you up at 11 a.m.
tomorrow; lunch on your tab."

Why don't we check with the
concierge? Maybe she left word.

Oh, I did. She didn't.
Something's wrong.

I think you're jumping to conclusions.

Lou never doesn't do what she says
she's going to. You must know that.

- Now, come on.
- Where are we going?

Well, you're the private
detective, you tell me.

- Consider yourself hired.
- Looking for a friend

who's late for a lunch date
doesn't seem like much of a case.

And you don't seem much of a detective

if you'd turn down a commission.

Fine. Mrs...?

Christie, Agatha Christie.

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- Do you know Louise's husband?
- Ah, just socially.

My husband, Archie, was lobbying James

for a position in the city.

It didn't pan out,
but Louise and I hit it off.

- Do they have a good marriage?
- I believe so.

The girl's charming,
but, uh, not domestic.

Never could get the hang
of poaching a fish,

but I doubt she lost
much sleep over it.

That'll be fine. Ladies...

James, how are you? A word?

Of course.

Now, have you seen Louise?
She was to join us

at lunch today, but it appears
she has vanished.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
Mrs. Christie,

but there's no mystery to be had here.

My wife's on one of her walkabouts.

- What do you mean?
- Louise needs time on her own.

It's something I accommodate.
She walks, I golf.

You seemed upset with Louise
the other day;

did you two have a fight?

Well, that's really
none of your business.

You hiding something, James?

I expected her to join me

at the annual
Chamber of Commerce dinner,

and she refused to change her plans.

Annoying. Not having
your wife at your side.

Bloody embarrassing.

But save your suspicions
for one of your books.

My wife's on a walkabout.

- To places unknown.
- Miss Drake,

- they're not unknown to her.
- (JAMES CHUCKLING)

He's lying.

What decent husband doesn't know
where his wife is?

I think he had something to do
with this, don't you think?

- I don't know yet.
- Well, if this was

one of my books,
he would certainly be a suspect.

I'll contact you
the minute I have anything.

Don't you want me along?

I do have some experience
in detecting.

This isn't one
of your mystery novels, Agatha.

Louise is my friend too,
and, as your employer,

- I must insist.
- Fine, but you follow my lead.

Of course. What first?

I need to send a telegram.

Oh.

(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC)

(WOMAN): Just grab
whatever you can find, Mary!

- We're out of buckets!
- Frankie didn't need to go

to England, it's Piccadilly
Circus right here.

When is the plumber coming?

The landlord said he was on his way.

Remind me again why you didn't wait
for him in the first place instead

- of trying to fix it yourself?
- Well, the pipe's been leaking

for weeks, and it was
driving Frankie nuts.

I thought it'd be an easy fix.

Oh, Trudy!

I'm really sorry, but - uh -

I've got work early in the morning,

- I should get going.
- Me too. I've got corpses stacked up.

Not actually stacked, but...

- you know.
- ♪

- When is Frankie coming back?
- She's been delayed.

- Telegram didn't say.
- (BUZZING NOISES)

Oh, no. You must be joking.

What else is gonna go wrong
in this place?

Trudy, a building's like a human body:

you shouldn't cut into it unless
you know what you're doing.

Come on.

Sorry, Trudy.

- (DOOR OPENING)
- Flo, wait up!

(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC)

- (CLANKING)
- (UNKNOWN WOMAN SIGHING)

What? Who the heck's
been messing about

with my...?

Frankie Drake? Holy snakes!

Ruby Weston.

It is so good to see you.
So, this... this is your place?

Spent all that time
fixing our bikes back then,

about time I got paid.
What are you doing here?

Wait, don't tell me.

The good Captain Morrison finally left

his wife? Hahahaha!

Did you hear, he got a knighthood?

"Wartime Service to the Realm"
or something.

Is this the man you met at the Savoy?

I knew there was
something between you.

Ha! Morrison was our boss

in Signal Corps; used to call him Cap.

- He and Frankie used to do a little...
- Ruby, Ruby...

You know what I'm saying.
Who's your...? But anyway,

it was all very hush-hush.

At least they thought so.
So who are you?

Ruby, this is Agatha Christie.
She's a friend of Louise Barton.

"Agatha Christie"?
Writer Agatha Christie?

I just read your book!
The Secret Adversary.

- Bang up job!
- Oh, well, thank you.

Are you gonna bring
that foreign bloke back:

- Poirot something?
- I don't know. I mean,

I don't know about
writing another book.

Are you kidding? You're the best thing

- since Sherlock! Take my word!
- (LAUGHING): Oh, well...

You need inspiration,
just get Frankie talking.

She got up to all sorts
during the war.

We're looking for Louise.
Have you seen her?

Not in ages.

She used to come in to get
her bike fixed after the war,

then she pretty much cut me off.

Always had a bit of a loner streak.

So we're learning. Her husband says

- that she likes to go walking?
- Sounds right.

I went with her once
when we were on leave.

She did like this one place.

- Where?
- Um... couldn't tell you.

Just farmer's fields and hedgerows.

We took the bus from Kew to get there.

- We stayed in a hotel.
- Remember the name?

Uh... Duck... goose,
name of some kind of bird.

♪

(MAN): Your building owner

can expect a visit
from the municipal inspector

- tomorrow.
- Really?

- Send him a bill for your time.
- He'll pay?

If he knows what's good for him.

Haha!

Where'd you learn
how to do plumbing anyway?

Ah, well, I'm not just
a pretty face, you know?

My dad wasn't around a lot,
so I had to learn to do

- a lot of things.
- Hm. Well, Frankie will

never be able to tell
anything was amiss.

(TRUDY SCOFFING)

So maybe you have
a little time to see me?

♪

I'll always have time to see you.

Well, in that case, I have two tickets

for the Toronto Maple Leafs
on Saturday.

Great! I love baseball!

Hm! Anyway, I should be getting back.

(TRAIN HORN)

Really? So all three of you
were dispatch riders?

We helped win the war
by delivering memorandums.

Did you ever do more than that?

Did you ever go behind enemy lines?

When called for. You served?

I was a nurse.

So you saw the results of it all.

Nothing prepares you for what men
are capable of doing to one another.

Hotel receptionists
aren't always cooperative,

- I might need your help.
- Do you trust me?

- (DOOR OPENING)
- Good day.

I'm just hopelessly lost.

If you could just tell me
exactly where we are.

I'm looking for the ruins
of Lesnes Abbey.

Do you know it? I know
it's around here somewhere.

Ah! Thank you.

Yes, a friend of mine
was on a hiking trip,

and she's been to this place
already, but tosh.

She said it rained a lot. But then, it
was her first time in England so, um...

♪

♪

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Louise Barton's.

- This is her room, isn't it?
- I'm not at liberty to say.

(COINS CLINKING)

Surely, you can help me out.

(TRAIN WHISTLE)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Agatha, I told you to wait outside.

What? And miss the detecting part?

Looks like someone
put up quite a fight.

According to the maid, she saw

a man carry a woman
down the backstairs

last night. He put her in a local taxi.
The driver's name was Ben.

- She didn't think to report it?
- She did.

The manager told her not to pry
into other people's affairs.

Do we have a description
of her abductor?

Nothing useful. But apparently
the woman looked "poorly."

Well, that's not good.

What's that?

I think it's Louise's sketchbook.

Hmm. Ah.

Ah.

These are disturbing.
I didn't know she drew.

She did a bit during the war, as well.

Just portraits and odd things,
nothing quite like that.

Seems the work of a...

- haunted soul.
- Not the Louise I know.

Nor I.

You sure this is it?

Uh, it's where I was told
to drop the lady, yeah.

Did you get a good look
at the man, Ben?

Ah, now he wore a hat.
Oh, and a big coat.

Most helpful.

If this were my mystery,
our man Ben would have given us

something useful. If the man
had a scar for example,

- or perhaps a limp.
- What kind of nursing home is this?

The kind where husbands deposit
unruly wives for a "rest."

Which means we will
not be welcome guests.

Oh, considerate of
said husbands to buy flowers

for their incarcerated wives.

Isn't it just.

- Flowers for Louise Barton.
- Second door on the right.

And keep it down,
she needs complete rest.

Louise?

Louise! Are you alright?

(WEAKLY): Frankie.

- Frankie.
- She's been sedated.

Very good. Talk to her.
Try to keep her awake.

Louise, it's Frankie.
Agatha's here too.

(AUDIBLE BREATHING) Who put you here?

- He did.
- Who? Who did?

My husband.

James did this to you?

Dilated pupils,
rapid heartbeat, comatose state.

I think it's more than sedation.

Ah! See here!

It's a puncture wound.
I think she's been poisoned.

- ♪
- Are you sure it's poison?

I trained as a dispenser
at the hospital.

While I was studying,
I took a particular interest

- in deadly symptoms of poisons.
- You did, did you?

Well, they're indispensable
to a mystery writer.

Do you have any idea what it is?

- Not yet.
- (FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR OPENING)

What are you doing in here?!

Our friend is very ill,
she needs to see a doctor.

A doctor has seen Mrs. Barton
and I assure you

- she is being treated accordingly.
- Doesn't look that way to me.

Now, what has she been given?

Does Mrs. Barton's husband
know you're here?

Please excuse my friend;
she's a little hysterical.

- I will show you hysterical.
- I'm sure you're taking

- excellent care of her.
- It is critical

that we maintain an atmosphere
of calm for our patients.

If I see your friend here again,

she will be removed immediately.

Understood.

What do you think you're doing?!

Getting us out of here before
they call the authorities.

Let them call
if they are poisoning her!

We don't know that
for certain. And if she is here

at her husband's request, then the
authorities will do precisely nothing.

- Where are we going?
- To find out what James knows.

Why would James
want to poison his wife?

Well, maybe he's tired
of being embarrassed.

So, what am I doing?

You are the nurse, find out
what they were giving her.

What if James won't talk to you?

He will.

(JAZZ MUSIC)

(MYSTERIOUS CLARINET MUSIC)

♪

"Bank of Toronto."

(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

Atropa belladonna,

native to parts of Asia
and Europe, sometimes known

- as deadly nightshade.
- Our poison?

Symptoms are hard to detect,
but if left untreated,

- she will die.
- So she could have been

poisoned at the Old Swan Inn.
It would look

like she was suffering
from a mental collapse,

which would make it easy for her
to be admitted to the home.

Where her body would continue
to absorb the poison until...

She dies an apparently natural death,

- no one the wiser.
- An insidious way

- to kill off poor Louise.
- Well, tell me you have

- the antidote.
- That's the good news.

(ROTARY DIAL RING)

Operator? Overseas telegraph, please.

Yes, hello. I'm ready.
"Miss Trudy Clark,

"0-1-4-7-0.

"Bank of Toronto, box 638.

"Need to know contents and owner.

All help appreciated." Thank you.

I visited many
of the world's great cities;

- Toronto is not one of them.
- You've been?

On the Empire World Tour with Archie.

We weren't there very
long, thankfully.

Nothing but churches
and squealing pigs.

- Terribly dull.
- Visit again.

I'll take you for a spin
around Frankie Drake's Toronto.

- Might change your mind.
- ♪

So, do you have assistants
back in Toronto?

They're more than that.

What's taking him?

Have you ever experienced
a quick visit to a pharmacy?

- Suppose not.
- So, tell me about them.

Not if they're going in that.

Agreed.

Trudy is my partner.
People like her and trust her.

- Probably more than they should.
- (SPIRITED JAZZ MUSIC)

- Can I help you, madam?
- Yes. I'd like to inquire

about the security
of your safety deposit boxes.

Are you interested in obtaining one?

Perhaps. There may be some
personal items in the boxes,

so no one other than myself
could open it, right?

Oh, of course not.
No, our security boxes

can only be opened with the actual key

or by the actual owner.

- No exceptions.
- Very reassuring.

- Flo works in the morgue.
- Oh, a coroner!

No, not yet, but she is

smarter than any doctor I've ever met.

If the roofs cave in,
I don't want to know.

Got a job from Frankie. She needs
someone who looks like a doctor.

See you later.

Mary is a morality officer.

- Hmm. So she fits Toronto well.
- Well, she's

my in with the police
because the police and I don't

- always see eye to eye.
- (LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC)

Your supplies, Madam.

Ah! At last. What do I owe you?

I'll need to see
your licence to practice.

Uh, what licence do you mean?

I have an Apothecary Hall
certification.

Which only allows you to dispense
for a medical officer or chemist.

This is absurd.

I trained at the dispensary
at the Torquay Town Hospital,

- and I need those drugs urgently!
- I'm sorry.

This isn't good enough.

I insist
you telephone them immediately

and speak to a Mrs. Ellis.

Place a long-distance call?!
I'll do no such thing.

(HANGING UP PHONE)

Well, then I shall take
my business elsewhere.

- Good day to you, sir.
- Now, madam,

- be reasonable!
- She said, "Good day."

(DOOR CLOSING)

You got it? Swift hands.

Excellent display of outrage, Agatha.

It was no display.

Of course, he would never
treat a man like that.

- I've got half a mind to...
- Normally I would approve

of what it is you're about
to do, but we haven't got time.

Belvedere Nursing Home, please.

Louise never mentioned that you
were a nurse. What was that like?

When I was in training,
my pharmacist was preparing

a batch of suppositories.
I realized he'd used

ten times the correct dose
of a very dangerous drug.

He'd got the decimal point
at the wrong place, you see.

- Did you tell him?
- What? Tell him

he got the dose wrong?
He'd never have believed me.

So I waited 'til the batch had cooled,

I tipped them over,
trod on them firmly,

apologizing like a mad fool.
Of course, he didn't have

a clue. He just patted me
on the cheek and said,

"Don't worry too much, little girl."

You saved lives, Agatha.

I suppose I did.

So, because they didn't want me
to really do anything,

I used the time
between prescription orders

to write my first mystery.

And since poison was at hand...

Why not use death by poison
in your plot?

Strychnine, to be precise.

Have you read my book?

- I couldn't put it down.
- (DELIGHTED EXCLAMATION)

What did you think?

Real life is never that clever.

But sometimes, it's more interesting.

- Can I ask you a question?
- You're going to anyways.

That hush-hush stuff
between you and the Captain...

I don't see how that's
any of your business.

It's not. Were you sleeping with him?

You were.

What else?

Well, some things during
the war are better forgotten.

I hope he didn't ask too much of you.

Men can do that.

(RUMBLING)

Detective, I believe

our opportunity has presented itself.

- Bingo.
- ♪

(AGATHA): Frankie, look who's back.

If it isn't Florence Nightingale.

If she sees you,
you are out on your ear.

OK, change of plan:
you take in the antidote.

- Me?
- You know what you're doing.

Alright. Wish me luck.

(FLO): OK, Mary,
let's try it one more time.

Box 638 contains

important materials
relating to a case.

Got it?

I think so.

Start with the badge.

Right.

- There. Over here.
- Oh, this man?

Officer Mary Shaw, Toronto Police.

Flo Chakowitz, City Morgue.

We're here on urgent police business.

Ah. Uh, how can I help?

Well, we believe one
of your safety deposit boxes -

box 638 to be exact -

contains important materials
relating to a case.

Ah! Do you have the key?

Well, unfortunately, we do not.

In a desperate attempt
to evade the law, the owner

- has gone and swallowed the key.
- And he's no longer

with us.

Well, be that as it may,
I can't help you.

Well, surely a good citizen
such as yourself

- wants to see justice served.
- You require the key

or the owner. Those are the rules.

Oh! Well, why didn't you say
the rules earlier?

We could have avoided
this whole misunderstanding.

Oh! It's unconventional
and perhaps a little malodorous,

but I will transport the owner
from the morgue immediately.

Corpses are rarely a pleasant sight,

but I'm sure your customers
will understand that you're

- just following rules.
- Box 638?

Ah... Uh, one moment, please.

Excuse me. ♪

We're getting good at this.

I think we're getting
really good at this.

Well, it's a deed.

Made out to a Duncan Farr
for a large parcel of land.

Where?

Near Sudbury.

- Hmph! Lucky him.
- Hm, doesn't mean

it's not worth something.
Land Registry might know more.

Hmm. Looks like Trudy's got

- a hot date tonight.
- (METAL BOX CLOSING)

All done!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Louise.

Louise! It's me, Agatha.

Drink this. Quickly now
before someone sees me.

That's it. Swallow.

- Swallow.
- Hmm.

That's it! Get it down.
You're a good girl.

- Good girl. That's it.
- Yeah, water.

Yes, it has a bit of aftertaste.

That's it.

Good girl. Good girl.

Hmm... Blackwall?

- Blackwall.
- Blackwell?

- Blackwall.
- Blackwall?

- Blackwall.
- What are you saying?

Talk to me, Louise.
What are you trying to tell me?

Foolish marrying...

(CLINKING NOISE)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(CLINKING)

(CLINKING)

♪

We need to get her
out of here. Grab some sheets!

Ah! A rope! Good idea.
Works at boarding schools.

- Louise, it's me, Frankie.
- Ah?

Ah. (CLANKING)

♪

(WHISPERING): Sorry.

You're an old hand at this.

(CLINKING)

(DYNAMIC MUSIC)

- (FRANKIE): How's she doing?
- Her heart rate is normalizing,

so, uh, the antidote's working.
She'll need more when she wakes.

- Understood.
- Thank you for taking care.

Of course! No one hurts
a dispatch gal on my watch.

So what do you suggest?

We wait until she can talk.

(MARY): Duncan Farr, a British fellow,

he would have bought
some five years ago.

"Never heard of him."

Alright. Well, thank you!

Bill might be able to help with this.

If we can't get anywhere
with this, then I'll ask him.

He's a good man to have around.

- I'll say.
- Oh, hello.

I'm inquiring about a plot of land.

It's registered to a Duncan Farr.

Do you know anything about it?

And it's just been laying there?
He hasn't

been doing anything with it?

Would I be able
to get in contact with him?

No. Ah, well...

No, I don't want any land.
OK, goodbye.

Well, that's every
estate agent in Sudbury.

- Every?
- Well, there's only two.

(SIGH)

Alright. I'll ask Bill.

I'm just saying this now:
I hate using him.

You're not!
You're helping Frankie. And us.

(AGATHA): The three of you
were a tight-knit gang?

They got me through a lot.

But you couldn't tell them everything.

There were things
I couldn't tell anyone.

Things you did for the Captain.

He trusted me.

LET ME GUESS:
you were his eyes and ears?

A woman is invisible
when she's delivering messages.

I was to listen and report.

On his own people?

He was looking for enemy informers.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

And he tasked you with helping him?

(FRANKIE): He gave me an assignment.

I had to stop someone
from delivering plans.

I had no choice.

Terrible things were
asked of us during the war.

All we can do is
put the past behind us

and try to forgive ourselves.

Sure.

(MAN): Duncan Farr's land information.

Thanks, Bill. Always nice
having friends in high places.

File clerk's hardly high,
but you know I'm happy to help.

Seems you're not the only one
interested in Farr's property.

Someone else signed this out.
A land surveyor.

"Gregory Snow, 1255A Adelaide Street."

Wonder who he's working for?
What are we looking for?

- Anything useful.

Bill, look what I found! (CLINKING)

- (TRUDY GASPING)
- The night watchman.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS)

- That was close.
- (TRUDY LAUGHING)

We gotta stop meeting like this.

- I gotta get this back to Frankie.
- We got some time.

(KISS) Let's get out of here.

Good ol' Trudy!

Louise's father owns property
north of Toronto.

That's the mysterious fortune?
Poor him.

Well, it's worth a mint.

It sits on one of the world's
largest nickel finds.

And if Louise dies - God forbid -

hubby James inherits it all?

Well, a surveyor named
Gregory Snow reviewed the place.

Trudy's trying to find out
who hired him.

- James Barton perhaps?
- That would be my guess.

- Your friends found this out?
- They did.

- They're good.
- No. They're the best.

Poison me? No, James would
never do that.

But when we found you
in the nursing home,

- that's what you told us.
- I don't remember.

It's the only explanation.

- I found this.
- A key.

- So what?
- It led us

to a deed that your father left
at a bank in Toronto.

Daddy went there after the war
on some land-buying trip.

Louise, if you were to...

James would inherit
very valuable property.

What property? I don't have any...

You don't understand,
he would never hurt me.

Did James ever mention
a surveyor named Gregory Snow?

No. I never heard that name.

Just leave James and me alone.
He didn't do anything.

(FRANKIE): Everything points
to her husband.

Why is she protecting him?

- What is she hiding?
- What else have we got?

Louise said some pretty odd things
the night I gave her the antidote.

Of course, she was delirious,
but something about...

marrying, marriage,

Blackwell's, or... What was it?

"Blackwall."

- Could be a name?
- Could be.

OK, you run that down;
I'm gonna go talk to James.

Talk?

Hopefully that's all that's required.

(DING! DING!)

- Nothing so far.
- James Barton

didn't hire a land surveyor
before he purchased.

- He would have had to.
- Well, even if he did,

it wasn't Gregory Snow 'cause
he's not registered anywhere.

He doesn't exist?!

- No. Not as far as I can see.
- Guess we better tell Frankie.

(JAMES): I've never heard
of Gregory Snow.

I don't know anything about
land, especially not in Canada!

You married Louise
so soon after her father died;

was that to get your hands
on her inheritance?

- What are you talking about?
- You knew that Louise's father

was a land speculator.

You hired Snow to assess
the property in Canada

and found out
that it was worth a fortune.

I'm afraid you've lost me.

Did Snow already
have a buyer lined up?

We know all about Blackwall.

I've no idea what
you're talking about.

Where is my wife? Isn't that
who you've been hired to find?

- She's somewhere safe.
- You found her?

Yes. And not where you put her.

Is she alright?

- Mr. Barton...
- Please,

Miss Drake, is Louise alright?

(DOOR OPENING)

- Well, you don't look happy.
- I'm not.

James didn't put Louise in that place.

He had no idea
that she was even there.

And Trudy has hit a dead-end,
she can't find

anything on Blackwall, and
there's no surveyor named Snow.

That's because Gregory Snow
isn't a surveyor.

- He's Louise's husband.
- What?

Blackwall isn't a name - it's a place

in the East End of London. Rough area.

Amazing what a five-pound note
can buy you there.

What is the connection
between Blackwall and Louise?

There was a notorious black
market ring operating outside

of Blackwall just after the war.
Louise was muddled up in it.

- Our Louise?
- I'm afraid so.

The ring's leader was her husband.

- Gregory Snow.
- Very same.

The police moved in
to bust up the operation;

Snow somehow managed to escape.
Word is he went to Canada

and Louise... was arrested.

Three years in Holloway Prison.

That's why she lied:
she was trying to hide her past.

There's more. Snow and Louise
were never divorced.

- He's still her legal husband?
- Mm-hmm.

OK. So Snow goes to Canada,

finds out that Louise's father
has passed away.

He does a little digging and realizes
that he's married to a millionaire.

Except she doesn't know it yet.

He comes back to England
and starts planning

her "natural" death,
knowing that he would inherit.

- So it was the husband.
- We just had the wrong one.

♪

- (RUBY): Oh, Frankie!
- Ah, what happened?

Too late. She's gone.

What? Who did this to you?

- Louise did.
- What?!

She was trying to leave
and I stopped her.

And then she clobbered me
with a wrench.

Knocked senseless by a pal
with one of my own tools.

- Well, where's she gone?
- I don't know.

But she took my coat and pistol.

- (AGATHA): The girl's gone mad.
- She went home.

- Are you sure about that?
- No.

But if Snow's here, she's not
the only one in danger.

Oi! Where's Lou?

I don't know any Lou.

Sure you do. You married her.

I just want to talk to her.

Well, I hardly think
that she'd want to talk to you.

I doubt you know
very much at all what she wants.

Do you know where she was...
before she suckered you?

A little place called Holloway Prison.

She's my wife, and you don't
speak about her like filth.

Ugh! Oh! Oh!

That's enough!

- It's over, Snow!
- Oh, it's far from that.

She's still my wife! Where is she?

- I'll hurt you if need be.
- No, you won't!

You leave her alone.

Oh!

I thought you were dead.
Why else would you leave me

to face the music
unless you were dead?

Put the gun down, Lou.

- You left me to rot in prison.
- He's not worth it.

Step back, Frankie.

There's another way.

We take him in, you testify -

he's out of your life.
- You don't know

what I went through, that prison.

(FRANKIE): If you shoot him,
you're tied to him forever.

You know what? Go ahead.

Shoot him. He deserves it
after what he did to you.

But you remember that when you're
sitting in a cell in Holloway prison.

I can't go back there. I can't.

Just put the gun down, Louise.

Please, put it down.

- (ENGINE SPUTTERING)
- (SNOW): Come on! Start!

You won't get far without this.

You're caught, Mr. Snow!

(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC)

I-I-I don't think
you're gonna need that,

- Agatha.
- I suppose you're right.

Pity.

When I met Gregory,
he made me feel alive.

I knew what he was and what
he did but I married him anyway.

- It was exhilarating.
- 'Til it wasn't.

- (SOFT ORCHESTRA MUSIC PLAYING)
- I made a real mess of things.

I'm so sorry I lied to you
and what I did to Ruby...

Oh, she'll get over it.

It's over. What of the future?

Well, believe it or not,

James can overlook my past, so long

as it's not plastered
all over The Times.

Not a word from me.

I suppose. Though it is a good story.

His lawyer is sorting everything,
so our marriage is legal.

I owe you both. Thank you.

You know, I would like to point out

that it was me who found the clue
that unlocked this whole riddle.

And I found the antidote!
(AGATHA CHUCKLING)

Well, Frankie, this has been
most illuminating.

- See you here next week?
- I can't.

Chamber of Commerce luncheon.

Oh! No bother.
The week after next then.

And, Frankie, if I ever go missing...

I will expect you to find me.

Thank you, Frankie. You saved my life.

Us dispatch girls
have to stick together.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

You look lovely, Frankie.

You ready for that drink?

- No.
- No?

That night that you gave me the map...

...you planned my route, didn't you?

I did.

You sent me into an ambush.

(SIGHING)

I knew you could handle it.

It would have been nice
to know what your plan was.

You have no idea how many
lives you saved, Frankie.

You sent me out there to kill someone!

He was the enemy. And it was war.

He was just... he was just a boy!

(MORRISON): Yes, a boy
working against us.

(BREATHING HARD)

(CRYING)

Now come on.

I can explain it all over a drink.

- I don't think so.
- ♪

(BOAT HORN)

(DYNAMIC JAZZ MUSIC)

- (GASPING)
- Oh, my God!

- (TRUDY CHUCKLING)
- Oh, my God!

Wow! I'll be turning heads
at church this Sunday.

Frankie, these are gorgeous!

But you didn't need to get us gifts,

we're just happy to have you home.

Speak for yourself.
Who can't use a new chapeau?

- (LAUGHING)
- Thanks to you girls,

I was able to get an old friend
out of hot water.

Speaking of which, whatever
happened with the leak?

I fixed it.

With help.

- I should go away more often.
- No!

Please. We really missed you.

(FLO): I bet you missed
the homemade hooch.

Well, she was probably
drinking the real stuff...

(WITH BRITISH ACCENT):
...over there, across the pond.

- (ALL LAUGHING)
- I was.

I picked up a few tips on
botanicals for our next batch.

Oh! From the bartender
at the Savoy, no doubt.

It was actually.

♪

- What do you think?
- Darling,

- it's fabulous! Darling!
- (ALL LAUGHING)

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