All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries S01E01 Mother of Pearl_track3_[eng]-eng

BELL DINGS

ABE: Come in!

CROSBY: Drinks, madam.

Thank you, Crosby.

Oh, carnations.

What woman doesn't love
the aroma of a funeral?

Oh, ginger ale. How cosmopolitan.

Do we have to go to
this thing tonight, Abe?

Ah, Sweetie, we must.

This dinner's our ticket
to expand into Canada.

Yeah, but does it have to be Toronto?

The city's growing like a wildfire.

Amory Steel needs to be here.

Besides, Pumpkin,
it's only for a few days.

Yeah, but it's hard to imagine

a more boring city
filled with more boring people.

Well, then...

it's up to us to show them
how to live.

Now, now, Tiger.

What's the point
of having beautiful things

if you can't show them off?

Not that I don't love
to make an entrance

but we shouldn't
keep your guests waiting.

Just one thing missing.
- Oh?

Pearls.

They're gone!
- What?

SHE GASPS

MARY:
Keep your knickers on!

Mary?
- Flo! What are you doing here?

I have a life outside of the morgue.

Now, get in here
before you ruin everything.

What are you talking about?
- Just do it!

What is going on?
- Mary!

Keep your voice down.
He'll be here any second.

We don't want you to spook him.
- Who'll be here?

A suspect. Who else?

We're pulling a little sting operation.
- In your own office?

We're gonna use the back door.
He'll never know it's a detective agency.

And this place is tres swanky.

What kind of a sting operation is this?

Cheating husband.

I didn't think you did matrimonial.

Well, things are a little bit slow.

Why is Flo here?
She's not a detective.

She's the bait.

JAZZ PLAYS

This philanderer likes a real woman,
if you know what I mean.

Now the real question is,
why are you here?

I need to speak with Frankie urgently.
- You could talk to me.

No, it's personal.
It's not about me, it's about Frankie.

Is everything OK?
- I don't know. I just need to see her.

OK. Well, she's in The Ward at Quon's.

Yeah, of course she is.

KNOCK ON DOOR

OK. Mary, it's time for you to go.

But if anything's wrong, anything,
you tell me.

I will. Don't worry.

Good luck.
- OK.

Well... hello there, handsome.

Oh. Hello. I'm looking for Frankie Drake.

Thank you very much.

Frankie? Oh.

Fra... Oh! Good Lord!

Hi, Mary.

Uh...

Uh, what is going on?

Well, I'm quitting smoking.

For good, this time.

It's a Chinese treatment called cupping.

Oh, it looks like you've been
attacked by an octopus.

Uh, but never mind.

Just... get dressed.
You have a problem.

Oh, thank you, but I'm just
going to have regular tea for once.

You ever had green tea before?

No, but I'm sure I'll love it.

So what's the problem?

This has a lot of leaves in it.

I was referring to my problem.
- Oh, right.

A string of pearls was stolen last night
from the Crown Ascot Hotel.

Really?
- They were priceless.

Who's the mark?

Abe Amory of Amory Steel, Pittsburgh.

And he needs a little outside help.
Thanks for the tip, Mary.

Oh, no, Frankie. you're the last person
he'd want to see.

The thief left something
in place of the pearls.

You stole evidence?

l... borrowed.
- You could lose your job!

I know. My father is probably
turning in his grave right now

but this is important.

Why would your father care?

Well, he was a policeman.
- Really?

You never told me that.

I didn't?
- No.

Oh, he was just a patrolman,
but a very good one.

He may have even known your father.

My father?
What does he have to do with this?

Well, do you know what that is?
- It's a feather.

Frankie, that's a drake feather.

Apparently this was your
father's calling card.

Calling card?
Wait, how do you know all of this?

Well, it's the talk of the station.
- What are you talking about?

The last time anyone saw this feather

was over 20 years ago,
when a shipment of gold bars

was stolen on its way to
the Bank of Toronto.

My father was just a small-time conman.

Apparently, at the time

the cops were convinced
that your father was behind it.

But they could never
pin it on him.

Cops have long memories, Frankie,
so now they're looking at you.

Me? No, that's crazy!

Well, you know that,
and I know that

but all anyone is saying...
- What? What is everyone saying?

"The feather doesn't fall far
from the Drake.'

RADIO STATIC

You should've seen the look on his face

when I snapped a picture
of him and Flo

canoodling on the couch!

Are you listening?

Yeah! You... you had cannoli.

Frankie, you had nothing
to do with that robbery

so what's the point in worrying?

The cops suspect me.

Me! Can you believe it?
- Well, did you steal them?

Sorry, I had to ask.

Well, all we have to do is figure out
what really happened

and everything will be fine.

Piece of cake.

We obviously know
it's a professional job.

The thief's gonna be looking
to fence those pearls.

Right, well, I'll ask around
with the usual suspects

and see if they've
heard anything. And you?

I'm gonna have a chat
with an old family friend.

KNOCK ON DOOR

FRANKIE: Hello, Jack.
It's been a while.

Frankie. I got your message.

What's wrong?

It's true.

The feather was Ned's calling card.

You gotta understand, Frankie.

There are some things your dad

didn't want you to know.

I'm sure he would make
an exception in this case.

Tell me about the gold.

This was before you were born

and Ned was a different man back then.

He heard about a shipment
of gold bars coming in from England

so we made a plan.

You robbed an armoured carriage.

Right in the middle of a snowstorm.

Gosh, you should have seen us,
all wrapped up

wearing these crazy ski goggles
Ned found.

We cleaned it out.

Left only the feather.

He always told me the feather
was just his good luck charm.

It was both.

When your mom died

Ned couldn't risk doing a job
this big again.

He had you to think about.

The cops never could nail us.
It drove them crazy.

Which is why the police
were always so hard on him.

Now it looks like I'm their target.

Was the feather public knowledge?
- No.

So whoever knew about the pearls
must have known my father well.

Someone like his right-hand man.

If I had snatched those pearls,
I'd never leave you to take the fall.

Well, someone else must've
known about the feather.

Just tell me the truth, Jack.

Your dad and I...

we had a little help,
back in the day.

Jack. Let's make this quick.

I'm supposed to be
at a constituency meeting.

Nice to see you too, Alderman.

Who's the broad?
- Morris Flynn.

Meet Frankie Drake.

Frankie?

I didn't mean, uh...

I don't know what to say.
- Yes, it is a day of surprises.

For instance, I just learned
that my father was a master thief

and head of a criminal gang.

Yeah. Well, that's all
in the past now, Frankie.

Back in the day, Morris was
the best fence this side of the border.

Pretty good training ground
for a politician.

A career financed by your
share of the gold, no doubt.

We all used it to set ourselves up.

I opened a printing business.

Ned saved his share
to take care of you.

So it was just you two
and my father?

That's not much of a gang.

Well, there was Vinnie.

God rest his soul.

He died last year, travelling the world.

He bought shares in a steamer.

But you didn't call me here
to reminisce.

I'm sure you heard about
the pearls

that were stolen
from the Crown Ascot last night.

The thief left a drake feather behind.

Which is going to have the police
knocking down my door any minute.

Yours will be next.

Well, tell her, Jack. We didn't do this.

If it wasn't you, then who?
Who else knew about the feather?

There must be someone else
from back then.

See, that's the thing, Frankie.

It's just us. There's no one else.

You think they're telling you the truth?

It turns out Jack has been
lying to me my whole life.

But you don't think
he'd do anything to hurt you?

Nothing would surprise me.

Well, I've checked with
Toronto's shadier jewellers.

No one's prepared to handle
anything as hot as those pearls.

Maybe the thief is hanging onto them
until things quiet down.

Either way, we have to figure out
how the theft was pulled off.

OK, well, I'll talk
to the Crown Ascot employees

and see if the Amorys
are travelling with any staff.

The help always know more
than they let on.

How do I look?

Plainish.
- Perfect.

The claim is only $100,000.

The pearls are worth much more,
but your company wouldn't...

Mr Amory, we are well aware
of the value of your pearls

and Eastford Insurance is just as
interested in getting them back as you are.

Good.

So to that extent

to your knowledge, who else
knew the safe's combination?

Just myself and my wife.

I see.

Like I said to the police

nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Any maintenance happen
on the suite?

Nothing was scheduled.

How about any room service
or deliveries?

Just the usual comings and goings.

Mostly flowers.
That woman /oves flowers.

LIFT BELL DINGS
- That's it?

That's it.

Five bucks doesn't
get you much these days.

I'll take that.

Oh, finally!

Mrs Amory's in a lather about these.

The missus sure does have
a lot of nice things.

If the lady didn't throw
them on the floor

they wouldn't need
to be endlessly cleaned.

I guess when you grew up
with people like us to help...

That woman wasn't
born to wealth.

In a barn, maybe.

She married up?

I believe the common parlance
is 'gold digger'.

Ooh! Do tell!

The things that come
out of that woman's mouth...

Ah!
TRUDY GIGGLES

Mrs Amory was shopping
on Yonge Street most of the day.

The afternoon I spent
in business meetings.

We were getting ready for dinner

when we discovered
the pearls were gone.

The police dusted for fingerprints,
but they didn't find any.

Except yours.
- Of course. And my wife's.

Were either of these flowers
delivered yesterday?

Uh, carnations just before noon
and later the roses.

So, there was a delivery man
in your room?

Well, the same man came twice.

Rather average,
I didn't pay him any attention.

Anyone else?
- No.

Well, not exactly.

There was a window washer outside.

Did you notice anything about him?

Not really, but I did notice
the name on his uniform.

Unusual name.

Da Gama Window Cleaning.

Well!

Turns out this town's good for something.

Genuine from the Hudson's Bay.

Isn't that splendid?

We forget our donation
to the Salvation Army?

Nora, this is Miss Cooper.
She's from our insurance company.

Good afternoon, Mrs Amory.

Ah. Do you have wings, dear?

There's no overnight train
from Pittsburgh.

So you must've flown.

You are absolutely right,
Mrs Amory.

I am from the New York office.

Oh.

Darling, will you have Crosby fetch me
one of those exquisite ginger ales?

I'm parched.

Coming right up, dear.
- Hmm.

You're no insurance investigator.
- I'm sorry?

Eastford Insurance would never let a woman
oversee a $100,000 claim.

Nice try, honey.

You can tell whatever rag
you're working for there's no story here.

Now get lost.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hello, Frankie.

Ernest Hemingway.

How can I help you?

Well, I thought I'd drop by and see

how you liked my piece
on the Milwinder case.

It was a vast improvement.

I'll take that as a compliment.
- It was meant as one.

I'm sorry, it's been a very trying day.

I'm sorry to hear that.

So what are you really doing here?

I know you don't care about my opinion
of your article.

Well, why would you say
something like that?

Because you write whatever you want.
You don't give a damn what people think.

Now that is a compliment.

So what's up?

I'm writing a major investigative piece

and I think you might be able
to help me.

Well, I doubt that.

Ooh, it's a real humdinger.

There's a missing gold shipment
and even stolen pearls.

Also, a private eye with a dubious past.

Sounds like a bestseller.
- Doesn't it?

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

I thought that might be your answer.

Well...

It's something to think about.

Someone will write this story.

I thought it best if it were a friend.

Good day.

I don't see any listing
for Da Gama Window Cleaning.

I figured as much.

Care to clarify?

When I was a kid, my father
would read me tales of explorers.

When he needed a fake name
for a job, I would get to choose.

Columbus, Magellan, Cabot...

Da Gama.

Another of your father's signatures.

Kind of points back to the gang.

I'm also beginning
to wonder about Mrs Amory.

I mean, she made me on the spot.

Well, her valet told me
that she's a gold digger.

He also told me that her father
is a Methodist pastor in Albany.

That, I believe.
- I made a few calls.

Turns out there's only one
Methodist church in that city.

Same pastor for the last 50 years.

Let me guess.

He never had a daughter
named Nora.

FRANKIE SIGHS
- You again?

Better without the drab jacket
but not much.

What's...?
- We need to talk.

I think not.
- A preacher's daughter?

Well, that's a good story.

Now, is Mr Amory aware
that he married an impostor?

Shh, shh, shh!
Keep your voice down.

Did you steal those pearls?
- Certainly not. Who's asking?

I'm a private detective.
My name is Frankie Drake.

Frankie as in Francis with an I?

How do you know that?

Who are you?

My name's... was...

Nora Drake.

I'm your mother.

Nice try.
My mother died when I was four.

I'm as shocked as you are,
but it's true.

Well, then prove it!

Well, your name is Francis,
spelled the male way.

Your father chose that.
- So you knew my father.

That does not make you my mother.

Ned was on his way to register your birth
when he saw a map

of Francis Drake's travels
in some bookstore window

and he got that name in his fool head

and forgot the name I wanted
for you, Cleopatra.

At least I managed to get him
to call you Frankie.

He always told me that I had him to thank
for not having some...

dreadful name like Cleopatra.

Well, of course he did

because Ned never had an ounce
of imagination.

And where is he, by the way,
because I want my pearls back!

Ned didn't do this.
- Of course he did.

He left the feather behind.

He died 10 years ago.

NORA GASPS

DOOR SLAMS

DOOR OPENS

What gives you the right to
come back here after all these years?

I certainly wasn't looking for you,
that's for sure.

Oh, is that supposed to make
me feel better?

I think you're dead and all you have to say
is you weren't looking for me?

Hey, hey.
This isn't easy for me either.

Where have you been?
- You know, here and there.

New York, Chicago, Pittsburgh...

So why did you come back?
- Abe dragged me here on business

No.

No, you came back thinking
Ned was alive.

You stole those pearls
and tried to frame him.

NORA LAUGHS

Aw, sweetheart. Look around.

I have everything I want,
and until yesterday

that included a priceless set of pearls
that my husband bought for me!

It's a miracle.

My late mother just rose from the dead

and surprise, surprise,
she's the devil.

You don't know for sure
that she's a thief.

I know for sure she's a liar.

She ran out on my father, Trudy.
She left me, her own daughter.

Did you ask her why?
- I was too stunned.

You must remember something about her.

Only what my father told me.

I was too young.
There weren't any photos.

Maybe her smile.

She was always smiling.

No, I probably made that up.

She couldn't have been very happy
if she ran out on us.

KNOCK ON DOOR
- Come in.

I have that research
you asked for.

I have a friend at headquarters
who made a few calls.

Oh, a gentleman friend?

Uh... perhaps.

Uh, anyway...

My friend checked in

with the New York, Chicago
and Pittsburgh police departments

for notable jewel thefts.

And?

And there were three robberies where
the names of explorers were used.

On a Fifth Avenue heist

the thief even posed
as a courier from Cartier.

Cartier!
What that woman won't steal.

At least she was telling
the truth about where she's been.

Just not what she's been up to.

I'm sorry, Frankie.

You know, I spent my entire life

wondering what it would be like
if she was alive.

It just goes to show.

Be careful what you wish for.

I don't know what's going on.

But I... I do sense that something
is going on.

I'll fill you in sometime, Mary.

Now is just not it.
- Oh, alright.

Um, Frankie,
there is one more thing.

The police think that
you had help pulling this job.

Someone on the inside.

And they're looking at everyone,
even the Amorys.

NORA: OK. Bring the bag. Bring the bags.
Come on!

Hey.

Union Station.

Mind if I tag along?
- Yeah, I do.

So, where are we headed?
Back to Pittsburgh? New York again?

Or are we going somewhere new?
I hear California's nice.

Frankie...
- I don't care. I won't stop you.

Just hand over the pearls.

We need a moment.

Don't go anywhere. Get out.

I already told you, I'm not the thief.

This escape plan would prove otherwise.

The cops are sniffing around.

If they find out I am Nora Drake,
they're gonna try to hang this on me.

No, on us! They already think
I'm working with an inside man.

What?!
- And with your history

of jewellery thefts behind you

it's only a matter of time
before they put two and two together.

Listen, I swear I went straight
when I met Abe.

There's no better con
than marrying a rich man.

It so much easier
and he really does love me.

Well, as much as that warms my heart,
I don't think the cops will buy that.

How many times do I have to say it?
I didn't do this!

Well, then who did?
- 1...

NORA SCOFFS
Fine! Unload the bags!

Wait, what are you doing?
- I'm helping you get my pearls back.

I don't need your help!
- Oh, that's too bad.

Excuse me?!
- Think about it.

If it's only a matter of time before
they nail one or both of us

then we need each other and no one
knew your father better than me.

Fine. We work together,
we find the thief

we get the pearls
and then you leave town.

Fine! And we never have
to see each other again. Deal?

Deal!

KNOCK ON DOOR

FRANKIE: Come in!

I haven't changed my mind.

I'm not here about that.

Well, actually, I am.

Sort of.

But first, I wanted to say I'm sorry.

Clearly this is more sensitive to you
than I realised.

If I offended you... I apologise.

Apology accepted.

This is for you.

It's a copy of his photo the cops had.

It's the only photo
of Ned Drake I could find.

I don't know who the woman is
in the photo, but...

I think I recognise the child.

I thought you might like to have it.

Thank you.

I'm still writing my story

should you ever
want to give me an exclusive.

DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

You're gonna have no eyebrows left
if you keep that up.

I'm just thinking.

This'll help.

So? How'd it go with your mom?

She says that she's innocent.

She wants to work together
to figure this out.

And how do you feel about that?
- Well, how am I supposed to feel?

My dead mother turns out to be alive.

My father lied to me my entire life.

And I've been running around,
pointing fingers

and it's gotten me nowhere.

So what're you gonna do?

I don't know.

Maybe you should...

take her offer.

For her to help?

There's nothing she can do.

Well, maybe there is something.

What's up, Frankie?
Did you find the pearls?

Not exactly.

Well, this better be important.
I have a vote at City Hall in an hour.

Remember when you said
no one else was involved?

Turns out you were wrong.

Nora!

I never thought I'd see
your traitorous face again.

Likewise, I'm sure.

Judging from your reactions

I'm guessing you both knew
that she was alive.

Really, Jack?
- Ned swore us to silence.

No matter what happened,
you were never to know.

Besides, she was dead to us.
- You're charming as ever, Jack.

After the way you broke up the gang,
and Ned's heart...

Oh, please!
- Abandoning your own child?

Get off your high horse, Morris!
We all know how you financed your career.

OK, just shut up, everyone!
I don't care about ancient history.

The only thing I care about
is finding the thief.

Yeah. You know perfectly well
you stole the pearls

just like you knew perfectly well
who you were stealing them from.

Me.

She's Nora Amory now.

Now I wish we'd done this job.

JACK LAUGHS

Fine, Nora. I'll bite.

How did we do it?

Exactly the way I would've done it.

NORA: A flower delivery
comes to the door.

Carnations.
Should've been my first clue.

Who sends a woman carnations?
Anyway, that'd be you, Morris.

You put ‘em by the window
and then you unlock it

when Abe's back is turned.

Then a window washer
would've appeared outside

and that'd be you, Jack.

Da Gama!

I always told Ned that name
stuck in people's minds.

You know what you should've gone with?
Champlain.

And when Abe leaves, you come in
through the conveniently unlocked window.

No mystery where a safe is in a suite

and a lock like that would've been
a piece of cake for a safecracker like you.

And then the icing on the cake.

You replace the pearls
with a drake feather.

I wouldn't expect you baboons
to come up with anything original.

So then what?

If Jack left through the front door,
someone would've seen him.

No, he went out through the window.

But the window was locked
from the inside.

Mm. Exactly.

The only way to get away
with a plan like that

is to pay attention to the details.

You see, Morris here went back
after Abe returned

and locked the window.

Just like old times, right, boys?

And now the only thing that's left

is for the best fence in town
to get to work.

So hand 'em over, Morris.

I had nothing to do with this.

I like it at City Hall.

Not interested in spending
the rest of my life in prison.

You won't have a life to spend
unless you give me back what's mine!

Frankie, don't believe her
for a second.

Well, this is getting us nowhere fast.

Watch your back, Frankie.

There's no honour amongst thieves.
- NORA LAUGHS

NORA: You're right.
I don't think they did it.

Why the change of heart?
- Oh, come on. Those blockheads?

They could never pull off a stunt
like that without me.

Without you?

Why? What are you thinking?
Ned was the brains of the operation?

Hate to burst your bubble, sweetheart,
that honour was all mine.

Even the feather, that was my idea.

I mean, Ned may have been
a good father

but, you know, he was a small thinker.
He pulled small cons.

50 bucks here,
50 bucks there. But...

Well, I never saw him con
anybody who didn't deserve it.

Yeah, well, that's another way
of saying he lacked ambition.

Well, if he had been locked up
for pulling some big job

I would've been left with nobody.

Why did he tell me
you were dead?

NORA MURMURS

You know when everything changed?
When you were born.

For me, that gold job.

OK, that was just the beginning.

But then Ned didn't want to do
that kind of thing anymore.

And then he made me choose:
all or nothing.

And I chose...
- Nothing.

Well, whoever the thief is

they pulled the job like
the Drake Gang, right?

Right.

So I'm thinking they would
fence the pearls like we would've done.

And that would be...?

We'll need newspapers.

JAZZ PLAYS ON PHONOGRAPH

Nice place you got here.

Huh.

Oh! So this is a hookah.

FRANKIE: Uh-huh.

Where'd you get it?
- Egypt.

Egypt? What took you to Egypt?

Chance, if you must know.

Yes, I must.

I met an archaeologist
on the overnight train to Marseilles.

Howard Carter.

He was looking for
the tombs of the pharaohs

and he convinced me to go
to the Valley of the Kings with him.

How'd you like digging in the sand?

It was fascinating.
- Mm-hm?

But you left Mr Carter behind.

It wasn't like that.
Besides, the war intervened.

Yeah, didn't it just.

Well, smoking is a filthy habit.

Who are you, my mother?
Oh, wait.

How do you pay for all this?
- I work.

DOOR OPENS
- Well, that's a novel approach.

NORA:
Oh, and you have a servant.

Excuse me, Miss.
Can you fetch me a drink, please?

The strongest booze you've got,
I'll take.

Trudy, meet Nora Amory.

Oh! Your dead mother.

This explains so many things.

Trudy is not a servant.
She works with me.

Isn't that the same thing?
- As a detective.

Ah! My mistake.

Enchantée, Trudy.

So what's with all the papers?

Nora has a hunch how the thief
is going to try to fence the pearls.

They're gonna try to communicate
using a Lost and Found ad.

The thief will post 'found'
and the fence will post 'lost'

and name a place for the thief
to leave proof he's got the goods.

Pearls are from the ocean

so we're looking for something
with reference to the sea or water.

Hey, how about this?

'Found: Shorthair Pomeranian
on Cherry Beach.

Owner must describe collar
and pay for this ad.'

Definitely not.

Oh, here.

'Found: Clamshell handbag
at the Crown Ascot Hotel. Unique item.'

That's it. No imagination, though.

They almost give the whole thing away.

Wait, here. This morning's paper.

'Lost: clamshell handbag.

Bring to the ducks across
the Poppy and Pauper, 200 Winchester.'

200 Winchester.

That's the Necropolis.
- Classic cemetery meet.

NORA: Well, now we just have
to find the ducks

across from the Poppy
and the Paupers, Miss Detective.

War graves...

That could be what 'poppy' means.
- Mm-hm.

And there's the city graves for the poor,
the 'paupers'.

This is where the city graves
meet the war graves.

So what do you think they mean
by the ducks?

Oh, you've got to be kidding me!

NORA: Morris!

You no good, lying sack of...

Morris, don't.

Carved from soap
and covered in boot black.

Ugh. He never could
stomach violence.

Thank you.

Now, at the risk of sounding repetitive,
where are my pearls?

I don't know.

HE YELPS

You know I can break it.
You've seen me do it.

Alright. I... I don't know
where the pearls are.

Not yet.
HE GROANS

OK, OK...
I checked the classifieds

after you told us
how the scam went down.

Uh-huh?
- I couldn't help myself!

And Jack?
- Doesn't know a thing about this.

That's the truth.

Alright, Morris, where's the drop?

The ducks across from the poppies
and the pauper? Which grave?

Uh...

I know which one.
- You do?

MORRIS WHIMPERS

Oh.

Ow!

NORA CHUCKLES

FRANKIE:
This is funny to you?

Oh, come on.

Ned would've loved that
he was being used for a drop!

Oh!

Yeah, well...

Nice to think he's buried beside me.

Nicer to know I'm not in there.

Oh!

They're just flowers.
I come by every once in a while.

You don't need to get
all sentimental about it.

You never told me how he died.

Some kids were in a brawl.

One of them...

Dad knew the kid's mother.

He intervened.
- Oh.

Took a few blows to the head
and died a few days later.

NORA SCOFFS

Just like Ned, huh?

Always stickin' his nose in
where it didn't belong.

Let's find whatever proof
the thief left and get out of here.

Yeah, yeah.

This looks like the thing.

Yeah. That's from my necklace.

[... I'll hang onto that.

Oh. Yeah, sure.

Aw, Neddy.

You know...

he may be the only man
I ever really loved.

You left him.

Yeah, but I would've made a mess
of things eventually, so...

You know, I see
a lot of your father in you.

I think he'd be...

Well, he'd like...

He'd like how you turned out.

I'm a work in progress.

Oh, yeah.

NORA SIGHS

NORA:
You want to know something, Morris?

This would've been
a whole lot simpler

if you just told us
the truth in the first place.

Oh, but truth was never
your strong point, was it?

I don't have anything
to do with this, Nora.

You're not weaselling out.

In fact, you're helping us get
to the bottom of this.

Now do it.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
Yeah, hello.

Classified desk, please.

Yeah. I have an item
for this evening's edition.

‘Urgent. Lost: clamshell handbag.

Meet in the Crown Ascot lobby,
3 p.m.

Yeah.

JACK:
This guy's got some nerve copying us.

Who is he, Frankie?

That's what we're going to
find out.

Morris' classified ad has the meeting
set for 3 p.m.

in the lobby of the Crown Ascot hotel.

Who's the buyer?
- Jack is.

I'll dust off my good suit.

FRANKIE:
You and Morris will be sitting here

waiting for the seller.

Trudy, you're going to pose
as Jack's nurse.

You'll block the front entrance
once the mark is in position.

Nora and I will be close by

but we're going to hang back
until Jack has the pearls in his hand.

NORA: Not bad, Frankie.

This whole setup, I mean.
Maybe you do take after me.

Is that supposed
to be a compliment?

Yeah, don't get all sentimental about it.

You know, it's, um...

It's true things changed
when you were born.

You don't have to...
- No, no, it's, um...

It's not that I didn't care.

It's just that I'm not maternal.

And your father,
he only wanted what was best for you

and... and leaving was
the best thing I could've done.

Well, that's honest.

I'm happy this happened.

Yeah? You're happy to have me
over your priceless pearls?

Well, let's not go that far.

Oh, no!

If the thief sees Abe,
he'll get spooked and run.

I'll handle this.

Sweetheart! Oh, my gosh!

ABE: What is this?
What are you doing here?

You know what,
I want a drink in my room.

Come on, I just don't
wanna go in by myself.

What's going on, Frankie?

Just having tea with an old friend.

Really?

You know, I've been watching you
for some time

and it seems like something else
is going on.

Oh, I think you're letting your
imagination get the best of you.

You should stick to fact, not fiction,
Hemingway.

The woman who was
just sitting next to you...

An old family friend.

I couldn't help but notice she seemed
very familiar with Abe Amory.

If I'm not mistaken,
that's his wife.

But I think I recognise her
from somewhere else.

A photo, perhaps?

OK, what do you want?

The inside scoop.
- And if I say no?

Then you won't have any
editorial input on the story.

What gets written...

Well, it could say all kinds of things.

I get to vet the story
before it goes to press?

You know, sometimes I have very
mixed feelings about you, Hemingway.

Now get out of here.

What are you doing?
- He isn't coming.

Did we do something wrong?
- But the ad was crystal clear.

Maybe he got cold feet.
- Maybe he saw Abe.

Maybe not!

You again!
- Mr Amory.

You can cut the act.

I know you're not an
insurance investigator.

Now get out of here
before I call the police.

Go ahead, call the police.

You can let them know
I'm a private detective.

A private detective?

Who hired you?

Well, that isn't important.

What is important is I just watched you
try to sell your own pearls.

HE LAUGHS

That's ridiculous.
In fact, I just found the pearls.

They'd simply been misplaced.

It was all just a terrible
misunderstanding.

Now, if you would just kindly
leave my wife and myself in peace.

Mr Amory, no.

The police would've searched
this room top to bottom.

This is insurance fraud

and now you're trying
to wiggle your way out of it.

I beg your pardon!

It's quite brilliant, in fact,
trying to cash in twice.

My only question is, why would a man
richer than Rockefeller

need that much money?

I said leave.

Gambling?

Perhaps blackmail?

My wife.

Nora?

She has very expensive tastes.

And my company's been in trouble
for a while now.

You're telling me
that Nora has bled you dry?

She'd leave me if she knew.
- She'd leave you anyway.

That's what she does.

She's a grifter. A thief.

How the hell would you
know all this?

Because she's my mother.

Her real name is Nora Drake.

My name is Frankie Drake.

Drake...

When we first got together,
Nora and I

we'd lie in bed at night
and tell each other stories.

Hers were always about these
master thieves

she'd heard about in Toronto...

The Drake Gang.

How they pulled off perfect crimes.

That's how you knew
about the feather.

I took bits and pieces of her stories
and cobbled together a plan

I felt would be their style.

I never realised she was
telling me about herself.

Where are the pearls right now?

They're gone!
- Where is she?

In the bathtub.
- Nora?

What's the matter?
Is something wrong?

She's gone.

No! Wait! Wait!

Stop!

KLAXON

Frankie...

Don't ask why.

It's the only motherly instinct
I've ever had

and it's making me uncomfortable.

Frankie, it's, uh, so nice of you
to stop by.

Please, can I get you something?
A cup of tea?

I've got some fine ginger ale.

No, thank you.
I just came to say goodbye.

Oh.

So where's Abe?

We, uh...

You know, we had
a mutual parting of the ways.

Which is a shame, really,
because he was a wonderful companion.

Until he went broke.

Hey, that was entirely his fault.

All he had to do was say no
every once in a while.

Well, I hope he makes good use
of those pearls.

You gave him the pearls?

Of course I did.
They were his, after all.

Yeah, well, no wonder he took
being dumped so well.

So what are you going to do now?
Squander another man's fortune?

Yeah, and it's slim pickings
in this city.

Wait...

You're staying?

Well, just... you know, for a while.

We had a deal.

Listen. You don't have to believe me,
Frankie

but I'm ready to start a new life.

Yeah, well, don't think we're pals

just because we got out of
one scrape together.

Yeah, I wouldn't dare.

You still offering that ginger ale?

It's a bit on the drab side.

How 'bout that.

How 'bout that.

RADIO STATIC HISSES

LIGHT JAZZ PLAYS ON RADIO

This article is eye-opening.

I... I knew a bit about your family

but I never imagined!

Remember,
that was the edited version.

Mary, just like I told Hemingway,
no one can know who the Drake Gang is.

Or that Nora is still alive.

And especially not that
she's my mother. Promise me.

Mum's the word.

It might not be so bad
having your mother around.

Some families are good.

Mine... not so good.

You know what's sad?

I never got to see
the infamous pearls.

Hang on. I still have one.

Of course.