All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries S02E03 1080p BluRay x264-BEDLAM (1)

MARY we.
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.

AH seems lost!

OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS

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 modernisation

I remind our audience listening at home

this is the law.

DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS

Tune in next week at the same time

for another case from the files
of Mary Shaw, morality officer.

FOLK MUSIC PLAYS
- Now, stay tuned to this station

for Fiddling Father Gilmore and another
bible study from The Book of Kings.

FIDDLE MUSIC PLAYS

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 alright?

Sure. It's a date.

I better get back to work.

STRING MUSIC PLAYS
- HE WHISPERS: Mary, Mary.

You were great. You were great!

SHE WHISPERS:
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.

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.
- OK.

Velma! What're 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 dollars, 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 dollars 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 rne like that.
- Uh, 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.

STREETCAR BELL RINGS

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 7.500
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.

HE SIGHS
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.

MCLAUGHLIN SIGHS

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 wanna 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.

MAN:
What d'you mean she quit?

Well, she just doesn't wanna 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. 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.

Well, he wasn't being very pleasant.

Ah, he's... he's alright.

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
you've 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.

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

Thank you.
- No problem.

IDA:
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?

IDA CHUCKLES

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!

Is everything OK?
- I'm fine. Everything's fine.

You're lying.

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

How do you know?
- Cos 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 gonna 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-nets!
- No, no.

Definitely not "what-nets."
- 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.

ROCKWELL CLAPS

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 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,
- HE SCOFFS

What d'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.
- INSECT BUZZES

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

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."
- TRUDY: 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?

"Alerted by the hostages,
the police are now loading

their pistols and getting ready to storm in.

What will happen next?"

Wham 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 dollars.

But then Knight double-crosses him
and takes the haul for himself.

Seems to fit,
but how do we prove it?

SHE SIGHS

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

Big date with Bill?

Something like that.

There you go.

Thank you.

ROCKWELL SIGHS
- Thank you.

INDISTINCT WHISPERS

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.

SHE SIGHS

GUNSHOT
- SHE GASPS

Gun! Gun! That man has a gun!
- 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.

GUNSHOT
- 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 can 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 told your men everything I know.

I gave them my statement
after I called it in.

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

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 jeopardise
my client's safety.

I'm not asking you to
jeopardise 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

Torn Knight has an air-tight alibi
for the day that Pike was killed.

Really?
- Really.

Well, thanks for the update.

You're welcome. Now...

wanna 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 qua.

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.
- THEY LAUGH

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.

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.

SHE SIGHS

SHE GRUNTS

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.

OK. 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.

Alright, 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?

SHE SIGHS

SHE SOBS

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.

SHE SIGHS

But why go to all that trouble?

Because he's worried someone
will make the prison connection

so he creates an ironclad alibi.

OK. 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?

OK. 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.

THEY CHUCKLE

I've already talked to the police.
I don't need to talk to some lady Pls.

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.

FRANKIE (v);
This looks incredibly familiar...

We need to get back to the bank.

So... Mary.

Only a couple hours 'til the show.
How 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 programme so everyone
will understand it isn't real.

I don't know...
SHE SIGHS

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.
- 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.

ROCKWELL:
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.

PHONE RINGS

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 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 dollars?

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?

Nu!

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.

FIDDLE PLAYS

HUEY CLEARS HIS THROAT

HUEY:
Thank you, Father Gilmore.

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

far more praise and fiddling.

And now, ladies and gentlemen

it is time for something very special.

RADIO CRACKLES

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.

STRING MUSIC PLAYS

And now, good listeners,
we take you live

to an unfolding news story.

GUNSHOT
- We're trying to reach our reporter.

Are you there? Can you hear us?

GUNSHOT
- Uh, yes, f 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.

GUNSHOT

Somehow, the prisoners have been armed,
and they are rioting.

GUNSHOT
- STRING MUSIC PLAYS

And Toronto police farces are responding.

SIREN WAILS

But they are outnumbered 70 to one.

They've walked into a deadly situation.

GUNSHOTS

MARY GASPS

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.

PHONES RING
- OPERATORS: Toronto police.

Toronto police, go ahead.

OPERATORS CHATTER
- PHONES RING

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!

GUNSHOT
- STRING MUSIC PLAYS

PEN TAPS

RADIO BLARES
- PEN TAPS

Do you hear that?

Somethings making a tapping sound.

SHE SIGHS
Thing's on the blink again.

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

SIRENS WAIL ON RADIO
- PEN TAPS

It's beneath the sound effects.

Trudy, that's Morse code.

From who?
- Mary!

GUNSHOTS AND SIRENS WAIL
- PEN TAPS

I'm going to go.

GUNSHOTS
- 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...!
SHE SCREAMS

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 all this 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!

ROCKWELL:
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.

MARY GRUNTS

GUNSHOT
- The hell do you think you're doing?

Damn it!

Don't you realise
we have the combination?

When we get this door open

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

ROCKWELL GROANS

Actually, we'll go easy on you.

Don't even think about running.

Mary? Mary, are you OK?

We're gonna get you out of there!

MARY TAPS ON DOOR

She says she's safe.

Good. Now, let's get her out of there
before Greyson shows up.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

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 dollars

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 (Juan'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 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'd 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 rne 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...

Sometime I was hoping
you'd come by to say hello.

Sure.

Oh, I'd love that, Huey.

What'll it be, Frankie?

Cold tea, Wendy.

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.

WENDY:
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 thoughts, 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 Pl.

Won't be the last time.

HE SCOFFS

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.

# Kiss me... #
- Oh!

It Under the starry, starry nights... 8%!

So, how am I doing?

Alright.

# Your eyes are oh, so bright... #

Better than alright.

# So tender... #

That woman's a good dance teacher.

She is...

but practice makes perfect.

It Hold me #

It Hold me close, never let me go, no... $6

About your family...

It I don't ever want to be alone... #

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

# Hold me. #

Oh!