All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries S03E08 1080p BluRay x264-BEDLAM (1)

(indistinct speaking)

(man):
Thank you so much.

(woman): So can Miss Rose
have your support?

Etta Rose has lived in
the Ward her entire life, ma'am.

- Thank you for listening.
- I hope you'll reconsider.

- How's it going on the phones?
- Some people like you

- and some people...
- I know, it's a long shot.

No, nothing worthwhile
comes easy. I can still hear

- Mr. Johnson's voice.
- Mr. Johnson?

- What was that, 7th grade?
- Mm-hmm.

We've known each other
a long time.

And even if I didn't,
I would still vote for you.

(chuckle)
- As would I.

(phones ringing)
- Etta, this is Frankie Drake.

The famous private detective
I've been hearing so much about.

You are the famous one,
Miss Rose. Trudy has been

talking about you non-stop since
you announced your candidacy.

Etta, please.

Alderman Decker has held the seat
for as long as I can remember.

Mhm. The community has been
neglected for far too long.

How are the polls looking?

Oh, well,
if everyone who said

they're gonna come out
and vote does,

then yes, I have a chance.
If they don't...

Miss Rose. I hope all
is progressing well.

We're working the phones,
talking to people

just like you taught me.

And who might you be,
young ladies?

This is my friend Trudy Clarke
and her associate Frankie Drake.

- I remember you.
- Yes.

My mother, Mildred Clarke,
and I, we helped

with your campaign
after the war. She still speaks

very highly of you.

Please give
my very best to Mildred.

I will. She'll be thrilled.

Ladies and gentlemen, look
who's dropped by for a visit:

Mr. William Hubbard.

As you know, he fought
the same fight we're fighting.

He worked for the poor,
he tried to improve

our waterfront
and helped create High Park.

He's also the first person
of African descent

to hold office in this city.

You forgot
the most important thing:

the Hubbard Mini Bread Oven.
(all laughing)

I look at you all
and I feel pride.

And I know that you will all build
on my humble accomplishment.

I've known Etta Rose
since she was a child,

and I am deeply moved that she's
chosen to follow in my footsteps.

Bless you all.

Sir, it is an honour
to meet you.

It's an honour
to meet you too.

And we're gonna win
this one for Etta.

Let me show you around.

Well, you know, if anything, you're still
doing a lot of good around here.

You're teaching English,
you're helping new arrivals.

None of that will matter if
the neighbourhood's destroyed.

- Hmm.
- I aim to get elected and stop it.

We're going to do what can do
what we can to help.

- Anything you need, we're here.
- Thank you.

I'd hate for you to lose
your favourite drinking hole.

- Mm-hmm?
- Don't think I don't know

what's out back of Quon's.

Been there a few times myself.
(glass shattering)

(screaming)

- Someone call the fire department!
- ♪♪♪

(engine humming)

- Everybody, come on, let's go!
- Let's go, let's go, let's go!

♪♪♪
- OK, guys, everyone,

stay outside. Get some air.

Licence plate
was H 407.

Told you we have
a fight on our hands.

(theme music)

(woman scat singing)

- That was all I saw.
- Ah.

Thank you. That'll be all.

- "That'll be all"?
- Her office was just bombed!

I saw a car drive away
right after the bomb was thrown.

The licence plate
was H 407.

- You see them throw the bombs?
- No.

Well then, who's to say
it wasn't just a car?

Me! It was obvious
the way that it sped away...

You're supposed to be
detectives, you should know

- that nothing's obvious.
- The only thing that seems

obvious is the fact that
you don't want to do your job.

- Looks like everything is under control.
- You might want to

- post a couple of men outside.
- You might want to post

- a couple of men out here.
- How would it look, Miss Drake,

if the police department were
seen to be picking favourites?

So you're not
gonna do anything?

I'll send a couple
of beaker boys,

see if they can find out
anything about the fire.

I heard that politics
is a nasty business.

- I guess I heard right.
- Wait.

- So that's it?
- (Trudy): Frankie, it's OK.

- We'll handle our own business.
- You mind yourselves.

I'll get that plate number
to Bill.

♪♪♪
- OK.

(bell ringing)
- "It lay thickly

"drifted on the crooked crosses
and headstones

"on the spears
of little gate,

"on the barren thorns.

"His soul swooned slowly
as he heard the snow

"falling faintly
through the universe,

"and faintly falling like
the descent of their last end

upon all the living
and the dead."

That's very good.

Etta Rose's campaign office
has been firebombed.

What?! By who?

- We don't know.
- Will you guys help?

- Of course.
- What did the police say?

- It's not their problem.
- So it's ours.

♪♪♪

Are you sure this is
the right address?

- Bill doesn't make mistakes.
- He says the owner of the car

lives on the second floor.

(indistinct chatter)

Excuse me. We're looking
for a Mister Ken Wallace.

- You got him.
- Do you have a car with the licence plate

- H 407?
- Who's asking?

- I'm Frankie Drake.
- This is Trudy Clarke.

- We're private detectives.
- You're broads!

- Gee, could have fooled me.
- Where is your car?

- Damned if I know.
- So you're saying you lost your car?

I didn't lose nothing. It was
stolen a couple of days ago.

- How convenient.
- What did you say to me?

Did you report the car
stolen to the police?

Oh yeah, yeah.

And they tell me
it's their number one priority.

- So that's a no then.
- That's a no.

So, the same car used
to attack Etta's headquarters

- was stolen the night before the attacks?
- I don't buy it.

- (Trudy): Where is everyone?
- A firebomb has a way

- of dampening enthusiasm.
- So kind of the opposite effect.

Fire, dampening?
Wrong time

- for science, Flo.
- We are going to find

whoever did this.

The damage may have
already been done.

- They're probably just scared.
- They'll come back.

Mary and I can man
the phones for a while.

- We talk on the phone all the time.
- A bit too much if you ask me.

- (Mary): Yeah.
- Miss Rose,

sincere condolences. Politics is
supposed to be robust,

- but it shouldn't be a war.
- Alderman Decker. Hello.

Was anyone harmed
in the attack?

- No.
- Thank God for that.

- We're very grateful.
- What can I do for you?

I just wanted to stop by
and make it clear

that my campaign
abhors acts of violence.

Did your campaign suffer
any similar incidents?

- Thankfully no.
- That's good for you.

I don't believe
I've had the pleasure.

I'm Frankie Drake,
this is Trudy Clarke.

Of course, the detectives.

This is quite the day. Anyhow,
Miss Rose, if you're in need

of any stationery supplies

of any kind, I'll be happy to
provide you with what you need.

- Thank you.
- But I don't need your help.

Very well then.

But since you're here,
why don't you walk down

the street and tell all
these people that you're gonna

kick them out of their homes
the moment you're elected.

I'm not here to argue
with the events of the day.

- I'm just offering my assistance.
- Lady says she doesn't need it.

- Boyzey Penbrooke.
- What are you doing here?

I think it's time
for you to leave, Decker.

♪♪♪

I'll see you
on the hustings, Miss Rose.

Looking forward to it.

Now, what are you
really doing here?

I'm here because
nothing worthwhile comes easy.

(small chuckle)

(indistinct speaking)
(piano music)

Boyzey and his gals,
just like old times, huh?

- We were never your gals.
- Oh, you both had a crush

- on me and you know it.
- Oh, please.

So you guys have known
each other a long time?

Practically since we were
in diapers.

We were the only Black kids in school,
so we had to stick together.

But our lives took us in
different directions since then.

So, we have a private detective,
a politician

and what exactly
do you do, Boyzey?

Haha! I got my fingers
in a lot of pies.

- Code for being a developer.
- Pulling myself up

and made something of myself,
and I won't apologize for that, Etta.

- Nor should you.
- Just like I won't apologize

for trying to make developers
do the right thing for the Ward.

- Who says we won't?
- I do.

What are your plans for housing,
community centres...

Let's not turn this
into a debate, please.

Trudy Clarke, always

- a moderating influence.
- You said you wanted

to help, Boyzey. How?

Well, no matter what Etta thinks

of my choice of career, it has
given me certain advantages -

financial resources,
business contacts -

and I'm gonna throw all of that
behind the campaign.

But we practically disagree
about everything.

That may be,
but we have a history.

- Hmm.
- People like us have to support

each other if we want
to rise up in this world.

♪♪♪
What do you say?

- I say you've got yourself a deal.
- Alright.

Meet me at Quon's Diner
first thing tomorrow.

Election's only
a couple of days away,

looks to me like your campaign
could use a boost of energy.

I'll introduce you to the people
you need to meet to win this thing.

♪♪♪
- OK.

- We'll catch up with you guys.
- One second.

You remember them, right?
I'll get back to you.

(indistinct conversations)

- Very good to see you again.
- (woman): Thank you so much...

Boyzey knows
all the movers and shakers.

It's like he said, he has
his finger in a lot of pies.

He's only been at it
a few hours; at this rate,

Etta is gonna win
in a landslide.

- From your lips...
- (indistinct chatter)

I think my hand
might fall off

- from all the shaking.
- Just keep smiling.

I'm doing my best, but
honestly I just want to get back

to the office.
I'm not good

- at all this glad handing.
- You could have fooled me.

- You seem right at home here.
- Oh, that's

all thanks
to Miss Howard's drama class.

Well, student government and
debate club didn't hurt either.

(Etta and Trudy chuckling)

So, do you think you shook
all the hands you need to shake?

- I think so. Yes.
- Give me a second.

Oh!

OK, so get back to your office
and get your glad rags on.

You've got a meeting with
the Toronto Business Man's Association.

- Really?
- ♪♪♪

I've been trying to talk to them about the
new development plan for the Ward for weeks.

Yeah, well, you know,
you got an in.

Well, Boyzey, looks like you're useful
after all.

More than you know, Trudy.

- Mm-hmm.
- ♪♪♪

Let's go.

(indistinct chatter)
Ever since he was a kid,

he was a hustler.

Yeah, but the Businessmen's
Association,

we don't exactly see
eye to eye.

At least,
he's prepared to listen.

Oh, my God!

"Resign. This is
your last warning."

♪♪♪
- Are you sure you don't want us

- to call the police?
- What's the point?

The point is someone is threatening you
and you need protection.

I agree, but we both know
it isn't gonna come from them.

Frankie and I are gonna
find out who's behind this,

- and you will win this election.
- Hope so

because I wouldn't last a day as a waitress
or somebody's secretary.

What do you think?

I think whoever's
doing this isn't gonna stop

until they get what they want,
which is Etta out of the race.

- Something that's not gonna happen.
- Frankie, they found the vehicle.

I should stay with Etta
just in case.

We should go.

- Actually, we need to go too.
- Where?

We have the Businessmen
Association 1 p.m.

Oh yes, of course.

They discovered the car
a couple of hours ago.

- Are the police on their way?
- They said they'd get to it.

Wow! Someone really wanted
this car destroyed.

Maybe Wallace tried to cover
his tracks after we spoke.

(indistinct chatter)
- Etta Rose is working

to save the Ward, trying to stop people
from being thrown out of their homes.

If you don't want to support
Miss Rose, that's fine,

but there's no need to use
that sort of language.

Or that!

- Some people's children.
- So what else you got lined up?

Church breakfast
first thing tomorrow.

Oh, I'll be so glad to see
my last pancake.

(Boyzey clearing his throat)
(phones ringing)

Oh, God, he's still
doing that couching thing?

Boyzey, it was
annoying in school,

- and it's even more annoying now.
- If you have something to say,

just say it.

I do. You did decently with

the Businessmen's Association,
but you can do better.

I was explaining my platform.

You don't explain;
you have to sell!

And to sell, you have
to have a message.

- I do have a message.
- I want to save the Ward.

That's not what the people
at the top want to hear.

Maybe she doesn't care what the people
at the top want to hear.

- You have to.
- You win them,

and everyone else follows.

- And you want to win, don't you?
- Of course.

- OK, then let's get you ready.
- We'll need your help, Trudy.

- With what?
- You're gonna be Decker.

Based on the state
of this car, it's impossible

to tell whether it transported
a bomb or not.

Maybe I should go up
to the warehouse and inquire

if someone saw
who drove it here.

Mr. Wallace was taller
than me, he would have needed

that seat pushed further back
if he were driving.

So someone much shorter than
him must have driven it here.

I think he was telling the truth:
someone did steal his car.

- You think we should pay him another visit?
- Time to sweeten him up.

- We can't hold on to the past.
- In order for a city to grow,

- it has to progress.
- Mr. Decker,

- I respectfully disagree.
- Uh, skip the pomp, Etta.

- I'm all for progress.
- Believe you me,

I know all too well
the necessity for it.

I also know the importance
of community...

- ...and the Ward is a community.
- Which I intend to improve

- with new business and development.
- By developers

who are friends of yours.
Developers

and business interests
who care

only about one thing:
their profits!

Don't paint us developers
so broadly.

Those business interests vote too.

You are the same as always:
gotta be everyone's best friend.

What's wrong with Etta taking
a strong stance?

- A strong stance?
- Like back in school

when you two convinced us
to stage that walkout?

(Trudy laughing)

- What did that accomplish?
- We believed in something.

And got expelled for
three days, and they still cut

the general program.
If you'd listened to me

and we negotiated...
maybe we would have won.

So you still always have
to be right?

- Same old Boyzey.
- You don't want enemies, Etta,

You want votes.

Alright. How's this?

While development is good,

it's not good

if it costs the people
of this Ward their homes.

- Better?
- Keep going and we'll see.

You. Why are you back?

We come bearing gifts.

I don't like jam.

Oh. Well, uh...

- It's my home brew.
- I hope you like it.

I know that you didn't
throw the bombs.

I also know you were telling the truth
about your car being stolen.

Took you long enough.

- We need your help.
- Hence the jam.

- Go on.
- Did you see or hear anything

that could help us identify
whoever stole your car?

I heard some laughing, giggling.

I look out my window and
I saw these two college boys.

Well, what did they look like?

- Little shrimps.
- You know the type.

They come down to the Ward
to do those things

they don't want their mamas
knowing about.

And where exactly do they do
these things?

Annie's. Speakeasy
down the street.

- Anything else?
- They looked a lot alike.

- Enjoy your jam.
- (suspenseful jazz)

- Get a move on.
- Frankie, I should really get back

to the station.

I'll go check out
this Annie's.

So what are your plans,
Miss Rose?

I'm not saying the Ward
can't be improved.

That's what I intend to do, because this city
is for its people, not the developers.

Why not? People need jobs,

and developers create jobs.

- You want to play Decker?
- I'm playing myself,

and you're risking it all
with this talk.

(Etta sighs)

What are your plans
to develop the Ward, Miss Rose?

There needs to be
affordable homes,

places for the community
to gather.

A swimming pool.
A public gymnasium.

All well and good, but how
are you going to pay for this?

- Taxes, of course.
- No. No-no-no-no-no.

Don't say taxes...
you never say taxes!

The city collects taxes
no matter who wins!

- But that's not the point.
- No!

My point is I'm promising
to use tax money

for endeavors that actually
benefit the community

not for development kick-backs.

But to voters, "taxes" just
sound like you're taking money

out of their pockets
for your pet projects.

I happen to believe
in what she's promising.

I want all that for the Ward.

But you gotta
get elected first, okay?

- And that's about personality.
- My campaign is about policy.

That sounds like
a great concession speech.

- Okay, you know what?
- You're not helping us here.

You know, this has always been
the problem with you two.

If you'd listen to me, you'd win.

But you're both too stubborn
and I have no intention

- of being part of a losing team.
- Wow.

- You, uh, looking for someone?
- I am. A couple of college boys.

Well, the college crowd
doesn't come in here 'til later.

You looking for anyone
in particular?

Apparently these two
look quite a lot alike.

Uh, yeah.

You know, it's funny, my, uh...
eyesight's not that good.

I'm starting up a collection
to buy myself some new glasses.

- Glasses?
- Yeah.

Well...

- Your eyesight suddenly getting better?
- Yes, it is.

Yeah, I know those two twerps:
Rupert and Everett.

They're always here playing
the bagatelle.

They don't let any of the other
customers come around.

- Sound like upstanding citizens.
- They're not too bad.

They came in here waving
a lot of money the other night.

- You don't say.
- Oh, I do say.

They bought a round of drinks
for everybody in the house.

Then they were talking
about getting paid for a job well done.

Didn't get into much details
after that, though.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

- Ma'am?
- So Boyzey just left?

- Just like that.
- Is he coming back?

I doubt it. Just tell her.

He said he didn't want to be
a part of a losing team.

So he goes from throwing all
his resources at the campaign

to thinking that he's fronting
a losing team within 24 hours?

He always did have
an impetuous streak.

- Look, we don't need him, okay?
- Thank you, Trudy.

- You're right.
- Did you find out anything

- about who was driving the car?
- I did.

And?

We found out where they hang out,
but we haven't been able

to track them down just yet.

- Well, it's something.
- And I've got something else.

I just talked to Mary. They finished testing
the residue on the firebomb.

- And?
- It's a firebomb. Gasoline in a rum bottle.

According to Mary, the Toronto Police
aren't exactly sweating bullets

to solve this case.
(raucous crowd noises)

There's a new game in town!

Come on up! Come and get it.

There's lots more over here.

I am Boyzey Pembroke and I'm here
to give you a brighter future!

I'm here to give you prosperity

no matter what colour you are.

Because there's no more important colour
than the colour of money.

- Aren't I right?
- Put that down.

- Yeah!
- What are you doing?

I'm running, Etta.
Filed my papers this very morning.

Like I said, I can't be
a part of a losing team.

So, I just created my own.

(energetic jazz)

Why are you doing this?

The world is full of people
with good intentions.

And, Etta, the straight truth
of it is:

- you're not going to win.
- So you were lying the whole time?

No. If I thought she could win,
I wouldn't be doing this.

- On my word.
- What makes you so sure I'm going to lose?

I've talked to people. And you got too
many things going against you.

- You're black, you're a woman...
- You're black too!

That I am, but I carry
a lot of green.

And that matters more.

- I am fighting for the Ward.
- I'm fighting for my home.

- So am I! And I can win this.
- You can't.

I thought we were friends?

It's politics. Sometimes
friends don't matter.

Friends always matter.

(energetic jazz)

(inaudible)

- Boyzey's running away with it
- Looks like you could use a drink.

Thanks.

- Tastes like cucumber.
- Mm. And rose petals.

I added cucumber and rose petals

to the normal infusion
of coriander and juniper.

You know, if you ever wanted
to quit the detective business,

you got a calling right here.

So, you really think
Boyzey's going to win this?

Yeah. He's smart, rich,
has friends in high places.

Everything he was going give
to Etta, he has for himself now.

Where's he getting
this money from?

- He says his own deep pockets.
- How's Etta doing?

- Angry.
- Good.

And she's not the only one.

Boyzey wants a fight,
he's got one.

- Etta.
- Trudy.

You sent everyone home?

It's been a long day.

Boyzey Pembroke is nothing
but a blowhard.

He was like that in school
and he's the same today.

But he's good at it.

He's taken supporters from
both Decker and me.

I never knew that you were
one to be a quitter.

- I'm not. I'm a realist.
- What's that supposed to mean?

I talked to Boyzey. If he wins,
he'll put me on the planning board.

Planning board?

Doesn't seem to have
the same ring as Alderman.

No.

But I'll be able to make decisions
about what goes where in the Ward.

And you really believe he'll
put you on the planning board?

I have to. If he wins,
it's all I've got.

No, it's not.

Get up. Get up! Come on!

George Brown convinced me
I could run

and I lost my first election
in '93.

Ha-ha. Worked darn hard.

- But you ran again.
- Did indeed.

Won by 15 votes.

- Won the next fourteen after that.
- Mm-hm.

I heard you're worried about
a little competition.

I was thinking maybe
Boyzey Pembroke...

he's the right choice.
He's accomplished a lot.

So have you. Seen it myself.

People look at Boyzey,

they see a man they want to be.

Trumps what I've got.

Nothing wrong with a man
who pulls himself up by his bootstraps.

Just a shame when he doesn't bring
anyone else along with him.

- Mm-hm.
- And Boyzey isn't going

to help anybody else up.

So why did he join
the race now?

Because there's something in
it for him. That's got to be it.

He's a developer, right?

- Right.
- What's he developing?

Based on these reports,
the Ward certainly does need

someone to look out for it.

Poor sanitation,
overheated tenements.

There's not a chance Boyzey Pembroke's
going to take care of any of that.

Not as much as Etta Rose.
And look at this: John P.,

two years old.
Died of dysentery!

If I was coroner,
I'd do something about that.

- Hey, you will be one day.
- What does Frankie need?

She wants to know where
the demolition will happen.

I imagine that's highly
confidential information.

Yes. It's not exactly
something you would just give

to just anyone walking in
off the street...

So what do we do about it?

Well, I have a plan.

It's highly irregular.

(Flo speaks with heavy accent)
- Oh, well, I know.

But necessary.

The Ward is a very important
part of this city's heritage.

- And if it is going to be developed...
- Oh, you mean destroyed!

- That's a matter of opinion.
- If it's going to be developed,

many buildings of historical significance
are going to be razed.

These are shacks.

- But significant shacks.
- Mm-hm.

I implore you, please,

in the interest of history,

let us look at
the most recent zoning map.

Some property owners wish
to remain confidential.

Oh, well, we don't care
about that.

Preservation of the past is
our only concern.

I will need this returned.

Absolutely. Thank you.

And future architectural
archivists thank you as well.

- Thanks.
- Bye, now.

(lively fiddle music)

- Excuse us, excuse us.
- Thank you.

- We found something!
- Nice looks.

Oh, you think so? I'm kind of new
to this whole undercover thing.

- You found something?
- Oh, we did.

A numbered company made conditional offers
on all these properties in The Ward.

- Most of which have been accepted.
- A numbered company.

- That's completely anonymous.
- Could be Boyzey.

I'd bet money on it.

I mean, it would explain
why he entered the race.

If the numbered company
belongs to Boyzey,

and he's elected...

Then he could do whatever
he wants with The Ward.

And the closing day of two
of these properties is tomorrow.

That means we don't have
much time. Let's go.

(suspenseful jazz)

(gasps in surprise)

Now, Etta Rose is
a good woman,

but she's a woman just the same.

And Decker has been in big
business' pocket for years.

Even had him in mine. Now, if you want
to pick up this neighbourhood

and make it prosper,
you need a man.

A man with a backbone
and a spine of steel.

And Boyzey Pembroke is that man.

Okay? So remember who has
your best interests at heart.

I will see you at the polls.

- It's all there?
- Counted it myself.

Keep your hands off my money.

- Then how were we supposed to...?
- I'm just funning you.

I guess we know who owns
that numbered company.

Boyzey Pembroke.

I have something. Can you
keep an eye on those two?

Absolutely.

Good job, boys. Good job.

You okay?

Ah, was just thinking.

We were so tight back
in the day.

People change.

I know. I just...

Never would have thought Boyzey
would stab Etta in the back like that.

Think he was playing her
all this time?

Maybe he was telling the truth;
he doesn't think she can win.

That shouldn't matter.

(phone rings loudly)

Mary? We're on our way.

Let's go.

- So, you think they're the bombers?
- Fit the description.

- Okay, so they're here.
- What do we do?

We need to get them outside.

- What are you...?
- Have an idea.

Mary, we could figure out
something together.

Mm-mm.

- Why, hello.
- Hello back.

I'm pledging with Phi Kappa
Kappa at the university.

- Oh, good for you.
- Oh, thank you.

And I have to bring
two handsome young fellows

- back to the house with me.
- And we're handsome.

Well, you're sure
as shooting are.

So, what do you say?
Will you do it? Be a swell favour.

- Always happy to help a girl out.
- Let's go.

Well, alright then. Let's go!

It's not too far from here.

- Watch your step.
- Thank you.

This is going to be so much fun.

Sure is, sister.

- What do you want?
- Let's start with the truth.

We know that you threw a bomb
at Etta Rose's campaign office.

- You don't know nothing.
- That's a double negative.

- What?
- So not only are they college boys,

but they're stupid college boys.

- Was it your idea to blow up that building?
- No.

So who hired you?

Look, it's three against two.

- Three dames.
- You want to try us, college boy?

Hey, you lay one hand
on me or my chum

and I will charge you with assault.
(laughter)

You think the police
are going to do anything?

Two strapping young men beat up
by a couple of ladies?

- They won't.
- How do you know Boyzey Pembroke?

- I work for him.
- You ever light a fire for him?

Send any death threats?

Like I said: I work for him.

- I don't believe it.
- I'm not sure I do either.

There's no way Boyzey would try to
burn your building down. That's crazy!

(breathing heavily)
- Well, crazy or not,

Boyzey's been arrested.

- What?
- Did those two boys

say something to the cops?

No, the cops found evidence
in his house. A lot of it.

- Oh my gosh.
- He's at the station now.

I can't believe he would
do something like this.

This evidence is
pretty incriminating.

They're calling it
open and shut.

We've known Boyzey
since we were kids. Back then,

he wouldn't even hurt a fly,
much less his own friend.

Even if that friend
is his competition?

- What did they found at his house, Mary?
- Ah, well,

there was a receipt
for two cans of gasoline

and a piece of paper with the campaign
headquarters address written on it.

So pretty much
the whole megillah.

They also found a bunch of bottles of the
same type of rum used to make the bombs.

- I thought Boyzey was a smart guy?
- A little too smart

- for his own good sometimes.
- Exactly.

If he was behind this, why would he leave
evidence like this lying around his place?

- It's a little too convenient.
- So what do we do about it?

Unfortunately, I don't think there's
anything we can do to prevent him

- from being charged.
- Of course, now the police want the run

- of the case.
- Word around the station is that

the Crown Prosecutor himself wants
Boyzey charged immediately.

- Which means he's out of the race.
- And that just leaves you

and Decker.

But James Decker's
been in City Hall a long time.

Rubbing elbows
with some powerful men.

Powerful like
the Crown Prosecutor?

- Exactly.
- Do you think Decker's framing Boyzey?

Sure makes it easier to win the election
if your fellow candidate's

behind bars.

- Where you going?
- To talk to Boyzey.

You know I would never
do something like this.

To Etta? Of all people!

- I tried to help her.
- And then you stabbed her

- in the back.
- Because I knew she wasn't gonna win!

Decker was a shoe-in.
At least if I won,

she would have got to do some
of the things she wanted to do.

And you would have gotten
exactly what you wanted.

- What are you talking about?
- I know about the buildings

you put offers in on.

Ah... yeah, I want
to develop the Ward.

- Make it a better place.
- And make you more rich.

That is not a crime.

- Still the same old Boyzey.
- And still the same old Trudy:

trying to look out
for everybody except yourself.

- Wait, wait! Okay, I...
- I didn't mean that. I'm sorry.

- You still have it.
- The watch? Of course.

After all these years.

Well, why would
I get rid of it?

I still remember
the day you gave it to me.

Clear as day.

My first job interview.

- I remember.
- You told me I had to look like somebody.

You said, "If you look like
somebody, you are somebody."

- Mm-hm.
- I never took it off my wrist.

And I never forgot
that kindness.

Look, I know you didn't
do this.

And we're doing everything
we can to get you out of here.

Congratulations.

You made bail.

- How? All my money's tied up.
- How'd you think?

You? After I entered
the race, I thought...

You thought we weren't
friends anymore?

Kind of, yeah.

We go back too far for that.

So what do we do now?

Now we figure out
who set you up.

You're not out of
the woods just yet.

- The boys made a deal with the Crown.
- They said that you hired them

to make the firebomb
and to send the death threat.

- They're lying.
- They're family friends with James Decker.

- That's cozy.
- You and James Decker

run in the same circles.

Is there anything
you could get on him?

- I don't know.
- Uh... Maybe, um...

Anything you got, we'll take.

Okay, a while ago,

I was close to
the biggest deal of my career.

There's a big section of land
on the edge of the Ward.

- Perfect for development.
- You were going to buy it?

I was trying to, but there
was a development company

who had Decker in their pocket.

- They wanted it too.
- For what?

The Eaton Company wanted
to erect a factory.

Deal would have been
worth millions.

So what happened?

There was one lady,
a Mrs. Abigail Finch.

- I've met Mrs. Finch.
- A real firecracker, that one.

- Yeah, no kidding.
- She refused to sell.

She messed up the entire deal.

So, where does
James Decker come in?

Well, if he wins, he'll evict her
the day after the election;

clear the way for his buddies
to do the deal.

So what would you have done
if you would've won?

Look, I talked to that lady plenty,
but I was going to walk away

'cause I'm not kicking some old lady out
of her house to make a couple of bucks.

See? There's the difference between
a guy like you and a guy like him.

Sure, but he's going to have the last laugh
'cause I tried everything.

I tried bribing, I tried begging.
I would have cried

if I thought that would work.

Well, maybe the negotiation
just needed a... woman's touch?

I have lived
in this house since 1854

and I am not gonna sell it.

We know some men have tried
to convince you to...

- Yeah. Snakes and shysters...
- all of them.

Mrs. Finch, we have a way...

I have heard it all before,
sweetheart.

You're not going to
change my mind.

I was born in this house
and I intend to die in it.

You love your neighbourhood?

Ah, that I do.

Well, Mrs. Finch, James Decker
is going to win this election

and your neighbourhood
is going to be gone.

There's a way that you can
save a small part of it.

And get back at
those snakes and shysters.

I'm listening.

On the brink of this election,

I have an announcement that will
do the community great good.

I've spoken to a representative
at the Eaton company

and we are able to announce

that they are breaking ground
on a new factory

that will provide jobs for
all the citizens of the Ward.

- Mm-hm.
- But that's not all.

Mrs. Abigail Finch
and I have concluded a deal

to sell her land.
In exchange for her property,

the Eaton Company has pledged
to build a community center

that will be a great benefit for
all the citizens of the Ward.

Mrs. Finch, would you like
to say a few words?

Yes, Miss Rose,
I would like to...

I did all the groundwork
for this.

I can't believe you're trying
to take the credit.

You didn't do anything
but be a snake!

You tried to take my land
for nothing.

And threatened to evict me!
(boos)

- Lies!
- Oh! You calling me a liar? Oh!

- Okay. It's okay, Mrs. Finch.
- Oh.

The only candidate who cares
about this part of town is Etta Rose.

She came up with this idea.

So, if you care about this Ward,

vote Etta Rose
and not this vulture.

(applause)
- Whoo. Whoo!

- The polls open at eight a.m.
- And if you need a ride,

vehicles'll be available
on McCaul Street.

Now we can't tell you who
to vote for, but we can tell you

that Etta Rose is the only
candidate in the running

who actually lives in The Ward.

And the only one who's going
to fight to keep it your home.

Names and addresses of every
polling station in The Ward

and your name in big bright letters.

- I got a truckload of these out front.
- These are amazing.

- Thank you. How did you...?
- My cousin's a printer.

- He did me a favour.
- I can't pay for these.

- No payment required.
- He likes what you have to say.

- Now let's take a look!
- Okay.

Vote Etta Rose.

She's a good woman.
A real fan of the police.

And, besides, you don't want to spend
the rest of your career picking up people

off the streets who have been
thrown out of their homes.

Here, how about another one
for the bulletin board?

Here. Anyone?

Got enough people here
to poster the whole town.

- Sure that's necessary?
- The election's tomorrow.

A lot of people decide who they're voting
for on their way to the polls.

Let's make sure that your name
is the last one they see.

Thank you.

- You ready?
- Yes, I am. I want you to know,

- win or lose, I'm grateful...
- Don't talk about losing.

Whatever happens,
you haven't done that.

- Look at us.
- What's that?

- Three women going to vote.
- Ah!

Come along. Hop in. Next stop:
polling station.

Here we go. There's lots
of room in here.

If you're in line now,
stay in line.

It won't be but
a few more minutes.

- So, who'd you vote for?
- That's none of your business.

Girl!

Look, whatever happens,

- just know you're on the side of right. Okay?
- Mm-hm.

Yes. And I just want to thank you
for all your hard work.

No, we're still waiting
on the results.

Thank you so much, again.

- Any word?
- Nothing yet.

Boyzey said he'd call as
soon as he found something...

I had to tell you in person.

Don't keep us in suspense...

You did it. It was close,
but you did it!

(cheering and applause)

Ladies and gentlemen, Etta Rose
is your new Alderman for The Ward! Yeah!

- Congratulations!
- Thanks for all your help, Trudy.

Oh, thanks to all of you!

- All in a day's work.
- A good day's work.

What's wrong?

Nothing, it's... I just
realized I have to find a way

to do all those things
I promised I would.

Well, there's
no one better for the job.

You're just saying that
because we're friends.

Which means I know what
you're capable of.

Sorry to interrupt,
but they're asking for a speech.

Oh, don't let
your constituents wait.

Just one thing left to do.

Fancy a game, boys?

- Maybe later.
- Well, you might want to listen to this.

I'm sure you know that James
Decker lost the election.

What of it?

He won't have as much sway
at the Crown Attorney's office.

Your deal's going to be
off the table.

Don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, arson and death threats
mean some pretty heavy time.

You might want to reconsider your testimony.
Put the right man in jail.

Enjoy your bagatelle, boys.

(indistinct, animated chatter)

Oh!

I can't tell you how grateful
I am to all of you.

Aw! I am one lucky woman!

- You mean Alderwoman.
- You earned it!

Here, here!

It's not every day that
the good politicians win.

- Just nice to be part of it.
- Thanks for helping.

Thanks for asking.

Well, let's hear it for
Toronto's newest Alderman,

Miss Etta Rose!

(enthusiastic applause)

Now, what you all
don't know is

that as well as being
an excellent politician,

Etta and I used to
sing together.

- Ooh.
- You... no.

Come on up and sing with me,
Etta. Come on.

(crowd applauds heartily)

Tickles, do you mind
accompanying us, please?

Of course, ladies.

♪♪♪ There ain't nothing
I can do ♪

♪ Or nothing I can say ♪

♪ That folks don't ♪

♪ Criticize ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ But I'm going to ♪

♪ Do just as I want to ♪

♪ Anyway ♪

♪ And don't care just ♪

♪ What people say ♪

♪ If I should take ♪

♪ A notion ♪

♪ To jump into the ocean ♪

♪ Ain't nobody's business ♪

♪ If I do-do-do-do ♪

♪ If I go to church ♪

♪ On Sunday ♪

♪ Then cabaret all day Monday ♪

♪ Ain't nobody's business ♪

♪ If I do, ♪

♪ If I do ♪

♪ If my gal ain't got no money ♪

♪ And I say ♪

♪ "Take all of mine, honey" ♪

♪ Ain't nobody's... ♪♪♪

There's the third musketeer.

There's gonna be a lot of
big things ahead for you, Etta.

- I'll do my best.
- Oh, no.

We do better than your best.

You remember back in school?
Mr. Johnston?

Oh, do I!

"I don't know why
I'm wasting my time on you."

"You three are never going
to amount to anything."

- He didn't believe in us one bit.
- Mm-mm.

Which is why we had
to be better than the best.

- And look at us now.
- Look at us now.

Look at us now.