All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries S02E07 1080p BluRay x264-BEDLAM (1)

LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS
- AUDIENCE HOLLERS

Oh, baby, come on!
Don't tease me like this.

CROWD CHEERS AND WHISTLES

Hm. The ol' feathered fan dance.

A little cliché to me

but it's certainly doing the trick
for... some people.

CROWD CHEERS AND WHISTLES

Those feathers look awful heavy.
Why don't you put 'em down for a bit?

CROWD HOLLERS

CROWD WHISTLES

CROWD CHEERS AND APPLAUDS

That's for the price of admission!

HE LAUGHS

Hold these for me, would ya?
- Why aren't ya out there?

You're in the finale.
- Not anymore, I ain't.

You get back out on that stage
or you're out of here.

I'm done sharing the stage
with the opening act.

I'm a leading lady.

Cici Storm, The Baroness of Burlesque!

You know, they told me when I hired ya.

They said your ego was even bigger
than your--

Careful, Elmer.

This isn't summer stock, honey.

You're paid to close the show.

I'm actually really glad you brought that up

because I've been wanting
to talk to you about my pay.

It ain't reflective of my status.

HE SCOFFS
- Don't you be laughing, Elmer.

You need to take me seriously.

Last place I worked paid twice
what you're giving me

and I got a private dressing room to boot.

I mean no disrespect by this, Elmer

but what kinda amateur operation
are you running here?

Elmer?

Elmer?

Walking out on me?

I swear to...

SHE SCREAMS

Thank you for coming, Officer Shaw.

Oh, it was no trouble at all.

I wouldn't normally call a morality officer
into such a gruesome situation, but...

circumstances called
for a more delicate approach.

MARY:
Sir?

GREYSON: I wander if you could
assist Miss Storm here

changing into something
a little less bloody.

Of course.
- GREYSON: Thank you.

Miss Storm, I'm Officer Shaw.

I'm here to help you get cleaned up.

I don't understand.

He was sitting right there...

I was just trying to help him.

I believe you're in shock,
which is perfectly normal.

If there's anything you need,
you can talk to rne.

I appreciate it.

You're the first person here
to talk to me like a human being.

DONAHUE:
Found something, sir.

In the left pocket of this robe.

GREYSON:
Good work, Donahue.

CICI:
Wait...

ls this your robe?
- This wasn't me.

I've never seen that knife before in my life.

Honest to God!
- Take her down to the station.

Put this in evidence.
- Officer Shaw!

You've gotta believe me.
- Let's go.

Thank you, Officer Shaw.

The strange thing is that everyone
was alerted to the murder

because Cici, as I understand it

let out a deafening scream.

That's interesting.

If she were the actual murderer,
wouldn't that be rather careless?

Or cunning, if she was trying to create
the illusion of innocence.

But if she's so cunning, why put
the murder weapon in her own robe?

Maybe she heard someone and panicked?

I saw the look in her eyes, Frankie, and...

call it a gut feeling,
but I just don't think she did this.

And there is something else.

What?
- Well, as I was leaving the scene

I happened to glance back
just for a moment and...

Well, I might be jumping to conclusions...

Don't keep us in suspense.

Well, I may have seen Detective Greyson
do something odd at the crime scene.

What exactly did you see?

I saw him pick up a white cloth

near Elmer's body and instead of putting it
into the evidence box

as is protocol,
he slipped it into his pocket.

I may not be Greyson's biggest fan
but tampering with evidence

from a murder scene?

I thought he was a straight arrow.
- So did I.

I found it hard to believe myself,
but that's what I saw.

See if you can take
another look at that cloth.

Yeah. That I can do.

TRUDY:
If Greyson's covering something up...

An innocent woman will hang.

Let me check in with Flo and see if
the autopsy revealed anything suspicious.

If I'm gonna prove that she's innocent

I need to know that Cici
is in fact innocent.

Any idea where they're keeping her?
- Down at the station in a holding cell

until she stands trial.

How do we get in there?

I have an idea.

Thanks.

I think some time
to reflect on the consequences

of your liquor habit will serve you well.

Sleep it off.
I'll come back when you've sobered up.

LOCK CLATTERS

What are you in for?

Suit yourself.

Thought you could use a friend in here.

Murder.

Impressive.

Hey! Between us gals...

did you do it?
- Of course I didn't do it!

I couldn't hurt a fly,
never mind slash a man's throat.

Isn't that what everyone says?
- Maybe.

But it happens to be true.

Tricky part is proving it.

Only proof I got is I didn't do it.

What's the point?

Everyone's mind's already made up.

After all, who's gonna believe
some burlesque dancer?

Frankie Drake.

Private investigator.

SHE SIGHS

Muriel!

What a lovely surprise.

Mary! It's been so long,
I'd forgotten you work here.

Oh! I got my own desk now.

Oh! Must be nice.

That's more than they've given me
at the River Street Station.

They just don't understand the value
we morality officers add.

No. I couldn't agree more.

What brings you here?

I heard chatter about a murderess.

Is it terribly tactless to admit
I wanted to have a gander?

Muriel!

I'm surprised at you.

To be honest, I'm quite shocked.

She's not a monkey in a cage.

Oh, my goodness!
You're absolutely right, Mary.

What was I thinking? I'm so embarrassed.

And if you ask me, she didn't do it.

Really, why?

Call it a woman's intuition.
- Mm.

Not that anyone around here
would care about that.

I should go.

Oh! Well...
Let's find time to have tea soon?

Oh! I'd like that.

The dressing room door was open
when we walked in.

Normally, Elmer keeps it shut.

And that was out of the ordinary?

I suppose.

I immediately went behind the screen
to change.

I wasn't gonna give him a free show.

You know what I mean?

No kidding.

Then what happened?

I was giving him an earful
and then I heard the door close.

I popped my head out from behind the screen

and that's when I saw him...

Well, you know.
- Dead.

As a doornail.

Do you have any idea
who had it in for Elmer?

I didn't know him all that well.

Apart from knowing he was cheap.

You want real dirt?

Talk to Vera Jean.

Is she another dancer?

Worked The Krazy Kitten so long
she practically runs the joint.

That's a good place to start.

Miss Drake...

do you ever solve cases the coppers can't?

It's my speciality.

Officer Shaw!

FRANKIE:
I'm sober!

Yep, the slash across Elmer Dunning's throat

definitely killed him.
- No surprises there.

There was one surprising thing.

What's that?
- On his clothes.

A strange smell.

A sweet, pungent odour

typically associated
with metabolic disorders.

So I did a little investigating.
- And?

Along the way,
I noticed some mucosal irritation.

Which means...?
- Diethyl ether

a common anaesthetic agent.

The sweet, pungent odour.

Our victim was etherised.

So our killer approaches Elmer
from behind and drugs him.

And when he's silent and subdued

the killer slashes his throat.

And saunters out
without anyone noticing.

Well-planned murder... as murders go.

Officer Shaw, can I help you?

Uh... Yes, sir. It's...

Constable Donahue asked me to verify

that you had logged all of the evidence
in the burlesque case.

Is that so?

So there's nothing
left to enter into evidence?

Nothing at all?

Tell Constable Donahue
that if he has a problem

with my evidence logging,
he can come speak with me directly.

Yes. I will pass that message along, sir.

You're excused.

Oh! Excuse me!

Vera Jean?

Maybe.

Cici says you know everything
there is to know about this place.

Oh, yeah? And who're you?
- Frankie Drake.

I'm the one trying to get her out of prison,
Miss Jean.

In that case, call me Vera.

Vera it is.

So how well do you know Cici?

Enough to know that the only thing
she's guilty of

is being at the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Cici's no angel.
- Who is?

But she ain't no murderess.
I would stake my life on that.

You're gonna clear this up, right?
And get her out of jail?

I'm gonna do everything I can.

Thanks.

You really care about her, don't you?

I just don't like to see
an innocent gal locked in a cell.

Neither do I.

What can you tell me about Elmer?

He was a cad for sure,
but a damn good businessman.

Knew how to run a classy joint and still give
the audience what they were looking for.

What do you mean?

He and his lawyers were constantly
finding tricks to skirt the law.

Cops say the dancers can't perform topless...

So he invests in these.

Very innovative.
- Don't give him all the credit.

It was my idea to add the tassels.

Opens up a whole new world
of choreography.

So I see.

Who was in the audience last night?

The only person of note
was Lou Hastings.

Isn't he one of Bessie Starkman's boys?

He's Nelson Kovac's man.

Heard of him?

Notorious bootlegger who is now in prison.

So what does Lou do for him?

Everything.
He's Kovac's right-hand man.

But I would've thought
with Kovac in prison

the whole bootlegging operation
would be put on ice.

You'd think, but Hastings has fought
tooth and nail

to keep operations going.

So Kovac's muscle
was in the audience that night.

You think Kovac has something
against Elmer Dunning?

Wendy. have you ever had any dealings
with Nelson Kovac?

I try to steer clear of him.

But I might know someone
that you can talk to.

Let me see what I can do.
- OK.

Any news from Flo?
- Well, there's one thing.

Flo found evidence of ether
in Elmer's system.

Ether?

Maybe that's what that white cloth was for.
The one that Greyson took from the scene.

There is something going on with him.
I just know he's lying.

Question is why?

I'm gonna head back and poke around.

Mary... We don't know what Greyson's up to.

So just... be careful.

IN CHINESE

He says he'd be delighted
to talk to you.

We're looking into the murder
of Elmer Dunning.

SQ?

So, we think your boss sent
Lou Hastings to kill him.

You know anything about that?

No.

Did Elmer buy much booze from Kovac?

The Krazy Kitten's more...

"bring your own booze" kind of club.

So they weren't
doing business together?

IN CHINESE

Seems Elmer was sleeping with Kovac's missus.

Well, that's motive.

Ripley.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Jack Ross...

SHE SNIFFS

Officer Shaw.

Oh, Detective Greyson!

I was just dropping off this cup of tea
when I felt a sneeze coming on--

Put that back where you found it
and pack up your things.

Sorry, pack up my things, sir?

You've done your last bit of snooping
around here.

Stand aside. You're fired.

MARY:
So I have good news and bad news.

OK.

The bad news is that Greyson has fired me

and my life-long goal
of becoming a real police officer

is farther from my grasp
than ever before.

TRUDY:
What?

Mary, I'm so sorry.

What's the good news?

Well, the good news is that I am now
available to apply for and...

hopefully be accepted...

as the newest full-time member
of Drake Private Detectives.

Now, as you know,
I've been working as a morality officer

for the past two years.

But what you may not know is, prior to that

I was a fully decorated Girl Guide.
- Mary--

I am hard-working, I am organised
and in my spare time, I--

Of course you can join the team!

Not that you weren't already part of it.

Welcome to the payroll.
- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

You won't regret this.

For one thing,
I've got information on Greyson.

So the reason he fired me is that
he caught me snooping around his desk

but I can confirm that the white cloth

is in fact an embroidered handkerchief.

Well, I went through the guest list
at The Krazy Kitten

and all the regulars check out.

And the bouncer confirmed
that no one entered or exited the club

around the time of the murder.

What about Wendy's contact?

Well, it seems Elmer was doing business

with Kovac's wife.
- What?

They were sleeping together.
- Oh...

So Kovac sent his muscle
Lou Hastings to kill him?

Maybe.
But why would Greyson steal evidence?

Well, ever since Elmer's murder

Greyson has been very interested
in this one particular case.

What is it?

It had something to do with a Jack Ross.
That's all I saw before he caught me.

What does that have to do
with Elmer's murder?

MARY: I'm not sure.
- FRANKIE: We need to get that file.

Well... it's easier said than done now.

Is there any way
you could get back inside?

Well, there might be one way...

If you could ensure
it goes to a good home...

preferably one with an electric iron.

Muriel?

Mary! What are you doing here?

Just returning my uniform.

Do you work here?
- Yes, but when I learned the circumstances

under which I was being transferred,
I felt awful.

No, they're lucky to have you.

Do you mean it?
- Of course I do.

The only thing I ever wanted from this job
was to make the world a better place.

I won't be accomplishing that now but...

if anyone has to replace me,
I'm very happy that it's you.

That's such a relief, Mary.
Thank you.

And if there's anything I can do for you,
anything at all, you let me know, OK?

I will. Thank you.

Look out for Cici for me, will you?

Oh, I'll do what I can.

In the meantime...

I'm off to measure hemlines.

MARY WHISPERS:
Jack Ross, Jack Ross, Jack Floss...

Frankie! Trudy!

You are never gonna believe this!

He's stolen the entire Jack Ross file...l

Hello?

If Lou killed Elmer,
how did he make it backstage unnoticed?

Could you walk us through it?

Well...

There were dancers backstage all night.

The only time it was empty
was towards the end of Cici's act.

That's when we all line up
in the wings stage left

to get ready for the big finale.

A burlesque chorus line sort of thing.

Elmer thought he was running
the Moulin Rouge.

And where was Elmer?

In his usual spot, stage right.

Do you remember where Lou was sitting?
- You couldn't miss him.

Like I said, he was making
a spectacle of himself.

He was at a table halfway back, stage left.

1 had a clear view from the curtain.

The only way to the dressing room
from the audience is stage right.

If Lou did it, he would have had
to make his way

across the entire length of the club.

Without a single person noticing him.

It didn't happen. I guarantee it.

How does Frankie do this?

Ugh...

Oh!

Clearly Greyson doesn't entertain much.

Oh!

SHE WHISPERS:
Handkerchief...

Oh, hello, Jack Ross.

SHUTTER CLICKS

Oh, lens cap!

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
- KEYS JINGLE

SHE EXHALES

SHE SIGHS

Oh!

I found the Jack Ross file!

I got photos of it and everything.

Great! So the uniform trick
got you into the station?

It did.
Where I found absolutely nothing.

So I used my newly-discovered instincts

as a private investigator,
and with the help of a hair pin

I broke into Greyson's apartment.
- What?

Don't worry, no, he wasn't there or anything.

Mary, you can't do things like that
without warning us.

What? I was just doing what us Pls do.

Isn't that what we do?

Breaking into a police detective's apartment?
No!

Although I am very impressed
that you were able to pick a lock.

Frankie!
- However, in the future, leave us a note.

Right. Yeah, absolutely.

Won't happen again, boss.

Seeing as the deed is done,
what did you find?

Well, I only very briefly scanned the files

but it seems that Jack Ross
was an opium dealer

who was murdered.

All the details are in the photos.
- I'll develop them.

The only thing that was missing
was the autopsy report.

Ooh! ls that the Jack Ross report?

"Hi, Flo. How are you'?
Thanks again for all your help."

Sorry.

Having a bad day with the boss.

Moving on. Jack Ross.

Says here he was stabbed.
- Anything else?

There was a handkerchief discovered
near the body

and testing showed evidence
of a certain chemical in his system.

Diethyl ether,
- You got it.

Anybody got a light?

Jack Ross was etherised.
and with a handkerchief too!

Before he was stabbed.

Also, we need to thank Flo more often.

What' d you find?

Greyson was the lead detective on the case.

And according to this, the murder weapon

an ivory-handled knife,
was found at the murder scene

and then later stolen from police lock-up.

So, two cases both involving a stabbing

ether and missing evidence.

Seems whoever killed Elmer
killed Ross as well.

So Greyson took that evidence because
he knew the two cases were connected.

And he didn't want either solved.
- ls he trying to railroad Cici?

It seems that way.

The question is, why?

Is he working for someone?

GREYSON:
Drake!

Shh!

Detective Greyson.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I found this under my desk.

Looks like a lens cap.
- It does look like a lens cap.

I'm not an expert at these things

but I'd say that ifs a spy-issue lens cap.

And what does that have to do with me?

Well, it's interesting you ask that question

because I have been wracking my brain
trying to figure out...

who this lens cap could belong to.

So if the shoe fits...

Just like Cinderella's slipper.
- FRANKIE CHUCKLES

Wow, that is a crazy coincidence.

No, you know what's crazy, Drake?

You breaking into my apartment,
going through my things

and then taking pictures
with your little camera.

That is crazy.
- Which is why I didn't do it.

Oh, come on!

I know you're interested in the Ross file.
You read it.

The question is, why?

Jack Ross. Elmer Dunning.
They're connected.

Yeah, they were both stabbed to death.

Oh, it's more than that and you know it.
Evidence was stolen from both of those cases.

Is that so?

A handkerchief that was found
in your apartment

matches the same one used in the Ross case.

What?

You know, it's bad enough
that you're covering up for a killer

but to railroad my client as well?

I've never railroaded anyone
in my entire life.

An innocent woman
is gonna hang because of you.

So just come out with it already.
Whose pocket are you in?

That's very impressive.

Really, really, it's very impressive.

Fine investigative work.

And you're right.

But you're also wrong.

How thick is this door?
- Shh!

Three months ago, I was lead detective
on a murder case.

An opium dealer named Jack Ross.

I know about the story.
- Kovac and Floss were sworn enemies.

Before I could prove anything

key evidence just went missing.

The murder weapon.
- Yes.

It disappeared from the station lock-up.

Now how does that happen?

Only a cop could have taken it.

Exactly.

Somebody down at the station,
they're on the take.

They're...

being paid by Kovac's gang.

Question is, who?

This is ridiculous. I'm going in there.
- What? No, Trudy!

Miss Clarke'

I didn't realise that you were here.

Please. Don't let me interrupt.

You wanna get your client off
or are we working at cross purposes here?

Fine. It would help to know everything
that you know.

Well, I know the murders are connected.

Let's start there.

Is that the handkerchief from the scene?

Yes, it is.
- Do you know where it's made?

I have checked every single store in town

and come up dry, yes.

Well, that embroidery looks really familiar.
I think I've seen that design before.

Mind if I hold onto it?

FRANKIE:
ls there a problem, Greyson?

You wanna find your dirty cop
or are we at cross purposes?

Fine.

Great'

So, how is Kovac behind all of this
when he was in prison

for the last six months?
- He's got Lou Hastings doing his bidding.

Lou was there the night of the murder.
- Yeah, except Lou didn't kill Elmer.

You seem awfully sure about that.
- I'll prove it.

And I'll look into this handkerchief.

Perfect. Let's go.

Where are we going?
- Where do you think?

FRANKIE:
Cici was here.

The dancers were there.

Elmer was stage right.

And Lou was sitting right there.

There's no way he could have
crossed through the club

without anyone seeing him.

You're not wrong.

Somebody would have seen him.

Look at that.

What's that red light bulb?

Oh, that red light bulb?

I've never seen it before in my life.

You can trust him. He's on our side.

Hard to believe, I know.

He's trying to help Cici.

The cops were coming in,
threatening to shut us down

sometimes in plain clothes.
trying to pull a fast one

but Elmer had their number.

He knew all of their faces.

He rigged that red light

so that when the law showed up,
he could flip a switch

and alert the performer on stage
to go into her Sunday School routine.

Pretty damn brilliant, if you ask me.

So was the light on or off around the time
that Elmer was killed?

There's only one person who can answer that
and she was holding feathers at the time.

Sure. The red light came on
almost as soon as I started my act.

Just my luck, right?

There I was. prancing around
like Sister Mary Margaret.

FRANKIE:
Did the light go off?

Yeah. Seconds before the end,
thank goodness.

At least I could go out with a bang.

If Elmer's warning system was right

that means there was a cop
in the club at the time of the murder.

A cop?

Well, isn't that just berries!

I ain't ever getting out of here, am I?

If he somehow made it backstage

that would explain why Elmer thought
he was gone and flipped the switch.

The cop wasn't just covering for Kovac...

No. He was killing for him.

Call just came in, Detective!

Constable Donahue, what is it?

You're needed at 1239 Jarvis Street.

That's Kovacs place.

That's Nelson Kovac alright.

How the hell did he get out of jail?

He wasn't scheduled to be released
for two weeks.

He was paroled early.

Got out just a few hours ago.

Should she really be here?

Mind your business, Constable.

Understood.

So, he was stabbed several times.
- Yeah.

No sign of a struggle.

And no murder weapon.

Strike three.

I don't understand.

I thought he was behind the killings
and now this.

Now he's dead
right after he gets out of jail.

The timing can't be coincidence, can it?

If the killer was waiting for him...

Mm-hm. This might have something to do with
whatever put him behind bars.

What's the story there?

I'll pull the original file.
- I'll meet you at Quon's.

That is, if you still want my two cents.

We've come this far.

So Greyson was unable to track down
where the handkerchief came from'?

Well, he went through official channels.

And we're going through unofficial channels?

Something like that.

Be honest.

How do you like being a private detective
so far?

Oh, it's great.

Really.

I mean, it's an adjustment to be sure.

I'm used to working in a more
straightforward manner.

Obeying the law and such.

But... don't get me wrong,
you and Frankie do very good work.

It's just your tactics are a bit underhanded.

This coming from a gal
who broke into her ex-boss' apartment.

You have a good point there, Trudy.

Well, at least you won't have to wear
that awful uniform anymore.

Oh! Oh, I quite liked my uniform.

I always felt that it gave me
an air of authority

while also freeing me from the burden
of having to choose an outfit every day.

Oh! There's something to that.

MARY CHUCKLES
- Now that you mention it

I was thinking
that Drake Private Detectives

could use a sort of...

detective-y uniform.

You don't say?

Matching hats would be a very good start,
I think.

You known. let's put a pin in that,
shall we?

Is this our unofficial channel?

What were you expecting?

An opium den or a gambling hall...

Definitely not this.

GREYSON: Six months ago,
Kovac was arrested for murder.

Seems he was moving a shipment of booze
when a rival mob showed up.

One of them got killed

along with a innocent bystander
who got caught in the crossfire.

Who was the rival mob?

Some of Bessie's boys.

It says here that Kovac has an alibi
for the night of the murder.

Yeah, so he got six months
for possession of illegal liquor.

A slap on the wrist.

If the dirty cop wasn't killing for Kovac,
maybe he was working for someone else.

Bessie Starkman?

You better let me handle this.

Careful.

Bessie's not the kind of person
you want to rub the wrong way.

I'll decide who I rub and how.

OK, boss.

Alright. You got a minute?

Frankie Drake.
You've got a lot of chutzpah.

Do I?
- Thought I made it clear

we were enemies the last time I saw you.

Do I need Dario here to remind you
what I do to my enemies?

I'd rather you not.

You got one minute. Talk.

It's about another one of your enemies.
Nelson Kovac.

What about him?
- He's dead.

Tell me something I don't already know.

Did you do it?

Why would I do that?

Because he took out one of your guys.

He tried to steal a shipment from Kovac.

Kovac found out,
opened fire and killed him.

I always tell my boys
not to play with matches.

Fingers get burned.

So you're not behind the heist?

You think I put them up to that?

Believe me, if I wanted to rob Kovac,
it wouldn't be some sloppy stick-up.

So you didn't take care of Kovac?

Sounds like someone took care of him for me.

Minute's up.
- SNAP

GREYSON:
And you believe her?

She had motive
to get rid of her rival bootleggers

maybe even Ross

but why would she kill Elmer?

That's a good question.

Though I have little trouble believing
she has a cop on her payroll.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

Darn it! Greyson is in there.

Right. Not sure he should know
you're working with us.

Let Frankie know I helped, OK?

Sure.

I figured out the handkerchief.
- GREYSON: Really?

It was sewn by a volunteer at my church

Alice Lehman.

She sewed a bunch for events and fundraisers
up until about six months ago.

What happened then?

She was killed,
- Six months ago...

FRANKIE: Who was the bystander
killed in Kovac's crossfire?

One guess.

Alice Lehman.

The handkerchief wasn't left by accident.

It was a signature.

This is a revenge killing.

Yeah.

But why leave a handkerchief at the other
two murders? What's the connection?

OK, look at this.

Donahue was first on the case
when Alice Lehman was killed.

He was also on the Ross case.
And guess what?

He was also the cop who pulled the knife
out of Cici's robe.

Let rne guess,
"Breaking and entering is a crime."

You read my mind.
I can't do this without a warrant.

I can.
- HE SNORTS

Mm-hm.

What's the matter, Drake?

I would've thought picking locks
was one of your specialties.

One of many.
- LOCK CLICKS

Look at that.
They left the door open.

Real cute.
- You coming?

I have a feeling you're going to be
a very bad influence on me.

I'm gonna look in here.
- OK.

BEDSPRINGS SQUEAK

I found something.

Ivory handle.

Donahue!

Nice hook.

It does the trick.

Why don't you tell us, Constable

what is the knife that killed Jack Ross
doing under your bed?

Hm? Tell me.

There's even a little blood on it.

Sloppy for a cop.

Seems to me that you killed Jack Ross

and used the same knife to kill Nelson Kovac.

Who are you working for?

Who am I working for?

I'm working for the good citizens of Toronto.

Our streets are becoming infested with sex,
drugs and corruption.

That's why you killed Elmer.

It was you in The Krazy Kitten that night.

You slipped by, waited for him backstage,
but you weren't expecting Cici, were you?

She deserved it.

You call that filth dancing?

Someone has to take out the trash.
- And that someone is you?

We're not talking
about a couple of jaywalkers here

They're scum

and they're everywhere.

Our job is to uphold the law, Constable,
not to take it into our own hands.

This is happening right under our noses,
Greyson

and we're letting them
slip through the cracks.

Thanks for the tip.

TRUDY:
To Mary's first closed case.

The first of many I hope.

I still can't believe
that Constable Donahue did it.

To think of all the cups of tea
that I made for that monster...

You're awfully quiet, Frankie.
- FRANKIE SIGHS

I just can't shake the feeling
that we've missed something.

But Constable Donahue
confessed to all three murders.

I know, but... it's the ivory-handled knife.

Donahue used that to kill Ross

and then he stole it out of evidence
and used it to kill Kovac?

Yet he used another knife to kill Elmer.
- Exactly.

Oh, I see what you mean.

It's worth another look.

Chat with Flo?
- lt's a start.

You coming?
- Uh...

No, you gals go ahead.
I'll meet you back at the office.

I just want to mull this over a bit.

MARY:
So Donahue was here...

PHONE RINGS

Officer Woods.
- Oh, ah, Muriel! It's Mary.

Muriel, do you remember when you said

that I should just ask you
if there's anything you could do for me?

We", there is something that you can do
for me.

Of course.

It's about the burlesque case.

I've been thinking about it a bit,
in my spare time, of course

and there 's something that's occurred to me.
- I thought that case was closed.

Oh! Oh! It is, but...

Still though, uh... would you mind very much

checking into the whereabouts
of Constable Donahue

when the call came in about Elmer Dunning?

Of course. I'd be happy to.

Where are you?

I'm just about to head over
to The Krazy Kitten.

I'm gonna walk this out again.

You're gonna make a great cop one day, Mary.

I just know it.

Oh!

Three victims, stabbed and etherised.

They definitely seem quite similar.

No anomaly?
- Even something minor?

Now that you mention it...

the cut on Dunning's neck isn't as deep
as the other two

and shows slight signs of hesitation.

Could be the work of a weaker man.
- Or a woman.

But it's a cop, so it can't be a woman.

That's not entirely true.

So, Elmer was lying here...

Cici was standing back here...

and Greyson walked up to me here...

Oh!

Muriel! You startled me.
- I'm so sorry.

What are you doing here?

I looked into Donahue's whereabouts
like you asked.

Oh, you didn't have to come all the way
down here to tell me that.

But since you're here,
what did you find out?

You were right.

He was investigating a robbery
a few blocks away

when the emergency call came in.
- Really?

Do you know what this means?

That he couldn't have killed Elmer Dunning.

SHE SIGHS

You know, Donahue's intentions
were actually quite admirable.

Excuse me?
- His methods may have been a bit extreme

but he was certainly doing our city a favour.

He saw Toronto The Good
becoming a den of iniquity.

Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that...

I would.

Alice Lehman was just a God-fearing woman

on her way home from church
when she was struck down

by a senseless act of violence.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

It's hard to forget an image like that.
- Muriel, you were there?

She was one of my dearest friends.

I'm so sorry.

I'm not.

It was just the awakening we needed.

“We”
- Officer Donahue was first on the scene.

It was devastating.

But it was also the moment that we both
realised something had to be done.

You see, Mary, these degenerates
are tearing apart the very moral fabric

of our society.

Yes, but that's why we have the police--
- Constable Donahue understood that.

Alas, the good constable won't be around
any longer to help us save our city.

His mantle will have to be passed down
to somebody else, I suppose.

Muriel, what are you suggesting?

You said yourself you wanted
to make the world a better place.

Well, there's a way to do just that.

And it's more effective
than measuring hemlines.

Yes, but if we operate outside of the law
we're no better than the criminals.

You're either part of the solution...

or you're part of the problem.

Muriel!
- THEY GRUNT

MARY SCREAMS

MUFFLED SCREAM

MARY COUGHS
- Mary! You're OK?

Yeah. I... I think so.

SHE COUGHS

Thank goodness you gals got here in time.

Thank goodness you left us a note.

BREATHLESSLY:
Oh, yeah...

Thanks again, Frankie.

I really thought I was cooked there.

So what are you going to do now?

Get out of this outfit to start.

I've been marinating in it for days.

And then what?
- Hard to say.

I mean, you spend a few days in the clink

you really start to re-evaluate
your life decisions.

Thinking of changing professions?

What are you, nuts?
I'm at the top of my game!

I think someone's here for you.

Vera thinks we should run
The Krazy Kitten together.

Be our own bosses.

What do you think?

I think the two of you have something
pretty special there.

Make sure to thank that Officer Shaw for me,
will ya?

I don't know what I would've done
without the two of you.

GREYSON:
You know, Drake...

you might just have a future
in this whole Pl thing.

Thanks. You're not a...

half-bad detective yourself.

Keep it up and I might consider
hiring you one day.

Oof, that's quite the offer.
- I'm feeling generous.

So... are you gonna tell me
how you figured out

that Muriel was involved in this whole thing?
- I got a tip.

A tip? Really?

I thought you and I had reached
a new understanding.

We have.
- Hm.

Doesn't mean I'm in your pocket.

A girl has to have her independence.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Hello!

So...

I have good news and bad news.

You got your job back.

I'm afraid so.

But I'll still be able to help out
whenever I possibly can.

I'm a cop at heart.

And I... can't work the same way you gals do.

I just don't have that same kind of...
flexibility.

Well, let's say you shine
in a more structured environment.

How did you convince Greyson
to take you back?

Actually, he didn't take much convincing.

He just called me up

and admitted to acting rash
in the heat of the moment.

How very reasonable of him.

And then he said,
"At least you're not a murderess."

Sounds like you have all the credentials.
- Yeah...

Well, gals,
I better be back to the station.

And remember...
I'm just a phone call away.

It's probably for the best.

I was not looking forward to matching hats.

The what?

I'll tell you about it some other time.