All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries S04E10 A Family Affair 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-TEPES (1)_track4_[eng]

[upbeat jazz music]

- To our friend, Trudy.

Congrats on your full-time job
at Webley's Insurance.

- As chief in-house
investigator.

- We're wishing you
all the success.

- And expecting a steep
family and friends discount

on the double.
[laughing]

- Thank you, ladies.

- A reason to drink champagne
before dinner? We should be

thanking you.
- This is like the end

of an era.

I think I need a tissue.
- No!

None of that. Now is
the time to be celebrating!

And drinks are
on my former partner.

- We should go!
- OK.

- You know, I am happy for you.

I just wish you would have
given me the opportunity

to counter Shep's offer.
- He wanted an answer

on the spot.
Plus, you're leaving too.

- Only for three months.
And it's for Sandro's career,

not mine.
- Right.

So European race circuit for him

and five-star hotels for you?

- Is that a yes or a no
to postcards?

[laughing]

- Hey, ladies. Sis.

Uh, am I interrupting something?

- Oh, no! We always have room
for one more at the table,

especially a Drake.
Especially a handsome Drake.

- Maybe we'll just
leave this here?

- Ladies, we should
let them catch up.

Frankie, we'll
see you at Jelly's.

- OK.
- OK.

[Frankie sighs]
- Have fun!

You done with this?

- Yeah.
- Great.

- Jack, what are you doing here?

- I've been practising
how to tell you this

the whole ride from Ottawa.
- Tell me what? What is it?

What is it? I'm getting worried.

- OK.

Maybe it's better
if I just show you.

- "Squishy's 30th anniversary."

God! I haven't been there
since I was a kid.

- Forget the trip
down memory lane.

Frankie, that's Dad!

He's alive.

[tense music]

[theme music]

[woman scat singing]

- I'm telling you, Frankie.
That's Dad! Look.

You got the nose. Those eyes.

Those are Drake eyes.
- Jack, there's no way.

I--I saw him die. I was there

when it happened.
- Well, you were a kid.

- It doesn't mean
it didn't happen!

- OK. Well, maybe it wasn't Dad
that you saw?

- Look, I'm not saying
it is him.

But, if it were...
then we need to find him.

- Well, that is
why I'm here, Detective.

Where do we start?

- There was a kid in the alley
the night dad died

who saw everything,
Rami Mabrook.

He's Toronto's Carpet King now.
We should start with him.

- Frankie! Are you sure

that it's OK to store Jolina
here while we are away?

- Um.
- Who is this?

- Sandro, this is Jack.

Jack, Sandro.
- Sandro.

- Brother. Boyfriend.
- Ah! Brother?

- Oh, of course,
she doesn't talk about me.

- Ah.

- Jack thinks that our father
might still be alive.

I have to postpone our trip.

- You will miss Coppa Acerbo.

I'll be handing the victory
over to Ferrari.

- If it's true,
I have to at least try.

- No, no, no. Don't just try.

Find him, Frankie.

[rhythmic jazz music]

[streetcar bell ringing]
- And this...

...this right here is your desk.

- What's this?
- That would be

your signing bonus.

- Oh! I've never seen
my name next to a number

like this on a cheque before.
- I like to show my team

hearty appreciation
in hard dollars.

- Well, then I can't wait
until the Christmas bonus.

[laughing]
- Well, it sounds

like a party in here.
- Annabelle, come meet our new

Chief In-House Investigator,
Ms. Clarke.

- A pleasure, Ms. Clarke.
I'm the in-house doctor.

- Annabelle handles all

of Webley Insurance's
medical claims,

physical assessments, the like.
- I'm sure nothing

as exciting as what you see
on any given day.

- Oh, well, it depends
on the day. Some cases are

as boring as a nun
on her honeymoon.

- Oh! Oh-ho.
[laughing]

- I like her.
[laughing]

[phone ringing]
[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, chin up!
Chin up, sticky fingers.

[man laughs]

Here. You're doing
important work,

clearing away
this commie propaganda.

What if I told you
that you could leave this...

...behind you?
- What?

Are they closing the department?

No! After all this time?

- No, no, no, Shaw. No.
Lyle and I are going upstairs

to talk to the chief today.
It's about time

you were made a proper officer.

- Really?

Oh.

After everything
that happened with McIntosh,

I didn't think Lyle was
a fan of mine.

- Ah, Lyle. He's just--
he's a bit intense.

And he did get caught out
making a mistake, so...

- I don't think he trusts me.
- He doesn't trust

anyone completely.
But we are on your side.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

- I don't know what to say.

- Don't say anything.
You've earned it.

- Hey, Shaw. Ready to make
the move upstairs?

- If you'll have me.
- I found him.

- Where?
- Niagara Falls.

- That's where he is?
- Um...

Well, thank you again!
- Yes! No problem.

- I have a gorgeous
Tajikistan rug

that would do wonders in there.

They don't call me
the Carpet King for nothing.

- We asked you here to talk
less about your line of work--

- More about how you witnessed
our father's death.

- A--a time in my life
I--I don't care to revisit.

- I'll take the Tajikistan
and whatever you have in mauve.

- I was passing
through the alley.

Always uneasy when you're alone.

- What about your friend?

- I wasn't with friends.
- I...

I wrote down everything I heard
the police say that night.

They reported two witnesses:

you and Gabe Irons.

- Right. Him.

Yes. Ah, Gabe was with me.

- So, which is it? You were
alone, or you were with Gabe?

Are you lying to me now,

or did you lie
to the police back then?

- Hey, come on, man.
We're the dead man's kids.

We've been waiting for the truth
for a long time.

- I only met Gabe that day.

Your father told us
to act like friends.

I forgot he was
part of the ruse.

- What do you mean "ruse"?

- It was a sham.

Your old man paid us
to help him fake his own death.

[tense jazz music]

- Thank you
for the school supplies.

- No niece of mine's going
to fall behind on her education.

- Life is heaven, isn't it?
[Flo chuckles]

- If by heaven you mean
listening to you talk

on the phone all night
and endless laundry, sure.

Els, by now you know
when I'm joking, right?

Ellie! Ellie!

- Her name is Elsbeth...

Florence.
- Roz.

You're here. In Toronto.

- What did you say to her
to make my Elsbeth run off?

- I think it was
less about what she heard

and more about who she saw.
- Don't be foolish.

All daughters love
their mothers.

- Have you blocked out our
entire childhood? And Ellie's?

- Don't insult
our family in public.

- Don't pick a fight as soon
as you get here. She's not

going back with you, if that's
why you came to Toronto.

- It's none of your business.

- When you kicked her out,

Ellie's welfare became
my business.

- She'll only get up to no good
in this godforsaken city of sin.

Is that how you style
your hair now, Florence? Ha.

No wonder you're single.

- You should get
on the next train.

Ellie's staying put.
- Legally, you have no say.

She's mine,
and I'm taking her home.

- Morning person or night owl?

- Night owl, except on Sundays.

[laughing]
Coffee or tea?

- My mother would roll over
in her good English grave...

[with English accent]:
...if I didn't answer tea.

[laughing]
- Excuse me.

I'm looking for a Mr. Webley.
That cheat denied

my claim!
- Do you want to take a seat?

- I want the money
that's owed to me.

- I'm sure we could
sort this out.

What's your name?
- Sintra. Sintra Patel.

- Grab her file?

What happened?

- I broke my leg
falling off a ladder.

The hospital gave me a bill,

said the insurer won't pay.
- Ah!

I see the misunderstanding now.
Your chart says you suffer

from an underlying condition.

Any accidents related to that
would not be covered.

- What condition?
- Low blood pressure. See?

I would have done
your assessment myself.

- But I don't have
low blood pressure.

- Oh, but it's all here,
in print.

I'm sorry.
But you shouldn't have been

up on that ladder.
- It's not a choice.

I have to work.
Unlike you Webley folk,

who are choosing to be crooked.

- Unfortunately,
not the first client hoping

for an easy policy payout.

- Does her file mention
a family?

- Oh, yes.
She has four children.

- It's unlikely a mother
of four would risk injury

or death just for a payout.
- Oh, Trudy!

We're going to have to toughen
that soft heart of yours.

[tense jazz music]

- So you've been quiet.
You mad?

- No, I'm not mad.
I just don't understand

why he would lie to us.
He abandoned us.

- I don't really feel abandoned.
And, to be honest, I don't think

the first thing we do when we
see him is interrogate him.

- Why did you ask for my help
if you don't want any answers?

[keys jingling]

- I want my son
to meet his grandpa.

I am offended by how surprised
you look right now.

Hugh Drake, or Hughie Balooey
as my wife

and I like to call him--
- Your wife? The plot thickens.

So what? Aunt Frankie is
just chopped liver?

- No, of course, I wanted
you to meet him!

Them. I was, ah,
I was waiting 'til Christmas.

- OK. Well, I'm going
to hold you to that.

- Yeah, us Drakes
haven't been too hot

in the family department.
I feel really lucky.

[vehicle honks]

- Hopefully, that luck
doesn't change.

- You know,
for a guy named Squishy,

he hasn't done
so bad for himself.

- First lift?
- A candy bar

or two may have made their way

into my pocket.
- Ah!

Young blood. Tobacky?
- No, thank you.

But congrats
on 30 years in business.

- Oh, it's actually
only 28 or so.

I just felt like having
a little party.

- This man celebrate with you?
- Sure did.

Good ol' Ned. Used to come
in here a lot 15 years ago.

Bought cartons for his brothers.

Mother must have had a litter.

- Brothers? Dad didn't have
any brothers.

- Did you two catch up?
- Not really.

Yeah. I turned
to help a customer,

and Ned was in an awful hurry.

- Carolina Crowns.
- Yeah, he asked me

to bring a carton by where he's
staying, the Bluebell hotel.

- Thanks, Squishy.
That's what I owe you.

[rhythmic jazz music]

- Excuse me.

Steven! Steven, guess what?
I have some good news.

- I do too! Albert Steward has
agreed to go on the record.

- Oh, th--that's wonderful.
Sorry, who's Albert again?

- Remember when we met?
I told you Hunter and Lyle

roughed up a man.
His police file disappeared

as fast as he did.
- Right. Flo's hospital

treated him.
- Yes, and his injuries

weren't the worst of them.
Turns out Lyle's been beating

false confessions out
of suspects for years.

- And Albert has proof of this?
- Yes. That's why

he's got a target on his back.

So he's fighting back
by going on the record

in my exposé.

Mwah!

- Steven! I've--I've never
seen you this excited.

- You know how long
this article's consumed me.

Now, I can finally get to print
and take down those poor excuses

for detectives. Hey, come with.

- Where?
- Niagara Falls.

Albert Steward and I have set up
a meeting spot to talk.

- Ooh. Oh, dear.
- What's wrong?

- It's just... I overheard

Detective Lyle talking
to Detective Hunter

about finding someone
in Niagara Falls.

- I see.

- Wh--what are you doing?
- What do you think?

- I'm coming with you!

[car creaks]

We just have to stop
at my house first.

And don't tell my mother!

[relaxed jazz music]

- OK. Front desk says
this is his room.

- I think I can
hear him in there.

[Jack exhales sharply]
- You ready?

- To meet my back-from-the-dead
father? I don't know

how you're supposed
to be ready for that.

[approaching footsteps]

[Nora gasps]
Nora?!

What are you doing here?
- What?

You think your mother
doesn't read the paper?

If Ned's back in town,
it's for a job. And I want in.

- The moment I saw that photo,
I knew it was Ned.

Oh, a woman never forgets
her ex-husband's mug.

His birthday?
Sure, but not his face.

- How'd you end up in his room?
- Had a little hunch

I'd find him here,
the old Bluebell Hotel.

It's where your dad
and I used to come to, um,

celebrate a grift gone well.
- All right.

Spare us the details.
There's nothing in the drawers.

There's no toothbrush
in the bathroom.

- He always did travel light.
- You know, I oughta wring

his neck for what he's done,
but... I'd be open

to forgiveness if this job paid
the rent for a year.

- That's all you think
about is money.

- Oh, pardonnez-moi,
Mister high-and-mighty.

- Why are you even here?
You left my father. You have

no right to even see him.
- Says the son

he kept a secret!
- OK, that's enough! No!

Jack!

[playful jazz music]

- Good.

Now that we're alone...

[Frankie sighs]
Look--oh, I'll apologize to him

after he cools down.
Look at this.

That man? That's Desmond Greer.

So, back in the day,
he and your Dad used

to run grifts together.
Big ones.

- What? So, you think
they're back in business?

- Both of them at the same place
at the same time?

They're up to their old tricks.
- Why didn't you say

something earlier?
- Because of Jack.

Oh, baby. Your little brother
isn't on the level.

- And you are?
- Ouch!

- OK, so, look, we need to talk

to this Desmond Greer.
Where do I find him?

- Well, "we" might be a problem.

I might have broken up
his marriage. But you,

Ned Drake's own flesh and blood?

You he will talk to.

- Apologize to Jack.

I'll meet you
back at the office.

♪♪

[door closes]

[upbeat jazz music]

[engine rumbling]

- There are plenty of reasons
why Albert wasn't

at the meeting spot.
- Sure. Are any reasons good?

- Well, I am sure there is
a rational explanation.

- I wish I had your optimism.

- He could still be at a hotel,
or a lodging house.

- My mind's going
in circles, Mary.

- OK. Take a breath.

- Yeah.

[Mary sighs]

Hey, earlier you wanted to tell
me something. What was it?

- Oh, th--that was nothing.

It was just some work news.
It can wait.

- I always wanna hear your work
news, especially if it had you

as excited as Oliver Twist
getting a second helping.

- Well, ah,
Detective Hunter told me

that he and Detective Lyle
are going to speak

with the chief about making me
a police officer.

A real police officer.
- They are, huh?

- I know
that neither one of them is

perfect but Hunter, at least--
- He's as crooked as the day

is long, just like Lyle.
But do you even want a promotion

if that's you how get it?

- I have been doing
excellent work, Steven.

- I--I--
- There is nothing wrong with

a fellow officer putting in a
good word for me with the chief.

- They're despicable, Mary.
- Which is

why the force needs
more officers like me!

Besides,
it's your witness's word

against theirs
and I'm sorry, Steven,

that's not solid proof.

You believe in fairness,
don't you?

[Steven sighs]

[sombre jazz music]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

- 100 over 70. Perfect.

Like lemonade
on a hot summer's day.

- And no one's ever told you
you have blood pressure issues?

- No. Never.
- Do you ever have

any dizzy spells or feel faint?

- Uh, four kids'll
turn you around,

but, other than that, no.

- All your blood work is normal.
Nothing that indicates

any problems that would keep
you from being insured.

- Does that mean I can get
my insurance money after all?

- I'm working on it.

[sighs]
- Thank you, Miss Clarke.

Thank you, Dr. Chakowitz.
- Doctor.

[Flo chuckles]
I like the sounds of that.

- Thank you.
- Oh! And these candies will

keep your kids busy
for a few minutes. Here.

In your pocket.
- Thank you.

Thank you.
- Mm-hm.

- So what do you think?
- Honestly? I don't know.

- What do you mean?
- Based on Annabelle's

assessment, Mrs. Patel is
a 90-year-old

opium addict with glaucoma
on her death bed.

- You just said she was healthy.
- Exactly. She is.

- So Annabelle misdiagnosed her?
- It's more than that.

This assessment looks like it

was written by someone
who learned about medicine

from a radio play.

I don't think
Annabelle's a real doctor.

- I don't believe it.

Ned's alive.

- You sound surprised,
Mr. Greer.

I thought maybe you two were
planning some big job together.

[Mr. Greer scoffs]
Or maybe helping him

fake his death was
the last con that you pulled?

- What? No! Ned's death
spooked me into going straight.

- Are you sure you haven't
spoken to him since?

- Not a word.

Listen, if you do find him,

please... tell him
to come see me.

[Frankie sighs]
- Will do.

That's an interesting ring.

- Ah, thank you. It was a,
uh, gift from a brother.

Ah, which just reminds me,
I'm supposed to see him tonight.

So... if you'll excuse me.
- Of course.

[intriguing jazz music]

- Again, so sorry about
the mix-up, Mrs. Tenenbaum.

Maybe consider a closed casket?
- Aunt Flo?

Aunt Flo.
- Ellie. Are you OK?

- No. Mother left a note
under your door.

She said she's filing papers
for a hearing at juvenile court.

I mean, why?
- Oh.

Maybe she's claiming
I kidnapped you

or you burned down
the family barn. The world is

her bad oyster.
- You have to stop her.

I mean, if she makes me go home,

I'll just run away again.

And I won't ever stop.

[tense jazz music]

- [Sebastian]: Frankie. Frankie!

- Oh... Wh...

Were you calling me?
- I was, and it seems

like I lost out to a shoe box.

What has you so engrossed?

- Just some things
that belonged to my dad.

I--I haven't looked
at this stuff in ages.

- You two were close?

- After the last 24 hours,
I'm not so sure.

- Yeah. Dads are tough.
I never really knew

where I stood with mine.

Knew where he stood
with a drink, though.

- Hm.

[mysterious jazz music]

My dad's friend had this exact

same ring.
I knew I recognized it.

- Class ring maybe?
Um, schoolmates?

- My dad wasn't one for school.
Wait, there's...

there's something etched inside.

Dagger, maybe?

- This your old man?
- Can I see that?

Oh.

- Let me see that ring
you were looking at.
- Yeah.

- You gotta be kidding me.
Your father was a Brother

of the Crooked Dagger?
- A what?

- The carpenter I apprenticed
under? He was a brother.

They're a mix of high society
and common thieves.

A lot of back-scratching,
fierce loyalty,

some bloodshed.

- Secret society?

Des said that he was
seeing his brothers.

There's a meeting tonight.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Where're you going?

- To find my dad.
- Frankie,

these men are dangerous.
You can't just walk into

a brotherhood meeting.

- Watch me.

[ominous music]

- Brothers, we are

facing a problem.

Our very existence is
under threat.

Ned Drake's daughter
visited me today

with proof that he is
very much alive.

[indistinct whispering]
Now, I don't have to remind you

that Ned is no friend of ours.

He knows our secrets,

and if he's back,
it is to expose us or extort us.

We must eliminate
this problem immediately.

And with force if necessary.

♪♪

- What's wrong?
What did Albert say?

- I only spoke with the hotel
clerk who was cleaning out

Albert's room.

Albert died
in a car collision yesterday.

- Oh, my.
Oh, Steven, that's awful.

- I'll give you one guess
how a cautious man dies

in a crash just as he's
about to be interviewed

on police corruption.
- Well, don't you think

that's a bit overly suspicious?
- Mary, I'm simply connecting

the dots.
Hunter and Lyle did this.

- Well, hold on.
We have no actual proof of that.

- Why are you
defending monsters?

- Because, Steven,

I have my convictions
the same as you,

and I believe in due process.
[Steven sniffs]

[Mary sighs]
- Where are you going?

- I am going to the Niagara
police to find out

where this collision occurred.
- So you believe me?

- I didn't say that.
[elevator bell dings]

[ominous music]

- Hey! Frankie Drake! Hey!

- One step closer
and I'll shoot.

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Kid! Slow down.

It's me.

It's Pops.

[tense jazz music]

- I don't understand.
- Look, look, I'll explain

everything to you later,
I promise you, but right now,

Frankie, we've gotta go.
Let's go! Come on.

Gotta get out of here.

[engine rumbling]

[owl hooting]

- Over here!

- Oh, my goodness.
- Car door.

Look at these scratches here.

Hunter and Lyle ran him
off the road.

- The report from the Niagara
police didn't say anything about

another car being involved.
- 'Course it didn't.

- Where are you going?
- We need to get back

if I'm going to get my article
filed for this week's edition.

- But you don't have
a witness anymore.

- Then I'll publish without one.
- Well, won't that hurt

your credibility?
- Not reporting this story

when I know how corrupt
those two are will hurt it more.

- So you're just gonna put your
career on the line like that?

- Some things are
more important than a career.

[pensive jazz music]

[car door opens]

- Private eye, huh?
It's not exactly the life

I'd imagined for you.
- A lot can change

over the years.
- Frankie, wait.

- You abandoned me.

I was a kid and you just left.

- I know.

And I'm sorry.

But, hey, you've done
pretty well for yourself,

running a business.
- That's not the point.

I needed a father,
and you were gone. Why?

- I was a coward.

- You were.

[approaching footsteps]

- Frankie!

- I'll see you in there.

- Was that him? Was that
your father? You found him!

- I did. Um... It's, uh...

- It's wonderful, Bella!

- It's complicated.

He's in some trouble.
- Ah.

I'm afraid I understand
where this is going.

You're not coming with me.

- I can't. Not yet.

- Frankie, I--I cannot wait.

- So what are you saying?

[Alessandro sighs]

- Come when you can. If you can.

- I will, as soon
as things settle down.

- If there is one thing
that I have learned, mia cara,

it's that things...

never settle down.

[sentimental music]

- An unexpected reunion?
Really? That's your line

after 20 years?
- Oh.

- I deserve to wring you neck
after you abandoned Frankie

like you did!
- Oh, so says the woman

who took off while Frankie was
still in diapers.

- Well, that was
because you were shacked

up with a different hussy
every month!

- Hey, hey, hey! That's
my mother you're talking about.

- Listen...
- Ah, shut up.

- I was as loyal as a labrador
'til you started

th--th--that fling
with J.P. Morgan!

- How many times
do I have to tell you that was

all part of the grift?!
- That's enough! You need

to tell us
what the hell is going on!

- Uh...

For... Well, for me
to explain that,

first I gotta tell you
why I had to die.

- I don't understand
why you are so hell-bent

on getting Ellie
back under your roof

when she is happy here.

- Elsbeth requires
someone to help guide her

as she becomes a woman.
- Couldn't agree more.

- Then, surely,
you see my point.

- Unless the point you're
talking about is at the end

of that French fry in your hand,
I really don't.

- Then let me speak plainly.

My daughter needs a positive
role model, not some new woman

more focused on making money
than making a home.

[chuckles]

- Rosalyn, I love you.
I really do.

But you're the single
most hypocritical person

I have ever known.
Oh, you put on a good show

with your church on Sunday
and your pious clothes.

But I know who you really are.
- What are you talking about?

- The drinking. The affairs.

Would you really like

to air that dirty laundry
in court?

- You wouldn't dare.

- It wouldn't give me one bit
of pleasure. But for Ellie?

In a heartbeat.

[cheerful music playing]

- Well, by then,
Des was off the hook.

But the only way I could get off
the cops' radar was to die.

Look, I--I never
would have left you,

either of you,
if--if I'd had the choice.

- We know that. Right, Frankie?
- So why're you back?

- Sir Francis Drake.

Well, his telescope.
It was just stolen from a museum

in Quebec City.
- Oh, brother.

Here we go with this again.
- Something like that must be

worth a ton. You stole it?
- No, no. That was Des.

Ah, but using plans
that I drew up

when Frankie was still a baby.

I wanted to get you something
special for your first birthday.

- Oh, how touching.
- So, what? You're going

to steal a telescope from Des
because he used your plans?

- Yeah, that's right.
That's right. It's hidden

in the brotherhood's vault.
I'm just going to go in

and get it and that's it.
- That's it?

You come back from the dead
to do a job and then, what?

You're just going
to take off again?

- That's the way
it's got to be, right?

Be--between Des and the cops--
- So how the hell are we
supposed to get

inside a locked vault
that's inside

some kind of secret society?
- I got a way in.

But I gotta find
two more signet rings

so I can unlock the chest.
- How do we get those?

- You don't. I do.

- Oh, no! Wait! You can't.

It's too dangerous
for you out there.

Besides, I was, um... ahem...

I was kind of hoping we could
do a little catching up.

- Jack and I will go get the
rings. Just tell us where to go.

- Oh, yeah?
- Tell them. Hm?

- Uh, th-there's a shoeshine
place down by the bus station.

[indistinct mumbling]

[scoffs]

- [Frankie]: Dad says
that he's got both rings.

- Ah, maybe you should just do
this one on your own, Frankie.

- You create a distraction,
I'll grab the rings

and I'll meet you
back at the office.

[Jack sighs]
- I don't know about this.

- Has domestic life
made you soft?

- Maybe a bit.
But it's worth it.

- If you say so.

I'm happy for you, OK?
- But?

- Oh!
- But I can't imagine

that kind of life for myself.

Here we go.
[metallic clinking]

[man sighs]

Hello there.
- How can I help you, Miss?

- I can't resist a shoeshine

from a handsome fellow.

- Well, by the time
I get the grime off

these shoes,
we should be old pals.

[laughing]
Let's see.

Oh... kay.

[suspenseful music]

- Sir! That man just walked off

with your cash box.
- Ah! Not this again! Hey!

[police whistle sounds]
- [man]: Stop! Police!

- Bingo.

[sighs]

- Thank you.
- No problem.

You know what?
I'm, uh, running short on time.

Next time.
- Oh! Oh.

Thank you.
- Thanks.

[indistinct chatter]
[keyboards clacking]

[phone rings]
- Toronto PD switchboard.

- Shaw! Hey.

I got some really good news
about that thing

Lyle and I talked
to the chief about.

- Oh...

- Let's talk.

There's the man!
After you, Mary.

[ominous music]

- This is a funny spot
to get good news.

- You could be
a great cop, Shaw.

- Real great. Top of the line.

But...

- Your commie boyfriend's
a problem.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Don't play the innocent.

We've seen you two
all over town.

And we know about
the article he's writing.

- Guy's got a vendetta
against cops.

- Being associated
with a guy like that

doesn't reflect well on someone
in line for a promotion.

- What are you saying,
Detectives?

- Just that we all make choices.

- And actions have consequences.

- I don't care for threats
and neither does Steven.

- Oh, we're not
threatening, Mary.

- Just giving you the facts

so you can make
an informed choice.

- Excu--excuse me, please...

Let me out of this cell,
or I'll scream.

[Mary inhales deeply]

[receding footsteps]

- Sounds like she needs
a little more persuasion.

- Ahem.

- Oh, Mr. Webley?

There's something
I have to tell you.

- Of course. What is it?

- Well, I'm sorry
to tell you this, but...

I don't think
Annabelle's a real doctor.

- Ah, excuse me?

- She's been denying claims
based on underlying conditions

that our clients don't
actually have. So I asked

a friend to look
into the medical registry.

She's not on it.

- I don't believe it.

Well, it seems you've proven
yourself a better investigator

than I could have imagined.

I will speak with Annabelle.
- Ah,

all due respect,
but something like this requires

more than a conversation.

- What do you mean?
- If Annabelle is not

a real doctor,
she needs to be fired.

- Yes, yes. I agree.
Something...

decisive must be done.

Leave it to me.

[intriguing jazz music]

[bell ringing rapidly]
- Excuse me. Sorry.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Excuse me.
[panting]

[objects clattering]
[glass breaking]

Steven! Steven!

Are you all right?

- Yeah.
[Mary sighs]

- What happened?

- What's it look like?

[Mary gasps]
Good guys, huh?

- Was anyone hurt?
- No.

But... it'll be months
before the paper will be able

to print again.
[glass shattering]

- Well, then, we'll
just have to find another
paper to print the article.

- I thought you said it was
a mistake to publish

without a source.
- It is.

The only way to bring down
Hunter and Lyle is

with solid proof.
- But without Albert Steward--

- You need me.
- What?

- I will go on the record
against them.

[sombre music]

[tinkling]
[Nora sighs]

[Ned sighs]
- You sure you know

where you're going, Ned?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

- Uh-huh. So where is
this vault, anyway?

We've been walking for hours.
- It's been 20 minutes.

- It's just up ahead.
Help me out.

- Ooh, I got a stone in my shoe.

- Ah. Here it is.
[thud]

[metallic clanking]
- Whoa!

- No! Oh, no, no!
[breathing rapidly]

Oh, no! Oh! Damn it.

Well, it looks like
it's more a father-daughter

grift now, doesn't it?

[tense jazz music]

[clanking]
- Ah!

[distant indistinct speaking]
[Frankie sighs]

- What's that?
- Well... sounds like they're

having an initiation tonight.

Here we are.
Let's clear this stuff off.

[click]
[whispering]: Here, hide! Hide!

[door creaks]
[indistinct chanting]

- Who are you?
[Frankie sighs]

- Frankie Drake.

You knew my father, Ned.

- Hey, McBride.

We'd better get this sword
out to the ceremony,

or they'll think something's up.
- No, no. Des will make you

in a second. I'll go.
- You don't know the ritual.

- I'll wing it.
- How?

- I'm a Drake.

I'll figure it out.

Come on.
Let's get you out of here.

[Ned groans]

[sighs]

- [Annabelle]: Leaving so soon,
Trudy?

- Mr. Webley?
- Miss Clarke,

you are
an excellent investigator.

- My husband told me
you did a little digging

into my credentials.
- Your husband?

- Aha. Yes, I thought
that might come as a surprise.

Needless to say,
I won't be leaving the company.

- What's this?
- Our insurance policy,

no pun intended.
- Why don't you

have a look
at the secondary signature

on all those denied claims?

- We think you'll find
it looks... familiar.

- That's not much
of an insurance policy.

- Au contraire.
- You breathe a word

of what you know to the
authorities, or anyone else,

we'll say you were complicit
in our little arrangement.

- No one will ever believe you.
- You sure about that?

All an investigator has is
her reputation.

You talk and,
once we're finished with you,

clients won't trust you
to find their lost dogs.

- I'll take my chances.

[sombre jazz music]

[door opens]

[footsteps]
[door shuts]

[indistinct distant speaking]

- [whispering]: Come on, now.
Let's do it.

All right.

[clicking]
[clunking]

Oh! Music to my ears.

Come on!

[groaning]

Ah... Hello, beautiful.

- [Frankie]: Let go of me!

[voice echoes]
[dramatic music]

- Just tell us where he is.

- I have no idea where he is.

I'm looking for him too.

- You really expect me
to believe that?

He's your father.
- Yeah.

Well, he abandoned me.
- Still...

blood runs thick.
[Frankie gasps]

Maybe we should draw
some of yours,

teach the old man a lesson.
- DES!

Let her go.

It's me you want.

- You.

- No!

- AH!

- OH!

- Stay away from my husband,
you filthy louse!

- This bloody family!
- Ah!

[grunting]

[grunting]
- Ah!

[squelching]
[Ned screams]

[gasps]
- Ah!

- No!
- Neddie!

- Out of my way.
It's not you I want.

[grunting]
OH!

- Oh, Frankie! Come on.
- GO!

- Come on!
- Go! Go!

- Oh! Neddie!
- Oh, God.

- Ah.

- Oh.
[grunts]

Oh!
[Nora whimpering]

- OK. Are you going to be OK?

- I'm a Drake.

I'll wing it.

[Ned grunts]

- We gonna get out
of here or what?

- OK, come on.
- I got it. I got it.

- Come on, Dad.
- OK. That's it.

- Sure you want to do this?
- I'm here.

- Heard you had a scoop for me.

- This is the biggest scandal

ever to rock
the Toronto Police Department.

- That's nice

and everything, but, uh...

corruption isn't exactly

my beat.
- Your beat or not,

publishing this story is
for the good of the--

- Uh, what he means,
Tara, is that

publishing an exposé like this?

It could make you famous.

- Tell me everything.
- All right.

- OK.
- This is Albert's story...

[Ned groans]
- Hey, Frankie,

do you remember
when I was little and you--

you taught me to ride the bike?
And you bought me that little...

the little red sled?
- We need to get him

to a hospital.
- OK. Here.

Just sit here and I'll figure
out how to open up this gate.

- All right.
- You don't have to
go through that trouble.

- [Frankie]: Who's there?

- Jack! What the hell
happened to you?

- That's a story
for another time.

Real news is I can
get you out of this place.

[thud]
[metallic clanking]

- That's my boy.
- OK.

- Dad! Are you OK?
- Yeah.

I just got a scratch.
[Ned groans]

- Come on, come on.
Here. Let's sit you down.

Come on.
- Ah! Ah! What?!

- I'm really sorry about this.

I gotta do what's right
for my son.

- No. Jack.

- You thieving little...

[laughing]

- That's my boy!

[Nora scoffs]

[laughing]

- What on earth
are you laughing at?

We're trapped in this tunnel,
and your dad's bleeding

like a stuck pig!
[all laughing]

- This family. What...

[Frankie sighs]
- You're a good kid, Frankie.

- Isn't she some'in?

We sure did that right.
- Yeah.

You always were.

And I've missed you every day
since I've been gone.

And I didn't leave you
because I was a coward.

I left you because I thought
your life would be better

without me in it.
[Frankie sighs]

[ragged breathing]
I love you, kid.

- Dad.
- Oh...

- Dad! No.
- Ned?

[Nora breathes deeply]

- No...

[sombre music]

[light ukulele music]

- ♪ Away

♪ I want to float away

♪ Above the cares of today

♪ Above the fears

♪ Of tomorrow

♪ Away

♪ Above the noise

♪ And the din

♪ A place where I can begin

♪ To shed my tears
and my sorrow ♪

♪ Nothing lasts for long

♪ Even the songbirds' song

♪ But as the seasons turn

♪ The songbirds will return

♪ And so I come

♪ Towards the light

♪ And the sun

♪ And say so long

♪ To ho-hum

♪ And turn my face

♪ To tomorrow

♪ And turn my face

♪ To tomorrow

[sombre piano music]

[sighs]

- Are you all right?

- [softly]: I... I don't know.

- Come on. Come.

♪♪

♪♪

[gasps]

[gun being cocked]

[gunshot]

[theme music]

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