Frankie Drake Mysteries

- You always take the ladies to such swanky places?

- Bella, with a woman like you, it is impossible to make it home before indulging.

- Oh, you're good.

(grunting) - Wait!

Frankie.

There is a woman in trouble.

- Wha...?

- No!

- I just can't do this anymore!

- Stay here.

- Not a chance.

- Hey!

Get your hands off of her!

Hey!

(gasping) I guess she no need my help after all.

- Yeah.

She knocked him out.

Alessandro, he's dead.

(jazzy theme music) (woman scatting) She had short blond hair, um... a darker complexion and there was a-a flower... - Now, hang on.

Your friend here seems to think the woman's hair was brown like a church mouse and down to her shoulders.

Which is it?

- Well, with respect, signore, Frankie is a private investigator.

- Uh-huh.

Why don't you tell me how tall this woman was, huh?

- Ah, sh-she was tall.

Tall and, uh, thin, no?

- Um, she was six feet, maybe?

Not necessarily thin.

I would call her a substantial woman.

- Substantial.

You two need to make up your minds.

- From Hunter, sir.

- You can both go.

- If you're gonna find this woman, you need a proper description.

- Drake, you're not the investigator here.

You're the witness.

And not a very good one at that.

Go home.

- Frankie?

What are you two doing here?

- We could say the same.

- Well, they're having the Morality Squad crack down on these Dime-A-Dance dancehalls.

Watching women get pawed while I measure their skirts is frustrating work.

- That sounds almost as fun as the evening that we just had.

Well, up until the point where we found a dead man.

May he rest in peace.

- What?

A dead man?

- Fight gone wrong.

A woman fled the scene and Lyle doesn't seem to be interested in helping us find her.

- I'll see what I can suss out?

- That would be great, Mary.

Why don't you go keep the bed warm?

- What?

Where are you going?

- I'm gonna see what I can find out about this woman.

- Bella, please-- be safe.

- Where's the fun in that?

Excuse me, I'm with the Toronto St ar.

Is the investigation over?

- Yeah, nothing left to see here.

(Jew's harp sound) (laughing) - Sequins in the morning?

This has Italian race car driver written all over it.

- Ran into some trouble of the cadaver sort last night.

I'm wondering if you could take a look at the autopsy report?

- You'll have to be a little more specific.

- Um, he would've come in here just after three am.

He was found in an alleyway just off of-- - King Street?

Large build, head wound.

- That's him.

- Your guy's a John Doe.

Says here he died of a heart attack.

Case closed.

- A woman cleaned his clock seconds before he died.

Are you sure that's not what killed him?

- I can take another look.

- That'd be great.

What about his personal effects?

- Oh!

Got them right here.

Mm-hmm.

Here you go.

Sweet creamy custard!

Five hundred bucks.

That's a lot of dough to carry around loose.

- Bet he carried it in this.

I found it in the alley just after the cops cleared out.

- I am guessing our John Doe's initials are KM.

- No need to guess.

It's monogrammed.

Kelvin MacDonald.

- Wake up!

- Oh!

What?

(laughing) What?

Why?

- Shep gave me a new life insurance claim to investigate.

I could really use your help.

- Could we order a coffee first?

- Of course.

- Um, excuse me?

Could we order a couple of coffees?

Thank you.

- OK, so Penelope Weinman died in an explosion two weeks ago and no body was recovered.

Her husband is trying to collect on the funeral costs, but I want to make sure everything's on the up and up before Shep pays out.

- And you want me to check the police file?

- Please.

I'm sure it's an open-and-shut case, but I wanna cover all my bases.

- Got it.

- Hi.

- How do you look so fresh and rested on less sleep than me?

- Practice.

- Did you find anything out about the Kelvin MacDonald case?

- Thank you.

Well-rested and you know his name.

Well, um, all I can tell you about Mr. MacDonald is that he runs a small family business that makes, um... bicycle inner tubes and accessories.

Uh, his secretary reported him missing when he didn't show for a meeting.

- What about the woman who fled the scene?

- Well, I don't think they even looked for her.

According to Lyle, the coroner-- - Ruled it as natural causes.

- Yeah.

- Something isn't right.

I can feel it.

I'll catch up with you two later.

- OK. You sure you're going to get through the day to get me that file, Rip Van Winkle?

- Yes.

(laughing) - Oh!

(phones ringing, typewriters clicking) - The MacDonalds aren't seeing visitors.

There's been a death in the family.

- I-I know.

I was there.

I came to offer my condolences.

- You were there?

When my brother died?

- Mr. MacDonald, I am so sorry for your loss.

- Douglas.

Please.

- Frankie Drake.

I'm a Private Detective.

I--I just have a couple of questions for you.

- What is it?

- Your brother was with a woman last night.

Do you have any idea who she could be?

- I'm afraid Kelvin and I didn't share details of our private lives.

Why are you looking for this woman?

I thought the case was closed?

- I just can't stand loose ends.

- Douglas!

I need you in here now.

- I'm sorry, my father needs me.

Beatrice?

- Of course.

I'll, uh, show you out.

- How long have you worked for the MacDonalds?

- I was Kelvin's secretary for nine years.

- I don't want to get anyone into trouble, but do you have any idea who he could have been with last night?

- He was a very private man.

- But?

- But he did often have me connect him to a florist down on King St. Lister's, if you can believe it.

I'll write it down for you.

- Why wouldn't I believe it?

- Oh.

I, uh...

I just meant because Lister's is right next to... - The alley where Kelvin died.

- I just have a few more questions about the days leading up to your wife's death, Mr. Weinman.

- Listen, is there a problem with my claim, or something?

- It's just standard procedure.

I know this is a sensitive topic, but... had you and your wife been having any problems?

- What?

Not at all.

She was... we were just Normal Nathan and Penny.

Wait, are you suggesting I had something to do with her death?

- Uh, no, no, no.

I'm not suggesting anything.

These are just questions I have to ask.

- Sorry, it's... it's been a hard few weeks.

- I understand.

You know what?

I think we have what we need for today.

Oh, one more thing.

- Sure.

What is it?

- A photo of Penelope?

I'd like to keep one for the file.

- I do have one.

- Great.

You know what?

After I'm done making a copy, I will drop it off to you tonight.

- No!

Ah...

I mean, yeah, sure.

Just... call before you come, OK?

The place is a bit of a mess.

- Sure.

Will do.

- Excuse me, are you the owner?

- Max Lister.

What could I do for ya?

- Well, I am looking for a woman.

- Aren't we all?

- The woman I'm looking for was sent flowers from this shop regularly.

- Here I, uh... thought you might be looking for me.

Always a bridesmaid.

Ah, what's the name?

- That I don't know, but it was a Kelvin MacDonald who was sending her the flowers.

Does that name ring a bell?

- What'd you say your name was?

- Drake.

Yeah.

Frankie Drake.

- Right, well, all I can tell you is that Mr. MacDonald ordered a bouquet of amaryllis every Friday like clockwork.

- Any idea who he sent them to?

- Picked them up.

I didn't ask.

Sometimes, it's best not to ask people what they like to get up to.

- Right.

Well, we haven't found the woman yet, but Kelvin MacDonald sent amaryllis to-- Oh!

Excuse me.

- It's no problem.

- Frankie, this is, uh... - The woman from the alley.

- I'm sorry-- what now?

- When I saw you in that alley, I was so afraid of getting caught in... Well, the way I was dressed, that I panicked.

Once I got home, I started to worry.

- He thought his slap killed Kelvin.

But it didn't.

And he didn't die of a heart attack, either.

He was poisoned.

- Poisoned by what?

- My best guess is aconite.

Probably slipped into his drink sometime, like, six hours before he died.

- But we were at the club all night.

- Which club?

- Oh, it's a little... underground spot.

- Wait!

How is there an underground club that we don't know about?

- Well, uh, this place is for... - Roger, you can trust us.

(sighing) - Folks call it The Flower Shop.

– Let me guess: it's run by Max Lister?

- Yes.

And it caters to homosexuals.

Kel and I were lovers.

But... - But what?

- Kel was breaking it off when he-- It was all so fast.

One minute we're arguing and the next he's on the ground.

I just, I-I-I... - You thought that it was your fault?

- It is so hard for someone like me to find someone like him.

And now he's gone and the case is closed, so-- what?

His killer just goes free?

- No.

Not if I can help it.

- What do you mean?

- She's a private detective.

- And you'll help?

- I've been working this case all morning, looking for you.

(gasping with emotion) OK, Kelvin died at 1 a.m.

He was poisoned sometime after 7, so what time did the two of you go to the club?

- Oh, we never arrive together.

I'm a performer, so I have to get in early.

Kel was there when I went on at 9.

- So where was he between 7 and 9?

- Well, I'll head to his office and see what he was up to yesterday.

Are you performing tonight?

- If there's a killer in the club, I'm not sure I want to.

- But when I catch that killer, it should be business as usual.

- Will you come with me?

- Max will make me right away.

- What about you?

- Who, me?

- Yes, Florence.

We'd need to shine you up a bit, but... it could work.

- Rog, I'm about as shiny as they come.

(chuckling) - Oh, you'll fit in just fine.

- Oh my gosh!

Trudy, I never expected a life insurance case to be this exciting!

Penelope Weinman?

She is no stranger to morality offences, but not only that-- she and her husband run with the Girard Mob family!

- That must be why he was so agitated when I suggested visiting his apartment.

- What's this?

And they were in tighter than even the police knew.

- Wait, what do you mean?

- That's Eloise Girard.

- Art Girard's daughter?

- Mm-hmm.

She also has a number of morality offenses, not that she's paid any of the fines.

No one has seen her in months.

- What about the file on the explosion?

- Well, the police think that the explosion was set by someone in the Girard organization.

- Wait, that's huge.

If Penelope died because she was involved in some criminal activity, that would make Nathan's claim invalid.

- Yes.

But there is one problem.

The police didn't find any concrete evidence to support that theory.

- Huh.

- Where are you going?

- To find evidence that explosion was not an accident.

- Well, I'm coming with you!

(lively piano music) (inaudible) - Somebody stole my gal Somebody stole my pal - What do you think, Florence?

- He's good.

- That's Henrietta.

And she is very much a woman.

- The kisses that I loved so - And who do we have here?

- Florence is a friend of Kel's.

- Sorry, Roger.

There's no new people tonight.

- I heard Kelvin was a bountiful tipper.

You can expect much the same from me.

- Fine, but this place is a secret and it needs to stay that way.

- Of course.

- Thanks, Max.

- Uh-huh.

- (man): Love you!

- Hey, Alistair.

- Hey, Elsa.

What'll it be?

- Nothing for me.

It's early.

- I will have a-- Never mind.

I wasn't thirsty, anyway.

(laughing) What did I do?

And why'd he call you Elsa?

- That's my stage name.

Mm-hmm.

- Ooh.

- As for the chill, Florence?

Hm.

I think you're going to have to prove yourself before anyone will trust you.

- How the heck can I do that?

- Hm.

Everyone loves a song.

- I haven't sung since I was kicked out of choir in Catholic school.

- Well, I'd start warming up them pipes if I was you.

(clicks tongue) - I may not know much about business, but Beatrice explained what the numbers in the monthly report mean.

- Beatrice is a secretary.

She doesn't know what the numbers mean.

- She knows enough to understand the company's in financial straits!

- Do you need something, Miss Drake?

- That woman should keep her nose out of things.

- I've half a mind to-- - Could I take a look at that?

- Beatrice!

In here now!

- Here.

- Who the hell are you?

- This is the private investigator I mentioned, Father.

- Mr. MacDonald, I have some information you need to hear about your son.

Kelvin was poisoned.

- My goodness.

- Poisoned?

- Do you have any idea where he was between seven and nine last night?

- That's none of your business.

- Mr. McDonald.

Please.

I see that you have his calendar.

If I could just take a quick look?

- Absolutely not.

The police have told us the case is closed.

And I'll take their word over yours.

- Father-- - That's enough!

Go.

Now!

- I'll see myself out.

(cheers and applause) - Whiskey.

Straight.

- That's a great set.

- Thanks.

- I wanna get up there, but I can't seem to find the nerve.

How do you do it?

- Life's too short to not do the things you want to.

Liquid courage doesn't hurt, either.

- Mm.

Wish me luck.

- Mm-hmm.

(piano music) - This is for my dear friend, Kelvin.

I feel sad You feel blue I can hardly Sleep at night For your man Was sore all the time And I know I didn't treat him Right - Whoo!

- Bring it on!

- You're going back To your first love I'm going back To my used to be (crowd whooping) Back to my used to be - We love you!

(cheers and applause) (mysterious jazz music) - "One hundred kisses behind the bar."

- What're you girls doin' here?

(gasping) - We were investigating the explosion.

- Seems like, uh, you're the type to have your finger on the pulse of the neighbourhood.

Did you happen to see anything?

- You a cop?

- No.

No, I'm not.

I'm just a morality officer.

And off duty.

- Can't be too careful in this part of town.

Snitching can land you at the bottom of Lake Ontario.

- Indeed, cement boots and all of that.

- Just before the explosion, this man came out of here, which seemed strange because it's been abandoned for a long time.

Just as I got thinking about it... (mimics explosion) - That's an awful coincidence.

- Yeah.

- Uh, is this the man that you saw?

- Could be.

I was a ways away.

You didn't hear any of it from me.

- Our lips are sealed.

- Kelvin would've got a real kick out of that.

- Aw, I think we all did.

That is on me.

- Oh!

I feel invincible.

Maybe now I can tell Roger why I really came here tonight.

- Oh, yeah?

Why is that?

- I don't think Kelvin had a heart attack.

I think someone killed him.

- What are you?

Some kind of amateur detective, or something?

- No, not at all.

Just trying to figure out what happened to my friend.

Forget I said anything.

- Well, I hate to say it, but your friend Kelvin wasn't very well liked around here.

- You talking about someone in particular?

Between you and me?

- You might want to start with him.

- Wake up!

- What?

S-s-sorry.

Anything?

- Mm.

- Oh, that's Eloise Girard!

- And that's Nathan Weinman.

Well, there's our motive.

- Well, assuming they were together before Penelope died.

- Looks like we need to talk to Miss Girard.

- A smart and stylish girl you see Belle of good society Not too strict, but rather free Yet as right as right can be (laughter and applause) - Oh, he's quite something.

- I could say the same for you.

That was a lovely rendition.

One of my favourite songs.

- ...very thing I told... - And I should know.

I manage the Hippodrome orchestra.

Lloyd Easton.

- Florence.

Were you a friend of Kelvin's, too?

- Uh, no, dear.

We were not friends.

That man was so... flamboyant.

Far too obvious about his money.

I suppose you wouldn't have heard about the trouble some of us have been having with blackmail?

- Blackmail?

Here?

- Only some of the more well-to-do regulars.

I presumed that Kelvin might have possibly-- - Everyone stay where you are.

This is a raid!

- Police!

Don't move!

(shouting) - Oh, please!

- Hey, stop resisting!

- Let's get this off so we can see who you really are!

- Let me go!

- Leave him alone!

- What're you gonna do about it?

Dyke!

That's right, girlies!

Enjoy it!

- Flo, what the hell happened?

- Frankie, I punched a cop.

- To be arrested is one thing.

But to have been arrested dressed like this?

Oh!

In an illegal club for... for people like me.

I'm not getting out of here for a very long time.

- But we were acting in self-defence.

Detective Lyle was assaulting you!

- You spent one night in The Flower Shop, Flo.

You have no idea what it's really like for us.

- I'm sorry.

But we have friends in the station.

We are both getting outta here.

But in the meanwhile... what do you know about blackmail in the club?

- Nothing.

Why?

- Lloyd Easton mentioned it.

- Oh, God!

- He said Kelvin's death might be related to it.

Roger, we found a lot of money in his suit pocket.

- What are you suggesting?

- Could Kelvin have been blackmailing people in the club?

- No!

He would never have done anything to put the club at risk.

- OK. OK.

So he's the victim and the money is the payoff.

How does he end up dead?

- That's why he broke up with me.

- What?

- He said he couldn't do it anymore.

- Yeah.

Meaning the relationship.

- Well, that's what I thought.

But maybe he was going to leave us all.

- To try and get out from under the thumb of the blackmailer.

- And he got killed for it.

(sighing) - Flo Chakowitz.

Roger LeBlanc.

You're free to go.

- What did I tell you?

Friends in the station.

Let's get outta here.

- Did you really punch Detective Lyle?

- Trust me-- he had it coming.

- You at least get something useful for going to all that trouble?

- Oh, did I ever.

Apparently, someone is blackmailing the wealthy clientele at the club.

I think Kelvin stopped paying and he got killed for it.

- So, who's your blackmailer?

- Maybe whoever found out about this?

Looks like Kelvin was cheating on Roger.

- With Henrietta Collins?

- I thought Kelvin preferred men.

- He does and she's not.

Henrietta's a male impersonator.

- For some people it's about the person, not the parts.

- I guess so.

But why blackmail Kelvin about an affair when his entire personal life was a secret?

- Mm-hmm.

- It's a good question.

Who told you about the blackmail?

- Stuffy fella named Lloyd.

He's the manager of the Hippodrome orchestra.

- OK.

I'll see if I can talk to him today.

Do you want to see if Max has any insight into this?

- Will do.

- Thank you, Flo.

How's the case for Shep going?

- Not as straightforward as I'd like.

- For starters, today, we're going to shake down Art Girard's daughter!

- Mob boss Art Girard?

- Mm-hmm.

The very same!

- Wish us luck.

- Good luck!

- We need to find out how long Nathan and Eloise have been together.

- Trudy, I think I should be the one to talk to Eloise.

- You're not exactly inconspicuous, Mary.

- Well, exactly!

I can use her morality offences as a pretense.

- OK, well, how are you going to get her to talk about Nathan?

- Well...

I'll figure something out.

- Improvisation isn't exactly your strong suit-- - There she is!

- Wait!

No, Mary!

I really think I should be the one that-- Never mind.

- Excuse me, ma'am?

Ma'am!

Uh, excuse me?

- Hey!

What're you doing back here?

- Oh!

I just came by to pick up my bag.

It got lost in all the craziness when the cops showed up last night.

- Speaking of cops, that was, uh... that's some punch you gave that detective.

You do not know how many times I've wanted to do the same.

- You mean you've been raided before?

- Yeah, of course we have.

The cops?

They're, uh, not exactly fans of my clientele.

And, no offense, but Kelvin dropping dead right outside my door didn't help either.

Natural causes or not.

- Do you think it was?

Natural causes.

- What else would it be?

- I heard there's a blackmailer preying on your customers.

- Well, it's the first I'm hearing of it and, uh, what does that have to do with Kelvin?

- If Kelvin was targeted, maybe one thing led to another.

The blackmailer killed him.

- Well, if we're talking blackmail, you know what they say.

The bartender knows everybody's secrets.

- Uh, ma'am.

- Mm.

- Uh, excuse me, ma'am?

- Excuse me, sir!

Do you have a moment to discuss the good news of our Lord and Saviour?

- I'm not interested.

- Well, you see, lost souls matter to God and so they matter to me.

So if you would just listen-- - Miss, I'm trying to do my job.

So if you could please just move?

- I will do no such thing!

I know that you are trailing those women and I demand to know why, in the name of all that is holy!

- Excuse me, ma'am!

If you don't stop, I'll have no choice but to arrest you.

- What on earth have I done to warrant being arrested?

- Well, I--I not--noticed your condition and I thought-- - You thought what?

- Ma'am, I am a member of the Toronto Police Department and you'd do well to respect me as such.

- I beg your pardon.

What do you need?

- Well, I notice your condition and I also notice that you aren't wearing a wedding ring, so I thought, being a Morality Officer, maybe we should have a little chat about morality.

Who is the father of your child?

(sobbing) (sobbing and sniffling) There, there.

- Well, if you don't tell me, I'm afraid I'm going to have to call the police.

- There's no need for that.

- Will you stop following those women?

- I can't do that, miss.

I'm on official RCMP business.

- What kind of business?

- I'm not at liberty to say.

- I'm on business, too.

- I thought you were a missionary?

- I'm actually investigating a life insurance claim.

- Is this is about Penelope Weinman?

- Could be.

Why?

- We need to talk.

- Did you bring the note you received, Mr. Easton?

- I did.

- Oh.

Great.

"I eagerly await one hundred kisses "behind the bar on Friday.

Or shall we meet in your office instead?"

Oh, please-- have a seat.

This is identical to the note that Kelvin received, but how is it blackmail?

- It's a code.

- So one hundred kisses means one hundred dollars?

- Yes.

To be left behind the bar.

And if I don't pay... - They will reveal that you are a regular at The Flower Shop.

- And everything that goes on there.

- To your colleagues.

- Musicians are fairly permissive, but if management found out... - I understand.

What can you tell me about Henrietta Collins-- the woman on the postcard?

- Just that she's quite a performer.

- Do you think she could be the blackmailer?

- Miss Drake, when you live the sort of life I do, anyone who knows about it has the power to take advantage.

- You are never going to believe this.

Nathan and Eloise?

They're not just having an affair-- they're having a baby!

- Really?

- I bet Nathan cooked up this explosion to get rid of Penelope so he'd be free to marry Eloise.

- Nathan didn't cook up the explosion.

- Was it Art Girard?

Because if we could prove that-- - It was the RCMP.

- What?

What?

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police murdered a woman?

- No, but they did set the explosion.

Penelope's alive.

It was a cover to get her into witness protection.

- Witness protection?

- Yeah.

She's going to be testifying against the Girard organization.

- Well, does that mean case closed for us?

- Hardly.

I can't tell Shep that Penelope's alive.

It'll risk the RCMP's case and Penelope's safety.

- Well, what happens if you don't tell him?

- Shep pays Nathan's claim and then fires us once he finds out that she's alive?

- I can't believe I'm going to say this, but it would be so much easier if Penelope was dead.

(mysterious jazz music) - Great mother Methuselah.

- Hey!

What're you doing back there?

- Uh... - Excuse me?

- No.

No autographs 'til after the show.

- No, I'm not here for an autograph.

Take a look at the back.

- This supposed to be a fan letter?

- Blackmail note.

And several of the patrons received them.

- And?

- Your picture is on the back of all of them.

I mean, who besides you would have access to these?

- Only anyone who's ever seen me sing.

I put them out whenever I perform.

I had nothing to do with this.

(engine starting) - Thank you.

- Same handwriting.

So much for staying out of people's business, Max.

- I swear, I was just-- - Just rifling through my things?

- Hey, leave her alone!

- Not until she explains herself.

- Not until you explain yourself.

- These are my tips!

I don't know who this woman really is, Max, but she's no friend of ours.

- She's a friend of mine!

- And mine.

- What?

You're a detective?

- In my spare time.

- OK!

Out of here, both of you!

- Oh, you are not in any position to be making demands.

You've been blackmailing your clientele?

- She's the blackmailer?

But you said that Alistair was-- - You told her I was blackmailing people?

- OK, look, I may have insinuated because-- - Thanks a lot, Max.

I quit.

- You don't understand.

- Then enlighten us.

- You think it costs nothing to keep a place like this open?

Look, the protection fees alone, they-- - Whoa-whoa-whoa!

Protection fees?

- Yeah.

You think it's just luck that the police aren't in here every single night raiding like they did last night?

- So you pass the extortion on to the customers?

- Only the rich guys like Kelvin.

- Well, Kelvin's company isn't doing very well because of the money that he's been funneling you.

- He was always so flush, uh-- - Appearances can be deceiving.

So how did you slip him the aconite that killed him?

- I don't know anything about that.

- Kelvin was poisoned six hours before he died.

- And he was here all night.

- OK, but he didn't even come in here until almost nine.

- You sure about that?

- Yeah.

I gave him a heads-up right before the show started, you know?

I didn't want to-- didn't want him to miss Elsa.

- Heads up about what?

Where was he?

- He was back in the alley, arguing with some old guy in a three-piece suit.

- The money clip.

Kelvin wasn't the KM that it belonged to.

- Why did you drag me down here?

- I thought you might want this.

- So, did you poison your son because he was a homosexual?

- Or because he was stealing company funds?

- I may not have agreed with Kelvin's choices, but I did not kill my son.

- Well, then what were you doing in the alley the night that he died?

- Trying to help him out of the mess he had gotten himself into.

- You knew about the blackmail?

- All he had to do to make it go away was to give up this place.

- And the man he loved.

- We've all made sacrifices.

- It still doesn't explain what you were doing here.

- I followed Kelvin hoping to pay off the blackmailer once and for all.

Cleared out my savings.

- The five hundred dollars.

- But Kelvin didn't want my money.

He smacked it right out of my hand.

- Which is how it ended underneath the dumpster.

- So how did the money get into Kelvin's pocket?

- He eventually realised it was the only way.

He took it.

I went home.

As for what happened after that...

I can't bear to think about it.

- Thank you for stopping by.

- Does this mean you're finished investigating and I can have my money?

- The investigation is complete, yes.

I just need you to sign this.

- What the hell is this?

- Well, it's a simple legal document withdrawing your life insurance claim.

- And why would I do that?

- I'm glad you asked.

I'll show you.

- Eloise is just a friend.

- That looks like more than friendship to me, Mr. Weinman.

- Our relationship has evolved since Penelope died, but can you blame me?

Eloise has been a comfort.

- Judging by her condition, she's been more than a comfort since well before Penelope's death.

So, tell me: Art Girard know you knocked up his daughter?

- I'll do whatever you want.

- Great.

Here's the pen.

(dramatic music) - (cook): Order up!

- (waitress): I'll be right there.

- Hello, ladies!

- Hey.

- Why are you two so glum?

- Why are you so chipper?

- I twisted my way out of a jam with Shep and got paid for my trouble.

- Hm.

- Now you go.

- We hit a dead end in our case.

- Ah, do you want to talk it out?

- Thanks, Trudy, but I don't see what good it will do.

- Flo.

- I'm sorry, Frankie.

I don't mean to be a downer, but-- - No, Flo!

You-you have to see this.

"MacDonald and Sons set to expand".

- Expanding?

During financial troubles?

- Looks like the new president isn't as useless as he wanted me to believe.

- No more dead end?

- More like a gnarled family tree.

You're making a lot of big moves for someone who claims they don't have a head for business.

Did you plan the expansion before Kelvin was killed?

- I don't think I like what you're insinuating, Ms. Drake.

- She's not insinuating anything.

- I didn't kill my brother.

- Then answer the question.

- This expansion was decided upon yesterday.

It was a last-ditch effort to save the company.

- It-it wouldn't happen in a day.

- No, but Beatrice had the plans drawn up and-- - Who's Beatrice?

- She's our secretary.

Although the title belies the work she does.

She's been a godsend.

- The expansion was Beatrice's idea?

- Mm-hmm.

- She's no godsend.

She's the killer.

And you're her pawn.

(incredulous laugh) - Excuse me?

- Beatrice wanted to be more than just a secretary.

- No, no.

That never would have happened while Kelvin was in charge.

I... - So she killed him.

- Because she knew you were going to take over.

- And I'd need her help.

- She'd finally get the power she always wanted.

- So, how do we prove it?

- We give her what she wants.

- I came as quickly as I could, Mr. MacDonald.

Is everything all right?

- More than all right.

Have a seat.

I thought we should have a toast to your new role as Vice President.

- Vice President?

Huh.

Me?

- Mm-hmm.

No one has shown the commitment to the company like you.

To you, Beatrice.

(door opening) - You really should be more careful who you accept drinks from.

- You never know what could be in them.

- What are you doing here?

And what...?

What did you do?

- Exactly what you did to Kelvin.

- But unlike you, we have the cure.

- What do you want?

- Your confession.

- Fine.

I did it.

But you have no idea how they treated me.

I've been the brains of this place ever since old man MacDonald put Kelvin in charge.

And what did I get for it?

Nothing!

- Except, perhaps, a pay cheque?

- A pittance!

And after I saw the financial statements, I knew that if I didn't do something, the business would go under.

And I wouldn't even have that.

I didn't sacrifice 15 years of my life to lose everything.

- No.

You sacrificed your future.

- Uh, 'kay, wait...

I confessed.

Where's the antidote?

- I have no idea what you're talking about.

- The poison.

For Heaven's sake!

- You really think that we would go to all that trouble just for a confession?

We're not monsters.

- Somebody stole my Somebody stole my Somebody stole my gal (cheers and applause) - Who would have thought a place like this...?

- Was in a place like this.

- It's amazing.

Hey!

How did you get the RCMP to move on the Girard case?

It's the talk of the station-- Nathan being charged with money laundering!

(laughing) - Wow!

- What?

- Well, if I knew arrests were coming so soon, ach, I wouldn't have pushed Nathan to revoke his claim.

- Wow.

All's well that ends well, I guess.

- I will cheers to that!

- Free bottle for my friend Lloyd.

- OK. - Well, well, well!

We here in an official capacity tonight?

- No business.

It's all pleasure tonight.

I promise.

- All right.

Well, in that case, uh... drinks on the house.

A little thank-you for, uh, not going to the cops about the whole blackmail thing.

- You sure you can afford that?

- Protection fees are covered for the foreseeable future, thanks to a donation from a friend.

Kelvin's brother.

You have a good night.

- Wow.

Blackmail.

Sounds like you had an eventful last few days.

- Not the kind of eventful that I like.

Maybe we can make up for that later?

- I would have it no other way.

- Hey, you two.

- Hello.

- Buona sera.

- Where's Flo?

She's coming, right?

(piano music) - Woo-hoo!

- Vavoom!

- Run and tell my sister Run and tell my brother Run and tell my daddy But don't tell Mother I'm going to leave here (laughing) And it ain't gonna be long It ain't gonna be long Because the man I love Is always doing me wrong (applause) - Whoo-hoo-hoo!

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