02x07 - 50 Shades of Greyson

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- (LIVELY MUSIC)
- (LOUD CHATTERING)

(LIVELY MUSIC)

Oh, baby, come on!

Don't tease me like this.

Um! The old
feathered fan dance.

A little cliché to me,
but it's certainly

doing the trick for...
some people.

(APPLAUSE)

Those feathers
look awfully heavy.

Why don't you put them down
for a bit?

(CROWD CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

That's for the price
of admission!

(LAUGHING)

Hold these for me, would you?

Why aren't you 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 acts.

I'm a leading lady.

Cici Storm,
The Baroness of Burlesque!

You know, they told me
when I hired you.

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.

(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 kind
of amateur operation

are you running here? Elmer?

Elmer?

Walking out on me?
(SCOFFS)

I swear to...

(SCREAMING)

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.
- Sir?

I wander if you could assist
Miss Storm here

changing into something

a little less bloody.

Of course.

Thank you.

Miss Storm,
I'm Officer Shaw.

I'm going 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 me.

I appreciate it.

You're the first person here
to talk to me

- like a human being.
- I found something, sir!

In the last pocket
of this robe.

Good work, Donahue.

Wait...

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

I've never seen that Kn*fe
before in my life.

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

- Put this in evidence.
- Officer Shaw!

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

Thank you, Officer Shaw.

(MUSICAL THEME)

The strange thing
is that everyone

was alerted to the m*rder
because Cici,

as I understand it,
let out a deafening scream.

It's interesting.

If she were
the actual m*rder*r,

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 m*rder w*apon
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, but...

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?

Well, 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 in his pocket.

I may not be
Greyson's biggest fan

but tampering with evidence
from a m*rder scene?

I thought he was
a straight arrow.

- So did I.
- I found it hard

to believe myself,
but I know what I saw.

See if you can take
another look at that cloth.

Yeah. That I can do.

But 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 going to 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.

What are you in for?

Suit yourself.

I thought you could
use a friend in here.

m*rder.

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
is already made up.

And after all,

who's gonna believe
some burlesque dancer?

Frankie Drake.

Private investigator.

(SIGHS)

Muriel!

- What a lovely surprise.
- Mary!

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

Oh! I got my own desk.

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.

Not that anyone around here
would care about that.

I should go.

Oh! Well...

- Let's find time for a tea soon?
- Oh! I'd like that.

(CICI): 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 to give him
a free show,

You know what I mean.

No kidding.

Then what happened?

I was giving him a 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!

I'm sober!

Yep, the slash across
Elmer Dunning's throat

- definitely k*lled 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 did notice
some mucosal irritation.

- Which means...?
- Diethyl ether,

a common anaesthetic agent.

The sweet pungent odor.

Our victim was etherized.

So our k*ller approaches Elmer
from behind and dr*gs him.

And when he's silent
and subdued,

the k*ller slashes his throat.

And saunters out
without anyone noticing.

Well-planned m*rder...
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'll pass
that message along, sir.

You're excused.

Oh! Excuse me!

(MOTOR ROARING)

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.

How well do you know Cici?

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

is being in 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 can 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.

(CROWD CHEERING)

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.

Okay.

- Any news from Flo?
- There was 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.

_

_

_

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

We're looking into the m*rder
of Elmer Dunning.

- So?
- So we think your boss

sent Lou Hastings to k*ll him.

- Do you know anything about that?
- No.

Did Elmer buy much booze
from Kovac?

The Krazy Kitten's more...

a bring your own booze
kind of club.

So they weren't
doing business together?

_

_

Seems Elmer was sleeping
with Kovac's missus.

Well, that's motive.

Ripley!

(INDISTINCT SPEAKING)

Jack Ross...

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 even further from my grasp
than ever before.

- 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'm 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's
and all the regulars check out.

And the bouncer confirmed no one
entered or exited the club

around the time of the m*rder.
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 k*ll him?

Maybe. But why
would Greyson steal evidence?

Well, ever since
Elmer's m*rder,

Greyson's 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 m*rder?

- I'm not sure.
- 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, okay?

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.

Jack Ross, Jack Ross,
Jack Ross...

Frankie! Trudy!

You're never gonna believe this!

He's stolen
the entire Jack Ross file!

Hello?

If Lou k*lled 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 toward 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.

Did 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.

I 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?

Oh!

Clearly Greyson doesn't
entertain much.

Oh!

Handkerchief...

Oh! Hello, Jack Ross.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

The lens cap!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(TENSED SIGH)

(RELIEVED SIGH)

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 PIs do.

- Is that not what we do?
- Breaking into

a police detective's
apartment? No!

Although I am very impressed
that you were able

- to pick the lock.
- Frankie!

However, in the future,
leave us a note.

Right. Yeah, absolutely.

Won't happen again, boss.

But since the deed is done...
What did you find out?

Well, I only very briefly
scanned the files,

but it seems that Jack Ross
was an opium dealer

who was m*rder*d.
All the details

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

The only thing missing
was the autopsy report.

Is 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 etherized
and with a handkerchief too!

Before he was stabbed.

Also, we need
to thank Flo more often.

What did you find?

Greyson was the lead detective
on the case.

And according to this,
the m*rder w*apon,

an ivory-handled Kn*fe,
was found at the m*rder scene

and then later stolen
from police lock-up.

So, two cases
both involving a stabbing

ether and missing evidence.

Seems whoever k*lled Elmer

k*lled Ross as well.

So Greyson took that evidence
because he knew

the two cases
were connected.

And he didn't want
either solved.

- Is he trying to rail road Cici?
- It seems that way.

The question is why?

Is he working
for someone?

(GREYSON): Drake!

Shhh!

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
it's a spy issue lens cap.

And what does that
have to do with me?

Oh, it's interesting
you ask that question.

Because I've 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.
(LAUGHING)

That is a crazy coincidence.

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 k*ller, but to rail road
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?
- Shhh!

Three months ago
I was the lead detective

on a m*rder case.

An opium dealer
named Jack Ross.

- I know about the story.
- Kovac and Ross

were sworn enemies.
Before I could prove anything,

key evidence
just went missing.

- The m*rder w*apon.
- 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

are on the take.

They're...

being paid by Kovac's g*ng.

Question is who.

This is ridiculous.

- I'm going in there.
- What? No! Trudy!

Miss Clarke.

I didn't realize
that you were here.

Please.
Don't let me interrupt.

Do you want to get
your client off

or are we working
at cross purposes here?

Fine.

It might help to know
everything what 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.

That embroidery
looks really familiar.

I think I've seen
that design before.

Mind if I hold onto it?

Is there a problem, Greyson?

You want to find
your dirty cop

or are we at cross purposes?

Fine.

Great.

So, how was Kovac
behind all of this

when he was in prison
for the past six months?

He's got Lou Hastings
doing his bidding.

Lou was there
the night of the m*rder.

Yeah, except Lou
didn't k*ll Elmer.

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

And I'll look
into this handkerchief.

Perfect. Let's go.

- Where are we going?
- Where do you think?

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?

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 even 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 k*lled?

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.

- 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

- a the time of the m*rder.
- 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
k*lling for him.

Call just came in,
Detective!

Constable Donahue, what is it?

You're needed
at Jarvis Street.

That's Kovac's place.

That's Nelson Kovac alright.

How the hell
did he get out of jail?

He wasn't scheduled
to be released

- for another 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 m*rder w*apon.

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 k*ller
was waiting for him...

Hmm-mm. This might
have something to do

with whatever put him
behind bars.

So 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 you'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 the 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.

- (LAUGHING)
- 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 know...

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 m*rder.

Seems he was moving
a shipment of booze

when a rival mob showed up.
One of them got k*lled,

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 m*rder.

Yes. We got six months
for possession

of illegal liquor.
A slap on the wrist.

If the dirty cop
wasn't k*lling for Kovac,

maybe he was working
for someone else.

Bessie Starkman?

- Better let me handle this.
- Be careful.

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

I'll decide
who I rub and how.

Okay, 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 k*lled him.

I always tell my boys
not to play with matches.

Fingers get b*rned.

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.

(CLACKS FINGERS)

And you believe her?

She had motive to get rid
of her rival bootlegger.

Maybe even Ross.

But why would she k*ll Elmer?

That's a good question.

Though I have
a little trouble believing

she has a cop
on her payroll.

(INDISTINCT SPEAKING)

Darn it!
Greyson is in there.

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

Let Frankie know
I helped, okay?

Sure.

- I figured out the handkerchief.
- Really?

It was sewn
by a volunteer at my church,

Alice Lehman.

She made a bunch
for events and fundraisers,

until about six months ago.

What happened then?

- She was k*lled.
- Six months ago...

Who was the bystander k*lled
in Kovac's crossfire?

One guess...

Alice Lehman.

The handkerchief
wasn't left by accident.

It was a signature.

This is a revenge k*lling.

- Yeah.
- But why leave a handkerchief

at the other two murders?

- What's the connection?
- Okay, look at this.

Donahue was first on the case
when Alice Lehman was k*lled.

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

He was also the cop

who pulled the Kn*fe
out of Cici's robe.

Let me guess.

Breaking and entering
is a crime.

You read my mind.

I can't do this
without a warrant.

I can.

(SNORTS)
Hmmmm.

What's the matter, Drake?

I would have thought
picking locks

- was one of your specialties.
- One of many.

Look at that.
They left the door open.

- Real cute.
- You coming?

I have a feeling
you're going to be

a bad influence on me.

I'm gonna look in here.

Okay.

(SPRINGS SQUEAK)

I found something.

Ivory handle.

Donahue!

Nice hook.

It does the trick.

Why don't you tell us,
constable,

what's the Kn*fe
that k*lled Jack Ross

doing under your bed?
Um? Tell me.

There's even
a little blood on it.

Sloppy for a cop.

Seems to me
that you k*lled Jack Ross

and used the same Kn*fe
to k*ll 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, dr*gs and corruption.

That's why you k*lled 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's 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.

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.

(SIGHS)

I just... I can't
shake the feeling

- that we missed something.
- But Constable Donahue

- confessed to all three murders.
- I know. But...

It's the ivory-handled Kn*fe.

Donahue used that
to k*ll Ross,

and then he stole it
out of evidence

- and used it to k*ll Kovac.
- Yet he used another Kn*fe

- to k*ll Elmer.
- Exactly.

Oh, I see what you mean.

It's worth another look.

- Chat with Flo?
- It'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.

So Donahue was here...

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Officer Woods.

[Oh! 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?

[Well, there's 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 going to make
a great cop one day, Mary.

I just know it.

Oh!

Three victims,
stabbed and etherized.

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...

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 k*lled Elmer Dunning.

(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 v*olence.

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 realized

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.

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!
(GRUNTING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

Mary! You're okay?

Yeah. I... I think so.

(COUGHING)

Thank goodness you gals
got here in time.

Thank goodness
you left us a note.

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 you?

I don't know
what I would've done

without the two of you.

You know, Drake...

You might just have a future

in this whole PI thing.

Thanks. You're not...

a half bad detective yourself.

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

- 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.
- Hmmm.

Doesn't mean
I'm in your pocket.

A girl has to have
her independence.

I 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, it 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 the matching hats.

The what?

I'll tell you about it
some other time.