04x03 - The Girls Can't Help It

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(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

There you are! Shall we?

- Yes.
- (WOMAN LAUGHING)

- (WOMAN LAUGHING)
- Just dreadful!

Oh, uh...

- Sorry.
- (UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Hello! Is this the Garrick residence?

- It is.
- I've been invited to a party.

Miss Vivienne! Lovely to see you again.

Roth. Bertie isn't expecting me.

No matter. Do come in.

- And your name is?
- Mary!

- Oh, Jackie!
- Oh, I'm so happy you came!

This is my oldest chum, Roth.

- Oh, come in and meet everyone!
- Thank you.

Oh, very good then.

♪

(CAR HONKING)

(WITH ITALIAN ACCENT): Hey,
baby, looking for a good time?

Haha! What do you have in mind?

That depends. What time
do you want to be back?

I have all night.

♪

(SEAGULL SQUAWKING)

(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

Morning, Frankie.

- (FRANKIE SIGHING)
- Fun night?

Alessandro gave me a recipe
for a new hangover cure.

Oh... Looks like you need it.

(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

Oh, hi.

Hello.

Chep Webley. Webley Insurance.

"When life goes wrong,
we make it right."

We are not in the market
for any insurance, Mr. Webley.

- This isn't a sales call.
- In that case, Trudy Clarke.

- How can I help you?
- I have a problem.

My in-house investigator
recently up and d*ed.

I'm so sorry.

You need us to look into
the circumstances of his death?

Oh, goodness, no. He drowned
on holiday with his family.

- How awful!
- Well, fortunately for him,

he was well compensated
while he was alive,

and he had a very handsome
life-insurance policy,

courtesy of Webley Insurance,
for afterwards.

- Well, that's a blessing.
- For them!

But now I have to hire
a replacement investigator.

And in the meantime, I have
a new claim that I don't like,

- not one bit.
- (TRUDY): Well, we can

certainly help you. Why don't
you tell me all about it.

(WEBLEY): Perhaps I should
speak with Mr. Drake

- directly.
- Do we have any whisky?

And that is?

Frankie Drake! She's
the best detective in town.

Well, I'm afraid I need
a... professional.

Mr. Webley, we'll take your case

on one condition. We'll solve it

to your satisfaction, and when we do,

you contract us for
all your investigative needs.

Miss Clarke, this is not a game.

Oh, I know. You give us
the case, we'll solve it.

Very well.

Now, this doesn't look like much,

but this bottle of wine,

- it's worth $ , .
- Oh, that's

- amazing.
- Yes.

Well, yesterday, it was stolen
from the Garrick

family wine cellar.

And if the Webley Insurance
company is to avoid

paying a hefty claim,
well, this bottle must

- be found.
- There was a party

at the Garrick house yesterday.

My guess is one of the guests
took the wine.

Lucky for you, we have
an operative on the inside.

(TRUDY): Mary.

We get you the wine,
and you contract this firm

for all of Webley Insurance's
investigations.

Deal?

I'll expect a call.

(THEME MUSIC)

(WOMAN SCAT SINGING)

Can you believe it?

All the most fabulous people
in the city.

To be honest, I didn't even
think they'd let me in.

Why did they?

Have you heard about
these three flapper girls

who have taken high society
by storm this season?

Sure, they're in all the
society papers. Very voguish.

The Star calls them the Daybreak Girls.

- 'Cause they party until dawn.
- (FRANKIE): Who doesn't?

Well, people have to be
at work in the morning.

One of them just became
a model for Eaton's Cosmetics.

And without any modelling experience.

Just because she was
seen in these society pages.

- That's Lena.
- How did you get in

with these girls, Mary?

So, my old friend Jackie

is one of the Daybreak Girls!

She's thick as thieves with Lena

- and Katrina.
- That's not

- usually your kind of scene.
- Well, no,

not at all, but it's been ages

since Jackie's called me,
and I didn't want to reject

- her invitation.
- I hope you made the most

- of it while you were there.
- You're darn tootin' I did!

I had three glasses
of champagne, the real stuff.

- (WOMAN CHUCKLING)
- Now, this was meant to be

a salon, so I was doing my best

to keep up with the conversation.

There were so many interesting
people there to talk to.

It was... it was difficult to
decide who to speak with next.

It reminds me of a frock
which was featured

at the Marthe Callot opening in Paris.

Come to my apartment tomorrow,
you can read it for yourself.

Less kind. More of an imposition really.

You wound me.

Oh! Ah! I'm so... I beg your pardon.

- (FLO LAUGHING)
- Well, were you there

- when the wine was stolen?
- Yes. Yes, I was.

- (MAN): Help!
- I had a front-row seat.

Search the house!
The Lafitte has been stolen!

(MARY): Bertie Garrick was
beside himself.

But it turns out the Lafitte
is the prize centrepiece

of Bertie's father's collection.

I'm guessing
Mr. Garrick wasn't very pleased.

Well, no. They're travelling of course.

So now, Bertie's terrified
they're gonna come home,

blame him, cut off his entire allowance.

Fate worse than death.

Did you see any likely suspects?

- No.
- Three glasses of champagne

might have had something
to do with that.

Maybe we should go to
the house and try to figure out

- how they did it.
- Stealing a bottle of wine

that expensive is only the first part.

The second is figuring out
how to sell it, and that can

be trickier. There can't be
many black-market wine sellers

out there with clients
able to afford the Lafitte.

Flo, what about that liquor
fence that you dated last year?

Hmm! We parted on good terms.

You really finessed
Mr. Webley this morning.

"Chep Webley, Webley Insurance.

When things go wrong, we make it right."

I'm really looking forward
to turning down that contract

- when we get it.
- But wait a minute, Frankie.

- Could be some steady income.
- Steady sounds boring.

And besides, we do OK.

Steady income means you could take

more cases that interest you,
even if they don't pay.

Well, now you're finessing me.

- (TRUDY CHUCKLING)
- ♪

Chep Webley sent you, you say?

I must admit I'm surprised.

Well, apparently,
your butler, Mr. ummm...

- Roth.
- Right.

Apparently, Mr. Roth wired your father

and he filed a claim immediately.

Uh, my father knows, does he?

Mr. Roth didn't mention
that he was in touch

- with your father?
- No, well... Well, I think

he's a smidge upset with me just now.

Why don't you show us
to your wine cellar.

Roth has the only key.

(TRUDY): Is it true you're
the only one that has a key

- to the wine cellar, Mr. Roth?
- Yes.

I feel I must assure you

I have been in the Garricks' employ

since before Master Bertram was born.

The Garricks trust me implicitly.

Still, a very valuable bottle.

Money can't buy back
integrity once lost.

Is it possible someone took
the key without you knowing?

When not in my possession,

the keys are locked in the safe

to which only
the senior Mr. Garrick and I

know the combination.

Every night without fail.

So you didn't let
anyone other than Bertie in

- to the cellar yesterday?
- Correct.

So, how did the thief get down here?

That I can't answer.

That will be all, Roth.

You're sure that the wine
was here before the party?

Yes. Absolutely positive. I came down

to fetch a case of champagne
before the first guests arrived.

The Lafitte was in its place here.

Oh, please, don't disturb the scene.

What time did you notice
that it was missing?

Right about exactly.

More or less. I came down
to replenish the champagne.

It was quite a good little party
before all this.

The Daybreak Girls were here, you know.

- And the cellar was locked?
- It always is. Roth...

let me in to fetch the champagne

and locked up after me.
He's... particular about that.

The dust on the rest
of the bottles is undisturbed.

Oh. Well, how mortifying.

Yes, I see. I... I will have Roth

- down to clean.
- No. I think that she's saying

the thief didn't touch
any of the other bottles.

Whoever took the bottle
knew exactly where the wine was.

Did any of the guests
know about the Lafitte?

Uh, no, no.

Well, Digby knew.

Father showed him when
he first acquired the bottle,

but I myself never said a word.

Father strictly advised me
not to discuss it.

Looking back, I suppose to avoid
just this eventuality.

We're gonna need
a list of all the guests

that were at the party last night.

Well, it would have been
easy enough to hide

a bottle of wine
under a coat and walk out.

- And none the wiser.
- You go find Digby;

- I'm gonna talk to Flo's fence.
- OK.

I was happy to hear from you, Flo.

Only fond memories of our time together.

Oh, my memories are fond too, Mickey,

but my call was purely business. Ah!

- Mickey, this is Frankie Drake.
- Nice to meet you.

- Likewise.
- We sure could help your help

- on this one.
- As much as I'd like to help

Flo and any friend of hers,

if I get a sh*t at a genuine Lafitte,

oooh-wheee!

Gotta be honest, my cut
would be too good to pass up.

So what if we can get the
insurance company to pay your cut?

- That sounds fair.
- OK. So you'll let us know

if anyone comes asking about the wine.

Of course. Yes, ma'am.

Well, you are as good of a guy
as Flo told me.

I never lie about men. Or taxes. Haha!

One last thing, I wouldn't
mind shaking some trees,

so if any of your customers
haven't heard

of the Lafitte, maybe you want
to mention that it's

- on the market.
- And see who gets excited?

You got it.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- You too.

Aw, Mickey.

Ah, Flo,

it was reward enough
just seeing your face.

But if you don't want it.

(TRAMWAY BELL RINGING)

- You didn't see anything?
- The champagne was flowing.

A particularly pleasant vintage.

So by mid-evening,
the world of the party

began to spin around me
as though I were the sun.

That's quite good, isn't it?

- You felt drunk?
- Well, yes,

but this is so much more evocative.

"The world of the party."

Are you telling me
you left early, Mr. Digby?

- As though I were the sun.
- Look, you're the only guest

that knew that the Lafitte
was in the cellar.

Well, now, hold on.
I was passed out in the tub

from o'clock onwards.
Any witnesses who used

the facilities can attest to the fact.

Well, you could have still
slid down to the cellar.

In my condition?

Besides, I wasn't the only one
who knew. There's Vivienne.

- Who?
- Well, she and Bertie

were affianced for years.

She was as close
with the Garrick family as I,

and Mr. Garrick loves
to talk about the Lafitte.

Do you think she's capable
of stealing the wine?

Well, she's putting up a brave front,

but she's quite put out
that Bertie ended things.

And what about those flapper girls?

The Daybreak Girls knew
about the wine too?

What, Bertie didn't tell you?

He showed it off to them himself.

Thanks.

- None of this.
- Two coffees only.

Merci.

I didn't realize you were
in the wine cellar

- yourself, Jackie.
- Oh, yes.

About an hour after you arrived.

Oh.

You know, that stocks-and-bonds fellow

was talking your ear off;
are you sure he wasn't

- flirting?
- Jackie! No!

He was trying to get me to invest.

As if I have a spare thousand dollars

- just lying about. Ugh!
- (JACKIE LAUGHING)

You know... I know

this crowd is different
from our school chums,

but I have missed you, Mary.
Quite a lot.

I've missed you too.

I really like Lena and Kat too.

You know, for once in my life,
I feel like I'm

finally having fun

and worrying about no one but myself.

Well, after all the work
you did to support the family

after your father d*ed,

I think you deserve this.

Ah, if the girls would just
accept you into the group,

I know that we could see
a lot more of each other.

They're both so sophisticated.

They're charming girls, I swear it,

but very selective.

- I see.
- And you saw the wine?

Yes. Bertie showed us the Lafitte.

(EUROPEAN ACCENT): My family
has three bottles at the chalet.

We had to pretend

- to be impressed.
- It was boring.

Like this.

Aren't you the new face
for Eaton's Cosmetics?

Exactly. So as you can see,

none of us have to steal a thing

to get ahead. All we need
are good looks and charm...

...which we have in spades.

What about Bertie's ex, Vivienne?

How would we know? She's
certainly not one of us. Ta-ta.

Hmm... Ta-ta.

Jackie.

- They should serve cakes.
- It's quaint, though.

- I'll go look for Vivienne.
- OK.

I'll go see a guy about
an overpriced bottle of wine.

Bertie Garrick broke it off with
you, and you showed up at his party.

I wanted everybody to know
I don't give a toss.

Maybe you want to see
if there is another woman?

Within a week? No woman in the city

would dare cross me like that.

Listen, no one will hold it against you

if you're just trying
to pull off a prank.

Is Bertie sweating it?
Ah, I did hope he would.

What? You have it?

Promise me he suffers
before you give it back.

I found it on the walk outside.

Looks like a spare key

to the wine cellar to me.
I assume Bertie lost it.

Bertie said he didn't have a key.

He would say that.
Roth would be furious

- if he knew.
- How do I know you didn't use

- this key to steal the wine?
- (VIVIENNE SCOFFING)

Because that would be ridiculous.

Besides, I was home in my bed by .

Our maid servants will tell you.

It's a distinctive key,
Mr. Bird; remember cutting it?

Yes. Four-sided.

Not common.

You remember anything about
that customer who had this made?

Sure do. Placed the order
then stayed an extra minutes

to disparage the ending
of the book I was reading.

Considered himself
something of a writer.

Tall, fluffy blond hair?

That's him. That's the man
who spoiled my book.

Thank you.

A month ago, you made a duplicate key

- of the Garrick wine cellar.
- You waited for a party

at Bertie's, so there'd be other
suspects and then you made your move.

Asking me in here just to accuse me,

quite frankly, it hurts my feelings.

You want to tell us
where you stashed the Lafitte

- or do you want to go to the police?
- Now, now,

let's not get ahead of the plot here.

I have a taste for fine wine.

Occasionally, I help myself to
something in the Garrick's cellar,

- but never the Lafitte.
- (TRUDY): Someone used the key

- to take the Lafitte.
- Well, it wasn't me.

I lost the key the night of the party.

Anyone could have taken it
out of my jacket pocket

while I was sleeping in the tub.

So who do you think it was?

I have a theory.

- I don't want to.
- Mary...

Frankie, those girls
have been very nice to me,

and now you want me to spy on them?

They might be nice, but
they might also be criminals.

I would really like

these girls to like me,

which is really a long sh*t.

And if they catch me spying on them...

You have nothing to worry
about, Mary. Just be yourself.

The trick is to not care
one bit whether or not

- they like you.
- Well, I can't do

both of those things, can I?

I can't be myself and not care
what anyone thinks.

- That doesn't make any sense.
- Girls, I have news.

- Do tell.
- There's an underground auction

of rare liquor.
Mickey says that's the place

- where the thief will get the best price.
- But where's the auction?

Mickey knows a guy who knows a guy.

- Well, let's go!
- It's very exclusive.

It's almost impossible
to get an invitation.

It's run by a guy named Rhodes.

- Leo Rhodes?
- Mhm.

Well, we don't want
to steal wine from him;

we'll end up in the harbour or worse.

Looks like we gotta find
that wine before the auction.

Seems like we're on a deadline.

This is the place.
The deliveries are just a front.

Ask for the owner and say you're
interested in the auction.

How do I know about this auction?

You're European, you know everything.

Hahaha!

I'm very pleased that you called me.

I expect helping you
with one of your cases

will allow me to see the real Frankie.

We've known each other for months.

Si, va bene, but you don't
like to reveal yourself.

Here, I can see what you are
most passionate about.

Then I better understand you.

♪

(INAUDIBLE SPEAKING)

- Hey!
- Hey.

- I think I got something.
- Hmm, do tell.

Well, I was able to track down
one of Bertie Garrick's guests.

Apparently, this isn't the first
theft that's happened at a party

- in one of their social circles.
- It's interesting.

(TRUDY): Nothing as
valuable as a Lafitte.

A wallet here or a broach there.

A man's gold cufflink was taken from
a party at his flat a couple weeks ago.

- Any idea who took it?
- No.

But those Daybreak Girls were there.

Smith know anything about the Lafitte?

He was surprised, intrigued and so happy

for the information that
he promised to give me a call

as soon as he heard anything at all.

- (FRANKIE CHUCKLING)
- Nice work.

So then he offered to teach me
how to build a radio myself,

and now he comes over twice a week,

- and I bake him cookies.
- Is he your boyfriend?

No. He's my neighbour. He's .

Oh, this is misfortunate.

But just imagine
all of the things that he's

seen in his life. For example, he was

in Michigan for Herring's
first biplane flight.

I cannot bear old people
myself. Kat, would you

pass me that Vogue?

Hello, ladies!

- What's on the go today?
- Tara, you found us.

Mind if I get some snaps?

Do give it a rest, Tara.

Wherever did you get
that suit? Woolworths?

Have you anything better to do today

than follow us around
like a little lost duckling?

All right then.

- Maybe next time.
- Mhm.

Well, hang on. You can't speak
to her like that.

She's just doing her job,

which I suppose you don't understand

because you've never done
a lick of work in your life.

But let's be honest. You need her

just as much as she needs you.

- I beg your pardon?
- Tara Tweet

puts you in the society pages every day.

And only your good angles, I might add,

- which is quite generous of her.
- This is true.

It's because of her attention that
you got you your precious modelling job,

so I should think you ought
to be thanking her.

Not many people have the guts
to speak to me that way.

- Well, you deserved it.
- Hm.

Tara, bring your camera.
Mary, come sit next to me.

- (CAMERA CLICK)
- (DRUMMING)

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

- (CAMERA CLICK)
- ♪

(CAMERA CLICKING)

I don't think Mary's gonna
like the fact that

- her new friends are thieves.
- We don't know that for sure.

Well, stands to reason.
She's sensible, though;

I'm sure she'll understand.

- (LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)
- (PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Sensible? Are you sure?

Oh!

- Mary!
- (BOTH LAUGHING)

I gotta say, Mary, this is a very
interesting version of being yourself.

Well, I suppose there are
more sides to me than you know.

Those girls tell you about the
things they stole from the parties

- they go to?
- No.

If they had, I would have told you.

Really think you're wrong about
them. They're just having fun.

Mary.

People like to dish on them
because they're popular,

but they're not as bad as they seem.

Besides, they're rich,
they don't need to steal.

- So they keep telling us.
- My bracelet!

- Has anyone seen my bracelet?
- What does it look like?

Diamond and gold filigree.
It's my favourite one!

- Well, where'd you see it last?
- I was

over by the bar minutes ago.

Then this one came over
to order a drink.

Or so she said.

That is a ridiculous accusation.

Jacquie would never steal anything.

- It's all right, Mary.
- No! Of course it's not. Look!

Ah!

(JACQUIE): I swear
I didn't take that bracelet.

I didn't even notice the damn thing.

That's right! Jacquie's never
given a toss for fancy jewelry.

Have you, Jacquie?

It's all right, Mary.
This isn't your fault.

I promise you it wasn't me.

- How did that get in your bag?
- I don't know. I-I suppose

I put it down on the counter when I went

to the ladies' room, but...

you say you think one of our
group has been stealing jewelry

from parties for weeks?

Tell us what you know
about Kat and Lena.

Not that much, really.

I've only been cavorting
with them for a short while.

Don't worry. I'll find out.

- (SIGHING)
- ♪

- (BELL RINGING)
- (LENA): Look who's here.

Ah! Shitzie!

So, if you can believe it,
those two detectives

actually think
Jacquie stole the bracelet.

And now Vivienne is threatening

to go to the police and press charges.

Did you gals see anything last night?

No. Not really.

And who cares?
She was caught red-handed.

I feel used.

What do you mean?

We thought Jacquie was a true friend.

Instead, it appears she was using us

to get into rich people's homes.

No, no. Jacquie would never do
such a thing.

We like you, Mary,

but we can't continue
to associate with someone

who's conducted themselves this way.

I'm just... so hurt.

I guess I was wrong about her.

I hope that you won't hold
what she did against me.

- Of course not.
- Good.

It's clear you are
a person of principle.

As long as you're willing
to have nothing more to do

with Jacquie. Can you do that, Mary?

Well, she did do
just such terrible things.

- Hmm, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

I have to think of my responsibility

as a spokesperson

and a role model for other women.

Of course you do.
I completely understand.

Let's catch those snakes!

What do you mean?
Didn't you get any information?

No. But they did say that I could remain

a Daybreak Girl provided I dump you!

- Oh! That's lovely.
- Jacquie,

if you took that bracelet,
you know I would understand.

I didn't! On my father's grave. No!

What about the wine?

I, uh, I wouldn't even know
how to sell it.

- You have to believe me.
- It had to be one of those two.

- Do you know where they live?
- Yes. In a hotel,

- if you can believe it!
- Can you get them out?

Yes. I can get them out.

- (WOMEN LAUGHING)
- ♪

It's gonna be hard
to tell the difference

between stolen jewelry
and what's really theirs.

Look for a man's
gold cufflinks and a wallet.

What are these?

What's Bertie Garrick doing
writing to Lena?

They were an item?

I'm sure we would have heard of that.

Tara Tweet would have printed that

faster than you can say scuttlebutt.

Bertie certainly had the hots for Lena.

What?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

"Just say the word and I will drop her

like a hot potato."
I think we know why Bertie

- left Vivienne.
- I don't know why Vivienne

- would want to hurt him.
- (FRANKIE): I gotta say

the man does know how to write
a passionate letter.

Look at these.
"Zimmerman's Pawn Shop"?

Any receipts for wine?

No. But a lot for jewelry.

Ha! Look at this.

- Who's that?
- Check out the back.

Oh.

(WITH AN EUROPEAN ACCENT):
Who are these peasants?

I think you know exactly who they are.

"Katherine with Mom and Poppa,"

house on Crooks Street, Hamilton, ."

Katrina, the European heiress, is

actually Kathy from Hamilton.

(SCOFFING) That is a lie. Preposterous!

The pawn shop owner recognized
you from a photograph.

He said that you've been going
there for the past three months.

Must be tough to be a
Daybreak Girl without any cash.

But once you get in,
just imagine all the places

- you could steal from.
- Please. That is obviously...

Did you steal the bracelet
from Vivienne and frame Jacquie?

- No.
- What about the wine?

$ , would be enough to keep
you a Daybreak Girl forever.

(WITH NO ACCENT):
I didn't take the bejeezus wine!

Ah-ha-ha! There's Kathy!

What about the frame job?

- (SIGHING)
- Why?

You two were asking questions,

looking for a thief.
I had to give you one.

So you would sacrifice
your friendship with Jacquie?

To be a Daybreak Girl!
To be in the newspapers,

to be famous,

to finally matter? Of course I would.

- I understand it.
- You do?

You don't know what it's like.
When you're a Daybreak Girl,

you walk into a room
and all eyes are on you.

Handsome young gentlemen.

People hanging on your every word.

And they didn't earn a stitch of it.

Well, I don't think that matters.

(FRANKIE): What did you
find out about Lena and Bertie?

Oh, she was only too happy to admit it.

She encouraged him to leave Vivienne,

but then backed right off when
she found out Bertie's parents

controlled the purse strings.

Think she's capable
of stealing the wine?

She might. But unlike Kat,
Lena doesn't really have

any motive, unless she did it

- purely out of spite. And...
- (DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

Mr. Webley!

I've been waiting for a report,

but it seems instead you've just
been sitting about gossiping.

We're working on the case.

Really?

Well, looks to me like I've just
walked into a hen party.

- OK, you know what...?
- Mr. Webley, you'll have

our full report
at the resolution of this case.

You told me that
if you didn't find the Lafitte

before the auction, all would be lost.

The auction is tonight.

Why aren't you doing something?

You want me to do something?
I'll do something. I'm quitting.

Oh! I knew I should have
hired professionals.

Mr. Webley, just as you say,
the hours are crucial

and we are aware of it.
Give us to tonight.

We'll solve the case.

Well, I've got no one else to go to now,

do I?

- What was that?
- "Hen party?" He's an ass.

That may be true,
but he's still our client.

You want us to turn down
every lucrative contract

and steady work because
the client's a little difficult?

I didn't open up my own
company to be told what to do.

Oh, good for you!

But not everyone can just toss
their hair and skate on through.

Look...

Nothing's ever been handed
down to me and my family,

ever in my life. Anything I want,

- I work for it!
- I know that, Trudy. I do.

Look, Frankie,
you have the privilege to turn

your nose up at boring
insurance contracts. I don't!

- I know.
- I'm getting some air.

Frankie, I'm sure
you two will work it out.

Um... actually,

I'm really sorry, but I have to go.

Oh.

There's just, um, there's just
somewhere I have to be.

Sorry.

(SIGHING)

- ♪
- (TRAMWAY BELL RINGING)

(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

You're back.

Yes. Still a case to solve.

Frankie, this is your agency...

I totally get that... and you could do

whatever you want,

but I need you to understand
that there's things

that I want, things that I need.

I know.

He's your client.
I never should have fired him.

Mr. Webley is a pain,
I completely understand,

but he could be a steady client

for years and I need that.

- ♪
- OK.

OK.

So, I spoke to Flo

and she was able to get us
the auction password.

"Us"?

OK, well, not "us," exactly.

- (MAN AND WOMAN LAUGHING)
- (WOMAN): Sh, sh, sh, sh!

- I borrowed your boyfriend.
- Oh!

(TRUDY): Meet Alessandro Contento

and Aline Aymard.

I love it. So, what's the plan?

I am, as you know,
a wealthy race car driver

with a taste for fine wine.

Aline here is my personal sommelier.

(WITH FRENCH ACCENT):
Wine is in my blood,

like it was in my mother's
and her mother's before that.

- Hm!
- Ooh!

(FLO AND FRANKIE LAUGHING)

So, Mickey Pete told us that

a Mr. Izakow will be at
the auction. Now, Mr. Izakow has

some deep pockets. He's a diplomat.

If he gets his hands on
the wine, we can't touch him.

- So how do we stop him?
- Ah, see,

- that's where we come in.
- Mickey Pete

says Izakow has no real taste for wine,

buys according to prestige.

Hey, he doesn't know
Shiraz from Chardonnay.

He will buy whatever he is told
is most expensive.

Right. OK, OK.

So, the flashy race car driver
and his personal

sommelier convince Izakow
that the real steal

of the auction is anything other
than the Lafitte.

Lafitte is for peasants!
I wouldn't give to my dog!

(LAUGHING)

You could be
a little more subtle, right?

Do you think Leo's gonna
let us disrupt his auction?

We won't disrupt anything.
Leo can still have his auction,

as long as we make sure the
Lafitte doesn't get to the wrong hands.

How do we get it out of
whoever's hands it ends up in?

Well, we have a conversation
with that person,

let them know about
the possession of stolen goods,

- and I'm sure he will change his mind.
- OK.

- Smart thinking all around.
- It was all Trudy's idea.

Well, see? Insurance doesn't
have to be so boring.

(CHUCKLING)

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- (WOMAN): That's it? That's all we gotta do?

- Jelly roll.
- Go ahead.

Hohoho! You two.

- What do you want?
- We're Mr. Contento's security.

Oh! We got all kinds of security

around here.

But I guess you broads could use
the dough, so come on in.

Race car drivers pay real well.

Now, listen: you cause any trouble...

- We saw the g*n.
- Yeah, well, they're not just for seeing.

That guy'll take you out in
the woods and sh**t ya happily.

And here we are!
Ladies, enjoy your evening!

It's really something, eh, Drake?

What's that?

All these snobs thinking
this grape juice is worth money.

I mean, give me a sh*t
of bourbon any time.

- Or gin.
- Yeah, or gin.

All right. Remember, behave yourselves.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Ah! And this is my personal sommelier,

- Aline Aymard.
- Enchantée.

Dimitri Izakow.

I've heard of you. You are known
to be a man of discerning taste.

Why, thank you.
This wine is but a hobby.

And you are interested
in the D'Yquem, I imagine?

Of course.

Oh, it is the steal of the evening.

You should know, Mr. Izakow,

I'm not just a worthy competitor
on the racetrack, huh?

Keeping out of trouble, Miss Drake?

- Only for you, Leo.
- Hm.

Do these sellers show up
to these things?

Ah, most of the vendors prefer
to remain discreet.

- Hm... I wonder why that is.
- Do you, Miss Drake?

Ah, let me see.

I think it's because probably
some of the wine they buy

comes from mysterious sources.

Auction's in .

♪

Lena!

She helped her friend spy on us.

- To help me.
- She can't be trusted.

Jacquie?

I'm sorry, Mary.

♪

! Very nice

from the lady in black.
Would anyone else like

to go to
for this spectacular Bordeaux?

is a steal, no?

I warned you to be patient.
The real prize is coming.

- Sold!
- I'm feeling lucky.

Possibly I will bid
on the Lafitte after all.

If you did not want my advice,
why did you have me travel

from New York all in a rush?

The Lafitte is up last.
Obviously, it is the best.

I wouldn't touch that, Mr. Contento.

- Why?
- I hear the Lafitte on sale

- is a fraud.
- A fraud?!

Ooh, a counterfeit. It's possible.

I were you, I'd stay away.

Brilliant, Frankie.

We may not have to worry
about the buyer after all.

Did you hear about the Lafitte?

And now we have the d'Yquem.

This is an exceptional bottle.

Bidding will start at $ .

.

.

- What are you doing?
- The gentleman raises to .

Do you want him to buy the Lafitte?

- No.
- Then we drain him.

Do I hear ?

!

(AUCTIONEER): .

(FLO): .

(AUCTIONEER): .

- , !
- (PEOPLE GASPING)

, !

Aha! Passionate interest in the D'Yquem.

Bidding is now at , .

! Jiminy, you better be able

to cover this.
I'm still a medical student.

We have ! Do we have ?

- Congratulations, sir.
- (AUCTIONEER): Sold!

The D'Yquem

to this fine gentleman
in the chair on wheels.

(MAN LAUGHING)

Beautiful! Beautiful! OK, folks,

we're gonna take
a little five-minute break now

before the star of the evening:
the Lafitte! Hahaha!

- Hahaha!
- (LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

Time to start spreading some lies.

Cheers!

To bathe in her reflected light

was to feel the warmth of the sun.

To feel her scorn was to live

in a cold, dark void.

Well, I don't know if I'd go that far.

Neither would I. So how about two girls

who have earned their place
have a drink?

Sure. I'd like that.

I know a joint.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Frankie, look who just showed up.

(FRANKIE): Vivienne, the ex-fiancée.

Leo said the sellers
don't usually show up.

Ladies and Gentlemen!

I give you the Lafitte!

Hahahaha!

Bidding will start at $ .

(WOMAN): ? Ha!

That's a laugh.

(MAN): It's a fraud. It's
obvious. Not even a good fake.

- It's working.
- This is

the Lafitte.

A bottle recently sold
in New York for $ , .

(MAN): It's not a Lafitte,
it's a "LaFake."

- (AUCTIONEER): Do I hear ?
- Interested?

(AUCTIONEER):
This is a historic vintage,

- ladies and gentlemen.
- I am not a fool.

$ !

.

You people realize

uh, how much this bottle is

- actually worth, right?
- !

Yeah, you're bidding
against yourself, lady.

- It's worth much more.
- OK. Anyone else?

OK, well,

I guess it belongs to you, sister.

- Hahaha!
- (AUCTIONEER): Sold!

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- OK. Let's go.

Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Not here, ladies.

Let's go call Roth.

I'm sorry. I don't understand
what happened.

- Thanks for coming.
- Roth suggested that we have

- no choice.
- Wish you'd leave us alone.

We will once we get the wine.

Sure. Take it.

- Why not?
- (FRANKIE): What happened?

- I took it.
- Well, that's obvious.

Vivienne had nothing to do
with it. I only went to her

for help afterwards,
when my plan went to pot.

- Why'd you do it?
- I didn't want

to be beholden to my father anymore.

A real man makes his own way.

Bertie wants to open a phonograph store.

So you were going to use the
money from the auction to get started?

Father wouldn't have been
hurt; his insurance would have paid.

Now we are even further in debt.

I thought you two weren't a couple?

I was a fool. It was my fault.
But I love her.

And I him. But now we've lost

thousands of Daddy's money.

(BERTIE): No one was supposed
to get hurt.

Except the insurance company.

Well, they have
loads of money, don't they?

Even more now that they don't
have to pay the claim.

Take it.

Do it again, we won't be quite
so understanding.

Mary, is that you?

I can't lie. It is.

At least some version of me.

Your skirt is scandalously short.

I suppose you think
I've soiled the reputation

- of the Morality Office.
- The Daybreak Girls...

what are they like?
They just seem so fabulous.

Appearances can be
very deceiving, Gladys.

Well, I'm not sure
that I like you, Miss Drake.

Feeling's mutual.

But I can't criticize
the quality of the work.

- Am I going to regret this?
- You won't.

But if we do, we'll drop him
once I get this.

- (BOTH CHUCKLING)
- ♪

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Woo!

Your friend Flo is a...

- Come si dice?
- Wildcat!

- (LAUGHING)
- She kept me up all night!

I told him there was more
to Toronto than meets the eye.

And... I saved this for all of us.

(FLO, WITH FRENCH ACCENT):
And it promises to be earthy

and oaky with a hint
of chocolate and caramel.

As long as it's wet,
that's all that matters. (LAUGHING)

- (MARY): Hi.
- Hey, Mary! Come in.

- We're celebrating.
- Uh, Frankie,

could I just talk to you for a minute?

Of course.

I feel so terrible
I walked out on you last night.

It's all right.

I flew too close to the sun.

♪

- Are you back now?
- Yes.

Well, let's go get you a drink.

- Ohhh!
- There you go.

- Thank you.
- (LAUGHING) (CHUCKLING)