04x02 - Prince in Exile

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(LIVELY MUSIC)

Right here!

Alessandro! Over here!

One more!

Thank you.

Now could I have one without the girl?

- The name is Frankie. Frankie Drake.
- Good for you.

So can I have one without the Frankie?

No, not if you're going to be rude.

It's okay. I don't mind.

- Are you sure?
- Of course. Enjoy your moment.

Right here, please, please!

Big smile, big smile.

- Thank you!
- Thank you very much,

Alessandro, and can I just say
how pleased we are

to have you here in Canada.
Will you be staying long?

Well, that depends. But, right now,

I see no reason to leave.

(JAZZ MUSIC)

Sorry we're late.

Alessandro had to stop for some fans.

It really is wearing sometimes.

You don't need to pretend like
you're annoyed. You like it!

- Admit it.
- Maybe a little.

I feel the same way being around you.

But tonight, I am only
an escort. I must leave.

Well, I will see you soon.

He's gotta go meet his girlfriend.

- His car!
- Oh! (LAUGHING)

I don't mind being the other woman.

For now. (SIGHING)

So what's going on with you and Bill?
Are you ready to settle in Ottawa?

That's what he wants.

And he had a great job offer.
And I can't see being married

and living in a different city
from my husband.

- Ottawa's not that far.
- I guess.

Thing is, I want to make
something of myself here.

- You have.
- Maybe.

I want to do even more,
you know? Not just for me,

- but for my family and...
- I think I'd remember.

- He was here last night.
- If you say so.

- He was here last night. Where is he?
- Leave me be.

I am asking you a question
and I demand an answer!

Demand all you want.
I says I don't know the guy.

- That answer enough for ya?
- I don't believe you!

- Get your hands off of me, pal.
- That's enough!

- Who are you?
- Security. You're not wanted here!

Wha...? You! Unhand me.

We will once you're outside.

- Go home.
- I will not.

- Well, you're not going back in there.
- And who is telling me this?

Friends of the owner.

You have to let me back in.
I'm trying to find the Prince.

- The Prince?
- Prince Pavel.

I need to find him. He's gone missing.

(THEME MUSIC)

(WOMAN SCATTING)

- And who are you exactly?
- You have the pleasure

of addressing Count Grigore
of the House of Dragos.

Wow! Aren't we lucky.

Who, exactly, is Prince Pavel?

- He's the eldest son of the king.
- Okay.

- Of the Kingdom of Romania.
- I see.

And why exactly is he in Toronto?

That I cannot tell you.
It is, uh... confidential.

- He was here last night?
- He was.

- How do you know that?
- The concierge at the hotel

where we are staying recommended
this establishment.

He said it was one of the only
places in Toronto

where someone could go for a
good time. And if that is the case,

- he was definitely here.
- And how are you two connected?

I am his confidant and his minder.

- I am responsible for his safety.
- Sounds like you're doing

a heck of a job. He's gone and
he didn't tell you where.

Yes, I failed. He gave me the slips.

He's often giving people the slips

- when it serves his purpose.
- What exactly is his purpose?

Whatever it is, he is up
to no good. And there is likely

a woman involved. Indeed, there
is always a woman involved.

- Is that so?
- Yes. Sadly,

Pavel is not a model of decorum.

I must find him before he
further embarrasses his family.

And before everyone finds out
that you've lost him.

That, too. No one can find out

he is missing. It would cause a scandal.

- Well, we could help.
- You?

How?

We're private detectives.
It's right up our alley.

Well, the key here

is to be completely discreet.

Well, you've found the right
ladies: discretion is our middle name.

- A real prince?
- On a bender in Toronto.

- Ah, we don't know that.
- And this is THE Prince Pavel?

- Yes.
- Of Romania.

- Yes.
- Ah! I have heard

he is quite the scoundrel, that one.

Did you know he once took over
two entire floors

of the Plaza Hotel in New York
City just to host a party

that lasted a week? And another time,

I read that he chartered a yacht,

sailed the Bosporus for a month
with an all-female crew.

I'm sure they were all
excellent sailors.

You sure do know a lot about him.

- Well, no more than anyone else.
- I'd say you do.

- (GIGGLING)
- Well, his life

is very interesting.

The man is next in line for the throne,

and apparently his father
is not long for this world.

So you two are already
decided? I could see

why he would want
to avoid the spotlight.

Says the girl who's going out
with the famous race car driver.

- (LAUGHING)
- So you're gonna take the case?

Of course we are! It'd be great
for business... if we could find him.

Even if we can't tell anyone if we do.

Well, it's been pleasant.

- But back to the bricks.
- You doing okay?

Let's just say it's a good
thing that a candle

has two ends. But no, I've never
been better. I got exactly

what I wanted: healing
the living during the day,

talking to the dead at night.
It's a full life, ladies.

Mary, what's this I'm reading
in the Worker's Gazette

about officers from your station
leaning on people?

Oh, Frankie, don't read that.
It's all lies.

You sure? Steven Reid wrote the story.

I mean, he usually tells the truth.

Well, the boys at the station
say he's a Red.

He might be, but doesn't mean
he's not telling the truth.

Well, he's not! He's wrong.

The men at our station might be
a bit rough around the edges,

- but they're not criminals.
- I hope not.

Have a good day.

Sure. I talked to the guy
for a few minutes.

He spoke real good English,
you know... for a foreigner.

A prince of a man, eh?
Pretty good, right?

Ha, ha. Real knee slapper.

So you're saying this guy
was a real prince?

- That's what we hear.
- (WHISTLING)

Don't that b*at all?

My mother said I'd never
amount to anything.

- So he was here?
- Oh, he was here.

Large as life.

I mean, this guy?

He really owned the place.

I should have guessed
he was somebody important.

Where did he go?

- Oh, he said he had to dash.
- Where?

Mm. It was a joint called,
uh... Barton's.

- The haberdasher?
- The haba-da-what? Huh. No,

wasn't anything like that. He said it
was a place where they make suits.

Yes, that's a... Know what? Never mind.

- He went there last night?
- Hey, if this guy is who he says he is,

doors are going to be open
day and night.

He wanted a suit.
Said price was no concern.

Wish I had more customers like that.

- And he was here alone?
- He was.

Which I thought was a little strange...

thought a fellow like that
would have an entourage.

So no one?

He ordered a suit,
took off in a fancy car.

There might have been a woman
in there, but I didn't see her up close.

- What kind of car?
- It was a nice, green Model T Touring.

Well, if he comes back,
call this number, please.

Sure! And if you see him first, let him
know his suit will be ready tomorrow.

Of course.

Frankie Drake.

- Alessandro isn't here.
- I was hoping to talk to you.

- About him?
- About the prince.

I hear he's skipped
and you're looking for him.

So you know who I am now?

Entertainment and
society people are my b*at,

so I asked around and, apparently,

you are quite something.

- Flattered.
- How'd you hear about the Prince?

It's my business to hear things.

And to know people
who'll tell them to me.

And I'll tell you what I know
for an exclusive.

- What exclusive?
- An interview

with the prince if you find him.

Well, that depends on
the quality of information.

Oh, it's quality.

First off, you want to know
why the prince is in town?

- Shaw! Look lively. I need you.
- Me?

There's a demonstration
needs breaking up.

- Sorry... and you need me?
- Shaw, stop asking questions

and get to your feet. There's a bunch
of loudmouths out on Agnes Street.

Some of them are women and we
can't be touching them, so we need you.

- So for real police work?
- Yeah.

If you want to call it that,
sure. Get moving.

- Are you Shaw?
- Yes.

- I knew your father. Good man.
- Quality man.

Thank you.

You stick with us
and you won't get hurt.

All right. Who are...
who are we going after?

- Nothing but a bunch of dirty Reds.
- What did they do?

Well, the usual: trying
to destroy our way of life.

- That sounds serious.
- Nothing we can't handle.

Especially not with the daughter
of Detective Shaw on our side.

I'd say those Reds are done and dusted.

- Should we break in?
- Let's give it a couple minutes.

- Do you want to talk about it?
- About what?

You and Bill.

Whatever you decide, I want it
to be your decision, okay?

I don't want to factor in on it.

I don't know what to do.
Bill is a good man!

And I find it hard to believe
I'll find one better.

- There's a "but".
- There's always a "but".

And I can't help but think
that there shouldn't be.

(HONKING)

Is that her? That's not the car
that the tailor described.

- Haberdasher.
- All right.

- Haberdasher.
- Something about the word.

Even though it makes no apparent sense.

Haberdasher. (LAUGHING)

Okay. Let's go.

- After you.
- Thank you.

One hard-working citizen after
another tells me the same story.

I listen to them and I believe
them. And you know what I think?

I think it's getting harder
to tell the cops

- from the criminals!
- (CROWD APPROVES)

The police in Toronto
are not acting any better

than the rum runners, the
bootleggers and the Cosa Nostra.

(CROWD APPROVES)

Oh, the Cosa Nostra? That's
hardly a fair comparison.

And I'm not asking for much!

Just some honesty, yeah?
And accountability.

The police force is acting
like any other g*ng

and they must be held accountable.

- (CROWD APPROVES)
- Don't!

Oh!

All right. That's enough. Break it up.

All right, everybody,
break it up! Break it up!

- Ladies, let's move along, please.
- You there.

Put that megaphone down!

Hey, I have the right to speak my mind.

You've said enough!

Ladies, please, let's move along.

- Please?
- Yes, please.

I am quite serious. Hey! You!

Hey!

All right, Red! You just bought yourself
a night in the slammer. Let's go.

- You all right?
- Mm-hmm.

- Ooh.
- Oh.

- Hell of a job, Shaw.
- Escort Officer Shaw to the hospital.

Okay.

See you back at the
station. Tough cookie.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

- Who are you?
- We're, uh...

What are you doing here? I told
everyone I was not to be disturbed.

We're looking for Prince Pavel. We're
thinking you might know where he is.

I do not.

But I imagine he is hiding from
me if he knows what is good for him.

Excuse me?

If I ever see him again I will k*ll him.

- So you have seen him?
- Yes.

- When?
- Not long ago.

We were to elope. That is why I'm here

in this Godforsaken country. In secret.

In secret? You're up on stage.

I'm an understudy to a no-talent heifer.

I will not be appearing on stage.

- No one is to know I'm here.
- So where is he now?

I told you I do not know.

And why didn't you two elope?

He said there was another woman.

- Who?
- I don't care. She's not me,

so he's made the lesser choice.

- We believe that he might be in danger.
- He betrayed me.

- Of course he is in danger.
- From someone else.

That matters nothing to me.

You may leave now.

And then he just came running
at me, so I-I-I leapt.

I just leapt out and I tackled
him to the ground.

You are lucky you didn't break
something. Please stop moving!

Flo, it was just like being
a real police officer, you know?

Taking down a handsome,
yet dangerous criminal.

I thought you said he was a journalist?

Well, who says a
journalist can't be a criminal?

And handsome.

- Who said that?
- You did.

Oh. Well, yes, I suppose he was.

Oh, Flo.

I think this was one of the most
thrilling days of my life.

Apparently he was planning to elope.

- With who?
- Some actress.

Szofia? She is here?
Then she is behind this.

I don't think so. She said
that there was another woman.

- Who told her this?
- He did.

She saw him?

- So she says.
- Where is this other woman?

- She doesn't know.
- Do you have any idea who

this other woman could be?

No.

- What are you doing?
- My job.

Mary?

Of course. I'll do what I can.
And I'll keep it on the QT.

- (APPLAUSE)
- Hear, hear.

Hear, hear. Hear, hear.

What is this about?

- Excellent work, Shaw.
- Oh, thank you, sir.

- I was just doing my job.
- You took down that Red singlehandedly.

Some of you boys should be
following Officer Shaw's lead.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much for the kind
words. They weren't necessary.

Ah, there's no use hiding
your light under a bushel, Shaw.

What are you up to?

Oh, just getting out
the old tape measure

- and checking some skirts.
- Put that away.

We got word there's
an abandoned car off Logan.

Thought you might want
to come take a look?

- An abandoned car?
- Mm-hmm.

That sounds serious.

Ah, could be nothing, but thought
you might want to have a walk around,

- now that you're a real copper.
- I... I'd like that.

- Alessandro?
- Bella!

Lunch waits for no one.

- You forgot.
- I'm sorry.

- Something fell into my lap.
- Something big?

Royally big. Have you heard
of a man named Prince Pavel?

I have, indeed. He's a big fan
of mine, or so I've heard.

- You know him?
- Not well.

- Did you know that he's here?
- In Toronto? Why?

- A woman, apparently.
- Ah, that makes sense.

- Only one?
- I've counted two, so far.

- Ah, the actress, no?
- Yes. She can't find him.

That's a surprise. And the other woman?

That's the mystery.

And the reason why
we are not having lunch.

It's a big deal. I need to find him.

Rain cheque?

It means a... delay.

- Another time.
- Ah!

- Very soon.
- (DOOR OPENING)

- Bill?
- Rain cheque.

Ci vediamo.

Congratulations on the engagement.

- Thank you.
- And on the new job.

I'm looking forward to it.
I think Ottawa is more my speed.

Have you seen Trudy?

I... I haven't, but I'll let
her know you came by.

I...

do love her, Frankie.

I know you do, Bill.

How does she feel about all of this?

I think you need to ask her that.

- I'll see ya.
- Bye.

Oh, nice wheels.

Doesn't look like
anything's wrong with it.

Well, so who would leave such
a sweet ride just lying around?

Well, uh, maybe someone who
did something illegal with it?

- Like a hold-up.
- Very good, Shaw.

Too bad there haven't been
any reports of one.

But I like the way you're thinking.

I told you she'd have
some of her old man in her.

Yeah.

It's probably some kids
going for a joy ride.

Let's be like the bear and the mountain.

Excuse me?

And see what we can see.

(FRANKIE): I'm looking
for a green T Touring.

And no one can know.

- Look at this.
- What?

- Blood.
- Very good.

Oh! Not really enough to mean anything.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. Take it from me,

it's nothing.

Hope no one reports this missing.

- Why's that?
- Sits here for days,

it goes up for auction.

Wouldn't mind getting my mitts
on a nice touring car.

I gotta tell you, Shaw,

it's been kind of nice
having you tag along.

Let's say we think about making this

some kind of regular affair?

Well, I'm not a real police officer.

Oh, you're as real as we say you are.

It's definitely human blood.

O negative to be exact.

What's the Prince's blood type?

- You are asking me?
- You're intending to marry him.

I did not even know there was
such a thing as blood type

until this very moment. Why
would you ask me such a thing?

Mary, we're going to need
to get into that car again.

- It's in the impound lot.
- Let's go.

- She can get us in there?
- I certainly can.

- She's a police officer.
- Well, I suppose

that explains her choice in wardrobe.

You can see yourself out.

You there.

Yes.

- Sorry you got hurt out there.
- That's all right.

But you shouldn't have
tried to run away.

- You going to be okay?
- Oh, I'm tougher than I look.

You know I don't deserve to be in here.

Then you shouldn't
have tried to run away.

You already said that.

I ran away because your bosses
tried to silence me.

Excuse me! You were
creating a disturbance.

I was just spreading the truth.
Sorry you find that disturbing.

Just because you say it's
the truth doesn't make it so.

Then listen. Let me convince you.

I... I'm busy.

Then you're no better
than the men I am after.

Here it is.

Bill came by.

What'd you say?

Thought I'd leave that up to you.

Guess I could be a detective in Ottawa.

There's plenty of politicians to spy on.

I'm sure you could keep busy.

If busy's all you want.

Uh. Uh, what are we looking for, anyway?

I'm not sure, exactly.

But this car is the last place
where the prince was.

- Something on your mind?
- No.

I thought you were the hero
of the police force?

I am.

Hello.

Do you know what language this is?

(GRIGORE): Hungarian.

- This is good.
- How so?

Not for Pavel, but for our country.

What do you mean?

It would appear that Roxanna
has found her Prince.

So who's this Roxanna?

Ah! She is a real p*stol,
as you would say.

- Am I using it correctly?
- That's not an expression I would use.

- Ah!
- What do you mean exactly?

For a time she was Pavel's betrothed.

His parents' choice.

- But not his choice.
- No. Oh!

- He never wanted to marry her.
- But she didn't feel the same.

- That I do not know.
But according to this,

she followed him here
and demanded a meeting.

Which, it looks like,
she used to kidnap him.

Resourceful, no?

Um... (GRUNTING)

A man should be able to choose
who he wants to be with.

Not if that man is a prince.

And he certainly cannot
choose an actress.

Besides, the marriage
of Pavel Olas and Roxanna

- is of crucial importance to my country.
- Why?

The creation of the new
country of Romania after the w*r

included the annexation of a territory

that was property of Hungary.
They are... unhappy.

Roxanna is a member
of a proud Hungarian family

that is held in high esteem,
so if she is welcomed

into the royal family,

it sends a powerful signal of unity.

And what will it do
for the bride and groom?

That is of secondary importance.

The fate of our country matters more.

Okay. You really are a true
friend and a confidant.

I am a servant of my country,
first and foremost.

So, if he and Roxanna got married,

that would be a great relief to you.

Oh! Their marriage would
represent a great load

being removed from my back.

But they should get married
in our homeland.

But if she kidnapped him,
I doubt that's her intention.

(HUBBUB)

Look at the arrest reports
from May th,

specifically Detective Lyle.
But I doubt you'll find them.

Then why would I look for them?

Because the fact you won't be
able to find them shows you I'm right.

Lyle and his partner? They're no good.

Well, maybe you're just saying
that because they arrested you.

Technically, you're the one who
caught me and I bear you no ill will.

You were doing your job. They
are doing much more than that.

Hey! Red, get out of here,

or I'll have you
thrown back in the cells.

And once you discover you
can't find the arrest reports,

might want to check
the hospital records.

- Shaw!
- Yes, sir?

Was he harassing you?

No! Nothing that I can't handle.

Do you know these broads?

"Will Frankie find her prince?"

(LAUGHING)

I guess the bird decided to tweet.

Well, she didn't get her exclusive.

It says here the Prime
Minister is very upset.

Our Prime Minister is mad at us?

- We finally made it.
- He calls Frankie's decision

to not inform the police about
the Prince's disappearance

"highly irresponsible"

and an "embarrassment to the Dominion."

(LAUGHING)

I always wanted to be famous.
You coming?

- I'll stay a while.
- Okay.

- Should I order more coffee?
- Sure.

Anything you want to share?

(SIGHING)

Did you love your husband?

I did. Completely.

Not that there weren't things
that drove me crazy.

- You didn't have any doubts?
- Little ones.

But not about marrying him.

When does Bill go to Ottawa?

Soon.

Well, I imagine you're sitting
here because you want my advice.

Please.

Only go with him

if you are looking forward to
waking up beside him every day.

- Looking for something, Shaw?
- Um,

yes. A file I misplaced.

Oh, yeah? Maybe I can help.
What's it about?

Ah, a woman named Michelle Madden.

She's a constant violator
of the hemline bylaw.

- A heinous criminal.
- Well, that is my b*at.

We really have to get you
into a new uniform, Shaw.

You're being wasted where you are.

How long have you known
about this, Drake?

That's confidential.

I'll "confidential"
you right into the cells

if you don't give me a straight
answer. And I'm not joshing.

- A couple days.
- He's royalty

and he goes missing in our jurisdiction.

- You didn't think to tell us?
- I can handle it.

If something happens to him,
it's an international incident.

- Not that it isn't already.
- I may have misjudged the severity.

- Oh, you think?
- My client said no police.

Don't try to push the blame
onto someone else's lap, Drake.

- This is your fault.
- I'll find him.

You better. And if you do,

we'd best be
the first people you inform.

(PHONES RINGING, TYPEWRITERS CLICKING)

(BABY CRYING)

This is everything from May th.

If you had a dog, I'd say
it just got run over.

- I'm troubled, Flo.
- You don't say.

I'm finally getting ahead at work...

Which should be a source
of happiness. What changed?

I don't know if I'm getting
ahead with the right people.

Ooh! Here's a nasty one.

Man, years old, admitted
on the evening of May th.

Severe contusions around the
face. Thirty-five stitches.

No broken bones...
well, that's something.

Refused to say where
he got the injuries.

Judging from this report,
I'd say he got beaten up.

Uh, how long did he stay
in the hospital?

The attending physician
went to wash his hands,

and when he came back the man
was gone. Injuries like these?

He should have stayed the night.

Did he leave an address?

He did. Wellington Street.

What's up?

It might be the police that
gave him these stitches.

No weddings at city hall today.

I didn't think so.

Anything else?

Well, there is an Orthodox
Church where most Romanians

in Toronto go to worship.

- It's as good a place as any.
- Mm-hmm.

You girls feel like going to a wedding?

I'm hardly dressed... of course!

- Well, here's the address.
- We're not going together?

- I need you to get Szofia.
- Really?

I don't think she liked me very much.

- Wait, why do we need her?
- If anyone can stop a wedding, she can.

Okay.

Szofia!

Szofia! If you are in there,
please open the door.

Szofia! You are going to get me k*lled.

Please, Szofia, open the door. Szofia.

Hey!

Excuse me, are you Mr. Grigore?

- Who is asking?
- We work with Frankie Drake.

- Ah.
- What are you doing here?

I am looking for Szofia.

I believe she knows more
than she has told us.

- So is she not here?
- Apparently not.

Oh, I'm in terrible trouble, ladies!

The family will have my head.

Maybe not.

Frankie might know
where Prince Pavel is.

Where?

- Where?
- All right, you can come with us,

but any trouble and you answer to me.

Is that so?

Just try me.

All right. Let's go!

- You're getting surprisingly brazen.
- I'm just feeling my power,

Flo. I'm just feeling my power.
There are struggles ahead for me

- and I have to be ready.
- I can't go with you.

I have a shift at the hospital.
I can't miss it.

- Of course.
- Will you be all right?

Will I be all right?

Count Grigore of the House of
Dragos would never harm a woman.

See you. Let's go.

♪

- The prince.
- I'd say.

Only one bad guy. Good odds.

- Szofia!
- Pavel?

- Are you all right?
- Apparently it is my wedding day,

so I could be better. But this is not
my choosing. You must believe me.

But you said you'd found another.

I only lied to keep you safe.

It appears that didn't work.

Be quiet, you two.

It's your wedding day.
You shall be overjoyed.

For your bride's sake.

Or you can say goodbye
to this tramp forever.

I'd say the odds just changed.

I wanted to marry you, and
I intended to leave with you,

but then I got kidnapped.

Then why did you say otherwise?

I wanted to keep you safe, sweetie.

You did a real dilly of a job with that.

I said be quiet, or I shut you both up.

Please! This is the house of the Lord.

Show some respect.

Sorry.

At least he respects something.

- I have a question.
- Yeah?

Where's the bride?

Let's go see.

She's taking this a bit seriously.

- Well, it is her wedding day.
- She's the one with the shotgun.

What are you doing here?

What do you think?
We're going to a wedding.

Is this going to take forever?

You are looking forward to it now?

No. I would have thought if
you'd gone to all this trouble,

you would have arranged it
better, but, uh...

Idiots.

Manners.

Sorry, Father.

Look at that veil.

She likely needs it
to hide her hideous face.

Well, she's actually an attractive...

Sorry.

Aren't you a prize?

The only way you could get him
to marry you was to kidnap him.

- Pathetic.
- Watch your tongue.

You let her live if I marry?

Yes.

Pavel, you don't have to do this.

Roxanna, please.

You're a lovely young woman...

Well, she is. But, I don't want to...

Stop it! This is a house of God.

(GRUNTING)

Frankie!

Sorry, Father.

I can't believe
you were going to marry her!

- They were going to k*ll you.
- Whatever.

Prince Pavel! Oh!

- Are you all right?
- Better now.

But weren't you supposed
to protect me, or something?

I have failed.

Who are you and why
are you ruining my wedding?

He will not be marrying you.

You stay out of this. He said he would.

Because you kidnapped me,

threatening Szofia's life.
I will not be marrying you.

- I would not be so sure about that.
- Ooh!

Grigore, what are you doing?
Put that g*n down, please.

I am sorry. I'm here to help
you realize your destiny.

Your destiny is to marry Roxanna
and unite your country.

But I don't want to.

You are a member of the royal family.
What you want is of little consequence.

We can't dishonour our families, Pavel.

Like you did when you kidnapped a man
who has no intention of marrying you?

- She has a point.
- Why don't you sit down

and talk this through?

The time for talk is over.

Thank you for helping me find
the wayward prince, Miss Drake.

- Your job is done.
- I'll decide that.

Eh!

This is a matter for our country now.

Pavel, you will marry Roxanna.

Or you will be responsible
for this woman's death.

No!

(GRUNTING)

Freeze!

Oh!

(LAUGHING)

I could get used to this.

Yes.

Ach! You cannot just
leave us here like this!

Once we're safely away, the Father here

will release you into police custody.

What you tell them is up to you.

Please, Pavel, I am pledged to you.

We must marry.

No. Sorry.

I will give you a good life.

I'm sure you would, but...

not the one I want.

So, what do you do now?

I don't want to go back.

Even though your country needs you?

No, they don't.

Marrying Roxanna won't bring
your country together?

For a few days everybody would be happy,

but then eventually they will
see me as a traitor to my people,

as Roxanna will be to hers.
I need my own life.

I need Szofia.

I've changed my life for you.

People from your country will
always be looking for you.

I would rather die than go back.

Pavel?

We should start a new life here.

As... simple people.

You two are simple people.

Are you happy?

We get by.

Yeah. Thanks for asking.

So you'd give up everything
for this woman?

Of course. I would never
surrender my heart to compromise.

Then we should do it.

We should run.

- Others will come for us.
- Not necessarily.

You said that you would prefer to die.

We can make that happen.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

So the police just let you go?

It is called diplomatic immunity.

With the prince, I've had to use
it many times. I cannot believe

you let him out of your sight.

He promised us one week with
Szofia and he'd return to his country.

We thought it was a good idea.
We were wrong.

I figured a prince
would know how to swim.

Good Lord.

Wanted to camp out in
the Canadian wilderness...

say one last farewell to each other.

- It seemed like a romantic idea.
- And you believed him?

Like I said, we were wrong.

You there! What have you found?

We've dragged the water for hours.

I'm sorry, there's nothing.

But you never know. Sometimes
something will pop up.

- Flo.
- But it usually isn't good.

We'll keep looking.

- So they have perished.
- Death by Misadventure.

The Canadian wilderness
is quite treacherous.

Well, I suppose I have
no choice but to...

accept your explanation.

Well, thank you.

But let me say this,

for all of our sakes...

Those two better remain dead.

We'll make sure of it.

What do you say, ladies?

Shall we take Grigore
for a farewell drink?

- Trudy?
- You go ahead. I got business.

Guess it's just you and me, Flo.

- Trudy.
- Hi, Bill.

So, have you, uh...

decided?

Bill,

you are a wonderful, wonderful man...

You're not coming.

I can't.

And you're not going to marry me.

Not... not right now. No.

Which means likely never.

- Why?
- I'm sorry.

Is your work that important to you?

It's just not my work.

It's my family.

My life.

I don't want to leave it.

I don't want to lose myself.

You'll lose me, Trudy.

I just think...

this is the way it has to be.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you, too.

(SOBBING)

So you decided to take a look.

Well, it's clearly a false address.

Hm. If you say so.

And what do you say?

I say this establishment used to
be the property of Albert Stewart

until he decided he could no
longer pay protection.

Then why didn't this
Mr. Stewart press charges?

If you were able to find this
place, you must have looked

at the hospital report.

If you looked at the hospital report,
you know the answer to that question.

He reported it to the police.
They did what you saw to him.

Well, even if what you are
insinuating is true...

I'm sorry... I don't know
how I can help you.

Nor do I,

but I know you want to.

And how do you know that?

You're here, aren't you?

The Worker's Gazette
is on Simcoe Street.

I'm there hours a day.

- Shaw!
- That Red harassing you?

No.

Oh! What then?

It was just a chance meeting.

Oh, I see.

Funny how that happens.

Meet someone once and,
before you know it,

you're seeing them everywhere you look.

That's kind of how
you met your first wife.

Learned then there was no such
things as chance meetings.

You just end up
putting yourself in places

where you know the other one will be.

You just don't tell them
and they think it's kismet.

- Kismet?
- Fancy word for fate.

Thing is, there is no such thing.

Just the fate you make.

You have it in you
to move up the ladder.

As long as there's someone steadying it.

And not pulling it out from under.

See you tomorrow.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

- Oh, looking good.
- Thanks.

You, not so much.

I just made a decision
that I hope was the right one.

No decision is forever.

It is for me.

Well, then it's the right one.

I think so.

You look amazing.

Look, Frankie, what my mechanic
snuck in from Italy.

It's a Barolo so smooth...

Oh, hello.

- You know what? I... I'm gonna leave.
- No! No, you won't.

- Alessandro...?
- Ah.

It's the rain thing again.

- Is that okay?
- Of course.

But you owe me... big time.

Well, I look forward to making payment.

Enjoy.

You didn't have to do that.

Yes, I did. You're my girl.

And I got a free bottle of wine.

You're going to be okay.