Fifty Shades of Greyson

(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 knife 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 murder because Cici, as I understand it, let out a deafening scream.

- It's interesting.

- If she were the actual murderer, 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 murder weapon 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 murder 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.

- Murder.

- 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 killed 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 killer approaches Elmer from behind and drugs him.

- And when he's silend and subdued, the killer slashes his throat.

- And saunters out without anyone noticing.

- Well-planned murder... 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 murder of Elmer Dunning.

- So?

- So we think we boss might have sent Lou Hastings to kill 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 murder.

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 kill him?

- Maybe.

But why would Greyson steal evidence?

- Well, ever since Elmer's murder, 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 murder?

- 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 killed 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) Oh!

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 murdered.

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 murder weapon, an ivory-handled knife, was found at the murder scene and then later stolen from police lock-up.

- So, two cases both involving a stabbing ether and missing evidence.

- Seems whoever killed Elmer killed 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 railroad 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 killer, but to railroad 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 murder 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 murder weapon.

- 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 gang.

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 murder.

- Yeah, except Lou didn't kill 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 killed?

- 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 murder.

- 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 killing for him.

- Call just came in, Detective!

- Constable Donahue, what is it?

- You're needed at 1239 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 murder weapon.

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 killer 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 murder.

Seems he was moving a shipment of booze when a rival mob showed up.

One of them got killed, 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 murder.

- Yes.

We got six months for possession of illegal liquor.

A slap on the wrist.

- If the dirty cop wasn't killing 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 killed him.

- I always tell my boys not to play with matches.

Fingers get burned.

- 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 kill 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 killed.

- Six months ago... - Who was the bystander killed in Kovac's crossfire?

- One guess... - Alice Lehman.

The handkerchief wasn't left by accident.

- It was a signature.

- This is a revenge killing.

- 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 killed.

He was also on the Ross case.

And guess what?

He was also the cop who pulled the knife 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) - Hmm-mm.

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 knife that killed 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 killed Jack Ross and used the same knife to kill 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, drugs and corruption.

- That's why you killed 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 knife.

Donahue used that to kill Ross, and then he stole it out of evidence and used it to kill Kovac.

- Yet he used another knife to kill 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 killed 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 violence.

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 I'm 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.

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