Frankie Drake Mysteries (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Ladies In Red - full transcript
Frankie and Trudy are hired by a factory owner to root out communists working for him, but things are not as it appears.
You certainly know how to take
advantage of a day out.
Just passin' the time.
"Passing time."
Is that what we're calling it?
- OK, knock it off now.
- Sorry to make you wait.
It took us longer to wrap
things up than we thought.
- Thanks for doing this, Flo.
- Well...
I like the morgue,
but this is a nice change.
Did you get a picture
of the suspect?
I did. And I had that fellow
print a photo, just like
you asked. I think I could've
done better with the framing.
This is who has been sneaking
in to breed with Mrs. Timmons'
Great Dane?
Don't underestimate him.
He's small but determined.
I don't know, I think
the composition is challenging.
Really? Thank you.
You know, I do some of the shots
down at the morgue.
It's a real art to put together
a shot that's the...
There is someone
in that house with a gun.
- A gun?
- They have a stocking
over their head. You take the
back, I'm gonna go to the front.
- Do I get a gun?
- No!
Look, whatever
you want, we'll pay it!
Sh.
Come on!
Come on!
Go, go, go!
Flo, what the hell
were you thinking?
I suspect an adrenaline rush
overcame better judgment,
so I wasn't thinking. - Never do that again.
- Trust me, it's not a problem.
Just what were
private detectives doing
in this neighbourhood?
Were you spying on me?
Well, that is quite
an accusation, Mr. Conroyd.
Well, as you witnessed, I have
good reason to be cautious.
It was an unrelated case
which is now resolved.
Yeah, fortunate for us.
Thank you
for saving our family.
It was a group effort.
Prohibition makes little sense
at the best of times
and right now, it makes none.
Single malt, directly from
Scotland. Do you care for some?
How can I say no?
I'll get right to the point.
I want to hire you to find
the bastards who did this.
All right. Well, let's
start with the obvious.
Who would want to harm you
or your family?
I can do better than that.
I know precisely who they are.
- You do?
- Communists. Anarchists.
Union agitators.
Why would communists
want to hurt your family?
At worst,
to make an example of capitalist
swine by killing us.
- And at the least?
- To intimidate me.
We've been having problems with
them at my factory for months.
Well, that is quite
a leap from labour unrest
to attempted murder.
Yeah, but it's been growing
progressively worse. We even
called in the Pinkertons,
but their speciality
is administering beatings,
not weeding out extremists.
They got nowhere.
Right. Is this the rope
that you were bound with?
Yeah. It cut into my wrists.
Looks like hair. Maybe hog.
I wouldn't know.
One last question.
Besides our stellar abilities,
why do you think we'll have more
success than other agencies?
Well, I think your team could
move amongst our employees in a
way that other detectives can't.
Communists?
I thought the police cracked
down on them back in 1919.
There was some excuse
to round them up.
Association with
unlawful organizations
advocating force to change
the government of Canada.
Or something like that.
I guess it forced them
to go underground.
Yeah. I mean, who can blame
them? A lot of these workers
came back from the war
only to end up
earning peanuts in factories
owned by war profiteers.
Yeah, if you made it back.
And what if you're one
of those women went to work
to support the effort?
Then you made half the amount
that the men did
or you lost your job.
Try being black.
- Spoken like a true Bolshevik.
- I decided to keep
- my politics to myself.
- What?
An opinionated black woman
isn't always appreciated?
- Not always.
- Well, regardless,
a political stance is no excuse
for attempted murder.
- So what's our first step?
- Well...
let's find out why Mr. Conroyd
believes we are the ones
best suited for this case.
What Mr. Conroyd
was referring to
is that Conroyd Industries
employs a very large number of
female employees. Most of them
came to us during the war,
and then when their husbands
didn't return... It wasn't women
behind the attacks, Mr. Scanlon.
There are men working here
too, in shipping and receiving.
Not a lot, but a few.
And you think
that there are communists
amongst your employees?
Absolutely. We can't
just bust heads
and get rid of them. The general
strikes in Winnipeg and Boston
taught us that.
So what will you do?
- Negotiate?
- Ha ha ha! Lord, no.
We just need to be more clever
in eradicating them.
Conroyd Industries is a very
forwardthinking company.
Well, if they are responsible...
- They are.
- If they are responsible,
then we will get
to the bottom of things.
I'm counting on it.
Well, call me
if you need anything.
Of course.
You must be the new girl.
Clara Pavey!
Hello there.
You gave me
a terrible start, Detective.
- I'm sorry, Miss Higgins.
- Fern.
I was wondering if we could talk
about what happened this morning.
There's not much to tell.
I was working at the table
and the next thing I knew, there
was a man standing in the doorway.
Which doorway?
- The inside one.
- Not from the backyard?
No...
Did you get a look at him?
Even just the slightest glimpse
- under his mask.
- Wish I had.
What about any... any markings,
tattoos or scars?
Nothing like that.
Did he say anything? Maybe he had an
accent, or used a specific turn of phrase?
Nothing, but it was
clear what he wanted.
It all happened so fast, I... I
didn't even have time to scream.
Thank you.
I was just reading the Daily and the
next thing I knew, a man was there.
He hit me, and... I don't really
know what happened after that.
Does your father
have any enemies?
- I thought Communists were responsible.
- I like to keep an open mind.
So what you
really want are the skeletons
in the family closet.
Just the ones
that come back to haunt.
Well, my father has a mistress.
Probably one in a long line.
I'm sure he has a number
of business enemies.
My mother's good
for half a bottle a day.
She'll soon be off
to her annual "dry out."
It's nothing unusual
for the Rosedale set.
Well, I appreciate your candour.
If you think of anything else,
please get in touch.
It must have gone very well
with Mr. Scanlon.
I don't remember him ever
hiring a gal as quickly as you.
Well, I just told him
I needed a job
and he seemed to appreciate it.
It's nice to have
someone new to chat with.
I'm Zelda.
People call me a talkietooter
but I always get my work done.
I saw you when you came in.
Gosh, you dress nice.
I like to try to be
real up on things too.
And your shoes
- are so pretty.
- Thanks.
Hey, do you know anything
about this terrible rumour
that someone tried to kill
Mr. Conroyd and his family?
- Isn't it awful?
- I heard it was Communists.
You heard that too?
Word is they may even
be working right here
at the plant.
Go on! Not here!
I don't think they are,
but this whole business
has gotten me to wondering.
Have you ever met a Communist?
Never! But I have
my eyes and ears open
you can be sure of that.
That's good to hear.
Me too.
Nice meeting you.
Nice to meet you too.
All right!
That's it! It's break time!
- Can I come in?
- Of course.
- I just want to apologize.
- For what?
For getting in the way
back at the Conroyd house.
Flo, you don't
need to apologize.
Still, I want to make it up to
you so I did some asking around
about your case. I hope you don't mind.
Not at all.
You see, I made a friend while
I was working on your dog case.
That man that I
saw you speaking with?
He works
at Mrs. Timmons' household.
My first friend since Herb
didn't make it back.
Good for you.
Anyway, he knows
all the dirt in Rosedale,
so he told me
about the Conroyds:
The husband's affairs, the wife's drinking
problem. And the son's a layabout.
Flo, I knew this already,
but I don't think it's relevant.
But thank you.
He also told me
about a vehicle
that was parked in the alley
a couple of times
over the last few weeks.
They were casing the place,
planning the attack.
But you know
what bothers me, Flo?
The getaway vehicle
was parked in the alleyway.
- So?
- So there was a clear path
from the alleyway to
the kitchen, yet the attackers
used an entirely different path
that left them exposed.
That doesn't make sense.
No, it doesn't.
Drake Private Detectives.
Speaking.
Well, who is this?
You gotta go.
Hey, buddy.
What are you doing here?
What the heck happened?
You know, I've never been
in an actual explosion before.
It's like this...
concussion wave
that just... takes the breath
right out of you.
Thank God you weren't killed.
Well, I think that was
the point. I was lured there.
What are the cops thinking?
Industrial sabotage
by disgruntled employees.
Not the attempt
to kill the private detective
hired by the owner? What about you?
What did you make out?
The plant gossip
introduced herself.
Zelda. I brought up communists
and she flinched.
- You think she's red?
- You know, I got the impression
that everyone down there just
wants better working conditions.
That doesn't
make them a communist.
- She found you. That's convenient.
- My thoughts exactly.
I'm gonna try to see if there's
something else on her. And you?
I'm gonna stay here and soak.
And then I'm gonna catch
whoever tried to blow me up.
Mama! What are you doing here?
I can't visit
my daughter at work?
Of course, but you
don't like what I do,
so it makes me wonder
what you really want.
Don't start acting
all detective on me.
Well?
We're in a bit of a spot.
- What do you mean?
- Your father...
that logging camp he's
been working at up north,
it just up and went
out of business.
- What?
- And they're not paying him
three month's salary.
Trudy, I can't pay
the rent this month.
It's OK. I have money saved up.
- I didn't want to burden you.
- Mama, it's not a burden.
And if we need any more help,
we could always go to the bank.
Banks don't help people like us.
It's just until he
can find another job.
The Clark family's gotten
through way worse than this.
Mhm.
I'm telling you, Mr. Conroyd,
it's a slippery slope.
First they ask
for these maternity days
and then where does it end?
That's right. The Reds
are putting these ideas
in their heads. And what happens
when they don't get their way?
Remember what happened
in the Weston plant?
Precisely. We can't
let that happen here.
Don't worry. We'll find them
and we'll deal with them.
You know, Frankie,
I just had no idea
how interesting explosions are.
So for instance,
there's something called
a blast seat and...
Well, what's this?
Turkish coffee.
Very exotic.
And very strong.
The explosion?
Right.
All the usual things
are being investigated.
What was the explosive?
Where was it bought?
But here's the big thing.
There was a body
in the wreckage.
- Has it been identified?
- Yes. It was a Conroyd employee
named Henry Logan.
He was a bookkeeper there.
So Henry Logan contacts me
because he can name communists,
but then someone kills him to
prevent him from talking to me.
Well, how did he know
about the communists?
- He must've known somehow.
- Maybe he was one
and he was trying
to rat them out.
Or he was killed for
an entirely different reason.
Well, there is one more thing.
The explosion with the horse
and the wagon,
it's an almost exact duplication
of the 1920 communist attack
on the Wall Street.
- Stock Exchange.
- Horse...
A horse may have
saved my life last night.
So when I arrived
last night, the horse
was just wandering around.
I'm sure it was the same horse
that was leading the wagon.
I stopped to take a look
and then the wagon exploded.
So you think the horse
was trying to warn you?
But how did it get loose?
Maybe it was someone with
a heart and they unbridled it.
A murderer with a soft spot
for animals?
Either way, this horse
might be able to lead us
to whoever did this.
But it's a horse.
Trudy and I are
following leads right now.
Do you have time to take a look?
Well, I do have a few days off.
- Great!
- But how?
There are an awful lot
of horses in this city,
you know.
Well, this might
give you a head start.
I'm guessing the horse
kicked off this shoe
- as he ran off.
- Oddlooking.
All the more reason
that a blacksmith
might be able to recognize it.
Do you like horses? To look at.
Perfect!
Jacob, what are you doing here?
Frankie told me
where you were. I thought
you might need a lunch. Thanks.
Think I could get a job here?
Why would you want to do that?
To make some money
for Ma and Pa.
Mommy and Daddy
don't want you working.
They want you in school,
getting an education.
But they need my help.
Landlord wants two months' rent
now that Pa's out of a job.
That's crazy.
Yeah, and Mom's really worried
but she tries not to let on.
Look. Everything's
gonna be OK. All right?
I'll figure something out.
It's time for you to go.
I'm working undercover.
Just don't say anything.
Understood?
- Yeah. Of course.
- And you...
stay in school.
Mind if I join you?
No, not at all.
- You seem a bit off.
- It's just this business
about Henry from accounting.
They found his body
in the wreckage.
Did you know him?
Only to see, but still.
Mr. Scanlon's sure
it's the communists.
Man. First the owner
and then Henry?
The police have been accusing
everyone around here.
I even heard they beat up
some guy in receiving.
Some people are good
at hiding what they really are.
- Yes, they are.
- I'll tell you what.
Why don't you and me go
somewhere fun tonight?
Us?
- Is that a problem?
- No...
No, I didn't mean it
that way. It's just...
I try to be a proper gal and...
I'd love to.
Good!
Excuse me.
Excuse me?
- Can I help you, Miss?
- Yes, I'm looking for a horse.
This isn't a stable.
I can't help you.
It's not just any horse.
I'm looking for a horse
that's suffering from laminitis.
You know your way
around horses, do you?
No...
but I've been to 11
other blacksmiths today
and they all told me
that that's what kind of horse
wears this sort of shoe.
And I guess I'll be the 12th
blacksmith who can't help you.
I've got better things
to do with my time.
I've had a very frustrating
day, and I would very much
appreciate your cooperation. You're a
morality officer. What are you going to do?
How about I wait
outside your shop
until the next time you try
to shoe a horse on a Sunday?
And then I will charge you
with violating
the Lord's Day Act.
You're kidding.
- I do not kid.
- No, I suppose you don't.
Yeah, I made this one.
In fact, I can tell you
exactly which horse it was.
Are you kidding me? Well, that
wasn't so difficult, was it?
Drake Private Detectives.
Frankie, you have got
to get down here.
- Flo? What's wrong?
- It's about that body
in the explosion. I've never seen
anything like it before. What about it?
Just get down here!
I've never been to the Ward.
- Really?
- Good girls aren't
supposed to go down there.
- You know, Jews and Chinese...
- Coloureds.
I've never met
any of them before either.
Until you.
I just heard what people say.
How long have you
lived in Toronto?
Almost two years.
I'm from Grafton. It's about two
hours east of here on the train.
Have you ever
had Chinese food before?
No. Do they really
have chicken feet?
Yes, but I would consider
starting with the chop suey. OK.
Excuse me.
What just happened?
That's Bart Wilkins,
our milkman. He gets soused
most days and passes out.
Everyone just takes their milk
and leaves the money they owe.
But he was asleep
and the horse just... stopped.
Murph, that's the name
of the horse,
he's walked that route
every day for four years.
So you're saying he knows
all the stops by heart?
Yeah. If it wasn't
for that horse,
Bart'd be out of a job long ago.
It's a day of firsts for me.
Never been in the Ward
or a Chinese restaurant
or a speakeasy.
To firsts.
To firsts.
You didn't just become friendly
and chatty with me
by accident, did you?
What do you mean?
Of course I did.
No... I think you
were prying for information.
Gently, but you were.
Was it that obvious?
To me.
I... help Mr. Scanlon.
He's very worried
about these communists.
He knows I make friends fast,
so he gets me to talk
to new employees
to see if they're... inclined.
- Do you think I'm a communist?
- No.
I don't. And I told
that to Mr. Scanlon.
Was Henry Logan one?
Not that I know of.
Have you found any communists?
Because I'm just curious
to know information about them.
OK.
I can introduce you.
Maggots.
- Maggots.
- What do you know about 'em?
- Clearly not as much as you.
- They're what flies eggs
hatch into.
Yeah, I did know that.
Well, flies like to lay
their eggs in places
where there's food for their
tiny little maggots to eat
when they hatch. Places like
dead things with open wounds
and flies smell death,
so they're right there.
What does that have
to do with Henry Logan?
In the autopsy,
the pathologist discovered
a knife wound.
He was stabbed to death?
Yes, and in that wound
were maggots. Burnt ones,
from the explosion fire.
That means that the flies
laid their eggs and they
hatched before Logan exploded.
Henry Logan couldn't have
made that phone call to you.
Unless he made it
from beyond the grave.
Who's askin'?
My name is Mary Shaw,
and I was hoping
to ask you a few questions.
About what?
- Your horse and an explosion.
- What are you talking about?
Your horse was drawing
a wagon that exploded
down at Conroyd Industries,
and I know that
because it threw a shoe there,
which I traced back here.
I'm sure you see how that looks.
I have nothing to do with
any explosions. Are you a cop?
Well I'm a m...
it's complicated.
I'm a morality officer
slash private detective.
That is complicated.
Now, what was your horse doing
down at Conroyd Industries?
Listen, I'm not sure, but...
yesterday, Murph and I
were doing our rounds
and then, well, I guess
I must've fallen asleep.
- These things happen.
- When I got up, he was gone.
- Gone?
- Yeah. I thought,
"Hell, somebody stole my horse
right out from under me."
Didn't know how I was gonna make
ends meet. And lo and behold,
Murph comes wandering back home.
That horse has got
an incredible memory,
especially for places
people give him treats.
And where exactly
on your route did this happen?
Just off of Parliament
on... Spruce.
Mr. Wilkins... I have
a proposition for you.
- I'm so glad you could attend our meeting.
- I'm looking forward
to finding out even more about
the Women's Peace Cooperative.
Would you like to take home
some deviled eggs?
Not tonight, thanks.
So they're
the agitators Mr. Scanlon
was so desperately looking for.
I searched high and low
until I found them.
Yeah. Not what you
expected to find.
They weren't trying
to burn anything down
or ruin society.
Just some women who are looking
for a better place to work.
Their roots are in
the suffragette movement.
Getting the vote for women
was everything to them.
Now they're trying
to change the world
through peaceful means.
It just made sense to me,
so I joined.
You never told Mr. Scanlon?
Of course not.
I don't know what happened
to poor Henry Logan or
to Mr. Conroyd...
but these people didn't do it.
So they bogeyman behind the
attack on Conroyd and his family
was a ladies church group?
Yeah. Don't forget,
they also supposedly
murdered Henry Logan.
Do you trust Zelda? I mean,
she is a mole after all.
You know, I think she's just a young
woman who tried to please her boss.
Well, if Henry Logan was dead, then... then
who called me? And why is Henry Logan dead?
Look, I hear bookkeeper,
I think fraud.
But was he in on it or did he
just find out about it?
Either way, someone
wants to blame
his death on the communists.
And that makes me wonder if
the home invasion was a setup.
- Where's Bart?
- I'm filling in for him today.
- This is nonsense.
- Mr. Conroyd,
I can assure you, we have
very good reason to believe
that communists had nothing
to do with these events.
- Based on...
- Our investigation.
What if I were to tell you
that I could name
every single person in your
factory who is a communist?
- They'd be let go.
- Well, I'm guessing that is
the very least that'd happen.
Look, I paid you-
- To find out who attacked
you and your family,
and in my professional opinion,
it was not communists.
Then who?
Whoever it was, they knew
your home very well.
This is ridiculous!
It was communists, damn it!
Mr. Conroyd, you're succumbing
to the Red Scare.
Your irrationality
is blinding you to the truth.
And Henry Logan.
How do you explain his murder?
I can't. Not yet. But I will.
And in the meantime,
I need a list of everyone
who's been in and out of your
house over the last few months.
Some unsolicited advice...
don't let communists
become your white whale.
Not hungry?
Just all these goingson...
They've gotten me upset,
I suppose.
You know, Zelda,
I don't think you've been
entirely truthful with me.
What do you mean?
And I haven't been truthful
with you. So, why don't we
both fess up. It'll
make us feel better.
- You think?
- I do. And I'll go first.
I'm a private detective.
I've been working undercover here to try
to figure out who attacked Mr. Conroyd.
How could you? I trusted you!
And I haven't
said a word. In fact,
I'm sure the Women's Peace
Cooperative had nothing
to do with this.
But something is going on
and I need your help to try
to get to the bottom of things.
Please, Zelda. Help me.
Trust me.
Just start from the beginning.
Back home, we were poor.
I saved and saved to come
to Toronto to get a job.
My mother said I was a fool,
but I came anyway.
And it was difficult.
Lots of gals like me,
looking for work.
I was ready to
pack it all in and go home
when I finally found this job.
Then what happened?
I worked very hard, and...
Mr. Scanlon took a shine to me.
And I suppose
I liked the praise.
And then one day,
he told me he wanted
to take me for dinner.
He seduced you.
He was successful and rich...
and wanted little ol' me
from Grafton...
but he was married to a shrew.
They all are.
He said that he was leaving her,
but he just had to arrange
some things first.
And I was so happy
I would've done
anything for him.
So when he asked for help with
the troublemakers at the plant,
I was happy.
But he never left her.
Looking back...
I just wished I'd believed
in myself a little more.
All you did was
fall in love with someone.
It happens.
All I wanted was
what my mother and grandmother
never had... freedom.
Why are you
stopping here, boy?
This isn't one of your stops.
Hello?
That's right.
Do you have a theory?
I do.
I think that the bomber
wanted the whole affair
to look like
the Wall Street bombing.
And for that, he needed a horse.
One that would be untraceable
to him if killed in the
explosion. So he stole Murph.
I didn't realize you guys
were on a firstname basis.
We're old friends now.
Anyway, I suspect they
saw Murph walking past
with his drunken owner asleep
at the reins and they thought,
"Well, I'll just unbridle this
horse and bring him back here.
The drunken sot will
never know what happened."
They fed him some grain
and Murph never forgets a treat.
So when I did the route
with him, he came back here
- looking for more.
- And by here,
you mean where it appears
Henry Logan was killed.
There's a lot of flies...
looking for somewhere
to lay their eggs.
I think
the body and the explosives
were loaded into the wagon.
Murph was driven
down to the Conroyd plant,
and then... boom.
Hey...
this looks like hog hair.
The same as what was used
to tie up the Conroyds.
So this carriage house
was used twice.
Once for the killing
and another time
as part of the attack
on the Conroyd house.
We need to find out
who owns this place.
I did some asking
while you were on your way over.
The owner died
and the house has been
unoccupied for over a year.
Do you have a name?
Wilbur Higgins.
Miss Higgins.
Detective. Still working
on the case?
Yeah. It turns out there's
been a new development.
The rope that was used
to tie you up,
the same rope was found
in a carriage house that was
once owned by a Wilbur Higgins.
That's your uncle,
as it turns out.
- Isn't that a coincidence.
- It is, yeah,
but that's not all.
A man named Henry Logan
was murdered in that
carriage house. His body...
I had nothing to do with that.
Just tell me the truth, Fern.
It's better me than the police.
- I let them in.
- Who were they?
I don't know. My job
was just to let them in.
I didn't want to know, either.
Go on.
They tied me up to make me
look like a victim,
but nothing bad was going
to happen to the Conroyds.
They were just gonna take them
into the woods and leave them.
They'd have gotten loose
and been able to get to safety.
It was just to make it
look like communists did it.
And who came up with this plan?
Richard Scanlon.
Did Conroyd know?
So why did you do this?
Richard often came here
to visit with Mr. Conroy.
One day, he came
into the kitchen,
started talking sweet to me.
And the next thing you know,
we were... Well, you can guess.
Mhm.
It's like listening to my story!
He used her,
just like he used me!
Why would he do this?
We think there might
have been some fraud
going on at the plant.
Either Henry was in on it with
Scanlon or he discovered it.
It doesn't really matter.
Something happened
between them.
Scanlon wanted Henry dead
and the communists
were the perfect cover.
But why attack Mr. Conroyd?
Conroyd was so rabidly anticommunist
Scanlon knew he'd blame them.
Henry's murder would just seem
like a further escalation.
So Mr. Scanlon deliberately
tried to make me part of it.
He tried to make
all of us a part of it.
I once thought, "Gosh."
"It sure would be something
for me to get a job."
And I did that.
But I let myself
be taken advantage of.
- We have a plan. But we need your help.
- Count me in.
Starting right now,
no one uses me again.
Trudy, Jacob was
looking for you the other day.
- Did he find you?
- He did.
He was pretty upset.
He told me what was
going on at home.
He shouldn't have told you that.
I kind of made him.
- What's this?
- A bonus.
You can't do this!
Well, the good thing
about being your own boss
is you can do whatever you want!
Thank you.
I'm gonna pay this back.
Take your time.
Why aren't you
wearing your uniform?
- We need to talk.
- Now is not a good time.
Maybe it's a good time
for your wife to listen.
I know. I've not been around.
But with everything
that's been going on...
Maybe we can go away together
next week. I have a business
trip in Niagara Falls. Have you
ever been to Niagara Falls? No.
It's really quite something.
Very romantic.
Now, what do you
want to talk about?
I have an admission.
- Admission?
- Henry Logan and I
had a little indiscretion.
- What?
- Don't act surprised.
Did you think I was just gonna
sit around waiting for you?
Well, I suppose
I can forgive you.
I'm not looking for forgiveness.
Henry told me
he kept a second set of books.
- What are you talking about?
- Henry didn't trust you.
So he kept some insurance
in case something might happen.
Here's the thing.
If you don't want
anyone else to know,
you're gonna set me up for life
in that little white house with
the neat fence we talked about.
I didn't think you
had it in you.
I'm a modern gal.
It'll take me some time
to get the money.
This is the deal.
You take it and go.
If I ever see you again...
Believe me, you won't.
You wanted to see me,
Mr. Scanlon?
Yes. It's about
our friend, Zelda.
She seems to have got
this notion in her head that I had
something to do with Henry Logan's death.
You? You wouldn't
do something like that.
Something about a second set
of books and skimming.
Now frankly, Zelda doesn't
have the brains to come up
with a theory like that,
so I'm wondering where she
came up with that idea.
Who are you? I'm just a gal
who's trying to make a living.
You don't want to tell me.
That's fine.
But if I'm going to lose
everything, so are you.
No, she isn't.
You're working together.
That makes sense. You're a team.
Keeping all these young women
you seduced happy
must be very expensive.
Ladies?
And I bet there are more
than just Zelda and Fern.
That's why you were stealing from
Conroyd Industries, to pay for it all.
You have a problem, all right.
It's not communists, but you
tried to pin it on them.
I guess you've
got it all worked out.
It's a pity I'm
the one with the gun.
You wanted to know
who the communists were?
There's your answer.
You're not gonna kill us all.
In fact, you're not
gonna hurt anyone.
Nothing but girl problems
for you.
Flo! You look fantastic!
Something special planned?
Yes, as a matter of fact.
With your new friend?
Actually, with another
new friend.
How scandalous! I love it!
I just thought you should know
the police came to the morgue.
The blood in the carriage house
was Henry Logan's.
Dick Scanlon's done for.
Good to know.
Also, they arrested
a couple exPinkerton goons.
Hired to rough up
the Conroyds, I'm guessing.
Exactly. You know, Frankie,
I've spent a lot of time alone
over the last few years.
The morgue, school.
I just wanted to be by myself.
Flo, losing someone
like you did,
I can only imagine.
I appreciate yours
and Trudy's friendship.
I appreciate feeling
like I'm a part of something.
Well, strength in numbers,
as they say.
Hello, Murph.
You are the hero of the day.
A hero deserves a reward.
- You get that case solved?
- We did indeed,
Mr. Wilkins. I just came by
to thank you.
Well, to thank both of you
for your help. I was just
glad to be of service.
Mr. Wilkins...
with Murph's bad hoof,
what's to become of him?
Well, he's doing fine now,
but if it gets much worse,
I could have to put him down.
Well, might you retire him
before that?
I can't afford to keep
a horse that doesn't work.
Well... if it comes to that,
I could take him off your hands.
You don't strike me
as part of the horsey set.
Well, Murph and I did get on
exceptionally well.
And he isn't just
any old horse, now is he?
No. No, he certainly isn't.
You know, we might just
be able to work something out.
Do you hear that?
- So how did it go?
- You know, until today,
I never thought it'd be possible to actually
have a discussion with a group of communists.
You need to stop thinking of
them as some political ideology.
You're not slow to offer
your opinion, Miss Drake.
- When needed.
- So what do you suggest?
Consider them your employees
asking to be treated fairly.
We've always treated
our employees fairly.
Do you pay the same wage
to the women as you do the men?
- Of course not.
- Well, maybe that's the first thing you should consider.
- That's unheard of!
- I heard Conroyd Industries
is a forwardlooking company.
Well, if the war hadn't
happened, there wouldn't
be women working in the plant,
but they've proven capable.
Times change.
I suppose they do.
So... what's next?
The Women's Peace Cooperative
opened my eyes.
- Did it?
- I wanna help.
I wanna make a difference.
- How will you do that?
- There's a lot of factories
that could be better
places to work.
I'm gonna teach workers
about their rights
and how to stand up
for themselves. I know
it sounds pie in the sky.
Not at all!
Who would've thought?
Zelda Purser - from farm girl
to union organizer.
You know, this time,
you're not talking me
out of chicken feet.
I wouldn't dare try.
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advantage of a day out.
Just passin' the time.
"Passing time."
Is that what we're calling it?
- OK, knock it off now.
- Sorry to make you wait.
It took us longer to wrap
things up than we thought.
- Thanks for doing this, Flo.
- Well...
I like the morgue,
but this is a nice change.
Did you get a picture
of the suspect?
I did. And I had that fellow
print a photo, just like
you asked. I think I could've
done better with the framing.
This is who has been sneaking
in to breed with Mrs. Timmons'
Great Dane?
Don't underestimate him.
He's small but determined.
I don't know, I think
the composition is challenging.
Really? Thank you.
You know, I do some of the shots
down at the morgue.
It's a real art to put together
a shot that's the...
There is someone
in that house with a gun.
- A gun?
- They have a stocking
over their head. You take the
back, I'm gonna go to the front.
- Do I get a gun?
- No!
Look, whatever
you want, we'll pay it!
Sh.
Come on!
Come on!
Go, go, go!
Flo, what the hell
were you thinking?
I suspect an adrenaline rush
overcame better judgment,
so I wasn't thinking. - Never do that again.
- Trust me, it's not a problem.
Just what were
private detectives doing
in this neighbourhood?
Were you spying on me?
Well, that is quite
an accusation, Mr. Conroyd.
Well, as you witnessed, I have
good reason to be cautious.
It was an unrelated case
which is now resolved.
Yeah, fortunate for us.
Thank you
for saving our family.
It was a group effort.
Prohibition makes little sense
at the best of times
and right now, it makes none.
Single malt, directly from
Scotland. Do you care for some?
How can I say no?
I'll get right to the point.
I want to hire you to find
the bastards who did this.
All right. Well, let's
start with the obvious.
Who would want to harm you
or your family?
I can do better than that.
I know precisely who they are.
- You do?
- Communists. Anarchists.
Union agitators.
Why would communists
want to hurt your family?
At worst,
to make an example of capitalist
swine by killing us.
- And at the least?
- To intimidate me.
We've been having problems with
them at my factory for months.
Well, that is quite
a leap from labour unrest
to attempted murder.
Yeah, but it's been growing
progressively worse. We even
called in the Pinkertons,
but their speciality
is administering beatings,
not weeding out extremists.
They got nowhere.
Right. Is this the rope
that you were bound with?
Yeah. It cut into my wrists.
Looks like hair. Maybe hog.
I wouldn't know.
One last question.
Besides our stellar abilities,
why do you think we'll have more
success than other agencies?
Well, I think your team could
move amongst our employees in a
way that other detectives can't.
Communists?
I thought the police cracked
down on them back in 1919.
There was some excuse
to round them up.
Association with
unlawful organizations
advocating force to change
the government of Canada.
Or something like that.
I guess it forced them
to go underground.
Yeah. I mean, who can blame
them? A lot of these workers
came back from the war
only to end up
earning peanuts in factories
owned by war profiteers.
Yeah, if you made it back.
And what if you're one
of those women went to work
to support the effort?
Then you made half the amount
that the men did
or you lost your job.
Try being black.
- Spoken like a true Bolshevik.
- I decided to keep
- my politics to myself.
- What?
An opinionated black woman
isn't always appreciated?
- Not always.
- Well, regardless,
a political stance is no excuse
for attempted murder.
- So what's our first step?
- Well...
let's find out why Mr. Conroyd
believes we are the ones
best suited for this case.
What Mr. Conroyd
was referring to
is that Conroyd Industries
employs a very large number of
female employees. Most of them
came to us during the war,
and then when their husbands
didn't return... It wasn't women
behind the attacks, Mr. Scanlon.
There are men working here
too, in shipping and receiving.
Not a lot, but a few.
And you think
that there are communists
amongst your employees?
Absolutely. We can't
just bust heads
and get rid of them. The general
strikes in Winnipeg and Boston
taught us that.
So what will you do?
- Negotiate?
- Ha ha ha! Lord, no.
We just need to be more clever
in eradicating them.
Conroyd Industries is a very
forwardthinking company.
Well, if they are responsible...
- They are.
- If they are responsible,
then we will get
to the bottom of things.
I'm counting on it.
Well, call me
if you need anything.
Of course.
You must be the new girl.
Clara Pavey!
Hello there.
You gave me
a terrible start, Detective.
- I'm sorry, Miss Higgins.
- Fern.
I was wondering if we could talk
about what happened this morning.
There's not much to tell.
I was working at the table
and the next thing I knew, there
was a man standing in the doorway.
Which doorway?
- The inside one.
- Not from the backyard?
No...
Did you get a look at him?
Even just the slightest glimpse
- under his mask.
- Wish I had.
What about any... any markings,
tattoos or scars?
Nothing like that.
Did he say anything? Maybe he had an
accent, or used a specific turn of phrase?
Nothing, but it was
clear what he wanted.
It all happened so fast, I... I
didn't even have time to scream.
Thank you.
I was just reading the Daily and the
next thing I knew, a man was there.
He hit me, and... I don't really
know what happened after that.
Does your father
have any enemies?
- I thought Communists were responsible.
- I like to keep an open mind.
So what you
really want are the skeletons
in the family closet.
Just the ones
that come back to haunt.
Well, my father has a mistress.
Probably one in a long line.
I'm sure he has a number
of business enemies.
My mother's good
for half a bottle a day.
She'll soon be off
to her annual "dry out."
It's nothing unusual
for the Rosedale set.
Well, I appreciate your candour.
If you think of anything else,
please get in touch.
It must have gone very well
with Mr. Scanlon.
I don't remember him ever
hiring a gal as quickly as you.
Well, I just told him
I needed a job
and he seemed to appreciate it.
It's nice to have
someone new to chat with.
I'm Zelda.
People call me a talkietooter
but I always get my work done.
I saw you when you came in.
Gosh, you dress nice.
I like to try to be
real up on things too.
And your shoes
- are so pretty.
- Thanks.
Hey, do you know anything
about this terrible rumour
that someone tried to kill
Mr. Conroyd and his family?
- Isn't it awful?
- I heard it was Communists.
You heard that too?
Word is they may even
be working right here
at the plant.
Go on! Not here!
I don't think they are,
but this whole business
has gotten me to wondering.
Have you ever met a Communist?
Never! But I have
my eyes and ears open
you can be sure of that.
That's good to hear.
Me too.
Nice meeting you.
Nice to meet you too.
All right!
That's it! It's break time!
- Can I come in?
- Of course.
- I just want to apologize.
- For what?
For getting in the way
back at the Conroyd house.
Flo, you don't
need to apologize.
Still, I want to make it up to
you so I did some asking around
about your case. I hope you don't mind.
Not at all.
You see, I made a friend while
I was working on your dog case.
That man that I
saw you speaking with?
He works
at Mrs. Timmons' household.
My first friend since Herb
didn't make it back.
Good for you.
Anyway, he knows
all the dirt in Rosedale,
so he told me
about the Conroyds:
The husband's affairs, the wife's drinking
problem. And the son's a layabout.
Flo, I knew this already,
but I don't think it's relevant.
But thank you.
He also told me
about a vehicle
that was parked in the alley
a couple of times
over the last few weeks.
They were casing the place,
planning the attack.
But you know
what bothers me, Flo?
The getaway vehicle
was parked in the alleyway.
- So?
- So there was a clear path
from the alleyway to
the kitchen, yet the attackers
used an entirely different path
that left them exposed.
That doesn't make sense.
No, it doesn't.
Drake Private Detectives.
Speaking.
Well, who is this?
You gotta go.
Hey, buddy.
What are you doing here?
What the heck happened?
You know, I've never been
in an actual explosion before.
It's like this...
concussion wave
that just... takes the breath
right out of you.
Thank God you weren't killed.
Well, I think that was
the point. I was lured there.
What are the cops thinking?
Industrial sabotage
by disgruntled employees.
Not the attempt
to kill the private detective
hired by the owner? What about you?
What did you make out?
The plant gossip
introduced herself.
Zelda. I brought up communists
and she flinched.
- You think she's red?
- You know, I got the impression
that everyone down there just
wants better working conditions.
That doesn't
make them a communist.
- She found you. That's convenient.
- My thoughts exactly.
I'm gonna try to see if there's
something else on her. And you?
I'm gonna stay here and soak.
And then I'm gonna catch
whoever tried to blow me up.
Mama! What are you doing here?
I can't visit
my daughter at work?
Of course, but you
don't like what I do,
so it makes me wonder
what you really want.
Don't start acting
all detective on me.
Well?
We're in a bit of a spot.
- What do you mean?
- Your father...
that logging camp he's
been working at up north,
it just up and went
out of business.
- What?
- And they're not paying him
three month's salary.
Trudy, I can't pay
the rent this month.
It's OK. I have money saved up.
- I didn't want to burden you.
- Mama, it's not a burden.
And if we need any more help,
we could always go to the bank.
Banks don't help people like us.
It's just until he
can find another job.
The Clark family's gotten
through way worse than this.
Mhm.
I'm telling you, Mr. Conroyd,
it's a slippery slope.
First they ask
for these maternity days
and then where does it end?
That's right. The Reds
are putting these ideas
in their heads. And what happens
when they don't get their way?
Remember what happened
in the Weston plant?
Precisely. We can't
let that happen here.
Don't worry. We'll find them
and we'll deal with them.
You know, Frankie,
I just had no idea
how interesting explosions are.
So for instance,
there's something called
a blast seat and...
Well, what's this?
Turkish coffee.
Very exotic.
And very strong.
The explosion?
Right.
All the usual things
are being investigated.
What was the explosive?
Where was it bought?
But here's the big thing.
There was a body
in the wreckage.
- Has it been identified?
- Yes. It was a Conroyd employee
named Henry Logan.
He was a bookkeeper there.
So Henry Logan contacts me
because he can name communists,
but then someone kills him to
prevent him from talking to me.
Well, how did he know
about the communists?
- He must've known somehow.
- Maybe he was one
and he was trying
to rat them out.
Or he was killed for
an entirely different reason.
Well, there is one more thing.
The explosion with the horse
and the wagon,
it's an almost exact duplication
of the 1920 communist attack
on the Wall Street.
- Stock Exchange.
- Horse...
A horse may have
saved my life last night.
So when I arrived
last night, the horse
was just wandering around.
I'm sure it was the same horse
that was leading the wagon.
I stopped to take a look
and then the wagon exploded.
So you think the horse
was trying to warn you?
But how did it get loose?
Maybe it was someone with
a heart and they unbridled it.
A murderer with a soft spot
for animals?
Either way, this horse
might be able to lead us
to whoever did this.
But it's a horse.
Trudy and I are
following leads right now.
Do you have time to take a look?
Well, I do have a few days off.
- Great!
- But how?
There are an awful lot
of horses in this city,
you know.
Well, this might
give you a head start.
I'm guessing the horse
kicked off this shoe
- as he ran off.
- Oddlooking.
All the more reason
that a blacksmith
might be able to recognize it.
Do you like horses? To look at.
Perfect!
Jacob, what are you doing here?
Frankie told me
where you were. I thought
you might need a lunch. Thanks.
Think I could get a job here?
Why would you want to do that?
To make some money
for Ma and Pa.
Mommy and Daddy
don't want you working.
They want you in school,
getting an education.
But they need my help.
Landlord wants two months' rent
now that Pa's out of a job.
That's crazy.
Yeah, and Mom's really worried
but she tries not to let on.
Look. Everything's
gonna be OK. All right?
I'll figure something out.
It's time for you to go.
I'm working undercover.
Just don't say anything.
Understood?
- Yeah. Of course.
- And you...
stay in school.
Mind if I join you?
No, not at all.
- You seem a bit off.
- It's just this business
about Henry from accounting.
They found his body
in the wreckage.
Did you know him?
Only to see, but still.
Mr. Scanlon's sure
it's the communists.
Man. First the owner
and then Henry?
The police have been accusing
everyone around here.
I even heard they beat up
some guy in receiving.
Some people are good
at hiding what they really are.
- Yes, they are.
- I'll tell you what.
Why don't you and me go
somewhere fun tonight?
Us?
- Is that a problem?
- No...
No, I didn't mean it
that way. It's just...
I try to be a proper gal and...
I'd love to.
Good!
Excuse me.
Excuse me?
- Can I help you, Miss?
- Yes, I'm looking for a horse.
This isn't a stable.
I can't help you.
It's not just any horse.
I'm looking for a horse
that's suffering from laminitis.
You know your way
around horses, do you?
No...
but I've been to 11
other blacksmiths today
and they all told me
that that's what kind of horse
wears this sort of shoe.
And I guess I'll be the 12th
blacksmith who can't help you.
I've got better things
to do with my time.
I've had a very frustrating
day, and I would very much
appreciate your cooperation. You're a
morality officer. What are you going to do?
How about I wait
outside your shop
until the next time you try
to shoe a horse on a Sunday?
And then I will charge you
with violating
the Lord's Day Act.
You're kidding.
- I do not kid.
- No, I suppose you don't.
Yeah, I made this one.
In fact, I can tell you
exactly which horse it was.
Are you kidding me? Well, that
wasn't so difficult, was it?
Drake Private Detectives.
Frankie, you have got
to get down here.
- Flo? What's wrong?
- It's about that body
in the explosion. I've never seen
anything like it before. What about it?
Just get down here!
I've never been to the Ward.
- Really?
- Good girls aren't
supposed to go down there.
- You know, Jews and Chinese...
- Coloureds.
I've never met
any of them before either.
Until you.
I just heard what people say.
How long have you
lived in Toronto?
Almost two years.
I'm from Grafton. It's about two
hours east of here on the train.
Have you ever
had Chinese food before?
No. Do they really
have chicken feet?
Yes, but I would consider
starting with the chop suey. OK.
Excuse me.
What just happened?
That's Bart Wilkins,
our milkman. He gets soused
most days and passes out.
Everyone just takes their milk
and leaves the money they owe.
But he was asleep
and the horse just... stopped.
Murph, that's the name
of the horse,
he's walked that route
every day for four years.
So you're saying he knows
all the stops by heart?
Yeah. If it wasn't
for that horse,
Bart'd be out of a job long ago.
It's a day of firsts for me.
Never been in the Ward
or a Chinese restaurant
or a speakeasy.
To firsts.
To firsts.
You didn't just become friendly
and chatty with me
by accident, did you?
What do you mean?
Of course I did.
No... I think you
were prying for information.
Gently, but you were.
Was it that obvious?
To me.
I... help Mr. Scanlon.
He's very worried
about these communists.
He knows I make friends fast,
so he gets me to talk
to new employees
to see if they're... inclined.
- Do you think I'm a communist?
- No.
I don't. And I told
that to Mr. Scanlon.
Was Henry Logan one?
Not that I know of.
Have you found any communists?
Because I'm just curious
to know information about them.
OK.
I can introduce you.
Maggots.
- Maggots.
- What do you know about 'em?
- Clearly not as much as you.
- They're what flies eggs
hatch into.
Yeah, I did know that.
Well, flies like to lay
their eggs in places
where there's food for their
tiny little maggots to eat
when they hatch. Places like
dead things with open wounds
and flies smell death,
so they're right there.
What does that have
to do with Henry Logan?
In the autopsy,
the pathologist discovered
a knife wound.
He was stabbed to death?
Yes, and in that wound
were maggots. Burnt ones,
from the explosion fire.
That means that the flies
laid their eggs and they
hatched before Logan exploded.
Henry Logan couldn't have
made that phone call to you.
Unless he made it
from beyond the grave.
Who's askin'?
My name is Mary Shaw,
and I was hoping
to ask you a few questions.
About what?
- Your horse and an explosion.
- What are you talking about?
Your horse was drawing
a wagon that exploded
down at Conroyd Industries,
and I know that
because it threw a shoe there,
which I traced back here.
I'm sure you see how that looks.
I have nothing to do with
any explosions. Are you a cop?
Well I'm a m...
it's complicated.
I'm a morality officer
slash private detective.
That is complicated.
Now, what was your horse doing
down at Conroyd Industries?
Listen, I'm not sure, but...
yesterday, Murph and I
were doing our rounds
and then, well, I guess
I must've fallen asleep.
- These things happen.
- When I got up, he was gone.
- Gone?
- Yeah. I thought,
"Hell, somebody stole my horse
right out from under me."
Didn't know how I was gonna make
ends meet. And lo and behold,
Murph comes wandering back home.
That horse has got
an incredible memory,
especially for places
people give him treats.
And where exactly
on your route did this happen?
Just off of Parliament
on... Spruce.
Mr. Wilkins... I have
a proposition for you.
- I'm so glad you could attend our meeting.
- I'm looking forward
to finding out even more about
the Women's Peace Cooperative.
Would you like to take home
some deviled eggs?
Not tonight, thanks.
So they're
the agitators Mr. Scanlon
was so desperately looking for.
I searched high and low
until I found them.
Yeah. Not what you
expected to find.
They weren't trying
to burn anything down
or ruin society.
Just some women who are looking
for a better place to work.
Their roots are in
the suffragette movement.
Getting the vote for women
was everything to them.
Now they're trying
to change the world
through peaceful means.
It just made sense to me,
so I joined.
You never told Mr. Scanlon?
Of course not.
I don't know what happened
to poor Henry Logan or
to Mr. Conroyd...
but these people didn't do it.
So they bogeyman behind the
attack on Conroyd and his family
was a ladies church group?
Yeah. Don't forget,
they also supposedly
murdered Henry Logan.
Do you trust Zelda? I mean,
she is a mole after all.
You know, I think she's just a young
woman who tried to please her boss.
Well, if Henry Logan was dead, then... then
who called me? And why is Henry Logan dead?
Look, I hear bookkeeper,
I think fraud.
But was he in on it or did he
just find out about it?
Either way, someone
wants to blame
his death on the communists.
And that makes me wonder if
the home invasion was a setup.
- Where's Bart?
- I'm filling in for him today.
- This is nonsense.
- Mr. Conroyd,
I can assure you, we have
very good reason to believe
that communists had nothing
to do with these events.
- Based on...
- Our investigation.
What if I were to tell you
that I could name
every single person in your
factory who is a communist?
- They'd be let go.
- Well, I'm guessing that is
the very least that'd happen.
Look, I paid you-
- To find out who attacked
you and your family,
and in my professional opinion,
it was not communists.
Then who?
Whoever it was, they knew
your home very well.
This is ridiculous!
It was communists, damn it!
Mr. Conroyd, you're succumbing
to the Red Scare.
Your irrationality
is blinding you to the truth.
And Henry Logan.
How do you explain his murder?
I can't. Not yet. But I will.
And in the meantime,
I need a list of everyone
who's been in and out of your
house over the last few months.
Some unsolicited advice...
don't let communists
become your white whale.
Not hungry?
Just all these goingson...
They've gotten me upset,
I suppose.
You know, Zelda,
I don't think you've been
entirely truthful with me.
What do you mean?
And I haven't been truthful
with you. So, why don't we
both fess up. It'll
make us feel better.
- You think?
- I do. And I'll go first.
I'm a private detective.
I've been working undercover here to try
to figure out who attacked Mr. Conroyd.
How could you? I trusted you!
And I haven't
said a word. In fact,
I'm sure the Women's Peace
Cooperative had nothing
to do with this.
But something is going on
and I need your help to try
to get to the bottom of things.
Please, Zelda. Help me.
Trust me.
Just start from the beginning.
Back home, we were poor.
I saved and saved to come
to Toronto to get a job.
My mother said I was a fool,
but I came anyway.
And it was difficult.
Lots of gals like me,
looking for work.
I was ready to
pack it all in and go home
when I finally found this job.
Then what happened?
I worked very hard, and...
Mr. Scanlon took a shine to me.
And I suppose
I liked the praise.
And then one day,
he told me he wanted
to take me for dinner.
He seduced you.
He was successful and rich...
and wanted little ol' me
from Grafton...
but he was married to a shrew.
They all are.
He said that he was leaving her,
but he just had to arrange
some things first.
And I was so happy
I would've done
anything for him.
So when he asked for help with
the troublemakers at the plant,
I was happy.
But he never left her.
Looking back...
I just wished I'd believed
in myself a little more.
All you did was
fall in love with someone.
It happens.
All I wanted was
what my mother and grandmother
never had... freedom.
Why are you
stopping here, boy?
This isn't one of your stops.
Hello?
That's right.
Do you have a theory?
I do.
I think that the bomber
wanted the whole affair
to look like
the Wall Street bombing.
And for that, he needed a horse.
One that would be untraceable
to him if killed in the
explosion. So he stole Murph.
I didn't realize you guys
were on a firstname basis.
We're old friends now.
Anyway, I suspect they
saw Murph walking past
with his drunken owner asleep
at the reins and they thought,
"Well, I'll just unbridle this
horse and bring him back here.
The drunken sot will
never know what happened."
They fed him some grain
and Murph never forgets a treat.
So when I did the route
with him, he came back here
- looking for more.
- And by here,
you mean where it appears
Henry Logan was killed.
There's a lot of flies...
looking for somewhere
to lay their eggs.
I think
the body and the explosives
were loaded into the wagon.
Murph was driven
down to the Conroyd plant,
and then... boom.
Hey...
this looks like hog hair.
The same as what was used
to tie up the Conroyds.
So this carriage house
was used twice.
Once for the killing
and another time
as part of the attack
on the Conroyd house.
We need to find out
who owns this place.
I did some asking
while you were on your way over.
The owner died
and the house has been
unoccupied for over a year.
Do you have a name?
Wilbur Higgins.
Miss Higgins.
Detective. Still working
on the case?
Yeah. It turns out there's
been a new development.
The rope that was used
to tie you up,
the same rope was found
in a carriage house that was
once owned by a Wilbur Higgins.
That's your uncle,
as it turns out.
- Isn't that a coincidence.
- It is, yeah,
but that's not all.
A man named Henry Logan
was murdered in that
carriage house. His body...
I had nothing to do with that.
Just tell me the truth, Fern.
It's better me than the police.
- I let them in.
- Who were they?
I don't know. My job
was just to let them in.
I didn't want to know, either.
Go on.
They tied me up to make me
look like a victim,
but nothing bad was going
to happen to the Conroyds.
They were just gonna take them
into the woods and leave them.
They'd have gotten loose
and been able to get to safety.
It was just to make it
look like communists did it.
And who came up with this plan?
Richard Scanlon.
Did Conroyd know?
So why did you do this?
Richard often came here
to visit with Mr. Conroy.
One day, he came
into the kitchen,
started talking sweet to me.
And the next thing you know,
we were... Well, you can guess.
Mhm.
It's like listening to my story!
He used her,
just like he used me!
Why would he do this?
We think there might
have been some fraud
going on at the plant.
Either Henry was in on it with
Scanlon or he discovered it.
It doesn't really matter.
Something happened
between them.
Scanlon wanted Henry dead
and the communists
were the perfect cover.
But why attack Mr. Conroyd?
Conroyd was so rabidly anticommunist
Scanlon knew he'd blame them.
Henry's murder would just seem
like a further escalation.
So Mr. Scanlon deliberately
tried to make me part of it.
He tried to make
all of us a part of it.
I once thought, "Gosh."
"It sure would be something
for me to get a job."
And I did that.
But I let myself
be taken advantage of.
- We have a plan. But we need your help.
- Count me in.
Starting right now,
no one uses me again.
Trudy, Jacob was
looking for you the other day.
- Did he find you?
- He did.
He was pretty upset.
He told me what was
going on at home.
He shouldn't have told you that.
I kind of made him.
- What's this?
- A bonus.
You can't do this!
Well, the good thing
about being your own boss
is you can do whatever you want!
Thank you.
I'm gonna pay this back.
Take your time.
Why aren't you
wearing your uniform?
- We need to talk.
- Now is not a good time.
Maybe it's a good time
for your wife to listen.
I know. I've not been around.
But with everything
that's been going on...
Maybe we can go away together
next week. I have a business
trip in Niagara Falls. Have you
ever been to Niagara Falls? No.
It's really quite something.
Very romantic.
Now, what do you
want to talk about?
I have an admission.
- Admission?
- Henry Logan and I
had a little indiscretion.
- What?
- Don't act surprised.
Did you think I was just gonna
sit around waiting for you?
Well, I suppose
I can forgive you.
I'm not looking for forgiveness.
Henry told me
he kept a second set of books.
- What are you talking about?
- Henry didn't trust you.
So he kept some insurance
in case something might happen.
Here's the thing.
If you don't want
anyone else to know,
you're gonna set me up for life
in that little white house with
the neat fence we talked about.
I didn't think you
had it in you.
I'm a modern gal.
It'll take me some time
to get the money.
This is the deal.
You take it and go.
If I ever see you again...
Believe me, you won't.
You wanted to see me,
Mr. Scanlon?
Yes. It's about
our friend, Zelda.
She seems to have got
this notion in her head that I had
something to do with Henry Logan's death.
You? You wouldn't
do something like that.
Something about a second set
of books and skimming.
Now frankly, Zelda doesn't
have the brains to come up
with a theory like that,
so I'm wondering where she
came up with that idea.
Who are you? I'm just a gal
who's trying to make a living.
You don't want to tell me.
That's fine.
But if I'm going to lose
everything, so are you.
No, she isn't.
You're working together.
That makes sense. You're a team.
Keeping all these young women
you seduced happy
must be very expensive.
Ladies?
And I bet there are more
than just Zelda and Fern.
That's why you were stealing from
Conroyd Industries, to pay for it all.
You have a problem, all right.
It's not communists, but you
tried to pin it on them.
I guess you've
got it all worked out.
It's a pity I'm
the one with the gun.
You wanted to know
who the communists were?
There's your answer.
You're not gonna kill us all.
In fact, you're not
gonna hurt anyone.
Nothing but girl problems
for you.
Flo! You look fantastic!
Something special planned?
Yes, as a matter of fact.
With your new friend?
Actually, with another
new friend.
How scandalous! I love it!
I just thought you should know
the police came to the morgue.
The blood in the carriage house
was Henry Logan's.
Dick Scanlon's done for.
Good to know.
Also, they arrested
a couple exPinkerton goons.
Hired to rough up
the Conroyds, I'm guessing.
Exactly. You know, Frankie,
I've spent a lot of time alone
over the last few years.
The morgue, school.
I just wanted to be by myself.
Flo, losing someone
like you did,
I can only imagine.
I appreciate yours
and Trudy's friendship.
I appreciate feeling
like I'm a part of something.
Well, strength in numbers,
as they say.
Hello, Murph.
You are the hero of the day.
A hero deserves a reward.
- You get that case solved?
- We did indeed,
Mr. Wilkins. I just came by
to thank you.
Well, to thank both of you
for your help. I was just
glad to be of service.
Mr. Wilkins...
with Murph's bad hoof,
what's to become of him?
Well, he's doing fine now,
but if it gets much worse,
I could have to put him down.
Well, might you retire him
before that?
I can't afford to keep
a horse that doesn't work.
Well... if it comes to that,
I could take him off your hands.
You don't strike me
as part of the horsey set.
Well, Murph and I did get on
exceptionally well.
And he isn't just
any old horse, now is he?
No. No, he certainly isn't.
You know, we might just
be able to work something out.
Do you hear that?
- So how did it go?
- You know, until today,
I never thought it'd be possible to actually
have a discussion with a group of communists.
You need to stop thinking of
them as some political ideology.
You're not slow to offer
your opinion, Miss Drake.
- When needed.
- So what do you suggest?
Consider them your employees
asking to be treated fairly.
We've always treated
our employees fairly.
Do you pay the same wage
to the women as you do the men?
- Of course not.
- Well, maybe that's the first thing you should consider.
- That's unheard of!
- I heard Conroyd Industries
is a forwardlooking company.
Well, if the war hadn't
happened, there wouldn't
be women working in the plant,
but they've proven capable.
Times change.
I suppose they do.
So... what's next?
The Women's Peace Cooperative
opened my eyes.
- Did it?
- I wanna help.
I wanna make a difference.
- How will you do that?
- There's a lot of factories
that could be better
places to work.
I'm gonna teach workers
about their rights
and how to stand up
for themselves. I know
it sounds pie in the sky.
Not at all!
Who would've thought?
Zelda Purser - from farm girl
to union organizer.
You know, this time,
you're not talking me
out of chicken feet.
I wouldn't dare try.
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