Frankie Drake Mysteries (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Whisper Sisters - full transcript

Mm. Perfect timing!

Oh, finally!

So I adjusted the cardamom and
added a little bit more pepper.

- And orris root?
- Mhm!

Can't hide that one from me.

I think we have a winner.

Well, there are still two other batches

aging, so...

You know, this needs
a name. "The Trankie."

- You know, Trudy and Frankie.
- No!

What? It's better than Frudy!



It needs a name that sounds
more dangerous, like...

like "The Tranquilizer."

Oh. Well, that description fits.

Did you see

- the paper today?
- No.

I think there's something
you might wanna see.

Halfway down.

"Suspected mobster,
Giuseppe "Joe" Perry,

"was found dead in his Don Jail

- prison cell yesterday morning."
- Not much of a surprise.

"Few details were released,
but an unnamed source

suggested the cause
of death was suicide."

You know, Joe doesn't

strike me as a type
to take his own life.



I guess the odds were
stacked against him.

Well, he only has himself to blame.

Well...

- he had a way of growing on you.
- Yeah. You would know.

- You were with him.
- Yeah.

I was.

_

Hey, Harry Junior.

- Hi, Frankie.
- I hear you have a fast ball

that could strike out Babe Ruth.

My curve ball is better. 9 o'clock
- 12 o'clock rotation.

I look forward to seeing it.

Wendy!

- A pot of cold tea, please.
- Sure.

Your friend is on quite a roll today.

Mahjong!

She's cleaning house!

_

It's Harry Junior, Mom.

_

I can't believe how tall he's gotten.

He takes after his father.

Hey, kid!

What took you so long?
We don't have all day.

- Hung Fah...
- You look at me when I'm

- talking to you!
- Get your hands off my son.

- What's going on?
- I'm not quite sure.

You recognize them?

- You get back to your chores.
- But... _

- Yeah, Hung Fah. Listen to mother.
- Oh, lay off the kid, Joe.

Take the spittoons
outside and empty them.

Trudy... have we crossed paths

- with these gentlemen before?
- I don't think so.

I'd remember a face like that.

I'm Joe Perry. This is my brother, Gino.

Frankie. She's Trudy.

- Now, now, Joe.
- Don't be a flat tire, Gino.

Hey, if you girls aren't doing
anything later, come look me up.

Top floor of the Stuart Apartments.

I will treat you to some
fine, bewitching whiskey.

- None of this rot-gut.
- Oh, a modern woman

doesn't mind a little
bewitching, Mr. Perry.

- Not one bit.
- Well, I trust we have made

our position clear, Wendy.

If not, I'll leave
you a little reminder.

OK. Enough.

Let's go.

- What position was he referring to?
- Please, Frankie.

Leave it alone.

I think we'll be on our way.

- Places to go, things to do.
- Let's go have a chat

- with those clowns.
- Looking forward to it.

Get down!

Harry!

Hung Fah!

Hung Fah!

Hung Fah!

Who did this?

Someone in a Model T
Ford. I didn't see faces.

Those two men in your place just now,

could they have
something to do with this?

Joe and Gino Perry,

they're insisting that
I buy whiskey from them

but I can't. We get our booze

from the Petrillo family

and no one crosses the Petrillos.

So they shoot your place up to
intimidate you into doing this.

- Hey, come here.
- Yes, ma'am.

All right. You go with
them. I'm gonna handle this.

Frankie, I don't know what I'll do if...

It's gonna be OK. Just go.

Apparently, this was all
a message from the Perrys.

Actually, I'm not so sure about that.

- There's another body.
- Who?

Gino Perry. Shot three
times in the abdomen.

There was so much blood in
the cavity, they ladled it out

like they were dishin' up soup.

So I'm gonna hazard a
guess that the Perrys

were the targets, not
the shooters. What else?

Average body hair
distribution for an adult male.

Fascinating, but anything
that's going to help?

Gunpowder residue on his hand.

He returned fire. Anything else?

All I call tell you is
what's here in the report.

They never let me do
any of the fun stuff,

just toe tags and death certificates.

So if the Perrys were the
targets, who were the shooters?

Maybe the Petrillos thought
the Perrys were muscling in

- on their turf.
- Maybe. Did you hear

- anything else back at Quon's?
- A few nasty comments

about Italians and some
drunk woman who was sure

one of the guys in the
Model T was Lena's boyfriend.

Lena... Who's Lena?

Apparently some burlesque dancer

- at one of the clubs downtown.
- OK. You track down this Lena,

see if her boyfriend is part of
the Petrillo family. I'm gonna

track down Joe Perry. Maybe
he'll lead us to the shooter.

What do you care about a
bunch of mobsters killing

- each other off?
- I'm gonna find who

shot Wendy's boy and make
sure it never happens again.

I came as soon as I could.

What's so urgent? Possible robbery?

- Vanished yacht?
- Actually, I need your help

- finding someone.
- Oh! That sounds exciting.

She's a burlesque dancer.

And because I'm a
morality officer policing

the wayward women of Toronto,
you naturally thought of me.

- Precisely.
- So what's her name?

Lena, and she works at some
club downtown. Do you know her?

I know a Lena. I secured
her a nanny position

in a decent household and
for reasons I cannot fathom,

she resigned the
position which reflected

poorly on yours truly, I can assure you.

But you do know where she is?

Yes, and I can take you there...

- But it's on one condition.
- What's that?

I come with you on your investigation.

- No way, Mary.
- Trudy, all I have ever

wanted to be is a cop. A real
cop, not sort of a real cop!

This could be a chance to
prove myself. Just let me

come with you!

Can you drop

the morality officer routine?
And no measuring skirts.

- Let's go.
- But...

we have to do something
about that outfit first.

You never told me you
were such a good dancer.

Well, well.

If it isn't the Chinese cafe girl.

Frankie.

What are you doing here?

You said "Come by." Remember?

Did I?

I know about Gino.

I'm sorry.

Any idea who shot him?

You're not just some speakeasy broad

conning guys out of drinks, are you?

I'm a private detective.

- Private dick, huh?
- Whoever shot Gino

also shot my friend's kid,

so I'm guessing we both
want to find that shooter.

What do you say we work together?

- You got a car?
- Yeah.

You're driving.

You don't strike me as the type of guy

- who lets a woman drive.
- Can't drive.

- As in you don't know how?
- As in...

I took one for my brother,

and that will undoubtedly
affect my reaction time.

Hop in.

So where are we going, Joe?

Don't worry. You'll find
out when we get there.

- You need a doctor.
- No doctors.

No hospitals.

You know a horse vet? Maybe a midwife?

I think I know someone.

Big round of applause, gentlemen.

Wish those ladies great...

- Great job, ladies. Good job.
- Which one's Lena?

I don't see her.

- Bobby!
- Trudy. Are you ladies lost?

- The show is that way.
- We're looking for Lena.

Well, it sounds like
she's just finishing up.

You hear about the shooting in the Ward?

Yeah. Gino Perry bit the bullet.

The Perrys ever shake this place down?

We don't talk business, Trudy.
You know that. Besides...

- I'm just a bartender.
- A boy was shot, Bobby.

I don't want any trouble
with the Petrillos.

No? Where'd you get that
Gooderham and Worts whiskey?

Pretty fancy for the Petrillos.

I'm thinking you got it from the Perrys.

Where are the Perrys getting
the Gooderham and Worts?

The distillery wouldn't agree to it.

Like I said,

we don't talk business.

Lena!

Lena! Hi. This is Lena, a dancer

who was provided with
more Christian options

- but instead decided...
- I changed diapers

from sunrise until
sunset and that husband

never paid me any
extra for all the extras

he wanted while his wife wasn't home.

Lena, does your boyfriend
work for the Petrillos?

- Why?
- Someone thought they saw him

- at a shooting today.
- I heard about that.

Is the boy gonna be all right?

We hope so.

Well, I can't help you. My
man shipped out on a laker

to Port Arthur three days ago.

Frankie, what are you doing back here?

- Flo, I need your help.
- I'd love to, but it's been...

Look, you can finally put
your medical training to use.

What are you talking about?

My... my friend here needs your help.

Oh, boy. That does not look good.

- You know I've never actually...
- Hey, enough wasting time.

- Apparently...
- Joe...

...you're the gal who can get
the bullet out of my ribcage,

is that the case? 'Cause if
not, you're taking bullets

out of yourself.

We should leave this bullet where it is.

Says the doc with the hundred
percent mortality rate.

- You should listen to her, Joe.
- It could be pressing

on a blood vessel. I move
it, you could bleed to death.

That happens, you
better pray I go quick.

- Who was driving the Model T?
- Got it!

Didn't see. I was looking the other way.

Well, if you were looking the
other way, how did you get shot

- in the stomach?
- You ask a lot of questions.

My brother.

He tried to shoot them. He got clipped

and he shot me instead. There, happy?

Just a drop of antiseptic.

Oh, that hurts!

It hurts.

I offered you chloroform.

Yeah, but toots, I'm no goof.

I let you chloroform me,
I wake up in the slammer.

Yeah, where the Petrillos
will have a guy waiting for you

- with a shiv.
- It wasn't them.

Had to have been.

You were selling on
their turf, they found out

and tried to take you out.

Yeah. Nice theory... but wrong.

- How so?
- Lydia Petrillo...

God rest her soul,

the most beautiful woman who ever lived.

My mother.

- You're a Petrillo?
- Yeah.

Petrillos don't bump each other off.

- That's code.
- Morphine. For the pain.

Well...

Miss Flo, this has been swell,

but I gotta see a man about a dog.

- Joe, don't!
- As soon as we're

out of here, she'll be
running her mouth to the cops.

If you shoot her, you're
gonna have to shoot

me as well. And then
who's gonna drive you?

Well...

looks like I'll need another chauffeur.

Come on, Joe.

She took good care of you.

But more importantly,

she took good care of your brother.

She showed him dignity

and respect.

- Right, Flo?
- I take pride in my work.

Don't you

owe her that same respect...

...as a man of honour?

He was a good kid.

You know, I was always
looking out for him

and he dies protecting me.

OK.

Let's go.

I know how to find you, Flo. Understood?

Frankie?

Frankie?

It's open.

Hello? Oh!

Hi there, Trudy!

Good morning!

Homemade biscuits.

Without a proper breakfast, we
aren't going to accomplish much.

What are you doing here?

Gooderham and Worts.

The Perrys had a deal with them.

It's your next logical step.

So I am planning on assisting you

in a little discreet detective work.

I believe you would

call it "going undercover."

OK. Why don't you go to your work today?

Mm. At my work, I'm supposed to be

fetching coffee for
useless police officers

while they waste time
rounding up Petrillos.

Operator, can you connect
me to Riverdale 7-4-3 please?

Wait.

Why is rounding up Petrillos a
waste of time? What do you know?

- I'll tell you on the way.
- You're not coming with me.

Eric, can you do me a favour?
Can you come to the office

and cover the phones, please?

Thanks.

Trudy, if you don't
let me come with you,

I'm not telling you what I know
about the Perrys and the Petrillos.

Fine.

You can come.

- On one condition.
- Mhm?

- We take your car.
- Oh, that's fine!

I think that morphine kicked in.

You got a little slick back there.

Talked me out of capping that dame.

You got a smart mouth on you.

My father taught me words can
be more powerful than a pistol.

I beg to differ.

All right. We gotta make a stop.

- Where?
- Woods. North of the city.

- What's in the woods?
- My guys.

That was not part of the plan.

Plan? What plan?

You, me, finding the shooter.

Yeah. Plan's changed.
We go to the woods.

I don't like the idea of
going into the woods to meet

a bunch of gangsters.

I never asked you how you felt.

- Drake Private Detectives.
- Who is this?

I'm sorry, you called me.

- Where's Trudy?
- Trudy's not here. I'm Eric.

Eric? Who are... never mind.

Just tell Trudy that
Frankie has been kidnapped.

She just left the morgue
with a gangster, Joe Perry.

Are you writing all this down?

I'm sorry, could you maybe repeat that?

You must be new.

Look. It started at Quon's.

And really, anyone in the
police office could've found out

that Joe and Gino are
related to the Petrillos.

Sh! You wanna work undercover?

- Here's your chance.
- What do I do?

Pretend to be a temporary secretary

and get inside the office.
See if you can find out

who's supplying the Perrys.

Secretary. Got it.

I wonder if you boys could help me?

That depends what you have going.

My boss is opening up a
joint on Chestnut Street

and he sent me. Gooderham and
Worts wouldn't sell a speakeasy

- some fine whiskey, would they?
- No...

they most certainly
would not. But for a fee,

the right guy can make sure that
something falls off that truck.

Mm. So how do I find the right guy?

You wanna talk to Pete.

He's the fellow with
the pencil-thin mustache.

Does he like his whiskey
as neat as his facial hair?

Trudy!

Trudy! They're onto us!

Well, looks like it's time
for us ladies to be going.

- Well, hey!
- Toodle-oo!

Crazy dames.

Aren't you just dying of thirst?

Be a gentleman and
buy a cola for the girl

who saved your life.

All right.

But... don't be going anywhere.

This gun loves a moving target.

Joe?

Do not rob them.

Wouldn't risk it for a cola, doll.

I actually don't need gas.

But I'm gonna need a quart of oil.

Thanks, I can do it. It
needs a woman's touch.

It wasn't my fault.
They weren't expecting

a new secretary.

- What's next?
- I'm thinking.

Trudy, wait! I feel like I'm capable

of so much more than
what the police give me.

You may not be.

I really admire everything that you do.

And you're coloured!

I never realized you had
such a keen eye for detail.

No, I didn't mean anything by it,

I just meant you have
to work so much harder

to get half as far!

Trudy...

Let me make it up to you somehow.

Unless you can find the guy

with the pencil-thin mustache,

you can't.

Um, Trudy...

You mean like that guy?

Unbelievable!

Come on, let's go!

Don't say I did nothing for you.

Almost done.

Hop in.

So these fellas...

who are they?

Always with the questions.

All right, they're moonshiners.

And they have something
to do with this hooch

- you're pushing on Wendy?
- Sorta.

It's up ahead.

Did you ever think these are
the same fellas who shot Gino?

I told you, these are my guys.

Well, I've got to hand it
to you. You certainly have

a lot of faith in the
criminals you associate with.

There's another one.

How does that look to you?

- What's going on?
- I don't know,

but we're about to find out.

This is really fun.

This is not fun. "Fun" is
not the word, understood?

Now follow me and do
not do anything stupid.

Stay low.

Trudy!

They're watering down

the Gooderham and Worts whiskey
with their own moonshine,

doubling the quantity so they
can sell extra on the side.

This is a total contravention

of the law!

Where's our man with
the pencil-thin mustache?

Right behind you.

Come on.

Get off me.

Boys! We have company.

Hey! Come here.

- Who are you?
- Joe Perry sent us

- to pick up the load.
- You know, I kind of think he didn't.

Look, I'm telling you the truth.

- He really did...
- Police officers!

You are all under arrest!

What the hell is this?

- Mary...
- Everyone freeze!

I'm not killin' no cop.

- Even if it isn't a real cop.
- Hey! I am sort of a real cop.

This hooch ain't worth hangin' for.

Isn't even worth going to jail over.

Well, you are going to jail all right.

For what, Officer?

For operating an illegal still

with the intent to violate
the Ontario Temperance Act.

And what still would that be?

- What are you doing?! Hey!
- Run!

The moonshine's gonna blow!

OK, here we go.

It should be right around here.

Get us out of here! Now! Go!

Hey, go! Go!

Come on, Mary!

Step on it!

Hey.

Hey, what's going on?

No.

No. No. No. OK.

OK.

Damn it!

I gotta get a car.

OK, the next one that comes by,

you stay here with the motor,
I'll hide behind the car.

Look, if we go back to
the gas station, you can

steal a car there.

Fine.

If they don't kill me, the walk will.

Tell me what's really going on, Joe.

Some still exploded. Why
does that make you a dead man?

If I show up without hooch, some
people are gonna be very upset.

Who?

He looks like a kid...

but he's a stone-cold
killer. Last name Capone.

Capone?! As in Chicago mob, Al Capone?

- That's him.
- He's demented.

Yeah. That's a nice way to put it.

You ever think he was
the one that to kill you

- back at Quon's?
- Capone?

He had no reason to. Until now.

So what, you were trying
to sell this booze?

Fat lot you know.

OK, then you were gonna
exchange it for something.

Hm? Must be something pretty special.

Yeah. Believe me, it is.

- Maybe I can help.
- You can't.

- I could talk to this Capone.
- Yeah. This isn't like

you talking me out of
killing some morgue girl.

Oh, hello.

- Lookin' for somethin'?
- Pretty much always am.

Eric Morrison, private
detective. And you are?

I'm doing a little
detective work myself.

You... you wouldn't
happen to know anyone

by the name of Joe Perry?

I'm looking for him.

How 'bout that? Me too.

What makes you think you
can sweet talk Al Capone?

My father and I

used to go for ice cream floats.

I was 9 or 10.

I'd wear this really pretty necklace.

When we were done...

my father would realize we
didn't have any money to pay.

So my father would ask
if I could stay there

while he went to the
bank to get some money.

- OK. I see where this is going.
- I'd sit there,

talking to the owner. Telling
them all about this necklace.

How it was actually

an antique.

How it was worth this...

stupidly large amount of money.

And the owner greedily
takes the bait and buys some

worthless costume
jewellery. You were grifters.

If there's one thing I know how to do,

it's sweet talk somebody.

I can handle this kid.

You're a rational woman.

And I think we make a good team.

I already have a partner.

I'm not talkin' about that kind of team.

How 'bout we discuss this
after I keep Al Capone

from killing you?

Hey.

Finally, something goes right!

Fully stocked.

Perfect.

Now all we have to do is steal it.

Let me handle this.

Sir?

I was wondering if you
couldn't help a gal out?

Go! Go, go, go!

Come on!

Never underestimate the power of
asking a man to buy you a cola.

Stop!

- Woohoo!
- Hey, stop! Come back with my truck!

- Yeah!
- Stop!

So now we know how the Perrys
were getting the Gooderham

and Worts booze, but we're
no closer to finding out

- who shot up Quon's.
- One step forward and two steps back.

- That's the detective dance.
- But at least we took down

an illegal still.

Hey, why'd you flash
your badge back there?

I know I complain
about the force, but...

I believe the badge
stands for something.

I just do.

Would you like to come in for a drink?

I should... I should
get back to the station

- and file some of this paperwork.
- It's a private residence,

officer, not in any violation
of the Ontario Temperance Act.

Well, since you put it that way...

Eric, what have you done?

It's OK. We're all detectives here,

- looking for the same person.
- Eric, that's...

Lorenzo Petrillo!

Canada's King of the
Bootleggers. You look just

- like your poster at the station.
- Mary!

Stop talking.

Looks like we're the first ones here.

We make a good team, huh?

Like the old days,

you and your dad.

I think this morphine's worn off.

I need some whiskey.

Whatever happened to your old man?

He's in a better place...

with your brother.

And your mother?

She died when I was four.

Got a lot in common, you and I.

Our folks are dead.

My brother's gone.

We're all alone.

Just you...

and me.

I could take care of you.

Do I strike you

as the type of girl who
needs taking care of, Joe?

You come from nothin'.

I come from nothin'.

But after we deliver
this truckload of whiskey,

I will be King of Toronto.

And you...

...you will live like a queen,

my dear.

Queen.

I thought your Uncle Lorenzo
was the King of Toronto.

Yeah. Well...

once I make this swap,
things are gonna be different.

What are you trading the booze for?

- You'll see soon enough.
- My sources tell me

you've been asking a lot of
questions down in the Ward.

I just wanna know who shot Wendy's kid.

And what business is it of
yours what goes on in the Ward?

You got a lot of fegato
for a cop, don't you?

Oh. He called me a cop.

Thank you, Mr. Petrillo.

But you didn't answer my question.

Well, Mr. Morrison here
tells me that your partner

- is with my nephew Joe.
- What?

I'm also interested in finding Joe.

Now, what were you doing
down at the Crazy Kitten?

Someone said they saw Lena's
boyfriend at the shooting.

- It was a false lead.
- Someone saw Bobby at Quon's?

- I should've known he was a rat.
- Wait. Bobby?

The bartender? He's Lena's boyfriend?

You know, Lorenzo,

we might have a lead after all.

What took you, Scarface?

I'd appreciate you not callin' me that.

No disrespect meant, Mr. Capone.

Who's the skirt?

She's my driver.

If you're ever lookin' to
work for a real man, doll,

come find me in Chicago.

Hey. Let's unload this booze.

So you've been working with Joe and Gino

- for a while, have you?
- First time.

So you must've been doing
business with their Uncle Lorenzo.

Sweetheart, I didn't even
know what street Canada was on

until I heard from Joe here.

You heard Gino's dead?
He was shot yesterday.

That so? Hm. Shame.

I trusted him more than his brother.

To Toronto the Good.

Got something for me?

When whatever war you've
got planned is over,

let's do some business.

That would be my pleasure, Mr. Capone.

Good.

Guns?

A kid gets shot. Your
own brother is dead.

And you wanna put more
guns on the street?

Yeah. You sound like Gino
after he got cold feet.

Time for Uncle Lorenzo to retire.

Make room for the new generation.

So much for the Petrillos not
bumping each other off, huh?

Gentlemen, are you ready?

You need to tell us
everything you know, Lena.

No, I need to be in Calcutta.

Calcutta's far, right?

Not far enough if you
don't tell us why you lied

- about who your boyfriend is.
- I didn't lie.

I have lots of boyfriends.

Did Bobby shoot Gino Perry?

- Where is he?
- Not here.

How do we find him?

Lorenzo Petrillo is
outside and he's offered

to paint your nails. Thing is,

he likes to take them off
first. So you can speak with him

or you can speak with
us. The choice is yours.

He's supposed to be
picking up a shipment.

But it wasn't Bobby's fault.
I mean, he was gettin' nowhere

with the Petrillos and they
promised him he would be something!

Where is he picking up the shipment?

Lena?

I think my driver's running late.

You have a smoke?

You know, I've been thinking
about your story, Joe.

See, I just took your word when you said

that Gino shot you by
accident, but what if he didn't?

Why would my own brother wanna shoot me?

Well, you said that he didn't
wanna take down Uncle Lorenzo.

I think you were worried
that he was gonna rat you out.

You ordered a hit on him.

Gino realized what
was happening too late.

He tried to shoot you,

but he couldn't finish the job.

We were too far

down the road to go back.

Gino...

I didn't want to have to.

So you sat there,

enjoying a drink, trying to
pick me up, and the whole time

you knew your brother was
about to be shot full of holes.

Hey, you don't shut up, someone else
is about to be shot full of holes.

Bobby!

What the hell are you doing?

Either you let me drive
away in this truck,

or I blow us all up.

But either way, I'm not letting
those guns on the streets.

You are not gonna ruin this for me.

That's not how you talk to a lady.

Yes, Joe. That's not
how you talk to a lady.

- Uncle Lorenzo.
- Joe.

Bobby.

Don't break a sweat.
He's got nowhere to run.

I'm very disappointed with you, Joe.

Very disappointed.

I can overlook you
muscling in on the booze

down in the Ward.

That's just youthful exuberance.

But your own brother?

Get him out of here.

Hey! Frankie!

Frankie, you can stop this.
Use that smart mouth of yours.

Even Einstein's mouth

isn't that smart, Joe.

Uh, Mr. Petrillo, I'm
going to have to ask

that Mr. Perry comes back
with me to the station.

You know what?

You're growin' on me, kid.

Go ahead, take Joe in.

It'll look good on your record.

Oh, and there's...

there's this truck full of guns, too.

Nobody'll be needin' 'em.

Joe Perry, I am placing
you under arrest.

You got someone

who's gonna take care
of him on the inside?

Let the officer have her moment.

Ladies.

_

Well, well. If it isn't
the Chinese cafe girl.

Joe, what the hell?

I thought... I thought you were dead.

I guess I'm just impossible to kill.

How did you pull it off?

Might've cut a deal with the cops.

Exchanged some Petrillo family info

for a new life.

- You faked your own death?
- Arranged.

Probably a better word.

You're not gonna invite me in?

Of course.

Come in.

In the joint, I had a lot
of time to think about you

...and our little adventure.

Whatever happened to that kid...

Hung Fah?

He's fine.

That's good. Real good.

You're taking a risk
showing up here, Joe.

What if I called Lorenzo and
told him you were still alive?

I know you.

You wouldn't do that.

So what?

Are you here to tie up a loose end?

Why would I do that?

We didn't exactly end
things on good terms.

You saved my life.

Hell, I even asked you to be my queen.

Yeah, you were smart
not to fall for that.

It was just a line.

Yeah.

Yeah, I thought it
was a pretty good one.

Not really.

You know, I wish I could say I'm
sorry for everything I put you through.

But the truth is, I...

I wish I met you one day earlier.

And why is that?

Maybe you would've used
that smart mouth on me,

but maybe I...

Yeah, things might've been different.

- But they're not.
- I know.

Believe me, I know.

Joe, why are you here?

Why am I here?

I guess I'm just here to say...

goodbye.

So...

goodbye...

my... Chinese cafe girl.

Wait.

That's it?

You're just gonna

walk away,

start a new life?

If you're ever in Duluth,

look up an Ira Philpott.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause I wanna be reminded every day

that I didn't get away with a thing.

Remember, look up an Ira Philpott

if you get the chance.