Frankie Drake Mysteries (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 10 - A Sunshine State of Mind - full transcript

(REPORTER): It's going to be
a scorcher out there

as this heat wave continues
to roll through the city.

So, let's slow things down
with a little jazz.

♪

Listening to the radio
about how hot it is

is making me feel even hotter.

The trick is to stand perfectly still.

I don't even feel the heat at all.

That's 'cause you're
close to the fan. Nudge over.

What I would do for a week of snow.

(SIGH) Frankie, we need a vacation



somewhere case free
and 40 degrees colder.

- Sounds like a dream.
- You could come too.

I can't. I'm starting
my clinical training

- at the hospital this week.
- Oh, that's right.

Flo, we didn't even properly
celebrate the end of your exams.

Jelly's is probably hotter
than a firecracker

- in this heat wave.
- True, but a gals' night out

- would be a great distraction.
- (WOMAN): Woohoo!

- Hello! Oh... oh, hello.
- Oh.

- What are you doing here?
- Everything OK, Mrs. Clarke?

You bet your bottom, darling, it is.

You are now looking at the proud
owner of apartment 18

in the newly-developed
vacation complex

Miami Springs!



- What are you talking about?
- I am talking

about how the Clarkes
now own land in Florida,

bountiful land, which we all know

the good Lord isn't making
any more of. Excuse me.

We can't afford that.

Yeah, not your job to tell me
what we can and cannot afford.

How much did it cost?

Well, I might have dipped
into the family savings

to get the deposit, but your aunties

and uncles, they invested
a bit as well.

- A bit?
- OK, a lot!

We all put in every extra penny
we had into this.

Look, our generation work hard
our entire lives.

What is the point if you can't give

your children
more than you had growing up?

Seems like you might get
your trip away after all, Trudy.

I hope the ocean offers a breeze.

- Drake Private Detectives.
- I don't even care

about the humidity,
let's go! Let's go!

Oh, let me go quickly!
You're making me sweat.

(FRANKIE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Well, I'm being summoned to Jelly's.

- Everything OK?
- With her? You never know.

Frankie!

What the hell took you so long?

- What is so urgent?!
- I got conned.

- What?!
- Yeah, I know! I can't

believe it. Me! Me!
Someone as versed in the art

of the con as me gets taken in,
but it's true!

- What happened?
- Oh, my God. I'm,

I'm sitting at the King Eddie.
I'm having high tea.

- I meet this man...
- Of course you do.

What is the scam?
(NORA BREATHES DEEPLY)

He convinced me and some
girlfriends to buy some land

- in Florida.
- Let me guess, Miami Springs?

- What? How do you know that?
- Because Mildred just came by.

- She's over the moon.
- No, no, no, no, no!

I wanted to, well,
I wanted us to sort it all out

- before she told Trudy.
- Sort what out?! What happened?

- Miami Springs doesn't exist!
- What?!

Yeah! Bernice went down
last week. She took a look.

There's nothing on the land,
nothing but water snakes

and crocodiles,
and I dropped five grand

on that place, and all I got was
a thank you pineapple!

- A pineapple?
- Yeah, I mean, I don't care

about the money.
Nora Amory will find her way,

- but Mildred...
- Her whole family invested.

Oh, no, Frankie!
Honestly, you have to help me

get this money back.

Is that a yes? (SIGH)

Yes, I just need
a little liquid courage

before I tell Trudy.

- Get her a double!
- (BARTENDER): Comin' up.

(RHYTHMIC JAZZ MUSIC)

(WOMAN SCAT SINGING)

♪

How the heck did you
rope my mother into this?

I didn't rope Mildred into anything!

She invested of her own free will!

My mother has never spent
a cent on anything frivolous

like this, but she spends
one minute with you...

Why Mildred decided to invest
is beside the point.

We just need to figure out
how to get the money back.

You're right. And to do that,
we need to find out

- who conned you.
- What can you tell us

- about him?
- Alright. He had dark hair,

- a suntan, real easy on the eyes.
- Of course he was.

- What else?
- He was wearing a...

a white suit and a white fedora hat.

- You are kidding me.
- Listen, I know how it sounds,

a woman of a certain age
being charmed...

It's not just how it sounds, Nora!

- It's exactly what happened.
- Alright, but I wasn't

born yesterday! I had him
show me his financial specs

and everything. He had pie charts!

- Did you at least get a name?
- Yes, it was Jack.

- Jack what?
- Just Jack. Florida Jack,

he called himself.

- Florida Jack...
- (MILDRED): TRUDY!

But where did that child get away to?!

How am I supposed to tell her
that she spent our family's

money on a beach house
that doesn't exist?!

We're gonna get it back,
maybe even today.

- Today? How?
- By going back

to the scene of the scam.

I'm sorry, madam, I have no idea

- what you're talking about.
- No, but don't you re...

Don't you remember that man?
You introduced us.

- If you'll excuse me.
- No...

I'm really sorry, but we couldn't help

but overhear. Are you
looking for a man who goes

by the name of Florida Jack?

What business of that is yours?

Oh, no need to be coy, honey.

I fell for his pitch too.

No thanks to that maître d'.

My friends and I are out
nearly $10 000 between us.

Well, not for long,
you're not. My daughter's gonna

- get us back every red cent.
- OK. OK.

Hey, listen. Either you tell me
everything you know

about this Florida Jack,
or I'll call the police

and tell them you're
an accomplice to a land scam.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Please, don't do that.

I'll tell you everything
you need to know.

Alright, pal. Spill it.

He paid me $5.

All I had to do was
introduce him to women who...

wanted to retire somewhere warm.

I had no idea it was a scam.

- Retire? Me?! How dare you!
- OK. OK.

Listen. Give me a call
if you hear from this guy again.

- OK.
- Let's go see Mary.

Maybe she can tell us something
about this Florida Jack.

(CLANKING)

Miss Shaw, I have
an assignment for you.

If you're not too busy
with the fans, that is.

No, no, Sergeant Shriver. Not
at all. What can I do for you?

I need you to accompany
Retired Constable McKinlay home,

- if you would.
- I'd be honoured.

Shaw? You're not
Matthew's girl, are you?

Yes... yes, I am. Did you know him?

Aye. Your dad and I were partners

when we first started out.

- Really?
- Aye. I remember you

when you were just a wee sprite
running around his desk.

Oh, Frankie. Are you alright?

Yeah. We need you to do
some digging on a con artist.

But you look
a little busy at the moment.

Oh, don't let me interrupt
police business.

- I can get myself home.
- Oh, no, no, no.

Officer, please.
I could use the fresh air.

- Ah.
- Frankie, why don't you

give me the name, and I'll look
it up as soon as I get back

- to the office.
- Florida... Jack.

We think he might be
a part of a crime syndicate.

Florida Jack.
What kind of a name is that?

Yeah, don't get me started.

Thanks, Mary.

(TENSE JAZZ MUSIC)

Frankie has been all around the world,

hasn't she? London, Paris.

(GASP) Oh, are those the pyramids?

Well, she dabbled in
some archaeology before the war.

My goodness, what a life!

Mama, I have to tell you something.

You know...

I have always loved an adventure.

Really?

Why you sound so surprised?

All I ever see you read is the Bible.

There are plenty of adventures
in the good book, missy.

(MILDRED SIGHS) The point is...

I always thought that I'd grow up

to have adventures of my own.

Eh. There was always work to be done.

Anyway, that's enough moaning for now.

What is it that you wanted to tell me?

Uh... you know what? It's nothing.

I am excited for this visit.

Can I see that brochure?

Just don't crease it because I
haven't shown your father yet.

(SOFT MUSIC)

Ooh! There's a pool! (CHUCKLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- I have so many questions!
- Oh, ho!

You sound just like your old man.

So, what do you want to know?

Oh, gosh...

Well, um...

What was he like? At work, I mean.

Your dad... best partner I ever had.

He died before I became
a morality officer,

so... I never really got
to see that side of him.

Hmm. He was smart.

- And funny.
- (MARY LAUGHING)

Never forgot my daughter's birthday.

And he always had my back.

He'd be proud of you, Miss Shaw.

Oh...

Oh, Officer McKinlay,

that... I just, um...

Oh.

Thank you.

Now, you get back
to your important police work,

young lady. I can make
my own way home from here.

Yes, sir, Officer McKinlay.

Bye.

(SOFT MUSIC)

As I was saying,
I finished my coursework

and I'm starting my next phase
of medical training this summer

at Saint Joseph's hospital.

What does that have
to do with me, Mrs. Chakowitz?

I'm glad you asked.
My in-hospital training is

Monday to Friday, 9AM to 5PM.

That conflicts with your shift here.

It does. Which is why I was hoping

to move to the night shift.

- But Bart works nights.
- I know, but...

- I need you on days.
- But sir, my training...

End of discussion.

(TENSE MUSIC)

It says here that Florida has

the oldest city
in the whole United States.

Older than you and Daddy?

Vern!

It is called St. Augustine
and it was founded

in 1565.

So yes, it's a little bit older
than me and your father.

But only a little?

Are you sassing your mother,
young man?

I'm not sure if I should give
you any ice cream.

Please! I promise to be good.

- I'll be right back.
- Oh!

Yes...

- Still haven't told them?
- No, I can't.

They're so happy.
Especially my mother!

Trudy, I am so sorry.

I got Mildred into this mess
but I promise you,

when we find Florida Jack,
I am gonna wring

his suntanned neck on her behalf.

- So no luck at the tea room?
- No, Mary's looking into it.

- She's doing some research.
- I got one even better.

What?

What kind of con artist leaves
his address behind?

The kind who wants to look legit.

Yeah, well...
that's impressive stupid,

- but impressive.
- Shall we?

- I thought you'd never ask.
- You know what?

I'm gonna stay here.

(STAMMERING)
I think I better be the one

that breaks the news to Mildred.

- Nora, it's OK.
- Go on.

Mm.
(NORA SIGHS HEAVILY)

(DOOR OPENS)

Nora, I just wanted to thank you.

- Thank me for what?
- For convincing me

- to invest in Miami Springs.
- Yeah, oh. There is no need

- to thank me for that.
- No, there most certainly is!

No, Mildred, I need
to tell you something.

Oh, no! Speaking of telling,

have you spilled the beans
to Frankie about the apartment

- that you bought for her?
- Uh... no.

No, I decided to, uh,

save that surprise for another day.

- Why?
- I don't think she's gonna be

- as excited as your kids.
- Oh, no!

She will be as thrilled
as everybody else!

You tell her!
(MILDRED CHUCKLING)

(TENSE JAZZ MUSIC)

It looks like Florida Jack
left in a hurry.

Didn't even bother
taking his tree with him.

There's nothing here telling
us where he's gonna be next.

It's a dead end!

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Maybe not a dead end.

How's that supposed to help us?

Nora said she got
a thank you gift of a pineapple.

There's only one place in
Toronto that sells pineapples.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

There he is! Florida Jack!

Hey!

Frankie Drake!

That's it? You're just gonna...

walk away, start a new life?

If you're ever in Duluth...

...look up an Ira Philpott.

- Joe Perry?!
- Hey! Hey!

(SOFTLY): Don't use that name.
- What are you doing

- here in Toronto?!
- And why are you tanned?

Hey! I can explain
everything, I swear.

Just... just not here.

- Come with us. Come on!
- OK!

(FRANKIE): It's time
to explain yourself, Joe.

Yeah, well, it's a bit complicated.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(THUD)

Oh, wow. It doesn't
look very complicated.

Yeah, I know how it looks but, uh...

...you need to trust me.

♪ [UPBEAT]

So what have you gotten
yourself caught up in this time?

Look, I am risking
my life being back here.

I'm just trying to make
something right, I swear.

I was determined to make a go
of the straight life in Duluth.

I... I didn't know how.

But my landlady, Mrs. Triano,
she helped me.

And a few months back,
she gets swindled by a man

- calling himself Florida Jack.
- Sounds familiar.

I track him down. Turns out

he's a small cog in a big scam

being run out of a man who lives here.

- What's his name?
- CC Glendale.

I want a face-to-face, so I pose

as a sales rep for... Miami Springs.

- Emphasis on "posed".
- Look, I'm gonna pay back

every single person
whose money I took. Look.

You keep track of all
your markings. What's that

- supposed to prove?
- The only reason I took

that money was to seem
legit to Glendale.

If I show up empty-handed,
he's gonna smell a rat.

So what were you gonna do
with this face-to-face?

Joe!

I was gonna put a gun
to his head and take every penny

- that he has.
- I've heard enough!

No, no, no. Hold on. Hold on.

Maybe Joe can get us an in
with this CC Glendale.

Are you crazy?! There's enough
money in this bag

to pay back everyone that Joe conned.

I say we take it, and let him do
what he needs to do.

Well, what about all of the people

that Glendale conned? Maybe we can get

everyone their money back.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

And so I hope you'll be willing

to let me work flexible hours
in the hospital this summer

in order to accommodate
my schedule at the morgue.

(RUDELY): And why would I
do something like that?

I don't think Dr. Mittich is
gonna be that mean.

Well, that... that may be,
Flo, but I don't

wanna give you a false sense
of confidence.

Your clinical leader may not be so...

Officer McKinlay?!

Oh, my goodness.
Sergeant Shriver's gonna

have my head. Officer McKinlay!

- Gregory.
- Who's asking?

Who are you? And where the hell am I?

Uh... It's Mary Shaw,

Matthew Shaw's daughter.
We met yesterday.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I've never seen you before in my life.

Flo, you go on ahead.
I don't want you to be late.

- Are you sure, Mary?
- I'm sure. Good luck!

- Call me if you need me.
- I will!

I gotta get you home,
Officer McKinlay!

Why don't I grab your things?

Here, let me help you up.

Oof.

I don't know...
I guess we'll go this way.

Alright, I guess.
(MARY CHUCKLING)

(SOFT MUSIC)

What do you mean
you found Florida Jack

and you didn't get
the money?! Why'd you let

- the rat bastard get away?!
- (FRANKIE): We didn't exactly

let him get away...

- Mrs. Amory.
- (SNARLING): Why I oughta...

- Whoa! Whoa!
- No, no!

I want an explanation
and I want it right now!

Nora, meet... what are we
supposed to call you?

- Eh, Joe is fine.
- Meet Joe Perry.

Joe, well, I'd say I'm charmed, but...

Joe is gonna help us
get the money back.

- Oh, yeah? From who?
- From the mastermind

behind the whole scam.
Name's CC Glendale.

We're gonna pitch Miami Springs

to The Hunting Club.
Glendale's gonna be there.

- Yeah.
- (NORA): And?

And I'm going to work my way
into the scam

- so I can take them down!
- And you're on board with this?

- I think it's the best we got.
- Oh!

Well, that's a ringing
endorsement if ever

I've heard one.

I really appreciate
you dropping by to talk

about my clinical placement.

Please, to the point, Mrs. Chakowitz.

I so look forward to being
around sick people this summer.

That's an unorthodox way to put it.

I just mean I spend so much
time here with dead people,

the placement's gonna be
a nice change...

assuming we can work
with the scheduling.

What is there to work out?

Well, I just need a little flexibility

if I'm going to financially
support myself through this.

Medical school is a full-time job.

You're in or you're out.

(SIGH)

(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC)

I don't think your partner trusts me.

And that mother of yours
certainly doesn't.

They'll trust you
once they get their money back.

Hey, don't they know it was
you who got me to go straight?

- Maybe I helped a little.
- Oh, it was more than a little.

Thank you, Frankie.

So... how do I look?

Ah...

Sun-kissed.
(BOTH LAUGHING)

And that blonde hair of yours...

You like it?

I love it.

(SULTRY JAZZ MUSIC)

I... you missed a spot.

You know... I always wondered
what would happen

if we ever crossed paths again...

...my Chinese Café Girl.

Is this how you imagined it?

Almost.

We should get going.

(SHARP INHALE)

♪

(MARY): You must be
parched after spending

the night in the park.

- Let me get you a glass of milk.
- Oh, thank you, Miss Shaw.

Oh, you know who I am!

Oh, don't be silly! Of course I do.

- You're Matthew Shaw's daughter.
- Well, thank goodness.

Officer McKinlay...

...why is there all this money
in your refrigerator?

Oh, pay that no mind.

Well, I don't think I can do that.

Where did you get all this cash?!

Oh, that's just what's
left of the money

that my old partner and I stole.

I beg your pardon?

$50 000.

(CHUCKLE) Took it as a tip

when we busted the old bootlegging den

- on Dunn Street.
- Who was your partner?

Um...

Was it... was it my dad?

You know, I think it was.

Or maybe that was when I was
working with Jack Hunt.

It's hard to tell, my memory's
not what it used to be.

What are you doing?

You cannot keep spending stolen money!

Here. This is for groceries.

(DOOR OPENS)

Thank you.

- So?
- Well, we were right.

Ira Philpott's been arrested
twice in the past year.

- Who the hell is Ira Philpott?
- Joe!

- What?
- The police gave him

a new identity in Duluth
when he spilled

some Petrillo family secrets.

What, and he chose
the name Ira Philpott?

The point is he still hasn't
turned over a new leaf!

Yeah. Once a rat, always
a rat. And that damn guy is

- playing Frankie like a fiddle!
- Hmph!

- That's it. I'm off.
- Well, where are you going?

Well, now that we know
we can't trust Joe,

it's time for plan B.

Good girl.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (CORK POPS)

White sand, blue seas.

Nowhere else I'd rather be.

She's not kidding.
Folks, I practically had

to drag her away from the beach
to be here today.

- It's true.
- If you wanna taste

the sweet life in Miami Springs,

come up, talk to Jill and I.

You won't regret it.

So, which one's Glendale?

I don't know. He said he'd find me.

Oh, thank you, sir! Please...

- Thank you.
- ...accept this fresh

Florida pineapple from Jill here
as a token of our appreciation.

- Oh, no.
- What is it?

I think I found him.

So the showgirl said to the bishop,

why settle for a thigh

when with a little patience,
you could have the whole bird.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- You naughty thing...
- Uh, excuse me.

- Mr. Glendale.
- Mr. Philpott.

Wonderful to meet you. Oh-ho.

You were excellent up there.
Excellent, excellent, excellent.

You'll make a perfect addition
to the Miami Springs team.

Oh, thank you, sir.

And who is this charming young thing?

- Oh, Jilly Farraday.
- Jill is hoping to become

- a member of the team too.
- Do you, now?

Well, I usually don't deal
with female reps...

- Oh... well, I...
- I don't know, CC,

I think Florida Jill has

a nice ring to it.

- It does, doesn't it?
- Yeah!

(ALL LAUGHING)

- What do you say?
- I say...

I could do something
with a sales rep like you.

- (SIGH)
- I can quit my job

and focus on school...

but then, I'll be living
on boiled cabbage

'til I get my license.

I could quit school...

but then, I'll be stuck
talking to dead people

for the rest of my life.

Oh, Flo! Thank God you're here.

Oh! Did you manage to get
that old man home OK?

Oh, I did! Look at this.

(GASP)

Sweet banana pudding,
that's a lot of cash!

I know. Officer McKinlay says
they stole it in a raid.

- (SCOFF)
- Another dirty cop.

Colour me surprised.

What? He says he stole it

with his old partner.

(WHISPERING): I think it was my dad.

A Shaw breaking the law? No way.

Well, that's what I thought,
but then I remembered

when I was 9...

my dad brought home these brand
new bicycles for Jenny and me...

That doesn't necessarily mean
he stole this money.

But then we rode those bicycles

from our apartment
to our brand-new house

in Parkdale.

Oh. Well, you don't know.
Your parents might have been

saving for that place for a long time.

They were always very frugal
with their spending.

Plus, there's the fact
that this money isn't real.

What?!

It's counterfeit.

Why don't you look more relieved?

Well, because whoever stole it
spent it like it was real money,

and that's a crime!
All my life, I have wanted to be

like my dad, and now I just,

I don't know, Flo!

Oh, Mary... Mary, Mary, Mary.

What do you say,
should we shake on it?

- Indeed.
- Joe Perry!

I thought that was you.

Ain't you supposed to be dead?

I don't know what you're
talking about, mister.

This is my boyfriend, Ira.

Yeah, sure he is.

And I'm Babe Ruth.

I think it's time
you get out of here, buddy.

(SHOUTING): I ain't going nowhere...

...'til you admit...

...that you're Joe Perry.

Mr. Philpott, who is this man

and why does he think
you're Joe Perry?

I have no idea
what this boob's on about.

(GRUNT) (GASPING)

Get out! Get going! (GASP)

Go, go, go!

Frankie?

- (GRUNTING)
- Almost there. Flo?

- Could use a hand, here!
- What on earth happened?!

Oh! Someone got triggerhappy

at The Hunting Club.

The Hunting Club.
Gee, what a surprise.

That punk made me.
Word is gonna spread

- that Joe Perry is back in town.
- What do you think?

Well, the bullet missed... (SCREAM)

...any vital organs.
I'm gonna fish it out

and stitch you up.
You'll be right as rain.

- (SIGH)
- Flo, you're a lifesaver.

Twice! Twice I've saved
your life, Mr. Perry!

We have to stop meeting like this.

Ah! Took the words
right out of my mouth.

(GRUNT)

(HEAVY EXHALE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGH)

Joe's on a slab at the morgue.

Oh, finally! Some good news.

He's not dead.
Flo's trying to stitch him up.

Things seem to be going from
bad to worse with this case.

And the common denominator
being Joe Perry.

- Mm-hmm.
- I think we have to tell her.

- Tell me what?
- I'll tell you what!

This pal of yours
and his straight and narrow act,

it's a complete sham!
He's been arrested twice

- in Duluth!
- I know you want us

to trust him, Frankie, but he's
lied to our face outright.

But Joe risked his life
for us to put his finger

- on CC.
- Only to take part in gun fight

- that risked your life, Frankie.
- I say we cut him loose.

- Mm-hmm.
- Look. CC and I had

a couple of drinks yesterday.
I get him talking,

he lets slip he keeps a safe

- in his study.
- That was fast.

You're talking to a professional.

I say we crack that safe,
we take our money

- before CC splits town.
- CC's leaving town?

Yeah! All that chaos
yesterday sure spooked him.

- Sounds like a plan.
- One condition.

- No Joe!
- Mm-hmm.

(MAN): Pardon me.

Am I interrupting?

(TENSE MUSIC)

How you dolls managing to look
so beautiful in this heat?

May we help you with something?

I hope so. A little birdy told me

my nephew Joe was out with one
Frankie Drake last night.

Just wanted to bid him a hello.

You're a Petrillo.

Armando Petrillo... at your service.

If you're looking for Joe,
I don't think

it's for an overdue hug.

Where are you hiding that snitch?

- We're not hiding anyone.
- Don't lie to me.

Word on the street's you're
working some big job with him.

- The street's wrong.
- Rarely is.

Now... I want an answer.

(SIGH)

I don't take kindly
to broads giving me a hard time.

You've overstayed your welcome, fella.

Joe sold us out to the police.

- Hmm.
- He's a dead man

once I find him.

You'd be wise

to stay out of my way.

Uh-huh.

(DOOR OPENS)

What are we gonna do?

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Go to Quon's.

The agency is not safe
with the Petrillos after us.

We should've given him Joe.

Mother.

Lucky for you,
my sutures are impeccable.

Once this heals,
you won't even have a scar.

Eh, I find the ladies don't
mind the scars.

It's too hot to even pretend
you're being cute.

(CHUCKLE)

Thank you...

for saving my life.

- Again.
- Yeah, yeah.

Check's in the mail.

What's a dame like you doing
in this dungeon?

Wow, you really have a way with words.

No, I'm serious.

I mean, someone with your skills
should be working

in a fancy hospital:
doctor, white coat, you know,

- fat salary.
- Ain't that the truth.

You don't wanna?

More like they won't let me.

Seems like I have
to make a choice: my job

or my education. The powers
that be won't let me do both.

You know what I do

when people don't let me
do what I wanna do?

Get Flo Chakowitz to stitch you up?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Ah! Ah!

What in blazes is going on here?

Uh... Coroner Thompson, I can explain.

Uh, just... schoolwork.

Uh, Scout's honour.

Mrs. Chakowitz, you're fired.

Leave immediately!

The both of you!

Oh, crap.

(TRUDY): So what's the plan, Frankie?

Well, we know CC keeps
a safe in his study.

Thanks to my detective work.

And we're gonna need
you to be a distraction

while I introduce him
to a new potential investor.

Oh, what? Who?

- (THUD)
- Me?

- Mm-hmm.
- Uh, me.

Oh.

CC ain't gonna buy it
unless he sees enough dough.

I might be able to help with that.

It seems I've come into some money.

- You what?
- It's counterfeit.

I'm coming with you, Frankie.

In case you need help
cracking the safe.

You do realize that you're speaking

to Ned Drake's daughter,
right? Just...

Why don't you tell me about
the arrests in Duluth, Joe?

- No point in lying.
- Yeah.

(SIGH)

Uh... the cops got rough
with my neighbours,

so... I got rough with them.

- Satisfied?
- Oh, isn't that noble.

Ain't nothing noble about it.
What's right is right.

I never heard you say
anything like that before.

Look... you need someone
to stay back and take the heat

if things go sideways so you can
get out with the money.

It's the right call.

OK. You wanna be the fall guy?

Alright, alright. Romeo here can help.

I have just one question. How the heck

- are you gonna get in?
- Oh... leave that part to me.

Ah!

- (SHARP INHALE)
- Oh, uh, Mr. Glendale,

Sarah Pierce.
Now, what can you tell me

about some prime beach real estate?

Trudy.

Who are you talking to?

Mama, you shouldn't be here.
It's not safe.

Holy Moses and the burning bush,

there is no righteous way
that anybody comes

- into that much money.
- It's not what you think.

What kind of trouble have you
two gotten yourselves into now?

Let me explain, please.

(SIGH)

OK.

Apartment 18 of Miami Springs...

...it doesn't exist.

Oh.

(WHISPERING): Mildred!
What are you doing here?

(CC): Ladies!

Welcome to my humble abode.

We got some cold ice tea
waiting for us

in the other room.

Mi casa es su casa.

Oh, it's a pleasure, Mr. Glendale.

- Oh, please. You call me CC.
- Aww.

- And you are?
- Oh, oh! I am Priscilla Pierce.

Church's chief treasurer.
I'm just teaching

my daughter the ropes.

A mother-daughter church duo!

Isn't that as sweet as hot chocolate

on a Christmas Day?

(EXAGGERATED LAUGHING) Oh.

(GRUNTING)

You all right there, partner?

I'm fine. I'm excited.

Oh my Gosh! They've got a butler.

- Calm down. I'll handle this.
- May I help you ladies?

Ah, afternoon. Ah, extra ice delivery

- on account of the heat wave.
- By city ordinance.

Ah, grand!
Mr. Glendale will be thrilled.

Hasn't slept a night
in this heat wave.

Is there enough for the whole house?

Oh, heck! There's enough
of this here ice

for the kitchen, the bedroom.
Heck, even the study.

(GRUNTING)

In 1739,

Americans finally took to the beauty

of printed wallpaper
by way of Plunket Fleeson.

Who would have Plunket?

Which brings us to King Louis 16th...

Not to spoil such rich conversation...

But the city really does have
us on a very tight schedule.

Of course. I'll leave you to it.

Did you guys do
a tour of the whole house?!

Well, you have no idea
how far the history

- of wallpaper goes back.
- Save the history lesson

to when I'm not freezing
to death in an icebox!

Hey! I wasn't giving
the history lesson!

You guys go watch the front.
We're going to find the safe.

Got it.

- (FRANKIE SHUDDERS)
- (JOE GRUNTS)

Can you imagine hearing
the word of Mark,

Matthew, Luke and John

under the sunny Florida sky?

Mm-mm. God's own word and good work

together in action right there!
(CHUCKLING)

Well, it's quite a presentation.

- Thank you.
- He's no Florida Jack.

- I beg your pardon?
- Mm?

She said, "It's no horrible shack."

And you're right about that,
Mrs. Pierce.

I mean look at those shutters.
Are those teal?

- I think they are.
- You know, CC,

I think we've seen
all that we need to.

Is there anywhere
we could find a private room

and discuss numbers?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Yes. Yes, there is.

(CLICKING)

Ugh. I can't get the last number.

(SIGH) Let me try.

Why did your mother ask me
if I knew I was talking

- to Ned Drake's daughter?
- Because Nora knows how to ask

the wrong questions at the wrong time.

Yeah. I think she meant your pops knew

his way around a safe.

Am I right?

Maybe taught you?
He could've cracked this

- in half the time we're spending?
- Try a quarter... if that.

And here I thought
you two were grifters.

When I was a kid, my dad used
to pull these scams

with his friends. No matter
how they split the take,

he always managed to sneak me
some kind of a treasure.

Either an antique ring...

or a gold thimble.

- Sounds special.
- Yeah, it was special.

Until I realized how he got
those treasures.

(SIGH)

He switched out the money
for gold bars.

Yeah. Smart devil. Gold's untraceable.

And it's a lot heavier.

Oh, this is taking way too long.

(SIGH) (MAN): Ah!

You two must have just finished.

Oh! We're not done just yet.

Ah... actually I...

- I have to use the washroom.
- Me, too.

Come with me.

Flo and Mary are gone.
We have to get this gold

- out of here fast.
- There's nothing here

strong enough to bag it all.
And even if we could,

- it would make too much noise.
- OK, OK. Well, we could

roll it in... in the carpet;
each take a side.

How are we going to manage
the stairs with a carpet

- full of gold?
- Let me think.

(BOTH SIGH)

I say once we finish up this deal,

you, me and a bottle
of gin hit the pool?

(LAUGHING)

(NORA GASPS) Oh, pardon me! I...

- I think I've got the hiccups.
- Yeah!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
What is Frankie

doing hanging out the window
and where is all the money?

I'm guessing we're not
going to like the answer

to those questions.

Come on, Peaches!
Give me some room here.

I can't hear myself count!

Oh... ho, ho, ho.

I'll be damned.

You trying to take me for a ride?

Nobody makes a fool
of CC Frasier Glendale.

No, no! CC, honey bunny:
I'm sure there's

- a logical explanation.
- Well, you know no bank is

going to take that note!

It's ripped in half.

(TRUDY AND MILDRED): Oh!

CC! You're such a prankster!

I don't mean to be a prude.
You wanna switch

that out for me, that'd be good.

- Thanks so much.
- I'm so sorry. I have

- a fresh one here for you.
- Oh, thank you very much.

That's terrific.

Well, ladies, I think you will
not regret investing

in Miami Springs and as a token
of my appreciation...

Oh, my!

Thank you, dear old friend.

I hope your congregation
likes pineapple.

Well, that is very generous
of you, Mr. Glendale.

Thank you so much.

Well, praise the Lord and pass
the pineapple upside down cake.

(EXAGGERATED LAUGHING)

Oh! You're here.

What the hell happened back there?

- Did you get the money out?
- Not exactly.

What?!

You did! (GASPS)

- Oh...
- We switched out

some pineapples for gold
back in CC's study.

That CC ain't gonna know what hit him.

This'll be enough
to pay everyone back!

And one very special landlady.

Well, this calls for some drinks.

- I'll call Mary and Flo.
- Miss Drake...

my family and I owe you
a debt of gratitude.

(NORA): Well, listen.
Next time we invest money,

let's make sure it doesn't cause
my daughter to have

to jump out a window. (CHUCKLING)

(NORA LAUGHING)

(SIGH) You think it's safe in here

- 'til tomorrow?
- Probably safer than us.

(JOE): As somebody who used
to be a bootlegger,

this is a hell of a home brew.

Mm-hmm.

(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)

(ARMANDO): DRAKE! My boys and I got

- your office surrounded.
- (WHISPERING): Go hide!

- Come on.
- Give Joe up

and nobody gets hurt.

(SUSPENSEFUL JAZZ MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SOFTLY): Frankie said
to hide, so go hide!

(SOFTLY): This look like
the Taj Mahal to you? I don't

see any crawlspaces.

We better get creative.

And here I was
thinking my day was missing

a little gun fire.

Quite the funny talk.

- Where's Joe?
- He skipped town.

- I bet he'll send a postcard.
- I mean business, blondie.

- I heard Joe's voice.
- (GUN CLICKS)

And I got no problem shooting
up this joint to find him.

Oh! Can I help you with something?

Sorry, sweetheart. I... I'm
just looking for a pal.

And I'm looking for a way
to beat this heat.

- Do you mind?
- All clear.

Let's scram, fellas.

(GASP)

Well, it's that time in the
shakedown where I'm gonna

have to ask you to leave.

- That supposed to be a threat?
- I'm not one for threats.

- But this is a fair warning.
- Oh, yeah? Or else what?

Hm. Well...

my friend at the police
force gave me this file.

Seems someone else was feeding
the police information

after Joe left town.

Now, I wonder what your brother,
Lorenzo, would have to say

- if he got his hands on this?
- You wouldn't dare.

Oh, I like a good dare.

But I'd rather make a trade:

your secret for Joe's life.

Deal. Now, give me that.

Let's scram boys!

Joe ain't our problem no more.

(GRUNT)

You are a free man!

And also very... soapy.

(CHUCKLING)
How'd you get him to leave?

Mary pulled a file for me.

Armando won't be
bothering you anymore.

Well, well done, Chinese Café Girl.

Guess there's more
to a mobster than revenge.

I'm gonna... go.

(SULTRY JAZZ MUSIC)

You know, you could have
mentioned the file

before I, uh... you know,

drank half a gallon of soapy water.

Where's the fun in that?

Now... my train leaves tomorrow.

Any idea how you wanna kill some time?

(LAUGHING)

Bart!

There's no autopsies scheduled
'til this afternoon.

I know. But this one's an emergency.

Autopsies rarely qualify
as emergencies.

Look.
(FLO GASPS)

- He died?
- Mm-hm.

Coroner Thompson's dead.

I... I just spoke to him
yesterday afternoon.

Now do you understand the emergency?

Oh. I have a feeling

that Coroner Thompson's
smiling down on us.

- Or looking up.
- You said you talked

- to him yesterday?
- I did.

What were his last words to you?

- Actually, we talked about you.
- You did?

Yeah. He wanted to move you
to the day shift,

- move me to nights.
- Ah.

Then we should honour his wishes.

Yeah. Yeah we should.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

A trick I learned on patrol

always stick to the hot drinks
in this weather.

Now, it sounds odd, but it works.

Well, if it offers
a reprieve from this heat,

I'll drink the whole pot. (CHUCKLING)

I wanted to, eh... thank you, Mary,

for helping me make the decision
to go live with my daughter.

Oh! It was my pleasure.
You shouldn't be on your own.

God forbid something should happen.

Mm-hm.

Mm.

Now, don't be upset,

but I got you
a little goodbye present.

Oh!

Ah, the other day after you left,

I found a few more things
that belonged to your father.

Here, take a look.

Oh, I don't know. I think I've had

enough surprises about my father
to last me well into 1930.

Yes, sir.

(GASP)

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

Oh, I must have drawn him this
in grade school!

- Mm-hm.
- Oh, yes! And this is

from my first dance recital.

Dutch clock. That's me.

This is a Girl Guide badge.

This must be for leadership.

Mm-hm.

I guess he kept everything.

I'd forgotten that I'd, uh...

cleaned out his desk after he passed.

I should have given you this
a long time ago.

No. No, I think your timing
has been perfect.

Thank you.

I hope I haven't tarnished
his memory for you.

I... I get confused.

No. No, no, not at all.

You're a good man, Officer McKinlay.

And so was my father.

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC)

These goodbyes are starting
to feel like an old habit.

Yeah... old habits die hard.

Takes a special kind of gal
to save a man's hide

not once, but twice.

I owe you.

Just make sure
there's not a third time

- and we can call it even.
- Ah. Where's the fun in that?

(SIGH)

Joe...

(LAUGHING) Relax!

- Neither of us are the type.
- OK.

I, uh, confiscated these.

Figure you deserved a treasure
after what you pulled off.

They're a little flashy for my taste.

I figured you could use the money.

Fence them.

Come visit me
down in sunny California.

Could be fun.

- Look me up under the name...
- Nah.

Don't ruin the surprise.

♪

Goodbye, my Chinese Café Girl.

(CHUCKLING)

(UPBEAT PIANO MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

All of that talk
about the Florida beaches?

It would have been a shame
if we didn't get to see it.

I can't believe
we're finally on vacation!

My mother's going to be so upset
when she sees this tan,

but I don't care!

- You thinking about Joe?
- No!

- Liar!
- Thinking about how good

of an idea it was
to bring Nora and Mildred.

Amen! Can you believe they've
been out every night?

It's our last night, gals!

- What do you want to do?
- (FRANKIE): Well, I say

- dinner at the crab joint.
- Ooh!

- OK.
- (FRANKIE): Drinks and dancing

at the speakeasy and we don't
go back to the hotel

- until the sun comes up.
- I love that!

- Cheers!
- Cheers to that!

- Boof!
- Boof from afar.

(LAUGHING)