All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries s04e06 The Guilty Party.eng

Eye witness
requires testimony.

That's quite the scoop
your boyfriend got, Mary.

- You must be proud.
- I am. Proud, I mean,

Because Steven and I are...
We're not officially...

Haven't you been on a date
three Saturdays in a row?

Well, yes, but...

- Sounds like a boyfriend to me.
- Any news, gentlemen?

Based on the eyewitness's
recanted testimony,

Mr. Logan has been released
and a new trial ordered.

Are you confident
about the retrial?

I believe justice will prevail
and my client will be exonerated.

And, Mr. Logan, how do you
feel about this development?

Like a man who's breathing fresh
air for the first time in three years.

Do you have anything to say
to the Toronto police force?

Yeah. They railroaded me
for that girl's murder.

What they did was wrong
and I intend to set it right.

All right, that's enough.

(clamouring)

So, this woman, she worked

As a salesgirl at the eaton's
perfume counter?

Christine Mayfield. But Logan
always insisted he was innocent

And now the evidence used
to convict him is in question.

Frankly, it's mortifying the
police did such a shoddy job.

- Sorry, Mary, but no surprise there.
- The police screwed up again.

That's where you're wrong.

Derek walston.

- Christine Mayfield's uncle.
- We're so sorry for your loss.

Well, I don't need
your sympathies.

I need you to prove
Logan's guilt.

But the judge just said... - I don't
give a hoot what the judge said.

Logan killed Christine

And I'm not gonna let him
get away with it.

The question is:
Will you help me?

Why don't you give me
your telephone number

And then Frankie and I
will discuss it.

- We don't need to.
We'll take the case.

(jazzy theme music)

(woman scatting)

"The Guilty Party"
February 08, 2021

Hey. So, Mary is gonna see
if she can get a copy

Of the original police file, but
Steven's article really lays out the case.

Should we really be
doing this, Frankie?

Pursuing an innocent
man doesn't feel right.

Well, if he is innocent.

Walston hasn't given us a single
reason as to why Logan's guilty.

If it doesn't go anywhere,
I'll drop it.

Ok, talk me through the case.

- All right...
On may 9th, 1921,

Christine Mayfield left work
with her co-worker,

Connie Reynolds. They walked
together for a short time,

Then Christine took a shortcut
through the park.

The next morning, her body
was found in a pond,

Strangled and drowned.

So, what made the police
suspect Logan?

They found boot prints and a bottle
with his fingerprints close to the body.

And then Connie ID'd him
in a police lineup?

- That is a lot of evidence.
- But then she recanted

Her testimony.
That's not nothing.

We have to talk to her, Frankie.

She's gonna be here
any minute. Do you mind?

Wait...
Where are you going?

Well, flo pulled the autopsy
report. I want to take a look.

- (knocking)
- come in!

Do you still believe it was
Ernie Logan you saw that night?

Like I told the judge,
I can't say.

Not for sure, anyway.

I like those paintings
of the mountains.

Is it the rockies?

Those are actually photographs

Of pyramids.

Oh, yep, those are
the pyramids all right.

Connie, how long have you been
wearing glasses?

I bought these a couple months
ago. Took me years to save up.

Truth is, I'm half blind
without them.

Hm.

According to the autopsy,
Christine had a high level

Of alcohol in her stomach.
Likely gin.

Maybe she went somewhere
after she left Connie?

Or maybe she drank
with her killer.

There was a bottle
found at the scene.

- Are these ligature marks?
- Yep.

She was tied up at
some point, but when they

found her in the pond
her hands were free.

- Any idea what she was tied up with?
- Whatever it was,

It cut deep. But there is
nothing about it in the file.

- I'll see what I can figure out.
- We really could use something.

New evidence in
a three-year-old case?

I am a morgue attendant,
not a magician.

You never know, you might pull
a rabbit out of your hat.

Thanks.

(phones ringing,
typewriters clicking)

What's the Mayfield's file
doing on your desk?

That any business of yours,
McIntosh?

You were the investigating
officer.

Best stay clear of the case now
that it's set to be retried.

I was just
checking on a detail.

You didn't hear me.

I'm gonna keep my eye
on this from now on.

- Mm. Good idea.
Can't be too careful.

- Mm, you got that.
- We've got him, right,

- Don't we? Logan, I mean.
- Dead to rights.

We matched his boot prints to
the scene and his fingerprints

Were all over a bottle we found
near the poor girl's body.

- Ooh, you don't say.
What kind of bottle?

It was identified by detective
Lyle as being

From some place called
bridley's.

Logan moonlighted there
as a delivery man.

- That's pretty damning evidence.
- Amen to that.

Yeah, Ernie Logan's
worked for me.

So, who are you?

I'm a private detective. I was
hired by Mr. Logan's lawyer.

Oh, well, obviously
not much of one.

Ernie spent a long time
in custody

- For something he didn't do.
- Are you sure about that?

- Who's ever sure about anything?
But he was working for me at the time.

- Nights.
- Even the night in question?

- Probably.
- You spoke up for him in court.

- Of course I did.
He's a friend.

That's what friends do.
You wouldn't do the same?

Not if my friend
committed murder. No.

Well, you might feel different depending
on the someone who was murdered.

Hey, speak of the devil.

Hi, Bert. Come
for my old job back.

You got it. Your lawyer's
investigator was just leaving.

- Frankie Drake.
It's nice to meet you.

- You're working for my lawyer, are you?
- Mm-hm.

They're pulling out all the stops
to create a top-notch defence.

Oh,

You missed the part about lunch
being a half hour, miss ohanian?

- Sorry, sir.
- Miss?

Still lookin' for
the right man, eh, Stella?

You're getting a bit old
to be so picky.

Good to see you back, Ernie.

Now, look here, sweetheart,
I don't know who you really are,

But I fired my lawyer the minute I
hit the bottom of the courthouse steps,

So why don't you drop that charm
and beat it.

Suit yourself.

- You met Logan?
- Yeah. He made me right away.

- Doesn't make him the murderer.
- How's Connie?

Blind as a bat without her glasses, which
she didn't have on when she ID'd Logan.

- Oh.
- Gals...

Ok. I have not seen a file yet,

But I do have a scrap of info.

The beer bottle found at the
scene was from a place

Called bridley's. Logan used to
work there as a delivery driver.

Yeah, ok, but flo said that
the high level of alcohol

In Christine's system was likely
from gin, not beer.

And if Logan delivered
beer, he could have

easily gotten his
fingerprints on any bottle.

- Yeah.
- But it still proves

he was in the park
that night.

That's not enough. Walston is going to
expect airtight evidence. So is the judge.

- What about the boot prints?
Between that

And the bottles in the park,
it's a pretty compelling case.

We should take a look. Do you think
you can get into the evidence locker?

I can try.

(engine choking)

Ugh!

I'm sorry I haven't had a
chance to look at the file yet.

Detective Lyle
was working on it,

But then detective McIntosh
took it away from him.

He said Lyle shouldn't go
near it, what with the retrial

Coming up. Anyway,
it was a whole thing,

But I'm hoping I should be able
to check it out today.

This is what I get
for putting off a tune-up.

Doesn't Alessandro contento
know about engines?

- Well, he drives racing cars.
It's a far cry from the tin Lizzie.

And I am more than capable
of doing it myself.

I know you are,

But maybe Alessandro contento
has some expertise...

You know, you don't need to
say his full name every single time.

I know.

It's just such
a delicious name to say:

Alessandro content...

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Mr. West.
- Mr. West?

I thought we'd be past
formalities by now.

You did break into
my apartment, after all.

And I thought we were past
bringing that up,

Considering I apologised
with a bottle of gin.

Well, friend, sounds like
your car's on the Fritz.

Thought maybe
you could use a ride.

Well, that's
awfully nice of you...

Um, Mary?

Do you mind if Sebastian gives
you a ride to the station?

Oh, that's
a very friendly offer.

But, ah, no, thank you.
I can... I can walk.

- Suit yourself.
See you around, Frankie.

Oh, Frankie, I never
thought I'd say this,

- But forget Alessandro contento.
- What are you talking about?

Did you hear how
he said the word 'friend'?

- Talk about delicious.
- Mary!

(laughing)

It's a bottle.

Hm.

Ah!

Oh!

Why didn't you put this back in
the evidence box with the boots?

- I panicked.
What if someone finds out

I compromised evidence? I could
be kicked off the force, flo.

Well, there's no use
in crying over spilled soil.

Maybe we can make use of this.

Frankie said Logan swore he was
never in the park that night.

- Maybe we can prove he was.
- How do we do that?

- By matching the soil samples.
Grab it and let's go.

Where did Connie say
she saw Logan?

By the sycamore tree
near the fountain.

That's the only sycamore I see.

- Darn.
- What?

No match.

This was a good idea, flo,
but a bit of a long shot.

This soil sample from Logan's
boot is three years old.

Interesting. This soil
has manure in it.

I'm gonna chat with that fella.
You coming?

Excuse me.

The dirt on Logan's boot
had manure in it!

And we talked to the
groundskeeper at the park.

It turns out he only
fertilises once a year

On his mother's birthday,
may 12th.

Three days after
Christine Mayfield

- Was murdered.
- Logan was already in prison then.

One guess as to how the wrong
soil got in his boot.

The cops put it there
to incriminate him.

- Told you it was big news.
- I spoke to Connie again.

She was able to pick out
Logan from the police lineup.

Well, that's not unusual.

No, but she was sure it was him because
of the checkered scarf that he was wearing.

The man she saw in the park
had a similar one.

Let me guess. She told the police
about the scarf in her initial statement.

Exactly. Looks like Lyle rigged the
police lineup so that Connie would ID him.

This stinks of evidence
tampering.

It looks like Logan was right, the
police were trying to railroad him.

- You were right.
Logan's innocent.

Christine's killer
is still out there.

Obviously you've made
a mistake.

- We've investigated thoroughly.
Logan is not the killer.

We believe the evidence used
to convict him was planted.

I hired you to find
new evidence,

Not to refute what the police
already have.

Justice works both ways,
for Christine and for Logan.

The man's a monster.

Even his co-workers
at the laundry know it.

- That may be, but he's not the killer.
- I don't need to be lectured,

Miss Drake. Good day

And goodbye.

Well, that's one
satisfied client.

I wish I knew why
he was so sure it's Logan.

Well, there's only one
way to prove him wrong.

How?

By finding Christine
Mayfield's real killer.

What have you done to my car?

Look, Frankie,

Look how it turns and turns.
Beautiful, no?

This was supposed to be a
simple tune-up. My car is in pieces.

- No-no-no. Improvements.
Look, this was hand-crafted

By my mechanic in Italy.

Your wheels are going
to move with such grace.

- The wheels moving was never the problem.
- Ok,

Let's put aside the
troubles with your car.

I would love that.

- And instead discuss its clumsy design.
- Sandro!

A car should have the sleek
lines of a woman's body,

Not the shape
of a deformed animal.

Ford's genius isn't form,

It's purpose.

He makes cars that are within
the means of every man.

- And woman.
- Who are you?

And what do you know
about Ford's genius?

- You two haven't formally met.
Alessandro, this is Sebastian,

He just moved his studio
into the building.

- This is Alessandro.
- Ah, this is your odysseus.

- Right.
- Hm. He is not a fan of the tin Lizzie.

Within means or no,
functionality

Without beauty is like, uh,

Wine without grapes.

And Frankie deserves both.

- Frankie does deserve the best.
Can't argue with you there.

I thank you
for the chivalry, gentlemen,

But I have a meeting
across town in 20 minutes.

- 20 minutes?
No, it's not possible.

- I need two, three hours more.
- Three hours? It...

Is your offer for a ride
still good?

- Of course.
- I'll grab Trudy. I'll be right back.

It's very heroic of you
to offer a ride.

Just make sure

That's the only thing that
you offer to my Frankie, ah?

Enjoy your tinkering, signore.

I managed to take a peek
at the Mayfield file.

- Anything useful?
- There was one thing.

Turns out detective Lyle first
suspected Christine's boyfriend.

A man named Dan Harper.

He worked at hook's garments.

It seems he was
the jealous type.

- The cops follow up?
- No.

Soon as Logan was arrested, they
stopped investigating Harper.

Is there any mention of Derek
walston in the file?

Walston? No,
not that I saw.

Hey, gals, is that everything?
I really gotta scoot.

- Thanks, Mary.
- Ok.

So, what do you think? Should
we continue on with the investigation?

I think we could afford
a day or two, talk to Harper.

- Should we go?
- You go ahead.

I'm going to follow a hunch, assuming
Alessandro has put my car back together.

Right. What's the hunch?

Walston was all over us
about Logan.

Why didn't he ever mention
anything to the police?

(engine starting)

That is what I like to hear.
(chuckling)

A car should
purr like a cat.

Not make the sound
like a wild elephant.

Aw, it's running like a top,
thanks to you.

Those wheels are gonna be
spinning like an Italian race car.

Yeah, I hope so.

I'm only sorry it took so long. You
must allow me to make it up to you.

- Oh, you don't have to.
- No, no. I insist!

After the pace of my tune-up
forced you to ride

In that mangiapatate's truck...
Mamma Mia!

Sebastian is hardly
an idler.

He's a carpenter,
and a pretty good one.

Oh. Yeah?

How about
I take you for a drive

So you can see what it's like to
ride behind the wheel of a real car?

Mm, I would love that.

But first I have
a murder to solve.

(chuckling)

So, how does it feel,
knowing your work

- Helped free an innocent man?
- Good, yeah.

Great, actually,
but my work isn't done

Just 'cause Ernie Logan's
out of jail.

- What do you mean?
- Detective Lyle

Fabricated evidence
to put Logan behind bars

And I won't rest
until I've proven it.

- Well, how are you going to do that?
- Well, I, uh,

Got a pal on the inside.

- Do you mean me?
- Well, who else?

All I need is proof he accessed
the Mayfield evidence

After Logan
was arrested.

I thought you could
have a look at the logbook?

Oh, I don't have
access to that.

Well, not officially,
maybe, but...

Sure you could manage a peek?

Steven, you're asking me
to take an awfully big risk.

I know.

So, what do you say?

Will you have a look
at the evidence log for me?

I'll see what I can do.

Hm.

Mr. Harper? Trudy Clarke,
I'm a private detective.

I'm covering Christine
Mayfield's case.

- Can I ask you a few questions?
- Yeah, sure,

If you make it quick. My boss
considers 15 minutes a lunch hour, eh?

(chuckling)

I'm sure you being
so close to Christine,

This retrial must be
stirring things up.

Mostly things
I'm trying to forget.

What made the police
suspect you?

Let's just say I'm the jealous
type. Christine was a flirt.

- You two fought.
- All the time.

She said being charming to the
men at her perfume counter

Was part of the job.
It got them

To buy more for
their sweethearts.

- But you didn't believe that.
- Not a word.

She got that job and thought
she was too good for me.

She was all fancy.
Best restaurants,

Spending money on clothes,
dry cleaning. Stupid stuff.

I tried to better myself.

I went to night school
for piano tuning...

Nothing changed.

Bet that made you mad.

I didn't kill her, if that's
what you're getting at.

Do you have an alibi?

Christine didn't show up
for our date the night she died.

Thought she was with another man,
so I went and drowned my sorrows.

- Where?
- A speakeasy on shuter.

What's with all the questions?

- Who are you working for?
- Christine's uncle,

Derek walston, he hired us.

Nice try. Christine
doesn't have an uncle.

Whoever you are, just stay away
from me, all right?

If walston isn't Christine's
uncle, then who is he?

More importantly, why did he
hire us to investigate her murder?

I don't know. He must be
connected in some other way.

Who locks their garden shed?

Someone with more
to hide than tools.

- Time to take a look?
- You read my mind. Care to join me?

As much as I love
a musty old shed,

I gotta check on Harper's alibi
for the night Christine was killed.

- Good luck.
- You too.

What are you doing
in here, Shaw?

- Oh, nothing.
Just doing a little dusting,

Keeping busy, you know.

Oh, is that the Mayfield
evidence box?

- I'm testifying at the retrial.
Need to refresh my memory.

Didn't McIntosh tell you
to keep away from that case?

What are you, his spy now?

No. No, not at all.

I sure hope not.

Guys like McIntosh?
They're old school.

Can't teach you
like I can, Shaw.

Speaking of teaching,

I was wondering about the beer
bottle that was found

So close to poor
miss Mayfield's body...

The one with Logan's
fingerprints all over it.

What about it?

Logan was the delivery
driver for the bootlegger,

So wouldn't his fingerprints be
on a lot of beer bottles?

What are you getting at?

Oh, I'm just interested in how
it proves he's the killer,

- That's all.
- Alone, it doesn't.

But you add in the boot prints

And the eyewitness?
That's a home run.

Hm.

You're asking
a lot of questions.

No, no, I'm just seizing
the opportunity to learn.

Sorry for bothering you.

Shall we?

You look lovely.

Beautiful day.

(mysterious music)

(suspenseful music)

Here you go.

Do you remember a woman
named maude vickers?

- I believe she used to work here.
- Yes, I remember maude.

We used to work in the kitchen
together. I was shocked

- When she took her life.
- What can you tell me about her?

Well, she wasn't in Toronto
long. She didn't like it here.

She was nervous, always
looking over her shoulder.

Do you have any idea
what she was nervous about?

No. Although
there was an older man

Who would sometimes loiter by the
back door when maude was working.

Was this him?

Yes, I think so.

What's this all about,
Frankie?

That's what I'm trying
to figure out.

Extensor carpi
radialis brevis...

Extensor digiti minimi...

Palmaris brevis...

You know I never mind being
your anatomical Guinea pig,

But what can you tell me
about maude vickers?

Maude vickers. Found
drowned in small's pond,

July 21st, 1919.

Ruled a suicide,
but I'm not so sure.

Why's that?

The water in her lungs
had no bacterial content in it.

Water from a pond would
have bacteria from the algae.

Exactly.

It seemed like municipal water to me.
There's no way she drowned in any pond.

- It wasn't a suicide.
Can you do me a favour

And pull Christine Mayfield's
lab results?

Sure. You think
the two cases are related?

Ok, let's see here...

This is, no... uh...

The sample is crystal clear.
There's no bacterial content.

Both women are small-boned,

Brunette. They look a lot alike.

So, it's possible... - Christine
wasn't the killer's first victim.

Let's see the same man
kills... young Christine.

What's the common denominator?

Well, sometimes a similar
look is enough for a killer.

- So, you still suspect walston?
- He did lie about being Christine's uncle.

Well, that's not a crime and neither
is keeping newspaper clippings.

No, but keeping them in secret
is a little bit suspicious.

Plus, ai lin said that he was
hanging around quon's

During the time that maude
was working there.

All right, let's say he did
kill her. Why shine a light

On himself by hiring us to
investigate Christine's murder?

So Logan goes back to jail
and he's off the hook.

- I don't buy it.
Harper, on the other hand.

- The jealous boyfriend.
- I checked his alibi.

No one can confirm it.
And the beer

That they found at the crime
scene... it's his brand.

So, what's his connection
to maude?

Well, it's not a rabbit,
Frankie, but I got something.

- A rabbit?
- Oh, you had to be there.

I think I figured out what
Christine was tied up with.

Piano wire. That helpful?

Sure is. Harper was studying
to be a piano tuner.

- Ah! Sounds like a fit to me.
- Not necessarily. This looks

Like the same wire
that I saw in walston's shed.

Oh, it's used for all kinds of
things. My father tied his lures

With it. "good for toothy fish,"
he used to say.

My money is still on the piano
tuner. I'm gonna go talk to Harper.

- I'll go talk to walston.
- Be careful, both of you.

Whoever used this on Christine
is a dangerous man.

- Excuse me. Is Dan...?
- Hey!

I thought I told you
to stay away from here.

Is that how you grabbed
Christine before you tied her up

- In the park that night?
- What the hell are you talking about?

Christine was tied up with
piano wire. Isn't that convenient?

I told you I had nothing
to do with what happened.

Yeah, we fought,
but I loved her.

I thought we were gonna get
married until she won that competition.

- What competition?
- When we met,

Christine was working in the
kitchen at Mr. Eaton's restaurant.

He had a contest
to promote some perfume;

She won and then got
all high and mighty.

Look, that's a nice story,
but you're not off the hook.

You have means and motive.

You need to leave me alone.

Things could get really rough
for you, you hear me?

I'd be careful if I were you.

A man could get arrested
for threatening a lady.

- I like Steven, I do...
- But?

But, I'm afraid Lyle
might be on to me

And, I don't know, something
about it just feels wrong, flo.

But you break the rules
for Frankie all the time.

- That's different.
- How so?

- Frankie's a friend.
- What's Steven? A basa fish?

No.

But that's just my point!
I don't know what he is.

I could... I could just be a
source of information for him.

Well, first of all,
no one takes "just a source

Of information" for dinner
at chez rudolpho.

I suppose.

And let's forget Steven
for a second. Just go with me:

If there's a detective at the station
who's crooked, don't you want to know?

- Well, of course I do!
- And just because you look at the logbook

Doesn't mean you have to tell
Steven what you saw.

So, you think
I should lie to him?

- Oh, no, I'm not saying that.
- I don't get it.

Well, I'm just saying
take it a step at a time.

Ew. Blech!

(suspenseful music)

Ok.

Logan was arrested on may 10th.

Oh! Oh, so... I am so sorry, sir.

I was just lost in my thoughts.

Hm. What seems to be
the trouble?

Detective, what
would happen, say,

If it was discovered that an
officer had planted evidence?

Well,

Do you believe such a thing
is happening, Mary?

No, I'm not...
I'm not saying that.

It's... it's just been on my mind
since you told detective Lyle

To keep away from
the Mayfield case,

And with the retrial
coming up and all...

I'm impressed
with your concern, Mary,

But you needn't worry.

The I's are all dotted and t's
are all crossed on that one.

I made sure myself.

Well, that is a relief.

All right, well, thank you.

Good night, sir.

(lively music)

I've terminated our business
arrangement, miss Drake,

So why did you drag me away
from my dinner table?

Did you kill maude vickers
because she refused your advances?

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

- What about Christine Mayfield?
Did she remind you of maude?

- I don't need to listen to this.
- You tried to use me.

You wanted me to get Logan
convicted to get you off the hook.

No. I wanted Logan convicted

Because he murdered both of
them, Christine and maude!

Maude...

My lovely girl.

- You two were lovers.
- She was such a gentle soul.

And she's dead because of me.

Why don't you sit down
and tell me what happened?

Maude told me
about some...

Laundry man who was
delivering to quon's

Who was following her.

I said it was her imagination.

I dismissed her concerns.

And she was found dead
in that pond the next day.

They said it was suicide,

But I never believed them.

- Did you go to the police?
- No.

I was worried that
if our affair came out

It would jeopardise my marriage.

And, by then, it wasn't as if
that would bring back maude.

But then... - the same
thing happened to Christine.

In the exact manner
that happened to my maude.

I knew it was the same man.

- Logan.
- Yes. He was the delivery man

That was making maude afraid.

I was positive that he had
killed them both,

But I needed the police
to be able to prove it.

- So, what did you do?
- I confided in a police officer

That I knew from church. I told
him the story, he believed me.

He got Logan arrested,

But the case against him

Wasn't strong enough to
guarantee a conviction.

So he planted evidence.

What was this officer's name?

I... I couldn't give you that.

- Well, then, I can't help you.
- Please, miss Drake,

I know I don't deserve it,

But I am begging for your help.

If you won't tell me the officer's
name who planted the evidence,

The only other thing you can do

Is go to the police and tell
them what happened to maude.

And do you really think
that will help convict Logan?

I do.

Then I will speak up
for maude.

And if that's the end
of my marriage, so be it.

Look, just go home,
talk to your wife.

She might be more accepting
than you realise.

Come back here tomorrow and
we'll go the police together.

Thank you, miss Drake.

I'll be here by eleven.

Ok.

- Miss Clarke.
- Mr. Walston.

- What was that about?
- It's a long story.

Pour yourself a drink.

(exhaling)

- So, Logan killed both of them?
- Looks like it.

That's why we need to make sure
he gets nailed at the retrial.

Need to start over.

I've asked Mary to take
another look at the evidence

To see what's legit
and what's not.

I'm gonna go back to the laundry
and have another chat with Logan.

All right. I'll try
Connie again.

We should really get some information
about that first murder of maude vickers.

That's why walston's statement
is so critical.

(mysterious music)

(grunting)

Checking to make sure the I's are
dotted on the evidence you planted?

What?

You entered that
boot print into evidence.

- I saw the logbook.
- Yeah, I collected

The boot prints. What's that got
to do with planting evidence?

They were made three days
after Christine Mayfield

Was killed, that's what.
(chuckling)

You're letting your
imagination run away, Mary.

Besides, no one could know
something like that.

That's where you're wrong,
detective McIntosh.

That boot print you collected
has manure in it

And the groundskeeper
at the park only fertilises

Once a year, on may 12th.

- You don't understand.
- I think I do.

Christine Mayfield
wasn't Logan's first victim.

Five years ago, he murdered
a woman not much older than you.

- He's a cold-blooded killer.
- He still deserves a fair trial.

Nothing about police work
is straightforward, Mary.

You'll learn that with time.

If planting evidence is
your brand of police work...

I'm not sure you should be
a member of this force.

What are you saying, Mary?

You're not going
to report me, are you?

And let's try again. Maybe
this time, close your eyes.

- You're wasting your time.
I don't remember

Anything new
about that night.

You and Christine are
walking towards the park.

It's twilight.
You see a little.

Yes. Things on the street

Look more like shapes
than clear objects.

That's all right.

Now, what do you remember?

Um...

A couple leave the park.

They have a dog, a terrier.

Good. Which way
are they walking?

- I don't know. I can't see them now.
- Why not?

There's a truck
parked in the way.

Towards the entrance
to the park?

Yes.

Any markings
on the truck?

- It's black.
And I think...

There are sacks
in the back.

Ok. Now,
what's in them?

Flour?

Or...

No.

I think it's laundry.

I'd forgotten all about the dog
and the truck.

- Hm.
- Was that helpful?

Very. Thanks, Connie.

- So, Mr. Logan's not here?
- No, thank god.

He does seem like
a bit of a creep.

Aren't they all?

Did he leave any
of his things here?

Sure. Mr. Thistlewood never
even cleaned out his locker.

- Do you mind if I take a look?
- If you're quick.

- Yeah.
- Hey, did he really kill that girl?

I can't say.

But if I were you,
I'd look for another job.

Follow me.

That sty's his. It's not locked.

(suspenseful music)

He and Mr. Thistlewood
liked to go fishing.

Take off to the Don and
leave me with everything.

My father tied
his lures with it.

"Good for toothy fish,"
he used to say.

- That's funny.
- Why's that?

- Ernie doesn't drink gin.
Says it's a lady's drink.

Connie remembered seeing
a laundry delivery truck

At the scene.
It's something. You?

Found some piano wire and
a half-empty bottle of gin

In Logan's locker. I'm guessing Christine's
fingerprints are going to be all over it.

- Ok, so far so good.
All we need is Mr. Walston.

- Where is he?
- He should've been here by now.

You think his wife talked him
out of giving a statement?

He seemed pretty adamant about coming
forward, even if it did wreck his marriage.

- Well, we need him here.
He's the key to nailing Logan.

Maybe we aren't the only ones
who know that?

(dramatic music)

- What's your plan here, Logan?
- You're looking at it.

- This won't help you.
- It's a little late

To pretend you care
about what's good for me.

- You won't get away with it.
Shooting a respectable man

Isn't the same as faking
a poor girl's suicide.

- Shut up!
- Why are you doing this?

- You know why, walston!
- Please, just let me go.

- I can't do that.
If you'd just left me alone...

- You killed the woman I loved.
- I didn't kill anyone!

- Until now.
- Don't.

Why not? You're not going
to stop dogging me

Until I'm at the end of a noose,
isn't that right?

Why couldn't you just
let me live my life?

Put the gun down, Mr. Logan.

- You.
- I said put it down.

- You're as bad has he is.
- We can talk about this calmly.

You're both railroading me!

Stop!

Frankie!

- Don't do it.
- No.

Let him.

- He won't stop hounding me.
- You killed maude!

An innocent girl.
And then another?

I did not.

I only ever saw that girl once!

And Christine?
I never laid eyes on.

- So, you admit to seeing maude vickers?
- Sure, dropping off stuff

For quon's.

Bert told me hands off.

Look, I only saw
that girl one time.

And then she was dead.

Here.

Frankie, Christine's boyfriend
said something funny. He said

That she spent lots
of money on dry cleaning.

Didn't think
much of it until...

He and Mr. Thistlewood
liked to go fishing,

Take off to the Don
and leave me with everything.

It wasn't him.

But...

Give me the gun, ok?

It wasn't him.

Don't let them leave.

- You sure I can't convince you?
Couple days in Niagara Falls.

- No one need be the wiser.
- No, thank you.

You know, miss ohanian,
sometimes I wonder

How much you value
your job.

Good thing
she values her life more.

You should get out of here.
(scoffing)

- What are you talking about?
- Maude vickers.

Sweet young thing.

She would come in here and
drop off things from quon's.

Christine Mayfield, she came
in here as well, and, you know,

- She looked a lot like maude.
- The police have the man who killed her.

No, they have the man
that you framed.

I think that you hinted
to Mr. Walston

That Ernie was a bad egg.

You planted the seed
that it was him

And everyone looked exactly
where you wanted them to.

- Prove it.
- I don't need to.

There's more than enough for the
police to take a good hard look at you

And I don't think they're going
to like what they find. Do you?

- (gasping)
- oh...

That's one way
to press charges.

"laundry room lothario
murders two."

I'm surprised the workers
gazette is in the murder business.

Hey, even a socialist
has to pay the bills, huh?

So, did you manage to have
a look at the logbook?

I'm sure it was Lyle that
planted that evidence.

I did, but...

I wasn't able to find anything.

It seems the cops closed ranks.

Huh.

Same old story: Cops
covering for other cops.

I guess.

Are we still on for Saturday?

Of course.

You're my gal, aren't you?

For Lyle. On the tab.

Seems I screwed that one up.

Detective Lyle. Hello.

Seems I was looking at the
wrong man the whole time.

Well, at least the right one's
free. Excuse me.

You hear about McIntosh?

He resigned. Either that,
or he got fired.

- Fired? Why?
- Seems he planted evidence.

- And someone found out.
- Oh, wow.

- I didn't know about that.
- Funny that. He says you did.

Maybe I was right about you
investigating a fellow officer.

Maybe I was just wrong about
the one you were investigating.

- Impressive.
- Paid in full.

- How'd it work out with his wife?
- Well, he wanted to pay us

- Before his divorce went through.
- Good for her.

- Hop in.
- You're kidding.

Alessandro wanted me
to see what it's like

To drive a real car.

Wait, you know
how to drive this thing?

- We'll find out.
(laughing)

- Whoo!
- Whoo!