All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries S01E02 Ladies In Red_track3_[eng]-eng

You certainly know how
to take advantage of a day out.

Just passing the time.

‘Passing time."
Is that what we're calling it?

OK, knock it off now.
- Sorry to make you wait.

It took us longer to wrap things up
than we thought.

Thanks for doing this, Flo.
- Well...

I like the morgue,
but this is a nice change.

Did you get a picture
of the suspect?

I did. And I had that fellow
print a photo, just like you asked.

I think I could've done better
with the framing.

This is who has been sneaking in

to breed with Mrs Timmons"
Great Dane?

Don't underestimate him.
He's small but determined.

I don't know, I think
the composition is challenging.

Really? Thank you.

You know, I do some of the shots
down at the morgue.

It's a real art to put together
a shot that's the...

There is someone
in that house with a gun.

A gun?
- They have a stocking over their head.

You take the back,
I'm going to go to the front.

Do I
get a
♪ 12 un?

PISTOL COCKED

MAN:
Look, whatever you want, we'll pay it!

THUD

MAN GROANS

WOMAN WHIMPERS
- Shh.

VASE SHATTERS

Freeze!

MAN: Come on!

Come on!

Go, go, go!

FLO SCREAMS

Flo, what the hell were you thinking?

I suspect an adrenaline rush overcame
better judgment so I wasn't thinking.

Never do that again.
- Trust me, it's not a problem.

Just what were private detectives
doing in this neighbourhood?

Were you spying on me?

Well, that is quite an accusation,
Mr Conroyd.

Well, as you witnessed,
I have good reason to be cautious.

It was an unrelated case
which is now resolved.

Yeah, fortunate for us.
Thank you for saving our family.

It was a group effort.

Prohibition makes little sense
at the best of times

and right now it makes none.

Single malt directly from Scotland.
Do you care for some?

How can I say no?

HE POURS A DRINK

I'll get right to the point.

I want to hire you to find
the bastards who did this.

Alright.

Well, let's start with the obvious.

Who would want to harm you
or your family?

Oh, I can do better than that.
I know precisely who they are.

You do?
- Communists. Anarchists. Union agitators.

Why would Communists
want to hurt your family?

At worst, to make an example
of capitalist swine by killing us.

And at the least?
- To intimidate me.

We've been having problems
with them at my factory for months.

Well, that is quite a leap from
labour unrest to attempted murder.

Yeah, but it's been growing
progressively worse.

We even called in the Pinkertons

but their speciality
is administering beatings

not weeding out extremists.

They got nowhere.
- Right.

Is this the rope
that you were bound with?

Yeah. It cut into my wrists.

Looks like hair. Maybe hog.

I wouldn't know.

One last question.

Besides our stellar abilities

why do you think we'll have more
success than other agencies?

Well, I think your team could
move amongst our employees

in a way that other detectives can't.

TRUDY:
Communists?

I thought the police cracked
down on them back in 1919.

There was some excuse
to round them up.

Association with
unlawful organizations

advocating force to change
the Government of Canada.

Or something like that.

I guess it forced them
to go underground.

Yeah, I mean, who can blame them?

A lot of these workers came back
from the war

only to end up earning peanuts
in factories owned by war profiteers.

Yeah, if you made it back.

And what if you're one
of those women

went to work to support the effort?

Then you made half the amount
that the men did

or you lost your job.

Try being black.

Spoken like a true Bolshevik.

I just like to keep my politics to myself.

What?

An opinionated black woman
isn't always appreciated?

Not always.
- Well, regardless.

A political stance is no excuse
for attempted murder.

So what's our first step?
- Well...

Let's find out why Mr Conroyd

believes we are the ones best suited
for this case.

What Mr Conroyd was referring to
is that Conroyd Industries

employs a very large number
of female employees.

Most of them came to us
during the war

and then when their husbands
didn't return...

It wasn't women behind
the attacks, Mr Scanlon.

There are men working here too,
in shipping and receiving.

Not a lot, but a few.

And you think that there are Communists
amongst your employees?

Absolutely.

We can't just bust heads
and get rid of them.

The general strikes in Winnipeg
and Boston taught us that.

So what will you do?
Negotiate?

HE LAUGHS
Lord, no.

We just need to be more clever
in eradicating them.

Conroyd Industries is a very
forward-thinking company.

Well, if they are responsible...
- They are.

If they are responsible,
then we will get to the bottom of this.

I'm counting on it.

Well, call me if you need anything.

Of course.

Ah, you must be the new girl.

Clara Pavey!

Hello there.

Ah!

You gave me a terrible start,
Detective.

Oh. I'm sorry, Miss Higgins.
- Oh, Fern.

I was wondering if we could talk
about what happened this morning.

There's not much to tell.

I was working at the table
and the next thing I knew

there was a man standing
in the doorway.

Which doorway?

The inside one.
- Not from the backyard?

N-no...

Did you get a look at him?

Even just the slightest glimpse
under his mask?

Wish I had.

What about any... any markings?
Tattoos or scars?

Nothing like that.
- Did he say anything?

Maybe he had an accent,
or used a specific turn of phrase?

Nothing, but it was
clear what he wanted.

It all happened so fast,
I... I didn't even have time to scream.

Thank you.

I was just reading the Daily.

The next thing I knew
a man was there.

He hit me, and... I don't really
know what happened after that.

Does your father have any enemies?

I thought Communists
were responsible.

I like to keep an open mind.

So what you really want are
the skeletons in the family closet.

Just the ones that come back to haunt.

My father has a mistress.

Probably one in a long line.

I'm sure he has a number
of business enemies.

Mother's good for half a bottle a day.

She'll soon be off to her annual
dry out.

It's nothing unusual
for the Rosedale set.

Well, I appreciate your candour.

If you think of anything else

please get in touch.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

It must have gone very well
with Mr Scanlon.

I don't remember him ever hiring
a gal as quickly as you.

Well, I just told him I needed a job

and he seemed to appreciate it.

It's nice to have someone new
to chat with.

I'm Zelda.

People call me a talkie-tooter

but I always get my work done.

I saw you when you came in.

Gosh, you dress nice.

I like to try to be real up
on things, too.

And your shoes are so pretty.
- Thanks.

Hey, do you know anything
about this terrible rumour

that someone tried to Kill
Mr Conroyd and his family?

Isn't it awful?
- I heard it was Communists.

You heard that too?

Word is they may even be working
right here at the plant.

Go on! Not here!

I don't think they are

but this whole business
has gotten me to wondering.

Have you ever met a Communist?
- Never.

But I have my eyes and ears open,
you can be sure of that.

That's good to hear.

Me too.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Nice meeting you.
- Nice to meet you too.

FOREMAN:
Break time!

Can I come in?
- Of course.

I just want to apologise.
- For what?

For getting in the way
back at the Conroyd house.

Flo, you don't need to apologise.

Still, I want to make it up to you.

So I did some asking around
about your case.

I hope you don't mind.
- Not at all.

You see, I made a friend while
I was working on your dog case.

That man that I saw you
speaking with?

He works at Mrs Timmons' household.

My first friend since Herb
didn't make it back.

Good for you.

Anyway, he knows all the dirt
in Rosedale

so he told me about the Conroyds.

The husband's affairs,
the wife's drinking problem.

Oh, and the son's a layabout.

Flo, I actually knew this already,
but I don't think it's relevant.

Oh.
- But thank you.

He also told me about a vehicle
that was parked in the alley

a couple of times
over the last few weeks.

They were casing the place,
planning the attack.

But you know what bothers me, Flo?

The getaway vehicle
was parked in the alleyway.

So?

So there was a clear path
from the alleyway to the kitchen

yet the attackers used
an entirely different path

that left them exposed.

That doesn't make sense.
- No, it doesn't.

PHONE RINGS

Drake Private Detectives.

RASPY MALE VOICE:
I need to speak with Frankie Drake.

Speaking.

I heard you're looking for Communists
at Conroyd Industries.

Who is this?

I have names for you.

Meet me at the workers' entrance
in half an hour.

Come alone.
- LINE GOES DEAD

You gotta go.

HORSE NEIGHS

Hey, buddy.

What are you doing here?

FRANKIE CRIES OUT

What the heck happened?

You know, I've never been
in an actual explosion before.

It's like this... concussion wave
that just...

takes the breath right out of you.

Thank God you weren't killed.

Well, I think that was the point.
I was lured there.

What are the cops thinking?

Industrial sabotage
by disgruntled employees.

Oh, not the attempt to Kill
the private detective hired by the owner?

What about you?
What did you make out?

The plant gossip introduced herself.
- Hm?

Zelda. I brought up Communists
and she flinched.

You think she's red?

You know, I got the impression
that everyone down there

just wants better working conditions.

That doesn't make them a Communist.

She found you. That's convenient.

My thoughts exactly.

I'm going to try to see if there's
something else on her.

And you?
- I'm going to stay here and soak.

And then I'm gonna catch
whoever tried to blow me up.

Oh, Momma!
What are you doing here?

I can't visit my daughter at work?

Of course, but you don't like what I do

so it makes me wonder
what you really want.

Don't start acting
all detective on me.

Well?

We're in a bit of a spot.

What do you mean?
- Your father...

That logging camp he's been
working at up north

it just up and went out of business.
- What?

And they're not paying him
a cent of what they owe him.

Three months' salary.

Trudy, I can't pay the rent this month.

It's OK. I have money saved up.

I didn't want to burden you.
- Momma, it's not a burden.

And if we need any more help,
we could always go to the bank.

Banks don't help people like us.

It's just until he can find another job.

The Clarke family's gotten through
way worse than this.

Mm-hm.
- MILDRED: Aw.

I'm telling you, Mr Conroyd,
it's a slippery slope.

First they ask for these maternity days

and then where does it end?

That's right. The Reds are
putting these ideas in their heads.

And what happens
when they don't get their way?

Remember what happened
in the Weston plant?

Precisely.

We can't let that happen here.

Don't worry.

We'll find them
and we'll deal with them.

You know, Frankie, I just had no idea
how interesting explosions are.

So, for instance

there's something called
a blast seat and...

Well, what's this?
- Turkish coffee.

Oh! Very exotic.

Mm.

And very strong.

The explosion?
- Right.

All the usual things
are being investigated.

What was the explosive?
Where was it bought?

But here's the big thing.

There was a body in the wreckage.

Has it been identified?
- Yes.

It was a Conroyd employee
named Henry Logan.

He was a bookkeeper there.

So Henry Logan contacts me
because he can name Communists

but then someone kills him
to prevent him from talking to me.

Well, how did he know
about the Communists?

He must've known somehow.

Or maybe he was one
and he was trying to rat them out.

Or he was killed for
an entirely different reason.

Oh. Oh!

Well, there is one more thing.

The explosion with the horse
and the wagon

it's an almost exact duplication

of the 1920 Communist attack
on the Wall Street Stock Exchange.

Horse...

A horse may have saved my life
last night.

FACTORY SOUNDS

So when I arrived last night,
the horse was just wandering around.

I'm sure it was the same horse
that was leading the wagon.

I stopped to take a look
and then the wagon exploded.

So you think the horse
was trying to warn you?

But how did it get loose?

Maybe it was someone with
a heart and they unbridled it.

A murderer with a soft spot
for animals?

Either way, this horse might be able
to lead us to whoever did this.

But it's a horse.

Trudy and I are
following leads right now.

Do you have time to take a look?

Well, I do have a few days off.

Great!

But how?

There are an awful lot of horses
in this city, you know.

Well, this might give you
a head start.

I'm guessing the horse
kicked off this shoe as he ran off.

Odd-looking.

All the more reason that a blacksmith
might be able to recognise it.

Do you like horses?
- To look at.

Perfect!

Jacob, what are you doing here?

Frankie told me where you were.

Thought you might need a lunch.
- Thanks.

Think I could get a job here?

Why would you want to do that?

To make some money
for Ma and Pa.

Mommy and Daddy
don't want you working.

They want you in school,
getting an education.

But they need my help.

Landlord wants two months' rent
now that Pa's out of a job.

That's crazy.

Yeah, and Mom's really worried
but she tries not to let on.

Look. Everything's gonna be OK,
alright?

I'll figure something out.

It's time for you to go.
I'm working undercover.

Just don't say anything.
Understood?

Yeah. Of course.
- And you...

stay in school.

Mind if I join you?
- No, not at all.

You seem a bit off.

It's just this business
about Henry from Accounting.

They found his body
in the wreckage.

Did you know him?
- Only to see, but still.

Mr Scanlon's sure it's the Communists.

Oh, man. First the owner
and then Henry?

The police have been accusing
everyone around here.

I even heard they beat up
some guy in Receiving.

Some people are good at hiding
what they really are.

Yes, they are.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you and me
go somewhere fun tonight?

Us?

Is that a problem?
- No...

No, I didn't mean it that way.
It's just...

I try to be a proper gal and...

I'd love to.

Good!

Excuse me.

Uh, excuse me?

Can I help you, Miss?
- Yes, I'm looking for a horse.

No, this isn't a stable.
Can't help you.

It's not just any horse.

Um, I'm looking for a horse
that's suffering from laminitis.

You know your way
around horses, do you?

No.

But I've been to 11
other blacksmiths today

and they all told me

that that's what kind of horse
wears this sort of shoe.

And I guess I'll be the 12th blacksmith
who can't help you.

I've got better things
to do with my time.

I've had a very frustrating day

and I would very much
appreciate your cooperation!

You're a morality officer.
What are you going to do?

How about I wait outside your shop

until the next time you try
to shoe a horse on a Sunday?

And then I will charge you
with violating the Lord's Day Act.

You're kidding.
- I do not kid!

No, I suppose you don't.

Yeah, I made this one.

In fact, I can tell you exactly
which horse it was.

You're kidding me!

Well, that wasn't so difficult, was it?

PHONE RINGS

Drake Private Detectives.

Frankie, you have got
to get down here.

Flo? What's wrong?
- It's about that body in the explosion.

I've never seen anything like it before.

What about it?
- Just get down here!

I've never been to The Ward.

Really?

Good girls aren't supposed
to go down there.

Ah.

You know, Jews and Chinese...
- Coloureds.

I've never met any of them
before either.

Until you.

I've just heard what people say.

How long have you
lived in Toronto?

Almost two years.

I'm from Grafton.

It's about two hours east of here
on the train.

Have you ever
had Chinese food before?

No. Do they really have chicken feet?

Yes, but I would consider
starting with the chop suey.

Excuse me.

What just happened?

WOMAN CHUCKLES
That's Bart Wilkins, our milkman.

He gets soused most days
and passes out.

Everyone just takes their milk
and leaves the money they owe.

But he was asleep
and the horse just... stopped.

Murph, that's the name
of the horse.

He's walked that route
every day for four years.

So you're saying he knows
all the stops by heart?

Yeah, if it wasn't for that horse,
Bart'd be out of a job long ago.

ZELDA:
It's a day of firsts for me.

Never been in The Ward
or a Chinese restaurant.

Or a speakeasy.
- THEY LAUGH

To firsts.
- To firsts.

You didn't just become friendly and chatty
with me by accident, did you?

What do you mean?

Of course I did.

No... I think you
were prying for information.

Gently, but you were.

Was it that obvious?
- To me.

I... help Mr Scanlon.

He's very worried
about these Communists.

He knows I make friends fast

so he gets me to talk
to new employees

to see if they're... inclined.

Do you think I'm a Communist?
- No, I don't.

And I told that to Mr Scanlon.

Was Henry Logan one?

Not that I know of.

Have you found any Communists?

Because I'm just curious to know
information about them.

OK.

I can introduce you.

FLO: Maggots.

FRANKIE: Maggots?
- FLO: What do you know about 'em?

Clearly not as much as you.

They're what flies eggs hatch into?
- Yeah, I did know that.

Well, flies like to lay their eggs
in places

where there's food for their
tiny little maggots to eat when they hatch.

Places like dead things
with open wounds

and flies smell death,
so they're right there.

What does that have
to do with Henry Logan?

In the autopsy, the pathologist
discovered a knife wound.

He was stabbed to death?
- Yes.

And in that wound were maggots.

Burnt ones from the explosion fire.

That means the flies
laid their eggs and they hatched

before Logan exploded.

Henry Logan couldn't have
made that phone call to you.

Unless he made it
from beyond the grave.

Mr Wilkins?
- Who's askin'?

My name is Mary Shaw

and I was hoping
to ask you a few questions.

About what?
- Your horse and an explosion.

What are you talking about?

Your horse was drawing
a wagon that exploded

down at Conroyd Industries

and I know that because
it threw a shoe there

which I traced back here.

I'm sure you see how that looks.

I have nothing to do with
any explosions.

Are you a cop?
- Well I'm a...

It's complicated.

I'm a morality officer
slash private detective.

That is complicated.

Now, what was your horse doing
down at Conroyd Industries?

Listen, I'm not sure, but...

yesterday, Murph and I
were doing our rounds

and then, well, I guess
I must've fallen asleep.

These things happen.
- And when I got up, he was gone.

Gone?
- Yeah. I thought

'Hell, somebody stole my horse
right out from under me.'

Didn't know how I was gonna make
ends meet.

And lo and behold,
Murph comes wandering back home.

That horse has got
an incredible memory

especially for places
people give him treats.

And where exactly
on your route did this happen?

Just off of Parliament, on Spruce.

Mr Wilkins...

I have a proposition for you.

I'm so glad you could
attend our meeting.

I'm looking forward
to finding out even more

about the Women's Peace Cooperative.

Would you like to take home
some devilled eggs?

Uh, not tonight, thanks.

So they're the agitators Mr Scanlon
was so desperately looking for.

I searched high and low
until I found them.

Yeah. Not what you
expected to find.

They weren't trying to burn anything down
or ruin society.

Just some women who are looking
for a better place to work.

Their roots are in
the suffragette movement.

Getting the vote for women
was everything to them.

Now they're trying
to change the world

through peaceful means.

It just made sense to me,
so I joined.

You never told Mr Scanlon?
- Of course not.

I don't know what happened
to poor Henry Logan or to Mr Conroyd

but these people didn't do it.

So the bogeyman behind the attack
on Conroyd and his family

was a ladies' church group?

Yeah. Don't forget, they also supposedly
murdered Henry Logan.

Do you trust Zelda?
I mean, she is a mole after all.

You know, I think she's just a young woman
who tried to please her boss.

Well, if Henry Logan was dead,
then... then who called me?

And why is Henry Logan dead?

Look, I hear bookkeeper,
I think fraud.

But was he in on it or did he
just find out about it?

Either way, someone wants to blame
his death on the Communists.

And that makes me wonder if
the home invasion was a setup.

Where's Bart?
- I'm filling in for him today.

CONROYD:
This is nonsense.

Mr Conroyd, I can assure you,
we have very good reason to believe

that Communists had nothing
to do with these events.

Based on...?
- Our investigation.

What if I were to tell you
that I could name every single person

in your factory who is a Communist?

They'd be let go.

Well, I'm guessing that is the very least
that would happen to them.

Look, I paid you...

To find out who attacked
you and your family

and in my professional opinion,
it was not Communists.

Then who?
- FRANKIE SIGHS

Whoever it was, they knew
your home very well.

Oh, this is ridiculous!
It was Communists, damn it!

Mr Conroyd, you're succumbing
to the Red Scare.

Your irrationality
is blinding you to the truth.

And Henry Logan.

How do you explain his murder?

I can't. Not yet, but I will.

And in the meantime,
I need a list of everyone

who's been in and out
of your house over the last few months.

Some unsolicited advice...

Don't let Communists
become your white whale.

DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

HE SIGHS

Not hungry?

Just all these goings-on...

They've gotten me upset, I suppose.

You know, Zelda

I don't think you've been
entirely truthful with me.

What do you mean?

And I haven't been truthful with you.

So why don't we both fess up?

It'll make us feel better.
- You think?

I do. And I'll go first.

I'm a private detective.

I'm working undercover here

to try to figure out
who attacked Mr Conroyd.

How could you? I trusted you!

And I haven't said a word.

In fact, I'm sure
the Women's Peace Cooperative

had nothing to do with this.

But something is going on

and I need your help to try
to get to the bottom of things.

SHE SIGHS

Please, Zelda. Help me.

Trust me.
Just start from the beginning.

Back home, we were poor.

I saved and saved to come
to Toronto to get a job.

My mother said I was a fool,
but I came anyway.

And it was difficult.

Lots of gals like me
looking for work.

I was ready to
pack it all in and go home

when I finally found this job.

Then what happened?

I worked very hard

and Mr Scanlon took a shine to me.

And I suppose I liked the praise.

And then one day

he told me he wanted
to take me for dinner.

He seduced you.

He was successful and rich...

and wanted little ol' me
from Grafton...

but he was married to a shrew.

They all are.

He said that he was leaving her

but he just had to arrange
some things first.

And I was so happy,
I would've done anything for him.

So when he asked for help
with the troublemakers at the plant

I was happy.

But he never left her.

Looking back

I just wished I'd believed
in myself a little more.

All you did was
fall in love with someone.

It happens.

All I wanted was what my mother
and grandmother never had...

freedom.

Why are you stopping here, boy?
This isn't one of your stops.

HORSE SNORTS

FLIES BUZZ

Hello?

FLIES BUZZ

The horse led you here?
- That's right.

Do you have a theory?
- I do.

I think that the bomber
wanted the whole affair

to look like
the Wall Street bombing.

And for that, he needed a horse

one that would be untraceable
to him if killed in the explosion.

So he stole Murph.

I didn't realise you guys
were on a first-name basis.

We're old friends now.

Anyway, I suspect they saw
Murph walking past

with his drunken owner asleep
at the reins and they thought

‘Well, I'll just unbridle this horse
and bring him back here.

The drunken sot will
never know what happened.'

They fed him some grain
and Murph never forgets a treat.

So when I did the route with him,
he came back here looking for more.

And by here, you mean where it appears
Henry Logan was killed.

There's a lot of flies.

Looking for somewhere
to lay their eggs.

I think the body and the explosives
were loaded into the wagon

Murph was driven
down to the Conroyd Plant

and then... boom.

Hey, this looks like hog hair.

The same as what was used
to tie up the Conroyds.

So this carriage house
was used twice.

Once for the killing

and another time as part of the attack
on the Conroyd house.

We need to find out
who owns this place.

Oh, I did some asking
while you were on your way over.

The owner died

and the house has been
unoccupied for over a year.

Do you have a name?

Wilbur Higgins.

FRANKIE: Miss Higgins.

Detective.
Still working on the case?

Yeah. It turns out there's
been a new development.

Oh?
- The rope that was used to tie you up

the same rope was found
in a carriage house

that was once owned by
a Wilbur Higgins.

That's your uncle as it turns out.

Isn't that a coincidence.
- It is, yeah, but that's not all.

A man named Henry Logan
was murdered in that carriage house.

His body...
- I had nothing to do with that.

Just tell me the truth, Fern.
It's better me than the police.

I let them in.
- Who were they?

I don't know.
My job was just to let them in.

I didn't want to know, either.
- Go on.

They tied me up to make me
look like a victim

but nothing bad was going
to happen to the Conroyds.

They were just going to take them
into the woods and leave them.

They'd have gotten loose
and been able to get to safety.

It was just to make it
look like Communists did it.

And who came up with this plan?

Richard Scanlon.

Did Conroyd know?

So why did you do this?

Richard often came here
to visit with Mr Conroy.

One day, he came
into the kitchen

started talking sweet to me

and the next thing you know,
we were...

Well, you can guess.
- Mm-hm.

ZELDA:
It's like listening to my story!

He used her just like he used me!

Why would he do this?

We think there might have been
some fraud going on at the plant.

Either Henry was in on it
with Scanlon or he discovered it.

It doesn't really matter.
Something happened between them.

Scanlon wanted Henry dead

and the Communists
were the perfect cover.

But why attack Mr Conroyd?

Conroyd was so rabidly
anti-Communist

Scanlon knew he'd blame them.

Henry's murder would just seem
like a further escalation.

So Mr Scanlon deliberately
tried to make me part of it.

He tried to make all of us
a part of it.

ZELDA EXHALES SHARPLY

I once thought

'Gosh, it sure would be something
for me to get a job.'

And I did that.

But I let myself
be taken advantage of.

We have a plan,
but we need your help.

Count me in.

Starting right now,
no one uses me again.

Trudy, Jacob was looking for you
the other day.

Did he find you?
- He did.

DOOR SHUTS
- He was pretty upset.

He told me what was
going on at home.

He shouldn't have told you that.

Well, I kind of made him.

What's this?
- A bonus.

You can't do this!

Well, the good thing
about being your own boss

is you can do whatever you want.

Thank you.

I'm gonna pay this back.
- Take your time.

FACTORY SOUNDS

Why aren't you wearing
your uniform?

We need to talk.

Now is not a good time.

Maybe it's a good time
for your wife to listen.

I know. I've not been around.

But with everything
that's been going on...

HE SIGHS
Maybe we can go away together next week.

I have a business trip in Niagara Falls.

Have you ever been to Niagara Falls?
- No.

It's really quite something.
Very romantic.

Now, what do you
want to talk about?

I have an admission.
- Admission?

Henry Logan and I
had a little indiscretion.

What?
- Don't act surprised.

Did you think I was just going to
sit around waiting for you?

Well, I suppose I can forgive you.

I'm not looking for forgiveness.

Henry told me
he kept a second set of books.

What are you talking about?

Henry didn't trust you

so he kept some insurance
in case something might happen.

Here's the thing.

If you don't want
anyone else to know

you're going to set me up for life

in that little white house
with the neat fence we talked about.

I didn't think you had it in you.

I'm a modern gal.

It'll take me some time
to get the money.

This is the deal.

You take it and go.

If I ever see you again...
- Believe me, you won't.

WHISTLE BLOWS

You wanted to see me,
Mr Scanlon?

Yes.

It's about our friend, Zelda.
- Oh?

She seems to have got
this notion in her head

that I had something to do
with Henry Logan's death.

You? You wouldn't
do something like that.

Something about a second set
of books and skimming.

Now frankly, Zelda doesn't
have the brains

to come up
with a theory like that

so I'm wondering where she
came up with that idea.

Who are you?

I'm just a gal who's trying
to make a living.

You don't want to tell me.
That's fine.

But if I'm going to lose everything,
SO are you.

No, she isn't.

You're working together.

That makes sense. You're a team.

Keeping all these young women
you seduced happy

must be very expensive.

Ladies?

And I bet there are more
than just Zelda and Fern.

That's why you were stealing
from Conroyd Industries.

To pay for it all.

You have a problem, alright.

It's not Communists,
but you tried to pin it on them.

I guess you've got it all worked out.

It's a pity I'm the one with the gun.

You wanted to know
who the Communists were?

There's your answer.

You're not going to kill us all.

In fact, you're not
going to hurt anyone.

Nothing but girl problems for you.

DOOR OPENS

Flo! You look fantastic!

Something special planned?
- Yes, as a matter of fact.

With your new friend?

Actually, with another new friend.

How scandalous! I love it!

I just thought you should know
the police came to the morgue.

The blood in the carriage house
was Henry Logan's.

Dick Scanlon's done for.
- Good to know.

Also, they arrested
a couple ex-Pinkerton goons.

Hired to rough up the Conroyds,
I'm guessing.

Exactly.
- Hm.

You know, Frankie...

I've spent a lot of time alone
over the last few years.

The morgue, school.

I just wanted to be by myself.

Flo, losing someone like you did,
I can only imagine.

I appreciate yours and Trudy's
friendship.

I appreciate feeling
like I'm a part of something.

Well, strength in numbers,
as they say.

Oh!

Hello, Murph.
- HORSE SNORTS

You are the hero of the day.

A hero deserves a reward.

You had that case solved?
- Oh, we did indeed, Mr Wilkins.

I just came by to thank you.

Well, to thank both of you
for your help.

I was just glad to be of service.

Mr Wilkins...

with Murph's bad hoof,
what's to become of him?

Ah, well, he's doing fine now

but if it gets much worse,
I could have to put him down.

Well, might you retire him
before that?

Oh, I can't afford to keep
a horse that doesn't work.

Well... if it comes to that
I could take him off your hands.

You don't strike me
as part of the horsey set.

Well, Murph and I did get on
exceptionally well.

And he isn't just
any old horse, now is he?

No. No, he certainly isn't.

You know, we might just
be able to work something out.

D'you hear that?
- HORSE SNORTS

So how did it go?

You know, until today

I never thought it'd be possible
to actually have a discussion

with a group of Communists.

You need to stop thinking
of them as some political ideology.

You're not slow to offer
your opinion, Miss Drake.

When needed.
- So what do you suggest?

Consider them your employees
asking to be treated fairly.

We've always treated
our employees fairly.

Do you pay the same wage
to the women as you do the men?

Of course not.

Well, maybe that's the
first thing you should consider.

That's unheard of!

I heard Conroyd Industries
is a forward-looking company.

Well, if the war hadn't happened

there wouldn't be women
working in the plant

but they've proven capable.

Times change.

I suppose they do.
- ENGINE REVS

TRUDY: So... what's next?

The Women's Peace Cooperative
opened my eyes.

Did it?
- I want to help.

I want to make a difference.

How will you do that?

There's a lot of factories
that could be better places to work.

I'm gonna teach workers
about their rights

and how to stand up
for themselves.

I know it sounds pie in the sky.
- Not at all!

Who would've thought?

Zelda Purser...

From farm girl to union organiser.

ZELDA CHUCKLES

You know, this time, you 're not
talking me out of chicken feet.

I wouldn't dare try.