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JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

What's cookin', gals?

You are, Flo!

Don't I know it!

Do you know him?

We just met!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Looking good, number 181

Howard, can we please try to stay on time?

Uh, Mary, I told your mother, I said, "Mrs Shaw.“

I'm a whiz with a side of beef

but when it comes to dancing I'm just a big, sweaty gorilla."

Well, Howard, perspiration aside

I'm sure the judges will give us an A for effort.

An A? You really think so, Mary?

No, I think maybe a B or a B minus.

Howard, I would like a C plus.

Relax the arms, Audrey.

This is the free dance, it's supposed to be fun.

Well, I'm having fun. Aren't you?

SIREN WAILS - Pop, pop. pop!

This is your host with the most, Jonny Cork, Mr Effervescence

and I'm here to remind you

that if you want to win the grand prize

of 250 clams

all you gotta do is keep dancing for another 20 hours.

BELL RINGS - Oh!

That sound means the free dance is over, kitty cats!

So, spectators, here's your hat, what's your hurry?

Head on over to the sidelines.

Contestants, you've got just five minutes

to rest those paws, so don't go far!

Thanks.

That was fun.

Too bad we're not in the competition.

Yeah. Too bad.

Slow down, Shawn. We're not gonna make it to the end like this.

I can't slow down, darling, not when I'm dancing with you.

No, no. Save your energy, OK, I want that grand prize.

And it's as good as yours.

Not if we've got something to say about it, old man.

Sorry, I'm Thomas

and this is my girl, Jennifer.

Shawn. And this is my fiancée, Audrey.

I love your dress.

Oh, thank you. Thomas bought it for rne.

Wow, must have cost a pretty penny. - He spoils me.

Are you taking notes?

See the trouble you're getting me into, old man?

THEY LAUGH

Time to make a special "how do you do"

to the man who made all this possible

Thomas Enfield of Enfield Steel.

DRUMS PLAY

He's not only our sponsor, he's also a contestant!

So remember, when you think strong, think Enfield Strong.

DRUMS CRASH

I could really do without all that.

Why, I thought it'd be nice? - Being the focus of unwanted attention?

No. Being the talk of the town.

It's not all it's cracked up to be.

Thomas is positively bolshy that way.

He thinks that ifs a crime to be young and rich

and handsome... - Stop.

I don't like being in the spotlight is all.

I just came here to dance with my best girl.

If you'll excuse me.

Shawn? - I'm fine.

You don”: look fine.

I'll be fine.

Back in a jiff.

The break's almost over, old man.

SIREN WAILS

It's Mr Effervescence saying break time is over, kitty cats

so scurry those paws back onto the dance floor

it is time to... foxtrot!

MUSIC PLAYS

AUDREY: Shawn?

Has anyone seen my fiancé? Number 42.

Anyone?

Look at Couple 19, they are the ones to beat!

Number 42? Like six foot, skinny-ish...

brown hair? Number 42?

Excuse rne. Looks like you could use a hand.

Oh, could I.

You think he's down here?

He's not-- SHE GASPS

FRANKIE: Stop!

So you're saying I shouldn't notify the authorities?

It's up to you, but they might treat this as low-priority.

With us, you have our undivided attention.

Truth is, I just don't think we can afford private detectives.

We'll figure something out.

Why don't you start by telling us about the tall man?

There's nothing to tell. I've never seen him before.

We just came here to dance. I have no idea why he would take Shawn.

I'm guessing it has something to do with money.

Didn't he have any problems in that area?

No, no, Shawn is great with money.

I mean, he should be, he works in the accounting office

at the factory we work in.

What about gambling?

No.

Shawn is a gentleman.

His only vice is dance...

if you can call it a vice.

We don't.

He lives to dance. It was his idea to enroll us in the marathon.

Thought we could use the prize money to pay for our wedding.

Forty-two is his lucky number.

Hasn't been so lucky for him though, has it?

We're going to find him, I promise.

You think this could be a kidnapping? - Well, kidnappers are only after one thing.

Money. - Which is in short supply for them.

Something else is going on here.

Why don't I take a look outside and see what I can find?

OK. Good.

I'm about to get effervescent.

Mr Cork? Do you have a minute?

For you, doll, I've got five.

One of your contestants has been abducted.

Abducted?

Hal Applesauce.

Phonus balonus. - I saw it with my own eyes.

Who are you, anyway?

I'm a concerned citizen.

Well listen, "concerned citizen."

The people of Toronto flock to the Palais because they know it to be safe.

Well, there is a man in the back of a truck who would disagree with that.

Look, Red, I'm not just the MC.

I'm the manager and I'm the owner

and I've got a lot riding on this.

A violent crime has taken place in your establishment

and you don”: care?

I care that some hysterical broad will cause a stampede over nothing.

Well, if I were you, I would consider shutting clown the marathon.

Well, if I were you, I would consider shutting down your mouth

before it gets you into trouble.

Is that a threat, Mr Effervescence?

Have a bubbly night.

How's the search going?

Sharp, and to the point.

I found this syringe.

Huh. Based on where the kidnapping took place

it must have been dropped by Shawn or the tall man.

You don't think Shawn's"?

Involved in something he really shouldn't be involved in?

He didn't seem like a dope fiend

at least not from what Audrey told us about him.

Maybe she didn't know.

Well, how could she not?

She's in love. - So?

That's what it does. Love blinds you.

SHE SIGHS Who's got time for that?

Not Frankie Drake, apparently.

Why don't you poke around backstage. see if anyone saw anything?

I can handle that.

I'm gonna find out what's in this syringe.

I need some help on a case.

You're working a case here? Now?

Well, trouble knows where to find me. - Oh. I'd say this is a bit of trouble.

Can you figure out what was in there?

And miss Mary dancing the Texas Tommy with Twinkletoes?

I'll take that as a yes. - Mm.

JONNY CORK: No, I am not about to...

No, don't you threaten me!

You have no idea what I'm capable of!

You... you stick to the arrangement

or I will sell you out so fast you'll have no idea what's hit you!

No, I... I said... I said it's under control!

Tickles Malone.

Trudy Clarke. Been a while.

It's been months!

You know, I see your grandma at church

she's worried... hopes you haven't fallen into sin.

Not sin. Just jazz.

I'm a full-time musician now.

Oh.

Hey, you should sit in with us tonight.

Sing a little.

I would love to, but I'm on a case.

One that you could help me with? - Shoot.

I'm looking for someone you might know. He's tall, drives a truck.

Oh, you must be talking about Ed.

You know him? - Not well.

But he works here.

He's a janitor... officially.

And unofficially?

HE CHUCKLES

Let's just say Ed has a sideline slinging his own hooch.

Serves his customers in the storage room.

Not that... ahem... I have ever been a customer.

Oh... A jazz musician buying illegal hooch?

Tickles, I am shocked.

Just keep it under your hat.

Alright? Grandma still has a mean left hand.

Your secret is safe with me.

Audrey, if you want us to find Shawn

you have to be completely honest with us.

Of course.

Have you noticed him acting strange lately?

How do you mean?

Have you had the sense that something might be wrong?

Not wrong...

he's just private.

Even secretive. He...

Sometimes, I feel like he's not telling me everything.

TRUDY: Frankie!

I got something.

This is where Ed the janitor serves his customers.

Oh! SHE COUGHS

It must be 150 proof.

So, Ed knocks Shawn out

and then drags him to his truck

which is conveniently located right through there.

It's a kidnapping.

FRANKIE SIGHS

DOOR OPENS

HE GASPS

Thomas Enfield?

Well, who were you expecting, a German spy?

Gosh, you two scared me half to death!

Why're you here?

Well, all this dancing has me...

gasping for a real drink.

Isn't that why you two are here, you're looking for Ed?

No, we're looking for Shawn Wilkington whose number you happen to be wearing.

I am?

Oh...

Yeah, that fellow I met earlier.

He's a nice chap, a little off though.

You know. he must have grabbed my jacket by mistake

and then I his.

Never even realised 'til now.

He took Shawn by mistake.

He meant to take the heir to the Enfield fortune.

And what happens when he finds that out?

It's not gonna be good for Shawn.

So this scoundrel was after me but kidnapped Shawn by mistake?

Shh, keep your voice down! We don't want the whole ballroom to hear.

Right. - Thomas, where have you been?

And who are you?

I'm Frankie Drake.

This is my associate, Trudy Clarke.

We're private detectives. - Who, lady private detectives?

I never knew there was such a thing.

We get that a lot. - ls there any news on Shawn?

Uh, what is all the commotion? Can I help?

Everyone, in here. Come on.

So, he took Shawn by mistake? - Seems that way.

I still can't wrap my head around this. - It's quite simple, darling.

We appear to be working with the world's stupidest kidnapper.

We're not dealing with anything. Thomas other than getting you out of here

before the kidnapper realises his mistake and comes back for you.

Well, if he does come back

that would be the perfect opportunity to catch him

and get Shawn back.

Then I will stay.

And we'll continue on dancing like nothings happened.

Thomas-- - I won't be talked out of it.

Thank you. - Of course.

You'll be safe as long as you stay visible on the dance floor.

And I'll keep my eyes on him.

And I'll assist you. Four eyes are better than two.

Great. Howard's exhausted already, so I'd be doing him a favour, really.

Where are you going?

To see how the other half lives.

SHE GASPS Dear Lord!

I'm sorry to startle you, Mrs Enfield.

I had to sneak in. in case your home is being watched.

Who in blazes are you? - Frankie Drake.

I'm a private detective.

You don't look like one.

I'm working on a kidnapping case and I believe that your son is the target.

I'm afraid you're a little late, Miss Drake.

What do you mean?

I've just received this.

"We have your son.

Deliver $10,000 to the Don Gravel Pit

by 10pm tonight if you want him to live.

Come alone. Call the cops and he dies."

Please don”: worry. Your son is fine.

SHE SIGHS - Oh, thank goodness.

Where is he?

He's at the Palais.

I believe another man was taken in his place.

SHE EXHALES

That palace is anything but safe.

I'm calling the police.

I'm going to have them bring Thomas home immediately.

No, please don't do that. If the kidnappers find out that you've called the police

an innocent man could die. - Operator.

Connect me with the police. - Thomas isn't going to leave.

He made it very clear. He was insistent, very insistent!

OPERATOR: Connecting you now.

That sounds like Thomas.

He has his father's charm but my tenacity.

I warned him to stay clear of the Palais.

And of Jonny Cork.

But all he seems to care about

is dancing, jazz and flappers.

What can you tell me about Jonny Cork?

Enough to know what he really wants.

He hoodwinked Thomas into sponsoring

that foolish dance marathon, and that was just the start.

He wanted more money?

$3000 to be exact.

That is a lot of money.

According to Thomas, Cork has debts.

He's on the verge of losing the Palais.

No loss, in my opinion.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Just got back from the Enfield house.

Mrs Enfield received a ransom note

and she couldn't care less about Shawn, by the way.

Sounds like a charmer.

Well, she did give me another suspect.

Who'? - "Pop, pop, pl'

I knew he seemed shady. - Not just shady, he's broke.

Cork is drowning in debt and looking for a lifeline.

Yeah, well. desperate people do desperate things.

But how does Ed figure in?

Maybe he's working with Jonny?

You know, I heard him on the phone hollering at someone.

Maybe he thought Ed took the wrong guy?

I'll do some digging.

And I'll talk with Flo. see if she found anything.

OK.

Take a look.

It's a 23-gauge needle, 1.5 inches long.

It's for intra-muscular injections.

Doesn't mean a lot to me, but OK.

Drug addicts don't inject into the muscle.

They inject intravenously. Shorter needle, smaller gauge.

Huh...

Look at that. You can almost see the bottom parts of a word.

Oh, great catch.

That's a U... an N...

Looks like an I or an L... - I think that's a V.

E... H... S... - University of Toronto.

This needle came from there? - Could be for the trial of a new drug.

The lady who runs the clinical programme is in my night courses.

She might still be at work.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Seems like I have a shadow.

No, no, no. Just...

just pretend like I'm not here.

Pop, pop, pop! By the clock on the wall

I see it is 8pm, which means it is time to swap partners!

Um, Mary. why don't you dance with Thomas?

That might be a little less conspicuous.

Uh, no, I don't think that's such a good idea.

Care to dance, mademoiselle?

Well, if you insist!

I'll find another partner. You behave yourself.

MAN: Can I help you, miss?

I'm looking for the one they call Mr Effervescence.

Took a powder.

What you want him for?

To show him my moves, of course.

Relax, I'm a dancer.

I happen to be a very talented show-girl in between engagements.

You ain't no show-girl.

I saw you talking to him before.

Fine.

Just tell me where he is, Sherlock.

Saw him headed for the storage room.

Didn't look too happy neither.

You're quite light on your feet, Mr Enfield.

Call me Thomas. And it's good to dance

it keeps my mind off of all of this.

Oh, you have nothing to worry about.

I assure you, Drake Private Detectives

they're are the best in all of Toronto.

It's not rne I'm worried about. lt's poor Audrey.

Poor thing.

I shudder to think of anything bad happening to Jennifer.

I can't imagine life without her.

If I may be so bold as to ask...

are the rumours that I've heard true?

That wedding bells aren't far off in the future?

Don't tell me you've been reading that dreadful gossip columnist, Lipstick.

Oh, I, no...

Just so I can keep track of what the girls at work are talking about.

I will say this...

nothing would make rne happier than to marry Jennifer.

Aw! - Nothing at all.

Dr Banting? - Yes?

Janice said you're the only doctor at the university

running a human drug trial using IM needles?

That's correct. Why do you ask?

We found one of your syringes.

May we see a list of your patients?

That's confidential. I'm sorry.

Well, can you just tell us if you have a patient named Shawn Wilkington?

He's been kidnapped. - Kidnapped?

Yes, he's one of my patients. He's a nice young man.

He's been responding very well to treatment.

Which drug are you testing, Dr Banting?

It's experimental, to treat diabetes.

I thought diabetes was untreatable.

Insulin will change all that, I hope.

I hope you're right.

How long has Shawn been taking it?

Six months. Two shots a day, at 6am and 6pm

and he's able to function reasonably well. It's...

it's turned his whole life around.

And what happens if he misses a shot?

Depends. Has he been eating properly?

Has he been exerting himself?

Well, he's been taking part in a dance marathon

as a matter of fact.

Why would he tempt fate like that?

If he's been over-exerting himself

that changes the time line dramatically.

If he missed his 6pm shot, how long before he goes into shock?

Ten hours. 12 at the most.

And once he goes into shock, things get very grim.

He could slip into a coma... - And then he could die.

MAN: Who are you?

You didn't answer my question.

Who are you?

Maggie Frank. Who are you?

Detective Greyson, Toronto Police.

What're you doing here?

Well, I was just out for a stroll

when I... when I saw this poor fella.

Thought he could use some help.

He's dead, ain't he?

Either that or he's taking a really long nap.

You're dressed pretty swanky for someone out on a late-night stroll.

Well, I'm a stylish gal.

Where are you coming from?

Around.

I'm not playing this game.

How is it that a gal dressed to the nines just happens upon a dead body?

Fine. My date got a little handsy in the car, I got him to pull over.

I was hoofing it home when I saw this poor fella

in need of a little help.

Where do you live?

110 Durand Street. Apartment 2B.

You thinkin' of paying me a call?

I will...

if I find out you've been lying to me.

You're free to go. - Wait, but...

What do you think happened to him? Did he fall?

Oh! Was he pushed?

You ask a lot of questions. - I'm curious is all.

Well, you know what they say about curiosity.

It can be fatal... if you're a cat.

Good night, Miss Frank.

Whatever you say, Detective Greystone.

Greyson. The name is Greyson.

Scram.

It's 9PM, boys and girls, which means swap time's over.

So, scurry on back to your original partners.

Hope you've been good.

FRANKIE: Diabetes?

What? Who has diabetes?

Shawn. - Oh, no. That's not good.

His doctor gave me a replacement shot of his medicine. He needs it soon.

How soon? - He could go into shock

in as little as seven hours.

What did you find? - Not what, who. I was looking for...

for Jonny when I found Ed. - That's good.

Not good, Ed's dead. - Not so good.

What do you think happened?

I think Jonny went to go talk to Ed.

They got into an argument, and...

Did you get a look at the body?

Well, I was about to, but then a Detective Greyson

got in my way. Mary, do you know him?

Yes. I met him just the other day.

He transferred in from Hamilton.

I'm told he's very thorough.

All the more reason to keep him away from the Palais.

Yeah, that'll scare Jonny away for sure.

If he comes by, I'll make sure that I distract him.

Flo, I need you to take a look at the body.

I just came from the morgue. - I know. I can give you a ride.

Already taken care of.

My date has a car, and he loves to take me for a ride.

Heya, handsome.

Let's roll.

So, what's our next move? Do we press Jonny?

The stakes are too high.

We need proof to make him talk.

But we have no proof as yet, and we're running out of time.

The ransom drop is at 10. Maybe we catch him there?

But do you think Jenny will actually show up?

Well, if not him, maybe one of his minions.

It's worth a shot.

We just have to convince Mrs Enfield to cooperate.

I'm sure that'll be easy.

I think I have a secret weapon.

So, you want me to go to my safe

take out $10,000

put it in a bag and wait at the Don Gravel Pit

for a kidnapper to come and collect it.

Yes. That's it, in a nutshell.

I think you should leave now.

Mother, this man's a diabetic, OK?

And he needs his medicine, so please have a heart.

I will, Thomas, when you start having a brain.

What if the kidnapper attacks me?

I'll be there to protect you.

Don't be absurd. You're a woman.

Look, it's not just Shawn's life you need to consider here, OK?

He has a fiancée.

If he dies, that's two innocent lives just ruined.

Such a bleeding heart.

Mother. please, just-- - Thomas.

I carried the weight of Enfield Steel on my shoulders

after your father died and very soon

it will be your turn.

You need to be strong, Thomas, like your mother.

I'll never be anything like you.

It's very late.

So, if there's nothing more that you need from me

I would very much like to go to my bed.

Goodnight.

THOMAS SIGHS

SHE SIGHS

Look, I'd put up the money myself

but it's tied up in trust.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologise.

Why don't you have your driver take you back to the Palais?

And what will you do?

I'm gonna move on to Plan B.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

SHE SIGHS This makes so much sense.

Why he was secretive much of the time, why he'd get tired all of a sudden.

My aunt had diabetes. - Had?

How old was she when she--

Twenty-two.

Shawn's 24.

That's old for a diabetic, right?

That's why he didn't tell me. He thought that...

if I knew, then I wouldn't want to marry him.

Or, maybe he's waiting for the right time.

To tell me that he has a death sentence? - To tell you he had hope.

With this new medicine, Shawn could live a long and healthy life.

You really think that's possible?

Doctor Banting's optimistic.

Maybe you should be too.

I'm not just thinking about myself.

If I marry Shawn and have a family

am I just taking a tremendous risk?

Isn't that what love's about?

SIREN WAILS

Pop,pop,pop! It's time for a five-minute break!

But don't stray too far, kitty cats

or you won't find your way back home!

Oh, Detective Greyson!

What a pleasant surprise.

Officer Shaw.

I didn't recognise you there out of uniform.

Oh.

What're you doing here?

Uh, dancing, of course.

I'm a contestant in the Enfield Dance Marathon.

I thought the point of a dance marathon

was to keep dancing. Why have you stopped?

Well... well, I'm on a break.

And what brings you here, Detective?

Can I help? I'd love to help if I can.

No., it's a little beyond the purview of a morality officer, I...

Oh!

It's so noisy in there. You know, Detective. you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

I'm actually a student of policing.

Yeah? - So I'm sure, I'm sure

I can be of some assistance.

Maybe you can.

Oh? - Yeah.

I have, um...

I have a John Doe out there. - Oh.

And by the smell of him, he has been drinking.

Ah, there you go, the evils of drink.

Yes, indeed. He's about six-one.

Dark brown hair. Mid-thirties.

Have you seen anyone matching that description around here?

No. - No?

No. No one of that description, unfortunately.

OK. - But I have seen

other suspicious activity.

Suspicious activity? - Uh...

I've seen hemlines that are very short.

Uh. improper contact between dancing couples.

It's a very long list of morality infractions.

I'd love to go over it with you. Perhaps in here?

Or, or-- - Uh, no.

That's alright, actually. - Oh, no, no.

It won't take long. It would take an hour or two, top speed.

You know, I think it's probably best that I start that report on that John Doe.

That makes sense. - Yeah, but listen

you keep your eyes peeled... - I will.

...for morality infractions. - Absolutely.

Officer Shaw. - And your, and your man.

HE SIGHS Thank you.

Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Stop!

Don't hit me! - I should hit you

for making me run in heels.

Next time you pick up ransom

you might wanna take a look first.

Who are you? - Marcus.

Where's Shawn Wilkington? - Who?

The man you helped kidnap.

Don't know nothing about a kidnapping.

Ed gave me 10 bucks to do a pickup, no questions asked.

Well, who else is involved? - Dunno.

All I know is I was supposed to pick up this bag here and bring it down

to the Palais. - Who're you meeting?

Nobody. I'm supposed to tuck it beneath the third bench

in the back of the bleachers and walk away.

That's exactly what you're gonna do.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS - PEOPLE LAUGH

It's a quarter after three.

And no one's so much as sniffed that bag.

Maybe Jenny's onto us.

Maybe he's waiting us out.

How much longer do we have until Shawn goes into shock?

Well, according to the doctor, about an hour?

Well, I'm not waiting another minute.

We have to go after Jonny. - We have nothing on him.

This may be a long shot...

The ransom letter?

That's a little bit besides the point. isn't it?

Not if we can tie him to it.

There are a lot of typewriters in Toronto, Frankie.

Look at this blurred P. The incomplete C.

They are really distinct.

We need to get into his office.

Mrs Chakowitz.

What on Earth are you doing here at this time of night?

Oh... - Dressed like that?

Oh, it's actually kind of a funny story.

Hopefully a short funny story.

Uh. I was leaving the dance marathon at the Palais

when I remembered that I left my key at work so here I am.

Well, I was woken from my blissful slumber

to conduct an autopsy on some John Doe.

If people are going to insist on dying, I wish they'd do it during daylight hours.

Very inconsiderate, sir.

Did you find anything interesting?

Interesting? - About the body.

If this is your idea of kissing up, it isn't working.

I understand, sir, you're tired.

Uh, why don't I file that autopsy report for you?

I couldn't ask you to do that. - Oh, you're not asking, I'm offering.

That way, you can speed your way back to slumber town.

Well, I won't argue with you, Mrs Chakowitz.

Appreciate it. - Oh.

All in a night's work, sir.

Night.

Mr Cork? Uh, could we have a minute?

It's four in the morning, Tickles, can't it wait?

I wanted to introduce you to a good friend of mine

Trudy Clarke. - Evening, Mr Cork.

She has a great voice that I really think you should hear.

It can definitely wait.

Just come back to audition next week, OK?

If you just give me a chance, Mr Cork, I could really show you I'm good...

What are you doing in here, Red?

Brushing up on my typing-

My father always said I should have another job

to fall back on. I just typed this.

Why do I care?

Because it matches this.

The ransom note.

I don't know anything about that, Who are you two?

Private detectives.

We believe that you're behind the kidnapping and that you killed your partner in crime.

Applesauce.

Phonus balonus.

You were on the boardwalk between eight and nine when Ed was killed.

Ed?

The janitor, Ed?

Why'd you kill him, Jonny?

You girls are crackers. I didn't kill Ed.

You've got nothing on me! - Well, perhaps we should call the police

and they can bring you in for questioning.

Yeah, how would that look? You being led out in handcuffs?

HE SIGHS

You want to know where I was between eight and nine?

Fine. I was having a little parley with a certain hairy-knuckled gentleman

about a certain outstanding loan.

Prove it.

Well, I normally charge extra for this but...

as we're all friends here...

There's your proof.

Well, what's the name of this loan shark? We'll see if he backs up your story.

Even if he could talk now, he wouldn't speak to a female Pl.

Fine, we'll call the police.

No, wait. Wait.

Maybe there was someone.

When I was coming back from my little parley...

I saw this girl coming up the boardwalk and she saw me.

She had fair hair, and she had a gold dress

a glittery gold dress.

Was she wearing a number on her back? - Yeah, I think so, it had a shawl over it.

But she was running, she was running towards the Palais

like she had the devil on her heels.

MARY: What?

Jennifer. A word, please?

I'm awfully tired. Can it wait?

I'm afraid it can't. - If this concerns Jennifer

it concerns me as well.

Well. you might hear something you don”: wanna hear.

I won't leave her side.

You plotted with Ed to kidnap Thomas

but he screwed up and took the wrong guy.

Then Ed came back to talk it over with you.

I beg your pardon?

We know that you met him at 8:30.

I did not.

We have a witness. - No, that's impossible.

She was in the ballroom at 8:30. She was dancing with me.

Uh, no, Mr Enfield. Don't you remember you were dancing with me at that time?

You two planned this together.

No. That's ridiculous. - But then why would you kill Ed?

Uh, what? What do you...

what do you... what do you mean? Ed's... Ed's dead?

What? - You didn't tell him?

It...

was an accident, I...

I didn't take anything. I took the guy you told me to take!

And another thing! Fm not going down for this. You owe me!

I told Ed that we needed to free Shawn

and he wanted to just leave him there to die.

So we argued, and Ed flew into a rage

and came rushing at me.

And you pushed him.

Give me my money! - No!

ED SCREAMS

I simply stepped aside. He did the rest.

Why didn't you tell me? - I was trying to protect you.

Thomas.

She's not from...

the "right" family

not to marry an Enfield.

We decided to run away together.

We needed money to get us started so we came up with this scheme

but we had no idea how to pull it off.

And that's where Ed came in.

I approached Ed.

And he said that he would arrange everything

and he even typed the ransom note himself.

It was our only chance at being together.

I hope you can understand that-- - Where is Shawn?

I... I don't know.

Ed didn't tell you?

He said that he stashed him someplace safe and that's all.

L, I swear to you, that is all he said.

You really had me fooled.

I thought you actually cared about Shawn.

I couldn't feel more terribly about what's happened, I'm truly sorry.

Well, I'll be sure to pass along your apology to Audrey.

Mary, can you take them in there and keep an eye on them?

Come with me.

Think Jennifer's lying about Shawn?

She has no reason to.

News from the coroner.

Based on his injuries

he determined that Ed fell. He wasn't pushed.

So, she didn't lie about that part.

But here's the strange thing - the coroner found arsenic in his blood.

He was poisoned? - No. It was a gradual build-up.

Probably from long-term exposure.

Well, the important thing right now is finding Shawn.

So we need to retrace Ed's steps.

What exactly are we looking for?

Anything that could help us determine where Ed put Shawn.

Where would you guys hide someone?

Well, first of all, it'd be a place I know very well.

A place I have access to

and that no one would be poking around.

Maybe where you make your booze.

It's Wildcat bottles.

They've been out of business for a long time.

Funny. They used arsenic in bottle-making to decolourise the glass'

Maybe Ed used to work there...

A place he knows very well.

A place he still has access to.

Trudy!

You know what you're doing? - Yeah. Doctor Banting told me.

You're gonna be OK, Shawn.

Miss Drake.

I want to retain your services immediately.

You know these charges against Thomas are completely false.

The charges are very real.

Don't be ridiculous.

Thomas was just a pawn in that girl's game.

All she ever wanted was our money.

This has nothing to do with money.

Thomas has a bright future.

You have to help him.

I can't. And if you really cared about your son

you would've let him live his own life.

We need to talk.

I have somewhere I need to be.

I've done some digging on you.

You are a private detective, Frankie Drake.

And there's a file on your old man, too. He was a grifter

ran his own crew. - Leave my father out of this.

Fine.

Let's just stick to more recent history, shall we?

You lied to me last night.

I simply used discretion.

Is that what they're calling it these days? "Discretion"?

Like to play your cards close to the vest.

Only when I need to.

That's not your call to make.

Had I told you everything

there would have been cops swarming the Palais

and that would've jeopardised my client's safety, so I had no choice.

Next time you are working one of your little cases

and you stumble upon a dead body...

you will tell me the whole story.

I will try to be more forthcoming.

You will tell me the whole story.

Whatever you say, Detective "Greystone."

I will see you around, "Maggie."

We're down to the final 15 minutes, kitty cats

and look at couple 19 go!

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

What do they put in their coffee?

If you find out, let me know.

They're winning first place for sure.

There might be one other couple who gives them a run for their money.

Did you do this?

Let's just say we owe Mr Effervescence a favour.

Do my eyes deceive me

or could that be the triumphant return of couple number 42?

Put your paws together

and welcome back Audrey Smith and Shawn Wilkington!

JAZZ MUSIC RESUMES

Relax your arms, Shawn.

Very funny". Mrs Wilkington.

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