(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
There you are! Shall we?
- Yes. - (WOMAN LAUGHING)
- Just dreadful!
Oh, uh...
- Sorry. - (UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
Hello! Is this the Garrick residence?
- It is. - I've been invited to a party.
Miss Vivienne! Lovely to see you again.
Roth. Bertie isn't expecting me.
No matter. Do come in.
- And your name is? - Mary!
- Oh, Jackie! - Oh, I'm so happy you came!
This is my oldest chum, Roth.
- Oh, come in and meet everyone! - Thank you.
Oh, very good then.
♪
(CAR HONKING)
(WITH ITALIAN ACCENT): Hey, baby, looking for a good time?
Haha! What do you have in mind?
That depends. What time do you want to be back?
I have all night.
♪
(SEAGULL SQUAWKING)
(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
Morning, Frankie.
- (FRANKIE SIGHING) - Fun night?
Alessandro gave me a recipe for a new hangover cure.
Oh... Looks like you need it.
(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
Oh, hi.
Hello.
Chep Webley. Webley Insurance.
"When life goes wrong, we make it right."
We are not in the market for any insurance, Mr. Webley.
- This isn't a sales call. - In that case, Trudy Clarke.
- How can I help you? - I have a problem.
My in-house investigator recently up and died.
I'm so sorry.
You need us to look into the circumstances of his death?
Oh, goodness, no. He drowned on holiday with his family.
- How awful! - Well, fortunately for him,
he was well compensated while he was alive,
and he had a very handsome life-insurance policy,
courtesy of Webley Insurance, for afterwards.
- Well, that's a blessing. - For them!
But now I have to hire a replacement investigator.
And in the meantime, I have a new claim that I don't like,
- not one bit. - (TRUDY): Well, we can
certainly help you. Why don't you tell me all about it.
(WEBLEY): Perhaps I should speak with Mr. Drake
- directly. - Do we have any whisky?
And that is?
Frankie Drake! She's the best detective in town.
Well, I'm afraid I need a... professional.
Mr. Webley, we'll take your case
on one condition. We'll solve it
to your satisfaction, and when we do,
you contract us for all your investigative needs.
Miss Clarke, this is not a game.
Oh, I know. You give us the case, we'll solve it.
Very well.
Now, this doesn't look like much,
but this bottle of wine,
- it's worth $30,000. - Oh, that's
- amazing. - Yes.
Well, yesterday, it was stolen from the Garrick
family wine cellar.
And if the Webley Insurance company is to avoid
paying a hefty claim, well, this bottle must
- be found. - There was a party
at the Garrick house yesterday.
My guess is one of the guests took the wine.
Lucky for you, we have an operative on the inside.
(TRUDY): Mary.
We get you the wine, and you contract this firm
for all of Webley Insurance's investigations.
Deal?
I'll expect a call.
(THEME MUSIC)
(WOMAN SCAT SINGING)
Subtitle sync and corrections by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.
Can you believe it?
All the most fabulous people in the city.
To be honest, I didn't even think they'd let me in.
Why did they?
Have you heard about these three flapper girls
who have taken high society by storm this season?
Sure, they're in all the society papers. Very voguish.
The Star calls them the Daybreak Girls.
- 'Cause they party until dawn. - (FRANKIE): Who doesn't?
Well, people have to be at work in the morning.
One of them just became a model for Eaton's Cosmetics.
And without any modelling experience.
Just because she was seen in these society pages.
- That's Lena. - How did you get in
with these girls, Mary?
So, my old friend Jackie
is one of the Daybreak Girls!
She's thick as thieves with Lena
- and Katrina. - That's not
- usually your kind of scene. - Well, no,
not at all, but it's been ages
since Jackie's called me, and I didn't want to reject
- her invitation. - I hope you made the most
- of it while you were there. - You're darn tootin' I did!
I had three glasses of champagne, the real stuff.
- (WOMAN CHUCKLING) - Now, this was meant to be
a salon, so I was doing my best
to keep up with the conversation.
There were so many interesting people there to talk to.
It was... it was difficult to decide who to speak with next.
It reminds me of a frock which was featured
at the Marthe Callot opening in Paris.
Come to my apartment tomorrow, you can read it for yourself.
Less kind. More of an imposition really.
You wound me.
Oh! Ah! I'm so... I beg your pardon.
- (FLO LAUGHING) - Well, were you there
- when the wine was stolen? - Yes. Yes, I was.
- (MAN): Help! - I had a front-row seat.
Search the house! The Lafitte has been stolen!
(MARY): Bertie Garrick was beside himself.
But it turns out the Lafitte is the prize centrepiece
of Bertie's father's collection.
I'm guessing Mr. Garrick wasn't very pleased.
Well, no. They're travelling of course.
So now, Bertie's terrified they're gonna come home,
blame him, cut off his entire allowance.
Fate worse than death.
Did you see any likely suspects?
- No. - Three glasses of champagne
might have had something to do with that.
Maybe we should go to the house and try to figure out
- how they did it. - Stealing a bottle of wine
that expensive is only the first part.
The second is figuring out how to sell it, and that can
be trickier. There can't be many black-market wine sellers
out there with clients able to afford the Lafitte.
Flo, what about that liquor fence that you dated last year?
Hmm! We parted on good terms.
You really finessed Mr. Webley this morning.
"Chep Webley, Webley Insurance.
When things go wrong, we make it right."
I'm really looking forward to turning down that contract
- when we get it. - But wait a minute, Frankie.
- Could be some steady income. - Steady sounds boring.
And besides, we do OK.
Steady income means you could take
more cases that interest you, even if they don't pay.
Well, now you're finessing me.
- (TRUDY CHUCKLING) - ♪
Chep Webley sent you, you say?
I must admit I'm surprised.
Well, apparently, your butler, Mr. ummm...
- Roth. - Right.
Apparently, Mr. Roth wired your father
and he filed a claim immediately.
Uh, my father knows, does he?
Mr. Roth didn't mention that he was in touch
- with your father? - No, well... Well, I think
he's a smidge upset with me just now.
Why don't you show us to your wine cellar.
Roth has the only key.
(TRUDY): Is it true you're the only one that has a key
- to the wine cellar, Mr. Roth? - Yes.
I feel I must assure you
I have been in the Garricks' employ
since before Master Bertram was born.
The Garricks trust me implicitly.
Still, a very valuable bottle.
Money can't buy back integrity once lost.
Is it possible someone took the key without you knowing?
When not in my possession,
the keys are locked in the safe
to which only the senior Mr. Garrick and I
know the combination.
Every night without fail.
So you didn't let anyone other than Bertie in
- to the cellar yesterday? - Correct.
So, how did the thief get down here?
That I can't answer.
That will be all, Roth.
You're sure that the wine was here before the party?
Yes. Absolutely positive. I came down
to fetch a case of champagne before the first guests arrived.
The Lafitte was in its place here.
Oh, please, don't disturb the scene.
What time did you notice that it was missing?
Right about 10 exactly.
More or less. I came down to replenish the champagne.
It was quite a good little party before all this.
The Daybreak Girls were here, you know.
- And the cellar was locked? - It always is. Roth...
let me in to fetch the champagne
and locked up after me. He's... particular about that.
The dust on the rest of the bottles is undisturbed.
Oh. Well, how mortifying.
Yes, I see. I... I will have Roth
- down to clean. - No. I think that she's saying
the thief didn't touch any of the other bottles.
Whoever took the bottle knew exactly where the wine was.
Did any of the guests know about the Lafitte?
Uh, no, no.
Well, Digby knew.
Father showed him when he first acquired the bottle,
but I myself never said a word.
Father strictly advised me not to discuss it.
Looking back, I suppose to avoid just this eventuality.
We're gonna need a list of all the guests
that were at the party last night.
Well, it would have been easy enough to hide
a bottle of wine under a coat and walk out.
- And none the wiser. - You go find Digby;
- I'm gonna talk to Flo's fence. - OK.
I was happy to hear from you, Flo.
Only fond memories of our time together.
Oh, my memories are fond too, Mickey,
but my call was purely business. Ah!
- Mickey, this is Frankie Drake. - Nice to meet you.
- Likewise. - We sure could help your help
- on this one. - As much as I'd like to help
Flo and any friend of hers,
if I get a shot at a genuine Lafitte,
oooh-wheee!
Gotta be honest, my cut would be too good to pass up.
So what if we can get the insurance company to pay your cut?
- That sounds fair. - OK. So you'll let us know
if anyone comes asking about the wine.
Of course. Yes, ma'am.
Well, you are as good of a guy as Flo told me.
I never lie about men. Or taxes. Haha!
One last thing, I wouldn't mind shaking some trees,
so if any of your customers haven't heard
of the Lafitte, maybe you want to mention that it's
- on the market. - And see who gets excited?
You got it.
- Pleasure to meet you. - You too.
Aw, Mickey.
Ah, Flo,
it was reward enough just seeing your face.
But if you don't want it.
(TRAMWAY BELL RINGING)
- You didn't see anything? - The champagne was flowing.
A particularly pleasant vintage.
So by mid-evening, the world of the party
began to spin around me as though I were the sun.
That's quite good, isn't it?
- You felt drunk? - Well, yes,
but this is so much more evocative.
"The world of the party."
Are you telling me you left early, Mr. Digby?
- As though I were the sun. - Look, you're the only guest
that knew that the Lafitte was in the cellar.
Well, now, hold on. I was passed out in the tub
from 9 o'clock onwards. Any witnesses who used
the facilities can attest to the fact.
Well, you could have still slid down to the cellar.
In my condition?
Besides, I wasn't the only one who knew. There's Vivienne.
- Who? - Well, she and Bertie
were affianced for years.
She was as close with the Garrick family as I,
and Mr. Garrick loves to talk about the Lafitte.
Do you think she's capable of stealing the wine?
Well, she's putting up a brave front,
but she's quite put out that Bertie ended things.
And what about those flapper girls?
The Daybreak Girls knew about the wine too?
What, Bertie didn't tell you?
He showed it off to them himself.
Thanks.
- None of this. - Two coffees only.
Merci.
I didn't realize you were in the wine cellar
- yourself, Jackie. - Oh, yes.
About an hour after you arrived.
Oh.
You know, that stocks-and-bonds fellow
was talking your ear off; are you sure he wasn't
- flirting? - Jackie! No!
He was trying to get me to invest.
As if I have a spare thousand dollars
- just lying about. Ugh! - (JACKIE LAUGHING)
You know... I know
this crowd is different from our school chums,
but I have missed you, Mary. Quite a lot.
I've missed you too.
I really like Lena and Kat too.
You know, for once in my life, I feel like I'm
finally having fun
and worrying about no one but myself.
Well, after all the work you did to support the family
after your father died,
I think you deserve this.
Ah, if the girls would just accept you into the group,
I know that we could see a lot more of each other.
They're both so sophisticated.
They're charming girls, I swear it,
but very selective.
- I see. - And you saw the wine?
Yes. Bertie showed us the Lafitte.
(EUROPEAN ACCENT): My family has three bottles at the chalet.
We had to pretend
- to be impressed. - It was boring.
Like this.
Aren't you the new face for Eaton's Cosmetics?
Exactly. So as you can see,
none of us have to steal a thing
to get ahead. All we need are good looks and charm...
...which we have in spades.
What about Bertie's ex, Vivienne?
How would we know? She's certainly not one of us. Ta-ta.
Hmm... Ta-ta.
Jackie.
- They should serve cakes. - It's quaint, though.
- I'll go look for Vivienne. - OK.
I'll go see a guy about an overpriced bottle of wine.
Bertie Garrick broke it off with you, and you showed up at his party.
I wanted everybody to know I don't give a toss.
Maybe you want to see if there is another woman?
Within a week? No woman in the city
would dare cross me like that.
Listen, no one will hold it against you
if you're just trying to pull off a prank.
Is Bertie sweating it? Ah, I did hope he would.
What? You have it?
Promise me he suffers before you give it back.
I found it on the walk outside.
Looks like a spare key
to the wine cellar to me. I assume Bertie lost it.
Bertie said he didn't have a key.
He would say that. Roth would be furious
- if he knew. - How do I know you didn't use
- this key to steal the wine? - (VIVIENNE SCOFFING)
Because that would be ridiculous.
Besides, I was home in my bed by 9.
Our maid servants will tell you.
It's a distinctive key, Mr. Bird; remember cutting it?
Yes. Four-sided.
Not common.
You remember anything about that customer who had this made?
Sure do. Placed the order then stayed an extra 20 minutes
to disparage the ending of the book I was reading.
Considered himself something of a writer.
Tall, fluffy blond hair?
That's him. That's the man who spoiled my book.
Thank you.
A month ago, you made a duplicate key
- of the Garrick wine cellar. - You waited for a party
at Bertie's, so there'd be other suspects and then you made your move.
Asking me in here just to accuse me,
quite frankly, it hurts my feelings.
You want to tell us where you stashed the Lafitte
- or do you want to go to the police? - Now, now,
let's not get ahead of the plot here.
I have a taste for fine wine.
Occasionally, I help myself to something in the Garrick's cellar,
- but never the Lafitte. - (TRUDY): Someone used the key
- to take the Lafitte. - Well, it wasn't me.
I lost the key the night of the party.
Anyone could have taken it out of my jacket pocket
while I was sleeping in the tub.
So who do you think it was?
I have a theory.
- I don't want to. - Mary...
Frankie, those girls have been very nice to me,
and now you want me to spy on them?
They might be nice, but they might also be criminals.
I would really like
these girls to like me,
which is really a long shot.
And if they catch me spying on them...
You have nothing to worry about, Mary. Just be yourself.
The trick is to not care one bit whether or not
- they like you. - Well, I can't do
both of those things, can I?
I can't be myself and not care what anyone thinks.
- That doesn't make any sense. - Girls, I have news.
- Do tell. - There's an underground auction
of rare liquor. Mickey says that's the place
- where the thief will get the best price. - But where's the auction?
Mickey knows a guy who knows a guy.
- Well, let's go! - It's very exclusive.
It's almost impossible to get an invitation.
It's run by a guy named Rhodes.
- Leo Rhodes? - Mhm.
Well, we don't want to steal wine from him;
we'll end up in the harbour or worse.
Looks like we gotta find that wine before the auction.
Seems like we're on a deadline.
This is the place. The deliveries are just a front.
Ask for the owner and say you're interested in the auction.
How do I know about this auction?
You're European, you know everything.
Hahaha!
I'm very pleased that you called me.
I expect helping you with one of your cases
will allow me to see the real Frankie.
We've known each other for months.
Si, va bene, but you don't like to reveal yourself.
Here, I can see what you are most passionate about.
Then I better understand you.
♪
(INAUDIBLE SPEAKING)
- Hey! - Hey.
- I think I got something. - Hmm, do tell.
Well, I was able to track down one of Bertie Garrick's guests.
Apparently, this isn't the first theft that's happened at a party
- in one of their social circles. - It's interesting.
(TRUDY): Nothing as valuable as a Lafitte.
A wallet here or a broach there.
A man's gold cufflink was taken from a party at his flat a couple weeks ago.
- Any idea who took it? - No.
But those Daybreak Girls were there.
Smith know anything about the Lafitte?
He was surprised, intrigued and so happy
for the information that he promised to give me a call
as soon as he heard anything at all.
- (FRANKIE CHUCKLING) - Nice work.
So then he offered to teach me how to build a radio myself,
and now he comes over twice a week,
- and I bake him cookies. - Is he your boyfriend?
No. He's my neighbour. He's 72.
Oh, this is misfortunate.
But just imagine all of the things that he's
seen in his life. For example, he was
in Michigan for Herring's first biplane flight.
I cannot bear old people myself. Kat, would you
pass me that Vogue?
Hello, ladies!
- What's on the go today? - Tara, you found us.
Mind if I get some snaps?
Do give it a rest, Tara.
Wherever did you get that suit? Woolworths?
Have you anything better to do today
than follow us around like a little lost duckling?
All right then.
- Maybe next time. - Mhm.
Well, hang on. You can't speak to her like that.
She's just doing her job,
which I suppose you don't understand
because you've never done a lick of work in your life.
But let's be honest. You need her
just as much as she needs you.
- I beg your pardon? - Tara Tweet
puts you in the society pages every day.
And only your good angles, I might add,
- which is quite generous of her. - This is true.
It's because of her attention that you got you your precious modelling job,
so I should think you ought to be thanking her.
Not many people have the guts to speak to me that way.
- Well, you deserved it. - Hm.
Tara, bring your camera. Mary, come sit next to me.
- (CAMERA CLICK) - (DRUMMING)
(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)
- (CAMERA CLICK) - ♪
(CAMERA CLICKING)
I don't think Mary's gonna like the fact that
- her new friends are thieves. - We don't know that for sure.
Well, stands to reason. She's sensible, though;
I'm sure she'll understand.
- (LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING) - (PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Sensible? Are you sure?
Oh!
- Mary! - (BOTH LAUGHING)
I gotta say, Mary, this is a very interesting version of being yourself.
Well, I suppose there are more sides to me than you know.
Those girls tell you about the things they stole from the parties
- they go to? - No.
If they had, I would have told you.
Really think you're wrong about them. They're just having fun.
Mary.
People like to dish on them because they're popular,
but they're not as bad as they seem.
Besides, they're rich, they don't need to steal.
- So they keep telling us. - My bracelet!
- Has anyone seen my bracelet? - What does it look like?
Diamond and gold filigree. It's my favourite one!
- Well, where'd you see it last? - I was
over by the bar 20 minutes ago.
Then this one came over to order a drink.
Or so she said.
That is a ridiculous accusation.
Jacquie would never steal anything.
- It's all right, Mary. - No! Of course it's not. Look!
Ah!
(JACQUIE): I swear I didn't take that bracelet.
I didn't even notice the damn thing.
That's right! Jacquie's never given a toss for fancy jewelry.
Have you, Jacquie?
It's all right, Mary. This isn't your fault.
I promise you it wasn't me.
- How did that get in your bag? - I don't know. I-I suppose
I put it down on the counter when I went
to the ladies' room, but...
you say you think one of our group has been stealing jewelry
from parties for weeks?
Tell us what you know about Kat and Lena.
Not that much, really.
I've only been cavorting with them for a short while.
Don't worry. I'll find out.
- (SIGHING) - ♪
- (BELL RINGING) - (LENA): Look who's here.
Ah! Shitzie!
So, if you can believe it, those two detectives
actually think Jacquie stole the bracelet.
And now Vivienne is threatening
to go to the police and press charges.
Did you gals see anything last night?
No. Not really.
And who cares? She was caught red-handed.
I feel used.
What do you mean?
We thought Jacquie was a true friend.
Instead, it appears she was using us
to get into rich people's homes.
No, no. Jacquie would never do such a thing.
We like you, Mary,
but we can't continue to associate with someone
who's conducted themselves this way.
I'm just... so hurt.
I guess I was wrong about her.
I hope that you won't hold what she did against me.
- Of course not. - Good.
It's clear you are a person of principle.
As long as you're willing to have nothing more to do
with Jacquie. Can you do that, Mary?
Well, she did do just such terrible things.
- Hmm, yeah. - Mm-hmm.
I have to think of my responsibility
as a spokesperson
and a role model for other women.
Of course you do. I completely understand.
Let's catch those snakes!
What do you mean? Didn't you get any information?
No. But they did say that I could remain
a Daybreak Girl provided I dump you!
- Oh! That's lovely. - Jacquie,
if you took that bracelet, you know I would understand.
I didn't! On my father's grave. No!
What about the wine?
I, uh, I wouldn't even know how to sell it.
- You have to believe me. - It had to be one of those two.
- Do you know where they live? - Yes. In a hotel,
- if you can believe it! - Can you get them out?
Yes. I can get them out.
- (WOMEN LAUGHING) - ♪
It's gonna be hard to tell the difference
between stolen jewelry and what's really theirs.
Look for a man's gold cufflinks and a wallet.
What are these?
What's Bertie Garrick doing writing to Lena?
They were an item?
I'm sure we would have heard of that.
Tara Tweet would have printed that
faster than you can say scuttlebutt.
Bertie certainly had the hots for Lena.
What?
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
"Just say the word and I will drop her
like a hot potato." I think we know why Bertie
- left Vivienne. - I don't know why Vivienne
- would want to hurt him. - (FRANKIE): I gotta say
the man does know how to write a passionate letter.
Look at these. "Zimmerman's Pawn Shop"?
Any receipts for wine?
No. But a lot for jewelry.
Ha! Look at this.
- Who's that? - Check out the back.
Oh.
(WITH AN EUROPEAN ACCENT): Who are these peasants?
I think you know exactly who they are.
"Katherine with Mom and Poppa,"
house on Crooks Street, Hamilton, 1905."
Katrina, the European heiress, is
actually Kathy from Hamilton.
(SCOFFING) That is a lie. Preposterous!
The pawn shop owner recognized you from a photograph.
He said that you've been going there for the past three months.
Must be tough to be a Daybreak Girl without any cash.
But once you get in, just imagine all the places
- you could steal from. - Please. That is obviously...
Did you steal the bracelet from Vivienne and frame Jacquie?
- No. - What about the wine?
$30,000 would be enough to keep you a Daybreak Girl forever.
(WITH NO ACCENT): I didn't take the bejeezus wine!
Ah-ha-ha! There's Kathy!
What about the frame job?
- (SIGHING) - Why?
You two were asking questions,
looking for a thief. I had to give you one.
So you would sacrifice your friendship with Jacquie?
To be a Daybreak Girl! To be in the newspapers,
to be famous,
to finally matter? Of course I would.
- I understand it. - You do?
You don't know what it's like. When you're a Daybreak Girl,
you walk into a room and all eyes are on you.
Handsome young gentlemen.
People hanging on your every word.
And they didn't earn a stitch of it.
Well, I don't think that matters.
(FRANKIE): What did you find out about Lena and Bertie?
Oh, she was only too happy to admit it.
She encouraged him to leave Vivienne,
but then backed right off when she found out Bertie's parents
controlled the purse strings.
Think she's capable of stealing the wine?
She might. But unlike Kat, Lena doesn't really have
any motive, unless she did it
- purely out of spite. And... - (DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
Mr. Webley!
I've been waiting for a report,
but it seems instead you've just been sitting about gossiping.
We're working on the case.
Really?
Well, looks to me like I've just walked into a hen party.
- OK, you know what...? - Mr. Webley, you'll have
our full report at the resolution of this case.
You told me that if you didn't find the Lafitte
before the auction, all would be lost.
The auction is tonight.
Why aren't you doing something?
You want me to do something? I'll do something. I'm quitting.
Oh! I knew I should have hired professionals.
Mr. Webley, just as you say, the hours are crucial
and we are aware of it. Give us to tonight.
We'll solve the case.
Well, I've got no one else to go to now,
do I?
- What was that? - "Hen party?" He's an ass.
That may be true, but he's still our client.
You want us to turn down every lucrative contract
and steady work because the client's a little difficult?
I didn't open up my own company to be told what to do.
Oh, good for you!
But not everyone can just toss their hair and skate on through.
Look...
Nothing's ever been handed down to me and my family,
ever in my life. Anything I want,
- I work for it! - I know that, Trudy. I do.
Look, Frankie, you have the privilege to turn
your nose up at boring insurance contracts. I don't!
- I know. - I'm getting some air.
Frankie, I'm sure you two will work it out.
Um... actually,
I'm really sorry, but I have to go.
Oh.
There's just, um, there's just somewhere I have to be.
Sorry.
(SIGHING)
- ♪ - (TRAMWAY BELL RINGING)
(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
You're back.
Yes. Still a case to solve.
Frankie, this is your agency...
I totally get that... and you could do
whatever you want,
but I need you to understand that there's things
that I want, things that I need.
I know.
He's your client. I never should have fired him.
Mr. Webley is a pain, I completely understand,
but he could be a steady client
for years and I need that.
- ♪ - OK.
OK.
So, I spoke to Flo
and she was able to get us the auction password.
"Us"?
OK, well, not "us," exactly.
- (MAN AND WOMAN LAUGHING) - (WOMAN): Sh, sh, sh, sh!
- I borrowed your boyfriend. - Oh!
(TRUDY): Meet Alessandro Contento
and Aline Aymard.
I love it. So, what's the plan?
I am, as you know, a wealthy race car driver
with a taste for fine wine.
Aline here is my personal sommelier.
(WITH FRENCH ACCENT): Wine is in my blood,
like it was in my mother's and her mother's before that.
- Hm! - Ooh!
(FLO AND FRANKIE LAUGHING)
So, Mickey Pete told us that
a Mr. Izakow will be at the auction. Now, Mr. Izakow has
some deep pockets. He's a diplomat.
If he gets his hands on the wine, we can't touch him.
- So how do we stop him? - Ah, see,
- that's where we come in. - Mickey Pete
says Izakow has no real taste for wine,
buys according to prestige.
Hey, he doesn't know Shiraz from Chardonnay.
He will buy whatever he is told is most expensive.
Right. OK, OK.
So, the flashy race car driver and his personal
sommelier convince Izakow that the real steal
of the auction is anything other than the Lafitte.
Lafitte is for peasants! I wouldn't give to my dog!
(LAUGHING)
You could be a little more subtle, right?
Do you think Leo's gonna let us disrupt his auction?
We won't disrupt anything. Leo can still have his auction,
as long as we make sure the Lafitte doesn't get to the wrong hands.
How do we get it out of whoever's hands it ends up in?
Well, we have a conversation with that person,
let them know about the possession of stolen goods,
- and I'm sure he will change his mind. - OK.
- Smart thinking all around. - It was all Trudy's idea.
Well, see? Insurance doesn't have to be so boring.
(CHUCKLING)
- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - (WOMAN): That's it? That's all we gotta do?
- Jelly roll. - Go ahead.
Hohoho! You two.
- What do you want? - We're Mr. Contento's security.
Oh! We got all kinds of security
around here.
But I guess you broads could use the dough, so come on in.
Race car drivers pay real well.
Now, listen: you cause any trouble...
- We saw the gun. - Yeah, well, they're not just for seeing.
That guy'll take you out in the woods and shoot ya happily.
And here we are! Ladies, enjoy your evening!
It's really something, eh, Drake?
What's that?
All these snobs thinking this grape juice is worth money.
I mean, give me a shot of bourbon any time.
- Or gin. - Yeah, or gin.
All right. Remember, behave yourselves.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Ah! And this is my personal sommelier,
- Aline Aymard. - Enchantée.
Dimitri Izakow.
I've heard of you. You are known to be a man of discerning taste.
Why, thank you. This wine is but a hobby.
And you are interested in the D'Yquem, I imagine?
Of course.
Oh, it is the steal of the evening.
You should know, Mr. Izakow,
I'm not just a worthy competitor on the racetrack, huh?
Keeping out of trouble, Miss Drake?
- Only for you, Leo. - Hm.
Do these sellers show up to these things?
Ah, most of the vendors prefer to remain discreet.
- Hm... I wonder why that is. - Do you, Miss Drake?
Ah, let me see.
I think it's because probably some of the wine they buy
comes from mysterious sources.
Auction's in 10.
♪
Lena!
She helped her friend spy on us.
- To help me. - She can't be trusted.
Jacquie?
I'm sorry, Mary.
♪
800! Very nice
from the lady in black. Would anyone else like
to go to 900 for this spectacular Bordeaux?
900 is a steal, no?
I warned you to be patient. The real prize is coming.
- Sold! - I'm feeling lucky.
Possibly I will bid on the Lafitte after all.
If you did not want my advice, why did you have me travel
from New York all in a rush?
The Lafitte is up last. Obviously, it is the best.
I wouldn't touch that, Mr. Contento.
- Why? - I hear the Lafitte on sale
- is a fraud. - A fraud?!
Ooh, a counterfeit. It's possible.
I were you, I'd stay away.
Brilliant, Frankie.
We may not have to worry about the buyer after all.
Did you hear about the Lafitte?
And now we have the 1811 d'Yquem.
This is an exceptional bottle.
Bidding will start at $1000.
5.
6.
- What are you doing? - The gentleman raises to 7.
Do you want him to buy the Lafitte?
- No. - Then we drain him.
Do I hear 7500?
8!
(AUCTIONEER): 8500.
(FLO): 9.
(AUCTIONEER): 9500.
- 10,000! - (PEOPLE GASPING)
10,000!
Aha! Passionate interest in the D'Yquem.
Bidding is now at 10,500.
11! Jiminy, you better be able
to cover this. I'm still a medical student.
We have 12! Do we have 13?
- Congratulations, sir. - (AUCTIONEER): Sold!
The 1811 D'Yquem
to this fine gentleman in the chair on wheels.
(MAN LAUGHING)
Beautiful! Beautiful! OK, folks,
we're gonna take a little five-minute break now
before the star of the evening: the Lafitte! Hahaha!
- Hahaha! - (LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)
Time to start spreading some lies.
Cheers!
To bathe in her reflected light
was to feel the warmth of the sun.
To feel her scorn was to live
in a cold, dark void.
Well, I don't know if I'd go that far.
Neither would I. So how about two girls
who have earned their place have a drink?
Sure. I'd like that.
I know a joint.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Frankie, look who just showed up.
(FRANKIE): Vivienne, the ex-fiancée.
Leo said the sellers don't usually show up.
Ladies and Gentlemen!
I give you the Lafitte!
Hahahaha!
Bidding will start at $2000.
(WOMAN): 2000? Ha!
That's a laugh.
(MAN): It's a fraud. It's obvious. Not even a good fake.
- It's working. - This is
the 1784 Lafitte.
A bottle recently sold in New York for $32,000.
(MAN): It's not a Lafitte, it's a "LaFake."
- (AUCTIONEER): Do I hear 2000? - Interested?
(AUCTIONEER): This is a historic vintage,
- ladies and gentlemen. - I am not a fool.
$2000!
2000.
You people realize
uh, how much this bottle is
- actually worth, right? - 2500!
Yeah, you're bidding against yourself, lady.
- It's worth much more. - OK. Anyone else?
OK, well,
I guess it belongs to you, sister.
- Hahaha! - (AUCTIONEER): Sold!
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - OK. Let's go.
Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Not here, ladies.
Let's go call Roth.
I'm sorry. I don't understand what happened.
- Thanks for coming. - Roth suggested that we have
- no choice. - Wish you'd leave us alone.
We will once we get the wine.
Sure. Take it.
- Why not? - (FRANKIE): What happened?
- I took it. - Well, that's obvious.
Vivienne had nothing to do with it. I only went to her
for help afterwards, when my plan went to pot.
- Why'd you do it? - I didn't want
to be beholden to my father anymore.
A real man makes his own way.
Bertie wants to open a phonograph store.
So you were going to use the money from the auction to get started?
Father wouldn't have been hurt; his insurance would have paid.
Now we are even further in debt.
I thought you two weren't a couple?
I was a fool. It was my fault. But I love her.
And I him. But now we've lost
thousands of Daddy's money.
(BERTIE): No one was supposed to get hurt.
Except the insurance company.
Well, they have loads of money, don't they?
Even more now that they don't have to pay the claim.
Take it.
Do it again, we won't be quite so understanding.
Mary, is that you?
I can't lie. It is.
At least some version of me.
Your skirt is scandalously short.
I suppose you think I've soiled the reputation
- of the Morality Office. - The Daybreak Girls...
what are they like? They just seem so fabulous.
Appearances can be very deceiving, Gladys.
Well, I'm not sure that I like you, Miss Drake.
Feeling's mutual.
But I can't criticize the quality of the work.
- Am I going to regret this? - You won't.
But if we do, we'll drop him once I get this.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING) - ♪
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Woo!
Your friend Flo is a...
- Come si dice? - Wildcat!
- (LAUGHING) - She kept me up all night!
I told him there was more to Toronto than meets the eye.
And... I saved this for all of us.
(FLO, WITH FRENCH ACCENT): And it promises to be earthy
and oaky with a hint of chocolate and caramel.
As long as it's wet, that's all that matters. (LAUGHING)
- (MARY): Hi. - Hey, Mary! Come in.
- We're celebrating. - Uh, Frankie,
could I just talk to you for a minute?
Of course.
I feel so terrible I walked out on you last night.
It's all right.
I flew too close to the sun.
♪
- Are you back now? - Yes.
Well, let's go get you a drink.
- Ohhh! - There you go.
- Thank you. - (LAUGHING) (CHUCKLING)
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