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Ugh!

I didn't even hear you come in.

You want me to leave?

Are you kidding?

I can get used to this.
I like this. Yeah.

Thank you.

No problem, sir.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

Not more than
I'm gonna miss you.

Call me when you land,
Ms. Miller.

As soon as I land.

Hello?

Somebody out there?

Wait!

Ohh!

Hi.
Hey, man.

What can I get you?

I want to get a drink
for my wife.

There's more towels inside!

This one's a little rare, but
I'll take care of you on this.

Yeah, I know.

Happy birthday, bro.

Thank you. Thank you.
You shouldn't have.

It's the bread maker mom got us.

It's not the knife?

I forget.
How old are you this year?

It's classified.

Well, that works for me. Thank you.

Glad you could make it.
I heard you might be working.

Well, I should be working today.

Even though we got the clinic
up and running,

there is still so much to do.

How's it going?

Oh, it's exhausting,

but it's awesome.

That woman I told you about...
It's amazing what she's done.

You were listening last week when
I told you about her, right?

Yeah, I think you
referred to her

as the "angel on earth" woman.

Joke all you want,

but if it wasn't for her
donations and guidance,

we would have had to close down
the clinic.

You know I'm kidding, right?

As long as you weren't kidding

about me inviting her
to your birthday party,

you're still my favorite
brother-in-law.

Birthday boy.
Hello.

Happy birthday.

I would say I'm sorry
for being late,

but fortunately, you've known me
for a long time

and already accept me.

Hey!

How are you?
Hi, Mel.

Care for one?

Oh, thank you so much.

Come on.

Hello!

Hi.
Hello.

Danny, Olivia, this is Danny.

Danny, this is... the angel on earth.

I usually get
a "nice to meet you," but...

Then I think you've been
introduced to the wrong people.

Happy birthday.
Thank you.

And this is Mel.

Nice to meet you.

Hi.

We can stop on the way back
if you want to.

Bye.

Without Olivia,
there wouldn't even be a clinic.

We've been trying to get funding
for years.

And she shows up and... bam...
Out of the blue,

we're in business.

You donate all the money?

Oh, believe me, I wish
I had that kind of money.

I just provide the start-up

and spearhead the fund-raising
for the rest.

And then, once it's up
and running smoothly,

I'll turn it over to Jill.

I'm already having nightmares
about that day.

Enough about me.

What do you do, Mel?

I'm a photojournalist
for the L.A. Post.

That sounds exciting.

Well, not as much
as you might think.

Next week my assignment
is to take portraits

of the mayor's dog.

Mel is also an extremely
talented photographer

outside of the Post.

You should see some
of her black-and-whites.

Mmm. And is your work
being shown anywhere?

Not yet, but she's...

Actually, it is.

What? Where?

I just found out today.
That's why I was late.

You know the gallery
down on main?

Oh, my god.
It's beautiful.

They want to showcase my work
in their "one to watch" series.

That's huge, Mel. Wow!

Everybody raise your glass.
Congratulations, Mel.

Congratulations.

Cheers.

This is me.

I have to admit, I'm not usually
one for surprises,

but I'm very glad
that Jill introduced us.

So am I.

I should let you
get back inside.

I appreciate the escort service.

This?
This was nothing.

Really?

Really.

My escort services usually
include dinner and dessert.

I just haven't done this
in a long time.

Well, me too,
as you can probably tell,

witnessing my poor attempt
to ask you out on a date.

Like a gentleman.

Would you like to have dinner with me?
This week?

Any week?

You'll get to see me
at the fund-raiser.

Yes, but then I'll have to
compete with 100 other guys,

all vying for your attention.

And I'll admit, I'd rather
have you all to myself.

Is tomorrow night too soon?

Tomorrow night it is.

Call me on this number.

We'll discuss the details.

Happy birthday.

Ho.

What am I thinking?
I don't even know her last name.

Who's Olivia?
No one.

- Did you finish that assignment?
- Yep.

Who's Olivia?

Did you pull those photos
from the file that I told you?

Finn, these are from the story
we ran three weeks ago.

I wasn't here three weeks ago.

I know, Finn.

I need the pictures
from the Wylanski drug bust,

a story that we haven't run yet.

Is Olivia part of the Wylanski drug bust?

Would you please get me
the new photos?

Okay.

Anything new to show me?

Nope.
No, nothing at all.

I've been throwing
your lunch away.

If it gets to be too much...

No. It's not too much.
I can handle it.

All right. But if that changes,
you let me know.

Keep up the good work, Mel.

Hey, Stan.

I was just wondering
if you had a chance

to review my story ideas.

I think there's a couple
in there that I could really...

Listen, Mel.

You have been with me
since you graduated college.

You know that I am
your biggest fan.

But there's nothing on that list
that says "front page."

You take great pictures.

There's a reason you get picked
off the wire so often.

But when it comes to print work,
I need...

Front page.

Got it.
I will work on that.

Thanks.

Front page, Mel.

Front page, Mel.

Mel Dempsey.

Hey. It's me.

How's work going today?

Fine. Fine.

Oh.

- Danny asked Olivia out on date.
- Really?

You're okay with this, then?
Olivia and Danny dating?

Yeah.
Why wouldn't I be?

You know I don't think
about Danny like that.

It's just...

I really don't think
that Olivia's right for him,

but that's just my opinion.

Why not?

Is it because she's rich
and successful,

or is it the long, thin,
never-ending legs?

Listen. I'm gonna have to go
downtown for an assignment

to take pics of the mayor's dog,

and I'm gonna grab some lunch
and swing on by,

and we can talk about it
some more.

Right. See you soon.

It's the northeast corner.

I'll be
in the drugstore!

Just circle the block!
It'll only take a minute!

I came up with a very easy plan.

You think I'm not gonna
give you the rest?

I know you're gonna give me the rest.

I'm just saying,
we follow the plan.

Yeah, well,
sometimes the plan changes.

And you know that
as well as I do.

There's no...

There's no reason...

Take it!

Excuse me.

Oh, for the...

Here.

Good grief.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Okay.

Okay, can you say that again?

Olivia was in the alley fighting
with a homeless man?

No, no, no.

I said she was fighting with some guy,

and this homeless man scared me.

I dropped all the food,

and I felt bad, so I gave him your salad.

What were you doing in an alley?

Well, once I noticed
it was Olivia,

I kind of got a little concerned
that she might need some help.

But when I got closer,

I don't know, I felt like
I maybe shouldn't be there.

Maybe?

Okay, well, did Olivia see you?

I don't think so.

I'm gonna lose my job over this.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Whatever Olivia was doing,

it's none of your business anyway.

And I have to go to work.

And you owe me lunch.

Forget it.
I got it.

Okay.

Bye.
Bye-bye.

Where are you taking me?

You got to just wait.

You got to see this.

My dad used to bring me
up here when I was a kid.

We couldn't afford tickets to the game,

so this is the next best thing.

He used to call the games just
as if we were on the field.

I never knew the difference.

Well, I'm sure you've more
than made up for it since.

I bet the two of you
have season tickets.

I wish.

No, he, uh...

He passed away a while back.
I'm sorry.

That's okay.
It was a long time ago.

I still like to come up here
every now and then.

Well, I'm sure he'd be proud
of the man you've become.

It's late.
I better head back.

Um...

When can we do this again?

I want to see you tomorrow night.

I'd like that.

Oh, I hate that one.

Oh, that's awful.

That one's all right.

Has Danny called you yet?

What? No. No, not...

He's busy.

With his chick Olivia?

They've been out
on a couple of dates.

That hardly makes her his chick.

All right, crop out
the power line, okay?

You could just look her up
online you know.

Hell, you're with
the L.A. Post.

You could have a full-out investigation.

Finn.

I'm just saying.

Besides, I don't even know
her last name, so...

What's the number
of Jill's clinic?

What are you doing?

What's the number
of Jill's clinic?

310-555-0113.

Women's clinic.

Hi, I have a meeting
with Olivia next week

and just wanted to get
the pronunciation

of her last name correct.

It's Whitfield.

"Whitfield."
Well, that's what I thought.

And how do you spell that?

W-H-I-T-F-I-E-L-D.
PHD.

PHD.

Right.

Great. Thanks. You're welcome.

What?

Like this is the first time

you've ever stalked
a guy before?

Yes. No.
No, no, no.

I'm not stalking Danny.
That's not what I do.

It may be inappropriate,
immoral, and objectionable,

but not, however, illegal.

Okay. No.

I-I really think this has
gone on a bit too far,

and I am your boss.

Jackpot!
What?

What city is she from?

Uh, don't know.

From what I gather,
she moves around a lot.

Then we have a problem.

The search returned 922
Olivia Whitfields.

Well, how are we supposed to
figure out which one she is?

Oh, lots of ways...
Age, profession, education.

It'll take some time,
but I'll find her.

I must've lost my mind.
That...

This would go faster if I could
use your press credentials.

Then I'd have access
to all kinds of information.

Nothing illegal.

Got it.

Nothing illegal.

But you didn't say anything
about unethical, right?

Take care of it.
Okay? Thank you.

Give me five minutes.

Give these to Hilary.

Hello.

Hey.

Okay. I've narrowed it down
to 76 women.

76. How are you gonna narrow it
down from there?

We cross them off one by one.

Okay.

Olivia Marie Whitfield.
Born 1962.

Too old.

Mm. Aha!

Olivia Kramer-Whitfield.
Right age.

Oh.
She's a zoologist.
No.

That's my phone.
Can you get it?

I've been waiting at the hot-dog
stand for 10 minutes.

I'm about to eat without you.

Hey, Mel, it's Olivia.

Um, he's a little busy
at the moment.

I'll have him call you back.

Sure. Thanks.

Who was it?

Oh, it was mine, actually.
Just Jill.

Calling about some
paperwork question.

I told her I am not in the mood
for shoptalk.

That's what I like to hear.

Where are we going?

The I.T. department.

Oh, because why?

Because we have nine more names
down on our list.

So I figured one of the computer
whizzes downstairs

could help us narrow it down
a little bit more.

So we're asking
some computer geeks

to help us
with our investigation?

It's not an investigation.

Of course not.

Hi. Henry.

Um, my name's Mel.
We spoke on the phone ear...

Earlier?

Make it fast.
I'm kind of busy here.

We can see that.

I need you to run
a background check

on a woman named
Olivia Whitfield.

We've narrowed it down
to nine possibilities,

but we're not really sure
what to do now.

Date of birth, social?

Well, she's early 30s,

and I know her profession,
sort of. Sort of.

You know what she does.
She runs those free clinics.

But I have no clue
how she made her money.

I don't have time for this.

I can't do anything
without a date of birth

and a social security number.

What can you tell
from a license-plate number?

Name and address
of the registered owner.

Well, do that then, please.

This is for a story, right?

A very big story.

Wait, I don't know what
department you work in.

Mel Dempsey.
Extension 802.

Now what?

Now, I got to get home,
take a shower,

and try to beat rush-hour
traffic to get to my show.

You're gonna help out, right?

Yep. Will Danny be there?
Yep.

Are you gonna tell him
about our investigation?

Firstly, it's not
an investigation,

and secondly, yes, I will if I
can get him alone for a minute.

Lately, he and Olivia
seem to be joined at the hip.

Do you want my advice?

No. But I have a feeling
you're gonna tell me.

Tell Danny how you feel
about him.

Make a move
before it's too late.

You have no idea how I feel
about him.

Of course I don't.

Oh!

Oh! Thank you!

Who's there?

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Um, so I found those files...
You were looking for.

Sorry!

Um, I didn't see anything.
I swear.

No, it's okay, Jill.

Um, what did you need?

Hi, Danny.

You know what? It's nothing that
can't wait until tomorrow.

We should be getting
out of here anyway.

So I'll see you guys later,
right?

Absolutely.

Okay. Bye.

You know, she's right.
I'm starving.

What do you say to dinner?

What are you in the mood for?

Italian...

...and...

...having you
all to myself.

You got it.

Oh, don't.
That's a waste of film.

There is no film, uncle Stan.

Hi, Mel!

You look amazing!

Thank you.

And thank you guys so much
for coming. Really.

Congratulations.

There aren't any naked shots
of me, right? In the corner.

For the sake of the guests,
I hope not.

You haven't happened to have
seen Danny, have you?

I called and left a couple
messages on his cellphone,

but he hasn't called me back.

I haven't heard from him today.

Well, I saw him
a couple of hours ago.

I think he and Olivia
are planning on coming.

I'm sure they're just
running late.

Okay.

When I was little,
we didn't have much.

But I was always a big dreamer.

It's amazing how much
you've accomplished.

Sometimes I find myself waiting
for everything I worked for...

The money, my work...

To just disappear.

And...

Then I'm just this little
8-year-old girl again.

Hungry and scared.

You're never gonna be
hungry again.

And I promise you...

You don't ever
have to be afraid of me.

You promise?

Yep.

Hey, Danny, it's 8:15, and
I was wondering where you are.

If you're running late,
don't worry about it,

'cause my show's open
until 11:00.

Damn it.

I can't believe I forgot.

Hey, Mel.

Hope I'm not disturbing.

Don't be silly.

I'm sorry about last night.
I'm a jerk.

Mm-hmm.

My phone was off.
I swear.

If Olivia and I
would have realized,

we would have rushed right over.

So things are going really well
between you two, huh?

It's unbelievable, Mel.

I've never met anybody
so amazing in my entire life.

One day you're gonna
fall in love,

and you're gonna know exactly
what I'm talking about.

Wow. Love.

I don't think I've ever heard
you use that word before.

I've never felt
like this before.

I was just talking about you.

It's so great to see you.
Are you joining us for lunch?

It's the most romantic
little place.

No. No, I got to head back
to the office.

I was wondering if you wanted

to grab some pizza and beer
this weekend. Catch up.

I'd love to, but we're heading
out to the lake

for the weekend.

Yeah.

Soon, though.

Soon. Definitely.

Okay, then, it was nice
to see you, Olivia.

You know what?
I'll walk you out.

Mel.

Mel, I just wanted to talk
to you.

Okay.
I know this is hard on you.

What do you mean? Me and Danny.

I can tell there are

some unresolved feelings
on your part.

Oh, I really wish people
would stop saying that.

I'm fine. Really.

As long as you're good to him,
that's all that matters.

Oh, but I am.

I'm very good to him.

I feel sorry for you.

I-I'm sorry?
What did you say?

I feel sorry for you.

Can't let your best friend
be happy?

It's really sad...

And pathetic.

A friendly warning...
Let it go.

I don't want this to get ugly.

Are you threatening me?

What's... what's wrong?

Nothing.

Well, obviously it's something.

It's... it's Mel.

Sweetheart,
there is nothing between us.

Mel and I are just good friends.

I know you feel that way, Danny,

but I don't know
that she agrees.

The woman is in love with you.

I don't think she cares
for me much.

Don't be ridiculous.

Mel's just used to spending
a lot more time with me.

You'll see.

Something's not right
about that chick.

You're right.

But it doesn't matter
what I know.

It's only what I can prove,

and right now I can't
definitively prove anything.

So we get proof.

Easier said than done.

Even Henry said
he couldn't find Olivia

without her
social security number.

Or her date of birth. Which we also don't have.

You can get her social
the same way I got your address.

And you can get her date of
birth from her driver's license.

Thank you.

Hey, Pam. I'm here to have lunch
with Jill.

Oh, wait a sec. They're still
in their weekly meeting.

Really? Oh.

You're right.
I am a little bit early.

Is it okay if I just hang
in her office?

Absolutely. When she comes out,
I'll tell her you're waiting.

Thank you.

So, thank you, Marv, Jackie,
for being here.

We've assembled a great team,

and now we need to talk about
the budget for the last quarter.

So, I think you can handle
that, Marv,

and we should have funding
by the end of the week.

Thank you all.

Thank you.

And as long as I have a detailed
cost report by Monday,

then I don't anticipate
any problems.

Absolutely.

Mel and I are gonna go grab
some lunch.

Do you want to join us?

Oh, I'd love to but I have
a thousand calls to return.

Thanks for the offer.

Another time then.

Hey, I've been meaning
to ask you...

How are things going with Danny?

We'll have girl talk and drinks.

I promise.
Perfect.

Okay, Finn, you have a pen?

Olivia's middle name is Ann,

and her social security number
is 585...

This is everything I could find.

Old addresses,
places of employment.

Why is there an 8-year gap?

Can't say for sure.

Maybe she got married
and it was misreported.

Maybe she just fell off
the grid.

It doesn't happen often,
but it does happen.

But you don't have a record
of her graduating from college.

And since her maiden name
is Whitfield,

a degree would have
popped right up.

But this woman has a PHD.

No, she doesn't.

Northwestern had her listed
as a student in the fall of '93,

but she never finished
the semester.

Then she just dropped off
the radar until six years ago.

Are you sure about this?

I know what I'm doing.

L.A. Post doesn't
keep me around

'cause I'm easy to look at.

I also tracked down
the license-plate numbers

you and Finn gave me,

and both are registered
to a company called...

"Parlay Payment Services."

But the address isn't local.

Both cars are registered
to a company headquarters

in El Dorado county.

So that would make it hard
for me to track him.

I wouldn't say that.

Your guy's gotten six parking tickets

in the last two months.

All on the same street.

So, if I had to take a guess,

I'd say he's either living
or working there.

It's really good work, Henry.
Thank you.

Okay. You were right.

There is something really shady
about Olivia's clinics.

I told you.

Her car is registered
to a payroll company.

I looked up "Parlay Payment Services."

Looks like they've had contracts

with clients
all over the country.

In fact, I couldn't find
any clients but the clinics.

Well, it kind of makes sense

if they're trying to streamline
their budgets.

But why is a millionaire
getting a paycheck?

Doesn't she spend her life
giving money to charity?

Do we have an address?

Way ahead of you.

The address is in the middle
of the Sacramento river.

The number is listed
as a cellphone exchange.

What kind of company is run
by a cellphone?

A shady one.

I'm at the address
on all those parking tickets.

It's a motel.

Well, with all those clinics,

I guess they'd have
to be mobile.

Maybe.

But you'd think he could
afford a nicer place to stay.

It's him.
It's the guy from the alley.

Be careful.

All right.
I'll call you back.

Come on. Come on,
just pick up the phone.

Yeah?

Edward Bixler?

Who wants to know?

I am calling on behalf of Olivia Whitfield.

She told me it was very important

that you meet her as soon as possible.

What's the problem?

It's sensitive.

I'd rather not say over the phone.

Where? Meet her at the clinic.

When? As soon as you can get there.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Finn?

I may just have crossed the line.

You'll never guess what I just did.

Yeah, he's on his way
to meet her at the clinic.

Yeah, I don't think
that's up to code.

We got to double-check.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, there.
This is a pleasant surprise.

Is something wrong?

Um...
I think there might be.

Look, I...

This is hard for me, but it's Mel.

She all right?

She's stalking me, Danny.

What?
Yeah.

No. There's got to be some mistake.

Jill was there. I'm sure there's a reason.

It's obvious that she was going
through my files,

and maybe even my purse.

Call Jill.
She'll confirm it.

Yech. Okay.

Okay. It's got
to be somewhere.

Shoot!

I'm a little busy, Finn.

Hey, is Bixler like 5'10",
balding brownish hair,

a long nose, and wearing
a brown jacket?

Yeah, why?

Because he just parked
behind the clinic.

Damn it, Finn, I didn't tell you
so that you could follow him.

I'm not an idiot.

I'll stay invisible and call you
when he leaves.

Okay, fine. Listen, I'm gonna
turn my phone back on vibrate

so that the housekeeper doesn't
hear it go off again, okay?

Okay. Nothing there.

Let's see.

Parlay. Parlay.

You really need a plan in place, don't you?

Oh.

Oh, I got to take this.

I'll be right back.

Hey, I'm here.
Where are you?

What are you talking about?
I'm at Danny's office.

You said you wanted to
meet me at the clinic.

I'm outside.

I never called you.

No, some woman called me.

She said there was some sort of problem,

that I should come right away.

Someone set you up.

Meet me at your place.
I'm leaving now.

I'm gonna head back. I'm hanging up.

Yeah, meet me as soon as you can.

Where are you going?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Um, something just came up.

Is there anything I can do?

No, no, it's just a work thing.

But it might take some time to sort out,

so I'll call you when I'm done.

Okay.

Come on!

Pick up your phone.

Oh, god.

Where are you?

"Olivia Whitfield."

What, Finn?!

Mel! Finally!
I've been calling you!

Why?
What's the matter?

You have to get out of there
right now!

I'll call you back.

No, he left in a hurry, and
I think he's on his way back.

Okay. Okay. Goodbye.

Financial.

Hey. Nobody's been here.
Everything's fine.

Everything's not fine.

That woman is following me.
I know it.

Look, it came up as a blocked
call on my cellphone.

So we don't even know for sure
it was this Mel woman.

I know it was her.

Come on. Eddie.

Fix it.
Make it right.

Relax, baby.

Don't I always make it right
for you?

Mm-hmm.

Come here.

You take care of me,
I take care of you.

When we finish this job,

I'm all yours.

You meet me here later tonight,

and I'll tell you how
we're gonna get rid

of our little problem.

Oh, my god, why didn't you
call me back?

I was afraid something happened
to you,

but I couldn't call in case
he was already in the room.

He was in the room,
and so was Olivia.

I tell you, she has got Bixler

wrapped around
her little finger.

Gross.

So I can't figure out
what she needs Danny for.

Olivia is supposedly loaded,
so it can't be for the money.

The key word in that sentence
was "supposedly."

We have no proof she has
any money of her own.

We don't have proof
that she doesn't, either.

Now, listen, can you run
the name "Fellowship Financial"

down to your boyfriend?

He is not my boyfriend.

Henry's only here until 8:00,
so could you please hurry?

What are you gonna do?

Gonna run home and catch up
on some work

so I don't lose my job.

What do you want to know
about this company?

Anything you can find.

This is getting messy.

I say we just cut
our losses and go.

I want her gone, and
I want it done tonight.

Yeah, I don't think
that's a good idea.

She's a reporter?

She's a photographer.

She takes pictures of the
mayor's dog for god sakes.

No one's going to care
if she's the victim of, say,

a botched robbery attempt.

I don't think it's a good idea.

Do it.

What's up?

We need to talk.

I suppose this is
something important.

Yeah, we got a problem.

Your boyfriend's here.

Get out of there.
Right now.

All right, I'm out of here.

Wait for my call.
Yeah.

Can I get you something
to drink?

I'm fine, Mel, this isn't
exactly a social call.

Then what are you doing here?

To ask you to leave
Olivia alone.

Are you doing this because
she wants you to do this

or because you want to do this?

You broke into her office!

Okay, you looked
through her drawers, her purse.

No, I talked to Jill,

so don't tell me that Olivia is,
you know, being paranoid.

You're right.
I did. I did.

I went through all
of her things,

but I have a reason.

Look, I don't know all
the details yet, Danny,

but she's into some
shady things.

Is that so?
Like what?

Like drawing a paycheck
from a charity.

Olivia doesn't need a paycheck.

Well, she's getting 'em.

All of her clinics
are registered

to some payroll company

in the middle
of the Sacramento river.

The same people who write her
supposedly unnecessary paychecks

and keep her car registered
in their name.

She's also involved
with somebody else.

I saw them together.

This is ridiculous.
Why are you doing this?

Is it 'cause you're jealous?

I'm not making this up!

Look,
it's getting late.

Do you have anything
on these Fellowship people?

Well, it looks like
a standard corporation.

You said this
Olivia Whitfield person

donates money to free clinics?

Yeah.

Well, what's interesting is that

all of the board members
are women.

Seven of them are listed
on the company's DBA.

It looks like the clinics are
their only business venture.

I wonder why they don't file
as a nonprofit.

What's the difference?

Well, since the clinics
count as a charity,

if they applied
for nonprofit status,

they wouldn't have to pay taxes
on any of their donations.

Then why don't they?

I don't know.

Yeah, that's the one.

Mel.
Thanks.

There you go.

These are ready to go
to press, right?

You sound like
you work for a newspaper.

I know. Crazy, right?

Listen, you never called me back
last night.

About Fellowship Financial.

Oh, you know what?

I don't really care
what Olivia is doing.

But you should.

Parlay Payment Services is owned

by that Fellowship company.

A company run by seven
rich women who Henry thinks

should be filing as nonprofit, but aren't.

Well, go tell Olivia.

Maybe she'll give you a fee
for financial advice.

Wait, you don't think these
women know how to run a company?

Seriously, Henry thinks the reason

they're not filing for nonprofit
is because they're embezzling,

or worse.

I guess the IRS goes through
charity financial records

with a fine-tooth comb.

What could possible be worse

than embezzling
from a free clinic?

I don't know.

Using the clinic as a front
to launder money?

Look through this stuff.

Henry should have info on all the
board members by the end of the day.

Okay, Karen.

Hey, Pam, I'm just
gonna go see Jill.

I'm sorry.
I can't let you do that.

What do you mean?

Why don't you just take a seat
right here?

Wait right over here
and I'll call Jill

and have her come out
and meet you.

Why? I always go back
to her office.

Call you right back.

Hello?

Hey, Jill.

Mel's here.

I'm coming out.

Okay. Thanks. Bye.

Be one second.

Do you have her?

I've been tailing her
all afternoon.

I just haven't been able
to get the timing right.

Well, where is she now?

You'll never guess.

What's going on?

Pam won't even let me come back
to your office.

Yeah, I know. It's because
you're not welcome here anymore.

I'm not welcome?

Look, Mel, you know I love you,

but your behavior
is out of control.

You cannot harass Olivia because
Danny's in love with her.

This has nothing to do
with Danny.

Olivia Whitfield is not
who she says she is.

Okay, let's calm down bec...

Stop treating me like a child.

She is lying to you.

She's using this clinic to launder money.

She didn't even graduate from college,

let alone have a PHD...
It's all lies.

Is there a problem here?

Nope, she was just leaving.

You can go now, Mel.

I know you're upset.

Jill, I'm telling you the truth.

I wouldn't lie to you. You really need help.

This behavior is just not normal.

Come on.
It's time for you to leave.

I'll be back in a minute.
Get back to work.

This is the last time
this is gonna happen, Mel.

Or what?
I know what you are.

Oh, just what do you think you know?

That I use men to get what I want?

So what if I do?

And in the end, they get what they want.

My body.

I see that as an even trade.

It's all about you, isn't it?

My clinics will help hundreds

of uninsured women this year alone.

I think that more than
balances out in the end.

So go ahead, run back in there

and tell them
how self-involved I am.

I'm not afraid of you.

You should be.

So, Jill told me what happened
with Mel tonight.

Sorry about that.

It's not your fault, Danny.

I can understand why she's
in love with you.

I know I am.

And I'm madly in love with you.

Which is why I brought you
here tonight.

I have something for you.

Danny.

What do you think?

Yes.
Yeah?

Yes.

"Fellowship Financial Group, founded 2000.

Undisclosed investors."

Of course they are.

Give me something good, Henry.

Oh, here we go.

"Primary board members...
Jessica Leeds,

Abigail Chance, Grace Miller,
and Olivia Whitfield.

Secondary board..."
Well, I know this already.

Mel, there's something fishy
about these women.

We've established that, Henry.

All the same decade or longer
gap in their backgrounds...

Perhaps identity theft?

Common for thieves to
erase death certificates

from victims around
the same age.

Henry.

These women are all frauds.

If there's even more
than one of them.

Okay, 2004.
That's three years ago.

"Multimillionaire Lucas Miller
was found dead

in his home Saturday night
after returning home

from a charity event."
Blah blah blah.

"His wife, Grace Miller, not pictured,

was not in town at the time
of the home invasion.

There was no sign of forced entry."

"Cooper and Tiffany Collins,
Miller's business partners,

say they are stunned beyond words

over their best friend's sudden death.

Miller was married less than a month

to new wife Grace."

Oh, my god.

Why aren't there any pictures of the wives?

Hi, um, I need a number for
a Cooper and Tiffany Collins

in Dallas, Texas.

Reloaded.
I gotcha.

No, I'm getting this.
No, me.

Oh!
Oh.

Ignore it.

Sorry, I can't.

What's up, Mel?

Finn, I'm so sorry
to bother you at home,

but I really need your help.

Then you're in luck because
I'm in Henry's office.

Great. Just stay put
and I'll be right there.

Okay.

You want me to take a picture of Olivia?

Everything you need is in the bag.

Just make sure
that she doesn't see you.

I'm booked on the first flight
tomorrow morning to Dallas,

so I'm gonna need that picture first thing.

How am I supposed to find her?

Well, be creative.
You have her address.

Do you want me to tag along
on your little stakeout?

I work faster on my own.

Besides, you need to practice.

Ugh.

That's got to be her.

Please, please, please,
please, please, please.

Aww!

Oh, man.

I need you to reply to my messages.

I been waiting for you.

Come on, I'll get you a drink.

Hope that's good enough.

Like I said, I did my best.

Well, I'm sure it's fine.

All I need is for Cooper
and Tiffany Collins to verify

that Olivia is Grace Miller.

These are perfect.

So you think she's scamming
these men for money?

No, I think she's killing them
for money.

What?

Henry said he thinks
Olivia stole her identity.

Now, judging from her background check,

I'm guessing a college
student who died in '93.

The social security numbers for all four

of the major board members
were dormant for years

until Fellowship Financial
was started in 2000.

She's creating identities
and killing her husbands?

Isn't it easier just to divorce them?

Probably, but much less profitable.

She's marrying millionaires.

So she's like a female serial killer?

In this case, I think they're
called black widows.

Come on.
Let's get to the airport.

Are you sure I can't come with you?

Now, if you were to come with me,

who's gonna lie to your uncle

about why I'm not back
from lunch for six hours?

Okay, I see your point.

Will you lock up before you leave?

Thank you.

Good luck!

Oh.

Jeez!

Shoot!

Aah!

Oh!

Oh.

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on!

Hey, lady, you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine!
It just won't start!

Just give it one more try.

It could be flooded.
Try it again.

You're gonna stay here all day.

That was kind of my intention.

Really?

What else do you intend...

Mr. Keegan?

To have many more mornings
like this.

Say, for the rest of my life.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Interesting.

Just so you know,

I only make those kind
of commitments to my husband.

One more day.

Are you sure you're okay
with eloping?

I seem to recall
that that was my idea.

Well, I know,
but I just want to make sure

you don't have any regrets.

Oh, no.

As long as I get to marry you,

I got no regrets.

Um...

Did I tell you that I never knew

that my shirt
could look so good?

Sir?

Thank you.

Finn, it's me.

What's wrong?
You sound upset.

Bixler just tried to kill me.

Did you go to the police?

Ladies and gentlemen,

we're about to take off.

Please turn off all cellphones.

No, I didn't.
I'm gonna have to hang up.

I just wanted to call you
and tell you to be careful.

If he followed me
from the house,

then I'm guessing he knows
about you, too.

I'll be careful. I promise.
Call me when you get there.

Okay. Bye.

Okay. Here we go.

Abigail Chance, Jessica Leeds, Gracie Miller.

Is there a reason you're here so early?

Thank you.

I don't have a computer at home.

What about you?

I saw your car as I was leaving.

I thought I'd say hi.

Don't tell me you've been here all night?

Trust me.
The couches in this building

are much more comfortable than my bed.

I'll take your word for it.

Cheers.

You might want to log in as a guest.

What's it to you?
Nothing.

But if I was doing questionable
research on company property,

I wouldn't log in as myself, that's all.

You've got a point.

You're welcome.

So, who are we looking for?

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Dallas/Fort Worth
International Airport.

We will be landing momentarily.

Please make sure your seat belts
are fastened.

I thought you were gonna call me
when you took care of it.

I tried to.
You never answer your phone.

I wasn't about to leave
that kind of message.

I'm engaged.
Remember?

I was a little busy myself.

So, did she put up a fight or what?

It didn't go exactly as planned.

I managed to run her off the road,

but a couple of guys stopped by to help.

And, uh, I couldn't exactly
shoot all of them.

And she saw me.

She saw you?

How the hell could you let that happen?

Look, these guys came out of nowhere.

By the time she saw me, it was too late.

There was nothing I could do.

Come on.

Let's just pack up and leave right now.

The plan's all shot to hell anyways.

We got enough money to last us
the rest of our lives.

It's just a little sooner
than we thought, that's all.

Come on.
Think about it.

Just you and me.
A couple of mai tais.

Sitting on some beach in Aruba.

Yeah. No more lying or sneaking around.

We leave right now, we could be
at the airport in an hour.

Okay.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Go put a few things together,
and let's get going.

Hey, you remember that little
place in Eagle Beach?

We could even get
that same bungalow.

Oh, that would be perfect.

I love that bungalow.

Ah!

Aah!

That's her, all right.

Her hair's different.

But that is definitely the same woman.

What name she going by these days?

Olivia Whitfield.
Soon to be Olivia Keegan.

Until her new hubby
kicks the bucket

two weeks after the wedding.

At which time she will
liquidate his assets,

abandon whatever charity she started,

and flee the state.

I never did trust her, Coop.

Not for a minute.

Something in my gut
is all I can say.

As I told my darling wife,

you cannot put a woman behind bars

just because you don't approve of her.

By the time we had real suspicions,

it was too late.

So, Olivia... Grace... could
never be tied to the crime.

Oh, she had alibis, receipts,
hotel bills, you name it.

We even hired a private
investigator to look into it.

There was even actual security
footage of her in Boston

at a hotel at the time of the murder.
Yep.

What was the charity she started
here in Dallas?

It was a woman's thing.

We never did get
all the details.

Free clinic? That's right.

Yeah.

And if you're writing a story about her,

I'm just guessing there
must be other victims...

Besides Lucas.

There's only one
that I know of...

A hotel magnate named
Scott chance.

Abigail, his wife of one month,

was similarly out of town
with a rock-solid alibi

during his murder.

And I'm sure there's not
a picture of her to be found.

Absolutely right.

And now you're going back
home to Danny and Olivia?

I fly back home tonight.

Well, then, I think I should
take you back.

It's gonna take some time anyway
to explain the situation

to the proper authorities.

I'm not driving back tonight.
It's a two-hour flight.

Well, that's why I was planning on...

Asking my dear husband
if I could borrow his jet.

Please.

As long as you bring it back
in one piece.

Okay. You sit tight while I
square things up with the pilot.

Great.
Thank you. Oh.

It's me, Finn.

Mel, where have you been?

You were supposed to get
there two hours ago.

I thought you'd been kidnapped or killed.

I'm sorry.
I should've called earlier.

But I found Cooper
and Tiffany Collins,

and they confirmed
that Olivia is Grace Miller.

Her real name is Denise Ferris.

How could you have possibly found that out?

Because I'm a genius,
and because Henry helped me.

Wait, there's more.

Um... Denise Ferris and Edward Bixler

were arrested twice
for small-time con games.

Are you sure that it is the same woman?

Henry found some of the mug shots.

I'm sure.

Wait, he's IM'ing me.

Oh, my god.
What?

Bixler's dead.

What do you mean Bixler's dead?

"Police have identified the dead man

as Edward Bixler.

Bixler was shot twice in the chest

in what looked like an attempted robbery

or possible drug-related incident."

Okay.

Finn, I want you
to give everything

you have to the police.

I'll add to it when I get back.

We should be landing sometime this afternoon.
We?

Tiffany Collins is coming to identify Olivia.

I'll explain everything
later. Okay?

Bye.

What is it, Mel?

Danny, listen, we have to talk.
It's about Olivia.

Okay, enough.
You got to stop this.

I've heard enough
of your crazy accusations.

No, you don't understand.
She's...

My fiancée.

That's what she is.

I asked her to marry me,
and she said yes.

And I can't let you say
these nasty things about her.

Now, if you're still my friend,

I hope you can be happy for me.

Danny...

Listen to me.

I'm gonna hang up now,

and I'm asking you
not to call back.

Come on, honey!
The plane's ready for us!

Come on. I want to introduce you
to this female pilot.

She's just something else.

You know what I mean?

Okay.

I cannot believe you guys are
cheating us out of a wedding!

So when you get back,

we'll definitely have to throw
a reception for you.

That is so sweet, but I really
don't have any family

and not so many friends.

Both of which are about
to change.

To my favorite brother.

I'm your only brother.

Well, that's why
you're my favorite.

As I was saying,
to my favorite brother...

And his beautiful future wife.

I wish you guys
nothing but the best.

Okay, Tiffany,
you just wait here.

Just wait here.

Okay. This has gotten completely
out of control.

Sit down.
I'll handle this.

Mel, what are you doing?
You need to leave.

I am not leaving.

Not until you hear
what I have to say.

We've all heard
what you have to say.

What did I ever do to you, Mel?

I mean, honestly, I was hoping
that we could be friends.

I know that you're in love
with Danny, but...

You know what?
You're right about that, Olivia.

I have been in love with Danny
since the first day we met.

I guess I was always just
too afraid to admit it.

It almost doesn't really seem
to matter now.

And as for you, Olivia,

I have a feeling that's the first time

you've told the truth in months.

This woman that you all believe in,

who you've all trusted,

she's a black widow.

She seduces rich men
into marrying her,

and then she kills them.

Danny, it's happened twice before,

and you are next on her list.

Mel.

Stop it, Mel.
Stop it.

Do you hear what you're saying?

If you don't believe me,
there's somebody here

who can prove
I'm telling the truth.

Tiffany!

Well, there.
Hi, sugar.

Or Gracie...

Or whatever the hell
your name is.

Come with me.
We're going in the front.

Okay, I'm following you!

Olivia!

Don't do this!

Put it down!

Put it down!

Olivia, what are you doing?!
Stop!

No!

Mel!

Drop the gun!

Olivia, please!

Honey, you okay?

It's Jill.
You're gonna be fine.

Get an ambulance!

Now!

Roger out.

Ta-da!

There you go, darlin'.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Not only that,
but we are all glad

that you were able to
get better quick enough

to write your first
front-page story.

Look at that.
Yep.

Whoo-hoo!

And you managed to turn my niece

into a semi-responsible member of society.

Hey!

I don't know which impresses me more.

And all right.

You are gonna take
a well-earned vacation,

but you have to promise us
to come back.

'Cause I cannot afford to lose
my top photographer...

And reporter.

Line up, everybody.

I'd be angry that you lied to me
about being a reporter,

but it turns out to be
for a story after all.

Well, there wouldn't have been
a story without the two of you,

and I am more than proud
to share a byline with you.

Most people wouldn't have
shared that credit.

Thank you.

I really hope you decide
to stick around,

because somebody told me
that I needed a wing girl.

Oh, I'll be waiting.

Cheers.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Cheers.

You could just pack lighter.

Here, let me help you.

I got to figure out
how to do this with one arm

until this thing heals.

Okay!

I can sit on it for you.

Hey.
Hey.

I'll be waiting in the car.

Hey.

Mel, I'm so sorry things...

You go first 'cause I heard
a "sorry" in there.

I just...

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry that I didn't believe you.

Or listen to you.

And I won't blame you

if you don't want to talk to me for a while.

If ever.

If I didn't talk to you,

that would kind of defeat
the whole "best friend" thing.

Wouldn't it?

I don't know what to say.

I'm sorry, too.

What are you sorry for?

'Cause you got your heart broken.

I'll get over it.

Eventually.

That makes me feel a little better.

You tried to tell me.

I should've known that you would
never do or say anything,

except to...

I-I can't do this right now.
I can't.

I understand.

Okay.

Bye, Mel.

Well, where are you going?

I thought you just said...

No, I can't do this right now

because I have a plane to catch.

I'm gonna take some time for myself.

I'll be back in a few weeks.

How 'bout you call me
when you get back?

Maybe we can grab a bite to eat.

A chili dog with the works, maybe.

I'd like that.

I miss my friend.

Me too.

Got it?
Yeah. It's locked.

Okay.

So, we're off to the airport.

Actually, what am I gonna do
on a beach by myself

for the next couple weeks?

I could've told you that.
So, what next, boss?

New destination.

Let's go pay a visit to the mayor's wife.
Why?

When I was over there taking
pictures of their dog,

I noticed the mayor's wife was
trying to cover up a shiner

with some makeup.

So where's the story?

I don't know.

But sometimes you just got
to follow your gut.