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Dad?

Dad! Dad, are you there?

- Hi, son. - Oh, thank God.

Thank God, I'm glad I got you.

Look, I've been calling mom

and she's not answering her phone.

Is everything all right?

Dad?

Dad!

Your mother's gone.

What do you, what do you mean?

What do you mean gone?

She

left.

I don't understand.

What do you mean she left?

She just left.

Okay, Dad, I'm trying to understand,

make sense here.

Okay.

People don't just leave.

Did you two have a fight?

No, never.

Okay, then, then what?

She just packed her bags and went where?

For how long?

She just left.

End of story.

No, no, no, that can't be the end of the story.

Okay, look, look, I respect your privacy, okay?

And you don't wanna talk about why she left, that's fine.

Okay, at least for now, I, look,

and I can, I can understand

if she needs some time too, right?

But if she doesn't answer her phone in the next 48 hours,

I'm calling the police.

- Son. - No. No.

She could be hurt or something, Dad.

All right?

You're a good son, Casper.

Hey, we'll find her, Dad.

We'll find her.

Oh, Emma.

I don't think I can do this.

Well, hello, sleepyhead.

Why didn't you wake me?

Oh, you were too pretty to wake.

Oh, come on.

You know, it's a good thing fairytale princes

never thought like you. - Uh-huh.

All those poor girls would be in comas forever.

True.

True.

The new additions are lovely.

Aren't they?

You did a good job.

Ah, thank you.

I knew that petunias would add just the right touch.

Oh, I love it here.

I know.

When I die, you have to bury me here.

Probably illegal.

Well, not if you don't get caught.

And what if I die first?

Well, mm,

I don't think petunias are fussy.

Stop!

I love you.

Cook.

All right, gentlemen,

shall we get down to business?

Let's start at the top.

When did your wife leave?

It was about a week ago.

I thought you said it was only a few days.

Mr. Thorn, if you don't mind.

It's all right.

It was only a few days when you and I spoke,

but it's been almost a week by now.

And why'd you wait so long to report her missing?

I, I don't know.

I, I guess I thought-

He was in shock, right, right, Dad?

You, you were, you were in shock, right?

Yes, I, I suppose I was.

I think I probably still am a little.

Did she leave a note?

No.

Did she take the car?

No, just clothes and toiletries.

And where were you at when she was doing all this?

I don't know, I, I must have been in the studio.

I like it.

You like everything I paint.

I have good taste.

You have bias.

No, I have good taste in art and men.

Well, that deserves a kiss.

Dinner's ready.

All right, I'll be there in a minute.

A real minute?

Or a painter's minute?

Ouch!

Studio?

Yes. I, I paint or try to.

Yours?

Yeah, every one.

And is the studio in the house?

Yes. Upstairs.

And you can't hear

what's going on in the rest of the house from up there?

Well, it's at the far end,

and I don't exactly have the hearing I once had.

And I usually keep the door closed

because I play music when I paint

and not everyone wants to hear Chopin at all hours.

And I sometimes paint for long periods of time.

And was that the case on the night in question?

I don't know, but possibly, probably.

Mr. Thorn, is there anything that you could think of

that could have possibly motivated your wife to leave?

Did she receive a phone call or anything like that?

No.

Or not that I'm aware of.

All right.

And were you two getting along, not fighting or anything?

Yeah, I already asked him that.

Casper, it's all right.

To answer your question, no.

I may seem strange, but we understood each other.

Always did.

Okay.

So you say she didn't take the car,

but she does have clothes and toiletries, right?

So she couldn't have walked far.

No, probably not.

Okay, so either she had someone that she know

come and pick her up,

or she called a cab or something like that.

And if it was the latter,

then there would be a public trail,

something we could trace, find out where she went.

And if not, I will be needing a list

of all of her friends and family members.

No, no, I already called everyone.

I, I...

I've called,

I, I've called everyone I can think of.

I appreciate this, son,

but there's probably some people that you're unaware of,

and it's up to us to make sure

that we do a very thorough job,

make sure we don't leave anything uncovered.

All right?

Yeah.

All right.

Neither one of you have had any contact with her

by phone since she left, right?

No.

No, it just rings and rings.

Her voicemail never picks up.

Yeah, she probably has it turned off.

Why would she do that?

I'm her son!

Casper.

No, that's a fair question.

Unfortunately, we don't have the answer for that.

That's why I'm here, right?

Right, right.

All right, let's get this mystery solved.

I'm gonna put on an APB and contact the local media.

The media?

We're gonna want to get your wife's picture

in front of as many people as we possibly can,

so if somebody sees her, we will know.

All right.

I'm gonna get my team working on the tangibles asap.

I will need any computers, laptops, tablets,

whatever you may have in that vein

that might give us a clue as to where she might have gone.

I assume she didn't leave her phone?

- No. - Right.

We may be able to trace her through that.

So we'll start with what we have and see what we could get.

Thanks again for letting me bring the police in.

Oh, stop thanking me, Casper.

We both agreed it was time.

Mr. Briggs seems nice enough.

Yeah, for a detective, I guess.

I was kind of hoping for someone a little more,

I don't know, sympathetic?

Oh, it's a tough job, son.

Probably takes a tough personality to weather it.

I haven't really asked, how are you holding up?

I'm all right, I guess.

I assume you've told Oliver by now?

Yeah, yeah, he's been great, like a rock.

I'm so lucky to have him.

Hey, he's the lucky one.

Dad, stop.

Yeah, it's never gonna happen, son.

Never gonna happen.

All right, gentlemen,

we were unable to track her movements using her phone.

The last location on record was this house

so she probably turned it off before she left

and hasn't turned it on since.

How is she functioning?

People can survive without a phone.

She might've even gotten a burner.

A what?

Prepaid disposable phone.

Now we did find her,

she was caught on an ATM security camera

about two weeks ago,

and the bank confirmed she withdrew $300.

Any idea what that might have been for?

I don't know.

She needed money for groceries?

Well, according to her past Credit Union activity,

she uses her card for practically all expenses,

including groceries.

Hardly ever uses cash.

So the fact that she pulled out hundreds of dollars

was really out of character.

Did you not know that she did that?

All right, well, the funny thing is,

she hasn't used her credit card since.

And $300 doesn't go very far these days,

and it might even be less if she used it to get a burner.

So what does that mean?

Could mean a couple things.

Either she's using someone else's card

and like a friend or a family member.

We haven't used the whole phone outreach yet.

Okay.

And, and, and, and if, if you do?

She could be using someone else's card

without their permission.

Wait a minute.

Are you calling my mom a thief?

Casper.

I'm not calling your mom anything, son.

But either someone else is covering her expenses or-

Yeah, or, or what?

Or she's not incurring any.

I, I don't know what that means.

Like what does that, what does that mean?

It means that we need to do our job and find her.

I, I, I, I, I, okay, I need.

Casper.

- I, I need. - Casper.

I'm gonna have to...

Is he gonna be okay?

I mean, he seemed a little...

He'll be fine. I'll talk him down.

He has a hard time with things sometimes.

He's on the spectrum.

He has mild autism,

so he can be severely OCD

and overreact to things at times.

Look, I hope I didn't-

No, no, no.

You told us what you had to tell us,

and I appreciate it.

I really should...

Well, I'll let you know

the minute I find out anything new.

All right. Thank you.

I'll see myself out.

Thank you.

Hey, it's gonna be okay.

How, how, how is it gonna be okay?

I don't like this.

Nobody does, son.

No, no, no.

I, I do not like this.

I do not like that man.

He's just doing his job.

He's accusing mom of lying to us.

Or that she might be a criminal,

or that she's,

and she's...

Oh, my boy, my boy.

It's okay.

How's your mystery?

It's all right.

Little slow to start.

Wanna take a little break?

You have something in mind?

It's finished.

What's finished?

You mean...

Uh-huh.

The big secret renovation.

Oui, c'est fini.

Well, then,

apres toi.

You know, the suspense is killing me all these weeks,

my little scheming demon.

Well, it took a lot longer than I thought,

but I think you're gonna like it.

Well, as long as it's not a nursery.

Otherwise, I'm throwing you out the window.

Voila!

You've talked about painting for so long,

now you can.

Oh!

You are so wonderful.

I know.

Well, go on.

Try it out.

You have to understand,

your dad's in just as much pain as you are,

maybe more.

So give him some slack, huh?

And give the detective some slack too?

I'm trying.

I mean, I will, I, I, I just, I just don't like

how he's making my mom seem like a criminal

or insinuating that she might not even still be alive.

It's just like all the options he sees are gloom and doom.

And my dad is like not even shaken by any of it.

I just don't get it.

Well, you always get a little more revved up

than most people.

I do not!

Okay, I guess I do.

That doesn't mean I'm wrong.

Well, it seems to me nobody's wrong

until we know what actually happened that night.

Right?

Right.

So give him a break and let him do his job his way.

I am.

Give your dad support, not grief.

I will.

So we found some leadway.

I was checking with the local car services.

We had a local cab company

that did confirm a single female rider who did a cash fare

and had luggage on the night of your wife's disappearance.

Cab dropped off in Largo Pointe.

You know anybody up there?

No, not that I can think of.

Well, the funny thing is,

they dropped her off at the Largo Pointe Hotel,

but we know she didn't check in under her name,

and we know that she didn't use a fake name

and pay with cash

because the hotel didn't have any cash guests

that night at all.

So we're checking over the guest list

from the night in question.

We're gonna double check with everybody

and see who is actually staying there and whatnot.

So hopefully, it'll lead to something,

we'll follow the trail.

And if not?

There was also a train station really close to the hotel

so I got a guy checking down there

to see if anybody bought a cash ticket

on the way outta town.

And of course, we're gonna continue to check

with all the cabs and local car services.

My question is, why would she go through all this trouble

to stay hidden

if everything between you two is as rosy as you say it is?

I don't know what to tell you.

Are you sure about that?

I can tell you I miss my wife.

I miss her more than anything.

And there has never been anything but love between us.

All right.

Maybe you're not the one she's hiding from.

Maybe she's hiding from somebody else.

Is that possible?

I can't think who or why.

All right.

Well, if you do think of anything, you let me know.

And in the meantime,

me and my team will just keep sniffing around.

All right.

Thank you.

Oh, how's that son of yours?

He's fine.

Good. Send him my regards, okay?

I will.

Have a good day.

I keep searching my memories.

For what?

For something she might've said,

something that I missed,

that I didn't pay attention to,

that might've been a clue.

Casper, don't torture yourself like that.

There's nothing, I promise.

How do you know?

Because I was here with her every day

and if I have nothing in all that time,

there's no reason you would.

You are not responsible.

Not in any way.

I wanna believe you, Dad.

Son, I'm not sure of a lot of things in life,

but of this I'm 100% certain.

The days are getting longer.

Are they?

The sunset's barely getting started.

Fair season soon.

Yep.

I love the fair.

I know.

Hey, maybe you can win us a companion

for our little teddy bear this year.

What makes you think he needs a companion

after all these years?

I don't know.

I mean, I was just looking at him the other day

and he seemed lonely.

Well, that was first date luck anyway,

but I haven't won that game since.

Life is full of surprises.

Maybe this year you will.

Huh.

Maybe.

Oh, look, the sunset's getting along much more now.

Yes, it is.

Oh.

Sunsets are always so beautiful.

Yes.

Yes, they are.

You're not reading.

I can't focus.

Understandable.

Don't worry about it.

Mr. Grisham will be there when you're ready.

I just...

What?

My dad.

Yeah?

He's a good man.

Okay?

Come on.

I just can't help shake the feeling

that he's hiding something from me, you know?

Do you mean about your mom?

Yeah.

Do you think it's something important,

something about her disappearance?

I don't know.

It's just a feeling.

I can't explain it.

Well, everybody has secrets and most are harmless.

And parents keep stuff from their kids all the time.

That's normal.

And often very healthy.

Boundaries have value.

I, I, I, I guess.

I know.

So maybe your dad is struggling

needing to be close to you right now,

but also needing to keep those boundaries in place.

And that's what you're sensing, that struggle.

You're always so damn smart.

Just logical, but you're intuitive.

Just two different ways of being,

two different ways of collecting

and interpreting information, each as good as the other.

Mr. Thorn.

Mr. Briggs.

Hope you don't mind me coming around like this.

I did try calling.

No, no, we had an appointment.

I left my phone in the house.

I get a little distracted working out here in the garden.

Well, it is a nice garden.

I can't take any credit for it, it's all Emma.

I'm just a caretaker.

Kind of have a duty to keep it going.

Yeah, I get that.

Well, let's go in the house, I'll wash my hands.

You can tell me whatever you have to tell me.

Sounds like a plan.

You always take your wedding ring off when you garden?

Oh, no, Emma didn't believe in rings.

Symbols of ownership and all that.

I see.

So my team,

we finished the work on the hotel guest list

as well as your wife's friends list.

And?

Unfortunately, both the lists resulted in no new leads,

meaning that according to those sources,

your wife didn't have any help from any friends

for travel, rides, lodging, anything like that

for the night in question.

So what does that mean?

Well, we're gonna go ahead and we're gonna do a full sweep

on all the cabs and car services,

anybody that might have had a cash fare

going out of Largo Pointe on the night in question.

And now, it is a lengthy process

because we do have to go back a couple more days

just in case she found a spot to stay

kind of under the radar that we didn't pick up on,

then hopped on a train later.

So that means the trains as well as the cars, cabs,

and even the hotels and motels all in the area.

You're very thorough.

We know our job.

And I wouldn't be doing mine if I didn't ask you

if you had anything for me.

Any new information that you may have thought about,

about something she may have said.

Maybe she was acting weird.

Anything that could help us out at all

in finding where she went?

I'm sorry, no.

All right. That's just as well.

We have plenty to do.

So I guess I'll keep you informed.

And if you do think of anything, give us a shout.

Deal.

I'll let you out the front door.

No need to sneak around twice.

I wasn't sneaking, I was utilizing creative access.

You a detective or a politician?

I fight crime, I don't commit it.

Touche.

Okay, I've got a few missing pieces

and could use your help.

Okay.

Well, right here, I need five letters

that mean inter.

I mean, I know it should be obvious

and it just keeps alluding me,

but entomb is too long and bury is too short,

and neither one of those fit what I have.

Plant.

Plant?

Well, you plant a seed, you bury it.

That is terrible.

Planting is about creating new life.

I mean, you only inter the dead.

I didn't make the puzzle.

Fine.

It fits.

I still don't like it, but it fits.

Whatever you do, don't take a minute for granted.

It's so easy to forget that.

Get caught up in the minutiae of the day,

thinking or overthinking 1,000 things

about what happened or might happen,

where we are instead of where we want to be.

And the truth is,

every moment is a blessing.

We have to remember to cherish it

because it all goes so fast.

Blink

and it's gone.

Don't forget that.

Don't let Oliver forget that.

I won't.

I promise.

Just please don't talk about her like she's,

like she,

like we don't know anything for certain, right?

No.

We don't.

I guess we never really do, do we?

Hey.

Hey!

Are you okay?

I'm, I'm okay.

How's Ari?

He's doing as good as he can, I guess.

What's this for?

Do I need a reason?

Never.

Mr. Briggs.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Thorn,

but it shouldn't take long.

Oh, it's fine.

Actually, I thought you were another one of our friends.

And you're avoiding your friends?

Well, it's just that with you contacting them all,

I'm getting endless calls of concern.

Is that so bad that they care?

No.

It's just that it's the same conversation over and over.

You know?

"We're so sorry, is there anything we can do?"

I know they mean well,

but it just feels more like salt in a wound

than anything at this point.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Well, it's not your fault.

Well, maybe this will help a little bit.

We got a lead, well, at least a breadcrumb.

Oh?

Yeah.

We got a cash fare from Largo Pointe to Heron Falls.

Now the cabbie confirmed a woman alone with luggage,

so it's a good possibility that it was your wife.

You know anyone up in Heron Falls?

No, I, I mean, I don't, I don't think so.

All right, well, I got a guy going over the friends list

to see if anybody lives up in Heron Falls.

And we got verification of, I kid you not,

seven cash fares all leaving Heron Falls

within a couple hours of the drop off.

Can you believe that many people still pay in cash?

Crazy.

Anyway, I got a guy checking out the destination

and description of those passengers.

Once they have something concrete, I'll let you know.

All right.

And of course,

if you think of anything at all that could help,

just give us a shout.

Deal?

Deal.

All right, have a good evening.

You too.

Keep your eyes closed.

What have you gotten up to now?

You just keep your eyes closed

until I tell you to open them.

I am. I am.

Okay. You can open your eyes.

What on earth?

Happy 67.

Oh, you know very well it's tomorrow.

Are you trying to make me old before my time?

Oh, it's too late for that.

Ouch.

Besides, if I had done it tomorrow,

you would've totally guessed what I was up to.

My little scheming demon.

Kiss me.

No, blow out your candle first.

Scheming and bossy.

You love it.

I do.

Then blow.

Yes, ma'am.

I can't explain it,

my dad is, he's just,

I don't know.

You still think he's withholding something?

It's crazy though, right?

I mean, why would he?

I'm his son.

Yeah, maybe that's it, boundaries, remember?

But we're on the same team, right?

We both want my mom back.

Yeah.

Maybe your dad has made peace with the fact

that she might not ever come back

and he senses that you are not there yet.

You think?

Well, he can't think like that.

He has to.

And so do you at some point, if that's how things go.

I hate this.

I know, I know.

Bingo.

Mullerton?

Why does that sound familiar?

Why would you take three separate cabs to get there?

What game are you playing, Emma Thorn?

Mr. Thorn.

Mr. Briggs.

This is becoming a habit, Detective,

you sneaking up on me.

Well, someone's certainly been sneaking around.

I have some new information about your wife's movements.

And?

So we already knew that she took a cab

to Largo Pointe, right?

Sure.

Well, it turns out that she went from Largo Pointe,

took another cab down to Heron Falls.

So first, I was thinking

maybe whoever she was meeting up with at Largo Pointe

was a no show or something like that.

She went down to Heron Falls instead.

But whenever I was doing the investigation

to see if she had any friends down that way,

turns out she wasn't even in Heron Falls for a half an hour

before she took yet another cab to get to Mullerton.

So what it's looking like

is that she took three separate cabs

just to get to Mullerton.

Now why do you think she would that?

I, I don't know.

Well, I do.

We're fairly certain that she's doing it

to cover her tracks.

Why would she do that?

You really don't know?

All right, I'm gonna give you some scenarios.

In the first scenario, your wife's up to something,

something that you don't even know about,

something that's not exactly above board,

and it caught up to her,

and now she's on the getaway

and she's doing this little cab jumping

to throw off whoever is trying to pursue her,

to get him off of her tail.

That is just not possible.

No? And how do you know that?

Because I know my wife and that's just not her.

Not in any way.

All right.

Well, that leaves us with the second scenario.

Which is?

You're the one that she's running from.

In which case you would know damn well why.

Look, you could either tell me everything that you know,

or I could take you down to the station,

we could do this the not so pleasant way.

I don't have the answers you want.

All that I want is the truth.

Is she running from you?

No.

Do you know who she is running from?

Everybody loved her.

All right.

We'll just keep on looking for her then,

and she's gotta be somewhere.

We just gotta follow the trail.

♪ I was just 22 to your barely 21 ♪

You still haven't told me what this is really all about.

I did.

It's about getting you out of the house.

Adventure, right? ♪ Yet to come ♪

♪ The moment from your smile ♪

We need an adventure.

Where are we going?

It's a secret.

A secret?

Yes.

All the best adventures are mysteries.

Yay!

We're here.

You remembered.

Yeah, our secret picnic spot.

Ugh.

Come on, come on.

You remember we used to look at clouds like this

when you were little?

Yeah.

We were a little cliche at times.

How dare you?

It's not a bad thing.

Familiarity breeds comfort.

Is that what this is really all about?

What?

All this, little adventure.

You trying to comfort me?

I feel like I've been a little,

like we've been a little...

Son, this isn't easy for either of us.

Yeah, but I feel like I've been difficult

and I'm not sure why.

Just stuff in my head.

I, I, I, I get things sort of-

You're doing the best you can.

And I appreciate it.

I appreciate this, bringing me here.

Our spot.

Was very thoughtful.

You know what?

Take me home.

Are you tired?

I want to show you something.

Come on.

You did that?

Mm-mm, it's not done, but I'm getting there.

That's really good.

It's mom, right?

Mm-mm, see?

Ah, I never saw this.

No?

How old is she here?

31.

I know because that was the year before we got you.

Wow, she was really beautiful.

Yes, she was.

Is that the same county fair we used to go to

when I was little?

Same one.

Oh God, I remember that Ferris wheel.

Ah, God, I just love her smile in this, Dad.

You really captured it.

Oh, well.

Even if I didn't have a photograph,

I'd be able to capture her smile,

it's etched in my mind.

Yeah, I can't remember her ever not smiling.

Especially outside.

Oh, even just fussing in her garden,

and me preferring indoors.

But she accepted that, even nurtured it.

It was her prodding that got me to start painting again.

We were a strange but perfect match from the very beginning.

And it never wavered.

Not a day.

So why did she leave?

I don't have an answer for that, for you, Son.

How is that possible?

I mean, if you were so in sync,

how could you not have known something or felt something?

I can't answer that.

Can't or won't?

Don't do that.

Don't shut me out, Dad, it's killing me!

Son.

Whatever it is you're afraid to tell me, I can take it.

Hey, you don't have to spare me.

Do you know why she left?

Then tell me.

It was,

it was time.

I don't understand.

What does that mean?

It means it was time.

It means it was time?

Dad, how, why was it time?

Your marriage had an expiration date?

Everything does, doesn't it?

Dad!

I'm trying to be patient here, okay?

And I know things like this

make people ponder rhetorical questions.

Okay?

And I'm sorry if this is just me

and my OCD overthinking bullshit,

but I don't think it is.

Okay, feels like,

it feels like you're hiding something from me, okay?

And it's really starting to mess with me.

So if you know something,

if there is something you're not telling me,

just please, just tell me, please!

Oh, my boy.

I wish I could,

but I can't.

No, no, no. Why?

Your mother made me promise not to tell.

Not even you.

Why would she do that?

To protect you.

From what?

From something worse

than you're already feeling right now.

More pain, more anguish.

She wanted to spare you that.

You're scaring me.

She's gone. She's vanished.

Might as well be dead.

What could be worse?

We don't want you ever to find out.

We love you so much!

Oh, shut up! Shut up, shut up!

I don't wanna hear about how much you love me,

or wanna protect me, or any of it,

I just want you to tell me the truth, Dad.

I want you to tell me where my mother is.

I can't.

Where is she?!

I'm sorry.

I don't know what a horrible thing you two

think you're saving me from,

but this is worse than what the truth could possibly be.

So fuck you,

fuck you both.

Casper!

Casper, Casper!

Whatever you do, don't take a minute for granted.

It's so easy to forget that.

When the truth is,

every moment is a blessing.

We have to remember to cherish it

because it all goes so fast.

Blink

and it's gone.

How long have you been there?

A while.

Just enjoying you in your zen space.

Oh, it's not a zen garden.

Every garden is a place of zen for you

if you're working in it.

Yeah, I see what you mean, I guess, I guess it is.

I do sort of get lost in it.

I like feeling the sense

of being a part of the cycle of life.

The worms and decay below nurturing all the plants

that grow and provide oxygen

and food for everything above

that ends up decaying and continuing the cycle.

And I like the literal feeling of it too,

the grittiness of the dirt and the coolness of the earth.

Oh, and the sense of accomplishment.

I mean, helping to bring a little beauty into the world.

What?

You're all the beauty I need in my world.

Oh, that's the corniest line.

But it deserves a kiss.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no. - Oh yeah.

Look at you.

Oh, oh, God.

You!

And I like the literal feeling of it too,

the grittiness of the dirt, the coolness of the earth.

I mean, helping to bring a little beauty into the world.

Detective?

Mr. Thorn, how are you?

Fine.

Good.

So listen, I've got some updates for you.

We've exhausted our search on the local car services

and are confident

that your wife did not use one of them to leave Mullerton.

Now, we're starting to look over at all the local motels,

hostels, anything of that nature

just to see if she is somewhere

as well as we're going back over friends lists once again,

to see if anybody knows anybody

that she might be staying with.

- All right. - All right.

Is there anybody that you could think of

that she could have contacted in Mullerton?

No.

What about your son?

My son?

Yeah, he works in Mullerton, right?

Yes.

All right.

I'm gonna give him a call, see if he could think of anyone.

Maybe she met him for lunch one day at work

and made a new friend along the way.

Maybe.

All right then,

just wanted to let you know where we're at.

Let you know we're not giving up.

I appreciate that.

I'll keep you posted.

Come on, come on, come on.

Hi, you've reached Casper.

I'm not able to pick up right now, so-

Shit.

No, no, we never met for lunch.

I mean, we met for lunch sometimes either at the house

or at the boardwalk, but never at my work.

I see.

And she never mentioned any friends

or meeting anyone in Mullerton?

No, no, not that I can think of.

Did you ask my dad?

Yeah, I talked to him right before I called you.

And he didn't...

No.

Well, sorry, I wish I could be more help.

That's all right, I really appreciate your time.

We'll keep looking.

Thank you.

Oh, what's that about?

The police traced my mom back to Mullerton,

but that's as far as they got.

So what does that mean?

Well, they're gonna call her friends

and see if any of them have someone they can think of

she might know there.

And they're checking hotels and stuff.

Well, okay, so something may turn up.

You think?

Oh, don't be pessimistic,

nobody disappears forever.

You clearly do not watch enough documentaries.

Have faith.

Something's gonna turn up.

In the meantime,

how about talking to your dad?

Oh, come on.

And you're gonna have to sooner or later.

Do you always have to be so goddamn smart?

I have to be, you're the pretty one.

Hey, wait a minute!

Late for the gym!

Hi, Dad.

So listen, I wanted to apologize for the other day.

You don't need to apologize, Casper.

Yes, I do.

I had no right to blow up at you like that,

to say the things I said.

You know, I'm glad you did actually.

What?

I mean, I know this isn't easy for either one of us.

And I know how hard it is for you

to keep things bottled up.

Still, I was out of line.

Sometimes it's hard to stay in the lines.

What?

You used to say that to me when I was little all the time

when I couldn't stay inside the lines in the coloring books.

Well, I tried to soothe you,

let you know perfection wasn't everything,

'cause you would get so angry about it.

Yeah?

Oh yeah.

You could really pitch a fit back then.

We used to think the neighbors

were gonna think we were killing you,

all the screaming you did.

I'm sorry.

No, nothing to apologize for.

It's part of being a parent,

A parent to a special needs kid.

No, every parent deals with a screaming kid

every now and then.

You just screamed about different things,

things out of place.

Things you couldn't do exactly the way you wanted.

But that let us know how you worked

so we could help you succeed in your own way,

in your own time.

What is it?

Casper.

I just, I owe you both so much.

No, Son, you have repaid any possible debt

1,000 times over just by being you.

I wish mom were here.

Me too, Son.

Me too.

Sunsets are always so beautiful.

Thanks for meeting with me this morning.

I have to confess that there's no easy way for me

to say this, but it's not necessarily bad news,

so please keep that in mind.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

We're unable to find Mrs. Thorn,

which isn't entirely a bad thing.

I mean, the last thing that we want to do is find her,

but not find her alive.

So by not finding her body,

we believe that there's a fair chance

that she's still out there,

it's just a matter of time when we find her.

Her movements indicate that she did have a plan in place

and by paying cash for all those cabs,

that made that very clear.

So the theory is that she's still out there

according to her plan,

and sooner or later we will find her.

But unfortunately, for the time being, we have no leads.

So what does that mean?

It means that we have nothing at this particular juncture,

but we do have her picture and info out everywhere.

So if anybody identifies her

or if she shows up on CCTV, we will be notified.

But the time being,

there's just nothing else for us to do.

So that's it.

You just give up?

No one's given up, son.

Missing person cases go cold sometimes,

but they're never closed until the person is found.

And with very rare exceptions, that is always the case.

So statistically speaking, she will be found.

She could be out there hiding

and somebody could be bringing her supplies.

So it could be a bit.

But if she's still alive, we will find her.

Like I said, it's just a matter of time.

Okay. Thank you.

I, I don't know, I don't know what to do, Dad.

Nothing we can do, Son, except move on.

Never, never, I can't do that.

I'll never do that.

Do it for her.

Wherever she is, she'd want you to be happy.

Happy? Happy?

If she wanted me to be happy, she'd never have left.

Maybe she didn't have a choice.

Of course she had a choice, there's always a choice.

She could have chosen to talk to us.

To be thoughtful, considerate.

Casper.

No. No. But she chose to leave us, Dad.

And she chose to do it in the most awful way.

Casper.

Chose to leave us with nothing but questions,

and doubt, and fear, and sadness, and worry, and pain!

She chose that, Dad, she chose all of it!

She didn't choose any of it!

What do you mean?

Dad?

Dad, dad, just, just tell me, please.

I'm sorry.

We found out she had a case

of inoperable pancreatic cancer.

What?

And if she did get treatment,

it would likely be a matter of weeks,

a month at the most.

And even with treatment, she'd likely not last out the year.

And she didn't want treatment.

Saw her mother go through it and,

and she didn't want you to know,

I mean, didn't want anyone to know.

Most of all, she didn't want to end her life in pain.

She said...

I've had such a beautiful life with you.

Such joy.

I want to leave this life while I still feel that joy.

So one last adventure,

and I need you to make me a promise,

the last promise that I'll ever ask of you.

Of course.

Anything.

When she told me,

I was shocked.

I regretted saying I promised to do what she asked,

but she made me understand,

made me realize how beautiful it could be.

I'll just,

I'll just disappear, you know?

No painful death, no funeral drama.

No, no bad memories.

I'll just, you know, I'll just drift away,

and you'll take care of what's left

knowing that, knowing that it's the last gift

that you'll ever give me.

I don't think I can do it.

Yes, of course you can.

Of course you can.

Your love is greater than anything.

It's greater than any fear or doubt.

Your love for me has given me strength,

and it will give you strength too.

Oh, my love.

My love.

I will always be with you in your heart,

in our son, in every flower.

Oh, my love.

It took some planning.

But if your mother was anything,

she was a brilliant strategist.

She got money from the ATM

to help make it look like she was planning to leave.

Which in a way, she was.

She took a cab the night before she'd leave us forever.

Thank you.

She never told me where she was going,

so I'd have one less thing to lie about.

She took a series of different cabs, different car services,

using a fake name and paying in cash.

She only called me to pick her up at the last stop,

just in case anyone managed to follow the trail.

She even wore a scarf and dark glasses

so as not to be easily identified

in case any of the drivers were ever questioned.

She said she felt like Audrey Hepburn in "Charade."

She always loved that movie.

The next day,

we just enjoyed a quiet day at home.

We sat in her garden.

We walked along the lake.

And that evening,

we danced.

We danced

and just held each other.

I wanted to never let her go.

But then Emma said it was getting late,

that it was time.

I had already made sure that we had plenty of,

plenty of sleeping pills.

Thank you.

No.

I mean, thank you.

Thank you.

One last sunset.

And it couldn't be more beautiful.

And sometime after that,

she just

left.

I gathered up more of her clothes.

Shoved them in a large trash bag.

I dumped the suitcase and her cell phone into the trash bin

and took it to the curb the next day.

It was garbage collection day, of course.

She had even planned for that.

And that's pretty much it.

That's it?

What do you mean that's it?

I mean, what did you,

what did you do with,

I mean, where, where, where, where?

I did what she asked, what she wanted

so she could just disappear.

She's gone, Son.

Nothing's gonna change that.

Just let it go.

Let her go.

You're asking too much.

I understand.

How can you?

Because,

because I felt the same thing.

We do what we do for the ones we love,

because we love them.

I made a promise to your mother

not to tell you any of this,

but I had to break that promise

because I love you

and because I thought knowing it was her last wish

would help you to understand,

to accept,

and to maybe someday even forgive.

But you have to leave this last part

between your mother and I.

For her.

I know you wouldn't want tona dishonor her dying wish

any more than I already have.

No.

You're a good son, Casper.

Your mother and I didn't do half bad.

So one last adventure

and I need you to make me a promise.

The last promise that I'll ever ask of you.

Of course.

Anything.

It's nice here.

Yes.

I'm sure mom's very happy

you're taking care of the garden for her.

How could I not?

You know, it's funny,

I can remember mom in the kitchen,

her sewing room, a million places,

but I remember her here more than anything.

Almost any time I'd go looking for her,

here she'd be, tending this little garden of hers.

Yes.

Gosh, she really loved this garden.

Felt like it was a part of her, you know,

a part of who she was.

Yes.

It's almost like she's still here in a way.

Like she was a part of the garden

as much as it was a part of her.

Is that dumb?

Like too metaphysical or something?

No.

It's true.

So dinner on Friday at our place?

I'm looking forward to it.

Good, Oliver's already planning the menu.

I've said it before, I'll say it again,

good move marrying a chef.

That's just a bonus.

You boys will have to come here for dinner sometime too.

Anytime.

Oh, though no comparing my cooking to Oliver's.

We've had your cooking and we've lived.

Well, I gotta get going now.

All right.

You mind if I don't see you out?

I kind of want to just hang out and wait for the sunset.

- Nah, I'll go around. - All right.

- See you Friday. - Okay.

Oh, my love.

I'll never leave you.

Not really.

In this way,

you'll know I'm always with you.

♪ I spent half my life pretending not to see ♪

♪ Playing along with all the rules to keep ♪

♪ Yes, sir ♪

♪ Knowing the game wasn't cheap ♪

♪ What was left, left on the inside ♪

♪ My soul asleep, ignoring the tides of change ♪

♪ Deep inside of me ♪ ♪ Deep inside of me ♪

♪ Eyes wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ Open wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ Eyes wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ First time, first time ♪

♪ Open wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ First time, first time ♪

♪ Facing the fears that once held me down ♪

♪ The music, the songs, they turn it around ♪

♪ And maybe ♪

♪ Maybe, maybe ♪

♪ It was meant to be ♪

♪ I keep on asking myself ♪

♪ What was I waiting for ♪

♪ The magic of building, I popped ♪

♪ The secret door to unlock ♪

♪ Eyes wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ Open wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ Eyes wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ First time, first time ♪

♪ Open wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ First time, first time ♪

♪ Half asleep, as I live my life ♪

♪ And now I open my eyes ♪

♪ I'm seeing my life for the very first time ♪

♪ I'm alive ♪

♪ Eyes wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ Open wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ Eyes wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ First time, first time ♪

♪ Open wide, seeing life for the first time ♪

♪ First time, first time ♪