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♪ I've got a little hunch that there is something going on now ♪

♪ The clothes I bought The friends I've got My teacher had a meltdown ♪

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♪ Then I look at me and I start to see ♪

♪ And a voice inside tells me what I must do ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew? It's me, it's you, get a clue ♪

- ♪ It's there inside of you ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah, that's right ♪

♪ Get a clue There's nothing you can't do ♪

♪ Nothing's ever quite what it seems ♪

♪ Just look a little closer at me ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew? It's me, it's you, get a clue ♪

♪ That's the way it goes now ♪

♪ Did you ever see the world around you change before your eyes? ♪

♪ The people you ignored before They took you by surprise ♪

♪ Then you look at me and I start to see ♪

♪ That something happens when I'm next to you ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew? It's me, it's you, get a clue ♪

- ♪ It's there inside of you ♪ - [phone ringing]

♪ Get a clue There's nothing you can't do ♪

♪ Rock the beat ♪

- [on phone] Hey, sunshine. - Morning, Jen.

- Awake yet? - Now I am.

♪ Nothing's ever quite what it seems ♪

♪ Just look a little closer at me ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew? It's me, it's you Get a clue ♪

[r'n'b music plays]

- Hey. - Hi.

So, what's your outfit du jour?

I've narrowed it down to two. Ready?

♪ Can't you see, baby Or are you so blind ♪

♪ Ever since day one ♪

Hmm. Don't care much for that one.

Okay... There's this timeless ensemble.

Now, that I could borrow. It's trés cute.

You think?

Most definitely. Okay, my turn.

♪ Say you want me by your side ♪

♪ Lying there at night I think of you ♪

- ♪ If cupid had a heart ♪ - Oh, three words. Fab-u-lous!

- Thanks, Jen. - See you. You know where.

As always.

♪ If cupid had a heart He would hear my call ♪

♪ I want him to know ♪

I don't get it, Dad. If you don't like that paper, why do you read it every day?

Because I'm a reporter, Taylor. I'm curious.

Besides, it's important to keep your eye on the competition.

The Daily Examiner is a competitor to The New York Times?

- Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but true. - I read it religiously.

Is it crispy, Gilda, the way I like it?

- Like charcoal briquettes. - Great. Thank you.

Would you pass the bacon?

[sighs] Turn your high beams off before you force me to do it for you.

Can you two get along while I'm out of town?

I can try, but it's been my experience that she can't.

I assure you, can't and won't are two very different things.

- Lex, this is your article in the paper. - What?

Yuck, it's a gooey love picture.

I can't believe it.

I submitted this to the Junior Journalist column weeks ago, and they actually ran it.

You've been selected. This is wonderful.

Oh, it is, honey. They ran your photo.

I used Taylor's digital spy camera. It shoots pictures from around the corner.

- What's the article about, Lex? - You used my camera?

It's just a story about Miss Dawson and her friendship with Mr. Walker.

They're both teachers at Millington.

Ah, sounds like a human interest piece.

Yeah, definitely human interest.

[coughing] Gossip.

[phone rings]

Hello? Yes, she'll be right down.

We'll celebrate when I get back.

We'll go shopping on Madison Avenue. Just the two of us.

Sounds like fun. I better go.

Ma, why don't you take Lexy with you?

I wish I could take you all with me.

Well, it's time to leave.

I trust that everything's gonna run smoothly while I'm away.

Doesn't it always?

You have a successful trip.

- Bye, girls. - Bye, Mom. Love you.

Be good in school.

Cool.

Yeah.

No way.

- [girl #1] Hey, Lexy. - [girl #2] Hey, Lexy.

- [girl #3] Hi, Lexy. - Hey.

What's up?

Congratulations, Lexy. It's so exciting. The Daily Examiner!

Mr. Walker and Miss Dawson? No way.

- Who knew? - What a scandal.

You shine, Lexy.

Thanks, guys.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Hey, Lex. - Hey.

[Lexy] Oh, my gosh, there's Mr. Walker.

I don't know what Miss Dawson sees in him. [scoffs]

And that hideous green coat.

Hi, Mr. Walker.

Oh... Lexy.

Hi. Um... so I'll e-mail that to you right away, Jack.

Thank you.

Mr. Walker.

[Lexy] That's Miss Stern, the control freak admissions officer.

May a speak with you a moment?

Uh, certainly, uh, Miss Stern.

Um, I'll see you both in class.

That was, uh, some article.

Oh, you saw it?

Yeah. Hedda Hopper had nothing on you.

Hedda who?

And you call yourself a writer. You should know.

She was the most famous gossip columnist ever.

I am not a gossip columnist.

I give advice. The article in The Daily Examiner is a human interest piece.

Right. Sure it is.

Ew. [scoffs]

[boy] All right, so what's your secret?

If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, would it, Gabe?

How'd you get that shot of Mr. Walker? He won't even allow his picture in the yearbook.

You know what they say: "A good reporter is always on the job."

- Hi, Gabe. - Hey, Jennifer.

Bye, Gabe.

How excited are you about getting your article in The Daily Examiner?

- Everyone's talking about it. - Jack Downey just trashed it.

[scoffs] Of course he did. He's so jealous.

- You think? - Come on.

You snapped an amazing picture of your teacher's good side,

then you wrote a killer article about their secret romance,

and it happened to run in a major New York newspaper.

Think about it. The editor of the school paper

is upstaged by a member of his own staff.

- He's dying over this. - You're so right, Jen. Thanks.

- What are friends for? - So true.

Do you think Miss Dawson saw the picture?

[Lexy] I don't know. It's hard to tell.

May I have your attention, please?

Hello!

As you know, it's Career Week, and we're very honored

to have the participation of so many talented parents.

I want your complete attention when they present.

Now, our first speaker

is a 12-year veteran of the CIA,

with 10 years as a covert operations officer.

Everyone, let's give a big round of applause for

Mrs. Sommerville.

Thank you, Miss Dawson.

The life of a CIA operations officer

can be a very exciting one.

You get to travel the world, explore different cultures,

meet lots of interesting people.

But it's a lonely life,

filled with empty hotel rooms

and late-night meals in two-bit diners.

You begin to miss your cat.

[bell ringing]

[boy #1] I could write one too.

[boy #2] Jack, could you come here and look at these mock-ups?

Ugh, I think my brain is in meltdown. Can we go home yet?

What will people in this school do without me? Listen to this.

"Dear Lexy, my friend and I had a fight.

We made up, but the mean things she said still hurt.

What should I do? Signed, Bummed Out."

This is a bummer. What will you prescribe, Dr. Gold?

Well, she has to be honest and tell her how she feels.

- That's what I'd do with you. - And I with you.

Then, she should reward herself for speaking out

by picking up a cute little jelly roll handbag.

- [Jen] Excellent advice. - [scoffs]

She'll feel better in no time.

Definitely.

Okay, everyone, time for our weekly meeting.

Now, our first order of business,

as most of you are already aware...

Lexy Gold was honored today by The Daily Examiner,

which published an article and photograph

she submitted to their Junior Journalism section.

Let's give her a round of applause.

- All right. - Yeah.

Your editor, Jack Downey, would now like to say a few words.

I would?

Uh, I mean, yeah, I would.

Thank you, Mr. Goldblum. Uh...

I guess I'd just like to say that we're all proud

when one of our own is able to make their way onto a more visible platform.

Especially a colleague from one of our, well, softer news areas.

[girl scoffs]

[girl] So, congratulations, Lexy.

Today The Daily Examiner, tomorrow The Post.

- Yeah, congratulations. - Yeah.

- Goddess on the mountaintop. - Thanks, Jen.

I'm gonna need your copy if you want to make the next issue.

- This story's kind of old news. - You know what, Jack?

I actually owe you a thank you.

It was because you wouldn't run my story

that I sent it to The Daily Examiner in the first place.

[students laugh] Ooh.

[Mr. Walker] Gertrude, you startled me.

[Miss Dawson] I need to talk to you.

[stammering] What more is there to say?

I just don't understand.

[Mr. Walker] Don't talk so loud, okay?

I-I... I never...

I never meant to hurt you.

Oh, really? Then what did you mean to do?

What changed? We made all those plans.

Orlando, I love you.

Okay, well, I don't love you.

That's what's changed. Can you understand that?

I guess I'm gonna have to try.

I'm sorry I ever met you.

If you think I'll continue to pass you in these halls,

you're sadly mistaken.

One of us has to leave Millington,

and I assure you it's not going to be me.

Hi, Miss Dawson.

Hi, Lexy.

Hey, you. About ready for bed?

Yeah. I just have to finish answering mail for my column.

There just aren't enough hours in the day.

Sorry I missed dinner.

The press conference I was covering ran long.

The mayor was asking state legislators to increase aid

to city schools, and let's just say things didn't go very well.

It's okay, Dad. That sounds pretty important.

Well, not as important as you. Bedtime.

And how was your day?

It was okay.

Hmm. I, um...

...read your article.

Nice job. It's well written.

You've got a good theme.

I'd call it a heartwarming piece of journalism.

- Really? - Absolutely.

Dad, have you ever written something that,

I don't know, caused something else to happen?

Sure. That's what journalism is all about, and you'll get there.

This is good work, Lex. You should be proud.

I'm proud. I'm really proud. I just...

I want to write a hard news piece, you know? Like you do.

You don't start with hard news. You work your way up to it. That's what I did.

How?

Well, let's see. I was working at The Mercury Herald

in the classifieds when I got a lead on something.

I did a little investigation on my own and discovered

a toxic waste dump was hidden

underneath the local burger joint.

So I pitched the story to the editor, and made the front page of The Herald.

After that, they made me staff writer.

Wow.

There's stories all around you, Lex.

You just have to keep your eyes open,

and when you get a hunch about something, investigate it.

- I think I can do that. - I know you can do that.

You'll be amazed what hard work,

imagination and a little luck will bring you.

- Good night. - Hugs and kisses, Dad.

Hugs and kisses, my sweet girl.

[reporter] ...in or around the vehicle.

As you can see behind me, the vehicle is a light-colored sedan.

Anyone who may have seen what happened...

- How you doin', man? - Good. Thanks.

Lexy, sweetie, wake up.

Huh? Dad, what time is it?

Honey, I've got something to tell you and it's not very easy.

I just got a call from one of the editors at the paper,

and apparently your teacher, Mr. Walker...

He's missing.

Wait. What happened?

There isn't much information yet,

but they did find his car in the East River early this morning.

Oh, my gosh. [stammering] And Mr. Walker?

He hasn't been found yet.

There's a lot of speculation, but things don't look very good.

This is gonna be a tough day for you. Why don't you get ready,

and I'll walk you to school.

Wow. I can't... I can't believe this.

[phone rings]

Jen! Jen, wake up!

- Huh? - Mr. Walker... he's missing.

He's what?

[Lexy] News of Mr. Walker's bizarre disappearance

spread faster than word of a Barney's Warehouse sale.

All I know is, if he set foot into that toxic river,

he's gonna need a serious head-to-toe hydro-exfoliation body wrap.

Even the fish refuse to live there.

Jeez, there's a lot of cameras here.

I hope they get my good side.

♪ Whoa-whoa That girl can dance ♪

♪ Oh, the justifier ♪

♪ She be givin' up the funk till the day she die ♪

The good thing about being in mourning is that black is always in.

I know. Whoever thought of that was so far ahead of their time.

I can't believe all the coverage Mr. Walker's getting.

Who would have thought he was so popular?

[Lexy] Miss Stern's outfit is to die for, literally.

Isn't it strange that the day after my article runs, he just disappears?

Yeah. It's a real shame.

A shame? It's too weird.

- All right, Lexy, so what's the scoop on Mr. Walker? - What?

Come on. I know you have the inside story. Where is he?

I have no idea, Gabe, but you're really starting to bug me.

Well, as you all know, we've had a bit of a crisis in our school.

Mr. Walk... [clears throat]

Mr. Walker... [clears throat]

Nonetheless, classes will continue for the time being.

Now, our next guest speaker is here.

He is a small-business owner

who is an award-winning taxidermist.

Everyone, Mr. Greenblatt.

[Lexy] Poor Miss Dawson. The man she loves is missing,

and even worse, yesterday he told her to take a hike.

She must be wiggin'. A deep-tissue massage

at the Peacock Spa would do her wonders.

- [gasps] - Now, if at all possible,

wrap your fish in a wet towel.

- Then... - Excuse me, Miss Dawson.

Is Lexy Gold here?

Me?

[clears throat]

Ah. Alexandra Gold?

Am I in trouble for something?

No, no. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.

I'm Detective Potter. Please sit down.

How do I know you're really a detective?

[grunts]

Oh.

Now, I understand you write

a gossip column for the school newspaper?

It's an advice column.

You may have special knowledge about a relationship

between Mr. Walker and Miss Dawson. Is that correct?

[scoffs]

Oh.

Before I go any further, I just want to say congratulations

on your article in yesterday's Daily Examiner.

- It was most impressive. - Oh, you saw it?

Oh, yes. What a great photo. Did you take it?

Yes, I did. Thank you.

You know, up until my article ran, I was the only one

who knew how in love Mr. Walker and Miss Dawson were.

Well, I told my best friend Jennifer.

And then yesterday...

What happened yesterday?

Well, they broke up.

Actually, he broke up with her. Miss Dawson was really upset.

- You witnessed this? - Well, they were arguing,

and she said one of them would have to leave Millington,

and it wasn't gonna be her.

You know, she might be a big help.

I'll be in touch if I have any further questions.

Um, Detective Potter, sir,

has anyone ever told you you'd look better without the knobs?

Uh... no.

Well, I really think you should consider it.

Uh, that'll be all, Miss Gold. Thank you for your time.

The pleasure was mine.

Miss Dawson. I'm Detective Potter.

Please have a seat.

Did you find him?

No, not yet.

So who are you eavesdropping on this time?

Shh. There's a detective in there with Miss Dawson.

[Potter] I have it from more than one source

that you and Mr. Walker had romantic ties.

- Is that true? - [Miss Dawson] Yes, it is.

When'd you last see Mr. Walker?

Um...

- Well, yesterday afternoon. - Mm-hmm.

Did he seem angry? Was he upset?

He was perfectly fine.

Really? I learned from one of your students that you had

an altercation with Mr. Walker yesterday

and threatened him if he did not leave this school.

Is that accurate?

Would you mind coming downtown with me for further questioning?

Think I'd better contact my lawyer.

Oh, no. That detective thinks that Miss Dawson has something

to do with Mr. Walker's disappearance, and it's all my fault.

Don't flatter yourself. She's the lead suspect, even without your big mouth.

The only thing she is guilty of is loving him. That's definitely a crime.

Why can't you tell it like it is? She threatened him. We both heard it.

She didn't. She only said this school wasn't big enough for the two of them.

Besides, she's too petite to murder anyone.

Well, didn't you ever hear of Lizzie Borden?

I think I've heard of Dizzie Borden.

Look, I don't believe Miss Dawson killed Mr. Walker.

So who did?

I don't know. Who said he was murdered? There's no body.

They found his car, but no Mr. Walker.

Anything could've happened. He could've been taken hostage.

Okay, Nancy Drew, I think you been sleuthing around just a little too long.

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, and it's gonna be front-page news.

You don't know the first thing about Mr. Walker.

I'm the only one who knows him, much less cares about him.

You know, you're right.

As much as it pains me to say this, Jack,

I think we should team up and investigate this together.

- What's the point of that? - Two heads are better than one.

If you help me, I know we can crack this case wide open.

Are you serious?

If you care about Mr. Walker, you have a funny way of showing it.

Are you just gonna sit back and do nothing?

Oh, man. How can someone so selfish make me feel so guilty?

It's a gift.

Okay, but you gotta promise not to tell anyone, right?

Relax. Who am I gonna tell?

♪ Welcome to the party ♪

[horns honking]

♪ Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa Welcome to the party ♪

♪ Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa Out of your mind... ♪

- Oh, I knew it. - Knew what?

That you liked him.

Come on. This is strictly business.

I told Jack I'd call tomorrow with the time we'd meet.

You've got his number? Mm-hmm. Cute.

[Lexy] So, Jen, what do you know about Jack?

[Jen] Not much. I'm not interested, but you should be.

[Lexy] What?

Get a clue. He likes you.

- That's why he treats you like a reject from the outlet mall. - Thanks.

Oh, come on, I think he's kinda cute.

He's tall, mysterious. Just your type.

That's not possible, Jen. I don't have a type.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, honey. How was school?

Okay.

So, have you heard any news about Mr. Walker?

They won't tell us anything at school.

I did hear they sent more divers to investigate the area where they retrieved his car,

but I don't think they're gonna find much.

There's a strong current.

If you were covering this story, where would you start?

Well, a good reporter always starts

by looking into the subject's background for information.

What kind?

Anything that seems out of the ordinary,

'cause sometimes when you compile a lot of facts,

- it leads to answers. - That sounds like detective work.

Good reporters are like detectives.

But they can't rely on police alone.

They've gotta do their own investigation.

Yeah. That really makes sense.

Hmm. No, wait a minute.

I can see your wheels turning.

Mr. Walker's disappearance is not a human interest piece.

It's a serious case.

Which means I don't want you to get involved.

Come on, Dad. I was just curious.

Don't worry. Hakuna Matata.

- Who goes there? - Who do you think?

Be nice or get lost.

May I please come in?

What do you want?

Oh, nothing, really. I just thought with Mom gone,

I'd check on you, see how you're doing. You know, because I care.

What do you think, I'm an idiot?

Well, actually...

I like what you've done with the place.

But what's all this junk for?

It's not junk. It's important stuff.

This is important?

It's a stealth listening device.

It means secret.

Listen through here. Put it on your ear.

- [in earpiece] Hey! - Ow! [scoffs]

Pretty cool, huh? And this is my favorite. A wrist walkie-talkie.

You've gotta have it for hands-free agent-to-agent communication.

Where do you get all this stuff from, anyway?

- The corner spy shop. - Never heard of it.

It's right across the street from where Ma takes Pilates.

This stuff is amazing.

Hey!

Look, silly.

Hey, that's cool. How'd you figure that out?

My dorky sister has something like it at home.

Can I help you guys?

Uh, yes. We're lookin' for some spy equipment.

You've come to the right place. Let me show you something.

[electronic beeping]

Rear-view glasses. Cool.

[scoffs]

What's up with this?

Well, I was in the neighborhood, and I just thought I'd stop by.

- What's he doing here? - Who?

Oh, him?

Yeah, that would be the "he" I'm referring to.

There's actually a really good reason why...

Hear me out, Lexy. Look, it's only a matter of time

before Dan Rather and Diane Sawyer show up to cover

Mr. Walker's disappearance, but... I'm gonna have the exclusive story.

You're gonna have the story? It's my story.

Hey, what's goin' on here? What are they doin' here?

Y-Yeah, what are you guys doing here?

In about two seconds, you both are gonna worship me.

Are you ready? Gabe lives across the street from Miss Dawson.

And your point is?

Well, if we watch her for a few days

and nothing suspicious takes place,

maybe we can clear her name.

Or prove she had something to do with Mr. Walker's disappearance.

- Exactly. - [squeaking]

Cool camera.

So make yourselves at home, guys.

I'll get the menu book, and we can order some lunch.

Wow.

So this is how the other half lives.

[Jen] Okay, so, um, what's next, Lex?

[scoffs]

Okay, our mission is to identify any suspicious activity

- or clues that might tell us what happened to Mr. Walker. - All right.

Now, even though we have all this equipment,

nothing can substitute for our eyes, ears and intuition.

That's right. I think we should divide and conquer.

Good idea. I propose that Jennifer and I go to Walker's house to search for clues

while you two go to Gabe's and keep watch over Dawson's place.

- Did you get Walker's address? - Yeah, it's in Carroll Gardens.

That's in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn? I am not schlepping out to Brooklyn.

Jennifer, a good spy does not question her assignment.

So what? I'm not a good spy. I'll live.

I guess I'm going with you.

Oh, I was afraid of that.

- What are you doing? - What does it look like I'm doing? Calling a car.

Are you crazy? The big game's tonight.

Traffic's gonna be bumper-to-bumper.

Besides, showing up in a big hunkin' Richmobile,

we'll stick out like two sore thumbs.

I say the subway's the only way to go.

Darn! You made me dial the wrong number.

Right. I made you dial the wrong number.

[busy signal]

You've never been on the subway before, have you?

[scoffs]

Please! Of course I have. I take it all the time.

Uh-huh. So let's go.

Lexy!

Jen, come on up.

Okay, this is so not a photo op.

Okay, come on. Let's go.

Hold on, I'm just making some technical adjustments.

All right.

Okay.

Wow, this is some library.

Huh? Oh, yeah, it's my, uh, lifetime collection.

"Gabe's Birth"?

You mean, you even have that on tape?

Oh, yeah. My dad just got me started really young,

- and I've just been recording things ever since. - Impressive.

Okay.

Everything's about set up.

And... action.

Oh, this is so exciting.

Maybe she's not home.

Yeah, yeah, you...

You just have to sit and wait and... yeah.

Yes, I made it. I can't wait to tell Jennifer.

Wow.

How interesting.

What a riot. I mean, who knew?

Okay. It's this way.

Uh, actually, it's this way.

Pardon me, but do you see this paper in my hands?

It's called a map, and according to it,

- Mr. Walker's house is that way. - Right.

Well, you know, first of all...

Here you go. And second of all, it's that way.

I've been there before.

Look! She's home.

I love this exercise tape!

Are you crazy? She might be a murderer.

I feel like a store mannequin.

You mean like a dummy on display.

Uh, excuse us, sir.

Hey, didn't that man's coat look like the one

that Mr. Walker used to wear?

I don't know. I didn't notice.

[Lexy] I'm sure that was Mr. Walker's coat.

How many of those hideous green frocks could there be in one city?

Yeah, at the beginning of the school year,

I came here to pick up Mr. Walker's old computer. He was giving it to me.

That's it right there.

[man] I'll call you later.

- Oh, my gosh. Look! - It's Miss Stern.

I'm surprised she doesn't have a nosebleed

from being south of 14th Street.

- That's funny, you don't seem to have a nosebleed. - Ha-ha.

What's Miss Stern doing at Mr. Walker's?

Wait a minute. I did see them

having a weird conversation the day before he disappeared.

- Yeah? - Well, that's sort of suspicious.

Suspicious of what?

I don't know. I'm just pointing it out.

Let's, uh, check out Mr. Walker's.

Should we go in?

Well, we, uh, came all the way over here, didn't we?

It's as if he were just here.

You know, I really like this sleuthing thing. I think I could be pretty good at it.

[cat shrieks, glass breaks, dog barks]

Uh, okay, I'm scared. Let's go.

Whoa, we just got here. Let's look around a little bit.

Right.

Look at this. "N.P."

I wonder what that stands for.

[screaming]

[snoring]

Gabe, look! Gabe.

Who is that?

[both] Mr. Goldblum?

Detective Meany.

And you two are on private property.

Do you realize that's against the law?

- No. No, sir. - No, we didn't. Of course not.

It is. Now who are you, and what are you doing here?

I-I'm Lexy Gold and this is Jack Downey.

We're students of Mr. Walker's.

Is he alive, sir?

That's... police business,

but if you know anything about his disappearance,

I suggest you tell me now.

Oh, w-we don't... we don't know anything, sir.

Are you absolutely positive about that?

[stammering] Of course we're absolutely positive about that.

Hmm.

Do you have the time?

Yeah, it's, uh... It's half past 3:00.

How long have you been doing this? You know, police work?

Did you say it's half past 3:00? 'Cause we're late for dinner.

It's a little early for dinner, isn't it, Jack?

Well, did you know that it's better to eat big meals early in the day?

It's good for your digestive system.

No. I didn't know that.

So, uh, we gotta get all the way across town...

Uh, so, we-we got to go.

Well, I guess we'll be seeing you, detective.

Right. Uh, so, we-we gotta go. Uh, goodbye.

Have you completely lost your mind?

I've never seen this side of you. You're scared, aren't you?

I'm not scared. I-I didn't wanna upset the detective. He seemed kinda strange.

That's because he was not a detective.

What? And you know this because?

Because a New York detective could never afford

a platinum watch, a Pumoni suit and alligator boots.

Huh? A private detective can have wealthy clients

and tons of money, especially in New York.

Maybe, maybe not.

Besides, how can you tell a Pumoni suit from across the room?

Trust me, I can spot a knockoff from a mile away.

And that was the real thing. Same with the watch. The best.

Fine platinum band with 18-carat accents and mother-of-pearl dials

that allow you to check any two time zones simultaneously. It's the ultimate in chic.

Just call it my New York sensibility hard at work.

Wow, who'd of thought that your insane obsession with material objects

- would actually come in handy? - I'll take that as a compliment.

Hey, do you think that Miss Stern and this Meany guy

are in on something together?

I don't know, but let's run a check on him.

Good idea. We'll go back to my house.

Nah, we're going to my place. It's right here.

You live in Brooklyn? Why didn't you say so?

No one ever asked. Everyone assumes if you go to Millington,

you have a doorman and a summer house and all that.

We don't. I'm at Millington on a scholarship.

Really?

Hi, Mrs. Jenrette.

Hi, Jack.

Yeah, really.

Look, Brooklyn's not fancy like the Upper East Side, okay?

I like it here. Everybody's cool.

I bet you don't know your neighbors, right?

We don't have neighbors, 'cause we own the whole floor.

But I did meet the people below us when I overflowed the bathtub once.

Right. Overflowed the bathtub. Come on.

Hey, Ma, I'm home!

[Mrs. Downey] Hello.

What's your mom doing home in the middle of the day?

She's an emergency-room nurse.

She works the night shift. She's got the days off.

Really?

Something smells amazing.

Yeah, she's a great cook.

- She cooks? - Yeah. Come on.

- Hello. - Hi, Ma.

Uh, this is my friend Lexy from school.

Hello, Lexy. Nice to meet you.

You, too, Mrs. Downey.

I'm running behind. Would you do the dishes later?

Yeah, sure, Ma.

Would you like a lemon square?

Mmm.

This is delicious.

Thank you.

So, what are you two working on?

- Uh, it's just a... - School project.

A school project. Right. So we'll be upstairs.

Oh, all right.

- Okay. - Nice to meet you, Lexy.

You, too.

That's my brother.

- You have a brother? - Yeah, that's Todd.

- Does he live here? - Nah.

- Where is he? - He's in the navy.

Oh, really?

Yeah. He's, uh, stationed in Hawaii.

Oh, it's so wonderful there. The Grand Makiki is to die for.

I had the best facial ever, last time I was there.

What's your favorite island?

I wouldn't know. I've never been to Hawaii.

Oh.

Todd and I used to share this room before he went away.

You must miss him.

Yeah, I do.

So where's your dad?

Well, he-he died a couple years ago.

Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry, Jack.

No, it's okay. Well, he was sick for a long time,

but we took good care of him.

Must've been really hard.

It, uh... It was really okay.

I loved my dad.

Yeah, uh, let's check out Meany, huh?

Here.

So, what are all these trophies for?

I like to bowl.

I hear that you have to wear shoes that other people have worn.

You know, real bowlers have their own shoes.

I'm not sure, but I think they have their own socks and underwear, too.

But that's the really good bowlers.

Is this the computer that Mr. Walker gave you?

- Mm-hmm. - I can see why. It's ancient.

It looks like there's a Charles Meany licensed

as a New York State private detective.

Well, there could be more than one Charles Meany,

or he could be lying.

Or this could be the Charles Meany we met today.

It could be.

- That's not possible. - What's not possible?

I have an e-mail.

Oh, yes, that is a surprise, but you must have some friends.

Who's it from?

It's from Mr. Walker.

What? Wait a minute. Hold on. What is that?

It's a letter of recommendation he promised

for my Millington scholarship renewal.

This is so weird. The letter was dated four days ago,

but it wasn't sent until yesterday.

[Lexy] How does a dead man send e-mail?

- Hey, Lexy, I just thought of something. - What?

- Well, this was Mr. Walker's computer, right? - Yeah.

Look at this. "Nicholas Petrossian." N.P.

The initials on the briefcase at Mr. Walker's house.

[beeping]

Lexy's paging us to meet her back at her place.

And watching Miss Dawson was getting so good.

Okay, I'd better leave the camera running so we can check it out later.

Let's see if anything happens.

Whoa, so Mr. Walker's real name is Nicholas Petrossian?

Well, you can't blame him for changing a name like that.

- Hey, you think I could change my name? - Sure, why not?

Okay, you guys, let's review today's developments.

Now, we saw Miss Stern leave Mr. Walker...

I mean, Petrossian's apartment in Brooklyn,

where a dubious detective claimed to be "on the case."

Mr. Goldblum was in Miss Dawson's apartment.

And some homeless guy in Brooklyn was wearing Mr. Walker's jacket.

That is so bizarre. Oh, what was Miss Stern wearing?

It was hard to tell.

Excuse me. Who cares?

- Can we continue? - [Jen] Whatever.

- Go right ahead. - Okay.

We don't know why Miss Stern was at Mr. Walker's apartment.

Let's not forget she had an argument with Mr. Walker right before he disappeared.

- [Gabe] Yeah. - Totally fishy.

My thought exactly, Jen. Now, this detective, it was...

Well, what's wrong with him?

Well, nothing really. He was just sort of creepy,

and he dressed way too flashy to be a detective.

Cameron Diaz dressed pretty flashy in Charlie's Angels.

[Gabe laughs]

Jen...

Okay. It looks like Mr. Goldblum is somehow, uh...

...involved with Miss Dawson?

But just yesterday, Mr. Walker broke her heart.

And then she threatened him.

Juicy, isn't it?

Maybe Goldblum and Dawson conspired to get rid of Walker.

What's their motive? Just because he was at Dawson's house...

With his arm around her. Mm-hmm.

He was jealous.

But how do we explain this homeless guy?

I don't know, but there can't be more than one

hideous Aussie coat like that in New York City.

Maybe the guy just found it.

[computer beeps]

- No way. - What you got here, Jack?

I ran a search on Nicholas Petrossian, and this came up in The Arizona Dispatch.

"Nicholas Petrossian, a banker, mysteriously disappeared,

and he may be dead.

Recently, he was charged with fraud and embezzlement."

[Jack] "Petrossian is survived by his mother who resides in Brighton Beach, New York."

I say we pay her a visit.

Sure. I'll work on getting her address.

[bell ringing]

You should have seen my outfit. It was so cute

that everyone stared at me.

I wore these adorable black Capri pants

with this leopard-print T-shirt and these chunky shoes...

[Lexy] Hmm. Maybe I've underestimated Jack all this time.

I mean, there's a lot more to him than I thought.

It must be hard for him to go to school so far from home.

And with his brother gone and his dad...

I don't know what I'd do without my dad. But his mom's really sweet.

I'd call them your classic Mary-Janes, with thick soles,

a Velcro strap and square toes. Your basic Prada knockoffs.

[Lexy] He always seems to be alone. I wonder who his best friend is.

I really like spending time with Jack.

Oop! Oh, my gosh! What am I saying?

- [Jack] I got it. - [Jen] What?

Mrs. Petrossian's address.

Are you serious? How'd you do that?

I used a little Brooklyn common sense. I checked the phone book.

- No way. - Way.

Yeah, she was listed in the white pages.

I think we should go after school.

- Okay. - All right.

- I knew it. - What?

Come on, Jen. This is work.

- You mean, it's working. - What's working?

Oh, you so like Jack. Can't you just admit it?

That's it right over there.

Oh, how cute! They have a wishing well.

Hi. Sorry to bother you, ma'am. We're looking for the mother of a Nicholas Petrossian.

There's no one here by that name.

It's not a name you forget. Maybe if you give it thought...

I'm sorry.

- [man] Let 'em in. - What are you thinking?

- They're okay, Mom. - Don't do this.

[both] Mr. Walker!

Come on.

Would you care for something? The eel is wonderful.

Very fresh. I'd say it was swimming around this morning.

Oh, no, thank you.

- Hmm? - I just ate.

Okay.

Yeah.

That's a stunning pendant you're wearing.

Oh, yeah? Well, thank you.

Years ago, I found it in a little junk shop outside Reno.

I bought it with the nickels I won on the slots.

I can't believe you're alive, Mr. Walker.

We were thinking the worst.

Yeah, what's going on, Mr. Walker?

Well, it's complicated.

I tried to talk him out of this,

but he's just as stubborn as his father was.

You don't want to get me started.

- Thank you, Mom. - Yeah.

Do you wanna fill us in on the fraud and embezzlement you were charged with in '87?

We found out about that.

I shouldn't be surprised. You've always done your homework.

But I'm not guilty. I was framed.

Oh, you can say that again.

[Mr. Walker] Back in the '80s, I was a young, eager banker in Arizona,

working hard, trying to claw my way up the corporate ladder.

I had just landed a really big, important account,

and everyone started taking notice, especially Granville.

I was on top of the world.

Gentlemen!

[Lexy] Who's Granville?

[Walker] Oh, he was my boss.

[Mrs. Walker] I never liked that man.

[Walker] Mother, please.

Aces!

[Walker] Well, it was short-lived, anyway.

Very soon after,

somebody stole $10 million out of that new account

and put it into a foreign account in my name.

I was framed for the theft.

Why didn't you withdraw it and turn it in to the police?

Well, I immediately went to do that, but the account was empty.

And you never found out who framed you?

No. Lots of people had access to the account.

What about the money? No idea where it went?

Not a clue. I sure wish I did, though.

How does $10 million just disappear?

[Walker] I knew that the police would soon show up, so I ran,

but someone came after me and stalked me for months,

leaving me threatening messages,

accusing me of robbing the foreign account.

[Mrs. Walker] Someday, the person who did this

is gonna get a piece of my mind.

He's gonna regret the day he was born.

It was a nightmare. [sighs]

I had to take drastic action, and I faked my own death

in order to shake off my pursuer.

Nicholas Petrossian was kaput.

And you created a whole new you.

Yeah. Uh, Orlando Walker was a teacher

who had died the year before I came to town.

When I acquired his identity, I became a teacher too.

And I loved it, you know? I settled into my new life and...

...things went back to normal.

Then I met Miss Dawson.

Oh, she's the bee's knees.

- Egg salad? - Pumpernickel.

[both] My favorite!

I went head over heels. And everything was going great

until Lexy's article appeared in the newspaper.

Oh, my gosh. You were found because of my picture.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Walker. I never had any intentions of hurting you.

I know you didn't, Lexy.

Anyway, that afternoon, I felt somebody was following me.

And when I got home, I found this note.

It had rained and the ink smudged,

so it's hard to read.

[Jack] "I know who you are.

...under the palm...

...lobby at... hotel, Saturday... at 2 p.m.

You'll pay. If you don't pay, your girlfriend will."

You're being blackmailed, Mr. Walker.

It looks like you're supposed to show up

at some hotel on Saturday at 2 p.m.

If you don't, something might happen to Miss Dawson.

And I have to figure out what hotel that is.

Do you know who wrote this note?

Uh, whoever framed me way back when.

Well, right now, we can't assume anyone is innocent until we have this mystery person cornered.

So if we find out what lobby we're supposed to be at, we can find the mystery person.

Yes, and I need to be there

so that no harm comes to Miss Dawson.

Mr. Walker, you have to come out in the open.

If you don't, how are you ever gonna marry Miss Dawson?

I'd love to marry her.

Oh, that's so sweet!

Well, we need to find out which hotel it is, and then we can just use you as bait.

What are you doing here?

I live here, you geek. I mean, may I please have a moment?

The suspense is killing me. What do you want?

Out of the kindness of my heart, I've decided to clue you in.

Come on.

Anything on the disk?

Just air.

[Lexy and Taylor] Let's go to work.

[Lexy] "I know who you are. Meet me under the palm in the lobby

at the Fairmark Hotel, Saturday at 2 p.m."

- The Fairmark! - Oh, yes!

- [Mr. Gold] Kids, you in there? - [Taylor] Dad!

Hey, what's going on?

- Oh, hi, Dad. - Mr. Gold.

What are you guys doing?

- Um... yeah. - Just learning some new dance steps.

It's shuffle-ball-change, Taylor, not change-ball-shuffle.

- You're such an idiot. - I know you really are.

Okay, well, uh, I'm gonna go

and prepare for tomorrow's assignment.

- Bye, Dad! - Love you.

Okay, let's get ahold of Mr. Walker.

We just need to stake out the Fairmark at 2 p.m. tomorrow.

Hi, Dad. Bye, Dad.

- Hold up, honey. - What's up?

There's been some troubling developments concerning Mr. Walker.

"Police today have announced that missing schoolteacher,

Orlando Walker, may be a wanted embezzler, in hiding since 1987.

A spokesperson for the police department says

that Walker faces many years of prison if convicted.

A sizable reward has been posted for information

regarding Mr. Walker's whereabouts."

- Oh, my gosh. - I'm sorry, honey.

You can't always tell a book by its cover.

Well, does it say there if anyone knows where he is?

No. Apparently, he's still missing.

Great! I mean, I'm late. I gotta go, Dad.

- Have a nice day. Bye, Gilda! - Bye, dear!

- Lexy! - Yeah?

I thought you could use these walkie-talkies.

I picked up some extras.

That's a great idea, but are you sure?

You may need them.

Thanks.

Good luck.

You know, I just may keep you.

Bye.

Okay. Are you ready?

I think those kids are up to no good.

[Gabe] Hmm. That looks pretty good over there.

Oh! Come on, Gabe.

[clock chimes]

It's 2:00! Can you stand it? It's 2:00!

Okay, guys. Places.

No, not Miss Dawson. I left her a message to lie low,

but she probably didn't understand.

No. Don't do it, Mr. Walker.

[gasps] It's Mr. Goldblum!

What?

Or not.

[grunting]

[Lexy] It's that homeless guy with Mr. Walker's coat.

And look! Mrs. P?

It's Miss Stern!

Is she meeting Mr. Goldblum?

I'm confused.

Okay, are we on some new TV show with hidden cameras?

- [Jen] Lexy. - Because I don't care what the prizes are.

This is getting too insane.

- Lexy! - What?

Meany!

Petrossian.

Granville. I...

I can't believe it's you. Y-You did this to me? Why?

I was your best employee, your-your toughest deal maker.

I never did believe you were a dead man.

You ruined my life. For all intents and purposes, I am dead.

[chuckles] Well, I must say, for a dead man,

you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself.

[scoffs] Right. Enjoy living my life on the run. You set me up.

[chuckles] Of course I did, old boy.

You're such an easy mark.

Why not make it easy on yourself now and...

...hand it over?

I don't have the money.

Well, of course you don't have the money, you fool. Just...

Just give me what belongs to me.

Don't go there, Mr. Walker.

Just trap him.

To make you go away, I'll give you... half of it right now.

Half.

Half?

What are you talking about, you fool?

- [feedback] - Ow!

Who sent you?

Ow! Aah! Oh! Ow!

- Are you okay? - Yeah. It's just my ankle.

Don't let him get away! Oh!

Okay. You two go up, and Jack and I will go down.

[panting]

[panting]

[panting]

What the...?

There he is. Come on!

- [Lexy screams] - [Jack] Look out!

Let's get out of here!

Oh!

Jack! Jack, I'm stuck!

[screaming]

Jack!

Come on!

Wow. Thank you, Jack.

Uh, come on.

Which way do we go?

[muffled scream]

[muffled scream]

Wait here, Jack.

[muffled scream]

[muffled scream]

Hello?

Hello?

[muffled scream]

Hello?

[muffled scream]

Oh, my gosh. Miss Dawson! Are you okay?

Oof, talk about a fashion emergency.

I receive an exclusive invitation

for a free day at the spa, and this is what it gets me.

What in the world is going on here?

What are you doing here?

Well, it's a long story.

But, for starters, Mr. Walker's alive.

- What? - Well, you're gonna flip when you hear the details,

but they have to wait.

Right now, we have to 86 Granville.

He's the guy that issued this oh-so-exclusive invitation.

Oh, Miss Dawson.

Forgive me for hosing you down like this, but I've gotta go.

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

[panting]

- Oh! - [screams]

Are you okay?

Ladies and gentlemen, quiet, please.

May I have your attention?

Thank you.

I am pleased to introduce someone

who has spent the last four weeks

living undercover as a homeless man on the streets of Brooklyn.

He's here today to tell us his story.

Ladies and gentlemen, city council member Gary Eikare.

- [crowd gasps, applauds] - [woman] All right, Gary!

I am proud

to stand before you today as a man

with some small insight into the poverty on our streets.

Do you see this old coat?

To some, a coat is merely an accessory,

a fashion statement.

To others, a coat

is a form of shelter.

A means of survival.

This dreary old coat

is practically the only offering of kindness

I received in the past month.

A man literally took it off his back... to keep me warm.

[woman] Good job!

That rag, a form of shelter? Never thought of it that way.

Well, there's a first time for everything.

Hey, come on.

Lexy.

Ah.

- Ma'am? - Oh, get me a cold one, garçon.

Right away.

Oh!

- Mr. Walker! - Have you seen Miss Dawson?

Um... Oh, there she is.

Hello!

Oh.

Aren't they just the bee's knees?

We... We lost him.

- [Lexy] What? - What's going on here?

Oh, hello. We're just having tea with my grandma.

Come on, guys.

Grandma! Can I get you a Napoleon?

Oh, thank you, sweetheart.

Hi.

He couldn't have gotten too far.

[Lexy] Now, everyone, be cool.

Oh, wait. I have an idea.

[electronic beeping]

[gasps] Jack, there he is.

- Go! Go get him! - Uh...

Aah! What's this? Ladies, grab your purses!

[all] Oh!

[gasps] Aah!

[grunting]

Freeze!

[Lexy] Granville Falco, masquerading as Detective Meany.

What kind of an alias is that?

Ugh, he was a meany, all right.

We'll see how mean he is behind bars.

It seems that Miss Stern liked Mr. Walker,

and she got a little jealous about Miss Dawson when she saw the picture in the paper.

She went snooping around his place to see if he had disappeared just to avoid her.

Meanwhile, Mr. Goldblum was being rejected by Miss Dawson.

But as you can see, he soon set his sights on Miss Stern, and voilà.

All's well that ends well.

Oh, boy. Mr. Walker's mom.

[chuckles]

Don't they look sweet together?

We just have this teeny-weeny little problem about Mr. Walker's future.

I'm pretty sure Miss Dawson would prefer not to be married in a prison chapel.

I must say, Detective Potter looks so much better without the knobs.

And last but not least, Dad.

[gasps] Dad?

[grumbling]

[Mrs. Walker] I have waited years for this moment!

I passed two kidney stones and a case of sciatica

in the time it's taken me to see you in handcuffs.

I'd have grandchildren by now if it weren't for you.

You're under arrest for impersonating an officer

and federal charges of embezzlement and fraud.

Good riddance.

Someday, I'll get you, Petrossian.

Sir, I gotta arrest you too. You're wanted on the same charge as your pal, here.

But that's your man. He framed Mr. Walker.

The money disappeared from his Swiss account.

If you're innocent, Mr. Petrossian,

what happened to the money?

- I wish I knew. - Oh, babe.

Mrs. Petrossian, where did you get that hideo...

I-I mean, extremely unique bumblebee broach?

Miss Gold, this is hardly the time.

I'm sorry, but this really is very important.

Oh, this? Well, let's see.

I've had it since Reagan was in office.

Actually, I found it.

I had gone to the bank to meet my son for lunch.

There was a paper bag on the floor, so I picked it up.

Inside was the most magnificent piece of jewelry

I had ever seen.

I'm tellin' you, it would've cost $25 at the flea market.

- Look. Look what I found. - Oh, wow.

We figured it must belong to somebody in the bank.

But the next day, my poor son was on the run.

- I never had a chance to find the owner. - ...belongs to anybody?

[Lexy] Everyone behold a very rare Canary diamond.

It's so rare that there are less than

30 certified Canary diamonds around the world.

With its vivid color, unique shape, and flawless condition,

it's probably worth around...

...$10 million.

[people gasping]

This is wonderful.

I think that Meany... Granville...

...took the money out of the Swiss account.

He put it in there so he could take it out.

Then he bought the diamond to hide the money.

I thought you stole it, Petrossian.

I was taking it to a safety deposit box,

and then it was gone.

Now give it back to me!

Get him outta here!

Give it back to me! It's mine!

This isn't fair! This isn't fair.

Give it back to me! Mine!

You're a genius, Lexy.

In what part of the brain do you store this information?

The bauble department.

Have you seen the morning paper?

Uh, yeah.

[Miss Dawson chuckles] You made the front page.

That's your byline.

Yeah. I can't believe it.

Maybe you should be one of my career day speakers.

As a journalist.

Maybe even as a detective.

Well, my dad says they're both kind of the same.

Orlando and I want to thank you.

The police have finished their investigation,

and he's a free man now.

That's wonderful.

Gosh, Miss Dawson, I mean, I just took my dad's advice.

You'd be amazed at what hard work, imagination

and a little luck can bring you.

Maybe we should invite your dad to speak.

Yeah, that's a great idea.

I gotta go.

I'm meeting Orlando. He wants to ask me something.

Okay, I'll see you later. Bye.

Oh, my gosh!

[♪ Wedding March]

Hi.

Hi.

Hey. Hi.

Oh, thank you. Thank you. Ah, thank you, sir.

I'll have grandchildren!

Liking the Dalmatian look on Mrs. P.

Oh, yes. That is a tail-wagger.

Uh, is she going on the honeymoon too?

Bye, everyone! Bye! Thank you!

Bye! Goodbye! Thank you!

Hey, Gabe. I'm sorry that Diane aired the story before you did.

Yeah, it's okay. I got a call into Geraldo.

So, tell me, what's your whole secret?

What?

Come on. You always get the inside story.

Oh, Gabe.

Okay. There is no secret.

It's all about skill.

Oh, hey, Jack.

I heard you got your scholarship renewed. Congratulations.

- Hey, Jen! - Hey.

Thank you. I'm looking forward to going back to Millington.

Partly because of you.

Well, you didn't have to say that,

but since you already did...

You did a great job, Lexy, on the case.

You should be proud of yourself.

Well, I learned something totally important from you, Jack.

Things aren't always what they appear to be.

And that's good. It keeps life interesting.

Are you starting a new paper handbag trend?

Get a clue, Jack. I've been shopping.

Of course.

It's for you.

I found them at a vintage shop, and I sort of customized them.

Thank you. I like 'em.

Well, I-I thought maybe we could go bowling sometime.

I don't think so.

Hey, no. That'd be fun. Yeah! Oh, yeah!

All right, so what about the shoes that other people have worn?

Shoes. Eww!

I think I can survive wearing pre-worn shoes, guys.

Lexy, are you crazy?

You don't know where those shoes have been.

Does the word "fungi" mean anything to you?

Come on, Jen. My feet aren't that elite. Neither are yours.

Get with the planet.

[Lexy] New York has got to be the coolest city in the world.

It has a little bit of everything.

Be it mystery, intrigue or good friends, it's all here.

And if you can't find it, well, then you just have to...

...get a clue.

♪ I've got a little hunch that there is something going on now ♪

♪ The clothes I bought The friends I've got My teacher had a meltdown ♪

♪ Then I look at me and I start to see ♪

♪ And a voice inside tells me what I must do ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew? It's me, it's you, get a clue ♪

♪ There's nothing you can't do ♪

♪ Nothing's ever quite what it seems ♪

♪ Just look a little closer at me ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew? It's me, it's you, get a clue ♪

♪ Get a clue ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew? It's me it's you, get a clue ♪

♪ That's the way it goes now ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew? It's me, it's you Get a clue ♪