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- Thanks for seeing me again so
soon doctor.

- Just watch the pencil.

- I know you said last week,

that it was probably eye strain,

and I've been really
trying to rest them.

But, they still hurt.
- Watch the pencil.

You say you've
been resting them?

- Yeah, no, I mean,

I've been getting to sleep, but

I've been waking up
a lot lately.

- Because your eyes hurt?

- Kind of.
Bad dreams.

- Yeah.
I've been there.

- Really scary ones.

- Could you look
up there, for me?

- Could that be eye
impairment-related?

- No.
That was my thought at first,

but according to
'nightmares-dot-com',

bad dreams are almost always
caused by something called

'personal problems', you know?

Money, romance...

- Oh, don't I wish!

- Hold still.

- I'm sure it's nothing, and

I know that everyone's vision
changes over time,

but I'm a photographer,
so...

- That's the smell.
- What smell?

- Your smell.
- I have a smell?

- You're a photographer?
- Yeah?

- That's the smell.

I've known it
since I was a kid.

Look here?

Yeah, my mom printed
all her own photos.

Turned half the
kitchen into her darkroom.

I was fourteen before I realized

meatloaf wasn't supposed to
taste like silver chloride.

- I was in
the darkroom all night.

I must reek.

- Nah, it's the
mashed potatoes.

You smell just like dinner.

- So, what's my
diagnosis, Doc?

- Well, we've still
got a few more tests.

- So, you think
there's a problem, huh?

- Like my mom used to say,
let's see what develops.

- Darkroom humor.

I like that.

- You don't
really need glasses.

You're just
tryin' to look cool.

- No. Doctor's orders.
He doesn't want me straining

my baby-blues when I read.

- You've already had three
appointments with this doctor.

- Yep, and it just so happens
that I have a date with him.

- Yeah, right.
- I do.

- Oh, my god!

- Mmm hmm.

- You're going
out with a doctor!

You have a date with a doctor?

- Jeez, Cassie!

- What?
You have a date with a doctor!

Tell me more about the dream.

- Okay.

So, there was this woman,

and she had a baby,

and she was, like running.

- What'd she look like?

- Actually, she
kinda looked like me.

- Really?

- What?

- Sounds to me like
you're already planning

a family with the doctor.

- Well, if I am, I
wasn't very happy about it.

- There you go.

- I've never
really dated a patient before.

Not that it's
unethical, or anything.

- Oh, so this is
strictly ethical?

- Actually, I was just at a
conference where we discussing
this very issue,

and it came up...

Actually, here's to
not talking shop.

- What did the ophthalmologist
say to the pretty girl?

Here's lookin' at you, kid!

Ya get it?

- That's pretty lame.

- Awful.
- Mmm.

It's one of the
worst I've ever heard.

- Yeah.

Well.

I had a great time tonight.

- Me too.

- And, and I, I know we agreed

not to talk shop,

but I think I figured out what's
wrong with your eyes.

- Oh, really?
You know what it is?

- Yep.
You're too beautiful.

- No, no, seriously.
I shouldn't worry?

- Seriously?

You should
probably just rest them.

And given your age and family
history, it's probably nothing
serious.

- But, since I filled out that
my mom and dad's vision is
fine,

then my eyes should be fine.

- In fact, why don't
you close 'em right now.

- Right now?

- Mmm hmm.

He kissed you, and
he's a doctor!

- I told you on my
message that I lied to him.

- You lied to a doctor, okay.

Don't give it a
second thought.

Plenty of perfectly
adequate relationships

are built on nothing but lies.

- Well, I didn't lie about me.

I mean, I guess I sort of did,

but I didn't think it
would matter, it never has.

- Babe, how can I give you the
benefit of my bad advice,

if I have no idea what you're
talking about?

- We were talking about
families, and I lied.

About my mom and dad.

- Okay, can we get back to
the part about the kissing?

- Cassie, I'm trying to tell
you something,

something I have
never told anyone before.

- Okay?

- I'm adopted.

It's true.

- I met your mom.

- She's my mom,
but I am adopted.

- How come you never told me?

- I've never told anybody.

I'm not even supposed to know.

I saw some papers by accident,

back when I was applying for
financial aid for college.

So, my parents left these papers
on the table and

I peeked at them.

And I saw,

my birth mom gave me up.

Anyway, my name was on it.

- Was your birth
mom's name on it?

- I don't know.

- You didn't look at it?

- No, my mom was coming,
so I just covered it up.

- Wow.

- Will you help me
find my birth mom?

- I'll make some calls.

I'll find her.

Look, I understand there are
confidentiality laws,

but this is a medical emergency!

No.
Petitioning the court
would take too long.

Thanks.
- Not going smoothly, huh?

- That's why God
created billable hours.

What'd you find?
- No listing of the law firm.

Maybe I remembered
the name wrong?

- Victor Short, of
Short and Long Associates?

No way you made that one up.

Maybe the firm
isn't from around here?

- You said the adoption would be
formalized in the county of the
adoptive parents.

- Right, but the papers you
saw were for the relinquishment.

- So, you think I could've
been born somewhere else?

- Exotic, huh?

- What's exotic?

- Uh, Hawaii.

- Or, Mexico.

We can't decide what
vacation we'd like more.

- Don't overlook Guam.

Good beaches, and a
great exchange rate.

- Wow.

Guam, then.
- Thank you, Philby.

- Alright.

- Guam?

Okay.
So, where were we?

- You were about to
reveal the place of my birth.

- Right.

Sacramento.

California Bar Association.

Hi, I'm trying to track
down a fellow member of the Bar.

What year were you born?
- Seventy-eight.

- Victor Short, a partner in the
firm of Short and Long,
Associates?

Yes, I'll hold.

So, let me ask you

if you hadn't of met
Doctor Good Kisses,

when were you going to
find your birth mom?

- Eventually, when things
were a little less complicated.

- You mean never?

- Yeah, something like that.

- Yes!
I'm here.

Okay.

Yes.
Thank you.

Here ya go.

- Victor Short,
Whiptail, California.

Where is that?

- Between Sacramento and Tahoe,

six hour drive, maybe seven.

- So, I'll just
be gone a few days.

If you need me, call
me on my cell phone.

Have you seen my charger?

- This one?

- Thank you.

It's just family business.

- So you said.

Drive carefully.

And if you feel
sleepy, pull over.

- Philby, it's only six hours.

- Maybe seven.

- Philby.

- Samantha.

When you need me to know more,

you'll tell me.

- Grilled
chicken with goat cheese,

grilled chicken,
not so 'goaty'.

Eat up, guys,
it's a long ride home.

Well, hi!

Would you like to, uh,
sit inside, or outside?

- Neither.
I'm not here for lunch.

- Oh, well, then you actually
came to the right place.

Because the service here
Is lousy.

You're lucky if you
ever get your food.

- Well, that's
one way to stay thin.

- Whiptail Diet.

- It's got
bestseller written all over it.

- What can I not get you?

- Actually, I was
looking for an address.

Thirty-three Madero Road?

- This is it.
- Shoot.

I mean, this is a great place,
but I was looking for a...

-A Law Office.
For Victor Short.

- Yeah, but they
gave me this address.

- Oh, no, you got the
right address there.

- Hi.
I'm Victor Short, Junior.

Victor Short
Senior is the lawyer.

- Oh.
- But, he died eight years ago.

- Oh.
I'm sorry.

- Yeah, and you need to talk to
him because, you are adopted.

- How did you know that?

- I'll be right back.

I'm gonna get
my dad's files.

I'll be right back.

You know, I found with
the others,

the best thing to do
right about now,

is to sit.

And don't sweat it.

I was adopted too.

Hello?
Hi, thanks for
gettin' back to me.

Yeah.
Hannah Branford.

Okay, perfect.

No, nothing confidential,
just the marriage records.

Okay, great.
Thank you, so much.

Bye.

You may want to try that.

- Hannah Marie McPhillips.

- According to her
marriage records.

Ya know, Tawney Falls is,
it's right across the valley.

- Wow.

- It's just like a hot stove.

- What is?

- You know, if you touch a hot
stove, you don't do it again

because you know you'll
get burned.

- Is that a theory?

- I don't think so, I think
it's more like a metaphor,

for fear of rejection.

- I really appreciate
your help, but

I'm just looking for some
routine medical history.

- Okay.

It's just there's nothing

routine about

meeting your real
parents for the first time.

- I'm really gonna be fine.

- Listen, Sam, I, uh, I know
what you're goin' through,
okay?

And I've had all
those same feelings.

For years, I, I thought that my
mother gave me away because she
didn't want me,

ya know, 'cuz there was
something wrong with me.

Facing that rejection,
again, even as an adult?

It's like puttin'
you hand near a hot stove.

- Well, thanks, Philby.

I really appreciate it.

- Thanks for stoppin' by.

- Oh, you bet.
See you soon.

- I knew you'd find me.

Eventually.

- Are you Hannah McPhillips?

- What are you doing here?

You've got to go.
- Wait, I'm...

Get out of here,
get out of here now,

and don't come back...
- Hold it right there!

- So, Mrs. McPhillips,

you have no idea how
he got into the house?

- No, I, I don't, um,

I just, came home and saw the
body lying there.

I called nine-one-one, and went
outside to wait,

and she was standing there.

- And, why exactly are
you here, Miss, uh, Kinsey?

- I was collecting donations for
the Retinitis Pigmentosa
Research Fund.

- Uh, door-to-door kinda thing?
- Am I a suspect?

- Are you?

- How am I a suspect, Sheriff?

The guy was shot,
I don't have a gun,

I have no powder residue
on my hands.

- Well, maybe not, but there's
the, uh, matter of this note,

that my Deputy found in your
little truck out there.

It's got Hannah's name
and address right on it.

- Hey, Sheriff?

- Yeah?

- I dug this outta that wall.

- That's an odd one.

Whada you, uh,
whada you make of it?

- Smaller than a thirty-eight,
I make it, thirty-two caliber.

- You dug that outta the wall?

Aren't you afraid you'll
damage important evidence?

- It's drywall.
You can practically yank
it out with your fingers.

- Shouldn't the Crime Scene
Unit be collecting the evidence?

- Whiptail doesn't
have a Crime Scene Unit.

- Whiptail
doesn't have any crime.

- We had that stolen R.V..
- That was a good one.

- Well, maybe the lack of crime
is all the more reason to call
in the experts,

you know, the guys who
know what they're doing?

- Schuyler, gimme
the time of death.

- We've got rigor in the eyes,
and face muscles,

not in the arms and the body.

The body's cooling,
but it's still warm.

Unfixed lividity, between
three and four hours ago.

- Okay, tell me about the wound.

- It's a clean exit,

and there's no murder weapon,
so it wasn't self-inflicted.

From where I found
the slug, I'd say our vic
took it standing up,

face-to-face, probably from
about ten to twelve feet away.

- Good peeps.

- Special Forces.

My boys here, did uh,
tours in Afghanistan.

- Really?
So, what're you
guys doin' here?

- Yeah, why are ya here?

- Shreddin' the mountain!

- Awesome snowboardin',
six months of the year.

- And extreme mountain
biking the other six!

- Mom!

Mom!

-It's okay, it's alright.

- You're the daughter?

- Yes, she is.

- I'm Sheriff Powell,
we spoke on the phone.

- You said there was a
problem, is everything alright?

- Everything's alright.

- I didn't, uh, wanna worry

you on the phone, but

a man was murdered,
here in the house.

- You saw it?

- She saw the body
when she got back.
- Who are you?

- I'm Samantha Kinsey.

I was here when
the police arrived.

- Why?
- It's alright,
honey,

don't worry.
Don't worry.

- Um, can I assume
you're coming from work?

Uh, do you have a key to
your mother's house?

- No, she doesn't.

- Well, the man got in somehow.

Anyone else with a key, uh,

a housekeeper, uh,

workmen, any other children?

- No.

No, just my husband.

- Oh, Schuyler, did you get a
hold of, uh, Mr. McPhillips?

- Cell phone's not responding.

- He was driving
up to Sacramento.

- Just all of a sudden?

- He, he's in sales.

He, he drives up there
at least once a week.

- Okay.

Uh, I tell ya what we should do.
They have a bunch to finish up

before they can take the victim,

but why don't you come with me
to the station.

- Sheriff, does she
really have to do that?

- Yeah, we need to, uh, get a
full statement, just fill in a
few details.

- So, is Hannah a suspect?

- Not at this point.
- Well, then she
doesn't have to go.

- Look, I know this is
frustrating,

but the bottom line is,

is we've got the dead body of
a man nobody knows,

lying in a house
nobody let him into.

- She has rights.

- Yeah, and
we've got questions.

The man's got no
i.d., no wallet, no money.

- Let's go, then.

I've got nothing to hide.

- You can't just take her!
It isn't right!

- It's just routine questioning.
- I wanna go with her!

- No, you can meet her
over at the station.

- But she didn't do anything.

It isn't right!
She didn't do anything!

It isn't right.

- You need to call your lawyer.

- Maybe I should call my dad.

- Your mother is about to become

the primary suspect in a murder
investigation.

You need to help her.

We can call from the car.

I'll drive.

You still walk like an elephant.

- I snuck up on ya, didn't I?

- Only because I let you!

You're the world's
least covert covert agent.

- It's good tea.

I stopped drinking, ya know.

Eleven years, sober.

- Ya look good.

- Now ya
wanna know why, I'm here.

Remember George Robetta?

- There's no such person.

- He had visions.

- Nightmares.

- Perfectly accurate nightmares.

He dreamed exactly what people
were doing,

and where they were doing it.

Every intelligence agency in the
world wanted him,

but we got him.

You and me.

He saved a lotta
people's lives.

He mighta saved more, if you
would've handled it right.

But now you're here.

Instead of the career
that you wanted,

instead of the career
that you loved,

you're out here, in
the middle of nowhere.

And by the way,
so's George Robetta.

George is alive.

Again.

And the police have him.

- Aw, still no response
from my dad's cell.

He must be driving
through a dead zone.

- Call your lawyer directly.

- I don't have a lawyer.

- You know what?
I gotta source for
all things legal.

Cassie.

- Samantha.

How's the Great White North?

- Uh, not so
White, not so Great.

- You having trouble
finding your birth mom?

- Actually, I did but,
forget about that for right now.

I've got a friend who
really needs your legal help.

- Listen to you, gone
ten minutes and you're already
in trouble.

- No.

Just listen to me, okay?

It's very important.

She's like a sister to me.

- What are you
talking about, sister?

Oh, my gosh!

You have a sister?
Your mother has a...

Is she there with you right now?

- Yeah.

- What does she look like?
Does she know?

- Not yet.

- Why not?
I bet she would love to,

- Well, her primary concern
right now is

that her mother's just
been hauled in by the cops.

- For what?
- Okay, there was this murder...

- Your mom's a murderer?

- No, Cassie, jeez, of course
not, she's just a suspect.

- Okay.

Don't let her talk
to anyone without an attorney.

- Well, that's why
I'm calling you.

- Okay, you're up
in Owasko County.

Yikes.
- What?

- The prosecutor up
there is a real shark.

- You know him?

- Yeah.
I took a Bar Association

How to Convict Without Evidence?

I'll make a couple calls.

What's the prisoner's name?

- Hannah.

Hannah McPhillips.

- Aww.

Your mom's name is
Hannah McPhillips.

That's pretty.

- Yeah.

- Go.

Go and help your family.

- Okay.

- Can she help?
- Yeah.

- Good friend.

- This is crazy.

Somebody must be able to
tell me what's going on.

Where's Sheriff Powell?

- Sorry, ma'am,
he's still busy.

- How long have we been here?

- Almost five hours.
- This is crazy.

- She didn't even do anything.

What could they be
asking her for so long?

- It's time to find out.

- Samantha!

- It's so maddening!

Nobody will tell me anything.

- Yeah, the real world is
maddening, without an inside
source.

- They did i.d.
the victim, off
his fingerprints.

Some guy named Van Jefferson.

Van? Is that even a real name?

- If they id'd him
that quickly,

then he must be in
law enforcement,

or the military.

- Or, he's a crook.

Which is what I thought, but
nobody will tell me anything.

- Okay, he's partners in a
Jefferson and Delsohn.

They do some kind
of insurance stuff.

See?
Isn't it nice to have
someone on the inside?

- How did you find
that out so fast?

- I Googled him.

I gotta go.
Okay?

- Got it.

- They can't really
suspect my mom?

- I hope not.

- She's not
that type of person.

Ya know, when I was thirteen,

I had my very first
Eddie Amador.

He dumped me in front to
the entire seventh grade.

I was humiliated.

I thought my
entire life was over.

I went home and I cried.

And you know what my mom said?

She held me all night.

She said, 'You're so
beautiful, Francie'.

Over and over.

- Dad!

Oh, oh god!

Where've you been?

- I went to the house,
and the neighbors said that the

police had been there.
What's going on?

Where's your mother?

- Sheriff's
still questioning her.

We got her an attorney.

- And who are you?

- Um, Samantha Kinsey.

She was there when Mom found
the...

I was at the house when
Mrs. McPhillips found the body.

- You were there?

What happened?
- I really don't know.

- You know what?
She might be out now, so

we should go check on her.

- Mom!

Oh!

- Are you okay?

What did they do to you?

- I'm fine, honey.
Everything's okay, now.

- Did they, uh, say who
they want to talk to next?

- I don't know.
- Can we go home now?

- They said they were finished
with me for now, but I...

Let's get out of here.

- Hang on a second, uh.

I just got some new information
on that victim, Van Jefferson.

- What is it?

- Well, it's old
information, actually.

He was arrested and served time
twenty-eight years ago for grand
theft auto and resisting arrest.

His partner, who left a deputy
with three broken ribs, also
went to jail.

Her name was Hannah Branford.

- That was almost
thirty years ago.

I, I didn't recognize him.

- I'm afraid I'm
gonna have to keep you here.

- Sheriff, come on.

- She knew the victim, she knew
his name, and she lied about it.

- She didn't lie!

It's a, it's a,
misunderstanding.

Look, my mom
didn't commit any crime.

- Well, maybe not, but until we
clear it up,

I'm gonna have to
keep ya in custody.

- Are you arresting her?

On what charge?

- Suspicion of murder.

Look, the District Attorney's
gonna have to sort this all out.

Until he does, none
of you leave town.

Come on.

- What're you doing here?

- Hey, I just
wanted to talk to you.

I brought coffee.

- Well, thanks.
I've already had mine.

- Ya know, I'm trying
to figure this thing out.

So this guy was killed.

- Okay, Samantha.
Look.

I appreciate what you're doing
here, um, but with all due
respect?

This is really none of
your business, so I think
you better go.

- The only reason I'm trying
to help you save your mother is
so I can get out of here.

You heard what the Sheriff said.

- I can take care of
my mother by myself.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- How?

- Well, I don't know yet.

- She may not need our help.

They may never charge her.

- Well, Sheriff
Powell says they will.

- Based on what?
She comes home,

she finds this dead guy in her
house,

a guy she hasn't seen in
over thirty years.

Just because they
went to prison together?

- That proves nothing!
- Exactly.

So, there's no real evidence
against your mother whatsoever.

- Right, because my
mother is innocent.

- But if she didn't
kill him, somebody else did.

- What're you
really doin' here?

What do you want?

- Tell me what you
know about Van Jefferson.

Somebody killed
him for a reason.

So if we can show the Sheriff
that somebody had motive, means,
opportunity,

then we can get
Hannah off the hook.

- My mother's innocent.

- Well, help me
prove it, Francie.

Give me something to work with.

I understand what
you're going through.

- No, you don't.

Is your mother in jail?

- Who else knows that
George is still alive?

- Dale Browning.

That's an alias.

I got it flagged, along with
a few of yours and mine.

Anybody ever goes checking, the
criminal databases,

an auto-alert text
message pops up

on my cell.
How's that?

- How long have we
got before they i.d.

Dale Browning as George Robetta?

- Depends.

On your local
police chief, uh...

- Chief Connors.

- Yeah. So far, he's only sent

inquiries to the
D. C. S. database.

- It's just routine.

- I know that.

But when he gets no hits from
the Bureau of Criminal
Statistics,

he'll go on to another
database, and then another,
unless you think that he'll

just give up, and make Dale
Browning pay a fine and move on.

- He just ran a red light!

- He was drinking.

Ya know, I wonder if booze is
what made ole George stop
seein' things.

- Chief Connors is
like a dog with a bone.

Just keeps chewin' away.

- Well, then we
better move fast.

- Ya didn't wanna
help me last time!

- No, I didn't.

- You said I was
makin' a big mistake.

- You were.

And that's come around
to bite ya in the rear end.

And that's come around
to bite ya in the rear end.

And that's come around
to bite ya in the rear end.

And that's come around
to bite ya in the rear end.

And that's come around
to bite ya in the rear end.

And that's come around
to bite ya in the rear end.

And that's come around
to bite ya in the rear end.

And that's come around
to bite ya in the rear end.

- Hey!
What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

This is a crime scene.

- It's also my home.

They tossed my wife in jail,

put tape around my house, but

where am I supposed to go?

What am I supposed to do?

You better leave.

- Not until the
Sheriff gets here.

I called him before I came in.

I'm sure he's gonna be very
interested to see your antique
gun collection.

- None of those
guns killed anybody.

- One is missing.

- If you think that

I'd be willing to destroy
evidence

to protect my family,

you're right.

As a matter of fact,

I'd be willing to get rid
of anything or anybody,

that's out to hurt
the people I love.

- Is that a threat?

- I don't like threats.

Any more than I like lies, about
make-believe phone calls to
Sheriffs.

Van Jefferson was a lying,
cheating scum, better off dead.

But Hannah didn't kill him.

You better get outta here, now.

- I cannot
believe I got your machine.

Listen, Cassie, I
need more information.

Maybe something on the dead
guy's partner, Carl Delson, if
you can find it?

And then there's the longshot,
the husband, Mark McPhillips?

He's got a pretty shaky alibi
for the time of the murder.

He says his cell phone went out.

What the
heck am I doing?

I did not come here to
play detective,

and now I'm
running around,

pretending to be
someone I'm not,

instead of talking to the
one woman who can help me know

who I really am.

I don't know.

It's probably because

I'm scared if I do talk to
Hannah,

I'll find out
that she really

did ki...

Anyway.

I called so I wouldn't do
anything stupid,

but since you're not there,
here goes.

These plaintiff's have the
same name, but different cases.

- Oh!
- Francie!

- What are you doing here?

- Sssh!
What are you doing here?

- I'm protecting my mother!

Trying to destroy evidence that,
you know,

Van Jefferson was
trying to contact her.

- That's not even Van
Jefferson's office!

- Oh.

It's just,
really dark in here.

Wh-what, hey, what is all that?

- Evidence, hopefully.
I left it a mess in there.

- Is that about my mom?
- No, but if it is what

I think it is, it might help
prove that she's innocent.

- Great, let's use it.

- Come on!

- Delsohn.

Yeah, we had a break-in.

Nah, I didn't recognize 'em.

Yeah.
I will.

- They
were shooting at us!

Why were they shooting at us?

They were
trying to kill us.

- Are you okay?

- No!
I am not okay!

Someone was trying to kill
me, and I don't know why!

- Okay, listen to me.

It's been my experience that

when you're being shot at,

one,

that you should get out of the
way,

and two, that you're
getting closer to the truth.

- Where are we going?

- Your mother isn't being
straight with either one of us.

We're going to go see her
and find out what's
really going on.

- What is the name of all
that's holy were you even
thinking?

You know, we could resolve this
whole issue if you'd just
agree to pay for the damages,

and we could replace
Mrs. DeLorenzo's window.

Ah.

And you, Mr. Dale Browning.

Not answerin' to
that name today, Dale?

It's the one on your license.

'Course, that's a fake.

Seems like
everything about you is fake.

According to any and all public
records, nobody's ever heard a
you.

But, I'm
makin' some inquiries.

Into some not-so-public
records that I have access to.

Somethin' will show up, Dale.

Couple a real
beauties we got here.

- I figured, for a
psychic,

you would've seen that speed
trap that they busted you with.

Hello, Mr. Robetta.

You're lookin'
good for a dead man.

- I wanna know what went on
between you and Van Jefferson.

- She told you, she
didn't recognize him.

- She lied.

And then I lied, to the police.

They asked me if I had
seen her go into the house.
I didn't.

But what I didn't tell them
was that I was outside the house
for about an hour,

while your mother was inside
with a dead man

she claims never
to have seen before.

Hannah, are you going to tell me
what's going on,

or should I invite
Sheriff Powell in to go
over the details?

- He called me.

- You mean Jefferson?

- Mom, you don't have
to say anything else.

- It's okay, honey,
she may as well know.

It's okay.

He had been
calling me for a while.

- So, you lied to the police.

- I knew who he was the
minute I saw him lying there.

Van Jefferson was my first love.

But I'm no fool.
If he's calling, it's
not to re-capture lost love.

It's because he
wanted something.

- Money?

Was he blackmailing you?

- Yeah, I work in insurance.

I'm bonded.

If my company found out I had a
prior felony...

- They would fire you.

So that's why you
lied to the cops.

Tell them the truth, you
tell them you have a motive.

- Van and me, that was
a million years ago.

Long before either
of you were born.

I made a mistake, I paid for it.

I got my life together.

But Van didn't.

Every time I heard anything
about him, it was something bad.

He hurt a lot of people.

More than a few would've
liked to have hurt him back.

- Including you?

- [starting to
cry] I'm really tired.

- Mom, why don't
you go get some rest?

- I
love you, sweetie.

- I love you, too.

- It's okay.

- Let's go ma'am.

- Miss Kinsey.

Lookin' for somethin'?

- Just what you should be
looking for,

Van Jefferson's real killer.

- Is that why you
visited Mrs. McPhillips?

You know, I try to keep an
eye on everything that
goes on in my jail.

- My mother
didn't kill anyone.

- That's why I checked up
on why you're really here.

I spoke to a Chief Connors?

He's a very nice man,
very uh, professional.

- Well, you must've
gotten your lines crossed.

- He had some, uh,
interesting advice for me.

Recommends that if I want to
save myself, I believe he called
it,

a massive migraine, that I just
arrest ya now, and toss you in
jail,

and lose the paperwork.

Of course, that's not exactly
how we do things in Whiptail,
but...

- Sheriff, you locked up the
wrong person.

- I appreciate that you're
both tryin' to help Hannah,
here...

- What about Carl Delsohn?

- The partner?

You know somethin' I don't?

- I know his insurance claims
seem a bit fishy,

and that he and Van
Jefferson were probably up
to something illegal.

- And, that he has a gun.

- You saw Carl
Delsohn with a gun?

When was that?
- I saw it in his...
Francie!

- You wanna
finish that sentence?

- No, she doesn't.

- It's just funny, 'cuz we
just got a call earlier, about,
uh,

a break-in down at
Delsohn's offices.

Know anything about that?

- Sheriff,

have you ever given
any thought

to the idea that
Carl Delsohn

might have had both
means and motive

to kill his partner
Van Jefferson.

Maybe, if you look into
it, check his office?

- Uh, I have looked
into Mr. Delsohn.
- Really?

- I interviewed
Carl Delsohn myself.

He's got an alibi for the
time Van Jefferson was murdered.

An incidentally, also a
permit for a handgun.

- A thirty-two caliber handgun?

- Miss Kinsey, I know
you mean well,

but unless the two of you
wanna end up in jail

beside Hannah,

you really
gotta chill out.

- The answer's
in that building.

- Well, that's one answer.

- Meaning?

- There was no forced entry.

Somebody let Van Jefferson into
your mom's house.

There's a possible murder
weapon missing

from your father's secret stash

that the police don't even know
about.

- My father
had nothing to do with this.

- Francie, I was
there, remember?

I was outside the entire
time your mom was inside.

- Yeah, she was in shock!

- Or, not.

It was a long time.

Long enough to hide
things, destroy things.

Destroy evidence that could
connect her or your dad to the
crime.

- You're talking
about my mother.

I don't believe this.

I thought you were
trying to help us.

- Francie!
We have to
consider all the facts!

- The only facts you need to
consider is that my mother
didn't kill anyone!

You wouldn't be
saying this if you knew her.

You don't even know her.

- What if Hannah
did kill Jefferson?

It's the explanation
that makes the most sense.

Either she killed him, or
she's covering it up for her
husband.

- You don't know that.

- All I know is, the more I
find out, the worse it gets.

- Look, Sam, it's
easy to get sucked in!

It's a lot like, quicksand.

- You got a lot of metaphors.

- I'm just sayin' that,

you know, meeting your birth mom
is hard enough,

to meet her in jail?
Hmm.

- I found her
standing over a dead body!

- I got your message.

- How'd you find me?

- It was easy.

- You just followed the only
road to Whiptail

and you saw my car!

- No, I stopped at
the first diner.

I figured wherever you were,
you'd be eating, and I was
right.

- Thank you for coming.

Oh, Cassie, this
is my friend, Vic.

Vic, this is Cassie.

- Hi.

- It's a long drive up here,
you, you must be starvin'.

Why don't I go
whip ya up somethin'?

- Oh, no, I'm okay.

- Just say yes.

- Okay, fine.

Thank you.

- I, I'll get ya a
couple a drinks, too.

- He's cute.

- And he can cook, too.

- I heard that!

- How are you?

- I'm okay.

- I have a friend in L.A.
working fraud.

- Your friend the cop.

- The Detective.

He tells me that Jefferson

has more than just a
criminal record.

They're watching him as a
him and his
partner Delsohn.

- He's suspected of what?

- Fraud, insurance scams,

staged accidents, you know,

swoop-and-squat stuff.

Okay.

This is you, your S.U.V..

The bad guys have two cars.

The first car, sourdough,
that's the one closest to you.

The other one.
- Right.

- That's the 'swoop' car.

'Swoop' car waits,

for the 'squat' car,
to slow down,

forcing the sourdough to
slam on his brakes,

forcing you to slam
into his buns.

- That's what
Jefferson was up to.

But that can't
be very lucrative.

How many
accidents can a guy have?

- Jefferson and Delsohn
weren't in the accidents.

Police suspect they were acting
as brokers, selling out parts of
the insurance claims to the

doctors,
lawyers, physical therapists,
car repair shops.

- That's how they
made their money.

Insurance settlements.

- Staged accidents

is a twenty billion
dollar business,

which you and I pay for,

with higher insurance rates.

- So, what does any of this have
to do with Hannah McPhillips?

- McPhillips, McPhillips.

Why do I know that name.

- Uh, Hannah McPhillilps, hello?

My birth mother?

- No, not Hannah.

Mark McPhillips.

- Her husband?

- I have his cell phone records.

- You got his
cell phone records?

Man, that cop must
really like you.

- Detective.

And, I'm working him.

Anyway, according to these
records,

Mark McPhillips was using his
cell phone

when he said it was broken.

- Uh, who was he calling?

- His house.
- To Hannah?

- Why didn't he
go home sooner?

- Well, maybe he did.

What if, when Hannah got home,

she found the dead guy,

but the killer was
still in the house.

- Mark.
- Yeah.

He's got plenty of guns,
plenty of motive,

especially if he found out that
Jefferson was

trying to blackmail his wife.

- Which is why he kept on
calling her,

so they could get their
stories straight.

- While he was racing off down
the road, setting up his alibi.

- Good theory.
How're you gonna prove it?

- Come with me.

- I can't.
I gotta be

at the court in the morning.

- Wait a second.
Are you telling me that you
drove all the way here,

knowing you'd have to turn
around and drive right back?

- Yeah.

- Wow! Cassie, I would
never do that for you.

- Yeah, you would.

- No, really.
Never.

- Yeah, you would.

- I would not.

- Yeah, you would.

- Guess who
Dale Browning.

Turns out he's a real person.

At least he was, for a day.

Died at birth.

February twentieth,
nineteen forty-seven.

I'm guessin' that's pretty
close to your birthday, isn't
it?

That's how it's done,
isn't it, when you want to
create a false identity?

Start with a real person, get a
real birth certificate, but
leave off the death certificate.

And that'll get ya a
Social Security number.

But you don't
have either of those.

Why is that?

No bank account,
no credit cards?

How do you exist, mister?

Where'd you get that money to
buy that new car

you were drivin' around my town,
drunk in?

Oh well, I don't have much
time for chit-chat, either.

Not with all those answers
flyin' back into my inbox.

But you'll pay.

As soon as I find out
what's really goin' on.

Soon as I find out
who you really are.

- Hey!

Mister Chief Connors!

- Whada you want?

- Lear Desmond, Attorney at Law.

I'm Philby's lawyer.

I'll be handling his case.

- Oh...

- He's got a gun!

- Get in!

- Who were those guys?

- Delsohn.

- The dead guy's partner?

What about the other one?

- Some thug?

- Dad, you know what?
This looks really bad.

I think we should
get you to see doctor.

- I tried to take him to
the E.R.

but he insisted on
coming here.

- It's nothin'!

- Well, at least
let me clean it!

- No.
Look, never mind this.

- What, you want
it to get infected?

Is that what you want?

- The only thing that matters

is getting your mother
out of jail!

- And how is waving a gun
at Delsohn

gonna help get Hannah
outta jail?

- Man's a crook,
just like Jefferson.

- You know about Jefferson?

- Delsohn knows about Jefferson.

All I wanted for him to do, is
tell the cops what he knows.

- I'm not sure it counts if
he tells them while at gunpoint!

- He knows who
Jefferson ripped off!

- People like Hannah?

- My mother was not involved.

She told you that.

- Hannah told me that
Jefferson had been calling her.

Was he conning her,
blackmailing her?

Having an affair with her?

Mark, listen.

The longer you stay quiet,

the closer you
become to being

Sheriff Powell's
primary suspect.

- A hundred people had good
reasons to kill Jefferson.

Delsohn's just
the most obvious!

- At your house?

Excuse me.

Hello?
- Samantha?

[background
restaurant chatter] - Ben!

Hi.

Uh, listen, could
I call you back?

I'm kinda in the
middle of something.

- So am I.
Our date.

- The conversation's
been , lively.

'Course, it would be a little
less one-sided if you were here.

- Wow.
There are no words
for me to apologize enough.

- Just come on over.

Runnin' low on
peanuts,

but I'm pretty sure we could
find you something else.

- I wish I could.

- But you got a

book-related emergency?
Heard of those.

- I'm, with my
family, sort of.

- You doin' okay?

You sound tired.

- No, I'm fine.
- Liar.

- I'm fine.

- So, uh, how
'bout Saturday night?

Same time, same place?

- Yes!
Dinner's on me.

- Okay.
Just, just get some rest.

Okay?
- Okay.
Bye.

You should go to the hospital.

- Where are you going?

- To get some rest.

Feel better.

Good morning, Cassie.

Does this look
like a hunk to you?

Who is it?

I've only ever
seen him face-down.

The guy was a
total chick magnet.

Some old, some young, all rich.

The police think he swindled all
of them,

none of them
would press charges!

They all just
wanted him back.

- So are you saying I inherited
the 'always picks bad men
gene' from my birth mother?

- Nature
versus nurture question?

I pass.

Point is,

without the victim's testimony,

none of this could be
proven in court.

- Just like his
'swoop-and-squat' scam.

- Exactly like the
'swoop-and-squat' scam.

Which leads me to my bigger
point, Jefferson's connection.

- Connection to what?

- Swoop and squatters,
don't just hit anybody.
- Right, they get hit.

- They do.

But only by
specifically targeted hitters.

- Oh, man, this is way too
complicated to deal with before
I've had my morning coffee.

- The scammers only hit drivers
that they know are worth it,

drivers that they know they can
make a lot of money from.

Like, fleet trucks, but
those are too dangerous.

Too many people have died,
cars have been just run over,
crushed.

- Bread crumbs.
I get the picture.

So how did Jefferson
choose his targets?

- Well, my very sweet detective
friend has included in this
otherwise very romantic email,

that he suspects Jefferson
had an inside connection.

- Inside where?

- That's the bad part.

At least six of the biggest
settlements he and
Delsohn collected in,

in the last two years, have been
with the same insurance company.

- Don't say it.

- The same one that
employs Hannah McPhillips.

- So Hannah was feeding
Jefferson inside information.

- She had access to all kinds of
classified client info, total
coverage,

annual salaries, net worth.

- Hang on, hang on, are you
absolutely sure about this?

- Well, there's no money
trail, tying Hannah
to any kind of kick-back from

Jefferson's insurance
settlements, but...

- Maybe she was
involved with Jefferson.

- Or, it
could've been blackmail.

Sam?

You still there?

- Yeah.

I'm still here.

- They said my
daughter was here?

- I lied.

I wanna know
what's really going on.

- What do you mean?

- What're you not telling me?

- Nothing!
- You're lying.

- We all have our
secrets, don't we?

- Sit down.

You were giving Van Jefferson
information about your clients
from the insurance company.

- He said he'd show them my
felony record, I would've been
fired.

I told you that!

- You didn't tell me that he
had made that threat years ago.

You didn't tell me this had
been going on longer than a few
weeks!

- It was just a couple of
years at the insurance company.

- And before that?

- Before that,

every time he
ran out of money.

He'd be gone for months
at a time, sometimes years.

But he always,

but he always showed up again.

- You still loved him.

- Yes.

And hated him.

But I didn't kill him.

- How's the food?

- It's great.

I'm thinkin' about
stayin' here a few more weeks.

- I hope it won't take that
long to get all you'll need.

- Mister Desmond.

Who let you back in?

Open three.

- Good morning to
you, Chief Connors.

- A lot more Dale Browning's
out there than you'd expect.

I've got one that's a truck
driver, one's a dancer in
Vegas.

Be pretty confusing for me if I
had to pay attention to all of
them.

Good thing for me there's
only one George Robetta.

Did I forget to mention I
know your real name now, George?

Got an old buddy of mine
from my Marine Corps days.

You know, Semper Fi?

Always faithful?

He's at the D.O.D..

The Department of Defense?

Well, looks like he
really came through for me.

Dug up quite a
file on you, George.

Pretty thick one,
to hear him tell it.

He's sending it
over by courier.

It'll be here by
tomorrow morning.

I can't wait to read it.

Now, it's a good morning.

- Looks like our
timetable just got moved up.

- I know that I wanna
believe Hannah couldn't do it.

And I wanna believe
Mark didn't do it.

- Please tell me you're
not gonna go back after Delsohn?

- Cassie, he's hiding a
whole criminal enterprise!

Francie said she saw a gun.

- The gun he may have been
using to shoot at you, remember?

Stay away from this guy!

- I won't go
anywhere near him.

I'm just gonna go inside,

take a look around,

while everyone's out to lunch.

- We have a problem.

Alright.

- Sheriff Powell.
It's Samantha Kinsey.

Listen to me.

Jefferson was killed by Delsohn.

I know, because I found the
murder weapon in his office,

along with his
wallet and his i.d..

I'm bringing it in
to you right now, okay?

Bye.

- I was driving, and all of
a sudden, Delsohn was right
behind me.

He cut me off,

and then Bodhi Wacks was right
behind me,

and I had absolutely
nowhere to go.

There was this turn,
I made the turn,

and Delsohn kept going,

and then Bodhi just hit him,
and he went over the side.

- Great.
Now, easy.

You took a pretty
bumpy ride yourself.

- But the wallet,
and the murder weapon?

- Yeah, we found 'em.

It's not exactly proof that
Delsohn killed Jefferson,

and with Delsohn dead,
there isn't gonna be a trial.

Besides, it all adds up.

I mean, Delsohn
killed Jefferson.

Probably for stealin' somethin'

what they were both stealin'.

Tries to frame Hannah for it.

Anyways, that's
what'll be in my report.

- What about him?

- Well, he's denying
everything, of course.

But, uh, given that he just
tried to kill you,

I'm gonna book him on
attempted murder.

- So, that means
Hannah's innocent?

We have to let her outta jail!

- No, I have to
let her outta jail.

You have to go to the
hospital...

No, no, I'm fine,
I'm fine.

Seriously, I have
to be there, okay?

I really need to see Hannah.
Please?

- Look, the paperwork to get her
out's

gonna take at least an hour.

You go to the hospital,

and I'll just type real slow.

- Really?

- It's the only way
I know how to type.

- Thank you.

- Oh, mom!

- Oh, mom!

I'm just so
glad you're back!
- Yes.

- Everyone's
convinced Delsohn did it.

- Okay, so, then
the case is solved.

- I'd like to believe
that, but I just don't.

- What're you thinking?

- I'm thinking, that

I've considered everyone a
suspect except Francie.

There's something
going on with her.

I just can't figure it out, yet.

- Sam, the police
have done their job.

Just come home.

- Yeah,
you're probably right.

- So, why are
you still there?

- I still have questions.

- About your medical history?

- My eyes?

No, I've got Ben
looking into them.

- Lucky you!

- No, other questions, like

why did Delsohn kill Jefferson?

And why frame Hannah for it?

Especially if she was
feeding Jefferson information

that was helping Delsohn.

- These are all valid
questions, but

not the one you're really
staying there for.

- It just doesn't make sense.

- Ask her.

- What?
Who?

- The 'who' is
Hannah, your mother.

The 'what' is why.

- What why?

- Why did she give you away.

You just saved her life.

She owes you at
least an explanation.

- Yep. Yep.
She'll call.

Got it.

- Hey!

Fresh donuts!

- Hey, hey!

- Good morning,
Sergeant Kellner.

How's the shoulder today?

- Ah, it's a lot better.

That heat, that
really loosened it up.

- That's good,
you stick with it.

A little extra blood flow in
there'll

save you some nasty
surgery, believe me.

Good morning, Patti, Cy.

Cy!

How's your
daughter's recital?

- Great, thanks.

- Hey, are you ever gonna get
that crazy client of yours outta
my jail?

- Well, maybe if ya didn't
make your jails so comfortable.

- Uh, but Philby is
tougher than most.

Really is, he's claiming this
is a act of conscience,

in protest, of a merchant

selling goods made by
child labor. That's tough.

- In an antique store?

Those kids'd be
pretty old by now.

- Well, my client has a
very strict conscience,
believe me.

Thankfully, the owner has a
less political point of view.

Bottom line, she just
wants him to pay the damage.

- He'd be better off paying
for that than what you're
billing him per hour!

- Politics is
never cheap, Sergeant.

See ya later.

- Alright.
Take care.

- Samantha.

Honey.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I made you something.

Come inside.

- These brownies are amazing.

When did you even have time?

- You know, it's all I thought
about when I was in jail.

- That's probably
what Martha Stewart said.

- Well, it's the least I could
do for the woman who saved me.

- I didn't save you.

You were innocent.

- You know, Samantha, I
can never thank you enough.

You want some sugar?
- Sure.

Does it make any sense to you?

- What's that?

- Well, Van Jefferson
was shot in your house.

How did they get in?

- Well, I guess bad
people can do bad things.

- And why was he
shot with your gun?

- Ah, it's all just too much.

- You know the
truth, don't you?

- I know a lotta things.

I know who you are.

I think I knew it the moment

I saw you standing
outside my door,

all grown up.

You have his eyes.

- Who's?

- Van Jefferson.

- Van Jefferson is my father?

- And he was a man I
loved with all my heart.

- Did he know?

- I didn't tell him.

He was just a kid.

We both were two clueless
kids heading off for jail.

I may not have
known much back then,

not even right from
wrong I guess,

but I knew I had to get Van
Jefferson out of my life.

And I knew I had to
give my baby a chance.

- I was born...

- While I was in prison.

I'm so sorry, honey.

Giving you up was the
hardest thing I ever did.

- Until now, when you were
about to go back to
prison for Francie.

She killed him, didn't she?

- You don't have
any kids, do you?

You'll be amazed what
you're willing to do for them.

Where are you going?

- To the Sheriff.

- Samantha, no,
you can't do this!

Francie made a mistake,
she made a terrible mistake!

- She killed my father!

- She made a terrible mistake!

You can't do this!

You can't, you won't,
you won't do it, Samantha.

Francie's not a criminal.

She's your sister!

- Thanks.

Hello.
- Samantha

- Philby!

Where are you?
I've been calling you for days!

- I've been
otherwise detained.

- Are you okay?
Is everything alright?

- Everything's fine.

The shop is fine.

Let's talk about you.

- Oh, where to start.

Well, there's a good
chance that my
sister killed somebody.

- Killed who?

- My father, but that's
beside the point.

- It is?

- It's complicated.

I'm adopted.

- I know.

- You know?

- I didn't know you knew.

- I do.

So, you know all about
me, my parents, my uncle?

- We were talking about you.

- I don't know what to do.

If I turn her in,

my sister could go to
prison for life,

and if I don't, I
don't know what.

- Hmmm.

- Philby, I don't mean for you

to be making my
life decisions for me,

but I, I have
no idea what to do.

- This may not be
easy for you,

but sometimes people do bad
things, for good reasons.

- Uh huh?

- I gotta go.

- Are you ready?

- She's your sister,
and she killed someone,

and it was your father!

This is like, epic!

This is Shakespeare stuff!

- Cassie, focus, okay?

This girl is my sister.

Even though, she
doesn't know she is.

Should I just turn
her in like a criminal?

What am I supposed to do?

- She killed someone, right?
- Yes.

- Then you turn her in!

- It's not that simple.

- Samantha, where the law ends,
tyranny begins.

- That's not Shakespeare.
- It's close enough.
Look.

The law, is the law.

It's what I know,
it's what I believe in.

Uh oh.

Uh, I gotta go, I gotta go.
- It's a drill.

- Cassie?

- Chief! What are you doing?
- Reading.

- There's an alarm going
off, and you're just reading?

- Uh huh.
- What if it's a big fire,
or an attack, or an escape?

- Pretty good story.

- Are you okay?

- About a man who saved a
lotta people's lives.

A real-life, hero.

A guy with a special gift, the
kinda gift people would kill
for.

- So, you're not
gonna do anything?

- Semper Fi, Miss Hilllman.

to what?

- Ask Philby.

- Philby?

- Mmm hmm.

- Oh!

- George Robetta.

Psychic espionage.

Woo hooo.

- C'mon, c'mon, let's go,
let's go, it's not a drill!

Move!

- Hi, Mr. Desmond!

- Good bye, Mr. Desmond.
Thank you for the donuts.

C'mon, c'mon, it's not
lunch time, Let's go!

- Mr. Desmond.
Didn't you just.

I just saw you leave!

- Before I beat him?

Not a chance!

Check!

- I know you killed Jefferson.

I can go to the
Sheriff right now...

- Or?

- Or you can tell
me what happened.

- Come in.

He was blackmailing my mom.

- I know that.

- Well, I didn't.

Till I saw them together.

- You thought they
were having an affair?

- I confronted her about it.

I think I said something like,
'How could you betray Dad like
that'.

She was so mortified.

She told me everything.

I never meant to kill him.

I asked him to meet me.

I left him a message
saying I was my mom.

I thought I could buy him off.

- He laughed at me.

He said he made more money than
that off just one of the tips my
mom was giving him.

- So, you got so
angry you killed him?

- No!

No, I mean, I, I got plenty mad,
but I,

I thought he was gonna leave.

And he didn't.
He got,

he got really, really scary.

He told me he knew all about me.

He said he knew where I
worked, he knew all the people
that I worked with,

he said he knew I had access to
all their account numbers,
credit cards,

their savings, their checking.

I had all the right numbers.

He wanted 'em.

- So he was
blackmailing you, too?

- Yeah.

I mean, he knew he couldn't do
anything to me, but...

- He threatened Hannah.

- Yeah.

I told him I'd get his
numbers, I'd get whatever he
wanted.

Okay!
I'll get you what you want!

Okay!

But I got my
dad's gun instead.

I just panicked.

I didn't know what else to do.

I just felt so hopeless.

I felt so angry!

You gonna turn me in?

- No.

You're gonna turn yourself in.

Francie, you have to.

- Why?

Look, two very bad
men are dead, here.

Okay, my mom's off the
hook, the whole thing's over!

- I thought it would be,

and I really, really wanted to
believe that,

but you can't fix one
bad thing by doing another.

- No, no!
Who says so?

- Your mom.

- Okay.

I can't do this.

I'm not a bad person!

I don't wanna go to jail!

- Tell the truth.

- - Francie.

Listen to me, listen to me.

Just tell 'em the truth.

You asked Jefferson over, to get
him to stop blackmailing Hannah,

he got angry,
he threatened you,

you got scared.

I know, if I were alone and
I felt threatened,

I would want to defend myself.

So just tell 'em the truth.

Okay?

It was self-defense.

You can do this.

- Okay.

Go.

- We didn't have to
kill him this time.

That's an improvement.

- Three or four days in jail.

Let's see if you
call that an improvement.

- I paid for the broken
window outta my own pocket.

- Well, at least
George Robetta's safe.

- Because he's still dead.

- As far as the rest of
the world's concerned.

- Ya did good, partner.

Now, and back then,
when you faked his death.

You should come back in.

- I'm retired, Desmond.

I'm outta the game.

- Then get back in.

You'd be surprised at
the gigs I'm gettin'.

It's just they figured out no
one suspects an old has-been.

- Hmm.

Well, since ya put it that way.

- Hey, Philby!

- Uh, listen, uh, sometimes we
get a first edition of Chester
Himes in,

and I'll keep you in mind.

- Thanks.
I'll be seein' you.

Soon.

- Philby, wasn't that the guy
I saw snooping around before I
left?

- What guy?

- Now, normally I would stick
around,

accumulate all
the relevant clues,

and examine all the evidence
to prove you were lying to me.

- But?

- But, I have a date with Ben.

And, I can't keep him waiting.

Again.

- Ben!

Big Ben!

Tick tock!

Tick tock!

- I just felt so bad, lying to
you about my family history.

- So, this whole time you've
been off

looking for your family?

- My birth parents.

- And you found them?

That's, that's incredible!

That's, that's a great story.

- Uh, you don't
know the half of it!

- Well, tell me!

- Well, let's just say they
have their problems, but not
with their eyes.

-
Oh, that reminds me.

I got another one.

What did the pretty lady
say to the ophthalmologist?

- Two dates, and I'm
already sick of the eye jokes?

- Yeah, that.

But, she's supposed to say, I
think we'll be seeing a lot of
each other.

Hmm?

- That's pretty lame.
- Mmm.

- It's sweet, but lame.

- Sweet's good.

- Yeah, we can work with sweet.