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Previously on "Imposters"...

Hi, Maddie.

Some things still come for you.

- Julia Langmore?
- Jesus Christ.

You a big famous artist, yet?

You should be ashamed
of who you are!

What you did in
the grand scheme is nothing.

Besides, no one will ever
find out, because it's fixed.

That's what
power and influence does.

It fixes things.

This is the actual Alice.

Maddie was with you
before she was with me.

She was, like,
doing a version of her.

Okay, Sophia gets here
in an hour and a half.

Okay, guys, we gotta go.

We gotta go now.
Come on!

Come on.

- What do you think about Lazlo?
- He is your husband.

Don't know if
that's true anymore.

Your beloved Cy Roberts
dropped the ball again.

You know, we all have
an expiration date,

even Cy Roberts.

First, I have to rescue
my family from Max.

We meet up someplace discreet.

Hey, what's going on
at the cabin these days?

Nothing.

Why don't you guys
use it as a hideout?

It's way upstate New York,
like, in the woods woods.

Then we have a plan.

What's up, Doc?

You need to find those
three imposters.

It means I'm sitting
next to Arthur Bloom.

Look, we had a problem here.

Wasn't supposed
to go down this way.

What did you do to him?

This traces our family
all the way back

to Charles Langmore I.

He was named
Baron of Essex in 1780.

And that is
my great-grandfather,

Governor Charles Langmore VI,

famous conservationist
and a patron of

the Yale School of Forestry.

Forests are important.

Yes, they are.

Do you know what else
the two of you have in common?

A concern

for the welfare of your state.

- Say that again.
- What?

- That last bit.
- A concern for...

The welfare of your state?

And what do you suggest
I do to improve it?

Well, you're going
to need someone with

a lot of experience
to fund your super PAC.

What else?

Gather supporters,
people who will endorse you.

Do you have someone
specific in mind?

Well, any candidate I endorse

is sure to rise.

- Ezra?
- Jules, hey.

Why haven't you
answered our texts?

It's been, like, two days.

Yeah, sorry.

Something terrible happened.

What happened?

My dad died.

And they're off.

Foley's Folly breaks smartly
from the inside gate.

Dazzie moves quickly
up the center.

And Candy's Gold
moves along his outside.

They come to the clubhouse turn and it is Foley's Folly

by a nose to Dazzie.

Candy's Gold, again,
tracks them in third.

Foley's Folly
a opening quarter

in 22.4 seconds.

And they're on
the back stretch now, and

it is still Foley's Folly
to Dazzie, Candy's Gold,

all hard along the rail,
at the top of the stretch.

And it's Dazzie by a nose!

That sack of glue, Dazzie.

Talk about a dark horse.

Well, they're all dark
when you got no instinct.

- That'll be a grand.
- Excuse me.

...today's seventh race.

Am I speaking with
Dick Jankowski,

Pamela Greiner,
and Jack Swenson?

Are you a cop, a lawyer,
or both?

A lawyer.

- How'd you know that?
- Lucky guess.

I represent the estate
of the late Theodore Roberts.

I'm looking for his cousin,
Cyril 'Cy' Roberts.

What for?

I'm afraid that's
attorney-client privilege.

Do you know where
I can find him?

- Well, I...
- I know a lot of things.

I know that that briefcase
is brand-new and cheap.

I also know that your wig
is a little weak.

What do you know, Dick?

I know you're not a lawyer,

unless it's on
"Law and Order: Stripper Pole."

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Jesus!

Okay... okay!
Okay, fine.

I...
I'm not a real lawyer.

Good, 'cause that's not
a real gun.

Okay, that was fun.

Why are you looking
for Cy Roberts?

Cy Roberts is my father.

I don't know
if you've met Cy yet,

but, he's not exactly
the fathering kind.

What do you mean?

So, you see, Cy has
a little mint on his breath,

a little hello in his Dolly.

Jesus H.

- What's my first name again?
- Dick.

As in, "Cy Roberts likes..."

Kay. Cool.

Well, number one,
you should have seen my mom.

And number two,
Cy lost a bet to my mom,

and, well,

she wanted what she wanted.

Cy Roberts always
pays his debts.

Truth is, I've been looking
for this man

for a very, very long time,

and I heard that
he's kind of a fixture here.

If you know
where I can find him,

wouldn't you want to help a girl
finally meet her old man?

Okay, kid.

We can point you
in the right direction,

but we're not exactly sure

what state he's going to be in
when you find him.

I'm seeing who
of my Princeton classmates

do business in Arizona.

They'll know the power brokers
in the state.

Cool.

You know, I once sold a car

to the dean of Arizona State.

Yeah, I'm looking for

a little more power
in power brokering.

Right, of course.

So how long do you think
it will realistically take

until I'm in
the actual Senate senate?

I don't know.

Richard,
can I talk to you?

Richard?

- What?
- It's important, okay.

Despite my sister's
years of therapy,

she still has a tendency to
make mountains out of molehills.

My sister's nose
is so high in the air,

that Mount Everest
looks like a molehill.

Hey, ladies, come on.

I'm sorry, Jules,
are you jealous?

Richard, please,
I need you right now.

Wait, are you?

- Are you kidding? Richard!
- See?

Mountains, molehills.
Is this about the ring again?

Hey, Jules, look, I think
it's fine

that we lost the ring.

- Okay, if we get...
- Jesus Christ!

Have either of you
thought for one second

why we haven't heard
from Ezra, who's been

trying to rescue his family

who have been held hostage?

- Is Ezra okay?
- No, he is not okay.

Okay?
His father died.

- Poor Ezra.
- Shit.

Ezra said it was
a heart attack,

but I don't really believe him,

and I tried to find out more
information, and he hung up.

Okay, that's really sad, but

it's not like you
even knew his dad, so.

See, this is exactly my point.

If it has nothing to do
with her, nothing matters.

It's not so much the point
as it is a point,

which is not to say
it's without a point.

It's at least, at least
about four square miles.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I like it.

What can I get you?

Beer, your choice.

I wouldn't advise that.

Why not?

So many things in life
are out of our hands.

If you can make a choice,
then make one.

Actually, I'd like
a Moody Ale, please.

Got it.

- Strong.
- Definitive.

Felt better, didn't it?

I suppose it did.

- Thanks.
- Saluti.

- I was the runt of the family.
- Only girl, six kids.

I had to claim respect.

You're awfully tall
for a runt.

Claim respect?
What does that mean?

One example of many.

In the park, there was
one of those mimes

that stands as a statue
and collect money in a hat.

My brothers used to get up
in his face,

trying to make him flinch.

But he was good,
stiff as a cliff.

So I bet them each a year's
allowance that I could do it,

but without touching him.

Did you?

How?

- I... took the hat.
- You took the hat.

I'm the youngest, too.

I have yet to claim any respect.

- It's never too late.
- Any mimes in your neighborhood?

Definitely not.

Well, swift, brutal violence

can be effective, sometimes.

- Who's going to pick me up?
- I know, right?

I don't think we need
the chicken and the...

If that's what
you're thinking,

then why don't
we just grab the one.

- I'm gonna run in.
- Just put 'em in car is fine.

Okay, I appreciate that.

You know they got 'em
on special.

You want to get a large?

Yeah, that sounds good.

- You go ahead and park.
- I'll be right back.

- Did you text her?
- Yeah.

Yeah, she said
she's gonna meet us.

- Okay.
- Babe, let's launch it today.

- Okay, what now?
- Just wait.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Here you go.

She's kidnapping a dog?

Alright, she's not
leading us to the Doctor.

She's lost her goddamn mind.

I'm just going to arrest her.

Seriously?

I understand your concerns,
but we want the Doctor,

so focus up.

Okay, you're not like
the vacationers.

And you're definitely
not a townie.

Why are you here?

That's funny.

I'm usually the one
who asks that question.

I show up when
people aren't doing their jobs.

Sort of like a consultant.

The word of
a thousand meanings.

What do you do?

I correct people who are
in breach of contract.

Why are you here?

I'm on the run.

Interesting.

So, you're a runner,
and I'm a chaser.

Fundamental differences,
yet here we sit.

I believe in open dialogue
and mutual understanding.

Little mouse isn't afraid
of the big, bad, cat?

Jerry always gets away,

and leaves Tom
with a mouthful of dynamite.

Well said.

Hey,

I don't know if
you've been getting my messages

or if you're just pissed off
and ignoring them, but,

my father died, and,

and I called my friends, but

I keep thinking of you,

how you're the one
I want to talk to,

need to talk to.

Is that weird?
I don't know.

Anyway, just put... can you...

just let me know
if you get this.

I'd really like
to hear your voice.

That's all.

It's Ezra, by the way.

Okay, bye.

I'm so sorry, Ez.

Sorry he didn't
get to see you become

the man you are becoming.

Didn't get to see you
marry again, have children.

They would have adored him.

None of that will happen now,

because of you.

No, Ez.

This one's all on you.

Drop dead.

Ezra?

What the happened?

Tell me what happened, man.

I can't,
I can't really talk about it.

Are you serious?

Dad's dead,

and all you do is
leave us a voicemail

telling us not to call the cops?

No, you have to
tell me what happened.

Well, I'm kind of tired of
being told what I have to do.

Did I overstep?

Because I want to know
why my family was held hostage

and why my father came
to a sudden early death.

But I am so sorry, I don't
want to invade your privacy.

- Don't bully me.
- You're not Dad!

Neither are you.

I know I failed you guys.

I failed Dad,

and I can't ever
make that right.

But I'm gonna try.

And,

this is for you,

to read at the funeral.

Please.

Where's Mom?

Other than being on the road,

what brings you here?

Let me guess.

Local-born, world traveling
forward thinker

returning home to humble roots?

Rebel scion of old money
doing a Thoreau thing?

Neither, but closer to
the second one, unfortunately.

Why unfortunately?

Being the scion of an old money
family is a pretty good gig,

unless you suffer from the
heartbreak of inherited wealth.

Maybe.

Seeing as that I've never

accomplished anything on my own
my entire life.

Kind of pathetic.

- Arousing pity.
- I'm sorry?

- Arousing pity.
- Pathetic means arousing pity.

You're not pitiful,
I don't pity you, anyway.

I know, I know, I'm sorry.

I'm privileged
and I sound whiny.

- I... I...
- Now you sound whiny.

- Cut it out.
- Okay.

There are well-off people
I pity.

You're just not one of them.

Do you care
to elaborate on that?

Must I?

Well, if I must.

Granted, I've only
known you for a short time...

lovely time, though it's been.

You're bright and

relatively interesting
for a younger person,

and may well blossom
into a fully fledged human

if you can avoid tumbling

into the abyss
of your own self regard.

Now, I pity the duds.

You're not a dud.

You're so weird.

- I like it.
- I don't care.

- Advice?
- Please.

Whatever's torturing you,

whatever secret you've got
stuffed down there

in your bottom drawer,
lay your burden down.

It's not that bad.

How do you know
it's not that bad?

Try me.

Hey, why do you and Jules
fight so much?

I think it's really because
I'm always there to save her.

- Save her from what?
- Herself.

Getting her out
of Mexico illegally?

That was like two days ago.

She didn't resent you
before that?

Come on.

She cannot know I am telling
you this terrible story, yes?

When Jules was at RISD,
she had this

psycho Goth-type roommate.

We were super tight,
and then we'd fight,

and then we'd be friends again,
and it went around and around.

Intense and unhealthy,
I guess.

She was diagnosed bipolar
right before our senior year,

and they seemed to have it
under control for awhile, but...

She was a genius.

Her work was
always so surprising.

I could tell Jules
was jealous,

which I told her not to be,

because clearly
her roommate was troubled.

And as the troubled
are wont to do,

one day she just
jumped off the roof.

Or out a window.

Something horrible.

For weeks, I was in
a kind of dream-state,

a nightmare.

And I was behind
in my schoolwork.

Graduation was looming,

I completely dropped the ball
on my senior thesis project.

So Jules took her dead
roommate's project,

and presented it as her own.

I stole part of her project,
and I told myself that

it was inspired by

our conversations
and our friendship,

so in a way,
I had a right to it.

Obviously,
a shitty thing to do, but

doesn't really matter
considering

the aforementioned jumping out
the window thing,

except she got caught.

I was humiliated, terrified,

and my family
swooped in to fix it.

Jules desperately needed

my help getting
her life back together.

I was willing to take
the punishment, all of it.

And then my... my sister,

she just worked on me.

And she just wore me down.

Which is what she does,
she wears you down.

She was selfish and stubborn,

but I persisted.

And I......

know I shouldn't blame my family

for how they helped, but I do.

And I can't forgive myself
for allowing it.

It's not so bad.

You were young and stupid

and killed your roommate,
took her art.

- Okay.
- What?

No... I didn't kill her.

You didn't kill her?

You didn't push her off the roof

literally or metaphorically?

Umm, no.

Then, what is your problem?

I have to
live my life knowing that

I owe my career...
if you can even call it that...

to my family
getting me off the hook.

If you insist on looking
through a moral point of view,

what you did wrong
was you stole, right?

Whether you got help or not...

is neither here nor there.

But I should
have been punished

by the school, by my peers.

You seem to be doing a very
good job of that on your own.

I know a lot about punishment.

The punisher, the punished,
the one who says,

"That's enough.
Off you go."

You're the punisher,
and the punished.

Are you the one who says,
"That's enough?"

I don't know.

Jules Langmore.

Yes?

- That's enough.
- Off you go.

So that's what's
in Jules' envelope?

What envelope?

God, it must have
been awful for her.

Yeah, well,
Jules got to play the martyr.

But the truth is
I basically rode in

on a white horse.

I took off three weeks
of work for that.

It sounds like she just
wanted to take responsibility.

I mean, she made a mistake.

And, you know...

You're not listening.

Wait, you took
your sex selfie of us?

It's hot.

Wait, you sent it to some...
who's HBY?

Hlby?
Hbyla?

"Hubby."

As in "husband."
Jesus, dude.

You said you guys
were strange, but...

- Estranged.
- I said "estranged."

So, this whole time,
you were just

thinking about him or what?

- Don't.
- Just...

don't do
the whole jealousy thing.

It's boring.

- It's boring?
- Exhausting.

You were using me
to get back at him?

"Using."

It's such a crass word.

I wasn't using you.
I was enjoying you.

We were enjoying
each other,

until now.

Look, I'm not above
some revenge sex, okay?

It's just, Alice and I,

we had a... a chance
at something, and I thought...

- No, no.
- Don't over think it.

- You're just like Jules.
- What?

That is, like, the
weirdest thing I've ever heard.

Well, you're both
just so thinky.

Look, Lazlo's sad
and in Paris.

It's just sort of
a resistible combination.

Well, maybe I was using you.

- Great.
- Yeah, happy to be used.

Good.

I will remember
our time together

with enormous fondness.

Okay.

Well.

Thanks for the ride
and talking and everything.

Don't you get scared
in that big old spooky house?

My pals are with me.

It's nice to meet
my new friend's friends.

Let's have dinner.

- Okay.
- I'm a dynamite cook.

Great.

See you soon, macaroon!

Sister, I must andiamo.

I hope you don't mind
if I take the car?

Texts and pics, please, okay?

Kisses.

Poor Richie.

Poppy Langmore got you down?

No, I'm all right..

- I think...
- Yeah, I know she's not Alice.

And Alice is fake anyway.

But I saw her and we clicked

and she was all...

you know, whatever she is.

Maybe I got a little ahead
of myself, so what?

- I'm not saying...
- I know.

I don't need
a, like, wife/cheerleader

to accomplish
what I want in life, or

have to be the great-grandson
of a baron or whatever.

I'ma get it done,
believe it.

I believe it, Richard.

I do.

Governor Langmore
wasn't really a baron.

He was a Scottish immigrant,
and he made up the baron part,

and only later became governor.

She said you and I are alike.

That's the weirdest thing
I've ever heard.

There's not,
like, another sister?

Nope, that's it.

Thank God.

- We're here.
- We're here!

Gosh, that traffic,
I tell you.

You know that they had me
turning around on McGregor?

Gosh.
Do you mind holding him?

- My god, of course.
- Sorry to trouble you.

I just need two hands
for one quick text.

- Aww.
- Yeah, okay.

Aww, he likes you.

Okay, come on buddy.

There we go, 'cause
we can't believe we're

late for our
very first session, can we?

- Is it dog therapy?
- Yes.

Jenny Anne Brown
and Freddy

from Bark Who Goes There,
2:00 p.m.

- Hold on.
- I tell you,

we never come this far
from Springfield,

but Mr. Roberts saw a picture

of this little
cutie-patootie online,

and he just had to...
what's wrong?

I don't see you listed.

Well just try
under Freddy, maybe?

I'm sorry,
you're not on the list.

I can't let you in.

No.
I...

I bet Mr. Roberts
forgot to confirm.

It's all right, okay.

Here we go.
Back in the truck we go.

I know, they would have
loved you, Freddy.

They really
would have loved you.

Wait.

Which resident
were you booked to see?

- Roberts.
- Cy Roberts.

Okay.

Hello, Cy.

Well,

isn't this
a shit state of affairs?

I was really looking
forward to meeting you.

I mean, you are, after all,
the reason I am what I am.

You know, Max Grochev
brought me into the game.

The way he used
to talk about you,

this would break
his little heart.

But it's alright, it's okay.

I'm not leaving empty-handed.

I am, after all,
a con artist,

like you.

Darling, there's never been
a con artist like me.

I know.

May I have my wallet back?

- Outside pocket.
- Sloppy.

- It wasn't sloppy.
- It was bait.

You mind putting
my stuff back, too?

You want a gin and tonic?
I make my own tonic.

Don't ask how.

Delighted.

So, how are old Max and Sally?

They ever tie the knot
and become official?

Sally's dead.

Natural causes?

What do you think?

What is it you want, darling?

Freedom, from the Doctor...

Like you have.

Well, who do you think
pays the bills?

I'm a bird in a gilded cage,

such as it is.

Here.

Why would he keep you here?

Because he can't
let anything go.

When I,
began to see the direction

that he was taking the game,

the sadism and the brutality

and the distinct
lack of elegance,

I offered a handshake
and a buy-out,

and he said, "No. No."

He has things on me,
like he probably does on you.

He wants to keep me here.

At least I'm above ground.
Yeah.

Then help me find a way
to end this for both of us.

What, and give up all of this?

For all I know,

you could have been sent
by the sadist himself.

A little test.

And for all I know,
as soon as I leave,

you pick up the phone
and sell me out.

No. No.

What can you tell me
about him?

All right, darling.

Well, he's,
prideful and arrogant.

That usually makes
for a good mark.

Yes, I know all that,
but I need to find him.

The truth is,
after all these years,

I've never
even learned his name.

Now I do know that
he is a real doctor,

and he practices in Buffalo,

but that is it,
that's all I got.

He's that good.

Here you go, puppy.

I got a...
a word of advice for you.

You seem like
the, independent type,

but if you're going to
try and do

what I think you're gonna do,

don't do it alone.

You're gonna need help.

Yeah.

Now, you have your...
your hands full.

Why don't you just
leave the puppy?

I'll return him for you.

Nice try.

Don't be a stranger.

Hey, they want us back inside.

- Stay on her.
- I'll go see what's what.

Can you guys help me out?

- Yeah... hold on.
- Let me get the gate down.

- One second.
- All right.

Here we go, one, two, three.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Cy Roberts?

Daphne.

Did you fire the gardener?
He's a menace.

- Come with me, dear.
- Let's help you find your room.

So who was that guy?

If he was a relative,

she wouldn't need
to steal a dog to get to him.

- Well, maybe she's working him.
- Must be.

- For what?
- His collection of slippers?

You know, I think she's
probably in for the night.

Why don't you go ahead and
get a room, sack out?

I'll cover.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Hey, Mina.

- Are you...
- Yeah, Simons.

Yeah, yeah, enjoying some
much needed time off.

Well, that's good.

So, listen, I need you
to key up a device for me.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I guess
we're always working, right?

Yeah.

Hey, could you do me a favor?

Could you keep this
one off the books?

- Yeah, that's all right.
- Okay great.

I'll send you my coordinates.

Come here.

Hello?

- Ezra?
- Interesting.

So you guys
been in touch all this time?

Patrick?

You know, I was wondering,

when you kissed him
at our sham wedding,

was that real
or just for the con?

Does it really matter?

And when you asked me
to run away with you,

was that real?

'Cause I've analyzed it,
and I just...

I can't see the angle.

How about we do a rundown
of every time

you kissed me
and told me you love me,

'cause that felt
pretty freaking real to me.

I was doing my job, Maddie.

Why ask if it was real, then?

- Just making sure you're safe.
- I wanted to hear your voice.

- I'm great.
- Where are you calling from?

I may be getting
closer and closer.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm just making a quick call.

There was no service inside,
so, you know,

I had to...

All right, look,
don't misunderstand this.

Exactly what have
I not understood?

That you're leading
this mission with your dick?

Or that you just blew our cover?

- No, that is all calculated.
- Bullshit.

She will never lead us
to the Doctor.

Listen, Agent Cook,
I understand your perspective,

I really do, but maybe

your methods are
just a little outdated?

I'm working something here.
I'm flushing her out.

I'd closed 50 cases while

your mother was still
wiping your ass,

and I outrank you.

Okay.

Now, all due respect,
you don't outrank anybody.

All right?
You're retired, remember?

- That's right.
- I am.

And I prefer piña coladas,
bingo, and my Jerry

over this bullshit any day.

I'm going home tomorrow.
Good night, agent.

Thank you all for being here.

It means a great deal to us,
and to our family.

Unlike my dad,
I'm not great with words.

But,

other people in the family
have inherited that trait,

luckily, so.

I knew this day would come.

But life has a way
of surprising you

even with the things you've
always known would happen.

And here we are,

surprised and shocked
by this deep, unfair loss.

This dreaded day.

As I write this, I expect
to hear his booming voice.

He argued big.

He laughed big.
He loved big.

He told big stories.

He told us, as kids,

that the reason
we dip hard-boiled eggs

in salt water at Passover

is that when the Red Sea parted,

the water was
just high enough to graze

the balls of the slaves
as they escaped.

Ask the Rabbi about that one.

And we did.

And then Dad got a call.

He taught us so much,
about being a father,

a husband,

a man,

about making mistakes,

and learning,

and continuing to move forward.

Even on this day,

this impossible day,

he wouldn't want us to dwell,

but to push on.

Let the past be the past.

Let it not be a headwind
that holds us back,

but a tailwind
that pushes us forward.

Look at that, Dad.

You get to be pushy to the end.

Poor Arthur.

Why'd he have to go and
do something stupid like that?

He was protecting
the people he loved.

Most people do that, Maxie.

You know, we always thought
people like that were chumps?

But when you betrayed me and

left me at the Doctor's mercy,
I realized the joke's on us.

I was dead to the world.

Nobody cared,
except maybe Maddie.

We gotta move her...

- Hello, Ezra.
- This is the Doctor.

Ezra, I want to express
my condolences

on the loss of your father.

Max and Sally described to me

how he violently attacked them.

Ill advised.

And such an awful
unintended consequence.

If he'd only done
as he was told.

Well, not his strong suit
I guess.

Now, you and Julia and Richard,

until further notice,

you work for me.

Max and Sally will drop you
at Langmore Cabin,

and I will send
a welcome package soon after.

Follow the instructions,
do not deviate,

and these
unintended consequences

can hopefully be avoided.

Talk to you soon.

Or not.

We thought the worst.

Thank God for people like you.

You... you really
don't have to say that...

But I have to.

Thank the wonderful lady,
Culley.

Boop.

♪ To let myself go ♪

♪ To let myself flow ♪

♪ Is the only way of being ♪

♪ There's no use telling me ♪

♪ There's no use ♪
♪ taking a step back ♪

♪ A step back for me ♪

Hey.

- Ezra.
- You made it.

♪ To let myself go ♪

♪ To let myself flow ♪

♪ Is the only way of being ♪

♪ There's no use telling me ♪

♪ There's no use taking ♪
♪ a step back ♪

♪ A step back for me ♪