Original subtitles

It's gonna be great.

Sure, what could go wrong?

- She's gonna love you. - Uh-huh.

Do you think you'll see NYU while you're in town?

Maybe.

She can't go to NYU.

How would she be home for dinner every night?

Your dad told me you love theater,

so I got us tickets to the revival of Barefoot in the Park tomorrow.

Neil Simon, right? He's a favorite around here. How great is that?

I thought it was just gonna be us tomorrow.

You know what? I'm pretty far behind on that bowl for the Canners.

I could use a quiet night at the studio.

- You two go without me. - No, I'd like us all to go together.

Sure, we'll do it next time.

Say thank you for the tickets.

Thanks. I have to go to the bathroom.

Yeah.

It's gonna be great, huh?

You're doing fine.

I know exactly how I'm doing, thank you.

- She seems great. - You mean that?

She's her own person.

What could be better than that?

Nothing.

Why would he make up a fake life?

I don't know. Maybe he was trying to protect you.

From what?

I really don't know.

- The only thing I know for certain... - He lied to me.

He lied to me too.

So, I mean, if he changed his name, that means he probably changed mine.

Yeah.

And my birthday.

Probably.

Seems like something a person should know about themselves.

- Bailey. - What?

What are you gonna say, Hannah?

What the fuck could you possibly say right now that would make any sense?

Nothing. There's nothing to say.

We should try and get some sleep. We've got an early flight home.

Excuse me?

We're not gonna find him there.

You were right.

Something's here. I can feel it.

So, you wanna stay?

Yeah. I wanna stay.

You should've seen me at 15.

What color was your hair?

Seriously, it wasn't pretty. It's not easy without a mom.

Thank God I had my grandfather.

Yeah.

Deputy Bradford's office.

Yes. Is he in?

I'm afraid he's on vacation. Would you like his voice mail?

Vacation?

Yes, ma'am.

Can I take a message?

No, but you can put me in touch with someone who can tell me

what Deputy Bradford was doing waving his badge in my face on his vacation.

- Did you go see the Warriors? - No, it wasn't that kind of trip, mijo.

But I did catch the end of last night's game on TV.

- You see DeRozan dunk on Curry? - Yeah. That was pretty.

Hey, what were you doing up so late?

- Dad! - Buddy, it was a school night.

We talked about this, okay?

Come on, Dad. It's the playoffs.

Okay, we're not done here.

This is Grady.

How's spring break?

Excuse me?

Your office just told me you were on vacation. It's funny.

It sure didn't seem that way when you were sitting on my dock.

Hannah, I was there to help.

Then how about telling me what's really going on?

Why are there no records of Owen before he and Bailey moved to Sausalito?

What? Who told you that?

What does that matter?

Look, did it ever occur to you that the man developing The Shop's software

for erasing online paper trails may have used it on himself?

If that software works, Avett wouldn't be on trial for fraud.

And I would still be asleep in bed with Owen,

unaware that he'd lied to me about everything, apparently.

That's not actually true.

Is that right? Why did Owen change his name?

I think you're getting ahead of yourself there.

I think you're not telling me the whole story.

I'm just trying to keep Owen safe. Owen and Bailey. And you.

Well, I can take care of myself, thank you.

Is that what you're doing now?

- What's that supposed to mean? - Where are you?

Hannah?

I'm home.

Yeah, if that were the case the heavy Avett sent over

to break into your house would have been more disturbing.

What? Avett sent someone to...

Seriously, where are you? A hotel?

I'll send a deputy from the San Francisco office to pick you up.

Have you been watching my house?

Where the hell are you, Hannah?

Where are you worried I'll be?

It seems like something a person should know.

She doesn't know what grade I'm in.

Hannah.

What the hell happened here?

She doesn't even know what grade I'm in.

Let me see.

You didn't have to blame my bowl.

Come on. You owe me a new one.

All right, that's better.

- I can't get it. - Are you quitting on me?

It's all marked up. There's no way I'll scrape those out.

So? It's for the cupboard, not a museum.

You don't have to pretend. We both know that it's a piece of shit.

Hey. It's easy enough to look at what went wrong.

You know, you should try to take a second,

look a little harder and find the things to appreciate.

So because my mom doesn't know what grade I'm in,

I should appreciate that she knows how to spell my name right?

- Got it. - Hannah.

No. I'm done.

Hannah.

That's your choice what you pay attention to.

Hey. What was the name of that restaurant where your dad worked as a valet?

Remember his story about getting fired for scratching someone's Porsche?

Sure. Yeah.

You think he made that up?

I mean, he was pretty specific.

Exactly. All these stories your dad loved to tell about when he was younger,

they can't all be made up.

Some of the details have to be true.

Like the name of that restaurant. If we could remember, we could look it up.

Try and find people who knew him.

Does this make any sense? You're looking at me like I'm a crazy person.

No. Yeah, I get it. I just...

I don't remember the restaurant.

Okay. What about that high school boat trip?

The one where he said he got rescued by the Coast Guard?

I don't think he told me that one.

Right. I wouldn't have told you that, either.

Well, now I really wanna hear it.

Wait. What about that math professor at Princeton?

The one he brings up when he's lecturing me about persistence.

Yeah. Dad failed his exam and the guy framed it.

As a warning for the rest of the class.

Yeah. And Dad loves to tell me about how that only motivated him,

which is kind of messed up.

Yeah. He loved that professor. What was his name?

Tobias something.

Tobias Cocher? Cooker?

Cookman. He called him Cook.

How many math professors can there be out there named Tobias Cookman?

I see only one.

What's a Fields Medal?

It's like the Nobel Prize for math. Is he at Princeton?

Not exactly.

Get dressed.

Hey.

Hey, how are you guys holding up?

- I'm gonna say "no comment". - Fair enough.

What's going on?

Well, Jake is arguing with the barista over the milk texture of his latte.

And I'm wondering if Owen kept any kind of safe in the house.

Safe?

Yeah, the Lady Paul piggy bank.

It had a small Honeywell key inside. Jake said it's for a fireproof safe.

A secret safe?

Any idea where it might be?

I don't know. His office or the bedroom closet.

Okay, got it. Anything else I can do?

Yeah, actually. Can Jake hear me?

Nope.

Good. Under my bed there is a duffel. Could you grab it, please?

Yeah. What's inside?

I'm not sure you wanna know.

Hannah Hall. She's traveling with her stepdaughter, Bailey Michaels, 16.

They were last seen at home in Sausalito 36 hours ago.

But all signs point to them skipping town.

Her truck's outside her house.

So, rental car, bus fare, train ticket, plane ticket, you know the drill.

Track her credit cards, ATM withdrawals, her boot prints, okay?

We need her location ASAP.

- Rochelle? - Boss wants to see you.

"Hi, Grady. You're back early. How was your vacation?"

She sounded pissed.

Who's Hannah Hall? And what the hell were you doing in Sausalito?

I was coming to talk about that.

You know lying to me is a felony.

Lying about my vacation?

Speak.

Bailey.

How many medals did this guy win?

Apparently all of them.

Hi. We're hoping to talk with Professor Cookman.

Do you have an appointment?

- My father's a former student. - We're happy to wait.

Well, you're gonna have to wait somewhere else

'cause his next avail's on the 24th.

That's two weeks from now.

I'm Hannah, by the way. This is Bailey. What's your name?

Cheryl.

Hi, Cheryl. Thanks for taking time.

Especially because Bailey here is one of the top mathletes in Corpus Christi

and she's torn between going to UT like her dad and Rice, like her sister.

You see the issue,

if we leave here without seeing Cook and I lose another child to Rice...

If there's anything you can do to help us just have a little time with him today.

Cook's teaching right now,

but if you wait outside of class, you may be able to catch him.

Just don't interrupt him or make any noise.

Got it. Thank you so much.

A mathlete? Seriously?

Is that your way of saying you're impressed?

Bailey, wait. We should wait.

Fuck Cheryl.

This matrix, interestingly enough, iteration of this matrix

- applied to any non-zero vector... - There's two seats.

Sorry.

I'm sure half of you have lost your train of thought

and the other half probably weren't following to begin with,

so let's call it a day, shall we?

So sorry. Excuse us.

Do you make a habit of interrupting lectures

or should I consider myself special?

I'm so sorry, we didn't me... I'm Hannah Hall. This is Bailey Michaels.

What is it you want?

We're hoping you can help us identify a former student.

And why would I do that after you disrupted my class?

You may be the only one who can.

Who's the student?

This is the oldest photo I have with me.

He would've taken your class about 26 years ago.

We're hoping you can remember his name.

You know he took my class 26 years ago and you don't know his name?

We know what his name is now, but he changed it. It's complicated.

- In a sentence. - He's my dad.

And he's missing.

- How'd you trace him back to me? - He's talked about you.

Apparently you were his favorite professor.

As nice as that is,

I can't say I recognize him. I've had thousands of students.

I'm afraid most of them just tend to blur together.

It would've been your first or second year teaching.

I don't know about your memory, Ms. Hall,

but I find the further back I go, the less I remember.

Perhaps you should try the registrar's office.

He was the worst student you ever had.

That's what you told him when he flunked his midterm.

You actually framed it, his exam.

You hung it in your office as an example for other students of what not to do.

Which was cruel, by the way.

But my husband, instead of hating you, saw it as a challenge.

And then he aced the final.

- May I see that photograph again? - Yeah.

I can't tell you his name, but the face.

He looks...

He looks different in my recollection. Although not entirely.

You said he's missing?

He worked at The Shop.

He disappeared three days ago. We haven't heard from him since.

Come on. Let's see if we can get you some answers.

So...

- Not our problem. - You're kidding me.

- Is Owen Michaels in West Texas? - I sure as hell hope not.

- Well, then. - This isn't about where he is.

It's about the fact that if this office had done its job...

Grady, you're not responsible for the man's choices.

And neither is this office.

Okay. But if Naomi Wu starts plastering Owen's face on the news...

Then it'll be added incentive for him to make better decisions than he did before.

Although I think you've been in this business long enough to know

that people don't change.

What about the girl?

- All right, she's in serious danger. - Not if she stays in Sausalito.

You know the kind of people we're dealing with.

They catch wind of this, it won't matter where she is.

I guess her father should've thought of that.

Close the door on the way out.

You'd think I'd remember his name, having his test hung up like that.

So, it's true? You really framed it?

You have to understand, I was young back then.

Barely older than my students. I thought it would assert my authority.

Why did you take it down?

When my wife saw it, she wasn't impressed.

She thought it was in poor taste to take a kid's failure

and parade it like a prized deer.

- Smart woman. - Smarter than me, that's for sure.

I found all your final exams from the '90s.

Thanks.

I'm not sure those will be of much help. We have blind grading here.

There are no names.

Is there a way to cross-check the numbers?

Perhaps. Cheryl, check the filing cabinets in the archives.

See if there's a roster.

And ask the registrar for my class lists from '96 to '98.

Okay.

I still don't understand the name change.

How does that fit into the fraud allegations at his firm?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

He could've been in some kind of trouble before The Shop. We don't know.

We're only just learning the differences between the things he told us and...

The truth?

I can't imagine what you're going through right now,

but for what it's worth,

there's an old Einstein quote that always calms me when I'm at a loss.

Einstein?

"So far as the theories of mathematics are about reality,

they are not certain.

So far as they are certain,

they are not about reality."

Is there a version in English?

Nobody knows shit about shit.

Shit!

How's it going in there?

- What's going on? - Nothing.

But did Hannah call?

Nope.

Jules, do you know something that I don't know?

- No. - Because I am her lawyer.

I'm aware.

Yeah, if there's something going on,

if the FBI's about to drop a bomb that I'm not aware of,

- well, then I can't protect her. - Okay. Calm down.

Owen left Hannah and Bailey a duffel bag full of cash.

How much cash?

I think a little over a half a million dollars.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Do you have any idea how bad this is gonna look to the FBI?

I don't know. Maybe less bad given that she seems to have misplaced it.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Jules, if Hannah is hiding money her husband stole,

she's gonna be looking at a conspiracy charge.

- Obstruction of justice... - We don't know that Owen stole that money.

Oh, please. Who keeps a half a million dollars in a duffel bag?

See, this is why she didn't want me to tell you

because she knew you'd freak out just like you always do.

Oh, right. So th... It's my fault she'd rather choose to screw herself

than trust somebody who actually cares about her.

- She trusted me, Jake. She trusted Owen. - Look where that got her.

For somebody who has a fear of getting abandoned again,

she sure does know how to pick 'em.

Hannah does not have a fear of being abandoned, okay?

She has a fear of being trapped.

So that's why she chose not to marry me.

No, Jake. She didn't marry you because you're an asshole.

Yeah, maybe.

But if I'm such an asshole...

why am I the one who's here?

- Any progress? - No.

What's this?

Roster for Spring of '97.

You only taught senior seminars in '96 and then only grad students in '98,

so this has to be the class.

Well done, Cheryl.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. These names aren't sparking anything.

Seventy-three students. How many men?

Forty-nine. I counted.

That's a hell of a lot better than a billion.

- May I see it again please? - Yes.

What?

The young woman. I was trying to remember her name.

What young woman?

The one he blamed for not being able to focus on his midterm.

I just remembered he wrote me this long letter

explaining how he'd fallen in love with a girl from class.

That he couldn't concentrate around her. At least, not well.

Could this be her?

I would love to say yes, but I just don't know.

There's no "Olivia" on the list.

Was that your mother? Olivia?

They met senior year of college.

That's what my dad said, but maybe it's only half true.

Like everything else.

So, what now?

Cheryl, which library keeps the yearbooks?

Larry has an update for you on that woman you asked him t...

Tell him he can drop it.

We're dropping the Hannah Hall thing?

Yeah. Did you find something?

She and the girl flew out of SFO yesterday morning.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

The yearbooks were digitized for the archive.

Here's a guest password.

And there is a line of computers just through the stacks.

Thank you so much for your help.

Hey.

What are we gonna find in there?

- Let's just go sit down. - No. What are we...

What are we gonna find out about him?

What are we gonna find out about me?

- I don't even know who I am. - Bailey.

The worst part is that he's always been here.

I didn't even go on a sleepover until I was ten.

And when I did...

my dad sat in his car and he waited outside until I went to bed,

just to make sure that I didn't need him.

He told me that story.

Did he tell you that I only made it till 7:30?

And then I...

I ran outside and I told him I wanted to go home.

He's always been there for me. He said he'd always be there.

- Bailey, I... - No. Let's just go.

- Go ahead. - I can call her back.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I don't even know who I am.

She doesn't even know who I am.

- That cargo bed is wasted on you. - Oh, my God. Do you hear yourself?

I'm just saying you have nothing to pick up.

If this truck were mine...

You still wouldn't be able to haul your wood turning shit

'cause you still haven't passed your road test.

Details.

- Is that... - Thanks for the ride.

What are you doing to my vase?

Improving it.

This was gonna be the piece that I was remembered for.

My magnum opus.

It really wasn't.

You wanna come in and say hello before she leaves?

- No, thanks. - She wants to see you.

Now?

She wants to see me now? She doesn't even know who I am now.

She's your mother. She knows you.

Look, she might not know your friends,

or that you're obsessed with Emmylou Harris.

Or that you're a terrible driver, but that's you today. Those things change.

Your music, your friends. Your driving, God-willing.

What's your point?

My point is, she might be worth keeping around.

How am I supposed to keep her around if she's never fucking here?

Hannah.

Hannah, come on.

Grandpa...

for the record, I'm an excellent driver.

- Hey. - I think the safe may be in my studio.

Your studio?

Owen knows there's some pieces I would never sell or give away.

You remember my grandfather's vase, right?

- Yeah. - Check the bottom of it.

Will do.

Listen, you're sure that duffel bag was under your bed?

Positive. Why?

Because it's not there now.

- You sure? - I'm sure, Han.

What do you want me to do?

Find the safe.

No luck yet, huh?

What?

You know, I was a little like you when I was your age.

I hadn't really thought about that before.

Okay.

You don't believe me, do you?

Well, I don't really know who I am now, so I don't even know what that means.

Hey, I know who you are. You do too.

Your name, your birthday, those are just details.

Pretty important details.

Even without everything that's going on,

plenty of people are gonna try to tell you who you are or who you're supposed to be.

I'm just saying, I think you know already.

For what it's worth,

I think you're smart enough to decide the rest for yourself

and stubborn enough to stick to it.

You think I'm stubborn?

That's what you took from all that?

- Hello. - Scrimmages.

I didn't think about the scrimmages.

I'm sorry. Who is this?

It's Elenor McGovern at the church.

You came by yesterday asking about game day weddings in '11?

Right. Of course.

Well, I told your story to one of our parishioners and,

well, her older son is a Longhorn

and she pointed out that it could've been a pre-season wedding.

And I thought, "Oh my Lord, am I a dummy."

It never even occurred to me to check the scrimmages.

Wait, the scrimmages are held at the stadium?

Just like regular games, that's right. And they pack the stands pretty good too.

Elenor, did you happen to check the scrimmage dates for the season?

I did. And it turns out we had a wedding the same day as the final scrimmage

- and it was the Reyes and Smith wedding. - What's going on?

- The ceremony was held at noon. - Wait. Okay, I'm sorry.

- Reyes, R-E-Y-E-S? - That's right.

- And Smith? - Yes.

There's no Reyes, but there's a Katherine Smith.

Elenor, was the bride's first name Katherine?

No, the bride wasn't named Katherine.

Her name was Andrea.

And, well, the husband was...

His name was, give me a second, Charles.

It was Andrea Reyes and Charles Smith.

This is above and beyond. Thank you so much.

Well, it's my pleasure.

It looks like you were right about being at that church after all.

Maybe.

Is one of them Katherine Smith?

It's what the index says.

Wait.

Bailey.