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- How is everyone doing today?

- Well, we're working on a
Saturday, so there's that.

- Yes, yes.

Thank you so much
for accommodating me.

Well, I'll get right to it then.

Hello, my name is Izzy Thompson

and I'm here to talk to
you about Trusting Paws.

As I'm sure you're aware,

pet based apps are
very profitable

in this growing market.

There's a lot out there,
but we're different.

(phone ringing)
(pen scribbling)

(investors whispering)

As I was saying, pet
based applications

are very profitable
and that means that-

- (gasps) Oh, so sorry.

Please continue.

- Sure. Yeah. We'd like to
start with pet boarding

where local vetted users
would be watching

your pets for you
with our background check--

- What'd you say your name was?

- Izzy, Izzy Thompson.

- Is your father Jack Thompson?

- Yeah, yeah, that's him.

- Has he invested in this app?

- Well, I just moved
back to the area

and Trusting Paws is an
independent endeavor.

I haven't talked to my
father about investing yet.

- Oh.
(investors clamoring quietly)

(solemn music)

(Izzy grunts)

(upbeat music)

(lid slamming)

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(guests chattering)

- Hey.
- [Man] Is he here?

- Does it live up to
your expectations?

- Yeah, I mean, Dana did a
great job. She has real talent.

- You know, she does
have a lot of talent.

Sometimes I think
maybe she's wasting it.

It's time to move to
some bigger things.

- Hm.

- Precious!
- Dad! Hey.

- Oh, Catherine.
- Hi, Izzy. Mwah.

- Oh, so I heard
about the break in.

- Is Charlie okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

I mean, he had a pretty
nasty bump on his head,

but I think he was more spooked

about it than anything
else, you know?

You know, luckily they ran away
seemingly with nothing.

- It's pretty much handled.

You know, we should be talking
about Izzy's new company.

- Trusting Paws.

- Yeah, how's it going?

- You know what?
This is a celebration.

It's not time for work talk.

You know what?
You two need to relax.

I'm gonna get you both a drink.

- Okay.
(Catherine chuckles)

- Dana? Hey, Dana!

Oh, well there she goes.

She really ought to
rest a little bit more.

You guys make up?

- We're fine, Dad.

- Okay, but you
know your family.

- Yeah, but we're
related by marriage.

But we'll catch up, I promise.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.
- All right.

I'm gonna go mingle.

- Cheers.
- Mm, cheers.

- You.

Izzy, nice to see you.

Your dad told me you
were back in town.

- Hi, Terry.

Yes, it's nice to be
closer to family again.

- How have you been?
- Busy.

Your dad definitely
keeps me on my toes.

- You bet.

- All right, Jack,
everything is ready

and everyone is really looking
forward to your speech,

so no pressure.

- Not that there's ever
any pressure on me.

(Terry chuckles)

- Jack, are you ready?

- Give the people
what they want, right?

- Right, okay.

Welcome everyone for coming

to the 30th anniversary
celebration.

Thank you all for coming.

Now for our fearless
leader, Jack Thompson.

Woo!
(audience cheering)

- I hope they didn't see that.
(Izzy laughs)

All right, welcome.
Welcome, everybody.

So glad you all came out.

As you know, this is
the 30th anniversary

of the Thompson Realty Group.

(all applauding)
(all cheering)

Yes (chuckles).

And I wanted you all to know
the reason for its success.

Well, that reason is you,
all of you, our community.

This company started out small

but expanded because
of all of you.

And you know, I wanted
to thank Frank also

for trusting in my business
enough to give me my first loan.

And Sally, who handled
the business end

of things when I knew nothing.

My great staff who continue

to manage all of our properties,

my sales team that keep
delivering those record sales,

but most importantly,

my daughter Izzy, the
reason I do any of it.

And when we lost Emma,

Izzy gave me the
strength to keep going.

And my beautiful wife Catherine,

who also keeps me
going, thank you honey.

I love you.

And lastly, I'd like
to share a couple

of words that continue to...

(pensive music)

- Jack?
- Dad?

- [Catherine] What
are you lookin' at?

- [Sally] Jack?
Oh my God, what the--

- Jack, Jack?
- [Terry] Are you all right?

- Who are all of you?

Whoa. Wow. I'm sorry.

Anyway (sighs),

welcome everybody and
just have a great time.

(scattered audience applause)

(audience member cheers)
(light jazzy music)

- Nice ending.

Did you just come up
with that on the fly?

- Yeah, it just came to me.

(Catherine laughs)
(Jack laughs)

- All right, we should
all get back to the party.

And Jack, we have
your favorite cookies.

- Oh really, which ones?

(Catherine chuckles)
- Dad, don't be silly.

Mrs. Darby's?

- Wait, what?
(Izzy chuckles)

- I'm gonna let you
have one cheat day.

- Oh, she has me
on this new diet.

- It's a whole thing.
- Oh.

- Well, you know,
somebody has got

to look after your health.

(guests chattering)
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(door sliding)

(keyboard keys clacking)

- Hi, Dana.
- Hi.

- Are you gonna take
a break anytime soon?

- (chuckles) I can't.

We should be working
on these instead

of doing all this party stuff.

- Well, it seems like you're
the only one stressed about it.

- That's because
they don't realize

the trouble we're
having in the office.

If we don't get this
stuff sorted out,

we're gonna see losses.
- Well, I'm sure my dad is aware

and he will talk to
you about it next week.

- Izzy, you don't understand.

Nobody has been managing
any of these things.

- What does that mean?

- Your dad insists
on doing things

the way he has for years,

but we're expanding,
so I have to handle it.

(scoffs) You don't
get it, do you?

- (sighs) No, no, I appreciate
you helping my dad with this.

I just (sighs), I have
been so busy running

my own startup right now.

Well, trying.

- Oh yeah, your puppy company.
- Trusting Paws.

It is so much more
than a puppy company.

Well, if my dad isn't listening,

have you tried
talking to your mom?

- You know I have a hard
time being around my mother.

- Well, other than our
questionable cooking,

I think she's delightful.

- (smirks) Please, you
can't tell me you fall

for her whole sweetie pie,
extra sugar garbage routine.

I just wish she'd
disappear sometimes.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey.
- Mrs. Darby still has it.

- Jack, I have a few questions

about some financial statements
concerning the properties.

- Hm, you know, Dana, I
appreciate your initiative

so much honestly, but
it's my day off today.

Can you just take all the
financial initiative stuff

over to Terry?

- (chuckles) Ridiculous.
(laptop slams)

(pensive music)

(door sliding)
(guests chattering)

- I mean, what did I say?

- She's got a lot on her plate

and it sounds like the
two of you need to talk.

- Mm, yeah, maybe.

- [Izzy] Everything
okay at the office?

- Yeah, never better.

- So tell me about this
break-in at the office.

What happened?
- That is a mystery.

I mean, for some
reason somebody broke

into the archives room.

Charlie was there,
caught 'em red handed,

and as far as anybody could
tell, nothing was taken.

- Hm, are the police involved?

- Oh yeah, yeah. I mean they're
handling the whole thing.

As a matter of fact, your old
boyfriend Roman is on the case.

- Roman?
Brian Roman?

Dad, we never dated.
We were just friends.

It wasn't like that.
- Yeah, okay.

Well, maybe I remember
it differently,

you know, my memory and stuff.

But that's why we
need somebody fresh

in the office to
help out, right?

Somebody with their finger
on the pulse of things.

- Dad, I would love to,
but I am swamped trying

to get my app off the ground.
- Right, right, sorry.

Pet Finder.
- Trusting Paws, yes.

- Sorry.
- That's fine.

Why don't you ask Dana?

She's got the business
management degree.

- I didn't build the
company for Dana.

- (sighs) I know that.

- So, how 'bout just while
you're here, you know?

Helping out with
some things, right?

I mean, who knows,
you (sighs)... Just to see.

I'll pay you.

Like, and I'm not asking you
to take over everything, yet.

Just give it a shot.

- Okay.

(sighs) I think I
could find some time.

- [Jack] Okay, fantastic.

Now you know Mrs. Darby?
- Of course.

- We just put together a
brand new leasing agreement

for her and she hasn't
returned it yet,

so I was thinking it might be
better if you know she dealt

with somebody
that's more familiar

to her with a friendlier face.

- That sounds suspiciously easy.

- I'm softening you up slowly.

- You just want me to grab
you more cookies, don't you?

- Ah, shh.
That's our secret.

(soft music)

(electronic bell chimes)

- Hello?

- Izzy!
(Izzy laughs)

I haven't seen you in forever.

- It's so wonderful to see you.
Oh man, I've missed this smell.

- It's been too long.

I remember when you were just
a kid running around here.

- Such fond memories.

But I was actually sent to
pick up your lease agreement.

- I thought you started
your own business?

- Yes, I did.

But yeah, I moved back home
and I'm just helping out.

Surprised we didn't see
you at the party yesterday.

- Oh, you know what they say?

The sun never sets on
the baking industry.

(Izzy chuckles)

- Dad said he hasn't received
your lease agreement yet.

- He already sent Dana,
and it's all handled.

- Wait, he already sent Dana?

- He certainly did, last week.

I'd love a hard copy
if I could get one.

Just awful news
about the break in.

- Yeah, it's all very strange.

- Nothing was taken?

- Not that they've said.

- I have something to show you.

Come with me.

- Oh, okay.

(anticipatory music)

- Pardon my questions,

but has your father made
this sort of mistake before?

- (sighs) No, he's usually
really on top of things.

- And how's his
secretary, Terry?

- Doing okay, I guess.
I mean, I hadn't seen her

for awhile until
the party yesterday.

- Interesting.

- What do you mean?

- A few months ago, Terry
started to collect the rents.

She was asking renters
to pay in cash.

That seemed odd.

I wouldn't be surprised if
she was pocketing the rents.

I refuse to pay cash.

I don't trust her.

Then every time I try
and get ahold of her,

she's never available.

- Let me talk to
my dad about this.

Thank you for letting me know,

and I'll try to get that
copy for your records.

- Izzy?

Please say hi to
your father for me.

- Oh, I will.

(mysterious music)

(car beeping)

(keys jingling)

(music continues)
(light switch flicking)

(music continues)

(music intensifies)

(paper shredder whirring)

(paper shredder beeping)

- Come on! Come on, you
(indistinct) shredder!

(paper shredder whirring)

- [Izzy] Terry.
- Whew!

- [Izzy] What are
you doing here?

- Izzy, the office is closed.

- I know, it's Sunday.

- How did you get
in here anyway?

- I used to work here.
I have a set of keys.

- That's surprising.
- What are you doing?

- Just taking care
of some paperwork.

I don't always have the luxury
of having the weekends off.

- It sure looks like
you're shredding.

- Oh, yes. Ever since Dana's
been helping your father,

she's been getting rid of
some old things we don't need.

- She's shredding discarded
customer information.

It's federal law.

- I didn't see you there, Dana.

- And what are you doing here?

- Dad asked me to help. He
wanted me to make some copies

of Ms. Darby's new
lease agreement.

- Apparently she has her own
set of keys to the office.

- Am I interrupting something?

It's a Sunday and
the office is closed

and the two of you are
here shredding documents.

- We're doing exactly
what Jack asked us to do.

You can ask Jack and my mom.
- I might just do that.

- Well, looks like
I'm done here for now.

(pensive music)

- What is that?
- Just some misplaced paperwork.

- Well, I should
probably take it

so I can file it in
its proper place.

- You know, I wanted to
talk to dad about it,

so I think I'm
gonna hold onto it.

- Do you know about the--

- About what?
- The Credence Account.

Do you know what this--
- Hey, Dana,

do you mind coming in here
and helping me for a moment?

- Izzy, if you know
anything about this,

you need to--
- I need to what?

- Nothing, I'll see you around.

(mellow music)

- Hello? Anybody home?

Dad?

(objects clattering)
(pensive music)

(Izzy knocking)
Dad?

Dad?
(Izzy knocking)

Dad, are you all right?

Dad? Dad answer me.

Dad! Dad, are you okay?

Are you okay? Are you okay?

- What the--
- Izzy!

Jack, oh my God, what happened?

He must have fallen
and hit his head. Call 911!

- Right. Right, right.
- What's goin' on, Izzy?

- You must have fallen
and hit your head, Dad.

- Oh, wow (chuckles).

- Jeffery, Jeffery,
Jack's fallen again.

Yeah, he is conscious.

No, you need to come quick.

All right, okay.

- Why didn't you call 911?
He needs to go to the ER.

- Jack, do you want
me to call 911?

Do you wanna go to the hospital?
- No.

Guys, I'm fine. Seriously, okay?

Just have Jeffery come
over and check on me.

- Okay.

- I just must have
slipped or something'.

Weird.

(Catherine exhales shakily)

- Jeffery, is all
this really necessary?

- I'm sorry honey, but we just
want what's best for you.

- So how are you feeling, Jack?

- I'm fine.
I mean, I feel okay.

- Well, the good
news is you probably

won't even notice
that bad tomorrow,

but you still need to
take it easy, okay?

- Hm.

- Dad, do you have any
memory of what happened?

- No, I just remember getting

out of the shower and slipping.

- Out?
Dad, you're fully dressed.

You hadn't even gotten in yet.

- Oh, wow. (chuckles)

Guess that bump on the head
jogged my memory a little bit.

All I remember is having
a splitting headache.

- (sighs) Is there a chance
this could happen again?

- Well, he has had a
few falls recently,

so next time he'll have
to go straight to the ER,

even if he is too stubborn.
- Yeah.

- But for now,
let's just continue

with neuro checks every hour.

Call me if anything changes.

Make sure he continues to
take one of the acetaminophen

and now two donepezil each day.

I'll call in a new script.

- [Catherine] Okay.
- Okay.

- Dr. Nichols, let
me show you out.

- [Jeff] Sure. Jack.

- Yep. Thanks Jeff.
- Captain.

It's always a pleasure
gettin' to see you, Izzy.

- You as well, Dr. Nichols.

(Jeff chuckles)

Listen, I'm starting to get a
little concerned about my dad.

I'm just now hearing this isn't
the first time he's fallen.

- Your dad is still
in good shape,

but I was wondering
if you've noticed

anything odd about
his memory recently?

(thunder rumbling)

- Honestly, he hasn't
really been himself.

(thunder booming)
- Just noticed his memory's been

a bit altered in
the past few months

and with your grandma
having dementia,

I just wanna be cautious.

Hey, hey, just try to
keep an eye on him, okay?

You know how he likes
to get into trouble.

And let's just keep this between

the two of us for now, okay?

No point in worrying
anyone else, all right?

- Of course.

- All right, try to have
a good night, all right?

- You too, thank you.
- Anytime.

(gentle music)
(rain pattering)

(Izzy sighs)
(thunder booming)

(windshield wipers whirring)
(music continues)

(car beeping)

(door slams)

(pensive music)
(thunder booming)

- What?

(light humming)

(thunder booming)
(music continues)

(eerie music)

(phone chimes)

(keyboard keys clacking)

(music intensifies)

(Izzy gasping)

(syringe hissing)

(dramatic music)

(phone thuds)

(pensive music)

(birds chirping)
(music continues)

(Izzy groaning)

- Oh (groans).

(pensive music fades)

(light piano music)

(car beeping)
(Izzy sighing)

(music continues)

(phone ringing)
(employees chattering)

- Mrs. Darby, can I help you?

- Just dropping off
a little something

at the request of
Izzy Thompson. Is she in?

- She isn't, but
I'll let Jack know.

- Oh, is he here?
- No, he isn't either.

(anticipatory music)

- [Izzy] Brian?

- Izzy!

(gentle music)

You look great.

(Izzy chuckles)

I...

It's so good to see you.

I didn't expect
to catch you here.

Aren't you off running your
own company these days?

It's something to
do with pets, right?

- Trusting Paws.
Well, sort of.

It looks like you're
doing well for yourself.

- Oh. Yeah, thanks.

- I forgot that dad said

that you were gonna
be working on this.

- Actually I'm here
just to make sure

that nothin' was missed.

I have to say though,
it's kind of strange.

Doesn't really add up.

- I know.
- Hm.

- Have you found anything?

- Yeah, actually.

Turns out they did not
force their way in.

The door was unlocked

and they knew exactly where
the security cameras were.

Unfortunately, these cameras
are not set up for low lights,

so the footage is
just about useless.

Hey, sounds like
the good news is,

according to your
dad's secretary,

doesn't seem like
anything's missing.

- Why would anyone wanna
break into an archive room?

- Whoever it was,
clearly they were caught

before they could
fulfill their plan.

- Unless they were trying
to prevent something

from being added to
the archive room.

- [Izzy] Mrs. Darby, hi.
- Terribly sorry to interrupt.

My nephew's always
getting on me for that,

saying I never let
him get a word in.

- [Brian] It's quite all right.
- Izzy and I go way back.

When Izzy's father
expanded into real estate,

I became one of
the first clients.

- Mrs. Darby, it's a
pleasure to meet you.

- I'm Detective Roman.
- You as well.

I was meaning to ask
you, Detective Roman,

has your investigation started
looking into employees?

- Oh, uh--

- Mrs. Darby is somewhat a
detective herself (chuckles).

- That's interesting.
But no, not at this time.

- Well, I'll let
you get back to it.

- [Brian] Yeah.
- [Izzy] Bye.

- [Brian] It's nice meeting you.

- Actually, something weird
did happen last night.

I got back to my apartment

and the whole place
had been ransacked.

The next thing I remember
is waking up this morning

and everything was
back where it was.

- Whoa.

Izzy, are you okay?

I mean, did they take anything?

- (sighs) I don't think so,

but I did file a police
report this morning,

and when I was
thinking about what

they maybe were
looking for, it's this.

Found this here yesterday.

- It looks like
a bank statement.

- Yeah, it's money
being transferred

from my dad's company
into a Credence Account.

I've never heard
anything about this.

- Can you show me to
your dad's office?

- Oh, yeah.

(anticipatory music)

(mischievous music)

(shutter flashing)
(pensive music)

(mischievous music)

- I'm just gonna grab my bag.
- Yeah.

(music continues)

(keys jingling)
(water splashing)

- Dad.
- Iz,

what a nice surprise.

- I was just coming
to check in on you.

I thought you were supposed
to be taking it easy?

- Yeah, well, you know,
a little vitamin D

and exercise never hurt anybody.

Although, I could have used
her help about an hour ago.

My shoulder still hurts.

- Yard work? Hard pass.
- Hm.

- But you know what I do miss

are all of our
walks on the beach.

- Oh yeah, the beach.

- Yeah, Dad,

the beach.

You remember, don't you?

- Sure, I remember.

You know what I remember?

Your mom yelling at us for
tracking in all that sand.

- Yeah.

Listen, there's a
lot of stuff going on

in the office I need
to talk to you about.

- Hi, Izzy.
- Oh, hey.

- You mind helpin'
me in the kitchen?

- Yeah, of course.

Can we talk later?

- Of course.

(Izzy sighs)

- How can I help?

- Well, I think I've got it.

Izzy, did you bring these?

- Yeah, Mrs. Darby
made 'em for dad.

- How thoughtful of her.

How is Mrs. Darby
doing these days?

- She's doing well.

- Hey, you all right?

It seems like you got
somethin' on your mind.

- Yeah, it's just,

I've been thinking
about Nana a lot lately.

- Really?
What brought up those memories?

(Izzy sighs)
(soft music)

- It's just she was diagnosed

right before I
went off to college

and you were there
during the decline.

What was it like?

- Well, it wasn't pretty

and at first she lost recent
memories, like names and dates.

And then she began to forget

where she was and
what she was doing.

And by the end, she was
losing whole decades

of her life to happen
before her passing.

- (sighs) Has dad been
having any of these problems?

- Oh, Izzy, honey, no.

Your father doesn't
have any of those signs.

He's just getting
old and forgetful.

- [Jack] Hey, who's
getting old and forgetful?

- Oh, certainly
not you, my love.

- Well, those shrubs
would think otherwise.

(Catherine chuckles)

Mm. Did you pick these up?

- Oh no, Izzy brought 'em.
- Mrs. Darby made them for you.

She says hi.

- Oh, Mrs. Darby is a saint.

- Uh uh, only one.

We don't want that gluten
to upset your stomach.

- Did you pick up her lease?
- No, actually,

because Dana apparently
already picked it up.

- Oh?
- Yeah.

Mrs. Darby said that Terry

has been asking
tenants to pay in cash

and that every time she tries

to get ahold of her,
she never answers.

Also, do you know anything
about a Credence Account?

- The what?

- Yeah, I wasn't
gonna say anything

until I had more to go on,

but I found Terry
shredding documents,

and a bank statement

that had $700,000
being transferred

from your account into it.

- I need to see that document.

- Yeah.
- Hydrate.

You know, you must've
misread that honey.

I'm sure it's nothing
to get worked up over.

- Dad, I promise
I know what I saw.

- No, I trust you honey.

- Probably Dana, just
moving things around.

- Sweetheart, $700,000
is a little bit more

than moving things around.

Honey, can you pass me
my computer?

- Yeah.

(keyboard keys clacking)

(computer beeps)

(pensive music)

(computer beeps)
- [Jack] What?

- [Izzy] Dad, what's wrong?
- My password doesn't work.

- Well, are you sure you
have the right password?

- Of course I'm sure I
have the right password.

It's been the same for years.

- Okay, okay, let me
see if I can help.

- Okay, what is your username?
- JThompson91.

Same year that you were born.

And the passwords
behappy234, all lowercase.

- (sighs) Yeah, it says password
and username are both incorrect.

(Jack scoffs)

- Jack, where are you going?
- To the office.

I'm gonna access my account.

- Well, I'm coming with you.
- All right, let's go.

- Oh, Izzy, why
don't you stay here?

We don't need everybody going

to deal with a small
business hiccup.

- Well, like dad said,

$700,000 is more than a
hiccup, don't you think?

(pensive music)

(seatbelt clicks)

Dad?

- What's going on?

- Are you all right?

(exhales) Whoa.

Yeah, yeah, just
I'm groggy or...

(chuckles) That's weird.

Okay, where are we going?

- We were going to
your office, remember?

- Yeah, yeah.

(pensive music)

- Actually, can you
wait here a second?

- I'll be right back.
- Okay, precious.

(car beeping)

- When you were
organizing the documents,

you're sure you didn't see

any with the label
Credence Account?

- I looked through
all the old files

in Jack's office
and found nothing.

The ones in this room are
all left to search through.

(phone chimes)

- Everything okay?
- I got an alert.

Jack just tried to access
the Thompson account.

- Call the bank and make
sure the account is secure.

(phone beeping)

(floorboard creaks)
(pensive music)

(door bangs)

(music continues)

(phone beeping)

(line trilling)
(intriguing music)

(singer vocalizing)

- Thanks again for the ride.

I hope I didn't
overreact by calling you.

- No, not at all.

What you said about your
stepsister is pretty concerning.

I'm afraid we still
don't have enough

to launch an investigation.

Hey, listen Izzy,

just be careful.

You never know
who you can trust,

even with family.

- Thanks.

(car beeping)

(door closes)
(pensive music)

(door closes)

- Did you find what
you were looking for?

- You left me, why?

- Oh, your father was tired

so he needed to
come home to rest.

- He doesn't need more rest,
he needs to see a doctor.

- I appreciate your concern,

but I think I know
what my husband needs.

You know, it's getting late,

and I'm worried that maybe you
are not getting enough sleep.

- You're right,

and I don't mind sleeping
on the couch one bit.

- Oh, actually that wasn't-

- Yeah, but you don't want me
driving home this late do you?

Don't worry, I have a
change of clothes in my car.

I'll let you finish
that nightcap.

I'm just gonna say
goodnight to Dad.

(pensive music)

(melancholy music)

(mysterious music)

Good morning.

Dad, what are you lookin' at?

- Every morning this blue
jay comes into our yard.

He's always looking
for something.

Sees twigs are on something

and he has the most
beautiful voice.

A voice that I wish
your mother could hear.

There.
(blue jay sings)

Do you see him?

- He's beautiful.

Dad, do you remember
the road trip you,

Mom and I took to
go look at colleges?

- Road trip? Yeah, I remember.

Why?

- Do you remember what
mom said when I told

her I was going to Wesley?

- I remember your
mother was so excited

when you were going there.

- Dad, I didn't go to Wesley.

- Oh, oh, I'm sorry, precious.

I (chuckles) just haven't
had my coffee yet, so.

You went to Brown, right?

- No, that's where Dana went.

- Oh, I see.

- Dad, Mom had already passed

by the time I
graduated high school.

- Right.

- Do you remember what Nana had?

(Jack sighs)

- I think we better
go see Dr. Jeffery.

Jeffery, you're not
gonna find the ball

I lost in the seventh
hole in there.

- (chuckles) There's no
doubt in my mind about that.

No, I'm just trying to see
what you were thinking.

(Jack chuckles)
(Jeff chuckles)

Look, good news is we could
do most of the testing here.

Now, I'll need to go
grab the paperwork,

but I do recommend
you see a neurologist.

- Okay.

- Hey, we're gonna get
a handle on this, okay?

- Thanks, Jeff.
- All right.

- All right, man.

Hey precious, you have
nothing to worry about.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- I can't lose you, Dad.

You're not gonna lose me.

Oh my God, it's like I will
always be here for you, always.

There's a reason I ask you
to take over my business.

You know that, right?
Because I know that you have

what it takes to
succeed, and I trust you.

- I love you, Dad.

(melancholy music)

- I love you too, precious.

- These tests are to analyze
your cognitive response, okay?

So I'm gonna have you go ahead

and get these sorted in
the correct times that-

- Mm, sorry, Jeff.
(phone vibrating)

Catherine had me download
an app for my meds.

Just take one second (chuckles).

(pensive music)

- Okay, good to go.
- All right, good.

So basically-

- Dr. Nichols, stop immediately.

- Catherine, what
are you doing here?

- I'm making sure
that my husband

isn't being taken advantage of.

- What are you talking about?

- Jack is not sick,

and I'm not gonna let
the guilt that you have

for not being
there for your Nana

cause anymore
stress in our lives.

And you, Dr. Nichols, I
could have you brought up

on charges for malpractice.

Coercing a patient?

- Dad, what do you wanna do?

- Just, I just want you
guys to stop fighting,

so just do what your mom says.

- My mom?

- (chuckles) Well,
there you have it. Jack?

- Catherine, wait.

If you care about him, you'll
get him the help he needs.

- Fine.

We'll be back here
tomorrow morning 10:30 a.m.

with a new doctor.

Come on, Jack, let's go.

- Can't you do
something to stop her?

- I'm sorry, Izzy, but I
can't even discuss his care

with you without
him being present.

- Seriously?
- But don't worry.

Any doctor in their right mind
will diagnose him with dementia.

Then he'll get
the help he needs.

(anticipatory music)

- I'm sorry, Izzy, but I
really don't have time.

- Then make some, Dana.

- Fine, what do you want?

- Are you stealing from
my father's company?

(pensive music)

- Where did you get that idea?

- Found some pretty damning
evidence that somebody is.

- Where is the document?
- Safe.

- Izzy, tell me where
that document is

and who else knows about it.

- Dana, I think we should--
- Not now, Terry, can't you see

I'm talking to my sister?
- Hm, sister.

That's about as funny as
Catherine being my mother.

- Oh, that's cute
coming from the girl

who tried to start
her own business

and failed miserably.
- Hm.

Hm, at least I'm trying to
make it on my own instead

of relying on my dad for a job.

- Your dad needed the help.
- Hm, sure.

And how did we know you
weren't the last one

in this archive room before
Charlie was attacked?

- Do you really
think that I would--

- You two need to settle down.

(pensive music)
(singer vocalizing)

That was a little
harsh, don't you think?

- We need to find
those documents.

(mysterious music)

- [Mrs. Darby] Found you.

Okay, who organized this LLC?

(objects clattering)
(pensive music)

(computer whirring)

(Mrs. Darby gasps)

(Mrs. Darby grunting)
(music continues)

(grunting stops)
(music intensifies)

(gasoline sloshing)
(dramatic music)

(explosion booming)
(fire whooshing)

(melancholy music)
(Izzy sniffling)

(keyboard keys clacking)

- Hi, I'm here for Jack
Thompson's appointment.

Should be at 10:30.

- Sorry, but I don't
have an appointment

for Jack Thompson today.

- Do you think you could--

- I did and
unfortunately, Ma'am,

he does not have an
appointment today.

(zipper zipping)

- Oh no. (chuckles)

These rags, you know?

You're Isabel Thompson, right?

- Yeah.
- Ah, good.

This is for you.
Have a good day.

(pensive music)

(Izzy sighs)
(phone ringing)

- Hey, I appreciate
- Hey.

- you coming out to see me.

I would've done it
at the precinct,

but I just didn't
want any prying eyes.

- Of course. Yeah, you were
kind of cryptic on the phone.

- It's actually about Ms. Darby.

- Okay, what about her?

- Izzy, I'm so sorry
to tell you this,

but we found Ms.
Darby dead last night.

- What?
What happened?

- A fire broke out at her
bakery late last night.

She was still inside.

There's nothing official yet.

- We just saw her two days ago.

- That's actually what I
wanted to talk to you about.

Listen, when we saw her,
did she seem okay to you?

- Yeah, she was just
her normal self.

- (sighs) Look, I didn't wanna
go jump into any conclusions,

but Ms. Darby came
and saw me yesterday.

She wanted to talk about
your dad's business

amongst other things and
well, then this happens.

I can't help but suspect
somebody's trying

to cover something up.

Listen, do you think it's
possible we talk to your dad?

- Not anymore.

- It says that you
kidnapped your own father

and put his life
in needless danger.

- It's ridiculous.

I took my father to the
doctor to get him help.

Can you help get rid
of these fake charges?

- I'll see what I
can do about it,

but it looks like they slapped
a restraining order on you also.

Listen, Izzy,

you can't go anywhere near
your dad or your stepmom.

(Izzy sighs)
What do you think is going on?

- I think my stepsister

and my dad's secretary are
embezzling from the company.

They're letting the
business go downhill

but I had no idea they were
capable of killing someone.

And my stepmom's not helping.

I'm starting to think that she

doesn't actually want
my dad to get better.

- Izzy, those are some
serious allegations.

Look, I'm gonna see what
I can do about getting

this restraining order dismissed

on some trumped
up charges, okay?

But if you want any
of that to stick,

you're gonna need
some real evidence.

- I think I know
where I can get some.

- Just please be careful.

- We're way past that.

(pensive music)

(engine rumbling)

(car beeping)

(door closes)

(music continues)

(door creaking)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(door opens)
(music intensifies)

(keys jingling)

(phone ringing)

- [Catherine] Dana, why
didn't you pick up sooner?

- Sorry, I left my
phone in the office.

- Everything okay?
- [Catherine] Listen closely.

I'm taking Jack to the hospital
and I need you to meet me there.

But you can't tell Izzy.
- Is he all right?

And why can't I tell Izzy? Mom?

(line clicks)
(pensive music)

- Hi.
- Hi, name?

- Izzy Thompson.
I'm looking for my father.

He was brought in
earlier this evening.

- Lemme see.

I'm afraid he's not taking
visitors at this time.

You'll have to come
back in the morning.

- But I'm his daughter.
I'm his next of kin.

- I'm sorry, Ma'am, but that's
what's in the patient's file.

- Does it say me specifically?

- It does.

(pensive music)

- Catherine!
- You can't be here.

I have a restraining--
- Just shut up!

Why won't you let me see my dad?

I doubt that restraining
order carries any weight.

Now, get outta my way
before I call the police.

- Unfortunately, Izzy,
you're not allowed

to see your father today.

- Excuse me?

- I'm your father's power of
attorney, and I forbid it.

- There's no way.

- I'm sorry, Isabel, but
wife trumps daughter.

Now, you better go
before I call the police.

(pensive music)

- Hey, I know it's late, but...

(Izzy knocks)
(crickets chirping)

Oh, and that proof you
were saying we needed,

I think I found some.

- Izzy, this statement says

that your dad authorized
the transfer of money.

The only way this
is any help to us

is if your dad has a
clean bill of health

and testifies against it.

Where are the hard copies?

- I may have had to sneak
into the office to get these.

- (sighs) Well, even if
everything did work out,

this would probably be thrown
out because of how you got it.

Look, if there really is a
conspiracy going on here,

why haven't you just
talked to your dad?

- I have tried talking to him.

He's just not himself.

(sighs) Now he's in the hospital

and Catherine won't
let me see him.

I mean, I don't
know how much longer

he's gonna remember my
name, let alone who I am.

- I'm so sorry, Izzy.

(Izzy sobbing)
(solemn music)

(spatula tapping)

- Wow, these were
very good. (chuckles)

So, how did a mama's
boy become a detective?

- (chuckles) Hey, I am
no mama's boy, okay?

- I don't mean it in a bad way.

I just remember how close
you are with your mom.

You were so excited for that
pre-vet program in college.

- Okay, if I tell
you can't make fun

of me or do anything
like that, right?

- Cross my heart.

- Well, you are right.

I was gonna go
study to be a vet,

but do you remember
my mom was hit

by that drunk
driver senior year?

- Of course, I'm so happy
she made it through.

- I know.

Well, the man who hit
her was acquitted,

got off with some
BS eye witness.

So, I made the choice
right then and there.

Justice system wasn't
gonna help my mom,

I would make sure
nothing like this

could ever happen to
anybody else's mom.

Hence, being a detective.

- That's very sweet.

- I guess you're
not all that wrong.

I guess I am a pretty
big mama's boy.

(Izzy chuckles)

- Listen, Brian, I really
appreciate all of this,

and I didn't mean to
crush on your couch, but--

- Izzy, Izzy,
just don't even worry about it.

No, in all honesty,
it's a thank you.

Maybe a little payback too

for all the times
you listen to me.

- I'm the one that
should be thankful.

(phone vibrating)

- This could be work related.

One second.
- Mm hm.

- Detective Roman.

Yeah.

No, no, no, no, that's
great, that's great. Thank you.

Listen, thanks man,
I owe you one, okay?

Good news.

Got 'em to drop the
restraining order.

- You did?
- That's right. Yeah, I just

called my buddy.
He talked to the judge

- and told him everything--
- Brian, thank you so much.

You have no idea how
much this means to me.

(gentle music)

I have to go.
I need to see my dad.

- No yeah, I understand.

- Just be safe.

- Hello, I'm here to
see Jack Thompson.

Which room is he in?
- Let me see.

Oh, no.
- I know it said there's

a restraining order,
but it's been dropped.

- No, it's not that.

I'm not sure how
to tell you this.

Your father passed
away last night.

- No, you're lying.

- I'm sorry, I wish I was.

(sullen dramatic music)

- Izzy, I'm glad
you let yourself in.

I wanted to share your
father's updated will with you.

- What?

- Well, you know, your father,

after your recent
outbursts felt like maybe

you were too stressed to handle
the Thompson Realty Group

and he didn't wanna
burden you with it.

(pensive music)

- Catherine, what are
you talking about?

- I'm now in charge of the
business, all his finances,

and I'm also executor
of his estate.

- So, that's what
this was about.

My dad was in no shape
to be changing his will.

That must've been you.

Did you even love him or were
you just after his money?

- I'd be careful who
you accused, dear.

Your father didn't
owe you anything.

Oh, I just lost my husband.

I think it'd be
best if you leave.

(sullen dramatic music)

(soft music)
(Izzy sniffling)

(water splashing)
(singer vocalizing)

(phone ringing)

- [Izzy] Hi, Catherine.

I know I'm probably the
last person you want

to hear from right now,

but I don't care about
Dad's business or the money.

I just wanna talk about
Dad's funeral arrangements.

I would really like
to give his eulogy

and for him to have
an open casket.

And I know he wanted
to be buried next

to my mom in Smith's Cemetery.

I just want to honor his wishes

before I have to say goodbye.

(singer vocalizing)
(light music)

(kettle whistling)

(fist banging)
(pensive music)

(solemn music)

(paper crinkling)

(anticipatory music)

(car beeping)

- Explain this.
- Well, good morning to you too.

- What is this?

- Well, it looks
like an invitation

to your father's funeral.
A poorly cared for one.

- Cut the crap, Catherine.
I'm not here to play nice.

- Well then why are you here?

- Listen, you can
keep the business,

you can keep the properties,
you can keep the money.

I don't care.

But you have to honor my
father's final wishes,

or I'm coming back for
everything you've stolen.

- I think you
misunderstand, Izzy.

I don't need your permission
to take my husband's business

and I don't need your permission

to take his wealth
and properties.

And I sure as hell don't
need your permission

to plan my own
husband's funeral.

Showing you that will,

well, that was an olive
branch and you wasted it.

If you wanna go to war,
you better be ready

to lose a lot more than just
your so-called inheritance.

Your father owes you nothing.

That goes with
the auction items.

- Wait, wait.
You're selling dad's things?

- No, no.
Not just his things,

but the house and all the
properties he left me.

- You can't do that, Catherine.

He spent his entire life
building that business.

- Well, and thanks
to your father,

his poor widow wife,

she's going to live out all her
days comfortably in Florida.

Now, if I were you,
I'd stop complaining

and I would get ready
for my father's funeral

because it's happening tomorrow,
whether you like it or not.

(solemn music)
(engine rumbling)

- Izzy, I'm so sorry.
- You know what?

Save the platitudes
for someone who cares.

You may have gotten
rid of the competition,

but I lost my father.

So yeah, go ahead and celebrate,
but leave me the hell out of it.

- I'm not here to celebrate.

I'm here to talk to mom about
selling Jack's property.

- He hasn't even been
gone for three days

and the two of you are
off selling his legacy.

- Well, that's not what I--
- Dana,

come in now.

- You better go.
Mommy's calling.

(music continues)

(Izzy sighs)

(foot thuds)
(Izzy sobbing)

(Izzy screaming)

(music continues)

(mourners sniffling)
(solemn music)

- Izzy sweetheart,

words can't express
how sorry I am.

Can't help but feel that
if I had caught it sooner--

- No, thank you, Dr. Nichols,

but you're not the
one to blame here.

- Yes, well, hopefully we can

all find some peace here today.

- That's all I wanted.

- Better go find my family.

- Wait, Dr. Nichols,
would you...

I know this isn't
the right time,

but would you testify
against Catherine

in court explaining that as
my dad's primary caregiver,

you saw the signs of dementia

and that he wasn't
in his right mind

when he was coerced
into signing a new will?

- Izzy, you haven't heard?

I'm under suspension by
the board from malpractice.

Catherine accused me
of prescribing Jack

with the wrong medication.

I'm afraid my testimony right
now won't mean anything.

- What was the name of the drug

that you gave dad
for his dementia?

- It's called Donepezil.

- And could poisoning
cause the same symptoms?

- Sure. There are some
combinations of drugs

and poisons that can have

the same cognitive
defects as dementia.

(pensive music)

It did seem to progress
pretty quickly.

Izzy, what are you saying?

- I thank you all
for coming today.

At the request of Mrs. Thompson,
there will not be a eulogy,

however, we'd like to take
a few minutes of silence

to honor Jack Thompson.

(mourners sobbing softly)
(soft music)

- I'm so sorry to interrupt
the wishes of Mrs. Thompson,

but we aren't here
to honor her, are we?

No, we're here to honor
my father, Jack Thompson,

a man who loved his
family and friends

and went out of his way

to make sure they all knew
how much he cared about them.

(mourners murmuring)

He created a community
and a legacy,

not by putting people
down, but lifting them up.

My father always
did the right thing.

Seeing all of your faces
here today just goes to show

how much he was truly
loved by all who knew him.

He was a good man
and he deserves

to be remembered for who he was,

not what he had.

He was so full of life.

It isn't fair that he
isn't here anymore,

and he wasn't himself the
last few days (sighs),

and that's why I believe
that my father was murdered.

And I'm gonna stop at nothing
(mourners clamoring softly)

to find those responsible
and bring them to justice.

(pensive music)

- Oh.

Okay.

So, you accused your
stepmother in front

of an entire crowd
of killing your dad?

- No, I left out the part
about knowing it was Catherine.

I'm not an idiot.

- Izzy, this isn't a game.
If she did that,

what makes you think she
won't come after you?

- I appreciate your concern,
but I don't need a bodyguard.

I need help getting evidence.

- We haven't been given orders
to look into it further.

My hands are tied.

- So there's nothing you can do?

Doesn't it bother
you when people

get taken advantage
of like this?

I mean, weren't you angry when

that drunk driver decided
to get behind the wheel?

Brian, I'm sorry.

(pensive music)

- You're damn right I was angry.

Look, the only thing
that'll hold up

in a court case foolproof
is a recorded confession.

Get in, plant it, get out.

- Anything else I need to know?
- I'd tell you to be cautious,

but I know it's
too late for that.

Come back safe.

(music continues)

(mysterious music)

(car beeping)

(engine rumbling)

(anticipatory music)

(music continues)

(Izzy sighs)

(keys jingling)
(door opens)

(knife clinks)

(pensive music)

(singer vocalizing)

(doorbell rings)

(Catherine sighs)

- Dr. Nichols, what
are you doing here?

- I'm sorry for the
unexpected visit,

but I have some
very urgent news.

- You know, this really
isn't a very good time.

- Listen, Catherine, I know
you thought I mistreated Jack,

but now I think I
know what happened.

- Where am my manners?
Please, come on in.

Have a seat.
- [Jeff] Thank you.

(door creaking)
(pensive music)

- So, what'd you
wanna talk about?

- I know you blame
me in some way

for Jack's demise because
I prescribed him Donepezil,

but that medication
wouldn't have killed him.

And then after Izzy's unorthodox
eulogy, it got me thinking,

what if someone
was poisoning Jack?

(pensive music)

Someone who would
gain from his death?

- Well, that's terrible.

Who do you think would
do something like that?

- That's what I came
to see you, Catherine.

I know Dana's been helping
jack out with the business

and I don't wanna
throw accusations.

- And yet here you are.

Dana would never hurt Jack.
She loved him like a father.

- And I'm hoping I'm wrong,

but I need to be
absolutely certain.

That's why I need proof.

Do you have Donepezil
pill bottle?

If the pills match up
with what I prescribed,

then we can forget
about all of this.

- I think I do have a
few of those pills left.

I'll go look for the bottle.

Oh, would you like a cup of tea?

- No, thank you.
I don't want to intrude.

- Nonsense.

And you and I need
to clear the air

and talk about
all that poppycock

that Izzy was spewing
at the funeral.

- Okay.
(pensive music)

(water splashing)

(keyboard keys clacking)

(music continues)

- Okay.

Here you go.
Careful, it's hot.

- Oh, okay, thank you.

(music continues)

- So, what did you think
about what Izzy said?

- Hm.

It was quite brazen,
to say the least.

But what she said, is it true?

- True? Izzy has been jealous
of my relationship

with Jack since we got married.

She's always been trying to
undermined my feelings for him.

You know, to tell you
the truth, Jeffery,

Izzy has always been a thorn
in my side from day one.

And now, recently
you've joined her.

(pensive music)

- I'm sorry, but I
need to get going.

- But what about the pills?
- I'll get them later.

- Uh huh.

Please stay, Jeffery,

we've got so much
more to discuss.

- Sorry, I need to get going.

(candlestick crashes)
(dramatic music)

(keyboard keys clacking)

(Jeff gasping)

- I insist.

(candlestick thudding)
(pensive music)

(doorbell ringing)

(sighs) It's about time.

Dana, now's not a
good time (scowls).

Dana, this is not a good time.
If you've come here to argue

with me about selling
the properties,

it's just gonna have
to wait till late--

- He took us in
when no one would.

- What is this?

- Proof of you stealing
from Thompson Realty Group.

I've been collecting statements

and other paperwork
since I first caught wind

of this Credence Account.

- Honey, I can explain.
- Explain what?

How when I traced the
original transfer,

I found your maiden
name at the end of it?

Or how the lawyer that drafted
Jack's last minute will

wasn't even an estate's lawyer.
I did my research.

So before you shift the
blame, just tell me why.

- Save me the hero speech.

You have benefited from Jack's
money just as much as I have.

I mean, where would
you be without it?

Maybe working 12 hour days
selling cars instead of what?

Driving your BMW and
wearing Valentino.

Oh, and I'd think twice
before I ran to the cops

because it's a little
suspicious that it's your name

on Thompson Realty
Group account.

- But I only put
it under my name

so I could find out who was
making unauthorized transfers.

- Oh, I'm sure the cops
are gonna believe that.

Listen, daughter, you're in
this just as much as I am.

And if anyone finds out all
your money is gonna go poof,

and more than that, you're
gonna be with me behind bars.

- Fine.
Keep all the money you stole.

But the business
belongs to Izzy.

If you return it, I'll
keep my mouth shut.

- Fine.
You got a deal.

- Is that blood?
- What? (scoffs) No.

(floorboard creaks)

- What was that?
- [Catherine] That was nothing.

- Mother, what's going on?

(Catherine gasps)
(pensive music)

Oh!

What did you do?

- I'm sorry, he knew too much.

- What?
So you killed him?

I don't believe this.

- Whoa, whoa, where
are you going?

- To the cops.
- Oh, like hell, you are.

You have no idea how hard it
was to be a single mother.

I had to scrape, beg,

and plead to get
through this life,

and I'm not gonna
let anyone stop me.

Not you, not Jack, not
Mrs. Darby, not Jeffery.

I'm sorry, honey.

Sometimes you have to
make sacrifices in life.

- He was your husband.

- And so was your deadbeat
father, but that's in the past.

Now we can start from scratch

and we can go
anywhere you wanna go.

- With what?

All the money you got from
stealing and murdering?

I'm going to the cops right now.

(object thuds)

- Oh!

You didn't have to knock
her out, you idiot.

- She said she was
going to the cops.

What else was I supposed to do?
You said there'd be one body.

Now we've got three.
- Okay, you need to calm down.

I've got a plan.

- What's your plan?

(phone ringing)

- Go.
(pensive music)

- Get back.

- Okay, Izzy, Izzy,
you need to stay calm.

We're all gonna
be rational, okay?

- Rational?
You just killed Dr. Nichols.

You killed my father.

I think I'm being
plenty rational.

You, how could you?

You worked for him for 10 years.
- Please, that man never saw me

as anything more
than a secretary.

I was just taking my only chance

to get something for
all my hard work.

Not that you'd understand that

'cause your father always
handed you whatever you wanted.

(pensive music)

(Izzy grunting)
(Terry grunting)

(fist thuds)

(electronic whirring)
(lock clicks)

(dramatic music)

- Come on, Izzy.

Don't make this harder
than it has to be. (sighs)

(water splashing)
(pensive music)

(Catherine gasps)

(both groaning)
(dramatic music)

(knife slicing)

(Izzy gasps)

You're as stubborn
as your father!

(both groaning)
(dramatic music)

(knife clinks)

(dramatic music)

(fist thuds)

(both gasping)
(pensive music)

(Catherine screams)

(knife thuds)
(blood gushing)

(Catherine gasps)

(siren wailing)

(Catherine thuds)

- You okay?

Izzy, are you okay?

Are you okay?

Hey, come here.

Hey, come here.
Come on, come on.

Come here, come here.

It's okay.
(gentle music)

- Izzy, hey.
I need you to review these.

- Okay.
- You know what?

Your father would
be so proud of you.

Oh, and congratulations
on Trusting Paws.

- Thanks.

(Izzy exhales)

(Brian knocks)

- Hello.
- Hi.

Wow. Really looks like you hit
the ground running, huh?

- Of course.

Are you still making
dinner tonight?

- You know it.

Hey, I actually wanted to
let you know somethin'.

Terry confessed to
the entire thing.

Fills in all the gaps.

- Wow, that is such relief.
- Yeah.

- But hey, I'll let
you get back to it.

No more distractions.

Oh, just one more thing though.

(gentle music)

See you tonight.

- I'm expecting details.

(Izzy chuckles)

Forget something?

(melancholy music)

(Dana sobs)

You're late.

(Dana laughs)

(soft mysterious music)

(music continues)

(music fades)