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- Thanks for seeing me again so soon doctor.

- Just watch the pencil.

- I know you said last week,

that it was probably eye strain,

and I've been really trying to rest them.

But, they still hurt. - Watch the pencil.

You say you've been resting them?

- Yeah, no, I mean,

I've been getting to sleep, but

I've been waking up a lot lately.

- Because your eyes hurt?

- Kind of. Bad dreams.

- Yeah. I've been there.

- Really scary ones.

- Could you look up there, for me?

- Could that be eye impairment-related?

- No. That was my thought at first,

but according to 'nightmares-dot-com',

bad dreams are almost always caused by something called

'personal problems', you know?

Money, romance...

- Oh, don't I wish!

- Hold still.

- I'm sure it's nothing, and

I know that everyone's vision changes over time,

but I'm a photographer, so...

- That's the smell. - What smell?

- Your smell. - I have a smell?

- You're a photographer? - Yeah?

- That's the smell.

I've known it since I was a kid.

Look here?

Yeah, my mom printed all her own photos.

Turned half the kitchen into her darkroom.

I was fourteen before I realized

meatloaf wasn't supposed to taste like silver chloride.

- I was in the darkroom all night.

I must reek.

- Nah, it's the mashed potatoes.

You smell just like dinner.

- So, what's my diagnosis, Doc?

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

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

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

- Darkroom humor.

I like that.

- You don't really need glasses.

You're just tryin' to look cool.

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

my baby-blues when I read.

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

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

- Yeah, right. - I do.

- Oh, my god!

- Mmm hmm.

- You're going out with a doctor!

You have a date with a doctor?

- Jeez, Cassie!

- What? You have a date with a doctor!

Tell me more about the dream.

- Okay.

So, there was this woman,

and she had a baby,

and she was, like running.

- What'd she look like?

- Actually, she kinda looked like me.

- Really?

- What?

- Sounds to me like you're already planning

a family with the doctor.

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

- There you go.

- I've never really dated a patient before.

Not that it's unethical, or anything.

- Oh, so this is strictly ethical?

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

and it came up...

Actually, here's to not talking shop.

- What did the ophthalmologist say to the pretty girl?

Here's lookin' at you, kid!

Ya get it?

- That's pretty lame.

- Awful. - Mmm.

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

- Yeah.

Well.

I had a great time tonight.

- Me too.

- And, and I, I know we agreed

not to talk shop,

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

- Oh, really? You know what it is?

- Yep. You're too beautiful.

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

- Seriously?

You should probably just rest them.

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

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

then my eyes should be fine.

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

- Right now?

- Mmm hmm.

He kissed you, and he's a doctor!

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

- You lied to a doctor, okay.

Don't give it a second thought.

Plenty of perfectly adequate relationships

are built on nothing but lies.

- Well, I didn't lie about me.

I mean, I guess I sort of did,

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

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

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

- We were talking about families, and I lied.

About my mom and dad.

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

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

something I have never told anyone before.

- Okay?

- I'm adopted.

It's true.

- I met your mom.

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

- How come you never told me?

- I've never told anybody.

I'm not even supposed to know.

I saw some papers by accident,

back when I was applying for financial aid for college.

So, my parents left these papers on the table and

I peeked at them.

And I saw,

my birth mom gave me up.

Anyway, my name was on it.

- Was your birth mom's name on it?

- I don't know.

- You didn't look at it?

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

- Wow.

- Will you help me find my birth mom?

- I'll make some calls.

I'll find her.

Look, I understand there are confidentiality laws,

but this is a medical emergency!

No. Petitioning the court would take too long.

Thanks. - Not going smoothly, huh?

- That's why God created billable hours.

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

Maybe I remembered the name wrong?

- Victor Short, of Short and Long Associates?

No way you made that one up.

Maybe the firm isn't from around here?

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

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

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

- Exotic, huh?

- What's exotic?

- Uh, Hawaii.

- Or, Mexico.

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

- Don't overlook Guam.

Good beaches, and a great exchange rate.

- Wow.

Guam, then. - Thank you, Philby.

- Alright.

- Guam?

Okay. So, where were we?

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

- Right.

Sacramento.

California Bar Association.

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

What year were you born? - Seventy-eight.

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

Yes, I'll hold.

So, let me ask you

if you hadn't of met Doctor Good Kisses,

when were you going to find your birth mom?

- Eventually, when things were a little less complicated.

- You mean never?

- Yeah, something like that.

- Yes! I'm here.

Okay.

Yes. Thank you.

Here ya go.

- Victor Short, Whiptail, California.

Where is that?

- Between Sacramento and Tahoe,

six hour drive, maybe seven.

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

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

Have you seen my charger?

- This one?

- Thank you.

It's just family business.

- So you said.

Drive carefully.

And if you feel sleepy, pull over.

- Philby, it's only six hours.

- Maybe seven.

- Philby.

- Samantha.

When you need me to know more,

you'll tell me.

- Grilled chicken with goat cheese,

grilled chicken, not so 'goaty'.

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

Well, hi!

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

- Neither. I'm not here for lunch.

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

Because the service here Is lousy.

You're lucky if you ever get your food.

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

- Whiptail Diet.

- It's got bestseller written all over it.

- What can I not get you?

- Actually, I was looking for an address.

Thirty-three Madero Road?

- This is it. - Shoot.

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

-A Law Office. For Victor Short.

- Yeah, but they gave me this address.

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

- Hi. I'm Victor Short, Junior.

Victor Short Senior is the lawyer.

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

- Oh. I'm sorry.

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

- How did you know that?

- I'll be right back.

I'm gonna get my dad's files.

I'll be right back.

You know, I found with the others,

the best thing to do right about now,

is to sit.

And don't sweat it.

I was adopted too.

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

Yeah. Hannah Branford.

Okay, perfect.

No, nothing confidential, just the marriage records.

Okay, great. Thank you, so much.

Bye.

You may want to try that.

- Hannah Marie McPhillips.

- According to her marriage records.

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

- Wow.

- It's just like a hot stove.

- What is?

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

because you know you'll get burned.

- Is that a theory?

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

for fear of rejection.

- I really appreciate your help, but

I'm just looking for some routine medical history.

- Okay.

It's just there's nothing

routine about

meeting your real parents for the first time.

- I'm really gonna be fine.

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

And I've had all those same feelings.

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

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

Facing that rejection, again, even as an adult?

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

- Well, thanks, Philby.

I really appreciate it.

- Thanks for stoppin' by.

- Oh, you bet. See you soon.

- I knew you'd find me.

Eventually.

- Are you Hannah McPhillips?

- What are you doing here?

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

Get out of here, get out of here now,

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

- So, Mrs. McPhillips,

you have no idea how he got into the house?

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

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

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

and she was standing there.

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

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

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

- Are you?

- How am I a suspect, Sheriff?

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

I have no powder residue on my hands.

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

that my Deputy found in your little truck out there.

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

- Hey, Sheriff?

- Yeah?

- I dug this outta that wall.

- That's an odd one.

Whada you, uh, whada you make of it?

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

- You dug that outta the wall?

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

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

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

- Whiptail doesn't have a Crime Scene Unit.

- Whiptail doesn't have any crime.

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

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

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

- Schuyler, gimme the time of death.

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

not in the arms and the body.

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

Unfixed lividity, between three and four hours ago.

- Okay, tell me about the wound.

- It's a clean exit,

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

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

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

- Good peeps.

- Special Forces.

My boys here, did uh, tours in Afghanistan.

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

- Yeah, why are ya here?

- Shreddin' the mountain!

- Awesome snowboardin', six months of the year.

- And extreme mountain biking the other six!

- Mom!

Mom!

-It's okay, it's alright.

- You're the daughter?

- Yes, she is.

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

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

- Everything's alright.

- I didn't, uh, wanna worry

you on the phone, but

a man was murdered, here in the house.

- You saw it?

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

- I'm Samantha Kinsey.

I was here when the police arrived.

- Why? - It's alright, honey,

don't worry. Don't worry.

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

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

- No, she doesn't.

- Well, the man got in somehow.

Anyone else with a key, uh,

a housekeeper, uh,

workmen, any other children?

- No.

No, just my husband.

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

- Cell phone's not responding.

- He was driving up to Sacramento.

- Just all of a sudden?

- He, he's in sales.

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

- Okay.

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

before they can take the victim,

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

- Sheriff, does she really have to do that?

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

- So, is Hannah a suspect?

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

- Look, I know this is frustrating,

but the bottom line is,

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

lying in a house nobody let him into.

- She has rights.

- Yeah, and we've got questions.

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

- Let's go, then.

I've got nothing to hide.

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

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

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

- But she didn't do anything.

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

It isn't right.

- You need to call your lawyer.

- Maybe I should call my dad.

- Your mother is about to become

the primary suspect in a murder investigation.

You need to help her.

We can call from the car.

I'll drive.

You still walk like an elephant.

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

- Only because I let you!

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

- It's good tea.

I stopped drinking, ya know.

Eleven years, sober.

- Ya look good.

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

Remember George Robetta?

- There's no such person.

- He had visions.

- Nightmares.

- Perfectly accurate nightmares.

He dreamed exactly what people were doing,

and where they were doing it.

Every intelligence agency in the world wanted him,

but we got him.

You and me.

He saved a lotta people's lives.

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

But now you're here.

Instead of the career that you wanted,

instead of the career that you loved,

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

And by the way, so's George Robetta.

George is alive.

Again.

And the police have him.

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

He must be driving through a dead zone.

- Call your lawyer directly.

- I don't have a lawyer.

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

Cassie.

- Samantha.

How's the Great White North?

- Uh, not so White, not so Great.

- You having trouble finding your birth mom?

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

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

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

- No.

Just listen to me, okay?

It's very important.

She's like a sister to me.

- What are you talking about, sister?

Oh, my gosh!

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

Is she there with you right now?

- Yeah.

- What does she look like? Does she know?

- Not yet.

- Why not? I bet she would love to,

- Well, her primary concern right now is

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

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

- Your mom's a murderer?

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

- Okay.

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

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

- Okay, you're up in Owasko County.

Yikes. - What?

- The prosecutor up there is a real shark.

- You know him?

- Yeah. I took a Bar Association

How to Convict Without Evidence?

I'll make a couple calls.

What's the prisoner's name?

- Hannah.

Hannah McPhillips.

- Aww.

Your mom's name is Hannah McPhillips.

That's pretty.

- Yeah.

- Go.

Go and help your family.

- Okay.

- Can she help? - Yeah.

- Good friend.

- This is crazy.

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

Where's Sheriff Powell?

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

- How long have we been here?

- Almost five hours. - This is crazy.

- She didn't even do anything.

What could they be asking her for so long?

- It's time to find out.

- Samantha!

- It's so maddening!

Nobody will tell me anything.

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

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

Some guy named Van Jefferson.

Van? Is that even a real name?

- If they id'd him that quickly,

then he must be in law enforcement,

or the military.

- Or, he's a crook.

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

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

They do some kind of insurance stuff.

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

- How did you find that out so fast?

- I Googled him.

I gotta go. Okay?

- Got it.

- They can't really suspect my mom?

- I hope not.

- She's not that type of person.

Ya know, when I was thirteen,

I had my very first Eddie Amador.

He dumped me in front to the entire seventh grade.

I was humiliated.

I thought my entire life was over.

I went home and I cried.

And you know what my mom said?

She held me all night.

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

Over and over.

- Dad!

Oh, oh god!

Where've you been?

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

police had been there. What's going on?

Where's your mother?

- Sheriff's still questioning her.

We got her an attorney.

- And who are you?

- Um, Samantha Kinsey.

She was there when Mom found the...

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

- You were there?

What happened? - I really don't know.

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

we should go check on her.

- Mom!

Oh!

- Are you okay?

What did they do to you?

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

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

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

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

Let's get out of here.

- Hang on a second, uh.

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

- What is it?

- Well, it's old information, actually.

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

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

Her name was Hannah Branford.

- That was almost thirty years ago.

I, I didn't recognize him.

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

- Sheriff, come on.

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

- She didn't lie!

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

Look, my mom didn't commit any crime.

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

I'm gonna have to keep ya in custody.

- Are you arresting her?

On what charge?

- Suspicion of murder.

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

Until he does, none of you leave town.

Come on.

- What're you doing here?

- Hey, I just wanted to talk to you.

I brought coffee.

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

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

So this guy was killed.

- Okay, Samantha. Look.

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

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

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

You heard what the Sheriff said.

- I can take care of my mother by myself.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- How?

- Well, I don't know yet.

- She may not need our help.

They may never charge her.

- Well, Sheriff Powell says they will.

- Based on what? She comes home,

she finds this dead guy in her house,

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

Just because they went to prison together?

- That proves nothing! - Exactly.

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

- Right, because my mother is innocent.

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

- What're you really doin' here?

What do you want?

- Tell me what you know about Van Jefferson.

Somebody killed him for a reason.

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

then we can get Hannah off the hook.

- My mother's innocent.

- Well, help me prove it, Francie.

Give me something to work with.

I understand what you're going through.

- No, you don't.

Is your mother in jail?

- Who else knows that George is still alive?

- Dale Browning.

That's an alias.

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

Anybody ever goes checking, the criminal databases,

an auto-alert text message pops up

on my cell. How's that?

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

Dale Browning as George Robetta?

- Depends.

On your local police chief, uh...

- Chief Connors.

- Yeah. So far, he's only sent

inquiries to the D. C. S. database.

- It's just routine.

- I know that.

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

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

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

- He just ran a red light!

- He was drinking.

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

- Chief Connors is like a dog with a bone.

Just keeps chewin' away.

- Well, then we better move fast.

- Ya didn't wanna help me last time!

- No, I didn't.

- You said I was makin' a big mistake.

- You were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Hey! What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

This is a crime scene.

- It's also my home.

They tossed my wife in jail,

put tape around my house, but

where am I supposed to go?

What am I supposed to do?

You better leave.

- Not until the Sheriff gets here.

I called him before I came in.

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

- None of those guns killed anybody.

- One is missing.

- If you think that

I'd be willing to destroy evidence

to protect my family,

you're right.

As a matter of fact,

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

that's out to hurt the people I love.

- Is that a threat?

- I don't like threats.

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

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

But Hannah didn't kill him.

You better get outta here, now.

- I cannot believe I got your machine.

Listen, Cassie, I need more information.

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

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

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

He says his cell phone went out.

What the heck am I doing?

I did not come here to play detective,

and now I'm running around,

pretending to be someone I'm not,

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

who I really am.

I don't know.

It's probably because

I'm scared if I do talk to Hannah,

I'll find out that she really

did ki...

Anyway.

I called so I wouldn't do anything stupid,

but since you're not there, here goes.

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

- Oh! - Francie!

- What are you doing here?

- Sssh! What are you doing here?

- I'm protecting my mother!

Trying to destroy evidence that, you know,

Van Jefferson was trying to contact her.

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

- Oh.

It's just, really dark in here.

Wh-what, hey, what is all that?

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

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

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

- Great, let's use it.

- Come on!

- Delsohn.

Yeah, we had a break-in.

Nah, I didn't recognize 'em.

Yeah. I will.

- They were shooting at us!

Why were they shooting at us?

They were trying to kill us.

- Are you okay?

- No! I am not okay!

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

- Okay, listen to me.

It's been my experience that

when you're being shot at,

one,

that you should get out of the way,

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

- Where are we going?

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

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

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

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

and we could replace Mrs. DeLorenzo's window.

Ah.

And you, Mr. Dale Browning.

Not answerin' to that name today, Dale?

It's the one on your license.

'Course, that's a fake.

Seems like everything about you is fake.

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

But, I'm makin' some inquiries.

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

Somethin' will show up, Dale.

Couple a real beauties we got here.

- I figured, for a psychic,

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

Hello, Mr. Robetta.

You're lookin' good for a dead man.

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

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

- She lied.

And then I lied, to the police.

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

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

while your mother was inside with a dead man

she claims never to have seen before.

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

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

- He called me.

- You mean Jefferson?

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

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

It's okay.

He had been calling me for a while.

- So, you lied to the police.

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

Van Jefferson was my first love.

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

It's because he wanted something.

- Money?

Was he blackmailing you?

- Yeah, I work in insurance.

I'm bonded.

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

- They would fire you.

So that's why you lied to the cops.

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

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

Long before either of you were born.

I made a mistake, I paid for it.

I got my life together.

But Van didn't.

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

He hurt a lot of people.

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

- Including you?

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

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

- I love you, sweetie.

- I love you, too.

- It's okay.

- Let's go ma'am.

- Miss Kinsey.

Lookin' for somethin'?

- Just what you should be looking for,

Van Jefferson's real killer.

- Is that why you visited Mrs. McPhillips?

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

- My mother didn't kill anyone.

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

I spoke to a Chief Connors?

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

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

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

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

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

and lose the paperwork.

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

- Sheriff, you locked up the wrong person.

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

- What about Carl Delsohn?

- The partner?

You know somethin' I don't?

- I know his insurance claims seem a bit fishy,

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

- And, that he has a gun.

- You saw Carl Delsohn with a gun?

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

- You wanna finish that sentence?

- No, she doesn't.

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

a break-in down at Delsohn's offices.

Know anything about that?

- Sheriff,

have you ever given any thought

to the idea that Carl Delsohn

might have had both means and motive

to kill his partner Van Jefferson.

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

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

- I interviewed Carl Delsohn myself.

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

An incidentally, also a permit for a handgun.

- A thirty-two caliber handgun?

- Miss Kinsey, I know you mean well,

but unless the two of you wanna end up in jail

beside Hannah,

you really gotta chill out.

- The answer's in that building.

- Well, that's one answer.

- Meaning?

- There was no forced entry.

Somebody let Van Jefferson into your mom's house.

There's a possible murder weapon missing

from your father's secret stash

that the police don't even know about.

- My father had nothing to do with this.

- Francie, I was there, remember?

I was outside the entire time your mom was inside.

- Yeah, she was in shock!

- Or, not.

It was a long time.

Long enough to hide things, destroy things.

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

- You're talking about my mother.

I don't believe this.

I thought you were trying to help us.

- Francie! We have to consider all the facts!

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

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

You don't even know her.

- What if Hannah did kill Jefferson?

It's the explanation that makes the most sense.

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

- You don't know that.

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

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

It's a lot like, quicksand.

- You got a lot of metaphors.

- I'm just sayin' that,

you know, meeting your birth mom is hard enough,

to meet her in jail? Hmm.

- I found her standing over a dead body!

- I got your message.

- How'd you find me?

- It was easy.

- You just followed the only road to Whiptail

and you saw my car!

- No, I stopped at the first diner.

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

- Thank you for coming.

Oh, Cassie, this is my friend, Vic.

Vic, this is Cassie.

- Hi.

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

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

- Oh, no, I'm okay.

- Just say yes.

- Okay, fine.

Thank you.

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

- He's cute.

- And he can cook, too.

- I heard that!

- How are you?

- I'm okay.

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

- Your friend the cop.

- The Detective.

He tells me that Jefferson

has more than just a criminal record.

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

- He's suspected of what?

- Fraud, insurance scams,

staged accidents, you know,

swoop-and-squat stuff.

Okay.

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

The bad guys have two cars.

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

The other one. - Right.

- That's the 'swoop' car.

'Swoop' car waits,

for the 'squat' car, to slow down,

forcing the sourdough to slam on his brakes,

forcing you to slam into his buns.

- That's what Jefferson was up to.

But that can't be very lucrative.

How many accidents can a guy have?

- Jefferson and Delsohn weren't in the accidents.

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

doctors, lawyers, physical therapists, car repair shops.

- That's how they made their money.

Insurance settlements.

- Staged accidents

is a twenty billion dollar business,

which you and I pay for,

with higher insurance rates.

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

- McPhillips, McPhillips.

Why do I know that name.

- Uh, Hannah McPhillilps, hello?

My birth mother?

- No, not Hannah.

Mark McPhillips.

- Her husband?

- I have his cell phone records.

- You got his cell phone records?

Man, that cop must really like you.

- Detective.

And, I'm working him.

Anyway, according to these records,

Mark McPhillips was using his cell phone

when he said it was broken.

- Uh, who was he calling?

- His house. - To Hannah?

- Why didn't he go home sooner?

- Well, maybe he did.

What if, when Hannah got home,

she found the dead guy,

but the killer was still in the house.

- Mark. - Yeah.

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

especially if he found out that Jefferson was

trying to blackmail his wife.

- Which is why he kept on calling her,

so they could get their stories straight.

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

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

- Come with me.

- I can't. I gotta be

at the court in the morning.

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

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

- Yeah.

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

- Yeah, you would.

- No, really. Never.

- Yeah, you would.

- I would not.

- Yeah, you would.

- Guess who Dale Browning.

Turns out he's a real person.

At least he was, for a day.

Died at birth.

February twentieth, nineteen forty-seven.

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

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

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

And that'll get ya a Social Security number.

But you don't have either of those.

Why is that?

No bank account, no credit cards?

How do you exist, mister?

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

you were drivin' around my town, drunk in?

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

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

But you'll pay.

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

Soon as I find out who you really are.

- Hey!

Mister Chief Connors!

- Whada you want?

- Lear Desmond, Attorney at Law.

I'm Philby's lawyer.

I'll be handling his case.

- Oh...

- He's got a gun!

- Get in!

- Who were those guys?

- Delsohn.

- The dead guy's partner?

What about the other one?

- Some thug?

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

I think we should get you to see doctor.

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

but he insisted on coming here.

- It's nothin'!

- Well, at least let me clean it!

- No. Look, never mind this.

- What, you want it to get infected?

Is that what you want?

- The only thing that matters

is getting your mother out of jail!

- And how is waving a gun at Delsohn

gonna help get Hannah outta jail?

- Man's a crook, just like Jefferson.

- You know about Jefferson?

- Delsohn knows about Jefferson.

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

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

- He knows who Jefferson ripped off!

- People like Hannah?

- My mother was not involved.

She told you that.

- Hannah told me that Jefferson had been calling her.

Was he conning her, blackmailing her?

Having an affair with her?

Mark, listen.

The longer you stay quiet,

the closer you become to being

Sheriff Powell's primary suspect.

- A hundred people had good reasons to kill Jefferson.

Delsohn's just the most obvious!

- At your house?

Excuse me.

Hello? - Samantha?

[background restaurant chatter] - Ben!

Hi.

Uh, listen, could I call you back?

I'm kinda in the middle of something.

- So am I. Our date.

- The conversation's been , lively.

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

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

- Just come on over.

Runnin' low on peanuts,

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

- I wish I could.

- But you got a

book-related emergency? Heard of those.

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

- You doin' okay?

You sound tired.

- No, I'm fine. - Liar.

- I'm fine.

- So, uh, how 'bout Saturday night?

Same time, same place?

- Yes! Dinner's on me.

- Okay. Just, just get some rest.

Okay? - Okay. Bye.

You should go to the hospital.

- Where are you going?

- To get some rest.

Feel better.

Good morning, Cassie.

Does this look like a hunk to you?

Who is it?

I've only ever seen him face-down.

The guy was a total chick magnet.

Some old, some young, all rich.

The police think he swindled all of them,

none of them would press charges!

They all just wanted him back.

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

- Nature versus nurture question?

I pass.

Point is,

without the victim's testimony,

none of this could be proven in court.

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

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

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

- Connection to what?

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

- They do.

But only by specifically targeted hitters.

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

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

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

Like, fleet trucks, but those are too dangerous.

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

- Bread crumbs. I get the picture.

So how did Jefferson choose his targets?

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

that he suspects Jefferson had an inside connection.

- Inside where?

- That's the bad part.

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

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

- Don't say it.

- The same one that employs Hannah McPhillips.

- So Hannah was feeding Jefferson inside information.

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

annual salaries, net worth.

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

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

Jefferson's insurance settlements, but...

- Maybe she was involved with Jefferson.

- Or, it could've been blackmail.

Sam?

You still there?

- Yeah.

I'm still here.

- They said my daughter was here?

- I lied.

I wanna know what's really going on.

- What do you mean?

- What're you not telling me?

- Nothing! - You're lying.

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

- Sit down.

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

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

I told you that!

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

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

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

- And before that?

- Before that,

every time he ran out of money.

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

But he always,

but he always showed up again.

- You still loved him.

- Yes.

And hated him.

But I didn't kill him.

- How's the food?

- It's great.

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

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

- Mister Desmond.

Who let you back in?

Open three.

- Good morning to you, Chief Connors.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know, Semper Fi?

Always faithful?

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

The Department of Defense?

Well, looks like he really came through for me.

Dug up quite a file on you, George.

Pretty thick one, to hear him tell it.

He's sending it over by courier.

It'll be here by tomorrow morning.

I can't wait to read it.

Now, it's a good morning.

- Looks like our timetable just got moved up.

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

And I wanna believe Mark didn't do it.

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

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

Francie said she saw a gun.

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

Stay away from this guy!

- I won't go anywhere near him.

I'm just gonna go inside,

take a look around,

while everyone's out to lunch.

- We have a problem.

Alright.

- Sheriff Powell. It's Samantha Kinsey.

Listen to me.

Jefferson was killed by Delsohn.

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

along with his wallet and his i.d..

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

Bye.

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

He cut me off,

and then Bodhi Wacks was right behind me,

and I had absolutely nowhere to go.

There was this turn, I made the turn,

and Delsohn kept going,

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

- Great. Now, easy.

You took a pretty bumpy ride yourself.

- But the wallet, and the murder weapon?

- Yeah, we found 'em.

It's not exactly proof that Delsohn killed Jefferson,

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

Besides, it all adds up.

I mean, Delsohn killed Jefferson.

Probably for stealin' somethin'

what they were both stealin'.

Tries to frame Hannah for it.

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

- What about him?

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

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

I'm gonna book him on attempted murder.

- So, that means Hannah's innocent?

We have to let her outta jail!

- No, I have to let her outta jail.

You have to go to the hospital...

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

Seriously, I have to be there, okay?

I really need to see Hannah. Please?

- Look, the paperwork to get her out's

gonna take at least an hour.

You go to the hospital,

and I'll just type real slow.

- Really?

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

- Thank you.

- Oh, mom!

- Oh, mom!

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

- Everyone's convinced Delsohn did it.

- Okay, so, then the case is solved.

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

- What're you thinking?

- I'm thinking, that

I've considered everyone a suspect except Francie.

There's something going on with her.

I just can't figure it out, yet.

- Sam, the police have done their job.

Just come home.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

- So, why are you still there?

- I still have questions.

- About your medical history?

- My eyes?

No, I've got Ben looking into them.

- Lucky you!

- No, other questions, like

why did Delsohn kill Jefferson?

And why frame Hannah for it?

Especially if she was feeding Jefferson information

that was helping Delsohn.

- These are all valid questions, but

not the one you're really staying there for.

- It just doesn't make sense.

- Ask her.

- What? Who?

- The 'who' is Hannah, your mother.

The 'what' is why.

- What why?

- Why did she give you away.

You just saved her life.

She owes you at least an explanation.

- Yep. Yep. She'll call.

Got it.

- Hey!

Fresh donuts!

- Hey, hey!

- Good morning, Sergeant Kellner.

How's the shoulder today?

- Ah, it's a lot better.

That heat, that really loosened it up.

- That's good, you stick with it.

A little extra blood flow in there'll

save you some nasty surgery, believe me.

Good morning, Patti, Cy.

Cy!

How's your daughter's recital?

- Great, thanks.

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

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

- Uh, but Philby is tougher than most.

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

in protest, of a merchant

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

- In an antique store?

Those kids'd be pretty old by now.

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

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

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

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

- Politics is never cheap, Sergeant.

See ya later.

- Alright. Take care.

- Samantha.

Honey.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I made you something.

Come inside.

- These brownies are amazing.

When did you even have time?

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

- That's probably what Martha Stewart said.

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

- I didn't save you.

You were innocent.

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

You want some sugar? - Sure.

Does it make any sense to you?

- What's that?

- Well, Van Jefferson was shot in your house.

How did they get in?

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

- And why was he shot with your gun?

- Ah, it's all just too much.

- You know the truth, don't you?

- I know a lotta things.

I know who you are.

I think I knew it the moment

I saw you standing outside my door,

all grown up.

You have his eyes.

- Who's?

- Van Jefferson.

- Van Jefferson is my father?

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

- Did he know?

- I didn't tell him.

He was just a kid.

We both were two clueless kids heading off for jail.

I may not have known much back then,

not even right from wrong I guess,

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

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

- I was born...

- While I was in prison.

I'm so sorry, honey.

Giving you up was the hardest thing I ever did.

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

She killed him, didn't she?

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

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

Where are you going?

- To the Sheriff.

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

Francie made a mistake, she made a terrible mistake!

- She killed my father!

- She made a terrible mistake!

You can't do this!

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

Francie's not a criminal.

She's your sister!

- Thanks.

Hello. - Samantha

- Philby!

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

- I've been otherwise detained.

- Are you okay? Is everything alright?

- Everything's fine.

The shop is fine.

Let's talk about you.

- Oh, where to start.

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

- Killed who?

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

- It is?

- It's complicated.

I'm adopted.

- I know.

- You know?

- I didn't know you knew.

- I do.

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

- We were talking about you.

- I don't know what to do.

If I turn her in,

my sister could go to prison for life,

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

- Hmmm.

- Philby, I don't mean for you

to be making my life decisions for me,

but I, I have no idea what to do.

- This may not be easy for you,

but sometimes people do bad things, for good reasons.

- Uh huh?

- I gotta go.

- Are you ready?

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

and it was your father!

This is like, epic!

This is Shakespeare stuff!

- Cassie, focus, okay?

This girl is my sister.

Even though, she doesn't know she is.

Should I just turn her in like a criminal?

What am I supposed to do?

- She killed someone, right? - Yes.

- Then you turn her in!

- It's not that simple.

- Samantha, where the law ends, tyranny begins.

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

The law, is the law.

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

Uh oh.

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

- Cassie?

- Chief! What are you doing? - Reading.

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

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

- Pretty good story.

- Are you okay?

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

A real-life, hero.

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

- So, you're not gonna do anything?

- Semper Fi, Miss Hilllman.

to what?

- Ask Philby.

- Philby?

- Mmm hmm.

- Oh!

- George Robetta.

Psychic espionage.

Woo hooo.

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

Move!

- Hi, Mr. Desmond!

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

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

- Mr. Desmond. Didn't you just.

I just saw you leave!

- Before I beat him?

Not a chance!

Check!

- I know you killed Jefferson.

I can go to the Sheriff right now...

- Or?

- Or you can tell me what happened.

- Come in.

He was blackmailing my mom.

- I know that.

- Well, I didn't.

Till I saw them together.

- You thought they were having an affair?

- I confronted her about it.

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

She was so mortified.

She told me everything.

I never meant to kill him.

I asked him to meet me.

I left him a message saying I was my mom.

I thought I could buy him off.

- He laughed at me.

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

- So, you got so angry you killed him?

- No!

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

I thought he was gonna leave.

And he didn't. He got,

he got really, really scary.

He told me he knew all about me.

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

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

their savings, their checking.

I had all the right numbers.

He wanted 'em.

- So he was blackmailing you, too?

- Yeah.

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

- He threatened Hannah.

- Yeah.

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

Okay! I'll get you what you want!

Okay!

But I got my dad's gun instead.

I just panicked.

I didn't know what else to do.

I just felt so hopeless.

I felt so angry!

You gonna turn me in?

- No.

You're gonna turn yourself in.

Francie, you have to.

- Why?

Look, two very bad men are dead, here.

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

- I thought it would be,

and I really, really wanted to believe that,

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

- No, no! Who says so?

- Your mom.

- Okay.

I can't do this.

I'm not a bad person!

I don't wanna go to jail!

- Tell the truth.

- - Francie.

Listen to me, listen to me.

Just tell 'em the truth.

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

he got angry, he threatened you,

you got scared.

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

I would want to defend myself.

So just tell 'em the truth.

Okay?

It was self-defense.

You can do this.

- Okay.

Go.

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

That's an improvement.

- Three or four days in jail.

Let's see if you call that an improvement.

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

- Well, at least George Robetta's safe.

- Because he's still dead.

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

- Ya did good, partner.

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

You should come back in.

- I'm retired, Desmond.

I'm outta the game.

- Then get back in.

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

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

- Hmm.

Well, since ya put it that way.

- Hey, Philby!

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

and I'll keep you in mind.

- Thanks. I'll be seein' you.

Soon.

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

- What guy?

- Now, normally I would stick around,

accumulate all the relevant clues,

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

- But?

- But, I have a date with Ben.

And, I can't keep him waiting.

Again.

- Ben!

Big Ben!

Tick tock!

Tick tock!

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

- So, this whole time you've been off

looking for your family?

- My birth parents.

- And you found them?

That's, that's incredible!

That's, that's a great story.

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

- Well, tell me!

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

- Oh, that reminds me.

I got another one.

What did the pretty lady say to the ophthalmologist?

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

- Yeah, that.

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

Hmm?

- That's pretty lame. - Mmm.

- It's sweet, but lame.

- Sweet's good.

- Yeah, we can work with sweet.