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[gentle, mysterious music]

[insects chirping]

- Let's play another game. - What kind of game?

- One that I know. Without any rules.

[lips smacking]

- Sounds interesting. Later, alright?

- Come on! Don't be such a party pooper.

I've never done it on a golf course before.

It's going to be fun.

- You never let me down.

- Of course not, baby. I'm all yours.

- And I am going to let Vanessa know

that you are worth every penny.

[giggling]

- Come on, Frankie.

[laughing]

- Now look what you did.

- Believe me, I am a lot more fun

than that putter.

- Later, later! Okay?

- Come on, baby. Let me show you

how to have some real fun.

- Stop it. Just stop it!

[screaming, thudding]

[gentle, mysterious music]

[sighs]

Hey...

We have a problem.

[thunder booming]

[fantastical music]

[panting]

- Good morning to us. - Morning.

- Do we have to get up? - No.

[laughing]

- Get in here.

[sighing]

- What's on your mind?

- Nothing. I'm good.

- Mm, I wish we could just lay here all day.

- Mm-hmm. - Forget about the world.

- Yeah, me too.

Well, we can't. Because somebody's got

a first day at a fancy Country Club.

[laughing] - Oh, I know, I know.

- This is new to you.

- Ugh. Damn, it's later than I thought.

- Going to miss it? - Yeah...

- Okay. - Okay.

- So are you getting the first-day jitters?

- Let's just say...

I'd like to get this day behind me.

- Let me know when you want to take up golf lessons.

- Yeah, I don't think you're going to have

to worry about that.

My dad desperately tried to get me to play golf

and it did not go over well.

- Sounds about right.

[chuckling]

- I just never understand the fascination

with trying to shoot a tiny ball

into a tiny hole miles and miles away.

[chuckling]

- Can't say that I'm any help.

- Oh, do you want to pick up something for dinner?

- Oh, I can't. I'm on a deadline.

Interview with a city councilman.

- Mm, city councilman.

Make sure you get all the dirt.

- You know I will.

[birds chirping]

[gentle music]

- Try to stay left of the trap.

There's a new hazard on the other side.

- You sure about that? - Yes, sir.

[sighs]

- Damn it!

How's your caddie scholarship coming along?

- I'm working on it.

- Alright. Make sure it gets in by deadline.

- I will, sir.

- Whoa, Blake, nice shot, buddy.

Didn't know you had it in you.

I'll make sure it gets to the top of the pile.

- I'll make sure it's in on time.

Thank you so much, sir. - Yeah.

[footsteps]

- Cassie! So rude of me to keep you waiting

on your first day. I'm sorry.

- No need to apologize.

- Ready to get started? - Can't wait.

- Great, let's go.

So the previous assistant manager departed rather abruptly

and left things in a bit of a mess.

- Not a problem. - So there are several weddings

on the schedule. Catering will have those covered for you,

but you should be in touch with the clients.

- I'll follow up with them right away.

- You're the Club's ambassador.

It's important to stay focused on our members.

Make sure they're taken care of promptly.

- Of course. - Your highest priority

will be to oversee the men's round-robin tournament

scheduled for the end of the month.

It's a big event.

I'll send you a list of the food vendors I need you to handle.

- That's soon. - It is.

- That's okay. I'm used to high pressure.

At my previous job as a corporate events planner,

functions always came up last minute.

- That's why I hired you.

Well, here's your desk.

- Great! I'll go ahead and get started.

- We're glad to have you.

- Thanks.

- Alright, boys! [claps]

- Hey. How did it go?

- It's fine. - You know what I mean.

- He, uh, he put two balls O.B.

then made me tell the other players they were in-bounds.

- Yeah, guy's a prick. - Yeah, well,

he can't stand losing a bet. Even if it means cheating.

- So you heard they fired Lisa?

- No, that sucks. - Yeah.

- Weren't you guys dating? - Yeah, but before she left,

she told me that the Club was going to cut our pay.

- What? - Yeah.

- You're kidding.

- I don't know, man. The timing of it all

just seems weird. - All right fellas, back at it.

- Alright, I'll see you later. - Yeah.

- You ready? - Yes, sir.

- Yahoo.

- Dad. What are you doing here?

- Well, it's not every day a father gets to check in

on his daughter's first day of work.

- You came all the way out here just for that?

- Of course!

And I'm filling up a threesome at one o'clock.

- That's what I thought. - Did Ava tell you

about the tournament? - She did.

My predecessor left kind of abruptly

so I am still trying to make sense of things.

- So I heard. The man's round-robin

is the biggest event of our year.

- Brad, I thought I heard a familiar voice.

- Ava...

Just stopped by to say hi to Cassie.

- Yes, well, she's off to a wonderful start.

- That's great to hear.

Well, tee time. Don't want to be late.

So... You call me later?

- Yeah. Bye, Dad.

- Oh, Brad.

thanks for stopping by.

So, you settling in okay?

- I think so. - Great.

Do you know you're one lucky girl?

I certainly didn't have a dotting father like him.

Well, back to work. - Yeah.

- Hey! Brad.

- Hey, Frank, how did you do out there today?

- Ah, you know. Same old, same old.

Half a dozen pars that should've been birdies

and the three-puts are killing me, but...

[chuckles] I still made a few bucks.

Hey, did you check in on your girl?

- Yeah, she's settling in.

- Good, good.

You know, I think she'll do well here.

But um...

You know, I did have to stick my neck out for her

with the board. - Oh, yeah?

- Well,

some of our members who don't know you so well

had questions about her previous employment.

But...

I assured them of your stellar reputation

and that you wouldn't let us down.

- I didn't realize it had come to that.

- Yeah...

- I'm sure your position as Club president helped out.

- Well, a few members of the board are my friends

so my opinion does hold a little sway.

- Nelson, party of four. Please report to the first tee.

Your start time is in five minutes.

- That's my group. I got to go.

- Hey, have a great round.

- And Frank... - Yeah?

- Thank you for your help with this board.

- You bet.

[engine rearing]

- Hi, this is Cassie Randolf.

I am the new assistant manager here

at the Pinecrest Country Club. I was just calling

to follow up on the upcoming bid you submitted.

If you could please give me a call back

to confirm the details, that would be wonderful.

- Cassie. You were looking for me?

- Yes, so I checked with the bank

and the operations account is empty.

I'll need money in it for the start-up deposits.

- Right... Well, I'm just headed out

to a meeting, but I'll look into that when I get back.

- Great.

Um, Ava... - Yes?

- Can I ask you what happened with Lisa Harkin?

- It was so unfortunate it didn't work out with her.

You knew her?

- No. But my dad knows her sister.

She is a server in the dining room.

- Well, one day she just stopped showing up.

She disconnected her phone, shut off her social media.

I don't know, they say she had

some personal problems.

But I'm sure her sister would know better than me.

But I'm late, so...

I wouldn't waste any time trying to figure out Lisa Harkin.

[sighs]

[gentle music]

- How was the interview?

- Oh, God, it was a bust.

He wouldn't comment on the improper use of funds.

And they think the Gazette is politically biased

to question his trip to the Bahamas

with a "female associate."

- Um, makes sense.

- Right? So how's your new boss?

- She's okay. Bit of a micromanager.

- You've had bosses like that before.

- I know, but it's just weird

because the last girl who had the job before me

just up and left.

No one knows where she went.

- People do that.

- I guess.

This whole private club scene takes some getting used to.

- Yeah. You know my father

actually joined a private club just to play tennis?

- What? - Yeah.

- No, I figured your family

was part of the whole

anti-private club society.

- No, exactly.

I don't know... He just had a hard time fitting in

and he thought everybody was ultra cliquish.

And eventually, they started raising the fees and

he quit the Club and tennis.

- That sucks. - I know.

We always thought the private club

looked right on the outside.

But on the inside...

They don't always appear...

to be what they are.

And then,

we start pulling back the layers...

one by one.

To find out what's really going on.

[chuckles]

You find all kinds of decadent things.

- Oh, I see.

- Mm-hmm.

[chuckling]

[birds chirping]

- Hey, Chris.

Good morning.

Morning, Anne.

[gentle music]

[keys rattling]

[exhales]

[keyboard clicking]

[muffled moaning]

[Frank]: Okay! Good morning.

[Frank chuckles]

I got a busy day today, but I'll call you later tonight?

- I... may not be up.

- Don't be coy.

Alright, I got to get on.

Thanks.

- Have a great day, Frank.

- Good morning. - Morning.

I'm telling you they're having an affair.

- Did you tell your dad?

- What good would that do?

- My advice is just do

what every other hard-working employee in America

does in your situation.

Just do your job and act like nothing happened.

- I guess. Fine, got to go.

- Okay, love, bye.

- Hey.

I'm Milo. I caddie for your dad.

- Yeah, yeah, I remember you. I'm Cassie.

- So you work here now?

- Yup. Just started.

- Welcome to Pinecrest.

- Yeah, seems like a pretty good place to work so far.

[chuckles]

- I hope it stays that way.

- Milo... Let's go.

- Should probably get going. I'll see you around.

- See you.

[gentle, mysterious music]

- Carry that for me.

- Hey, Ava. - Cassie, hi!

- Can I talk to you for a quick second?

- Of course. Yes, sit down.

- Great. So...

I was looking over the cost report

from last year's round-robin tournament,

and the totals far exceed what we have in our current budget.

- Right, yes. Actually, disregard those numbers.

Our accounting team co-mingled data from multiple events.

Luckily, I caught it before it circulated to the membership.

Can't imagine what a scandal that would have been.

- Yeah.

- Is there anything else?

- So I should just be working with the current budget?

- Yes. I actually adjusted the payroll account

to make up for that deficit.

- You took money out of payroll?

- Yeah, but, you know,

the support staff and caddies will get a bit of a haircut.

It will be fine.

Oh, make sure you shred that. It's confidential.

- Right. - Yeah.

- Okay. Thanks so much. - Mm-hmm.

Of course.

[gentle piano music]

-What's up, Owen? - What's up, dude?

- Milo, I got an early foursome at 6:30,

do you want it? - You can't do it?

- Lacey's coming over.

- Who's it with?

- Butch Watkins.

- Alright, you owe me.

What's up, fellas?

Thought you could use one.

- Thanks. Any updates on Lisa?

[sighs] - No.

Doesn't make any sense. Why would she leave

without saying anything?

- Maybe she just wanted out, you know?

No strings.

- Maybe.

What are you working on?

- Scholarship application.

They want a ton of info from me. It's a pain.

- Yeah, I know you said Frank will help you out,

but you sure he's not just stringing you along?

- I mean, I'll never know unless I finish and submit, right?

- Yeah, but think about it. - Milo, I can't be a caddie

my whole life.

A four-year college scholarship is a game-changer.

- Dude, I know, I get it... - There's this guy

from Larchmont that got one a couple of years ago,

he's now making six figures at a financial firm.

- Are you sure about that?

- About what? - An ex-caddie

is making six figures?

- It's right here on the website.

[sighs] Take a look.

The guy was making twelve dollars an hour as a caddie.

He got a full ride to SMU, changed his life.

- Okay.

Do you see this?

- So there is a ton of money.

- Yeah, but they only awarded two scholarships.

What is that in tuition? Like 35K each?

- Yeah, about that. Why?

- Okay, so that's what? 140 thousand times two.

They brought in 580 thousand.

Where's the rest of the money?

- I don't know. They invest for the future or something.

- Dude, think about it. They put away $300,000

as a rainy day fund.

You don't think that sounds sketchy?

- Well, whatever. Still going to complete the application.

[sighs] - Whatever, man. Your life.

[footsteps] [sighs]

- Yeah, no, as soon as I can get the bride

to sign off on the menu, I can cut you a check.

Yes, by Friday.

Okay, thanks so much.

- You think you know her better than me?

She's only worked here for a few months!

Like, I don't believe you.

She wouldn't just leave. Something happened!

- I'm sorry. I can't help you.

- Yeah... She said there was all this weird stuff going on.

You're hiding something,

and I'm going to find out what it is!

- If you don't calm down, I'll call security.

- Oh, that will be fun. Make someone else disappear!

[sighs]

[door slams]

- Tracy! I'm Cassie.

- I know. Your father told me you took Lisa's place.

Just be careful.

This place is not what it seems.

- What do you mean? It's a Country Club...

- Right? The picture-perfect

setting of middle America!

That's what they want you to think.

- Well, what happened in there?

- I quit.

- Is it about your sister?

- She worked here for over six months

and then just vanished one day.

And all they say is that she just walked out,

disconnected from her life, and vanished.

- I'm sorry.

- I know something happened to her.

- Is there any way to prove it? I...

- I wish I knew how.

You got the job now.

Maybe you'll figure something out.

[birds calling]

- I mean, she was really upset.

- Really? - Yeah, she thinks something

happened to her sister, you know?

Something horrible...

- Cassie, I thought you were just going to take my advice

and you know, just...

Focus on the job. - Well, it's not that simple.

- Thank you, sir. - I'm starting to think

Lisa Harkin didn't just quit for personal reasons.

- Then why?

- I'm not sure.

But her sister was thinking

some pretty horrible stuff.

- Oh, like what? She was murdered?

- That's what she was implying.

[scoffs] - Well, that's a little crazy,

Cassie. I mean, it's a freaking Country Club, for God sakes.

- Well, like you said,

"When you peel back the layers..."

- Yeah, but I was talking about white-collar crime, not murder.

- I know, right? I mean...

What could be so awful about a Country Club?

- Right.

[gentle music]

- So the Gazette loves his work.

The features editor is leaving in the Fall

and they promised him the job.

- That's great. Jamie's a good guy.

- He is.

- Would you like something else to drink?

- No, thanks.

Dad, can I ask you about Lisa Harkin?

You know why she left?

- No idea.

Her sister's a server here.

I don't see her here today.

- Well, it's because she quit. - She quit?

- She accused the Club of withholding information

about her sister's disappearance.

- Disappearance?

I thought she took another job somewhere else.

- Tracy is convinced they're holding back information.

- Like what? - I don't know.

Maybe they fired her and they're trying to cover it up, or...

Something worse.

It's just weird because Tracy never heard

from her after she left. - Seriously?

- What do you know about the Club finances?

- Finances?

- Tracy mentioned something about financial irregularities.

From what I've seen over the past couple of days,

the expenses are way out of sync with the cash flow.

They run a large deficit.

- I think that's because... Between us,

the Club's not the same anymore.

Ever since Frank Sanders took over as president.

It feels... different.

- Different how?

- He initiated new policies to raise cash

including a new membership drive.

I used to know most of the members,

and now, I hardly recognize a single face.

- Something just feels off, you know?

- Frank! - Hey, Brad.

How are you doing? - Fine.

You know my daughter, Cassie.

- Of course. She's quickly becoming

a vital part of our Club.

You know Ava, well,

she has all the confidence in the world

in your little girl.

We're counting on an impressive tournament.

Even bigger than last year, aren't we?

- It'll all come together, I'm sure.

- Of course, it will.

Enjoy your lunch.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, he just creeps me out.

- I'm sorry if I made a mistake suggesting you for this job.

- Don't worry about it, Dad. I can handle it.

- I know you can, sweetie.

- Alright... So I got a text a few days ago

saying that the Club intends to cut our pay.

As much as 20 percent, probably starting next week.

- What? How do you know?

- Lisa told me. Before she quit.

Look the point is, they're throwing a huge

tournament next week, instead of giving us a bonus,

they're cutting back.

- So what do you suggest?

- We strike. Now while we have leverage.

- Okay, but what's stopping them from bringing

caddies from other clubs? - No way they will have enough

time to get the word out. Plus,

I know that our Pinecrest members will back us.

If you guys agree, I'll reach out to the others.

- I don't know, man. I mean,

threatening with a strike this close to a tournament...

They can just keep us on and fire us when it's over.

- Yeah, also, I heard they're bringing in players

from other clubs and they bring their own caddies.

- What? They're not allowed to bring non-members.

- Maybe, but they're doing it.

- You guys...

This is our one chance to get what's fair.

- I don't see it that way.

I'd rather be a team player,

take a short-term cut, and still have a job.

I'm out.

- You're being really shortsighted here, man.

Owen?

- I don't know, man.

- Really? You too?

You know these guys are crooks, man.

You saw it with the scholarship fund.

- I'm sorry, dude.

- Alright, whatever.

- What about the scholarship?

- It's a scam.

They're taking in way more money than they're giving out.

- It's a big accusation.

They catch wind of you saying that, you'll get fired.

- Yeah, well, it's true.

Look, I talked to Lisa already.

She told me there's some strange financial stuff going on.

I'm talking, like, fake accounts,

money gone. All kinds of stuff.

- Yeah, then where is she now?

- I don't know.

They got to her.

[scoffs] - They got to her?

Yeah, right.

'Cause there is no proof, man. She's a flake.

[sighs]

[curious music]

[sighs]

- So as you can see here,

the projected totals will exceed reserves

even with the payroll adjustment.

- Yes, uh...

Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

I will reach out to the accounting team.

It will require a draw from the endowment fund,

which takes three signatures from board members.

- Okay. I assume that'll take a while.

- I actually have a meeting with them in the morning.

Shouldn't be too long. - Okay.

- Can you print three clean copies of this for the morning?

- Absolutely. - Okay.

Cassie? Let's just keep this between us.

Yeah? Don't discuss this with anyone.

Not even your dad.

- Sure.

[door creaking]

[sighs]

[printer humming]

[knocking]

- Hey, here. - Oh, great, thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

I'm curious, what was Lisa's last day?

- Her last day?

- Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out

what project she finished.

- I think the Thursday before you started.

- Like the 27th?

- I suppose.

Did you need something?

- No, I'm just heading to the Pro Shop.

Can I get you something?

- No, I'm good.

- Okay.

[door slams]

[sighs]

- Vanessa. What are you doing here?

- Came to see you.

- What do you want?

- I think we have some unsettled business.

- What? The girl?

- If I recall, we helped clean up a big mess

and kept you from having to answer

some complicated questions.

- I thought we were square on this.

She hit her head on accident. I'm not to blame.

- She was my best earner.

Because of you, my business is way down.

You owe me.

This is not settled.

- And make sure you run that copy by me.

The Mayor's office wants an opportunity to comment

before we publish.

- Will do. Harlan, quick thing.

Been following up on some rumors about Pinecrest Country Club.

- What sort of rumors?

- Financial improprieties and such.

You come across anything like that?

- Can't say that I have.

But better be chasing something sexy.

A bunch of rich, stuffed shirts skimming money from each other

hardly generates sympathy from our readers.

- Yeah, alright, I know.

I won't spend a whole lot of time on it.

- Alright.

- Thank you, sir. - Uh-huh.

[ominous music]

- This is Jamie. Leave me a message.

- Hey, babe, just looking into something. Be home soon.

[whimsical music]

[waterfall crashing]

- Hey, hey, hey.

Any beers left?

- Thought you were bringing some.

- Dude, I couldn't get to the store before it closed.

- Here.

- Thank you.

- Next time, it's on you.

- Sure. Is Milo here?

- He said he'd be here. I'm sure he'll come around.

[beep]

[printer humming]

[floor creaking]

[sinister tone]

[gasps]

- Milo, what are you doing here?

- Look, I'm sorry.

There is something I need to talk to you about.

- About what?

- There's a lot of shady things going on here, Cassie.

Someone is embezzling from the scholarship fund.

- How?

- Look, large donations are made,

but the money's unaccounted for.

Tell me you have access to those records.

- I don't know. I haven't seen anything

about the scholarship fund.

- Look, I can't be seen here. - Right.

- Meet me tomorrow morning at the Meddle-Hour Coffee.

- Okay. What time?

- 10:30.

- Sure. - Okay, see you there.

- Yeah.

[sighs]

[beeping]

- Frank! - Cassie.

What are you doing here?

- Just finishing up some work stuff.

And you?

- Oh, I forgot my phone charger.

It's 10 o'clock.

Are you, um...

Are you making copies?

- Yes.

Ava has a meeting with the board in the morning

and she asked for copies of the expense projections.

I wanted to have them ready.

- Well, I don't think Ava would approve of you

working this late.

Why don't you save it for tomorrow?

- Yes. I'm done, just heading out.

- Alright.

Alright, I'll lock up.

[soft, ominous music]

[rhythmic music]

- What's up, boys?

How's the beer holding up?

- Hey, about time, man. Uh...

I got a couple left.

- Thank you.

- Glad you could finally make it.

- Yeah.

I, uh, had a few things to take care of.

- Is everything okay?

- Not really.

Sick of this place, dude.

- Where were you just now?

- Saw Cassie.

Told her about the scholarship fund.

- Dude, you're going to get in trouble. What can she do?

- Gonna find out.

I'm meeting her tomorrow.

I just don't understand

- Cassie! - He creeped me out!

- You got to quit that damn job.

- I can't do that.

- Cassie, it's simple. Just quit.

- Something is going on

and Lisa Harkin is at the center of it.

Okay? The day she left, she left after lunch.

No one saw her after that. She came back in the middle

of the night to print something. A two-page document.

- What was it? - I don't know.

- Okay, okay. Just stop, okay?

Listen to me.

This could be dangerous. It is not worth the risk.

Suppose they had something to do with that girl's disappearance.

- Like who? - I don't know. The president,

the members of the board. I mean, that woman

that you're working with. It could be anyone.

- No, I'm in too deep.

- Hey, listen.

If you get close to something sensitive,

something they don't want anyone to know about...

You could get hurt.

- So what am I supposed to do?

Act like nothing happened, forget about Lisa Harkin?

- I'm just worried about you.

Cassie.

Cassie, wait.

[sighs]

[waterfall crashing]

- You want to know what I really think happened to Lisa?

- What?

- She found evidence of a scam and they got to her.

- Still pushing that story, Milo?

Told you to drop it.

- Screw you, Jeb.

I'm going to find out what's going on,

and I'm actually going to do something about it.

Unlike you lame pricks

that just sit there and look the other way.

- Chill out, man.

- You work for a bunch of corrupt scumbags.

And you don't even give a damn.

- You're drunk.

You're just making stuff up.

- Yeah, we'll see.

- Milo, hold on, dude.

- You can't play both sides, dude.

You got to choose.

- You're overreacting, man.

- Right...

Leave me alone.

[gentle, mysterious music]

- Hi.

We spoke at Pinecrest the day you left.

Need to talk about Lisa.

[keyboard clicking]

[rhythmic music]

- So I'd like to offer you a business opportunity.

- Go on.

- What if we set some of our more open-minded players

with your ladies during the tournament?

A perk that I'm sure they will pay handsomely for.

- And how's that work?

- Well, we can have a tent set up off to the side

where the gentlemen can engage...

Not only in golf gossip,

but also in the services your ladies provide.

- Is that so?

- I am offering you this opportunity

at great risk to myself.

Normally,

this event is for members only.

But I've expanded the audience to include the entire valley.

And I can cut you in.

- What's my end?

- 15% of the gross sales.

And this is just the start.

- I'll think about it.

- So we're even?

- I'll let you know when we're even.

[waterfall crashing]

[tense music]

- What is going on?

Yeah.

- Hey, listen, Milo's trouble.

He thinks there's a money scam with the golf scholarship.

- That's why you're calling?

- Yeah, he talked to that girl that disappeared.

And I guess she told him stuff about the Club.

- Quit. The girl who quit.

- Right, quit.

- Okay, what did she tell him?

- I'm not sure, but it's something

about you all being corrupt.

- Alright. I'll take care of it.

- Frank, he seems pretty serious.

- Jeb, relax.

I'm not that worried about a pissed-off caddie.

- Hey.

We have a problem.

[crickets chirping]

[leaves rustling]

[tires screeching]

[screaming]

[gentle music]

- Jamie! - Sir.

- I got an email from a Tracy Harkin.

She asked us to look into the disappearance of her sister

who worked at Pinecrest.

- That's the manager that vanished.

- How did you know that?

- Well, she left during work one day and never came back.

They claimed that she quit, but no one's heard from her.

- And the cops?

- They accepted a missing persons report,

but they're not sharing anything with the public.

- Here's her number. Check it out.

- You got it.

Hi, yes, this is Jamie Foster.

I work for the Gazette.

I'm just following up on the email you sent.

I'd like to set up a meeting.

You can reach me at this number.

[engine rearing]

- Thank you.

[sighs]

- What happened?

- Milo, he...

He got hit by a car last night. On Porter Road.

- Oh, my god. Is he okay?

- He's unconscious, as far as I know.

I think they took him to Midcity Hospital.

[sighs]

- We were supposed to meet for coffee this morning.

- I'm Owen by the way.

- Cassie.

- I know Milo came and talked to you

about the scholarship fund.

- And?

- And what?

- Well, do you know anything about it?

- Listen, I have no idea.

- Seriously?

Isn't there anything you can tell me?

- Tell you? Wha...

What? And end up like Milo?

No thanks.

[exhales]

- So I need to put out a statement of sympathy for Milo

and let the members know that this whole thing

was an accident.

- Okay.

Well, however you phrase it,

just make sure it doesn't impact the tournament.

- Well, while we're on that subject...

I need a bigger cut.

- I thought you said it was big enough?

- Mm... Well, things are getting complicated.

40%.

- 40? - 40.

[knocking, door creaking] [throat clearing]

- Sorry to interrupt. - What is it?

- Um, I was just checking to see how the board meeting went?

- Uh, it was cancelled.

- We will continue this later.

I have somewhere I need to be.

[clears throat]

- I need you to go to the hospital

and check on this caddie's condition.

- Well, I actually have some work I need to do here.

- I need you there.

I have to put out a statement to the membership

and need hourly updates on his condition.

- Got it.

- Something else? - Uh, no! Um...

I will shut the door.

[gentle, mysterious music]

- Hey.

You work at Pinecrest?

- Yeah. Cassie, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah, I'm Jeb.

I'm one of the caddies. Milo's friend.

- Yeah, how is he?

[sighs]

- Well, as of a half hour ago,

he's still in a coma.

- That's terrible.

- Yeah.

I didn't realize that you two were friends.

- My boss asked me to come check on him.

We're all worried.

- Yeah, we had a little party at the 16th hole last night,

and I guess...

He was walking home when it happened.

- Who would do that and not stop to help?

- Right. [phone ringing]

I have to answer this.

- Hey,

what's the status on the kid?

- He's still out. He's barely hanging on.

You know what, man, this is crazy.

I had no idea when you asked me to keep an eye on him

that this would happen.

- Relax, Jeb. I had nothing to do with it.

- Yeah, but they nearly killed him, Frank.

It's just not right.

- And I'm telling you it was an accident.

- You're lying.

- I'm not... [phone beeps]

I'm not lying.

[sighs]

[machines beeping]

[gentle, mysterious music]

[ominous music]

[exhale]

- Hey. Um, the copier says out of order.

- Right, yeah, Frank said it needs repair.

But you can use the one in the Pro Shop.

[sighs]

[phone ringing tone]

[indistinct chatter]

- Well, what we got to do is move that pin from 17

because no one's ever going to make that shot.

[phone ringing]

[laughing]

Pardon me, gentlemen.

What is it? I'm in the middle of a business dinner.

- Meet me here tonight.

- Tonight? That's impossible.

- 10 o'clock. Be here.

- Vanessa!

- I was wondering when you were going to be home.

- Ugh, crazy day.

Just came back from the hospital.

Second time today.

- Yeah, I heard. How's the caddie?

- Still critical. Still in a coma.

- That's terrible.

- Do you think the paper will do a story on the caddie?

- I mean, they'll do something with the Metro Report.

They'll probably take tips from the public.

But guess who I spoke to today.

Tracy Harkin.

- What?

- Yeah, she emailed the editor

about doing a story on her sister.

He tossed it to me. - Why you?

- Well, he knows that I'm intrigued

by the management of the Club. - You didn't tell me that.

- Well, there's nothing to tell.

I mean, you know,

he doesn't even know that there's a story there,

but he's letting me pursue it.

- Have you looked into Frank Sanders?

- Just an internet search.

Why? You think there's something there?

- Maybe.

- Okay, alright, well, I'll look into it.

Want to mix the salad while I get the pasta?

- Yeah. - Okay.

So I am meeting Tracy in the morning.

- You buried the lead.

- She wants the paper to do a story on her sister Lisa

to pressure the police into making the investigation public.

- I can't believe they're so reluctant to tell her anything.

Harlan's got high-level contacts.

If he hints that we're doing

a story of police stonewalling a family member,

maybe that'll make a difference.

- Maybe.

[rhythmic music]

- Sit.

- I don't appreciate being summoned like this.

- I said, "Sit."

I'll need your personal guarantee that you'll transfer

my share of the tournament fees

within 24 hours of the completion.

- Yeah, I can do that.

- And... After speaking with the girls,

my take will be 25%.

[scoffs] Plus a fixed fee

of $10,000 for my team.

- That's a little rich.

- And not just this tournament.

I'm counting on them every two months.

If you can't deliver, we're done.

- That is not how this works.

- You owe me. Remember?

I'll decide how this works.

- I have other partners on this deal.

I was being very generous at 15%.

- Do I need to remind you

that I got you out of a very sticky situation?

Taking care of a dead body.

Not going to the police.

- The police?

Sweetie,

you run a call-girl service.

I don't think you're going to the police.

- You don't know what I'm capable of.

- Vanessa, please.

- That's the deal. I suggest you take it.

Show him out.

- I don't like being threatened.

[roadway noises]

- Thanks for meeting me here.

Tell me about Lisa and her job at the Country Club.

- She liked her boss, Ava.

She never really said anything bad about her.

- Could you think of anything of why she might have left?

- She vaguely mentions some financial stuff

she thought seemed odd,

but she never really seemed concerned about it.

Not like that.

It's not like she was being threatened.

She would have told me.

Whatever she came across must have happened

right before her last day.

- Was she talking to anybody else?

- I introduced her to some of the staff.

I think she sort of dated one of the caddies.

- Do you know who?

- Milo. They were friends.

- Did you know he was in the hospital?

He was hit by a car a few nights ago.

- My god...

It all adds up.

- What do you mean?

- They got Lisa.

Milo is her friend, and now they want to shut him up too.

It's obvious that they're doing this.

- Tracy, we don't know that, okay?

[bell on door ringing]

- What's it going to take to get someone to believe

that something is going on at that Club?

- Tracy, I know how horrible this is for you.

Okay? My editor is putting a lot of pressure on the cops.

He's demanding a statement about your sister's disappearance.

- Statement. A statement?

- He's trying to make the investigation go public.

- I'm probably next. - Tracy, just...

- I'm not safe here.

- Tracy, we can help you. [bell on door ringing]

[tense music]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone vibrating]

- Hey, Mom. It's me.

Can I come stay for a few days?

I'm worried about...

[tires screeching]

[screaming]

[horn honking continuously]

[groaning]

[phone ringing tone]

- Better Business Bureau.

- Yes, I'm trying to find out some information

about a company that went into bankruptcy.

- Of course. The name of the company?

- Yes, Gregson Securities.

- Gregson Securities... - CEO was Frank Sanders.

- Yes, I see it here. But no "Frank Sanders"

associated with that business.

- No one by that name.

- No.

- Who was the CEO of record in 2007?

- I'm seeing a "Gary Withomes."

- Okay. - I hope that's helpful.

- Yeah, absolutely. Wonderful.

- Anything else? - No, you've been a great help.

- Thanks for calling. - Have a good day. Bye-bye.

[gentle, mysterious music]

[knocking]

- Cassie? What's up?

- Um, is Jeb here?

- Jeb? Uh, no.

What's going on?

- I know we don't know each other very well,

but I'm friends with Milo and I'm trying to help him.

- Do you know who ran him over?

- No.

[sighs]

- Cassie, um...

Milo thought that the scholarship fund

took in more money than they gave out.

They were like, stealing from it or something.

- What? - I think he was just

suspicious from what he was reading online or whatever.

Why did you ask about Jeb?

[scoffs]

- I think he's working for Frank.

- What do you mean?

- Well, at the hospital yesterday,

I heard him on the phone. He was upset with someone.

Like,

Like, they put him up to something

that he didn't want to do. - Wait...

You think Frank has something to do with Milo's accident?

- I don't know.

That's why I need to find Jeb. [phone ringing]

I got to take this.

- Cassie...

Just... be careful.

- Uh, Tracy was just in a car accident.

- Oh, my God.

- Yeah, it happened right after we met for coffee.

- You think someone could have caused the accident?

- I don't know, I mean...

First Milo, now this.

It's odd.

- Are you at the Gazette?

- Yeah, I am. - I'm coming over.

- I must admit your story's compelling.

But you need to confirm it.

The scholarship scam lacks evidence.

You're at dead ends with Lisa Harkin and Milo.

And Tracy's accident is just that.

There's no story here.

- Well,

can we pressure the police?

- Nah, even if they would pay attention, it might backfire.

- How? - Frank Sanders

and the board could sue. - And say what?

- Claim defamation. Saying we're intentionally

destroying the Club's reputation,

costing them millions.

Look, this has been very illuminating.

But we got deadlines.

Jamie, you bring me something on Sanders

and I'll listen.

But I can't run a paper on hunches.

- Of course, sir.

- Yeah. Good luck.

- What now?

- Well, I've got a lead that could be helpful.

I uncovered a court-issued acquittal of Frank

from a lawsuit filed against him a few years ago.

- Sounds promising.

- Yeah, what are you going to do?

- Go see Ava. - Ava?

- If anyone knows what's going on, it's her.

What do we have to lose, right?

- Right.

- Love you. - Love you.

[gentle, mysterious music]

[exhales]

- Embezzlement?

You're accusing us of embezzling funds?

- Look, new membership has doubled,

tournament registrations are through the roof.

The scholarship is overfunded, but the bank accounts are empty.

Where's the money, Ava?

It's going somewhere, you have to see that.

- Cassie, this conversation is over.

[sighs] I'm afraid your employment

will be terminated after this weekend.

- What? You're firing me?

- I just can't see how you can continue to work here.

Finish up the vendor contracts. I'll take over after that.

- And if I don't?

- I wouldn't push it.

- You're either incredibly naive...

Or you're in on it.

- You know what? You can leave now.

[phone ringing]

- This is Cassie.

Mm-hmm, yeah, I'll be on that paperwork in five minutes.

Mm-hmm.

- Finish your job. And stay out of our business.

- It was you on the phone with Jeb, wasn't it?

He's your guy, isn't he?

I know Lisa Harkin found something.

She was going to expose you and you got rid of her.

Is she dead?

- I don't like being accused.

There are consequences.

- Consequences?

Like what happened to Milo? Or Tracy Harkin?

- Get out.

Now.

Get out of here!

- Do you really want to make a scene?

[sighs]

- This is Frank Sanders. I have a security problem

in the executive offices.

[indistinct chatter]

- You're awake!

- Hey, Cassie.

- I took off work to come and check in on my caddie

to see how he was doing.

- Yeah, your dad's been giving me legal advice

on medical insurance.

Says he can make sure the Club covers my bills.

- Well, how are you feeling?

- Better.

I have a major concussion, but...

They say I'm very lucky.

- I'm so sorry.

- It was no accident, Cassie.

They ran me down.

- You can't be sure of that.

no

I think they're trying to shut me up.

- Who's trying to shut you up?

- They're embezzling money from the Club.

Lots of money.

- How do you know that?

- Lisa and I were really close.

And she told me that she overheard conversations

about a huge scam going on

with the membership dues.

Like, hundreds of thousands of dollars.

- Who did she overhear?

- She didn't say.

And management seemed to know everything we were doing.

- Like what?

- I mentioned some of the things that she told me

to some of the guys and next thing...

She was gone.

- Was Jeb there?

- Yeah. He was there.

- You should get some rest.

- Thank you, Mr. Randolf.

- Glad you're feeling better.

- Thanks.

[footsteps]

- I don't know.

Just because that girl said those things,

doesn't make them true.

- Dad...

I got fired.

- Oh, Cassie, I'm so sorry.

- I confronted Ava with my suspicions

and she didn't want to hear it.

- You sure about all this?

- I had to do it, Dad.

- In some ways, I'm glad you're out of there.

It isn't a good fit with Frank running the show.

You're okay, right?

- Yeah, yeah.

I really believe that what Lisa told Milo is true.

- I'll do what I can to make the board aware.

[sighs]

You'll go on to find something better, okay?

- I have to see this through.

Don't worry about me.

- I always worry about you, honey.

[phone ringing]

Love you. - I love you too.

Hello?

- This is Tracy Harkin.

I got a message you wanted to chat.

- Yes! Thank you for calling me.

I heard you were in an accident, are you alright?

- Yeah. I'm a bit bruised up, but I'm fine.

- My gosh, it must have been so scary.

- Cassie, I think it was intentional.

They said my brakes failed.

- Oh my gosh.

- I just had my brakes serviced.

[sighs]

- The Gazette is interested in your story.

Getting it out in public can make all the difference.

- Forget that. I just called to tell you to be careful.

'Cause...

I was lucky and my sister was not.

And you could be next.

- If we could just get some of the circumstances

of your accident out there, then maybe we could...

- No, no. I gotta go.

[distant machines beeping]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I'm sorry they did this to you, man.

- They?

- Sanders asked me to keep an eye on you.

He was worried about what Lisa may have told you.

- How does he even know about us, Jeb?

- I told him.

He wanted to know who she was hanging out with.

- Why would you do that?

- I needed the money.

I told him about what you said at the party

and how you were going to expose him.

And now you end up here.

- And Lisa?

Where did she end up?

Huh?

[sighs]

My god, Jeb...

I thought we were friends. - We were... We are!

We are friends.

Look, Sanders is lying.

Okay?

He's denying he had anything to do with your accident, but...

- Jeb?

You gotta tell the cops.

- I can't do that, Milo.

- Then, why are you here?

- I gotta go. - No. Jeb!

Jeb!

- Hey, Jeb!

- I don't want to talk to you.

- I heard what you said to Milo.

He's right. You have to go to the cops.

It's the only way to expose Frank Sanders.

[sighs]

What?

Tell me.

- He asked me to follow Lisa.

To keep an eye on her because he thought

that she was up to something.

And...

He said that she could ruin the Club

and that I would be out of a job.

- What was she up to?

- She kept digging into the Club's finances, and...

I guess it pissed him off.

- What did she find?

- I don't know.

But whatever it was, it had to be very important.

- Listen to me.

Go to the cops, tell them what you know.

- You crazy?

And get myself killed?

No, thanks.

- Hey, love. Where are you?

- Hey, at the hospital. About to head to Pinecrest.

- Pinecrest?

- Jeb was just here.

Apparently, Frank had him following Lisa Harkin around.

Said she was putting her nose where it didn't belong.

I have to print that document.

It's our only way of proving something.

- God, Cassie, if they catch you...

- I know. Did you find anything?

- Yes. I got to talk to Sanders's ex-partner.

He hates the guy.

I mean, he bled the company dry

and then declared bankruptcy.

He's convinced that Pinecrest

is another one of Sanders' scams.

- By the way,

give Tracy a call when you can.

I don't think the car crash was an accident.

Someone tampered with her brakes.

You can probably find proof if you locate the wrecked car.

I got to go. - Yeah, I'll see you soon.

- Okay, love you.

[gentle music]

[insects chirping]

[keys rattling]

[♪♪]

[beeping]

[printer humming]

[Ava]: Not on the desk.

[Frank]: Oh, what's the matter?

Okay, okay, I get it.

Let's go to the couch out there.

- This is getting old, Frank.

With all the money you made from the tournament,

why can't you get a hotel suite like a normal philanderer?

- Don't be such a princess. You never complained before.

- Well, I am now.

Go get some glasses from the kitchen.

I need a drink.

- Why are so pissed?

- I want a bigger share, Frank.

If it weren't for me, there would be no tournament.

- Ava...

You are missing the bigger picture.

The tournament is just a small piece of it.

With the membership dues and the scholarship funds,

we'll have over two million dollars set aside just for us.

Then, we just have to wait

for Pinecrest to file for Chapter 11.

- Maybe I don't trust you.

[phone vibrating]

[Frank]: What's that noise?

Well... Isn't this a surprise?

[ominous music]

- I just came to grab a few things from my desk.

- How long have you been there?

- What's in your hand?

- Uh, just some forms I need for my employment.

- Oh, show me. - Stop her!

- Come here.

[screaming] - Let go of me!

No, no, please!

- Stop!

- Ooh...

Ava, you sure you know how to use that thing?

- Trust me, I know how to use it.

You're a very determined girl, Cassie.

You know, I genuinely liked you.

But all that doesn't matter now.

[crying] - What happened to Lisa?

- Oh, she was very determined too.

But she was sloppy.

And sloppy can be dangerous

when you underestimate your opponent.

- You had something to do with Lisa?

- Oh, a bit.

- You were supposed to scare her into quitting.

- Well, I needed a more permanent solution, Frank!

[crying]

- There is a mountain of money that is missing from this Club.

It's going to come out eventually.

- Maybe.

But not tonight!

- What are you doing?

- Move. - No, no!

- Let's go! - No!

[Ava]: Come on! [Cassie]: Let go of me!

[struggling] - Shut up!

Ava! What is the plan?

- Move your ass. [thuds, grunts]

[groans] She's going for the carts!

[engines rearing]

[gasping]

- Oh, no! [shouting]

Stop! [panting]

Now what?

- You're about to get into a little accident!

- What?

- Frank, take off her blouse.

- What is the plan, Ava? - Do it!

- No, stop! No! Stop, stop!

[breathing heavily]

I'll do it. I'll do it.

- Go on, then.

You heard me, do it!

[sobbing]

You know what to do, Frank.

Rough her up!

- What?

- Make it look good.

Lonely girl goes for a midnight walk.

Ends up dead!

- Are you kidding?

- Does it look like I'm kidding?

Hit her!

- My god.

This is what you did with the caddie.

You were supposed to spook him, not try to kill him!

And the sister's accident...

- Oh, you're brilliant, Frank.

Now, get to work!

- No.

Ava, we got to let her go. Take our chances in court.

- Maybe you will.

- Give me the gun.

You have to.

[gunshot]

[screaming, sobbing]

- Oh, my God.

Ava, please.

Please don't do this.

- You're about to become another unfortunate crime statistic.

- I won't say a word.

[crying] You will never see me again.

- Get down!

[screaming]

[struggling]

[tense music]

- Stop. [gunshot]

[panting]

Tracy? - Keep the gun on her!

- I'm okay. - You okay?

- Yeah, but I can't believe it's you.

- I didn't come alone.

- What? - Cassie!

- Jamie? Jamie, it's Ava.

Frank... Frank, he's been shot. He's over there.

- Let go of me!

- What happened to my sister?

Answer me!

- She had to go.

She stuck her nose where it didn't belong.

- You killed my sister for money?

Cassie, give me the gun.

- No. - Give it to me!

- No! - Give me the gun.

She'll get away with it!

- Tracy,

I will not let you throw your life away.

- Yes, a man has been shot.

I need the police and an ambulance.

Pinecrest Country Club.

- Don't move.

- I'm just so...

So sick of being used

by these self-righteous Country Club low lives!

Covering up their scams day after day...

Only to be pushed down in the end.

- There's no sympathy for you.

Where is she?

Where is my sister?

- She's in the pond by the 16th green.

- They're on the way.

- Stay down, Ava!

[gentle piano music]

Tracy...

I'm so sorry.

[sobbing]

- It was self-defence!

[indistinct chatter]

- I reprinted Lisa's documents.

It shows how much they were skimming

off the membership dues.

- Who knew? Behind the scenes of a Country Club

could be a good story.

You got good instincts.

[rhythmic music]

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