(Muzak playing)
Case log A275.
21st and Johnson, corner grocery.
Subject: Betty Hogenson.
Turning down aisle nine.
Approaching in five, four,
three, two...
Ooh, hi. Sorry. Sorry.
Uh, the, uh--
Behind you, up there. The Oat Mix Plus.
Can you grab me one of those, please?
Sure.
(camera shutter clicking)
Thank you very much. You've been assessed
and photographed for OreMark Cross insurance.
My name is Todd Wright, and I'm assigned your case. Wait.
What's going on? Are you a lawyer?
Uh, no. Private detective.
Well, I was. Now I'm doing this.
You are not wearing your neck brace,
you are clearly fine,
but you are still collecting disability
from your employer, the Portland Airport,
where you were injured while vacuuming?
I really need that money.
I'm sorry, it's just my job.
I need money, too.
Okay? Mom?
Can we get these with the SNAP card?
Please, Mommy?
BETTY: Please.
All right. Delete photos.
But you have to go back to work at the airport.
Soon. Okay?
And wear your neck brace.
Yes, I will. Thank you.
And don't get that cereal, okay? It rots your teeth.
And the prizes inside are total junk.
♪ ♪
Look, if you don't pay some sort of rent,
I'm gonna get grief from Mom.
This is how you put away the hose?
It's coiled.
And why is a tiny little room
in your garage her concern? (phone ringing)
She doesn't want you freeloading off of Chuck and me.
(mutes phone)
Yeah, that's why I'm paying rent.
Or why I will. Next week, half.
(phone ringing) A third.
Mom. Hello.
MARGARET: Put your brother on the phone.
No. Allison, say I'm not here. I...
You're here. Hello. What? Hi.
I'm not speaking to you.
You are coming to my new condo tonight,
and you are picking up all the boxes of crap
that you left in your old room
that I have now paid good money to haul across the city.
Yeah, tonight's not great, actually,
and as you well know, I don't have
a lot of room over here.
You can jam some stuff in our basement.
No, no, no, no, no, Todd,
you are not turning Allison's house into a dump,
like you did mine. (Allison mutters)
I turned your home into a dump with three boxes?
It is four boxes, and your sister and her husband
have done enough for you already.
Good God, Todd!
Careening through life, making the rest of us
pick up the pieces.
You still owe me $9,000. (FaceTime beeps)
Mom, you hit the FaceTime button.
I did not. I can hear you perfectly.
Yes, and I can see you. You're on video.
No, I am... Oh.
Well, okay.
I need for you to put together a plan
to live an adult, financially solvent life.
Great. And I think that plan begins with not talking to you
when things are super crappy for me.
God, I lost my job.
Two years ago.
And that is a mess you walked right into.
How is this helpful?
A-And should you really be FaceTiming while driving?
I am in the parking lot of Best Buy,
picking up my new television set.
Oh, congrats. Must be nice.
Guess you don't really need that $9,000 back, huh?
Good God. I have to get to work,
but you will pick up your boxes tonight.
Oh...
♪ ♪
♪ Have you lost your mind yet? ♪
♪ To get free tonight... ♪
Are we wrapping this couch in plastic?
I have no idea. Ask the owner,
whatever his name is. Uh, Harry.
Oh, there he is. Excuse me, sir.
Are we wrapping this couch?
Sir?
We wrapping this couch? Excuse me.
Hello? Hello?! Where's he going?
♪ Get free tonight... ♪
Are Kim's family here yet? Yep.
Got 'em in conference room B. Okay.
And the girlfriend's with them. Oh.
Oh, by the way, the father is very crotchety today.
Of course he is, they've been stewing for two weeks.
(muttering): Did they wrap the gray couch?
Hello? Harry, where are you?
Good afternoon. Kim, how are we doing today?
I just want this whole thing to be over with.
This delay has been awful.
Did the prosecutor recover from his thing?
The concussion?
The trial will resume on Monday, as planned.
Just three more days. My daughter's life
is in your hands, Margaret.
I will do everything I can to clear her name.
But right now,
we need to refocus
and go over all of our testimonies. You ready?
I didn't kill him.
Let's prove that to the jury.
And Kim's ankle monitor will be updated
so she can go to court Monday. Okay.
Good God.
Nadia should be working from home.
She's still looking for witnesses
who saw Kim on the bus.
She is gonna have that baby
all over this brand-new carpeting.
(elevator bell dings)
(exhales sharply)
Uh, I'm paying you back.
I could give you $1,000 a month for nine months,
but don't cash it until...
Mom?
Mom, are you okay?
Harry has...
I think Harry has...
I came here after work,
and he wasn't here.
And I thought maybe he was back at the old house
with the movers.
But he-he never came.
It's 10:00.
Okay, well, maybe he's been in a car accident.
We should call the police. He disconnected his phone.
And I got to looking around, and, um,
the only thing that he took was a small suitcase
and his laptop and--
(gasps) Oh, my God.
That-- All-- He's taken all of his pills.
That box was full of his medications.
Wait. What medications?
TODD: Did you know that Harry
has Parkinson's disease?
Yes, I knew.
What do you mean "disappeared"?
He's disconnected his phone.
Wait, you knew?
You knew, and I didn't?
You have been fighting with Mom for two years.
How long has he been gone? Uh...
Five or six hours.
Todd...
Harry's father killed himself.
Like, 20 years ago, he was diagnosed with brain cancer,
and he couldn't deal with it, so he...
he jumped off the Fremont Bridge.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Wright to the ICU. Dr. Wright to the ICU.
ALLISON: Todd, I'm sorry, I-I'm being paged.
I'll call you back as soon as I can.
(call beeps off)
Okay, no.
This isn't happening.
This is crazy. This is bananas.
He's not just gonna disappear on you.
Todd, Harry might've gone off to...
No, no, no, no. Wh-Wh-Why take a-all of your medications
if your plan is to off yourself? And his laptop?
No, no. This isn't that.
Okay? This is something else, and we're not gonna
let him get away with it. I'm not.
All right, uh, okay.
D-Does he have a credit card that's just his?
I-I need, I need a receipt for something that he bought.
The new TV.
Maybe the receipt is taped up there on the top.
3752. Okay, that's an Amex card.
Uh, call American Express from my address book.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Call Amex late payment department.
No, no, no, no.
Just call regular Amex customer service.
(phone beeps, dials) What?
Okay, I need
Harry's social security number... (line ringing)
...date and city of birth, and mother's maiden name.
Just write it down.
Right here, right now. Go. Okay. Okay.
AMEX OPERATOR: Good evening. American Express.
Oh, yes, hi, hello, good evening. This is
Harry McDonald, and I just need
some information about my recent purchases.
Todd, this is illegal. AMEX OPERATOR: Just a moment, sir.
This is identity theft.
Want me to play by the rules,
or you want me to find your husband?
(cell phone rings) Oh. Hello?
Mom... Oh, no, no, no. I can't talk ri...
What? Oh.
My investigator Nadia, her water broke.
Mom, get off the phone.
Oh, uh, uh, uh, I-I-I-- No.
Just, whatever info you have, email it to my phone,
and I... You don't have to say, "Email it to your phone."
If you get email on your phone, it just goes to your phone.
AMEX OPERATOR: Mr. McDonald,
I'll need your birthdate
and your mother's maiden name to continue.
Uh, yes, oh, yes, of course. Uh, 8/21/59
and, uh, Bottlethwaite. AMEX OPERATOR: And it looks like
you've recently moved and changed your
home address to the one in Gresham.
Um... no, I did not move to Gresham.
That's... 45 minutes from here.
What address do you have?
AMEX OPERATOR: I'm sorry, I can't give you
that information.
Unless... (sighs)
AMEX OPERATOR: ...you can verify that you are,
in fact, Harry McDonald.
Yes, damn it, I am Harry McDonald.
Born in Houston, Texas.
Social security: 913-86-1536.
And I just bought a TV from Best Buy
for... $1,347. What the hell am I doing?
AMEX OPERATOR: Mr. McDonald, the address I have
for you is 1683
South East Carnola Way,
Gresham, 97030.
But now I'll need to bring on a security adv...
(gasps) Todd.
Don't hang up. Now they might contact the police or something.
Great. Let them.
Harry is missing. The police can help us find him.
But then... what do we do now?
Now, we drive to Gresham
to find your husband.
♪ ♪
It's empty.
Looked in all the windows. No furniture, nothing.
I could probably pick the lock in back, but... No.
Todd, no. That's criminal. Six months minimum.
While you were gone,
I was picturing him in there.
What if he hung himself in that garage?
Like Bradley Coopman in that Madonna movie,
Starborn.
Like Bradley Cooper
in the Lady Gaga movie A Star Is Born?
And why would he send his bills
to a house where he's dead? That doesn't make any sense.
(phone ringing)
It's Allison. Don't answer that.
I don't want anyone in the family to know what's going on.
You know I'm in the family, right?
Hang up. Fine.
So, what do we do now? (sighs)
Sit here? Waiting?
We have no other leads, he is linked to this house,
and he has to sleep somewhere tonight.
(smacks lips)
MARGARET: This is insane.
I mean, this seat
is filthy. (stammers)
What is all this junk down here at my feet?
Is that a telescope?
It's a lens for a camera, a long lens.
Todd, without your license,
you are not allowed to work as a private detective
in the state of... Yes, I know that. Thank you very much, Mother.
I am just finding people and taking photos
for health insurance companies, okay? Pays the bills.
Almost. Well, I had hoped
that you would get out of this field altogether,
considering the amount of trouble you got yourself into.
Mom, I am a private detective.
You were. It is all I've
ever wanted to be.
You gave me that copy of Harriet the Spy when I was nine,
and I am very, very good at this job.
Well... And if it weren't for me,
you would still be in your empty condo alone
with no idea where your husband is.
As opposed to where we are,
which is nowhere.
(electric recliner humming)
(owl hooting)
(cat yowling)
TODD: Who was having a baby on the phone?
Oh, that's Nadia.
She's the investigator on my current case. Oh.
You remember my sorority sister Celia? No.
And her daughter Kim.
No. Todd, Kim.
We tried to set you up with her once,
but she thought you were weird.
She has now been accused
of murdering her boss.
Oh. Oh, great. That's nice.
He sexually assaulted her
at the office Christmas party.
Oh. Anyway,
the boss leaves the party a few hours later,
goes to the rooftop
of a nearby parking garage,
and is shot to death sitting in his car.
Oh.
But she didn't do it?
No forensic evidence, no gunpowder, nothing.
Though she did own a gun once.
Oh. But she lost it two years ago when
she moved back in with her parents.
In any event, we're trying to nail down witnesses
who saw her on the bus
before the trial resumes on Monday.
Resumes? Yes.
The state prosecutor fell down the stairs in his home
and gave himself a serious concussion.
So the judge granted them a two-week continuance.
He has a serious concussion
and he's coming back to work
in two weeks? Yes.
I've tracked down a few concussed people,
and if you've really got one,
you're on strict bed rest for a month, minimum.
So the state prosecutor is a liar.
What's the name of this concussion guy?
Christopher Barrett. Christopher Barrett.
Wait, so you're gonna look him up on your phone. Wonderful.
Your generation is addicted to your devices. Mr. Barrett. Oh.
His daughter... Try to solve everything through apps, and...
Who has a TikTok, of course.
...then beepMo and podcasts. Uh-huh.
Oh. Oh, yes. There. Oh, God,
I cannot keep my eyes open. Oh, hello,
Mr. Serious Concussion Man. How do you ignore the odor in this car?
Mom, take a look at this.
What is this? What is she doing?
Is that Tok-Tok?
Is that him?
That's him exercising, what's that,
six, seven, eight days ago?
Looks fine to me.
But then, this is a lie.
If he is not injured,
then they are stalling.
They are waiting for a piece of evidence
that they don't have, so that they--
We have to get down to the courthouse right now.
Start the car. Oh, my God, it's 2:00 in the morning.
Oh, God, but then who's gonna stay here
to watch the house for Harry?
Here, hold this.
These burners could be our eyes.
Disposable phones, Mom.
TODD: This place is closed.
MARGARET: But by law,
the records room has to be attended
24 hours a day,
and, if you play your cards right,
you just might get in there.
Damn it.
Okay, you stay here, I'll go around front.
Can I help you?
Uh, yes. I am Inspector Clip
with the Portland Gas Company,
and someone has reported a leak in the records room,
so I just need access to that so I can check on it.
A gas leak?
Mm-hmm. MARGARET: Todd.
What are you doing?
How are you, Jenny dear? Hi.
The, uh, new guard let me in. Uh-huh.
Edgar. Mm-hmm.
Will you please let us into the records room?
I have a pressing matter.
And this is my son Todd.
Hi.
MARGARET: I must have spent years of my life down here
filing and sorting briefs.
Once I passed the bar, I got my nails done
and swore I'd never break another one pulling files.
Ah, found it. Right here.
Okay, bring it.
All right, so this is my case.
Now, I want you to flip to the evidence log in the back.
How many pieces of evidence have been logged and tagged?
It's the back flap, yes? Red box.
Nine. Nine, okay, same here.
Maybe not new evidence.
Try the front flap, gray box. How many witnesses?
Witnesses... 15.
Fifteen or 50? Fifteen.
One, five. Fifteen. Okay.
13, 14, 15.
Sixteen.
They're introducing a new witness.
Isn't that something that happens? Yes.
But they're required to file weeks in advance, and inform me.
Witness OA1--
They must have found someone after the start of the trial,
and they're filing in secret because they don't want me
to find out and block it.
So, like, someone who saw her kill him.
She didn't kill him, Todd.
Okay, someone who thinks they saw her kill him.
Witness OA16.
"Witness in possession of a Vex800-MP9." What is...
MP9 is a kind of digital video file.
Like, from a security camera.
So they have a new witness who has a video
of something bad for you.
Something bad enough to make them fake an injury
and slow down the case.
Are you sure she didn't kill him?
(alarm sounding) (gasps)
Todd-- Wait, Todd. What did you touch?
That's not me. I don't-- Oh, wait, no, that's my phone.
It's the burners. The cameras that we left.
There's activity at that house.
(gasps) Who was that? Was that Harry?
He's locking the door.
What does he have in his hands?
What is that? It's a baby.
TODD: That's not Harry.
Who the hell was that?
Our in-house investigator, Lyle, who is remarkably precise,
is right down there.
He can get you access to the RMLS website,
and maybe you can find out more about...
that house that Harry...
In Gresham.
Mom, it's okay.
I'll find him, I promise.
No, no. I am fine.
Kim will be here any minute,
and I do not let my personal life interfere with my work.
♪ The way I'm slippin' away ♪
♪ I turn my feelings on ♪
♪ You made me untouchable... ♪
Hey. Morning.
Ooh.
♪ And you wasn't polite... ♪
Hey, are you Lyle?
I need access to the RMLS property info database.
And you are?
Todd. Wright.
My mother Margaret Wright is a partner here, so
she's basically your boss. (chuckles)
Your mother is not my boss.
I'm an employee of the firm,
answering only to the bylaws of the corporation.
None of us share investigative database access
with nonemployees.
Okay. Nor with former investigators
stripped of their licenses following criminal charges
for illegal wiretapping and forgery.
I had nothing to do with the forgery.
Oh, I remember your defense.
You were seduced and deceived by your mentor.
You thought you were equal partners
in your little detective agency,
and you had no idea she was making you
the fall guy for her criminal activities.
Yeah. That's right.
Well, your mother could keep you out of jail,
but she can't force you in my office.
Good day. Look,
I just need information about a house.
It's personal, for my mom.
Personal searches are strictly forbidden.
And so is eating in my office. Crumbs. Get out!
(vacuum whining)
(sighs heavily)
(indistinct chatter)
Oh, my God. Todd.
Hi.
Susan. Hi.
You work for my mother?
I work with your mother.
Wow, I haven't seen you since we...
We? Since you. I mean, I didn't...
Okay, since I... I would never. You were the...
Well, it ended.
I didn't...
You're married.
Oh, engaged, just last month.
Peter. Peter. Cool.
You know, I have to tell you that your mom is
such a wonderful woman.
She's so encouraging and supportive.
Uh, okay. (door shuts)
Hey, listen,
maybe you'd be willing to do my mother a little favor.
You see, uh, there's this house in Gresham...
NIKI: Kim is my girlfriend.
Her house arrest should be at my place.
She says you just cry and he's yelling all day.
Who the hell do you think you are?
She's my daughter, damn it.
KIM: Can both of you please
stop fighting?
Walter, Niki,
go somewhere else, please.
CELIA: They're just upset.
WALTER: Just don't say anything. Come with me.
MARGARET: Just relax, Kim, relax.
(whispering indistinctly)
MARGARET: It's all gonna be fine,
I promise you.
Take a deep breath, all right?
(grunts)
Just, uh...
NIKI (over earbud): I only wanted to protect her.
WALTER (over earbud): And that is our secret, okay?
If anyone can get her off, it's this bitch lawyer
that Celia hired.
Just keep it... (door opens)
Good morning.
I want to thank you all for coming back in
on such short notice.
I have discovered that the prosecution
has a new witness.
(over earbud): And this witness may possess
security camera footage that incriminates Kim.
Now, Kim, we've been through this many times,
but when you left the party, did you go
straight to the bus stop,
or did you go into or near any buildings? No.
She was home by 12:30, Mar.
I heard her come in.
Is there any chance anyone saw you
with a gun that night?
I know you lost your gun... Two years ago.
(over earbud): My God, what is going on here?
I am the victim, not him.
Oh, here you are.
Hi. Hi. I got the info that you wanted.
That house is a rental owned by Lodging and Rental Incorporated.
Thank you. That's their info.
Is it really for your mom?
Yeah.
Mm. Absolutely.
No, no, I'm helping her...
You just needed me to get around Lyle, didn't you?
Yeah, just kind of put me in an awkward position with him.
Well, I'm sorry, I...
I lost my PI license,
and I can't run my own municipal searches.
But you like to...
Play by the rules. Yeah. Right. And I'm...
Oh, uh, no, no, no, don't, don't.
I'm not, uh, that's... (indistinct voices over earbud)
That's not-- I'm not, um...
Can I just... I'm sorry.
Thank you. No. No, thank you. I'm just gonna go back to... Bye.
Susan, wait. (sighs)
Hey, Mom, I got the info on that Gresham house.
(gasps) Oh. The man we saw, "Tomas," is the landlord.
He lives down the street. He's married to Rosa,
and I found her on Instagram holding their newborn baby.
So he was probably out for a walk
trying to get the baby back to sleep. Yeah.
And maybe dropping off something
for his new tenant, Harry.
Anyway, I just left a voice mail for Tomas.
And by the way, I noticed that you have photos
of Allison and Lawrence on your desk, but none of me.
So thank you.
Todd, those are your siblings' wedding photos.
Get married and I'll be glad to include you. (phone vibrates)
(scoffs)
Allison has called me four times
since I was in my meeting.
I wonder what's going on.
Oh, well, she knows.
I told her about Harry before you told me
not to tell anybody.
Anyway, she would like both of us
to come over for dinner tonight.
She invited you for family dinner?
Oh, hi, Mom. Chuck, they're here.
Mom, I'm-- I don't even know what to say. I know.
Come on in, please, please, please.
Yeah. Hey. So Harry just disappeared in the night
to go kill himself?
(harsh whisper): Chuck. What are you doing?
It was just a question.
Why would you say that? Coat, please.
No, I don't need a hug. Um...
Why would you say that? Todd, would you shut the door, please?
Why are you giving this to me? Oh. Wait. Actually, no, don't.
Hi, Chet. Perfect timing. Hey.
I'm just gonna murder everybody. Oh.
Where's your invisible husband Lawrence?
Well, he can't make it.
Your brother's a busy guy. To be expected.
Your daddy's working?
And this daddy needs a beer.
Okay. I just...
ALLISON: Todd, shut the door.
I'm holding a human being.
TODD: You've been having family dinner without me?
Without Uncle Todd?
Every week? You dinner? No me?
ALLISON: Mom, again, Chuck and I are so sorry
to hear this crazy, awful news.
And we will do whatever we can to support you.
Allison, thank you.
Um, it is nice to have my whole family together
at this time.
Well, almost whole. Uh, is your brother com--
Chet, is Lawrence coming?
No. Unfortunately, he's still stuck in Hood River
dealing with the flood.
Oh, of course, of course.
His job is very important.
He is the chief
of staff for the governor of Oregon.
(Margaret chuckles)
Allison, is this the only wine that we have?
What about that nice bottle of cabernet
I bought you for Chuck's birthday? Oh, yeah.
I think we still have that. Oh, and, um,
maybe some nicer napkins.
These ones are so thin. ALLISON: Sure. Of course.
Chuck, would you get the wine?
But it's my cabernet. Chuck, please?
Okay.
Thank you.
And how is Celia's case doing?
I mean her daughter; the one who thought Todd was weird.
MARGARET: Oh, Kim.
Well, the prosecution is playing very dirty.
They are trying to slide a surprise witness
into the entire... Niki and the dad,
they have solid alibis, right?
Yes, Todd.
And they are not suspects. Okay.
And what were they? Their alibis?
What are you so suspicious of?
I just don't trust this Niki person.
Or the dad.
They were acting really weird today,
and frankly, I don't like how they were talking about Mom.
When were they talking about me?
Well, before the meeting, they were huddled up
and talking about protecting Kim
and their secret,
and he called you a...
And how do you know this?
My phone ended up in the--
I heard them, okay?
It was just a little digital eavesdropping, and...
MARGARET: You were recording
my clients' private conversation?
No, I wasn't recording them, but I should have.
Didn't your business partner... But it's no big deal.
...go to jail for this?
I was collecting information for you.
Todd! I think I'm gonna take Clem upstairs.
I think we should finish this in the living room.
How could you be so stupid?
You were spying on--
After everything I've done for you. Oh, come on.
I lent you money, I have defended you in court,
and yet you are hellbent on destroying yourself.
No, I'm not. What is this, a German opera?
God, I have been by your side
for two whole days while Allison's at work.
And Lawrence isn't even here, but I am.
I am here for you in your time of need.
Even though you didn't quite do the same for me
when Dad died, did you?
Excuse me?
"I don't let my personal life get in the way of my work."
Yeah, very clear. Very clear.
Dad dies, suddenly poof, gone.
They're off in college and I'm at home, alone,
while you're, what, taking the bar exam,
breaking nails in the courthouse basement?
And now you're all, "What's wrong with you?
Why is your life always a mess?"
I mean, seriously, honestly, back then,
it was like both my parents had died.
(door opens, shuts)
It just came out. (phone chimes)
(Todd mutters indistinctly)
(recording): Hi, my name is Tomas Garcia,
and I'm returning a call
to Todd Wingo of the FBI.
I really don't want any trouble.
You asked about Harry McDonald,
but I don't know who that is.
We do have a rental in Gresham, but our new tenant is not him.
Our new tenant is actually a magician,
Morris the Magnificent.
A magician?
ALLISON: So this magician has a shop?
TODD: Apparently.
Thank you for driving me.
My car just needs a new engine.
Why are you still looking for Harry
if you're so mad at Mom? I'm not looking for her,
I'm looking for me.
I just want to know where he is
and what the hell he thinks he's doing.
You never liked him.
Yeah, well, neither did you.
I liked him for Mom.
They were happy, I guess. I don't know.
Marriage is complicated.
(sighs)
Are you and Chuck okay?
Yeah. Why?
You seemed kind of upset with him at dinner,
when Mom was ordering you around.
Chuck is... Chuck.
And it's just easier to let Mom have her way.
You should have learned that by now.
Yeah, but once you let her choose the wine and napkins,
then she's choosing your career,
your clothes, your house.
I mean, where do you end up?
You end up an ER doctor,
married... to Chuck.
Yeah, well, I'm not doing this for her.
I'm doing it for me.
Thanks for the ride.
(car pulls away)
"Beloved local magician Morris the Magnificent
presumed lost at sea."
What?
"Disappeared off cruise ship
after terminal cancer diagnosis."
So he's declared dead two months ago,
and now he's renting a house in Gresham?
That is magic. (loud thud)
(sighs)
Someone's coming to get this.
(exhales sharply)
Text Mom.
Multnomah Parking Garage.
That's... that's where
Kim's boss got shot, right?
Okay.
Gets out of the elevator.
He parked here...
under the broken cameras.
Doesn't see who's hiding over there.
Gets into his car... blammo!
(sighs)
The convention center.
Huh.
NIKI (on video): She gets so depressed
I thought she might hurt herself or do something.
Mom, I know who witness OA16 is, or might be.
I went by the convention center and spoke to Bob, and,
night of the murder, huge expo for this company
that makes those little cameras that go on your dashboard.
Anyway, bunch of people in town from foreign factories.
So maybe some German guy came into town,
puts the device in his rental car.
But convention center parking was full that night,
so he had to park in the overflow lot--
the murder lot.
And his little dash cam, which uses MP9 files,
like it said on that form,
happened to catch footage of the murderer.
Huge job to contact all those drivers,
so maybe they didn't hear back from Germany
until after the trial starts, and then, oop, gotta stall
because suddenly here's footage of Niki blazing away
with Kim's gun.
Todd,
if the prosecution had video of Niki murdering someone,
they wouldn't be proceeding with a case against Kim.
(snaps fingers)
You're right. My theory was only half-cocked.
Everything about you is half-cocked.
But... (sighs) Niki and the dad are guilty of something.
(computer beeping) I-I know it.
What is that? What is that sound?
Ooh, ooh, ooh. It's the tNAB, my tNAB.
It's a little tracking device.
I put it inside that box, and it's-it's moving.
Oh, it's going up Vista. It's turning on Fairmont.
Look, Mom,
it's the perishable box of the dead magician.
MARGARET: And we're following
this magician where? To wherever he's going, okay?
And could you speed up for once? This is technically a car chase.
MARGARET: I will not break the speed limit.
TODD: You're going under
the speed limit. (phone chimes)
(sighs) Wait, uh... Oh, stop.
There it is.
Hmm.
It's moving day. Yeah.
I'll go in there, and I'll say we're buyers for this house,
and then you come up with, like,
a limp, and... No, Todd.
No more lies. It feels fraudulent.
We will tell them who we are and what we need.
The truth.
(sighs)
Excuse me? Hello?
Are you "Morris the Magnificent"?
Yes? TODD: You're Morris,
but you're dead.
Oh, no, you must mean my father, the original Morris.
He-he passed.
So, there's two magicians. Oh.
How can I help you?
I believe you know my husband, Harry McDonald.
Harry who?
He's having his bills sent to your...
new home in Gresham. LAURA: Eddie? Did you order
fresh carrots for the rabbit?
They went to the shop. Oh. Who's this?
They're looking for a Harry McDonald.
I'm sorry, I can't divulge client information.
Client?
Client for what? Who are you?
LAURA: I'm sorry, attorney-client privilege.
TODD: What kind of attorney? LAURA: End of life.
Estate planning. I really shouldn't say
anything more. TODD: Wait, so he's getting all
of his bills sent to you?
A-A-And where is he? Is he already dead?
We are so sorry to bother you.
Thank you very much. Let's go, Todd.
I was just getting somewhere with that woman.
Just get in the car, just stop talking. Get in the car, please.
And smile. Just smile like we're happy
we were here. You look insane right now, Mom.
Why are you acting crazy?
It's Harry's laptop.
I found it in a box marked "Goodwill,"
along with a-a pair of his shoes and a shirt that I recognized.
They're giving away all of his things,
So, you don't want me lying,
but it's okay for you to steal from the Goodwill?
Just open it.
Find out where he is. Track him. Do your thing.
Do it. Mom, it's a laptop, not a crystal ball.
Do it! And he probably
already...
See, he already deleted all his files.
But I'll bet he forgot to wipe all his stored passwords.
Yeah, here we go, still has all his passwords,
but... maybe his junk mail folder...
A-ha. "Walk-in bathtub,
increase libido, goodbye belly fat..."
"Frequent flyer."
He booked a flight with miles.
What?
Where is he going? It doesn't say.
It's just some junk receipt from his credit card
for redeemed miles. That's it.
Well, wait, wait, what are all those little numbers there
down at the bottom by the barcode?
I don't know, that might be...
Wait, that's the date
of his flight. 9/26/22.
That's tomorrow, Monday,
and 10:10 a.m. is his departure time,
so he'll be at the airport tomorrow morning at 10:10 a.m.
Mom, we got him.
(sighs) I have to be in court tomorrow morning.
The trial resumes at 9:00 a.m.
I might have a way for you to be in both places at once.
♪ ♪
TODD (over earbud): Okay.
Concourse B now, still no sign of him,
and we only got nine minutes left. Sorry.
(gavel bangs) JUDGE: All right, the prosecution
has a motion to introduce...
Uh, what is this, Barrett?
Oh, and by the way, how are you feeling?
Oh, thank you, Your Honor. Yes, I'm feeling
much better.
MAN (over P.A.): Flight 256 to Iceland,
Gate 47, final boarding.
Flight 256 to Iceland,
Gate 47, final boarding.
(watch chimes)
"Bucket list." Uh...
We have filed to insert a crucial
new witness into the lineup.
MARGARET: Your Honor, I have to object.
This last-minute witness
is a blatant attempt to circumvent
the state's known duty
to disclose all witnesses prior to trial.
I'm sorry, I'm going to allow it.
I'm not gonna be able to get through security.
I... I don't even have a ticket.
Hey. You.
Betty Hogenson.
Oh, my God.
I'm wearing the neck brace.
No, no, no, this isn't about that. Um, I-I need a favor,
and, uh...
you owe me.
And, Mrs. Lin, would you please
tell the members of the jury why you were here,
in Portland, on the evening of December 10 last year?
(Mrs. Lin speaking Chinese)
I was here for a work conference. Uh... Sorry,
a convention. (Mrs. Lin continues speaking Chinese)
STEWARDESS: Excuse me, sir?
Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm, uh, Betty with maintenance,
and I left a thing in the back of the plane. Can I just...?
STEWARDESS: Yeah. I'm just gonna...
And, Mrs. Lin,
this is your portable travel dashboard camera,
which you had with you on your trip?
You're gonna have to put that away, sir.
(sighs)
(grunts)
Got him.
BARRETT: The video that you're about to see
is taken from Mrs. Lin's dashboard camera.
Now, first, we're going to show you raw footage
of her car in the parking lot.
Is the, uh, TV ready?
Sorry, this may take a moment.
CAPTAIN (over earbud): Please fasten your seatbelts
and prepare for departure.
Hey, what do you know?
Iceland's on my bucket list, too.
You're not dying.
I never meant to hurt her, Todd.
She doesn't have to know about any of this.
TODD (over earbud): You stupid coward,
what are you doing?
HARRY: I'm leaving your mother.
TODD: Yeah, way ahead of you.
I'm leaving the whole world behind.
My doctors, they told me that...
I only have seven to ten years left to live.
Seven to ten years?
I don't want to live them with her.
She's too controlling, too critical.
She never let me be who I really want to be.
I'm gonna go to Iceland and live in a hut and farm and fish
and be naked under the stars.
It's my life, and this is how I want to spend it.
You are a freak and an idiot.
Did you actually want my mom to think you were dead?
And now, in an enhanced section of the same footage,
there she is. Kim Marquette
with a gun... (gallery gasps)
...in her hand. (murmuring)
I know this will be hard on her, but...
she has you, her kids.
And, Todd, let's be honest,
it's time for you to stop this ridiculous fight with her.
Are you joking? You're telling me how to deal with my mom?
After you literally... Your mother loves you.
Why do you think she spent two years
fighting the city trying to reinstate
your license?
Wait, she what?
Because she's your mother,
and she'd do anything for you.
Anything.
BARRETT: Ladies and gentleman
of the jury, as you can see,
Ms. Marquette was clearly at the scene of the crime
the night of the murder.
SECURITY OFFICER: Sir, you need to come with us. Let's go. (grunts)
You better die in Iceland in seven to ten years,
and don't you ever, ever come back here.
Let's go. I'm sorry, Mom.
I'm so sorry.
Margaret, your witness.
Don't say a word, no matter what I do.
Trust me.
Your Honor,
in light of this overwhelming new evidence,
my client would like to change her plea to guilty.
(alarmed murmurs)
What? And while we recognize
that in the state of Oregon,
first-degree murder carries a mandatory life sentence...
What are you doing? ...I would ask
that you consider the nature of my client's assault,
and perhaps reduce the prison sentence
to 50 or 60 years.
No.
No. She didn't do it.
That's not her, Mar.
I only meant to scare him.
And then he tried to take the gun,
and it just--
I never thought they'd blame her.
I just hoped that it would save her.
You didn't mean to kill him.
I can make a jury understand that.
REPORTER (over radio): And the charges against Kim Marquette were dropped
as her mother was taken into custody... (slurping)
...following an emotional outburst in the courtroom.
And now, for traffic and weather.
Tomorrow looking much like today,
and as we head into the next... (radio switches off)
You're in jail.
Worse. Airport jail.
How'd you get in here?
You have a good lawyer. (chuckles)
So, Niki and the dad, what was their secret?
Uh, Kim didn't lose her gun two years ago.
They took it. They hid it from her.
They were worried she would harm herself.
She was struggling with depression.
But what they didn't know was that...
That the mom knew where the gun was hidden. Aha.
And what about witness OA16? German?
Italian? Romanian? Chinese.
You are very good at this job.
Yeah, I-I know.
Maybe I should just let you be
who you want to be.
Yeah.
But there is one thing I could do for you
to help you get back on your feet.
Uh, help us both, actually.
If you'll let me.
(indistinct chatter)
(exhales sharply)
It is 1:00 p.m., and it's gonna be fine.
You're a detective again, an investigator.
This is what you want. (elevator bell dings)
This is the way back.
Okay? Right.
Right? Okay. Todd?
Susan. Congratulations.
I heard you were coming aboard.
Thanks. Thank you. Yeah.
Well, it's not a permanent thing.
I'm just covering for the investigator
on maternity leave.
Right. Nadia.
She had twins. Yeah, yeah.
And I'll be around now, so, you know,
if maybe a lunch happens...
I mean, we'll be working together,
and you'll need me.
Professionally.
Okay, yeah. That sounds great.
You know, actually, I have to get to a Zoom, but...
I'll see you around.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
♪ Gotta live it up ♪
♪ Gotta be strong ♪
♪ I'm getting on, getting on ♪
♪ Getting on... ♪
WOMAN: Good, right?
(laughter)
(knock on door) TODD: Hello?
You look so handsome. You look like an accountant.
Thank you. Thank you.
Wait, are you guys going out to lunch without me?
You have far too many cases to catch up on.
Now, the ties, the socks,
shirt and belt in that bag
are more professional than what you're wearing.
We can take it out of your first paycheck.
And this is your bus pass,
because you are not driving that jalopy into this building.
Okay? See you soon.
Good luck.
♪ I'm coming up ♪
♪ Get on, get up and ♪
♪ I'm coming up ♪
♪ Getting on ♪
♪ Getting, getting ♪
♪ Oh, get on, get up and ♪
♪ Getting ♪
♪ Get on, get up and... ♪
I will wear the shirt,
I will wear the tie,
but I will not take the bus.
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