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Okay, only on the table,
and no decorating the store items.

Mommy sees any glitter on the wall,
she's gonna be very bummed.

I know, Mom.

Thank you for hanging out
while I do inventory.

Now, remember,
if anybody comes to the door--

Don't answer it. Just scream really loud.

You don't have to scare them.
Just let me know somebody's here. Okay?

I'll be downstairs for a few minutes.

Aiden. Glitter.

Aiden?

Aiden? Is that you?

Aiden?

Okay. Aiden!

Mom?

You scared me.

You were calling me.

-Well, how long have you been down here?
-Just now.

Is something wrong?

No. No, nothing.
I just thought somebody was here.

Someone was here.

-Who was here?
-Someone.

But I didn't scream,
'cause they weren't at the door.

-Okay, where were they?
-I don't know. I guess they're gone now.

All right. Come on. Let's go upstairs.

-Balloon. Is this yours?
-Mm-mm.

Can we go now?

-Yeah.
-I mean home.

Can we go home?

Yes. We can go home. Come on.

Not again with the covers.
He's always kicking them off.

So he can climb into our bed
and get warm.

You're ruining his alibi.

-Hey, when are you coming home?
-When my shift is over. Promise.

You said it was quiet.
Can't you get out early?

What's going on?

Oh, I just wish you were here.
Miss you, and...

What else?

I just get this strange feeling
that somebody's...

watching me.

You mean like a, um, dead someone?

Yeah.

And Aiden, he's felt it, too. It's just...

The house just feels
kind of creepy tonight.

That's strange. Nothing creeps you out.

That's not entirely true.

Mel. Mel.

Clowns do.

Are you okay?

I'll call you back.

Who are you?

Oh. You don't remember.

Do you know how you got here?

Can you see us?

Hey. Aiden get to school okay?

Yeah. He felt so bad for missing the bus.

I told him I'm the one who overslept.

-More clown nightmares?
-I wish they were nightmares. It was real.

A real ghost?

Yeah, I guess a real clown.

While you were gone, I got on the web,

and as far as I can see,
there's nothing about a dead clown.

Not in the vicinity and not recently.

Well, how not recent?
Maybe he died a while ago.

As far as I can tell,

there has never once been a clown
who's dropped dead in Grandview.

At least this town has that going for it.

Maybe your ghost was just passing through,
like the circus.

Oh. Is the circus in town?
He might be attached.

No circus, sorry.

Given your feeling about clowns,
maybe you should let this one go.

Not a chance,
given my feelings about clowns.

And he came into our home.

-With his creepy face paint and orange hair.
-Right.

Ugh. Maybe he's attached to something
I brought from the store.

Good luck finding that.
The house is filled with stuff from your store.

Speaking of which,
I just had Aiden's tired patched.

I'm here if you need an extra set
of hands.

No.

I did not just do that.

-Where did that come from?
-Where do you think?

This is why you stayed on earth?
Seriously?

I don't know why I did that.

-I don't understand any of this.
-"This" meaning your death?

This.

This isn't me.

You're not a clown?
You don't remember ever being a clown?

No.

Well, do you remember anything?

Like... your name or how you died?

Someone make you feel like a fool?

Oh. Oh!

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

Did that ghost just... make water?

Yeah.

The old flower gag.

So, not a metaphorical clown?

Don't you say ghosts sometimes appear
the way they felt when they died?

Oh, I wish.

It's your coulrophobia. Your fear of clowns.
A lot of people have that.

You know, it's creepy makeup,
the weird costumes.

-It makes you think they're hiding something.
-Yeah. Sure.

Or lurking. There he is.

He's hanging around some woman.

Why do I look where you look
when I know I can't see ghosts?

I fall for it, too, every time.
It's like the old fake-flower gag.

He's staring at her, this woman with red hair.
Maybe she knows who he is.

-Wait one sec. Sorry.
-Go forward.

-Look, she's leaving.
-Your leg is in there. It's jammed.

-She's gonna leave. Just move.
-Why do you always sit on the outside?

Because of this, exactly this.
I'm scared of being trapped.

Oh, God. She's gone now.

How am I supposed to cross over a ghost

who has no idea who he was?

Well, you do it all the time.

Except most ghosts
don't even wanna remember.

Because they've done something horrible.
Maybe that's why he's hiding behind the paint.

I am never gonna sleep tonight.

You're sure the redhead
was someone he knew?

Well, he was totally fixated on her.

I thought she'd be a start.
He didn't seem to remember anything else.

Why does he come to you?
I mean, what does he want?

Hmm, maybe he's lost.

Yeah, and somehow he found you.

So, the thing that he's attached to,
it's something from the store, right?

It's gotta be.

I mean, he didn't even seem to know
how he got here.

If I could just figure out what it was.

Right. Well, I got half an hour
of patients' notes to finish.

-Then I can help you go through this.
-Oh, that would be great.

-I have more boxes downstairs.
-All right.

♪ Even after all these days ♪

♪ It's nice to hear you laugh the same ♪

Jim, can you check the fuse?

Who are you?

What do you want?

Why-- Why are you staring at me?

Please just--

Please get me out of here, please!

What do you want? Stop staring at me.
Say something! Just...

Get me out of here. Stop looking at me.

Who are you? Please!
Please just stop staring at me!

A 15-minute counseling session occurred
when I explained the mild drop in hemoglobin

was entirely consistent
with an iron-deficiency anemia...

Did you hear me?

-Hear what?
-I was screaming.

Or I thought I was.
Maybe I was having a vision.

Hey, I'm sorry. What kind of vision?

-People were staring at me.
-The usual ghosts?

Strangers.

It was like I was in a fishbowl
or something.

Hey, you know what,
maybe your ghost was a clown

who just didn't like his audience, huh?

What?

I gave this to you.

Yeah, to record my patient notes.

-You gave it to me, uh--
-Yesterday.

The box I brought in from the landlord.

She said that...
her tenant had left things behind.

-What if he left it because he died?
-I thought we were talking about your vision.

I'm trying to figure out any reason
this ghost would be in our home,

and this is the only new thing from the store.

Why would a clown use a tape recorder?

Don't they usually
just sort of mime things?

Look.

...mild drop
in hemoglobin was entirely consistent

with an iron-deficiency anem--

-Did you use both sides?
-Hmm.

...seated in the booth near the window.

That's pretty carefree.

Waitress gives two menus.

But wait, now she's taking one.

Who's that?

Leaving work at lunch,
third time this week.

Both less than an hour.

That's him.
That's the clown's voice, I'm sure of it.

Subject checking his cell phone.
Come on, make a move.

Leaving work at lunch,
third time this week.

"Subject"? What was he, a cop?
Play it one more time.

Waitress gives two menus, but wait.
Now she's taking one.

Damn, more wasted hours.
Client's gonna be pissed, and I'm starving.

Oh, wait, 12:42.

Lunch date has arrived.

Little kiss hello.

That's innocent enough. Talking.

More talking.

Ah, come on. Somebody bust a move here.

"Client."

He said "client."

Yeah, if that belonged to your clown.

No. He wasn't a clown.

He was a private detective.

♪ Sleep, sleep, sleep... ♪

Yep, here he is,
Charles Hammond Investigations.

A ghost PI. You think that explains
your feelings of being watched?

I'm not sure
why I needed the whole crowd staring at me,

but I guess so.

You sure the clown getup was a disguise,
not some kind of fetish?

Maybe he's mortified
they found him in his private wear

and that's why he's been hanging around.

-He died last week at a birthday party.
-Okay, this just gets creepier.

He was hanging around kids
as a fake clown at a party?

The party was for a 15-year-old.

-What 15-year-old wants a clown at her party?
-Brittany Cabot, apparently.

How do you know? I thought
there were no dead clowns in Grandview.

There was one, in the emergency room.
Jim asked around.

Charles Hammond was dead on arrival,

and, uh, he choked
on a balloon at the party.

Rookie mistake.
That's why they have clown school, you know?

Anyway, Brittany's father, Alex,
he didn't want any weird publicity.

I guess he has an in with the paper.
He owns all these electronics stores.

That's why they didn't mention
the guy was dressed as a clown.

Or the fact that there was a PI
snooping around his house.

Is that who he was investigating,
an electronics king?

He could have been working for Alex Cabot.

What about the tapes,
the surveillance notes that Charlie took?

-Anything about the party or Cabot?
-Tape.

They only found one in all these boxes
from Charlie's office.

-And?
-Well, he likes to use people's initials.

Um, he was talking about some guy, A.C.

That's Alex Cabot.

But it was like he was working
on more than one case,

'cause there was this woman's initials, S.P.

I couldn't tell if he was following her
or working for her.

-Now what?
-We have to talk to the king.

Find out what he knows about our PI
and if he knows anything

-about the woman in the square.
-The redhead.

Please don't.

Charles.

That's your name, isn't it?

You don't have to run away
from who you are.

Whatever you did, whatever you need,

we can help you.

I still don't understand.

That's probably because you died so suddenly.

And whatever you were doing,
you wanted to forget about it.

We can help you work through it,
help you find peace.

I hardly remember anything. I...

Maybe there's a good reason for that.

Charles?

I think people called me Charlie.

Wow, so, this is you.

Do you feel better now?

You were a private investigator,
not a clown.

Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense.

-So, what were you doing at the Cabots'?
-Uh...

I don't know.

Who's the redhead you were watching?

Oh.

I-- I know secrets, other people's secrets.

-That's why they pay me.
-Okay, so, is that what's keeping you here?

Maybe their secrets should die with me.

Hello? Is anybody here?

Yeah, just a second.

♪ Don't know what we've come to... ♪

Whoa. It's you.

-Excuse me?
-Oh, my God.

Uh, we-- We have a customer.

-That's great.
-Awesome.

-Fantastic.
-Great.

Well, good. It's... good to be here.

Are you Melinda?

Yeah. Yes. And you are?

Sherry.

I'm... I'm looking for some things

that belonged to a friend of mine
named Charlie Hammond.

Of course you are.

I think.

So, what is
that you're specifically looking for?

Uh, everything his landlord gave you.

Uh, I guess you were a really good friend
of his.

He was a really good guy.

How'd you know Charlie, exactly?

I'm sorry,
uh, why does that matter, exactly?

Um, well, it's just that everything that came in
from his landlord was from his work.

And his parents have already gone
through his personal effects, so...

Well, um, maybe they missed something.
I'm sure that they were pretty upset.

Do you know what Charlie did for a living?

-He was a private detective.
-Hmm.

So, that's how you got to know Charlie,
through his work?

Uh, no. We both did tai chi
in the park every morning.

Boy, you guys ask a lot of questions.

I'm sorry. I was just wondering.

You know, 'cause his work belongings,
you know, they might be... private.

Well, then, you wouldn't want to sell it
to just anyone, would you?

I'm looking for anything of sentimental value,
things that his family overlooked.

I'll pay you double
whatever you paid for the stuff.

Yeah, well,
I'm gonna have to catalog it first,

but if you wanna leave a number,
I can call you.

And, Sherry,
could you just put your last name,

please, for my records?

Parks. Sherry Parks.

Are you from here originally?

Nope. Thanks.

Sherry, just one more question,
since you were really good friends with Charlie.

Did he ever talk to you
about a guy named Alex Cabot?

Alex Cabot, that's my boyfriend.

Why do you ask?

We've just-- We've seen you with him.
You know, small town.

Guess so.

We just met S.P.

-Sherry Parks.
-Yeah.

The girl that Charlie mentioned
on the tape.

Is that why she came here,
for surveillance notes?

Wait, you're thinking
Charlie was tailing the redhead.

Or up to something with A.C., her boyfriend.

You mean someone else hired Charlie
to keep an eye on them,

at the Cabot's house, dressed as a clown.

Maybe that was the only disguise he could get
on short notice.

Nope. He had plenty. You're an 11, right?

-What are you doing?
-Helping you find out

what happened to the clown at the party.

Ding-dong.

-I have a delivery for a Sherry Parks.
-Here?

You gotta be kidding me.

Sorry. Wrong address?

No. I mean, yes, but no.

-She doesn't live here. Yet.
-Do you have a king suite?

-Dad.
-Do you have an ultra king suite?

Are there room descriptions with "ultra"
in them?

I'm bringing somebody special.

-I want the best.
-Dad.

It's a delivery. Handle it.

Let me guess,
something else fit for a queen.

Where do I sign?

You know, the last time I was here,
there was a big party going on.

-I think it was your birthday.
-Uh-huh.

A clown even came to the door. Nice guy.

I never really met him.

He was sort of a sad clown,
'cause he died.

What? That's awful.

But I gotta ask you, you know, you seem
a little old to have a clown at your party.

Who hired him? Was it your dad?

I wanted the clown.
It was supposed to be ironic.

I don't get that.

So, you wanna give me the package?

-You said Ms. Parks doesn't live here.
-She's my dad's girlfriend.

You don't seem too happy about that.

Can you tell me what's in there?
In the box?

It's insured, from New York City.

Probably from some fancy jewelry store.

I think it is.

Ooh, Ingleman's. Yeah. Hmm. It's a good one.

-Here we go again. Idiot.
-He's an idiot for buying his girlfriend jewelry?

Expensive jewelry she's just gonna trade in,
take the cash and replace with fakes.

-That's a pretty specific assumption.
-He got her these diamond stud earrings.

-She swapped them with cubic zirconia.
-That's low.

-Did you tell your dad this?
-Yep.

Did he believe you?

He's still ordering her expensive crap,
so, what do you think?

He's, like, blinded by love or lust or whatever.

I've never seen him work this hard for a girl,
and believe me, there's been plenty.

Brittany, what are you doing out there?
Did you sign?

Give it to me.
If I don't have the receipt, I won't have proof.

Oh, I love angry teenagers. Total pay dirt.

I don't know what they're gonna think
about that vase I packed, but...

Not the-- Not the blue one from my store?

I had to bring something.
Why? Was it expensive?

Go on. I'm breathing deeply.
At least you got your foot in the door.

Okay, I still don't know who hired Charlie,
but I think I know who he's investigating.

Sherry Parks.

The daughter thinks she's a total scammer,
just after her dad's money.

Does anyone else think this?
Does the father?

It's possible.
She told her dad her suspicions.

Okay, maybe he hired Charlie.

Mm, I wouldn't rule out the daughter.

She's 15.

-You haven't met her.
-Okay.

Whoever Charlie was working for,
why is he still hanging around?

-What is he trying to find out?
-Or hide?

Keep your nose out of my business.

-You're a clown again.
-I need you to hear me.

By threatening me? Why?

Is this about that woman?

Sherry? 'Cause...

-I can help you.
-Help me?

No, you're the one that ruined everything.

She's gonna run again,
and then it's gonna be too late.

Too late for what?

You're saying he warned you to keep your nose
out of his business by removing your nose?

That's a little literal, don't you think?

I guess. Why?

His other warning was so cryptic, you know?
The whole fishbowl thing.

-I don't know, I got something out of it.
-Your nose?

Ha, ha.

The best clue was when he said
that Sherry was gonna run again,

meaning she's run before.

-I wonder what from.
-Or from who?

So, these are all his, uh, case files?

Files mean an attempt
at organization.

Yeah.

I'm thinking that he does a lot
of divorce work.

Yeah, except Sherry's not married,
and her boyfriend's been divorced for years.

-Maybe she was married before.
-I looked her up.

Do you have any idea how common
the name Sherry Parks is?

And I'm guessing not a lot of those files
had photos in them?

-You got it.
-Yeah.

Alex's daughter told Eli
she was a gold digger,

that she sold the diamonds
right out of the earrings he gave her.

Maybe there was a guy before Alex,
someone she ripped off before.

And who's still out there looking for her.

Ah. I believe that these are Aiden's,

or else your PI
has infiltrated a stolen-homework ring.

Can you explain to me
how he takes six apples out of 20

and gets an 8 million number?

Wow, he really does love
that number, doesn't he?

Yeah. You know, it's like father, like son.

I was like this with your number.

I wrote it down everywhere.
I was worried that I would forget it.

I put it on milk cartons, banana peels,
my buddy's dashboard...

That's sweet.

Phone number.

What?

Todd Lieber.

Who's Todd Lieber?

Maybe a client of Charlie's,
but look at this.

He's in Weston.
That's only a couple towns away.

What, Sherry was from Weston?

I don't know, but look,
this was dated ten days ago.

That's the most recent thing in his files.

This must have been the case
he was working on when he died.

Oh. Wait a minute.

You think maybe
Sherry pulled her gold-digger act on Todd,

took all his money,
and Todd hired Charlie to go and look for her?

Well, if Todd is willing to talk to me,
I'm gonna find out.

Aiden! Let's go! School!

Okay. Here.

-I got it, Mom.
-Are you sure? You don't want any help?

-I'm fine.
-Okay.

Aiden, what did you put in this backpack?

Oh. Did you pack rocks again
for Share Day?

What's the matter?

Someone's inside the car.

Where? I don't...

I don't see anyone.
Is it a ghost someone?

Can't you feel it?

Someone's watching us again.

Okay. Can you tell me who?

I can't see them.

I just feel them nearby.

You know what?

I'll go check it out, okay?

Charlie?

If this is you, knock it off, okay?
I'm just trying to help you.

It's all clear, baby.

You sure this is the right address?

Yep, it's what the invoice says.

Well, then, as far as gold diggers go,
Sherry's not the sharpest ax in the shed.

Yeah, well, maybe she is
and this is what she left the guy.

Yikes. Don't give that woman my number.

Todd? Lieber?

In the flesh. What can I do you for?

Uh...

You don't know a woman named Sherry,
by any chance, do you?

Sherry-- My Sherry?

Oh, my God.

You found her.

I'm real sorry to hear about Charlie.
How long have you worked with him?

Not very long.

We're just contacting all of his clients

-to make sure they've been debriefed.
-Oh, man.

What? What is it?

I messed up so bad.

We've been a couple since high school.

And I guess everyone thought,
me included, that would never change.

And Sherry felt differently?

Well, she must have, because she left.
But you never would've known it.

All she did since we got out of school
was bug me to marry her.

Every time she'd ask,
I'd say, "Sure, yeah, sounds great.

But, you know,
let's wait till all our ducks are in a row."

What ducks were those?

Well, you know, like... me.

-You?
-I mean, come on.

Marriage is for grown-ups.

For people who get out of bed in the morning
and take a lot of showers.

It's for people who balance their checkbooks
and know how to, you know, use their stoves.

And it's not like I don't shower. I do.

But not if I don't really need to.

And I guess I thought
getting married is like showering.

Why do it if you don't really need to?

And that went over big with Sherry, huh?

-For the first eight years, she was fine.
-Eight years?

Yeah. We were great.

Really great.

But then suddenly she started acting all weird,
all kind of secretive.

I asked her if she'd met another guy.
She swore she hadn't.

So, I started wondering...

What other secret could there be
that she would have to keep from me?

Then, whammo.

What if she's pregnant?

What if she's pregnant,
and she doesn't think I'm ready to be a dad?

-Pregnant?
-I know, right?

So, I thought about being a dad,
how important that was,

and I made up my mind.

It was time to grow up.

So, one day, while it was still morning,

I got out of bed,

and I showered and I put on a shirt
and I asked her to marry me.

And what'd she say?

Nothing.

She just started crying.

Like those were the worst words
I could possibly say.

-Then what happened?
-The next day, she was gone.

-Did you call the police?
-No.

She left a note.
I knew she wasn't kidnapped.

But I had to find her.

I had to know what I did wrong.

Plus, if she really was pregnant
with our baby, then...

Okay, so, how did you find Charlie?

A parking ticket from Grandview showed up
in the mailbox

three weeks after Sherry left.

I just looked in the phone book,
and that's how I found him.

I had to sell my truck
to come up with his fee.

But it's good. I'm walking much more.
I've lost 10 pounds already.

What did Charlie say? Did he find anything?

He got some leads early on, yeah.

But then he made it sound
like he'd lost her.

"Made it sound like"? What do you mean?

After a while,
he kind of stopped taking my checks.

Or my calls.

I just figured he was a busy guy
and didn't have anything else he could tell me.

Why? Was there something else
he found out?

We would have to check his files,

but if we find anything,
we'll definitely let you know.

We'd better get going.

Call me as soon
as you hear anything, okay?

-You've got my number and address.
-Um, just one more question.

8351, does that mean anything to you?

That was Sherry's parents' street address
here in Weston.

Okay, we'll be in touch.

8351, what was that about?

Maybe nothing. Maybe something.

She took off
the moment he asked her to marry him?

-Yep.
-After eight years of bugging him for a ring.

-And you said this guy, he's not rich?
-No. He had to sell his car to hire a PI.

Am I missing something here,

or is Sherry not the gold-digging... gold digger
that everyone says she is?

-She's kind of the opposite.
-Hmm. Yeah.

-What's so interesting?
-The number that Aiden wrote,

it's a combination of Todd
and Sherry's street addresses:

624, 8351.

-You think he picked them up from the ghost.
-Probably.

Charlie's hanging around.
Aiden said he felt like he was watching us.

Aiden wouldn't be seeing these numbers

unless it was something important
to the ghost.

But why would it be important?
It's just a couple of street addresses.

Maybe it's more.

Like what?
And how am I supposed to find it?

This from the woman who practically
spends her life on the Internet?

Ooh. Good point.

-Congratulations!
-Oh, my God.

It's a lottery number. A winning one.

A big winning one?

Sherry doesn't need anybody's gold.

She's a multimillionaire.

Are you sure?

You said her name wasn't listed in the article.

The story said that the winner
wanted to remain anonymous,

but they described her
as a 25-year-old female from Weston.

-So, when did she win?
-Four days before she left town.

Ooh. And three days before
he suddenly lost his cold feet and proposed?

He said he was afraid she was pregnant,
so, he asked her to marry him.

Okay, or maybe she told him
that she won the lottery,

hence his sudden conversion to marriage.

Or he found out and needed to pretend

'cause he didn't want to think
that he married her for money.

And maybe she saw through his act,
and that's why she skipped town.

Unless they bought the tickets together,

and then she went running away
with his winnings.

Right. But in that case,
they would both be liars,

because he didn't mention the lottery
to you.

Money like that brings out the worst
in everyone.

-Charlie.
-Oh, now you show up.

Where have you been?

-He's been around.
-Yeah, that's right.

Skulking and spying

and scaring everybody I know
while you're at it.

Sorry about that. Old habits.

I know why you wanted me off Sherry's case.
You were trying to keep her money a secret.

-I saw what happened when people found out.
-You mean Todd.

-What did he do?
-He broke Sherry's heart.

That about-face proposal?

I mean, how dumb was he,
thinking she wouldn't know

why he changed his mind about marriage?

She told you about his proposal?

Wow. I guess
you guys had gotten pretty close.

Well, I'm good at my job.

What can I say?

Why would you care if she ran?
I mean, it got her away from Todd.

All she wanted was someone to love her
for who she really is.

She needs someone she can trust.

What did he say?

He was trying to help her find somebody
she could trust.

Oh, really? Like you,

who never mentioned to her
why the two of you met?

Or you, who pretended not to know
that she won the lottery?

Or you, who pretended you were a clown?

So that you could spy on her boyfriend?

Yeah, I'm a creep

who wears costumes
to sneak around following people.

And half the time,
I work for the bad guys.

But sometimes I dig up more than dirt.

Sometimes I dig up something good.

Or someone,
which is why you were watching Sherry

even though you told Todd that you'd lost her.

Look, here's this girl
who has millions of dollars,

and she spends it like water.

But guess how much she spends on herself.

Not one dime.

-Okay, what does she spend it on?
-Charity.

Every hopeless lost-cause
three-legged puppy she can find,

and all anonymous.

Sounds pretty special.

Well, she deserves a lot better
than some lazy bum

looking to take a free ride on the lotto train.

It still doesn't explain why you spied on Alex.
He doesn't need a free ride.

He's got plenty of money.

Yeah, well, sometimes these rich guys
like to play the field.

So, you were watching him to see
if he was dating anyone else.

I wanted to know if he was right for her.

And I still do.

How many millions?

That's more zeroes than I have actual dollars.

Remember when I said
not to give Sherry my number?

Yeah, I'm reappraising that, mm-hm.

Uh-oh, gotta go.

Hey, I know you. Hey.

Where's your uniform?

Oh. It's, um-- Uh, it's my day off.

Oh. Why does your bag
have a Rockland U ID on it,

Professor James?

Oh, uh, it's my brother. My twin brother.

Teaches psychology.
He's extremely talented.

-Man, I could use a shrink right now.
-Really?

I wanna strangle my dad
for giving away my wedding ring.

It's so oedipal.

Actually, that sounds a little bit more
like Electra than Oedipus.

I'm sure my twin brother would say.

So, your dad gave your ring away?

I just knew he was gonna marry Goldie.

He gave away my grandma's ring.
It was supposed to be mine.

-Goldie?
-I call her Goldie 'cause she's a gold digger.

I knew she'd pawn the ring
the second she got it,

so, I wanted to make sure
it was worth something.

She did it before it was even on her finger.

Is that what the jeweler just told you?

She pulled the same stunt
she did with the earrings.

Now there's two carats of cubic Z
where the diamond used to be.

Really? What do you think she did
with the money?

Bought drugs, I hope.

At least then my father will see
she's not worth it.

As if he'd listen.

Because when you told him about the earrings,
he didn't even blink.

Which is insane.
And I Googled her.

Parks isn't even her last name.
And when I told him, guess what he did.

He got online and researched her himself.

After that, he was full steam ahead.

He fell even more in love with her.

How dumb does he have to be to do that?

That's a good question.

Okay, thanks, Tom.

I promise I won't breathe a word
about how I heard. Bye.

Well, this confirms Eli's hunch.

Sherry's new boyfriend is basically broke.

How? I mean, he owns all those stores.

Yeah, and mortgaged
beyond the hilt.

And this is not a good time
to be overextended.

Alex found out Sherry won the lottery,
and that's why he started giving her jewelry.

To make it look
like he didn't need her millions.

And it cost him nothing

because he pawned off the diamonds
to stave off the creditors.

How did Brittany know
that her father was gonna propose?

He's been planning a special trip.

Yeah, him and Sherry. To Las Vegas.

He's such a romantic.

He keeps dropping hints
that he wants Elvis to be the best man.

-Oh, boy.
-It gets worse.

-How?
-There's a limo outside their house right now.

-They're leaving for the airport.
-What?

-Sherry's being taken for a ride.
-We need to stop them.

You ready to go, babe?

Um, yeah, sure.

-Can't wait.
-Good.

Sherry?

Are you here?

Sherry?

Oh. Thank God we're not too late.

Excuse me. I hate to be rude,
but we have a plane to catch.

I know you. You're from the antique store.

-What are you doing here?
-I'm here to look after you

because Charlie Hammond
can't do that anymore.

We gotta hit the road.

-Whatever it is, I'll call you when I get back.
-Get in that car now, and it'll be too late.

-Too late for what?
-He knows.

Alex knows that you're rich.

What are you talking about?

-Sherry, we have to go.
-Just a minute. I wanna hear this.

What is it that you think you know?

-You didn't even know Charlie.
-No, I didn't.

Not when he was alive.

But I've talked to him since,
and I can explain. I will.

I don't know who you are, but--

There's a reason he was at the party
that day when he died.

Was he working for you?

Is that why you've been pushing
to take this trip so hard?

-All the marriage talk?
-Are we talking about the poor dead clown--

See, I've been wondering who hired Charlie,
what he was doing here at the party,

ever since I read his obit
and saw he was a PI.

Charlie was never working for Alex.

At that point,
he was really just looking after you.

But when Alex found out
that a PI had died in his house,

he decided to cover up the story.

Look, I want you people out of my house,
off my property.

-Cover it up? Why?
-He thought Charlie was snooping around.

If people were snooping around Charlie,
they'd find out your secret.

If everyone knew
you had won the lottery...

Then he couldn't pretend to not know.

Why would I need to pretend
to not know anything?

You're a gold-digging scum sucker,
that's why.

Todd?

Who's the homeless guy?

The, uh, benevolent electronics king
isn't gonna press any charges.

He doesn't need the extra publicity
right now,

especially not this kind.

Are you sure that you're okay?

You look terrible.

I just spent the night in the woods, is all.

Wait, you tracked us from Weston
to Grandview on foot?

I could tell you had something on Sherry.

No offense,
but you guys don't look much like PIS.

None taken, I'm sure.

So I, uh...

guess you were pretty desperate
not to lose me and my money.

I didn't sell my ride just to find you, girl.

I got 9 grand for that quad cab.

Four went to that PI Charlie,

and the other 5 I socked away
for college for T-Bone.

T-Bone?

I always dreamed I'd name my firstborn
for my favorite bluesman.

-But if it's a girl--
-Your firstborn?

Well... ours, actually.

I thought you were pregnant.

But you're not, are you?

No.

You ran because you didn't trust me.

You expect me to believe that you had no idea
I'd won the lottery?

Babe, when's the last time
you saw me touch a newspaper?

God. I just...

I don't know.

You don't know if you trust me?

Or if I'm who you wanna be with now?

So much has happened.

I can't figure out what's right.

Well...

whatever you do, I'm okay, you know?

What do you mean?

When I thought I was gonna be a dad,
I realized I had to stop seeing myself as a loser.

Because someone else, my kid,

was gonna see me
as this awesome grown-up,

no matter what I really am.

Plus, which,

you were with me a really long time
and wanting to marry me.

And that means you must have seen
something in me.

So...

if I'm ever lucky enough
to find someone like you again--

♪ Without the fear of how it might end ♪

♪ I guess I'm ready ♪

♪ I'm ready to love again ♪

I'll sign a prenup.

I'll bunk in the trailer
behind your new mansion.

Will you shut up?

You tell them I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to keep them apart.

They'll understand.

It's your job not to trust people.

Yeah. You didn't even trust me.

You gave me all those visions
even though you knew I was trying to help.

What visions?

The whole fishbowl thing
in my living room?

-People staring at me?
-I don't know what you're talking about.

Is Charlie here?

Will you tell him thanks
for looking out for me?

Should I tell her the real reason
you've hung in for so long?

I probably won't get another chance.

Ask Todd. Sherry's the kind of girl,

the more time you spend with her,
the crazier things you'll do.

Sleep in the woods,

jog across the county.

Even dress up as a clown.

Not even death could slow you down.

No.

But that might.

You see the light?

Yeah. It's filled with people.

You know how I feel about people.

Yeah.

But Charlie, this place is different.

I can feel it.

Feel what?

Trust.

Blind, senseless...

bottomless trust.

Not so bad, is it?

Will you tell Sherry what I said?

Trust me.

I just kissed
our sleeping son good night.

How long did it take
to get him to go down?

Even longer than usual.

Hmm.

Is he still thinking
somebody's watching him?

I don't get it.
Didn't that private eye go into the light?

I don't think it's that ghost.

What is it?

Is it a Shadow

or a Shiny or another ghost?

He says it's something different.

That's good. Good night.

Okay, I gotta go

transcribe some patient notes downstairs.

-Night.
-Night.

Bedford.

What are you doing here?

You should listen to your son.

What are you talking about?
What do you want?

It was never about what I want.

But it could be about what you want.

What do you mean?

Well...

you want to live.

Come on, you can do better than that.

You owe me, especially after
what you almost did to my friends.

Owe you?

I've given up my life and my mother's,

and I'm still not done paying.

What's happening?

Remember this:

Nothing is what it seems.

Nothing and no one.

I don't understand.

Trust nothing and no one.