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I don't understand. You didn't
get any footage from the party?

I got plenty of footage.

Oodles of footage.

Just not in the last hour

because I left to follow a lead.

A suspect.

Well, despite our best efforts,

vinick is now fully aware that
someone here hates his guts.

I will remind you both that if
we don't secure this donation,

Wheeler college may
just disappear off the map.

Pepto coffee? It's disgusting.

- No.
- I'm good.

We should review everything
from the time of the fire to be sure.

Yeah... I already tried.

It's not useful.

I think the file got
corrupted or something,

but let's focus on the positives.

I mean, we have a
big new clue, the note.

The original threat was emailed, but this
is in the blackmailer's own handwriting.

Okay, I have a source,
a former con artist

who specializes in this kind of thing.

Forgeries, ransom notes, lives
nearby, so I'll head there now.

I'll go with you.

Okay.

I'm so excited.

My first meeting with
an underworld source.

Julie, what a surprise.

Hi, Apollo. Is she in?

Maybe, but first, you
gotta do something for me.

Read the first 1600 pages of my novel,

and tell me honestly if it's
too close to little women.

- Bye, Apollo.
- What. No.

Come on. You'll read it later, okay?

It's a story of four sisters who lived
during civil war times in new England,

but not the civil war
you're thinking about.

Vanessa, Julie's here.

Hey, who's this?

He... works with me. I need
you to look at something.

Of course. Hang on,
let me get my glasses.

I'm Charles, by the way.

Hey, Apollo lambrakis.

I live here, sexually.

Well, congratulations.

Thanks, it's great.

Just getting a little
painting done right now.

I'm a contractor by trade.

If you need anything, give me a call.

- What's happening here?
- Yeah.

I found a box of these in a dumpster.

I don't know who Dr. Lucy Patterson is.

I'm assuming she's dead.

Whoa, is that the
case you're working on?

Wait a minute, am I a suspect?

I had nothing to do with it.

No. No, you're fine.

Okay, that's a relief?

You hungry?

I got baby carrots, and I got hummus.

It's organic.

Wow, that seems a little risky.

No, not really. I just
gotta keep 'em straight.

This one's hummus.

This one's paint.

Now, hang on.

This is my bad.

They're both hummus.

No wonder this room smells delicious.

You taking off?

I'll talk to you later, Charles.

Whoever wrote this was smart
enough to disguise their handwriting.

The handwriting isn't the clue.
It's the pen. This isn't a ballpoint.

It's fancy.

Fountain pen.

See this dark streak in the
middle of the horizontal lines?

There's a chip in the nib.

And whenever they press
down hard, it releases extra ink.

Good catch.

Who would use a pen like that?

Artists like to use fountain
pens to sketch line drawings.

Con artists like to use them

to forge degrees from
Harvard business school.

Class of '81.

Vanessa, thank you. We'll be in touch.

You don't have to run. Lisichka,
I could make a pot of coffee.

Sorry, work.

Or have those little
cookies you like. I got some.

We're leaving.

Well, it was great to see you.

"Lisichka"?

Leave it alone.

"I got those little cookies you like"?

Vanessa

is my mom.

You didn't even hug her.

You barely even said hello.

We have a business relationship.

That's it.

But why?

And how?

And probably also when?

Okay.

I'm going to explain this one time.
Then we do not discuss it again.

Okay.

Vanessa started pulling scams
before I was in kindergarten.

Small-time stuff.

Over time, the scams got bigger.

More audacious.

And then one day,

the cops came to the
door and... arrested her.

My dad, who is not Apollo...

- Thank god.
- Was not in the picture.

So I had to go live with my grandparents
because she had to go live in prison.

She ruined my life.

And also, as I found out many
years later, ruined my credit.

I have repaired both, no thanks to her.

So I pay her for her expertise
as a criminal when I need it,

and that is the extent of our interactions.

"Lisichka"?

Russian nickname my dad
gave me when I was a baby.

It means "little fox." Annoyingly,
she won't stop using it.

So this is why you became a pi.

No, it's not why.

Her being a criminal
just put me... on a path.

I'm just... I'm just interested in the...

- It's why.
- Okay, fine. Yes, it's why.

- Who cares?
- I... okay.

You know, Emily and I went
through a rough patch for a while.

We are not discussing this.

Stop asking questions about my mom.

Okay.

Focus on the case.

Hi there.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was just thinking about you.

Really? Neat.

Because I was also thinking about you.

Wanna grab some lunch?

That would be lovely.

Perfect. Let's do it.

Let's get some lunch.

- Actually, I can't.
- Whoa.

Getting real mixed signals here.

I forgot. I'm... I'm... I'm meeting a friend.

Stupid friends. Stupid friends.

They ruin everything.

Just go have a lovely
time with your friend.

And you know where to find me. Okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you for kissing me.

I can't tell whether you've
gotten better or I've gotten worse.

I must have gotten
worse because you stink.

I have to tell you something.

I met someone.

- Really?
- Her name's Mona.

She's stunning.

And funny.

Talented.

Brilliant. And gorgeous.

And sexy.

Stunning, gorgeous, and
sexy all mean the same thing.

Well, she's all of them.

We literally just met.

But every time I see her, I... sweat.

I stutter.

My heart races.

You sure it's not your
thyroid? Could be your thyroid.

Calbert.

Is this okay?

What do you mean, is it okay?

You mean because of Victoria?

You mourned Victoria.
You did right by her.

You don't honor her life
by not living your own.

The only question is, is this
something you want to pursue?

Yes.

Then go for it.

Now, how did you meet
this heart-racing lady?

She's one of the
suspects in my new case.

For god's sake.

I know. Kinda bad.

It's very bad.

You remember how I reacted
when you told me you were a spy?

How's it gonna go when you tell
your girlfriend you've been lying to her?

You cannot be in a relationship
with someone you're lying to.

Charles, old boy.

You're a very observant fellow.

Now, recently, between us,
I invested in a hair system.

Be honest.

Can you tell?

Not at all.

Money well spent.

Grazie.

What? I can't even lie to Grant?

Julie, exciting news.

Vanessa's information has
led to a promising new suspect,

Dr. Elizabeth muki, m-u-k-i.

She runs the fine arts department.

She was present at the
event last night, and get this,

she actually painted the portrait herself.

Tonight, after the museum
closes, I'm gonna infiltrate her office,

maybe get lucky, and
find the smoking pen.

Hi. Are you here for
extension school class?

Sorry. No. I'm a visiting
lecturer in engineering.

I'm just coming to look around.

We're usually closed now,
but faculty can come anytime.

Are you Elizabeth muki?

Yeah, that's me. Or
you can call me Betsy.

And you must be Charles?

Mona told me that she
met you the other night.

She mentioned me? What
did she say about me, exactly?

Honestly, that whole
night was a blur because,

my painting was set on fire in protest.

Wow. You painted that portrait.

Jeez, that's... that's intense.

Sorry about that.

Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

I just hope we didn't scare that guy away.

I know we're suspicious of
corporate types around here,

but the museum could
really use his money.

Sure, sure.

So you don't remember
anything she said about me?

Ask her yourself.

- Hello.
- Hi. Hey.

Hi.

Fancy meeting you here.

I like your trench coat.

You look like a spy.

That's... That's a ridiculous assertion.

I just came to look around.

What are you doing here?

Betsy's figure drawing class.

Hey, you still owe me a
lunch. How about tomorrow?

Yeah, that should work. Let me
just check my... schedule here.

I have... let's see.

Yeah, I have office hours at
11, but after that, I am free all day.

Whoa.

You're the noodle. Nude model.

I am. Yes. Every week.

Do me a favor and throw
those on that chair over there.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Get it together, nieuwendyk.

It's just a naked woman.
You've seen hundreds of them.

You've seen four of them.

My god.

No.

I can't work like this.

My...

Jesus.

Okay. Okay.

Nope.

God, is all art naked?

Okay.

You're... my god.
You're all over the place.

You have a visitor.

You're not supposed to
show up unannounced.

I know.

But you ignored all my calls.

That's what people do when they
don't want to talk to other people.

I need to tell you something.

I don't want you to pay me anymore.

I want to help you with your
work, but I want to help because...

You're my daughter and...

And not because I'm on your payroll.

Well, I prefer to keep things professional.

It's cleaner that way.

You do work. I pay you. We
don't owe each other anything.

What's this?

Every dollar you've insisted
on paying me over the years.

I never wanted any of it,
so I never spent any of it.

Mother-daughter relationships

aren't supposed to be
clean and professional.

If I can't be your mom, then I
don't want to be your source.

If you insist.

Sorry to see you go.

Everything okay?

Put this into petty cash for me.

No! No.

- Good job.
- Thank you.

- So you didn't find any pens that matched?
- Nope.

Did a methodical search.
Very professional. But no luck.

Muki wants vinick's
money for the museum,

so she's not a top suspect anyway.

All right. Then we move on.

Who's next?

Mona margadoff.

What do you know about her?

Music teacher.

Pretty unremarkable.

Stays fully clothed all
the time, as far as I know.

Okay. Well, look into her.

Start one of your famous dossiers.

I don't think I need to. She didn't do it.

- How do you know that?
- Gut.

Mostly just gut.

Also... instinct.

Well, she was on Holly's
list, and she was at the party.

So maybe your gut should take a
back seat to actual investigative work.

- That...
- hey.

This is the juicy case you wanted, man.

Work the case.

Julie, it's 8:53 P.M.

I just wanted to apologize
for our conversation earlier.

As you pointed out,
Mona margadoff is indeed

a potential suspect, just like anyone else.

So, beginning now,

I'm going to use various
undercover techniques

to secretly gather information about her,

never letting on, not even for a second...

That I am a private investigator.

- I'm a private investigator.
- What?

I'm an undercover private investigator.

I recorded our first
kiss with a spy camera.

But I deleted it. It wasn't pervy.

Also, I stole your purse, for the case,

and I feel bad about it

because even though
we just met... I like you.

And I don't want to lie to you.

Anymore.

Anyway, this is all under the heading of.

I'm an undercover private investigator.

You burned your cover
on purpose to a suspect?!

First of all, Mona is not a suspect.

I guarantee we can trust her.

Just ask her. Mona!

Wha... she... she's here?

You brought her here?

I have never been in a
real detective's office before.

It's less interesting than
I would have imagined.

Have you told anyone
else about Charles?

- Of course not. He made me promise.
- I made her promise.

Well. As long as she promised.

Why? Why in the
world would you do this?

Well, to be honest, it was
something that calbert said to me.

What could calbert have
possibly said to make you do this?

I mean, you could just ask him.

My god.

I did not tell him to confess.

I told him he can't have
a relationship built on lies.

I assumed he was
gonna break it off with her.

No offense. You seem terrific.
I've heard a lot about you.

I've heard a lot about you.

You used to work at the Pentagon.

I was once arrested at a
rally outside the Pentagon.

Small world.

This is so wonderful.

You guys meeting.
That's why I invited him.

- We were going to have breakfast after...
- everybody shut up.

Charles, stay.

You two, scram.

Are you still down for a breakfast burrito?

- Charles said you love breakfast burritos.
- I do, and I'd love one.

So I know an incredible
place down the street.

My treat.

- Julie, do you want anything?
- Out.

You are on extremely thin ice.

That woman may be the
perp that we're looking for.

Mona didn't do it.

She couldn't have.

Because she was with me.

She was with you?

Of course.

She was the lead
you were chasing down

when you were supposed
to be at the party.

And she was with me the whole time.

Are you sure?

The whole time?

Well, that was certainly...

Yes, the whole time.

Julie, look, I'm sorry, but
this is bigger than the case.

I... I didn't think that I could
have this in my life again.

Another chance at a meaningful
relationship at my age?

You of all people should understand that.

- The hell is that supposed to mean?
- Your mom.

Your mom wants what I
want, a second chance.

And if you didn't really, down deep,

want a relationship with her,
you wouldn't keep seeking her out.

You want to give her a
second chance. You're just...

You're too stubborn to admit it.

My relationship with
my estranged mother,

which you know nothing about,

and which is none of your business,

is not an excuse to screw up my case.

And that's what this is, by the way.

It's my case.

Mona is my suspect.

You are my employee.

And if you don't understand that,
then you won't be my employee.

- You...
- this conversation is over.

I'm really sorry this
caused so much trouble.

So, what's our next step?

Lie low and hope Julie doesn't fire me.

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

but no matter what happens,

I'm glad you told me the truth.

It gives me a good
feeling about you, and...

I already had a good feeling about you.

You will figure this out, I promise.

But the only clue I have
is this theoretical pen.

It's like looking for a
needle in a haystack.

That party was a cash bar, right?

At Wheeler, it's always a cash bar.

Why?

So that's what it's like when I do that.

It's annoying.

I cannot believe Charles.

I started working on a cover
story in case we need to pull him.

He said I don't understand
my own feelings about my mom.

The hell does he know?

I mean, he's a pretty good detective.

- Don't tell me you agree.
- I didn't say that.

I do agree. I didn't say it because
you're scary. I'm scared of you.

I'm going to explain
something to you, okay?

Vanessa and I have a purely
professional relationship.

Had. Apparently, it's over, which is fine.

I'm fine with it. That's
all I wanted from her.

She was my source.

She was one of my
many, many sources.

You know? And... and the
fact that I used her as a source,

it just doesn't mean anything.

Okay, fine, fine.

I pay to see my mom
on a semi-weekly basis.

Who cares?

It's not that weird. It's
not like I'm like, "boo-hoo."

Like, "mommy, can we
please rekindle our relationship

so I can actually have
a real mom in my life

without needing to be an
emotionally vulnerable person

and tell you how I feel and..."

Crap.

Hey, Julie.

Word of caution.

My Guinea pig, joni Mitchell,
has escaped from her cage,

and she's in a mood.

Okay? So get in here,
but leave your shoes on.

She's a biter.

I'll tell Vanessa you're here.

Joni! Joni!

- Hi.
- Hi, Vanessa.

Hi, mom.

Okay.

Okay.

"I would like to examine the possibility

of having a non-work-related
relationship with you."

- Sweetheart.
- Just wait. Just wait.

I wrote this out, and I
need to get it exactly.

"I'm not sure what that would look
like, and I need it to move very slowly."

"If these terms are acceptable to you,"

"check this box and return it."

I'm sorry. I was considering
just leaving this on the doorstep.

I made a lot of mistakes.

All I ever wanted was
for you to forgive me.

And I will do literally
anything to make that happen.

Okay.

Found her!

I found joni Mitchell.

She was in the toilet.

There's no way we're
gonna find that pen,

but we don't have to if we find
another piece of paper it wrote on.

The dining hall caters
all the school events,

and it's almost always a cash bar

because the school is broke.

Which means people
sign credit card receipts.

If we can get a hold of receipts
from the night of vinick's party,

we might find a match,

and it will literally be the name
of the person who wrote the note.

Look.

I made a judgment call telling Mona.

I knew the risks, and
I'm sorry if you don't like it.

But either fire me or let me keep going.

Your choice.

Yeah, I know because
that's what being a boss is,

and I'll remind you that I am your boss.

I went to see my mom.

We're going to try and
do whatever it is people do

in these situations.

Well, I think that's great.

And that's all I'll say.

Look, we're on the right track.

I can feel it.

We're gonna have hard evidence
as soon as I find that receipt.

I hope you're right.

Give me a second here.

Thank you for looking.

I think I used my personal
card instead of my business card.

Need those miles.

Yeah, you gotta get the miles.

I don't see the receipts from that night.

I must have sent them in already.

Okay, thanks for looking.

Hey, Charles.

How's it going? What's the,

haps, as they say?

I was just trying to
switch out a credit card

I used at the party.

What are you doing?

I wanted to see what
was for lunch tomorrow.

Beef stew.

That's great.

That's my favorite thing to... put beef in.

Okay, bye.

Julie? Looks like there's a
new potato in our clue stew.

The potato is a suspect.

Griffin is the potato.

The stew is the case.

I'm gonna start over.