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No way.
What do you think you're doing, man?
I have a test Monday.
Yeah, well, I have two tests and a 15-page paper due Monday.
What's your point?
Some of us actually have to study.
You're hiding. Is Rachel here?
Yes, she's here, and she wants to speak to you, man.
Come on. Let's go. Right.
Girls like that get boyfriends at orientation.
I know for a fact that she's single, okay?
So, just, you got to talk to her.
Uh, uh, I-I can't.
I'm not like you.
Look, man, just be yourself.
Rachel will either like you, or she won't.
But you have to try. You're right. I mean, I'll just talk to her.
I can have a conversation. Yes.
Okay. Let's do it.
All right. That's my boy. Come on.
Uh, Rachel?
Have you met my roommate Tim?
Yeah.
Um, we have art history together.
Yeah. I should totally
be studying for that test.
Okay, that's exactly what I said.
Really?
Yeah.
Well, you guys have fun.
I'm gonna be just gliding along...
Hey, what's up?
Hey, man. How's it going?
Listen up.
Everyone, one second, one second.
MAN: Take off your pants!
MAN: Yeah! First you got to buy me
a drink and tell me I'm pretty.
Hey, look, guys, tonight,
we are going to get very drunk.
MAN: Oh, yeah.
And make some-some very bad decisions.
Yeah.
But-But-But before we do that,
okay, everyone take a moment
to look at the person next to them.
It doesn't matter who they are,
or where they're from, if they have money or not.
In this moment,
every single one of us is standing next to a friend.
And pretty soon, we're gonna be shoved into the real world,
and it's not gonna be that way, but tonight it is.
MAN: Right on, bro. So, take it in.
Yeah. So True. Cool. Enjoy it.
All right, raise 'em up, everyone.
To friends. To friends!
Hey, Tim, I'm gonna go on a liquor run.
You're in charge.
(loud chattering from inside house)
Ooh!
I am too drunk to drive.
Special Agent Taylor.
Lieutenant Mark Dowtin.
Hey, how are you?
So, the victim's name is Jay Lester?
22 years old.
He was hosting an off-campus party.
Roommate reported him missing
when he failed to return from a liquor run.
Well, did you guys check the bushes?
I mean, this guy might be drunk and passed out somewhere.
Bushes are clear.
Couple of witnesses said they saw a suspicious man
near Lester's car, but not enough for a sketch.
Have you notified his parents? We can't find them.
Why not? You did contact the school, right?
Yeah, but that's the problem.
We found his student ID in the car.
When we ran it, it came back fake.
He attends classes, hangs out with college kids,
but he's not enrolled at the school. Never was.
Why would anybody pose as a college kid?
See the action around here?
I'd go back if I could.
Hmm.
What time did he leave the party?
Roommate said 12:15, give or take.
His last page was at 12:09.
He was lured out and ambushed.
Looks like somebody wanted the charade to end.
It smells funny.
Smells funny how?
Like, I don't know, different than before.
Well, Hannah, that
is the accumulation of four years of bachelor dust.
Appealing.
I like what you've done with the place.
Your room is just down here.
Yeah, I know where it is, Dad.
I lived here, for, like, all my life
until we moved, remember?
Yeah... Have you seen the statistics
on age and memory?
It's actually pretty alarming.
You should consider taking supplements.
Wow.
Not bad, Dad.
Yeah, well, I have to admit, I did have someone help me
pick it out.
Yeah. Malone.
Um...
give me about 30 minutes,
and I'll meet you there, okay?
Sorry, honey, I got to...
I know.
Okay. I'll call you later.
I'll just keep myself busy with your handguns.
I'll call you
in a bit.
I have a boyfriend.
I know.
Could he come see me?
Yeah, we can discuss it later.
Okay?
Talk to you in a bit.
Dad?
Yes?!
Bye.
Okay.
Lock up.
And leave the safeties on the guns.
So, what happened?
As I was telling Agent Taylor,
Jay made a liquor run, and he said,
"Timmy, you're in charge."
Timmy, are you aware of the fact that you have the word "tool"
inscribed on your forehead?
It's just what friends do to friends
who can't hold their liquor.
So, Jay's not really a student?
DANNY: That's right.
Wow.
Were the two of you close?
Yeah. Jay's awesome.
He basically changed my life.
I was miserable here, totally depressed.
And then he answered my ad
for a roommate a few months ago, and everything changed.
In what way?
Hanging out with Jay,
you just feel like it's okay to be who you are.
Very existential.
Considering he's not even who he says he is,
it's totally Kafkaesque.
Um, did you see anybody
hanging around Jay's car last night?
No, I was in here the whole time.
You think some dude kidnapped him?
We're not sure. Do you?
Maybe.
I guess.
Last parents' weekend, Jay's couldn't make it--
if he even has parents--
so he tagged along with us.
Yeah, I love you, Mom. Okay.
Dad, thanks for coming.
Bye, guys.
Okay. Drive safe.
Hellish.
That was a hellish weekend.
Yeah. Whatever.
Your parents are great. Oh!
You guys seem really close.
Oh, we're close.
We're close the way conjoined twins are close.
Deal with it. It's a good thing.
You cool?
Yeah, it's nothing.
Oh, what's up?
Okay, part of the reason for the visit was
so my dad could tell me we can't afford tuition next semester.
Oh. He lost his job,
and we just don't have the money. What are you gonna do?
I don't know. I'm gonna take a semester off and work
until I earn enough money to reenroll, I guess?
You can't do that. It never works.
When you leave, it's hard to come back.
Well, I don't have a lot of choices.
I've already missed all the deadlines for financial aid.
I'll cover you.
It's ten grand, dude.
You can't afford it.
Yes, I can,
and you're taking the money.
How? You don't have a job.
Just don't worry about it.
You're a friend. You can pay me back over time.
This is important.
If you think you can swing it...
Thank you.
That's really generous.
Don't worry about. You're my boy.
Besides, you'd do the same thing for me.
: No, I-I wouldn't.
I mean, I would do a lot of things for you, man.
I would take you to the airport. I'd help you move,
but I would not give you ten grand.
When we got back,
he went into the closet and pulled out
a roll of cash bigger than my head, and just
peeled off ten grand, Scarface-style.
SAMANTHA: So, I looked into our boy's finances.
He has a checking account with less than $200 in it
and no credit cards.
Does he have a source of income?
None that I can find.
He doeshas a girlfriend, a teacher's assistant on campus.
Danny's going to talk to her.
So, how did it go with Hannah?
Uh, you know, it was pretty good...
She liked her room. Thank you.
Mm. You're welcome.
I hope you took credit for it.
I thought about it, but she's, uh, way too smart
to believe I had anything to do with it.
Anything on the prints from the car?
No, absolutely nothing.
You know, the name, the student ID--
it's all fabricated.
This Jay Lester doesn't exist.
These witness statements
from the party are beginning to sound
like an episode of Everybody Loves Jay.
Well, not everyone loves him.
Look at this.
I found this campus gossip site.
Whoever posted this was pissed off
and trying to dig up dirt on Mr. Lester.
Maybe it's linked to the money.
The only number we found on the pager was from a burner.
Maybe he was dealing and crossed the wrong person.
Yeah, but still doesn't explain why he was posing as a student.
Well, if you were a student,
and you're looking to buy a little weed,
would you rather brave the towers,
or buy from the guy playing ultimate Frisbee on the quad?
Plus, the campus police are no DEA.
All right, I'm gonna have Tech run down who posted this.
Jay is not a drug dealer.
Well, Holly, he had a lot
of money for being a college student.
Jay's broke.
He's never had any money.
I'm sorry. None of this makes any sense.
How did the two of you meet?
I teach computer science.
Jay's a student.
Okay, uh, when did your relationship move
beyond the, the student
About a month and a half ago.
I tried to stop it,
but sometimes you just meet someone
and...
you just know.
Yeah.
Did he mention anything about someone following him,
or did he express any concern
for his own safety?
No.
The school doesn't want me to talk about this,
but Jay and I were involved in something a couple weeks ago.
: Can you slow down?
Come on, any slower, we'll be walking.
What are you? What are you
Oh, God, you're so pathetic.
Really? Yes,
yes, I am pathetic.
No.
I can't be seen kissing a student, so...
I love you.
Shut your mouth.
No,
no, I am happy as hell right now.
Well, yeah, it's because
you're full of endorphins.
It's called a runner's high.
No, no, it's you.
I finally found my place.
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Here with you.
Now you're supposed to say something.
It's just you're a student
and... I'm a TA.
It's just tricky, you know, and...
I don't want to go public unless I know it's real.
It is real, Holly.
I love you.
Well, then, I guess you're going
to have to drop my class.
No problem.
WOMAN: No, get away from me.
MAN: Get back here.
WOMAN: Help, somebody help, please!
What happened?
Help me. He raped me.
Hey, hey!
You're okay. Hey!
You're okay. Get out of the car,
you son of a bitch.
Oh, get off me!
Nothing even happened.
She's lying. Shut up.
Holly, call campus security.
Okay. You're okay. Come on.
You're making a mistake, man.
You don't know who you're messing with.
I told you to shut up.
We stayed with her till campus police arrived,
and Jay gave his statement.
He said he'd do whatever it took to prosecute that pig.
Did you know the attacker?
Yeah. Chad Boswell.
He failed my class two semesters ago.
Holly, the-there's something I need to tell you
about the person that you know as Jay Lester.
What do you mean "the person I know"?
So, I talked to the university about the rape.
Charges were never filed against Boswell.
The victim dropped out of school
and refuses to talk to police.
Boswell must have
really intimidated her. Yeah, that
or she didn't want to go through a "he said/she said" rape trial.
Okay, here's what I'm trying to figure out.
If she dropped the case
and she's no longer in the picture,
then why is Boswell continuing to go after Jay
and set up this Web site to discredit him?
These guys protect each other.
I mean, his fraternity is on probation.
There was a hearing set up to review the incident.
This could still cost them their charter.
Well, it's starting to look more and more
like Boswell's the one who ambushed Jay at his car.
Yeah.
Morning, Chad.
: What's up?
Not much, bro.
How's your day going?
To be honest, less than stellar.
I got a test in, like, two hours that I crammed all night for.
Wow, that's amazing.
With all the raping and the online slander,
I can't imagine you have time to hit the books.
I didn't do anything.
She never filed charges.
My attorney's name is Bryan Ruben... Put a sock in it, Chad.
I want to talk about Jay Lester.
I don't know anything about that dude.
That's interesting because we traced
the Web site that you put up to discredit him
back to your frat house.
Sir, please, I just want this whole thing to go away.
Ah, now it's "sir," right.
Let me tell you something, Chad.
I am going to take it all away from you.
Since you like rape so much,
I know a fraternity house upstate
that you're going to love.
I just suggest that you bring soap on a rope.
Why am I being scapegoated?
Probably
because the whole world is out to get you and they've sent me
as their representative.
What happened to Jay Lester?
I don't know.
All right, I-I don't want any part of that guy.
In fact, I'm the one who deserves protection here.
What's up, man? Why are you messing with me?!
W-Whoa, whoa, w
The Web site... It was my lawyer.
He told me to do it to make you an unreliable witness.
What did you find out about me?
Nothing,
really, except you're not who you say you are.
Yeah, who do you think I am?
I got a bunch of e-mails saying
you're some guy named Blake Keyes.
Look, it doesn't matter to me, man.
Okay?
Take the site down.
Okay.
So who sent the e
I have no idea.
It was all anonymous, and I haven't seen him since.
That's the truth.
Yes, I'm sure it is.
Oh, and by the way, Chad, I talked to the DA.
He's going to refile the rape charges.
Is it "Y
Let's go with "Y-E-S."
Okay.
Oh, here we go.
Blake Keyes.
Fairfield, Connecticut.
Check out the date of birth.
He's 34 years old.
JACK: Hey, sweetie.
How's it going?
Good.
I found some of your old records in your closet.
Yeah, yeah, I know, your old man's a relic.
What, are you kidding me?
They're totally cool.
They'd go for major coin at a vintage store.
The Sex Pistols-- I had no idea.
Yeah, well, good luck finding something to play 'em on.
You know, I know it's hard to imagine, but I was young once,
and, actually, I was pretty hip.
Yeah, don't push it.
All right, listen, um...
I'm going to have to stay at work longer than I thought.
Hanna, are you going to be okay?
Dad, I understand you have a job.
Mom has one, too.
You don't have to check up on me every five minutes.
I have stayed home alone before.
O-Okay, then, I'll, um, call you in a bit.
Uh, no, I won't call you.
Maybe later.
Okay?
Bye.
SAMANTHA: All right,
so Jay Lester, who we thought was 22,
is actually a 34-year-old man named Blake Keyes.
Yep, Dr. Blake Keyes.
Graduated top of his class from Pritzker School of Medicine.
Most recently worked at an urgent care clinic in Fairfield.
You know, maybe a patient recognized him
and sent the e-mails to Boswell.
Viv's on her way to the clinic now.
Do we have a last known address for him?
No, the address on the license is a PO box.
Why would a practicing doctor be masquerading
as a college student?
Uh, coeds?
Or maybe he got into trouble
and needed a place to lay low.
SAMANTHA: Well, college is a good place to do that.
I mean, he can blend in, be whoever he wants to be.
Obviously, the plan didn't work
'cause someone caught up with him.
I have no idea why Blake would be living
as a college student.
How long did he work here?
A few months.
I was really sorry to lose him.
Great doctor.
Patients loved him, totally dedicated.
He was in it for all the right reasons.
Then why'd he leave?
Look, most of my patients don't have insurance.
If this clinic closes, they don't have a lot of options.
I'm here about Dr. Keyes.
Nothing you say to me will come back on you.
Well, the Hippocratic oath is one thing,
but Blake got in over his head.
BLAKE: Here we go.
Got it all.
Blake, everything all right in here?
Get your ass out of here
and let the man work.
Hey, hey, put down the gun. What the hell's going on in here?
Everyone just relax. Put the gun down.
What is this?
I'm sorry, Dr. Rivkin.
Just let me, let me close him up and I'll explain.
You don't think this was the first time he aided criminals?
I know for a fact it wasn't.
Apparently, the first time
they forced him into it,
and then once his name got out there,
these thugs kept coming back to him,
but he promised it wouldn't happen again.
And with that promise
you let him keep his job?
Well, Blake was an asset.
Most guys with his talent
just use this place as a steppingstone,
but Blake was all in.
So then why'd he leave? I don't know.
After all that, he handed in his resignation a week later.
That was four months ago.
I haven't seen or heard from him since.
So, I just talked to Viv.
Looks like Blake Keyes was the underworld's doctor of choice.
You get shot or stabbed committing a crime,
he's your go-to guy.
He's probably getting paid under the table,
which accounts for all that extra cash.
Yeah, and it also means that he can drop a dime
on a lot of these criminals,
and they are not going to let him walk away.
Our suspect tracked him down to shut him up.
Yeah, and you know he knew these guys
didn't get shot doing charity work.
He chose to get involved with these people.
It's hard to feel sorry for him.
Hope you guys aren't too attached to Blake Keyes.
Why Oh, a little thing
called a death certificate.
The real Blake Keyes died eight months ago.
But we found out he has a PO box registered
to a Steven Garcia.
Yeah, Steven Garcia.
Been renting this room for six years.
There you go.
LANDLORD: Did he, uh, do something wrong?
A PO box belonging to someone we're looking for.
We were able to trace it back to this address.
Is this, uh...
is this Steven Garcia?
Yeah, that's him.
Uh-huh.
You ever hear anybody refer to him as Jay or Blake?
No, but he's never here.
Sends me a cashier's check once a month.
You know, perfect tenant.
When was the last time you saw him?
Oh, I don't know.
A couple... a few days ago.
So, what was it?
A couple What?
DANNY: Jack.
Come take a look at this.
There's at least ten IDs here,
and this one dates back 16 years.
So, do you want to tell me
when the last time it is you saw him?
He was here last night.
Steven?
Damn it! Dave, you scared me.
Who's that guy parked out front?
Oh, he's just a friend of mine.
Well, your friend came by earlier
and jacked me up looking for a guy named Blake.
Did you let him inside?
Yeah, to prove you weren't here so he didn't blow my face off.
What'd you... what'd you say to him?
Gave him the address you mail your rent from
and I told him what kind of car you drive.
Again, he had a pretty convincing gun in my face.
Look, Dave... You in some kind of trouble, Steven?
You need me to call the cops?
No, no, no trouble.
I'm sorry I got you involved in this.
There's no need to call the cops, okay.
Could we just keep this between the two of us?
Yeah.
I gotta go, Dave.
And that's it.
So, some guy shoves a piece in your face
and you don't call the cops.
I'm in a beef with my ex over alleged late child support.
I don't need the attention.
What was in the bag? A human head,
for all I know. I wouldn't even
hazard a guess. All right, do you think
you could give us a sketch of the man that threatened you?
You bet.
Tell me that you got his license plate.
Damn right I did.
You stick a gun in my face, I'm getting your tags.
H-T-J-4-7...
The vehicle was reported stolen two days ago.
I ran the plate; saw your people had flagged it,
so I called it in.
Didn't touch a thing.
We appreciate that.
How long has it been here?
Local called in a burned-out car about an hour ago.
You open it, please. Sure.
Ugh...
Hey, Jim!
So, that body you found in the trunk
has a thousand-dollar smile. The guy had three gold teeth,
which rules out him being our missing person.
Then who was it? I don't know yet.
But I'm looking at the coroner's report.
He had a gunshot to the stomach
with a separate incision and some gauze stuffed up
into the wound.
Looks like somebody forced our guy to go back to work.
It would help if we could ID this body.
I reached out to NYPD
in hopes that they could give us some reports
on shots fired in the last 24 hours.
So, we'll see. Okay.
How you doing here?
Well, he's been tumbling Social Security numbers.
He takes a valid number, then he changes one digit.
He's been doing it for 16 years,
and he's really meticulous.
So he's creating identities instead of stealing them.
Exactly, except for Blake Keyes.
You know, he's the only specific identity Jay assumed.
But he's been studying him really well, you know,
the apartment was filled with medical texts.
What is so special about Blake Keyes?
I don't know, but Blake's sister
is coming in from Williamsburg, so we'll find out.
Hannah?
I'm home.
Hannah?
Hola.
Where the hell are you?
I went out.
Clearly, after I told you not to.
Where are you?
Why are you so angry?
Because you're in New York City
and I'm your father, and I specifically told you
not to leave this apartment.
No, you did not.
You told me to lock up.
There's a difference.
Do not be a wise ass with me.
This crap that you were doing with your mother in Chicago,
is not gonna fly with me. You got it?
When I tell you to stay in the apartment,
you stay inside the apartment, okay?
End of story.
You got it?
Whatever. Bye.
Is that our burn victim
on one of his better days?
I'm looking for mug shots.
NYPD sent footage of a pawn shop robbery
that went down last night.
Owner put a round into the suspect's stomach.
Clothing matches fragments that we found on our corpse.
You know, whoever our missing person actually is,
it's kind of unfortunate.
This kid's got a lot of potential.
Could've been whoever he wanted to be.
I think he's a lost soul.
He's still a criminal.
He's pretended to be a doctor.
He obviously kept doing these underground surgeries.
Although, I'm not really sure
it's just about the cash for him.
Maybe he gets a rush out of it.
Maybe.
Ah! Here's our body.
Scott McBride, 27.
Did eight years for armed robbery.
All right.
I'll check it out, see where it leads.
His real name is Jon Burroughs.
Apparently he has a lot of real names.
No, that's Jon.
I've known him since we were kids.
Were you aware that he was impersonating your brother?
Yes.
I started getting telemarketing calls for Blake.
It used to happen all the time.
Blake had split up with his girlfriend,
so he was living with me before he died.
And at first I just brushed them off thinking
they didn't know about his death,
but when the calls kept coming, I knew something was wrong.
Good afternoon.
I'm Dr. Keyes.
Chelsea...
I can explain.
What the hell are you doing?
This is sick! My brother is dead.
I know.
I know,
I saw that Blake died, and I got this idea,
and it got out of hand.
"Got out of hand"?!
Unbelievable.
What? Are you getting some kind of kick out of this?
No, I didn't want to hurt anyone.
I just...
wanted to be Blake.
Or I wanted his life.
No, you don't.
You have no idea.
Do you even know what happened to him?
I saw the obituary.
I assumed that he got sick or was in some sort of accident.
He swallowed a bottle of pills.
He was a frustrated, broken,
manic-depressive mess.
Why would he do that?
He had everything.
Well, I guess everything wasn't enough for him.
I'm... I'm really, really sorry, Chelsea.
Yeah, just live your own life, Jon.
And stop living my brother's
because you don't know anything about it.
Blake was one of those people
who looked like he had a perfect life.
Always the center of attention.
But inside it was a different story.
Jon didn't know that.
You said you knew him since you were kids. How?
Well, Jon's mother was our live-in nanny.
I was the youngest,
and she and Jon lived in our guest house
until I left for college.
All right, did Jon always idolize Blake?
I think it was more about the attention Blake got.
Jon's mother was with us all day,
so, looking back,
he was starved for that attention.
I want this one to go in the middle.
Good eye, Chelsea.
That's a beautiful horse.
Mr. Keyes?
What happened?
What happened, Jon?
I got an urgent call at work saying one of my sons
had been caught shoplifting cigarettes.
When I got there, it was Jon.
He told the manager
that his last name was Keyes.
Jon?
Jonathan Burroughs, you look at me when I'm talking to you!
I am. This family has been
wonderful to us
and this is how you repay them?
I didn't mean anything by it.
I just thought they'd forgive me if I was a Keyes.
Well, you're not.
You're Jonathan Burroughs,
and this is not your family.
Am I clear? Yes, ma'am.
Go.
I'll deal with you later.
I am so sorry, Mr. Keyes.
I will clear this whole thing up.
I really don't know what's wrong with that boy.
Jon's entire childhood was like that.
He was always on the outside
looking in at all of us.
Never his mother's priority.
Have you seen Jon since the clinic?
No, I checked back a couple days later.
He was already gone.
Hey, Viv, hold up a second.
You got something? Yeah, I sure do.
You know our burn victim Scott McBride?
He's got a brother named Grady McBride.
Spent his entire life in and out of prison,
including a 12-year stint for manslaughter.
Take a look.
Matches the sketch we got from the landlord.
And if he torched his own brother,
I can only imagine what he did to Jon Burroughs.
We found
a picture of your brother Scott from the good old days.
You know, when he still had skin.
You think I killed my brother, you're nuts.
Um,
I think you also murdered him.
Grady, I've never seen this guy.
your brother was shot
during a robbery.
Obviously you couldn't take him to a hospital,
so you kidnapped Jon Burroughs to save him.
I don't know any Jon Burroughs.
That's because
you know him as Blake Keyes.
Grady, No, I don't know him, period.
you had a bitch of a night, okay.
You had robbery that went wrong, your brother died,
you torched the car, and all because
you picked up a doctor who happens to be a fake.
You know, No, you got it wrong.
right now I got you
on two counts of murder. I can spare you
the injection if you can help me
locate that guy.
Can you make me some kind of deal?
He just did.
No, I... I want something.
I want my brother's teeth back.
I'm assuming you're referring
to the gold ones. They used to be
a gold watch my dad gave him.
Those teeth are like a family heirloom.
Hmm.
Okay.
Okay,
first off, I didn't kill anyone.
That won't get you the teeth.
That's the truth.
I thought this guy Blake was a doctor.
Scotty got shot, and I knew he needed help.
And-and this guy wouldn't answer my page.
I had some buddies who'd used him
in the past, right?
They knew where he lived, but he wasn't there,
so I-I finally ran him down at the college.
I thought we had more time than we did.
Hurry up, man!
He's bleeding a lot.
Oh.
Please.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
You're going to be all right, okay?
Just... just put...
put some of this on your stomach,
and hold it there, okay?
Listen to me. Listen, okay?
What are you doing? Get to work, man. The bullet
might have perforated his stomach lining.
He needs a hospital.
Hospital's not an option.
That's why you're here.
I told you I'm not a doctor.
I can't do it.
You've done it before. No,
we're talking major surgery here, okay. It's over my head.
Look...
my brother dies, so do you.
Listen to me, all right. I'm not a doctor!
I can't do it!
What the hell am I gonna do?
Hey, maybe...
maybe I can slow the bleeding a little bit,
but he-he needs a hospital.
Right now.
I don't want to see your brother die out here.
You keep him alive.
Okay.
And we got close to the hospital...
but Scotty couldn't hold on.
So I,
I drove back to the lot and I...
I lit up the car.
But I couldn't bring
myself to pull his teeth, you know.
Mmm.
It's understandable.
So what did you do
with Jon Burroughs?
I let him go.
I-I dropped him off at Midtown.
Could you be more vague?
A couple blocks from Penn Station.
That's all I got.
Are we cool?
I'm going to have to verify your story
before I can release the teeth.
And you're sure he boarded the train?
Okay.
Thanks for your help.
Transit confirms Grady's story.
Burroughs bought a single ride on the Adirondack
about an hour ago.
Making a beeline for Canada.
Well, maybe not. Take a look at this.
That line-- it goes right by the campus, Viv.
But he's already burned all those bridges.
Why circle back?
Because it's over.
Which is It all fell apart.
exactly when he cuts bait and starts a new identity.
Why change now?
Because he met a woman and he fell in love.
Is there any better reason?
Well, on the off chance that you're wrong,
I'm calling the RCMP.
MARTIN: Holly?
Where's Jon?
I don't know.
Is he still here?
No.
How long ago did he leave?
Look, I don't want to talk to you guys.
DANNY: Is he okay?
Look, all we want to do is help.
He was waiting for me outside my office.
Holly.
Oh, my...
Are you okay?
Where have you been?
FBI's looking for you.
I'm fine.
Oh, well, that's...
that's just great, 'cause I'm not.
I don't know what to say.
You could start by telling me your name.
My real name...
is Jon Burroughs.
Well, it's not spectacular, but there you go.
Why do you do this?
I... I guess...
...because nobody's ever looked at me.
I just never felt like I was enough.
So, I,
I figure out who people want me to be
and that's what I become.
But it never lasts.
Until I met you.
You're the first person
that's ever seen me, Holly.
Just don't.
None of it was real.
How could it be?
You weren't even you.
Yes, yes, I was.
Every single moment between us
was real.
It was you and it was me
and I've never felt that way before.
This is impossible now.
I know.
I've made a lot of mistakes in my life,
but this is by far the biggest.
You know what really sucks?
I would have loved you anyway.
He asked me not to contact the police, so I didn't.
You have any idea where he was headed?
Look, I told you he's okay.
Can't you just let it go?
He's not hurting anybody.
MARTIN: Unfortunately it doesn't work that way. If you don't
tell us what we need to know, we're gonna have to charge you.
You know, you've been very helpful.
That's my card.
If you think of anything else,
please do not hesitate to call.
Good evening.
What the hell was that?
What was what? That!
Uh, she just said she saw him.
Obviously, the guy's not missing.
Yeah, okay, I-I get that.
But the guy's also broken numerous laws.
We can't just let that go.
We notified AMA. We're covered.
I-I really
don't think this guy's gonna be playing doctor anytime soon.
Okay, how can you be so sure?
Do you have any leads?
'Cause I sure as hell don't.
Now if you want to go chase a ghost, be my guest.
Me? I want to save some taxpayer cash
and have a tofu burger, that's it.
Tofu burger?
Why you so intent on giving this guy a pass?
: All right, let me ask you something.
You never wanted to scratch your name and start from zero?
Hmm?
Because I have.
I don't know.
Hell, Let's go get something to eat.
I might want to become a doctor after all this.
That's a scary thought.
Or a veterinarian.
Hey, Dad.
I picked up some Chinese,
but, uh, I guess it could be lunch tomorrow.
Listen, um...
I'm really sorry about flying off the handle this afternoon.
It was very theatrical.
Yes, it was.
Um...
Look, I think you're old enough to hear it.
I really haven't had a chance
to be a real father to you in the last four years.
So, you know,
I'm a little rusty.
And, you know, anger is a...
place that I go to easily,
and usually
with the same negative results.
But that was the father that you grew up with.
I'm getting really tired of being that guy.
I have no idea
what kind of father
I'm going to make.
But I'm pretty sure
it's going to be better than the previous guy.
Does the new one like pasta?
As a matter of fact, he does.
Good.
'Cause it's getting cold.
Okay, Chief.
So you're the new guy, eh?
Bill Henderson.
Hey, nice to meet you, Bill.
I'm Jon Burroughs.
What you got there?
Oh, uh, it's, uh, Dostoevsky.
I'm studying literature
over at the community college.
These meatheads find out you can read,
they'll think you're management in disguise.
Thanks for the heads-up.
Welcome aboard.
Thanks a lot. It's really good to be here.
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