Deadly Deed: A Fixer Upper Mystery (2018) - full transcript

I'm telling you, okay?

That old rich lady
who lived here

died last year.

This place gives me the creeps.

Come on! Who knows
what we could find?

Sweet.

Come on.

You know, we could probably...

Trevor?

- Ah!
- Oh!

You're a jerk!



Ooh, hoo-hoo.
It's what you get.

Someone's downstairs.

Dude.

Go, go, go!

This way!

Mac?

Coming!

Hey! I almost went
to drag you out of bed.

Yeah, I was up late
last night, writing.

And yet, you still got up
to volunteer for my project.

What a guy!

You told me I had no choice.

True.

But if my dad and I are
gonna finish this project,



we have to marshal
all of our resources.

Thank you, by the way,

for delaying the work
on your house.

Oh, I don't mind the delay.

I like my little writing pad,

and my mostly-nice landlady.

"Mostly"?

You might want to rethink that,

if you want a ride
to the forrest house.

Oh, I'm going to have
to meet you there.

I'm picking up my niece
at the ferry this morning.

That's right!
Today is the day.

Uh, I'm all ready.

I have clean sheets on the bed

in the guest room.

You sure about this?

I mean, a teenager in
the house for two weeks?

I hear that teenagers
are people, too.

Seriously. I am excited
to get to know her.

Well, I'll bring Callie
by the house then.

You can put a power tool
in her hand.

Let's start with a paintbrush.

Yeah.

Better idea? Okay.
I'll see you there.

Bye.

Wow! Look at
all the volunteers.

Morning!

Although, I still can't believe

that the bank actually
donated this house.

Why do you say that?

The mortgage for my b&b

is from the same bank,
and let's just say

I try very hard
not to miss a payment.

Hmm.

Wow. This is great!

Hey, Marie!

Shannon!

Hello.

The big day is finally here.

We are very excited.

Jenn, this is Marie bishop.

Hey.

She is the executive director
at sunny site housing.

It was her idea

to turn this house
into apartments

for her low-income clients.

Such a great idea.

It will be,
if we can get it done in time.

That's Dave drummond over there.

I think you met him.

Yeah, the vice president
at the bank.

Yeah, he's checking to see

if the bank president will show
for the photo op that I set up

with the newspaper.

That would be great.

More publicity
will mean more volunteers.

That's the idea!

All right.
We'll see guys both inside.

- You bet.
- Pleased to meet you.

You too.

So, what did she mean,

if you pull it off in time?

Donations to non-profits
come with conditions.

The condition on this one

is it has to be done

in a three-month timeframe,

otherwise, the house
reverts back to the bank.

Shannon, that isn't
a lot of time.

We'll get it done.

So, is Mr. Potter coming?

Patrice said
she put it on his calendar,

and he didn't say
he's not coming.

That doesn't sound promising.

Well, he lost the vote,

and the board
approved the donation,

and he needs to get over it.

Uncle Mac!

Callie!

Look at you!

You're like a foot taller
than when I saw you last!

Well, at least an inch, anyway.

Yeah, how was that ferry ride?

Thrilling.

Oh, well, say goodbye
to those thrills.

I'm putting you to work
for the next two weeks.

On what?

Well, you'll see.

Ah! There you are.

Just give me a second.

So, all these people keep
asking me where they should go,

and I have no idea
what to tell them.

Oh, well...

Hi! Hi, Sean.

Jennifer, hey.

- Hey!
- Wow. It's been awhile.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Um, hope you're okay
getting a little paint

on that outfit.

Oh, a little splash of color
might brighten things up.

So...

Do any of these people know
what they're doing, or...?

Well, if they don't,
we can teach them.

I taught you, didn't I?

Dad, I thought I would have
jenn start a sign-up sheet.

She could get
people's contact information,

and then see if they have skills
that we could use.

Good idea.

Sean, grab a couple of boys

and unload the supplies, okay?

We'll set up a command
center inside.

Yes, sir.

I always thought
Sean was kinda cute.

Okay.

All right, everyone! Can I get
a line-up of volunteers

along the wall here, please?

What a turnout, huh?

Yeah, it's good
to see people pitching in

for a good a cause.

Oh, my gosh. You're him!
Macintyre Sullivan.

Wow, I finally get to meet you.

Hi! Uh,
I'm Whitney Sloane.

I own beacon books.

Oh! Yeah, I love that place.

This is my niece, Callie.

Hello.

Hi.

Now, "Sloane"?

Any relation to Tommy Sloane,
the police officer?

Yeah. He's my brother.

He said that he knows you,

and I've been bugging him to ask

if you'd do a signing
at my shop.

Well, now
you can bug me yourself.

Shall we?

Come on.

So, we'll use our guys
to frame in the walls

here and here,

and then we'll use volunteers
to hang the sheetrock.

It's gonna take a lot
of quality control.

Hey there, Marie.

I have to introduce you
to one of our families.

This is Jim Hopkins
and his son, Elliot.

Hey.

They're slated to get

one of the apartments
when you're done.

Yes, and I'm told
none of this would be possible

if the two of you didn't
volunteer and take charge,

so thank you.

Happy to help.

This'll be

the first home of their own
in over a year.

Yes. I lost my job when
the cement plant shut down.

Hasn't been easy,
but with all this going on,

it looks like things
are looking up.

So, Elliot, are you gonna help
with the renovation?

Uh, yeah, well,
don't like sleeping

on my cousin's couch too much.

Well, in return
for your hard work,

you and your dad can pick out

the apartment you like best.

Deal.

Oh, um, the newspaper
people should be here now,

so, come on, Elliot, let's go
say "cheese" for the cameras.

- Okay?
- Picture time.

Hey, Mac.
You are just in time

to be memorialized
in the lighthouse cove news.

Wow...

You must be Callie.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

Okay, everyone!
Come on in!

Come on. We're gonna take
a photo, everyone!

That's good! Come on.
Get in nice and close.

Okay, everyone,
squeeze together.

Make a couple lines.

Sorry.

That's great. Okay.

Everyone, get in,
and squeeze together!

Yeah. Okay.

Wait.

Oh, so Charles deigned
to show his face after all.

Mr. Potter!

Patrice.
So glad you made it.

Wouldn't miss it.

Everyone, make room
for the President of the bank.

Okay, everybody...

Smile!

Okay, we're splitting up
the volunteer assignments

between those
that require expertise,

and those that don't.

Terrific. I'll take
these to Jennifer,

and in a few minutes,

you'll be hearing
the sweet sound of construction.

Thanks, dad.

Now, Mr. Potter,

my sources tell me
you opposed this donation.

I make no apologies for that.

It's my job to ensure
a profit for the bank.

It's also my job to carry out

the wishes
of my board of directors,

so I will be keeping my eye
on the renovation,

and making sure the donation
is used properly.

I just have one more
question, though,

about the project,

and I understand
from my sources...

I'm guessing he's
the one that came up

with the three-month deadline.

Good guess.

I should get back to the bank.

Let me know if there's
anything else I can do

to help move
the project, uh, along.

Thanks, Dave.

You've been awesome.

So, what is my work assignment
for today?

Oh, great!
You're a plumber!

You're gonna be joining
the crew in the basement.

Thank you.

Hello, ladies!

I'm going to have you
sanding cabinets in the kitchen.

Thanks very much.

Hey, Andy.
How's it going?

You're up painting
in the master bedroom.

Thanks.

Aren't you worried

that one's a spy
for Mr. Potter?

Who? Patrice?

Hi there.

I'm having you
off-loading supplies

just at the side of the house.

You just know she's the one
that writes those letters.

The ones that make you feel

like they're about
to snatch your place

away from you.

I'm gonna get you
in the clean-up crew.

It's on the third floor.

So I'm guessing that

you have a mortgage
with his bank also?

My bookstore.

Recently, I tried to refinance,

but even though the loan
officer approved it,

Potter shot it down.

Oh, he is a micro-manager,
all right.

He's worse than that.

He is...

Donut?

Ooh! Coconut!
My fave.

I wanted to make sure you both
got one before they're gone.

So good.

Looks like someone
took a saw to this.

I worked 25 years at my job,

and it's not my fault
the cement plant shut down.

That's not my problem.

What kind of a man are you?

The kind of man
who doesn't rely on handouts.

Excuse me.

Is everything okay?

Are you in charge
of this renovation?

Yeah. My dad and I.

If that's the quality
of help you have,

I'd be worried about
making your deadline.

I'm sorry, Mr. Potter,
but is there a problem?

I just saw one of our clients
looking very upset.

Ms. Bishop, I've been
wanting to talk to you.

I have reason to believe

that Dave drummond
duped our board of directors

into approving this "donation".

Well, you can't be serious.

Are you saying you know
nothing about it?

I'm saying that
you must be mistaken.

And what about you?

Did drummond offer you
something to stay quiet?

Stay quiet about what?

Mr. Potter,

I don't know
what you think is happening,

but Shannon has volunteered
her time and her expertise...

Most volunteers I know
ladle soup in a kitchen,

they don't work gratis
for months.

Unless they expect to get
something in return.

Well, what I get in return

is the satisfaction
of helping people.

Well, for your sake,
I hope that's true.

Wow.

Well, I hope
this hasn't made you

rethink taking on this project.

No. No, don't
worry about it.

I am not easily intimidated.

But that guy is riled
up about something.

There you go.
Third floor.

Sean!

Wow, this place looks great.

It's amazing how fast

you got all this together.

Yeah, it's 'cause
I've had a little help

from my new supply crew.

I was wondering,
is this a real job,

or just where
you stick the kids?

Well, this is actually

the hub of the entire operation.

Hey, just letting you know
I'm leaving now.

This is for you... my card...

If you want to set up
that book signing.

You should do it, uncle Mac!

I've never been to one
of your book signings before.

Uh, thanks, yeah.

I'll pick a date
and I'll give you a call.

Great.

You mean, I could get a chance
to stand in line

and get your autograph?

You're making fun of me.

No. Yes. A little.

And this is your room.

And your uncle
is right out back,

if you need to talk to him.

Or I can just text him.

He writes pretty funny texts.

He does write funny texts.

He's really happy
that you're here.

I missed him.

Like, so much.

I wish he hadn't
moved away, but...

Guess I don't blame him,

after all that drama from
him calling off the wedding.

Bathroom's down that way, right?

Uh, Mac... he was engaged?

Thought you knew.

Pretend I didn't say that.

He was engaged?

What?

This seriously might be

one of the prettiest places
I've ever been.

Wait till you see

the house that
your uncle bought.

It's right on the water.

Yeah, Shannon's
renovating that one, too.

Although he doesn't
make it easy.

Always adding changes
that he wants.

He's a very demanding client.

I think the word you're looking
for is "discriminating".

No, that's not the word
I'm looking for.

I'd like to propose a toast

to Callie's arrival
in lighthouse cove.

To Callie.

Mm. Excuse me.

What?

What's up?

Some tiles we need
first thing tomorrow

didn't make
the delivery truck today.

I better text Sean,
see if he can help me

get them
to the job site tonight.

Well, uncle Mac,
you can help her.

No.

It's your first night here.
It's not a big deal.

Yeah, I'm gonna hang with you.

Well, my favorite show
is on tonight.

I'll watch it with you!

I'm not gonna leave you alone

in an unfamiliar place.

I don't need a babysitter.

I'm almost 15.

That is pretty old.

So then you can help Shannon.

Apparently, it's settled.

Well, then,

I propose another toast
to Callie.

I think that's a good idea.

I wonder who that was.

Nice of someone to leave
the light on in the garage.

The garage should
be locked up tight.

Sean wouldn't have
left it open like that.

Well, maybe he came back
to get some work done.

Something isn't right.

Oh, no!

That's Charles Potter,

the bank president.

I can't a find a pulse.

Okay, you said you saw

a pick-up parked out front
when you arrived?

Yeah. A Ford.

It pulled away as soon
as we got here.

I'm pretty sure it was blue,

with a white hard top...
Like an older model.

Any idea who it belonged to?

No.

And you don't know
why Potter was here tonight?

Or who else
might have been here with him?

No, but when he was here
earlier today,

he rubbed a lot of people
the wrong way.

Like who?

Me, for one.

Uh, Marie bishop,
the director of the non-profit.

He had words with one of
the volunteers, Jim Hopkins.

Well, the coroner is pretty sure

we're looking
at the cause of death

as blunt-force trauma
to the head.

Could it have been
with a Crescent wrench?

Why would you say that?

While we were waiting,

I noticed one of
ours is missing.

That peg is empty.

When I left work earlier today,

there was a Crescent wrench

hanging from it,

black and red grip.

Oh, tell them
what else you noticed.

Uh, the hem of Potter's pants,

if you look along the bottom,

there's darker stains.

They're fading now,

but they were darker
when we got here.

Yeah, looked to us

like the bottom
of his pants were wet.

It's faint,

but I see it
now that you point it out.

You make sure ed gets a picture
before it dries any more.

I took a picture,
right after I called you guys,

if you want it.

Callie's sound asleep.

Good. That means
she's comfortable.

You okay?

I don't understand...

Yeah.

I mean, all the years
I covered crime,

I could never come up
with a satisfactory explanation

for why murder happens so often.

I guess that's why I feel
compelled to write about it.

To try and make sense of it.

I think it's just hitting me.

A guy that I talked to
just hours ago,

murdered in such a brutal way.

It's not an image I'm gonna get

out of my mind any time soon.

What?

Someone you know was murdered?

Here. Hot cocoa.

It'll make you
feel sleepy again.

Thanks, uncle Mac.

I don't need that
to fall asleep.

I'm not a little kid.

Oh, well, more for me, then.

I'll drink it 'cause I like it.

Can't believe someone
was killed in that house,

practically right
where I was standing.

I'm sorry you had to find out
like this.

Do you think the killer
was someone you know?

Let's say no more questions
for tonight, okay?

You know, when I was young,

and would worry,

my mom would tell me

that if I would quiet my mind
and listen really well,

that I could hear all of
the good things in the world,

and that they outweighed
the bad.

The project is resuming.

We'll let you know...

- Okay, thanks for volunteering.
- Take care. Bye.

Well, that's the second
volunteer that's had

a terrible story
about Charles Potter.

I'm getting the strangest
reactions, too.

We should write down
what people are telling us.

Maybe one of the stories

will lead to whoever
killed Potter.

Or maybe you could
leave that to the police.

Dad. Hi. What I meant

was, uh, that I would be passing
the stories along to Tommy.

It's his job to collect them,
not yours.

You start asking questions
to someone

who happens to be the killer,
what happens then?

We find the killer.

That's kind of like

putting a target on yourself.

Last time you were
curious about a murder,

you put your life in danger.

Promise me you'll let
the police handle this.

Come on, Shannon.

You don't want your dad
worrying, do you?

No, I don't.

I promise that I will leave

the question-asking
to the police.

Thank you.

I'm gonna go pick up
the hoist for tomorrow.

Jennifer, maybe we could go
grab a bite to eat,

go to a movie, sometime?

Uh, sure.
A movie sounds great.

Okay.

Bye.

I totally think he just
asked you on a date.

Uh, I think that
you might be right.

So, listen, tell me,

why haven't you and Mac
ever gone to the movies?

W-We, uh...

Neither of us are
in dating mode right now.

Okay, but you've gone for
dinner a few times, right?

Do you consider that a date?

Yes.

I... I don't know.

We made this agreement,

that both of us are fine
just being friends, so...

Mm-hmm. Mm. Sure.

Okay.

What's next?

Uh... a week from Friday
looks good.

That'll be something fun
for Callie's last night.

Wonderful.

I'm sure that you'll get
a great turnout.

So many people have
heard you live here,

and they've all been
asking about you.

Now they finally
get to meet you.

Well, I'm glad it puts you
in such a good mood.

Oh. Sounds awful, doesn't it?

To be in such a good mood
when Charles Potter is dead.

I mean, it's awful
he was murdered,

but I can't help but be relieved

he won't be making my life
so difficult anymore,

and I'm sure
I'm not the only one.

You know someone
who might have wanted him, uh...

My uncle would like to buy
these books for me, please.

I mean, you always say

books are a worthy investment.

I do say that.

Well, I can tell you

all the great reading
spots in town.

Although the best one by far
is at rocky point park.

There's a bench
that overlooks the water,

and it's so quiet and peaceful.

It's the best spot ever
to escape from the world.

Thanks.
We'll check it out.

Great choices.

Yes. Thank you.
We really appreciate it.

All right. Bye.

All right, who is next?

Well, we just have a few more,

but I can't... I can't
read their writing.

Is that a five
or is that a three?

That's it.

That is the blue truck

we saw leaving here last night,

just before
we found Potter's body.

So, what, you think that
that could be his killer?

Shannon...

So, Charles Potter was killed
here

as in, right here?

Well, out back,
by the garage, but yes.

Wow. That's terrible.

I mean, look,

I didn't exactly like him,
right, but...

You heard him...

How he implied "a real man"
wouldn't take a handout.

I didn't hear
what he was saying to you,

but, uh, I did hear

somebody saw your truck
parked here last night.

Oh, yeah.
It was me and Elliot.

We, uh, came by to take a look
at our future house.

Parked awhile, talked...

Made plans for the new place.

Did you see anybody come or go?

No. Nobody.

Hey, if we're not
gonna work today,

I'm gonna get going,

so, uh, let me know
if you need me.

Hey, we don't have your number!

Bishop has it!

He's definitely in a hurry
to get out of here.

Yeah, and, Shannon,

you definitely just broke
your promise to your dad,

asking Jim all those questions.

I know. You know me.

I cannot help it.

Shannon! What if
he is the killer?

He's probably gonna figure out
that you are the witness.

Oh, good. It's Tommy.

Hey, Tommy. You got to go
catch up with Jim Hopkins.

That's exactly who
I'm looking for.

After you told us
he had words with Potter,

I ran a background check.

He's got a record,

and his dmv printout
shows that he drives a...

A blue truck.
He was just here,

and he admitted
that he was here last night.

He went that way.

I just hate to think
that a single father

who has to take care of a kid

would commit murder.

I know. Me too.

Hey, do you think it would it be
breaking my promise to my dad

if I tried to find out
why Jim Hopkins has a record?

I mean, I guess not.

What if I asked Marie bishop

how Jim Hopkins became
a client of sunny site housing?

Okay, that would definitely
be breaking your promise.

You're probably right.

Yeah.

What if you asked for me?

Shannon, no.

And don't think you'll be able
to talk me into it this time.

How does she do it?

How does she talk me
into these things?

Dave... Dave, stop.

This conversation
is not finished.

You can't just pretend
it didn't happen.

What did you expect
me to do? Hmm?

Shannon.
Been wondering where you are.

At the forrest house,

waiting for my dad
to drop a hoist off.

You wouldn't happen to be near
a computer right now, would you?

Uh, yeah, trying to squeeze out
a few paragraphs

while I wait for Callie.

We're headed
to the park in a bit.

Good.

So tell me, how would you,
as an investigative reporter,

find out someone's
prior convictions?

Well, I'd probably do a quick
search of public records...

What's his name?

Jim Hopkins.
Probably James Hopkins.

James... Hopkins.

Give it a sec.

Even in the Internet age,

it takes some time
to pry open a man's secrets.

Hmm. Maybe I should've conducted
an online search on you.

Me?

Why? You think
I have secrets?

I don't know. Do you?

Uh... search results coming in.

So, Jim Hopkins...
Is he a suspect?

He showed up here

in the blue truck
that we saw last night.

Tommy says he has a record.

He does.

He's, uh, was convicted for
Grand Theft Auto,

mathes county, July, 1997.

20 years ago.

So nothing else?
Nothing violent?

That's all that comes up.

Okay. Thanks. Okay, gotta go,

before my dad thinks

I'm painting
a target on my back.

Target?

Hey, what are you...

Ready to go?

Yep.

Okay. Good.

Slide 'er down.
Slowly.

Good.

There you go.

Thanks.

Thank you.

We'll get it
the rest of the way.

Oh. Almost forgot.
Take a look at this.

I was finishing
the paperwork for the county,

and took another look
at the appraisal.

Then I thought, this can't be
the appraisal for this house.

Maybe they gave us
the wrong one.

That's the right address.

Yeah, but look at
the appraisal value.

Yeah, that can't be right,
it's too low.

This house is worth
at least three times as much.

Absolutely.

I wonder if that's
what he was talking about.

What who was talking about?

I'm gonna head down to the bank,

see how this happened.

Just give it to me.
I'll handle it.

No, you guys keep working.
I got it.

I'm gonna walk around a bit.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Elliot.

Hey, Callie.

Nice spot, huh?

Yeah.

So...

I heard my uncle
talking on the phone.

Do the police think
your dad had something to do

with that old man
getting killed?

I guess.

Dad made me leave

when the police came
to search my cousin's house,

but I still saw them
put him in a police car.

That's terrible.

Do you think that...?

You asking me if I think
my dad killed Mr. Potter?

...apparently.

Well, you've got to go tell him.

Elliot?

Callie...

Everything okay?

Patrice...

Oh! Hi!

Sorry, uh...

I'm just... I'm just packing up
Mr. Potter's things

to make room for
the new acting president.

I don't mean to interrupt.

I was just wanting to talk
to you about the appraisal

for the house donated
to sunny site.

Oh, well, you should
ask Mr. Drummond,

who is also
the new acting president.

At least until
the board appoints him

to the position permanently.

Drummond got Potter's job?

Uh, yes.

He's always wanted
to be president of this bank.

- Oh, let me help you with that.
- Oh, thank you.

What is it?

It's heavier than I thought.

Maybe we could find
a security guard

to help carry it?

Right. I'll ask Brad.

Oh. I didn't see you there.

What are you doing here?

You're moving in already?

I suppose it's bad form

to move in to Charles's office
so fast.

Maybe I should wait
a week or two.

Yeah, I don't know
the protocol on that one.

I was just wondering

if you might take
a look at this for me.

It's the appraisal
on the forrest house.

Could you tell me if anything
looks strange to you?

The value for the property
doesn't seem too low?

W-Well, that can't be right...

You didn't know?

If the board voted

to donate the house
at that value, then it's...

Well, I'm not a voting member
of the board,

so I don't know exactly
what value they approved.

Wouldn't it be
in the meeting minutes?

You're right.
I-I will try to dig those up.

You know, I'd be happy
to track the appraiser down,

see why the number is so off.

Oh, that's okay. You know what?
I will do that.

Uh, I'd like
to get an explanation

for all the paperwork
that I'm gonna have to do

to correct his mistake.

All right, well,
when you get it, let me know,

because I need
to have accurate numbers

to file with the county
for the renovation.

Yeah, I'll do that.

All right.

So I'm thinking
this book-signing

will draw a big crowd,

and I'm wondering
if you can help me

figure out what
to do about parking.

Earth to Tommy?

Uh, sorry. Can we talk
about that tomorrow?

I'm kinda busy right now.

I just got back the autopsy
results on Potter.

What's it say?

Well, no big surprises.

So is it true
that you have a suspect?

Uh, Tommy?

Do you have a minute?

Hey, jenn.
Can I call you right back?

I was about to call Tommy.

No, you don't
have to call me back.

I just want you to know
that I went to sunny site,

but I wasn't able
to talk to Marie bishop.

She was in the middle
of some kind of an argument.

Wait. An argument?
With who?

That vice-president
from the bank.

What's his name?
Uh, Dave drummond?

Really?

Can I at least see my dad?

Chief?
This is Elliot Hopkins.

Now, son,
just tell chief Jensen here

what you just told me.

Um... last night,

me and my dad went to the store,
and...

I asked if we could stop by
our new house on the way back,

so we did.

And we just kinda
parked there for awhile.

Okay. So, for how long?

I don't know.
Like, 20 minutes?

So did either of you

get out of the truck
at any time,

you know, for any reason at all?

No. No, we just talked
and made plans.

Like, I want an x-box.

So you were with your father
for the entire 20 minutes?

You never left his sight?

No, sir.

And you didn't see anyone coming

or going from
the property, correct?

Sorry. Your job
to ask questions.

My dad didn't do anything wrong.

You shouldn't be
keeping him here.

Well, Elliot,

we only brought your father in
for questioning,

but seeing as nothing turned up
in the search,

and now that you have
accounted for his time...

Well, I think that we can
let him go home with you.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, but if either
of you think of anything

you might've seen
when you were in front of...

Tommy, it's Shannon.

There's something
down at the bank

I need you to see.

And what the meeting

with the south branch
manager on Thursday?

Officer Sloane.

You didn't tell us
you'd be coming back today.

Yeah, I just need
to look around Potter's office

one more time.

I had a few questions

I thought a licensed contractor
might help with.

That's me.
I'm very licensed.

Which, of course, you know.

It's starting to irritate me

how she keeps popping
up around here.

These marks around the lock...

Someone tried to break into
the drawer with something sharp.

I see it all the time
with old houses that I work on.

People lose keys to the lock,

and someone tries
to force them open.

The gouges in the wood
are fresh.

Yeah, I'd say so.
They weren't here earlier,

when we searched the office.

I have a tool in my truck.

I could get this drawer open,
if you wanted.

Nah, we'd need a warrant
for that.

Or permission
from Dave drummond.

You know what?

The day Potter was killed,

he mentioned to Marie bishop

he thought drummond
had duped the board

into donating the forrest house.

And you're only
telling me this now?

I need to talk to drummond.

Mr. Drummond!

Can I help you, officer Sloane?

First of all,

I need the bank's permission

to get into a locked drawer
inside Charles Potter's desk.

Uh, yeah, sure.
Whatever you need.

I'll get my toolbox, then.

Also, I'd like you to find
some time this afternoon

to maybe come down
to the station,

answer a few questions.

Well, what kind of questions?

Just sit tight for a second.

Why? What's wrong?

My missing wrench.
Red and black grip.

Mr. Drummond,
do I have your permission

to open your back door?

Uh... yeah, I-I guess.

Unlock it for me, please?

Hey, I've never
seen that before.

I don't know
how that got in there.

Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you
to get out of your car.

Somebody else
put that in my car!

Step out of your car,
please, sir!

Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Stop the car!

All right, drummond!
Show me your hands!

Step out of the car.

Step out of the car.

Okay.

And you think
it was Dave drummond?

His lawyer won't let him
say two words to me.

And yet he swore up and down

that the wrench was
planted in his car.

And the lab confirmed
that it is the murder weapon.

I'm sorry.

I thought I had an extra copy

of the appraisal.

I can't find it.

All right, I guess

I'll have to figure out
another way

of tracking down this appraiser.

I wish I could tell you
who it was.

I was so focused on the number,

I didn't catch the name.

Yeah. When the judge
is in tomorrow,

we'll be asking him
to sign search warrants

for drummond's office
and computer.

I should have it
in the next day or two.

Bye.

Oh! Hey, Tommy.
How's it going?

Busy.

Hey, I heard you're doing
a book signing

at my sister's book store.

Thanks for doing that.

Yeah, well,
I'm looking forward to it.

What was he doing here?

Oh, looking for something
I don't have.

What is that?

Uncle Mac won this guy
for me at the arcade.

I'm gonna go post
some pictures of him online.

Wow!

It looks like you guys had fun.

We did! We did.

I haven't been
to an arcade in years.

I mean, they have
all sorts of retro games.

It was fun!
We should go.

You and me?

Do you mean like a date?

No!

No, no...

That is, I mean, I know

y-you're not ready for
anything like that yet. Right?

Are you?

I mean, I know that
you might have reasons

to not want to go there.

You guys have no idea
how to communicate, do you?

It's my dad.

Chief Jensen cleared us to go
back into the forrest house.

The project is back on.

Hey, guys!

Ah. Glad you're here.

Listen, I wanted to thank you

for helping us out

with that police situation.

No problem.

So, uh, pretty quiet here today.

Yeah, where are
all the volunteers?

Well, I'm guessing most of them
haven't realized

we're back in business yet.

Well, Jennifer told us

that Callie's
on paint crew today.

Oh! Well, let me
give you a rundown, Callie.

I can show her what to do.

Good! Sean can
show me how to hang drywall.

Right this way,
Mr. Drywall.

The appraisal! Yes!

Of course!

We keep extra copies
of everything, you know that.

Dad...
You are awesome.

Mm-mwah! Hey.

Have you seen Mac
yet this morning?

No, I haven't.

Hey, you guys.
It's already 10:00.

I still have over
half the assignments,

and no one to give them to.

I really hoped

more volunteers would be
trickling in by now.

I know.

I called a few of them to see
why they're not showing up,

and everyone's saying
the same thing...

They're upset about the murder,
you know?

They don't feel safe.

No. I don't know who
can feel safe in this town

until the killer is caught.

Dad...

You have to let me
out of that promise I made.

I want to help figure out
who killed Charles Potter.

The police have
Dave drummond in custody.

They haven't charged him.
I don't think they have enough.

So give them time.

They might have time,
but we don't.

If this murder
isn't solved soon,

this project is in real trouble.

I understand...

No. The house is gonna
revert back to the bank.

Look...

Everybody counting on having
a home here won't have it.

I've been planning
this project for a year,

and, barely three days in,
it's already in jeopardy.

We're going to do our best.

And you might
pull it off, but...

I need to tell our clients

that they might need
to make other plans.

At least wait till
the end of the week.

They might charge Dave drummond.

I don't believe Dave did it.

Dave has been our champion
this entire time

and he's a good person.

Yet you were arguing with him
outside your office yesterday.

Why was that?

Did it have anything to do

with the appraisal
of this property being off?

Mac! Are you okay?

I don't know what happened.

I was...

It's okay.

We allow for sheetrock
loss in the budget.

I did exactly
what Sean told me to do.

I was just replacing
a little damaged section.

I'll take a look at it.
But...

I need you to do
something for me

that might be a little better
suited to your skill set.

Track down
this appraiser for me.

This guy here.

See why he valued this property

at about a third
of what it's worth.

I want to know before
I bring this to Tommy.

Okay. Gotta be easier
than hanging drywall.

I'm cutting drummond loose
for the moment.

Okay, I know it's a problem
his prints aren't on the weapon,

but the wrench was found
in his car.

That's solid evidence.

Well, it's not enough
to charge him,

and the d.A. Agrees.

We can't hold him.

Yes, sir.

Okay. You are
free to go,

but don't plan
on making any trips.

I'm not going anywhere.

I didn't do anything wrong.

And what exactly
is it you're doing?

It's strange...
This wood is damp.

You see that?
That's water damage.

I'm getting
high moisture numbers.

You see how the edges of
the tile here are buckled?

Mm-hmm.

It means the wood underneath
is warped.

I would say that this room was
flooded with water recently.

Maybe it seeped through
a crack in the vanity.

This entire floor is gonna have
to be torn up and replaced.

Who knows how far the water even
seeped into the other rooms?

But isn't that gonna add on
more time to the renovation?

Three, maybe four days?

I checked this room
before I took the job.

I would have
noticed buckled tiles.

Look at this.

Someone's took a wrench
to this pipe.

These marks are fresh.

I think someone created a leak
under the sink on purpose.

The bottom of Potter's pants
were wet.

So wait a minute.

You think that, Potter,
he caught someone

trying to cause water damage
to the house?

No. I think someone
caught Potter

causing damage to the house,

and it led to a terrible fight.

What if Potter
was sabotaging this project?

Trying to make it take so long

that the house would revert
back to the bank?

Jenn, I think we just found
the motive for his murder.

Shannon...

Hey.

Jim. You're still here.

Yeah, I thought I heard
a knock or something.

It was probably the broom.

Shannon? We're gonna call
Tommy now, right?

Yeah. Go ahead
and call him.

Paint looks good.

Thanks.

So I have a copy here

of the appraisals on
the forrest house, last march.

This is your signature, right?

Uh, yeah. That's me.

All right. Do you remember
doing the appraisal?

Ha! I do four or five
appraisals every day.

They all kind of blur together.

This was a really big house.

It's sort of hard to forget.

Let's see if
this jogs your memory.

No, like I said,

I'm not gonna remember
a house I did months...

Look at the value.

It's a little low for
a seven-bedroom house,

wouldn't you say?

What the...?
That's not...

Not... what?

You saying that number
isn't accurate?

No. That's... that's
not the number I came up with.

So you do remember.

That appraisal's been altered.

You seem pretty angry
about that.

Ah, you think?

Well, why would you be angry

if somebody altered
your appraisal?

Because then it makes
people like you show up,

asking me questions.

Oh, and you don't
want me asking questions.

- No. That wasn't the...
- "wasn't the" what?

...the deal?
The arrangement?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

What sort of deal did you have

with Dave drummond?

Look, I don't know
any Dave drummond.

Who ordered this appraisal?
Was it Charles Potter?

You have some kind of deal
with Charles Potter?

Look! Back off, man!

Fine. I'll get this
to the police.

Tell them to handle it.

Hey, there's no reason for that.

Well...
Not if you tell me

what sort of deal
you had with Potter.

I'm here to see patrice doran.

Thanks.

I'll ask you one more time.

I don't see why you had to go
behind Mr. Potter's desk.

Oh! Hi, Shannon. Um...

I was just telling patrice

that I brought Mrs. Potter
a card to thank her

for donating the books
to my shop.

I just thought,

if I put it in with his mail,
it would get to her.

I'm sorry.

If you want to give it
to her yourself, that's fine.

I should be back volunteering
at the forrest house

by tomorrow.

Patrice?
Are you okay?

Did Whitney upset you?

What? Her?

No. It's just, I heard
that, um,

Mr. Drummond was released,
and, uh...

Well, I don't know whether
he's coming back to work or...

Do you think he could have
killed Mr. Potter?

I don't know.

That's what
we're trying to find out.

We?

Whitney... hi.

Not who I expected to see.

Did you see the ad in the paper
for your book signing?

Already got a lot
of phone calls.

Well, that's... great.

Oh, good, you're here.

About that movie...
How about this weekend?

Um...

Sure, I'd love that,

if you don't bury me
in paint supplies first.

Hey, guys?
You want to come

give Jennifer a hand here?

Wonder what that was all about?

I don't know,

I think they're planning
a mutiny or something.

Okay!

You lied to the police?

I had to!

So, the night
Mr. Potter was killed,

you weren't actually with
your dad the whole time?

Look, when we were
parked out front,

he said he had
to go check on something

and he got out of the truck,

then he disappeared
into the dark.

It was only, like, five minutes!

It doesn't mean
he killed anyone.

Please...

Please don't tell them.

So this appraiser said that
Potter paid him to come in low

on certain houses
owned by the bank,

but not too low, 40,000, 50,000.

We're thinking so that
he could sell low

to the same developer
or house flipper.

We think that
Potter was taking kickbacks.

This isn't news to you.

I overheard Mr. Drummond
accuse Mr. Potter of that.

They were arguing
over the forrest house.

Mr. Potter already had
a buyer lined up.

But drummond got the board
to approve the donation

to sunny site instead.

But I don't see why altering
the appraisal would help.

Well...

A donation
under a million dollars

doesn't need approval
by the bank president.

So that's how
drummond got around him.

I think Potter

was trying to outsmart drummond

by sabotaging the project,

making us take so long,
we'd miss our deadline,

then the house would
revert back to bank.

Do you think he would
do something like that?

I hope not. That would...
That would be terrible.

We're hoping you can help us

prove that Potter
was taking kickbacks.

If you had a list of house sales

that Potter was
directly involved with,

maybe to the same buyer?

I couldn't do that.
I could get in a lot of trouble.

I don't know.

I mean, home sales
are public record.

We could just look
them up ourselves.

But if you told us

what houses we were looking for,

it would save us a lot of time.

Well, I...

I suppose I could lead you
to the file room

in the basement...

Tell you which drawer
to look in.

Thank you.

Those file cabinets there.

Look for sales
to "mulford industries".

Thank you, patrice.

Oh, and leave
the door propped open,

it locks automatically,

and I don't dare
give you my keys.

No, we don't want you
getting in trouble.

And please hurry.

Okay...

She said "mulford..."

Yeah, I think so.

McCarthy... mulford.

Wait.

This appraisal lists

"previous owner"
as James Hopkins.

This bank foreclosed
on Jim's house?

Hey!

No cell signal, however...

Someone's bound to come down
eventually, right?

I don't know.
It's the computer age.

I think filing
is an afterthought.

But I think I could
get us out of here

if I found the right tools.

Such as?

Something long and thin,

like a nail...

Or a pen.

Okay, now I just need
something to drive it with,

like a hammer.

All right.

So, Callie tells me
how much she misses you

since you moved away.

Yeah, I miss her like crazy.

How about a stapler?

She also sort of told me

why you moved away.

Should've seen that coming.

You never told me
you were engaged.

Never told you

that I left my bride-to-be
at the altar

and gained a reputation
as the world's biggest cad?

But you're not a cad.

There must be more to the story.

Well, that makes you
one of the few people

who gives me
the benefit of the doubt.

I'd love to know what happened.

No...

It's okay.
I understand.

My fiancée had

truth issues...

Which I learned about

when she told me
that, technically,

I was not
gonna be her first husband,

because, "technically",

she'd never got around
to filing for divorce.

But instead of telling everybody

why you didn't
go through with the wedding,

you let them think
you were the bad guy?

That must have been
very painful.

That's one word for it.

And that's why you told me
you weren't ready to date again.

Yeah.

So...

Now you know my reason.

When are you
gonna tell me yours?

Got the pins out.

We're free.

Oh. Shannon, hello.

Marie.

Are you okay?

Yes. I-I'm looking for Dave.

I heard the police let him go,

and I need to talk to him.

He's not here.

At least, he wasn't
in his office.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure
he'll call me back soon.

Thanks.

Were you here to talk to him

about the appraisal
on the forrest house?

We know that he altered it.

You knew, didn't you?

That's why you were arguing
with him that day,

after Potter was killed.

Okay... yes.

But I swear I didn't know
before Potter was killed,

and if I had known...

You don't know how difficult

it was to deal with
someone like Charles Potter.

He had a way of making
good people do things

that they would
otherwise never do,

making them feel
that it's perfectly reasonable

to do the wrong thing
to get the right result.

I'm sorry. I'm just...

Ignore me, I'm just upset.

I have to go.

Did it sound like

she was just about
to confess to the murder?

Well, or she's figured out
that it was drummond who did it.

I should go let Tommy know

everything we found out today.

I got to pick up Callie.

I'll meet you
back at your place.

Okay.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

I'm calling the police.

- No, please don't.
- Step back!

Not until you hear
what I have to say.

I'm sorry if I scared you, okay?

I just... I don't know
where else to turn,

and you seem to be
the one person

who actually cares about
finding out the truth.

I'm listening.

You have no idea what it's like,

being framed for something
that you didn't do.

You altered the appraisal.

I did.

I did,
but it was for a good cause,

and just once, I wanted to beat
Charles at his own game,

but I'm no good at it!

I don't have his talent
for corruption.

You mean the kickbacks
that he's been pocketing?

Yeah. I knew
something was wrong.

A friend of mine who works at
the green meadows credit union

said that Charles had opened
a safe deposit box

under an assumed name.

Did you tell this to the police?

No! My lawyer won't let me
tell them anything.

He says all they care about
is proving me guilty,

which why I'm here,

because I need someone
to prove me innocent.

Please. I-I have a wife,
I have kids,

and I cannot end up in prison
for a murder I didn't commit.

Please.

Drummond was waiting for you,

and you didn't call the police?

Shh! You're gonna
wake Callie.

You should have called Tommy.

You should've called me!

I did call Tommy.

He's out on a lead.

He said he would be here
in the morning, but...

The thing is,
is I believed drummond.

Shannon...

He lied to your face
about the appraisal.

He's being framed for murder.

Can you blame him
for being desperate?

He lied to you before
he was a murder suspect,

before you found
the murder weapon in his car.

That's true...

But if he's guilty,

why would he want me
to prove that he's innocent?

Why would a murderer
want you on his side?

Look, I don't want
you and Callie

alone in this house
with that guy running around.

I'd feel better

if I could sleep on the couch.

'Kay.

Does my heart good

to see fresh flowers
on your mother's grave.

Dad.

Didn't expect to see you here.

I come here
once or twice a week,

say hello
to the love of my life.

So do I.
Sometimes, I feel like

I can hear her
saying hello back.

Mm.

You know what she'd
be saying right now?

Dad, if you're gonna tell me

that I shouldn't be butting into
the murder investigation again...

Not what I was gonna say.

Oh.

So I'm not a mind-reader.

Mm.

I was gonna say...

She'd be wondering

when you're going to turn
your attention

to finding
the love of your life.

We can't all be
as lucky as you and mom were.

Darlin'...

Love is less about luck,

and more about the willingness

to open your heart.

It's ringing a bell.

I think I heard it
in a song once.

You always make a joke
every time someone

brings up your love life.

Or lack thereof.

See what I mean?

I've watched you
since you were born.

I watched how you once

opened your heart to the world,

and when your mother died,

I watched how you withdrew it.

Yes, well...

We all did.

True.

But you were so young,

and your heart was so broken,

you developed this habit
of being cautious

before you had
the time to understand

how resilient the heart can be.

If you thought this about me,

why didn't you s...

I know. Why didn't
I tell you before?

Because I haven't
seen you with anyone

where I thought
"maybe it's worth it

throwing caution
at the wind."

And you think Mac is worth it?

Question is...
Do you think he is?

Talk to your mother about it.

Love you.

Uh, Jennifer called,

asked if she could
take you downtown,

recruit more volunteers
for the renovation.

Is that something
you want to do?

Callie?

You okay?

What if you know something,
but you promised not to tell?

What's the right thing to do?

Hey, Tommy. What's up?

Well, I've been looking through
these pictures you sent me,

trying to figure out
Potter's kickback scheme.

There are some acronyms
in these files

I don't understand.

Try calling patrice.
I bet she could help with that.

Well, that's the thing.
I called the bank.

They said she didn't show up
for work today.

She didn't call either.

Hmm. That's strange.

Yeah, it's bothering me.

You said she was

worried about repercussions
for showing you this stuff.

You know,
she lives in my neighborhood.

Why don't I stop by

and make sure she's okay?

All right.
Thanks, Shannon.

So, Elliot, you really think
you're ready for power tools?

Oh, he's ready!

Sorry, Elliot...

But I had to tell.

Jim?

You want to come with me
to talk to the police,

or should I have them come here?

So you're telling me,

the night of Potter's murder,

that you did
get out of your truck?

Yes, that's right.

The front door was open.

I saw a shadow,
then someone leaving the house,

so I got out of my truck
to check it out.

And you saw who it was?

I didn't say anything
up until now,

because, well,
you already hauled me in once,

and so...

I didn't want to make things
worse for myself.

That doesn't even
make any sense.

I asked you ten times
if you saw anyone.

I'm an ex-con.

I know it doesn't pay
to point a finger

at someone
who's related to a cop.

He saw your sister...

Tommy.

That's right.

The woman I saw leaving
the house that night...

Was Whitney Sloane.

Patrice?

Her eyes haven't opened yet.

Okay, I'll wait
until you get here.

Whitney, what happened here?

I got here right before you did.

She was already
lying here like that.

But what are you doing here?

I don't know what you mean.

I should go.

Whitney!

Where are you going?

It says here
exactly what you told me.

At approximately 7:40 P.M.,
outside the forrest house,

you witnessed Whitney Sloane
exit through the front door.

If that's correct,

then, please,
sign your statement right here.

I'm sorry it came to this.

Yeah. Well,

we prefer to deal in facts here,

so if those are the facts...

I'm gonna go check on the kids.

All right, thanks.

You know, even if
Whitney was there,

she had nothing to do
with Potter's murder.

That girl, she cries
over dead bugs.

Officer Sloane.

It's Shannon.

Patrice was injured.

There's something I have
to tell you about Whitney.

Yes, sir.

The chief says
Whitney's not at home,

or at the bookstore.

He just issued an apb on her.

Whitney said
she didn't do it, right?

It could have been drummond.

It could've been.

She's conscious now.

Pupils responsive,
no signs of contusions,

just the cut on her head.
Luckily, whoever hit her

didn't hit too hard,

but we'll take her down
for a ct scan,

just to be sure.

You can talk to her
before we go.

I don't know if I should.

I mean, not if she's
gonna accuse my sister.

I'll call the chief,

see if he thinks
I should recuse myself.

Officer Sloane, I know...
I know why your sister was here.

She... she...
She was looking for the letter.

Ma'am, you should probably
wait and tell this to...

What letter?

You... you remember,
when she came by the bank

to drop off a card
for Mrs. Potter?

I caught her looking through
Mr. Potter's mail basket.

I found what
she was looking for.

It's right there,
on the counter.

Read it.

Please? You need to know.
Everyone needs to know.

It's Whitney's handwriting,
all right.

It's a letter to Potter.

Whitney threatened to kill him.

Hey. She isn't here.

What do you mean?

The ambulance was only
ten minutes ahead of us.

She got to be here.

I made them check three times.

Uh... hey!

Excuse me?

Miss. You brought
our friend patrice here.

We brought her here,
but she refused to come in,

said she had to get to work.

Concussions can do that,

make a person disoriented.

So you let her just walk away?

People walk away against
medical advice all the time.

But you picked
her up from her house.

Don't you don't think
you have a responsibility...

It's okay.
We'll track her down.

Thank you.

Maybe we can
find her at the bank.

You know what?
You go look for patrice.

I think I know
where Whitney might me.

Okay.

Well, if someone had to find me,

at least it's you.

You didn't want to be found?

What I want

is to not be so afraid anymore.

I've been so terrified

ever since I sent that letter.

You threatened
to kill Charles Potter.

I was so desperate
when I wrote that letter.

I got a notice from the bank,

saying they were going
to foreclose on my shop,

and so I called

and I begged him
to give me more time.

He basically told me
that it was all my fault,

and then he hung up on me.

He upset me so much,

I just wanted to upset him, too.

I didn't really
want to kill him,

but when he ended up murdered,

I knew that that letter
would make me look so guilty.

A witness saw you
at the forrest house

the night he was killed.

I...

I lost my phone that morning,

and thought I left it
at the house,

so I went there to look for it.

The last thing in the world
I expected to see

was Potter with a wrench!

Why didn't you
report him that night?

Tell your brother?

- Someone?
- I don't know!

Okay? I don't know!
I don't know.

I thought maybe he had
a reason for being there.

And then...

I lost my temper,

and I said some things

I probably shouldn't have said,

but that's all.

I swear, I did not kill him.

Then who did?

Patrice?

What are you doing here?

I'll ask you again...
What are you doing here?

I'm looking for patrice.

When I asked you
to keep digging,

I didn't mean digging here.

I was an idiot for thinking
you'd believe me, wasn't I?

You just want
to prove me guilty, too.

You need to back up.

You think I'm gonna hurt you?

No.

God, no.

What is it?

You really
didn't kill Charles Potter.

I don't know who hurt patrice,

but she told me that she thinks

she knows who killed Potter,

and she thought
she could prove it.

When did she tell you that?

When she called to say that

she'd give me the letter

if I brought her the books,

but I'd already put
the books on the shelves...

Books? What books?

Ms. Sloane?

I'm gonna need you
to come with me.

It was patrice who tried
to break into Potter's desk

the morning after he was killed,

although I have no idea
what she was looking for.

Do you think it could've
been some kind of book?

Because Whitney says
that patrice called her,

to trade her threatening letter
for some books.

Why would she...? Wait!

Mrs. Potter donated
all of her husband's books

to Whitney's shop.

Yeah, Whitney says

that she put 'em on her shelves
for sale.

You think one of the books
was worth a lot of money?

I did see her
flipping through them

when she was packing.

Maybe something was hidden
inside one of them.

Maybe.

Is it possible that patrice
gave herself

the cut on the forehead,

and faked being unconscious

to get rid Whitney,

just to find the books?

No idea. I'll call Tommy,
tell him your theory, but...

Yes, tell him.

I'm heading to Whitney's shop,
to find those books.

Wait. Shannon!

I see you found

the book you've been
looking for.

That must be the key
to Potter's safe deposit box.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

You were his assistant.

If anyone had a chance to see
him slip a key inside a book,

and lock it inside a drawer,
it was you.

Is that why you killed him?

To get the money?

I know Potter

was secretly trying
to sabotage my worksite

for another kickback.

What I don't know

is if you were at
the forrest house

helping him with the sabotage.

I would never do that!

I would never do anything that
would cost people their homes.

That's what he did.

He let the bank
take my father's house.

Wouldn't lift
a finger to stop it.

I would never help that man.

So if you weren't
there to help him,

then you must've
followed him there.

I knew what he was doing,
and I was gonna get proof,

take pictures, expose him.

Did he catch you?
Is that it?

I hated that man,

but I didn't mean to kill him.

I had to defend myself.

Shannon!

You okay?

Yeah! Go around!
I'll follow her.

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

I think I know
where she was headed.

It's the place
drummond mentioned.

Green meadows credit union.

We're almost there.
We'll be careful.

So Tommy looked up
patrice's father.

He died a year ago,

just a few months

after the bank
foreclosed on his house.

Do you see her?

Uh-uh.

There she is.

Excuse me. Do you have
a washroom I could use?

Thank you.

I'll follow her.

See if there's
a way out the back.

Why couldn't you
just leave me alone,

let me get the money?

I would have given
most of it back.

I just needed enough
to get away.

You don't have to run,

not if it was self-defense.

No one's gonna believe me.

I believe you.

But I forged Potter's signature

to get access
to his safe deposit box.

That makes it
look like I planned it.

Or it makes it look like

you wanted proof
of what he was doing.

Patrice, listen to me.

I know that your father died
after the bank took his house.

It was the shame
that killed him.

He couldn't bear
to feel such shame.

And now I understand.

Patrice, I am on your side.

I know how much it hurts
to lose someone.

I understand, too.

The feeling of injustice
when he died,

wanting to right that wrong.

I know it's not your fault.

Look at me.

I meant what I said.

I'll go with you to the police.

I can help explain.

I'll talk to them.

They know me.

Please.

Let me help you.

You don't have to do this.

We can make it right.

Just talk to me.

Please.

No. It's too late.

No.

It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.

I know I've said it before,

but I have to thank you again
for finding out the truth,

and for saving the renovation.

And your dad tells us

you'll come in
right on schedule.

I think we will.

I need to thank you, too.

It means the world to me

that I'll be able
to give my son a home.

Thank you for
all the volunteer hours

you've been putting in.

Oh, hey, if you've
got a volunteer job,

I'm your man!

I'll take it!

Come on, uncle Mac.

Can't be late for
your own book signing.

Yeah, "uncle Mac,"
your fans are waiting!

Don't tell me

the famous writer is nervous.

I am.
But not about that.

About, uh, what
I want to tell you.

What is it?

You were right.

Ever since
my wedding-that-wasn't,

I've been in no hurry
to start a relationship.

I understand caution.

But lately...

When I'm with you,

I'm feeling

a definite impatience.

The truth is,
I'm crazy about you.

And I know you've been
in no hurry

to start a relationship, and...

Come on.

I have to go stand in line
to get an autograph

from my favorite writer.