The Catch (2016–2017): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Real Killer - full transcript
Alice is preoccupied of trying to find Ben. And he gives her a present which she wonders if he stole. She is then tasked with proving a man who was acquitted of murder but not really cleared is innocent by trying to find the real killer. But Alice thinks he did it. Ben's associates wants him to leave the country because they fear his preoccupation with Alice might endanger them. But his departure is postponed when a man who's been pursuing them shows up in town. So they decide to make their move on a new mark--an Arab princess.
Previously on "The Catch"...
We are private investigators.
Clients only come to us when the
cops and the feds can't help them.
So, if I were the right
guy, you would marry me.
Would you? Marry me.
Did you just ask me to marry you?
Wow. You're right. That is amazing.
I've been wondering what to
get you for a wedding present.
It's a museum piece.
When you take on
a con, you become that guy.
All he wants to do is marry
the redheaded lady detective
and settle down.
You need to break it off with her.
I want you back.
You have 24 hours.
I want to run away. And
we'll get married.
I can't just go.
You've reached Christopher Hall.
Please leave a message.
Christopher is gone.
I gave him all of
my money, $1.4 million.
We know
nothing about Christopher Hall
because Christopher Hall doesn't exist.
Jules Dao.
From the FBI?
Interpol originally, now the FBI.
I've come to ask for your assistance.
We have no clear
photos, nor do we have a name,
but I've tracked him across
Europe for two years.
You almost got us caught.
You were looking at
her, and you need to stop.
If Margot finds out...
She'll kill both of you.
I don't
understand. What's happening?
We just got conned.
And our benefactor is expecting payment.
Fix it.
All right, Christopher.
You want to play?
Let's play.
I'm not usually the
one being interrogated.
Just a few routine questions...
standard first-date procedure.
No, on first dates, I
usually ask all the questions,
and he sits there
talking about himself all night.
It's weird, isn't it?
People don't ask questions anymore.
They're so busy being
them that they don't make time
- to know about you.
- Yeah.
And if they do seem interested,
it's usually
because they want something.
I'm interested.
Ben: How's work?
Is it all day, every day, or
do you have time for a life?
No, it's 24/7.
But you make time for what's important.
What about you?
What does a venture
capitalist actually do all day?
I take people's money for a living.
- So, you're a lawyer, right?
- Yeah.
Well, now you're my lawyer,
and I'm invoking
attorney-client privilege,
which means you're not
allowed to tell anyone about this.
Okay? About what?
Is that...
What... How did...
I think Christopher put it there.
He joked about getting it
for me as a wedding gift,
and then when I got
home last night, it was here.
What do you think it means?
It means...
that he's messing with me.
Yes.
Or maybe he's saying it was real
and he really loved you.
No.
This isn't love.
This is a $12 million, stolen painting
that he knew I was hired to protect.
He's probably called the cops already,
and they're on their way over.
Have you called the museum?
No one's picking up.
I need to go over there and
tell them everything, right?
As my lawyer?
Actually, I wouldn't.
Not before we do some
recon. Anyway, you can't.
We have Jeffrey Bloom
coming in at 10:00.
That's just what I need...
a 10:00 a.m. meeting with a murderer.
The jury acquitted him.
Only because the judge threw out
the cell tower evidence.
He did not love Edith Rockwell.
He was in it for the money.
He's exactly the same as Christopher.
Are you sure you want to come in today?
I'll see you at the office.
Okay.
Hey, it's me. Did the museum call?
Where are you?
I'm running late.
Did the museum call by any chance?
Nobody called.
The whole world's
watching Jeffrey Bloom take
his victory lap on
all the morning shows.
The acquittal will allow Bloom
to claim his inheritance
from the Rockwell estate.
I can't believe they acquitted him.
Yep. He's not a murderer anymore.
I'll be in soon.
These are exquisite.
I'm just not sure they
send the right message.
Is the message, "I love you,
but not enough to buy
you a wedding ring"?
More like, "I'm sorry. Can
you ever forgive me?"
You must have been a very bad boy.
Oh, you have no idea.
I'll see what
we have in the vault.
Thank you.
I can't decided between
the gold or the diamond.
Should I get both?
Both, definitely.
I need you to
start dusting the baseboards
and the moldings, or start looking
- for a new job, comprende?
- Excuse me. May I say hello?
Oh, boy! I am terribly sorry about that.
Very terribly sorry.
It is unconscionable to me
that, at this stage in our careers,
we're reduced to petty larceny.
Oh, come on. Admit
it. You had a good time.
Bad flashbacks to a misspent youth.
Most of which you spent with me.
Exactly.
I have to admit it.
I kind of miss the old-school,
hands-on approach.
Sorry, darling, we have
a benefactor to pay,
and an entirely new
operation to bankroll.
- What are you talking about?
- There's a grieving
Kuroqi princess who
recently lost her father
and thinks that a month's
worth of shopping in Beverly Hills
will make her feel better about it.
Well, what's the con?
Joseph Riley, managing principle broker
for Brandeis Properties.
And this is one of my angel
investors, Stella Winters.
And I'm just finding out about this?
Because, tomorrow morning,
you are on a one-way flight
to Shanghai, where we'll
be joining you in a month.
Not if there's a new con.
Alice Vaughan and her entire
team know this face.
You're burnt.
So, the sooner you
disappear and the further away you are
from Alice Vaughan, the
safer it is for all of us.
Any word from the museum?
I went. I couldn't help myself.
It's there. The painting is there.
- What? How?
- I have no idea.
- But will you do me a favor?
- Of course.
Find out if there's any markers
to tell a real Maria Kreyn from a fake.
What the hell is going on here?
They're showing a clip from
the Jeffrey Bloom interview.
Can I talk to you about something?
- What's up?
- Val?
Gordon for you.
Tell him I will
see him in divorce court.
Actually, tell him I'll see him in hell.
Tell him she'll call him right back.
I take it it did not
go well in mediation?
- He didn't even show up.
- What?
So, what's the latest?
Jeffrey, what's the first thing
you and Rebecca are going
to do now that you're free?
Honestly, a-as long as
Edith's killer's still out there,
I'll never be free.
Oh, He really loved her.
And to say that in front of the
- new wife, that's...
- Stupid.
Impressive.
Let's hope she's not
next on the hit list.
- Allie.
- Seriously?
He was acquitted for lack of evidence.
That does not mean he didn't do it.
He had the motive. He had the means.
He had an airtight alibi.
Witnesses saw him at the opera that night.
That opera is four hours long.
He could have left, killed
her, had dinner,
and still been back in
time to sleep through act three.
But what about their love story?
Between Jeffrey and
Edith or between Jeffrey
and the $40 million Edith
left him in her will?
Between Jeffrey and Rebecca.
She's an award-winning journalist,
and she believes he's innocent.
She even married him.
The way I almost married Christopher?
Forgive me if I'm
suspicious of charming sociopaths
who take your money and then murder you.
Allie, stop talking.
He's here.
And we'll be right
back after a short break.
When I interviewed
Jeffrey for the magazine,
I assumed he was
guilty... like everyone else...
but I kept finding holes
in the prosecution's case,
mistakes made by his legal team,
And I just...
You fell in love.
I married him while
he was still in prison.
Everyone thought I was crazy.
Then, she spent all of her
time trying to get me out.
And now, thanks to
her, I have my life back.
But not really. We're being harassed.
We're getting death threats,
which is why I insisted we come to you.
To track down the source of the threats?
No.
To find out who really
killed Edith Rockwell.
What do you think?
I think Rebecca's gonna be really angry
when she finds out her
husband killed Edith Rockwell.
I need you to be objective.
- I am.
- You're not.
And if Gordon did to me what
Christopher did to you,
I wouldn't be, either.
I would need some serious time off.
No, I'm not taking time off.
He lied to me for a year.
And I'm supposed to be good at this.
I need to know that
I'm still good at this.
We are taking this case.
Eight years ago, Jeffrey Bloom came
to L.A. as an aspiring print model,
meaning he mostly waited
tables and taught spin classes,
which is how he met
fashion designer Edith Rockwell.
The fact that Edith was 40
years older than Jeffrey
barely raised an eyebrow in Hollywood,
but it was a red flag
to Edith's son, Payton,
a UCLA philosophy major who didn't love
that his soon-to-be-stepfather
was only a few years older than he was.
But Payton had an alibi
the night of the murder.
He did. Her name is Tracy Lassin.
I'm telling
you what I told the cops...
He was at the bar till last call.
But that place is wall-to-wall
college boys.
So, how do you remember Payton?
'Cause college boys all look at me
the same way you are right now.
Yeah, they all want the same thing.
But this guy, Payton, he
wanted to talk about his mom.
So, what does Payton say?
Nothing. I e-mailed, left messages.
I showed up at his
doorstep and made nice,
but he's not talking to anyone.
So we start from
scratch... a new investigation, no bias.
We look at everyone...
anyone who might have held a grudge
or had something to
gain from Edith's death.
Whoever did it tried to
make it look like a robbery.
She'd been strangled,
signs of a break-in,
jewelry stolen.
Can we get in to
examine the crime scene?
As of now, Edith's house
and all of her assets belong to Jeffrey.
Shall we ask our new client for a tour?
That's where they found her,
lying at the bottom of the stairs
strangled with one of her own scarves.
Jeffrey, you don't
have to be here for this
- if you don't want.
- It's okay.
You're okay, right?
Yeah. I-I...
I just haven't been back here since...
Why don't we start upstairs?
Sure.
This is Payton's room.
Edith kept it exactly how he left it.
She wanted to make sure he knew
he would always have a home here.
Then why did she cut
him out of her will?
Honey, they can't help
you if you don't tell them.
Look, Payton was a good kid,
but he started cutting
classes and doing drugs,
spending Edith's money, so she
figured she'd cut him off.
But that only made things worse.
How so?
Payton threatened Edith
the night of the murder.
He didn't threaten her.
He said, "If you choose
Jeffrey over me, you'll regret it."
- That's a threat.
- They had an argument.
Payton said some thing he
shouldn't have, and he left.
We were supposed to go
to the opera that night
with friends, but Edith was so
upset she decided not to go.
- And when I came back...
- Edith was dead.
The police found signs of a break-in...
a broken window, and
Edith's jewelry was gone.
And you think Payton did it.
He was high.
He had been drinking at the bar.
- He snapped.
- Rebecca.
I'm sorry, but there's no other version
of this story that makes any sense.
Except the one that put me in prison.
Passport. Cash... U.S., Chinese.
I booked your usual
suite at the Ritz-Carlton,
Tell Chef Daniel I'll
see you both in 30 days.
I could stay here, lie low.
You've been a delight, darling.
Now be a ghost.
Your town car awaits.
You watched me pack.
No, I watched you fold clothes.
Is that what you're gonna
wear when you meet the princess?
Don't concern yourself
with my wardrobe, okay?
You just get your head together
so I don't have to
worry about you anymore.
Straight to the airport. No stops.
So, according to
Jeffrey, Edith had no intention
of disowning Payton, to the point
where his room was,
like, scarily preserved.
It was 2010 in there.
But did you notice?
There were no family
photos with Payton in them,
like, anywhere in the house.
I looked.
It was all Jeffrey and Edith.
So, either Edith got
rid of them, or Jeffrey did.
Well...
I have photos of Payton.
- Danny, you stole it.
- Liberated it from 2010.
It's all Vampire
Weekend and "Avatar" on there.
Enjoy.
What?
You still think Jeffrey killed her?
I think finding the jewels
will help us figure it out.
Here. You go up. I'll
be there in a second.
Ms. Vaughan. Are you following me?
- Get in the car.
- Reggie, what are you doing?
You are getting on that
plane if I have to fold you down
to travel size and
check you in as baggage.
I'm going. I'm leaving right now.
When? Right after you
run across the street
and apologize to her
for ruining her life?
You think she's gonna forgive you?
Ben, she's gonna stab you in
the chest with a car key.
Get down.
Oh, hell!
What is Interpol doing here?
Why is Interpol
talking to your girlfriend?
He must have traced the
hits on her clients.
We had to leave
Europe because of that guy.
Now we have to leave
L.A.? No. I like L.A.
We're not leaving L.A. We can't.
If Dao's looking for me, he'll
have his men all over LAX.
We're gonna have to
tell Margot about this.
You've been tailing
me since I left this morning.
Am I suspect in this investigation?
A person of interest?
You're of great interest to me.
I finally figured out why
you don't want to help me.
Because the man I've
been chasing for two years
was your fiancé, Christopher Hall.
You were with him for one year.
During that time, he stole $5 million
from your clients using information
he obtained from you.
Now, to me and to a jury,
it will look as if you
were in it together.
So, if I call FBI
headquarters and tell your supervisor
that you spent the
entire day following me
instead of looking for this man,
will he be surprised to hear that?
You're supervisor's Max, right?
Why don't we call him
right now and find out?
Please do.
I see you've gone from
living with thieves
to working for murderers.
I'm sure it won't be long
until we meet again, Ms. Vaughan.
- Mom's in New Mexico...
- Mm-hmm.
With a husband number four, I think.
- That is impressive.
- Mm-hmm.
And Dad's retired in
Tucson with my baby brother,
who's over 30 and still a baby.
What does he do?
Landscaping.
I think...
sometimes. Maybe Internet porn.
It's unclear.
What about you?
Parents are gone.
Cancer.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, me, too. They were...
both pretty great.
Any siblings?
An older brother.
Yeah? Where's he? What does he do?
He died when we were kids.
It was a sailboat accident.
We were, uh...
It got windy, and the boat capsized,
and he got caught in
the rigging underneath.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry. It's not...
first-date material.
No, please.
I want to know.
What do you want to know?
Everything.
Reggie, we need to go
tell Margot about this now.
No, we need to get our story straight.
Not our story, my story
I went to LAX, saw Agent Dao, came back.
So, you're just gonna
trust that I won't tell her
about you and Nancy Drew?
You know what? Tell her.
What?
- Better yet, I'll tell her.
- Whoa. Calm down.
She probably already knows.
After 15 years
together, how could she not?
Reggie, I love Margot. I
would do anything for her.
You guys are my family. You know that.
But I am in love with Alice Vaughan.
I didn't mean for it to
happen. I didn't want it to happen.
Okay, okay, okay.
Look, I know you
feel this way right now.
- Reggie...
- But feelings change.
- This isn't gonna change.
- Love is a drug, brother.
You're on drugs. I'm
gonna be your sponsor.
I want to keep you sober,
and I want to keep Alice alive.
Because if you tell Margot,
I promise you there'll
be no Alice Vaughan.
How'd it go with Rebecca and Jeff?
Rebecca really thinks Payton did it.
But you don't believe that?
I think we need to talk to Payton.
And that you need to talk to Gordon.
Which is why I hired a
mediator... so we can talk.
His failure to show up
means that he has nothing to say.
- Maybe he was stuck in court.
- Or in someone else's vagina.
Whoa!
So, on this iPad Danny stole...
- Danny...
- It's not important to the story.
I found these photos of Payton,
probably from senior
year of high school.
What's this house?
Did Edith have a beach house?
- I'll find out.
- But see who the girl is?
Tracy Lassin, the bartender.
- Payton's alibi.
- They knew each other?
Pretty well.
Which means she might
have been covering for him.
So, maybe Payton wasn't at the
bar the night of the murder.
And Rebecca was right.
Jeffrey didn't do it.
Payton.
Is that your car?
May I ask you a few questions?
Well, you haven't answered mine yet.
Yes, it's my car.
Well, can you move it, please?
Payton, I know about your relationship
with Tracy Lassin, which
compromises your alibi
for the night of the murder.
- What are you, a cop?
- Private investigator.
And you're working for him, aren't you?
Did you threaten your
mother the night of the murder?
- Is that what he told you?
- I'm just trying to find out the truth.
You are just trying to
get paid, just like him.
You don't care who gets hurt, and
at this point, neither do I.
So, move your car, or
I'm moving it for you.
Payton, listen to me.
I'm trying to help
you. I just want to talk.
Whoa! Hey!
Agent Dao is in Los Angeles?
We won't be going anywhere for a while.
Well, we're gonna have to.
The princess has
decided she doesn't like L.A.
I thought we'd follow her to New York,
but if Dao is watching...
- How long is she here?
- Just overnight.
- Then we still have all day.
- The princess is not the mark.
Don't hurt yourself trying to keep up.
The mark is Qasim
Halabi, the princess's guardian.
May I?
When the princess's
father died, Halabi became
the de facto controller of the
royal family's business empire.
I get to Qasim, we get the money.
You get to Qasim. I'll
get to the princess.
Forgive my sexism, darling, but
the princess is inessential.
Not if I can convince
her to stay in Los Angeles.
And there's our man.
Qasim Halabi.
Oh. Dude works out.
He was a general in the
Kuroqi National Guard,
trained by U.S. military contractors
to protect Princess Zara.
On her last shopping trip in
L.A., she spent $6 million...
on shoes.
They are excellent shoes.
Eyes on Qasim, Mr. Riley.
- It's show time.
- ♪ Don't you tell me no truths ♪
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- Your Arabic is excellent, Mr. Riley.
- Thank you, General.
My office was
supposed to have contacted you.
Yes, I know you're only
here for the day,
but I would love to
show you this property.
And then, uh, maybe Nobu for lunch.
In sha Allah.
It's beautiful.
Oh, thank you.
- It's a 1962...
- 1962 Austin-Healey
with a straight six at 150 horsepower.
Well, this one only has 132.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
No, you really know your cars.
I know this one.
My father had one just like it...
same color and everything.
It was his favorite.
Well, your father has excellent taste.
Had.
He passed away recently.
I'm terribly sorry.
Well, did he ever let you drive it?
Well, in my country, women
are not encouraged
or licensed to drive.
Apparently, it makes
us vulnerable to sin.
Well, there's only one way to find out.
Mr. Riley, so sorry to interrupt you.
- I had a...
- Ah, Ms. Winters.
General Halabi, this is Stella Winters,
another potential investor from London.
A pleasure to meet you, General.
I think I found Edith's jewels.
You did not.
No, I didn't.
But I did find the beach house.
It belonged to Payton's grandparents.
It's a rental property now,
but it's the one
place nobody's looked yet.
Hi.
You need something?
- Uh...
- We're good.
Thanks, Danny.
It's about the painting.
Apparently, Maria Kreyn paints
all the way to the edge of her canvases.
And a forger can only copy
the image inside the frame.
Right, so, if you take the frame off
and the borders are blank...
The painting's a forgery.
This is the real...
Maria Kreyn.
So, the one in the museum is...
Fake.
And they have no idea.
Are you gonna tell Val?
I should. I really should.
So, we're both in
agreement about what you should do.
What do you want to do?
What I want to do is find the artist
who forged the painting in the museum
and use him to get to Christopher.
- Are you gonna talk me out of it?
- Do you want me to?
Are you gonna tell Val?
Are you gonna let me help you?
How does a woman who
isn't allowed to drive
drive like a NASCAR champion?
My father taught me.
He just never let me drive the Healey.
He wasn't worried about you and sin?
Only to know how to drive away
from it as quickly as possible.
Sounds like he was a very wise man.
He was.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
Oh, no. It's... It's all right.
You know, they say
it's supposed to get easier...
that one day I'll wake
up and just be over it,
but I don't know if I want that.
I don't know you ever get over it.
You've lost someone, too?
Well, my loss in no
way compares with yours.
Ah.
Well, what's her name, then?
Who is she?
You don't know her.
Why did it end?
It ended because I...
wasn't brave enough.
Well, then, there's still time.
Time for what?
For you to be brave.
How long are you in town?
Actually, I'm supposed to
be off for New York tomorrow.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
You know, up until this afternoon,
I didn't think I liked Los Angeles.
So, Payton tries to
run you over with his car,
and you still think he's innocent?
Payton had
nothing to gain by killing Edith.
He was already out of her will.
All the more reason to
take what he could and run.
So, if I were $1 million
worth of old lady jewels,
where would I hide?
You start with the
house. I'll take the grounds.
Okay.
Well, there's
nothing in the house.
What? You find so...
Oh, my God.
I was wrong about Jeffrey.
He didn't kill Edith.
I was wrong about all of it.
It was Payton the entire time.
I'm so glad you're not in Shanghai.
The princess hasn't officially
decided to stay.
She will.
Who can resist you?
It's not like that.
I know.
Hey, give me that.
We've always be so
adult about our relationship,
even when the job
demanded we were with other people.
But I have to admit...
Oh, careful.
I was jealous of Alice Vaughan,
of your life together.
We could have that, you know?
We could disappear...
settle down...
read books.
You'd last 30 seconds.
I'd last 10.
Oh, thank God.
I thought she'd ruined you.
Payton's on the run.
He's gone. They put out an APB.
You were right. I should take time off.
May I point out that you
actually solved this case...
something no one has been able to do?
You're not taking time off.
In fact, the police want to
know if you found anything
that will help them find Payton.
Well, he's not at his
house. He's not at the beach house.
- Did they check Edith's?
- You think he's there?
No, but maybe there's more
there that could help us find him.
- Alice?
- Yeah?
- So, I found the forger.
- You did? How?
Well, I figured it
had to be someone local
since it was only a few days
between you showing the
painting to Christopher
and him leaving it for you, so...
Elizabeth Workman.
She's very good, very fast,
after a little blackmail very helpful,
and gave up the name of
her client, Julian Marsh.
Obviously it's a pseudonym, but
when I cross-referenced it
with "Christopher Hall," I found these.
"Christopher Ryan Hall dies at 75."
The same week you met your
Christopher Ryan Hall.
And there's a pattern.
Both obits... tragic backstories,
no surviving family members,
and published in the New York Tribune.
Can you look in the
Trib and see if there's
any other obits that
follow the same pattern?
I already started.
Where are you going?
I let Christopher get away.
I'm not gonna lose Payton Rockwell.
Hello?
Alice.
I'm sorry.
I saw your car out front.
I thought you might be Payton.
The police asked us to help find him.
I thought if I searched his room...
Did you find anything?
Not yet.
I should come back
later if you and Rebecca are...
No, uh, stay. Uh, I want to help...
anything to finally
bring some justice to Edith.
You might want to take off your shoes.
You'll ruin the carpet.
- Now, if you'll excuse me.
- Hey.
So you can run and tell the
police I killed Edith?
And stole the jewels to
make it look like a robbery.
And used Rebecca to get out of jail.
And used me.
You basically put Payton's
iPad in my hands
so I'd have everything I
need to frame Payton for you.
Even if I did, I can't be tried
for the same crime after an acquittal.
That's the beauty of double jeopardy.
I'd have to commit an
entirely different crime.
I'd have to kill somebody else...
somebody new.
Alice?
Ms. Vaughan was just leaving.
Danny, I need four security agents
at the Rockwell mansion ASAP.
It's Jeffrey. He's...
Rebecca?
He killed her...
for the money.
I
gave him everything...
my career, my reputation,
my whole life!
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
For not saying, "I told you so."
I second-guessed you from the minute
Jeffrey walked into this office.
You had every right to.
I thought you were making
it all about Christopher.
I was.
I still am.
It is all I can do right
now to not spend
every waking moment
trying to find him so I can...
"Can" what? Kill him?
Rebecca's lawyers may be
talking self-defense,
but her life, her career...
I'm not letting you go down that road.
You should talk to him.
How is it that you're on
his side in all of this?
He made a mistake... one
mistake in 10 years...
- and he told you about it.
- Of course he told me about it.
I'm a private investigator.
He doesn't get points for
telling me about it.
And the worst part is
I miss him.
I know what you mean.
I miss someone who doesn't exist.
Are you reading the obits?
Yeah.
I like to see how people's stories end.
I need you to do something for me.
You know those obits you showed me?
Alice, I
found the perfect dead guy...
exactly Christopher's type.
Coroner's report on Michael Thorne, 55,
died Tuesday.
Wife died in a car crash 20 years ago.
No surviving relatives.
It's perfect.
I'll put an obit in the
Trib, and if he bites,
he'll use Michael
Thorne's social security number
- to open up credit cards.
- Which I'll track.
And then, we'll have him.
Agent Dao.
I come in peace.
I'm glad. Now, please, go in peace.
I'm here to apologize.
After talking with my supervisor...
"Being reprimanded" by your supervisor.
You are no longer a
suspect in this investigation.
According to Max, I was never a
suspect in this investigation.
You were a lead, Ms. Vaughan.
What kind of detective would I be
if I didn't follow every lead?
And you want us to
catch him... don't you?
Good night, Agent Dao.
Hello.
I'd like to place an obituary.
Michael Peter Thorne.
That's right. No surviving family.
And it'll be in tomorrow's Trib?
Perfect. Thank you so much.
Are you enjoying your tea in solitude,
or may I join you?
I thought you had to be on a plane.
It's raining in New York.
It's much nicer here.
Are they... with you?
I probably should have
told you this yesterday,
but it tends to, uh, complicate things.
I'm kind of a princess.
Yeah, we can all be a
little high maintenance.
No, I mean as in "my father was king."
And I am Princess Zara
Al-Salim of Kuroq.
Now do you wish you were eating alone?
I do not.
So, now that I've told you who I am...
Who are you?
My name is Thorne. Michael Thorne.
We are private investigators.
Clients only come to us when the
cops and the feds can't help them.
So, if I were the right
guy, you would marry me.
Would you? Marry me.
Did you just ask me to marry you?
Wow. You're right. That is amazing.
I've been wondering what to
get you for a wedding present.
It's a museum piece.
When you take on
a con, you become that guy.
All he wants to do is marry
the redheaded lady detective
and settle down.
You need to break it off with her.
I want you back.
You have 24 hours.
I want to run away. And
we'll get married.
I can't just go.
You've reached Christopher Hall.
Please leave a message.
Christopher is gone.
I gave him all of
my money, $1.4 million.
We know
nothing about Christopher Hall
because Christopher Hall doesn't exist.
Jules Dao.
From the FBI?
Interpol originally, now the FBI.
I've come to ask for your assistance.
We have no clear
photos, nor do we have a name,
but I've tracked him across
Europe for two years.
You almost got us caught.
You were looking at
her, and you need to stop.
If Margot finds out...
She'll kill both of you.
I don't
understand. What's happening?
We just got conned.
And our benefactor is expecting payment.
Fix it.
All right, Christopher.
You want to play?
Let's play.
I'm not usually the
one being interrogated.
Just a few routine questions...
standard first-date procedure.
No, on first dates, I
usually ask all the questions,
and he sits there
talking about himself all night.
It's weird, isn't it?
People don't ask questions anymore.
They're so busy being
them that they don't make time
- to know about you.
- Yeah.
And if they do seem interested,
it's usually
because they want something.
I'm interested.
Ben: How's work?
Is it all day, every day, or
do you have time for a life?
No, it's 24/7.
But you make time for what's important.
What about you?
What does a venture
capitalist actually do all day?
I take people's money for a living.
- So, you're a lawyer, right?
- Yeah.
Well, now you're my lawyer,
and I'm invoking
attorney-client privilege,
which means you're not
allowed to tell anyone about this.
Okay? About what?
Is that...
What... How did...
I think Christopher put it there.
He joked about getting it
for me as a wedding gift,
and then when I got
home last night, it was here.
What do you think it means?
It means...
that he's messing with me.
Yes.
Or maybe he's saying it was real
and he really loved you.
No.
This isn't love.
This is a $12 million, stolen painting
that he knew I was hired to protect.
He's probably called the cops already,
and they're on their way over.
Have you called the museum?
No one's picking up.
I need to go over there and
tell them everything, right?
As my lawyer?
Actually, I wouldn't.
Not before we do some
recon. Anyway, you can't.
We have Jeffrey Bloom
coming in at 10:00.
That's just what I need...
a 10:00 a.m. meeting with a murderer.
The jury acquitted him.
Only because the judge threw out
the cell tower evidence.
He did not love Edith Rockwell.
He was in it for the money.
He's exactly the same as Christopher.
Are you sure you want to come in today?
I'll see you at the office.
Okay.
Hey, it's me. Did the museum call?
Where are you?
I'm running late.
Did the museum call by any chance?
Nobody called.
The whole world's
watching Jeffrey Bloom take
his victory lap on
all the morning shows.
The acquittal will allow Bloom
to claim his inheritance
from the Rockwell estate.
I can't believe they acquitted him.
Yep. He's not a murderer anymore.
I'll be in soon.
These are exquisite.
I'm just not sure they
send the right message.
Is the message, "I love you,
but not enough to buy
you a wedding ring"?
More like, "I'm sorry. Can
you ever forgive me?"
You must have been a very bad boy.
Oh, you have no idea.
I'll see what
we have in the vault.
Thank you.
I can't decided between
the gold or the diamond.
Should I get both?
Both, definitely.
I need you to
start dusting the baseboards
and the moldings, or start looking
- for a new job, comprende?
- Excuse me. May I say hello?
Oh, boy! I am terribly sorry about that.
Very terribly sorry.
It is unconscionable to me
that, at this stage in our careers,
we're reduced to petty larceny.
Oh, come on. Admit
it. You had a good time.
Bad flashbacks to a misspent youth.
Most of which you spent with me.
Exactly.
I have to admit it.
I kind of miss the old-school,
hands-on approach.
Sorry, darling, we have
a benefactor to pay,
and an entirely new
operation to bankroll.
- What are you talking about?
- There's a grieving
Kuroqi princess who
recently lost her father
and thinks that a month's
worth of shopping in Beverly Hills
will make her feel better about it.
Well, what's the con?
Joseph Riley, managing principle broker
for Brandeis Properties.
And this is one of my angel
investors, Stella Winters.
And I'm just finding out about this?
Because, tomorrow morning,
you are on a one-way flight
to Shanghai, where we'll
be joining you in a month.
Not if there's a new con.
Alice Vaughan and her entire
team know this face.
You're burnt.
So, the sooner you
disappear and the further away you are
from Alice Vaughan, the
safer it is for all of us.
Any word from the museum?
I went. I couldn't help myself.
It's there. The painting is there.
- What? How?
- I have no idea.
- But will you do me a favor?
- Of course.
Find out if there's any markers
to tell a real Maria Kreyn from a fake.
What the hell is going on here?
They're showing a clip from
the Jeffrey Bloom interview.
Can I talk to you about something?
- What's up?
- Val?
Gordon for you.
Tell him I will
see him in divorce court.
Actually, tell him I'll see him in hell.
Tell him she'll call him right back.
I take it it did not
go well in mediation?
- He didn't even show up.
- What?
So, what's the latest?
Jeffrey, what's the first thing
you and Rebecca are going
to do now that you're free?
Honestly, a-as long as
Edith's killer's still out there,
I'll never be free.
Oh, He really loved her.
And to say that in front of the
- new wife, that's...
- Stupid.
Impressive.
Let's hope she's not
next on the hit list.
- Allie.
- Seriously?
He was acquitted for lack of evidence.
That does not mean he didn't do it.
He had the motive. He had the means.
He had an airtight alibi.
Witnesses saw him at the opera that night.
That opera is four hours long.
He could have left, killed
her, had dinner,
and still been back in
time to sleep through act three.
But what about their love story?
Between Jeffrey and
Edith or between Jeffrey
and the $40 million Edith
left him in her will?
Between Jeffrey and Rebecca.
She's an award-winning journalist,
and she believes he's innocent.
She even married him.
The way I almost married Christopher?
Forgive me if I'm
suspicious of charming sociopaths
who take your money and then murder you.
Allie, stop talking.
He's here.
And we'll be right
back after a short break.
When I interviewed
Jeffrey for the magazine,
I assumed he was
guilty... like everyone else...
but I kept finding holes
in the prosecution's case,
mistakes made by his legal team,
And I just...
You fell in love.
I married him while
he was still in prison.
Everyone thought I was crazy.
Then, she spent all of her
time trying to get me out.
And now, thanks to
her, I have my life back.
But not really. We're being harassed.
We're getting death threats,
which is why I insisted we come to you.
To track down the source of the threats?
No.
To find out who really
killed Edith Rockwell.
What do you think?
I think Rebecca's gonna be really angry
when she finds out her
husband killed Edith Rockwell.
I need you to be objective.
- I am.
- You're not.
And if Gordon did to me what
Christopher did to you,
I wouldn't be, either.
I would need some serious time off.
No, I'm not taking time off.
He lied to me for a year.
And I'm supposed to be good at this.
I need to know that
I'm still good at this.
We are taking this case.
Eight years ago, Jeffrey Bloom came
to L.A. as an aspiring print model,
meaning he mostly waited
tables and taught spin classes,
which is how he met
fashion designer Edith Rockwell.
The fact that Edith was 40
years older than Jeffrey
barely raised an eyebrow in Hollywood,
but it was a red flag
to Edith's son, Payton,
a UCLA philosophy major who didn't love
that his soon-to-be-stepfather
was only a few years older than he was.
But Payton had an alibi
the night of the murder.
He did. Her name is Tracy Lassin.
I'm telling
you what I told the cops...
He was at the bar till last call.
But that place is wall-to-wall
college boys.
So, how do you remember Payton?
'Cause college boys all look at me
the same way you are right now.
Yeah, they all want the same thing.
But this guy, Payton, he
wanted to talk about his mom.
So, what does Payton say?
Nothing. I e-mailed, left messages.
I showed up at his
doorstep and made nice,
but he's not talking to anyone.
So we start from
scratch... a new investigation, no bias.
We look at everyone...
anyone who might have held a grudge
or had something to
gain from Edith's death.
Whoever did it tried to
make it look like a robbery.
She'd been strangled,
signs of a break-in,
jewelry stolen.
Can we get in to
examine the crime scene?
As of now, Edith's house
and all of her assets belong to Jeffrey.
Shall we ask our new client for a tour?
That's where they found her,
lying at the bottom of the stairs
strangled with one of her own scarves.
Jeffrey, you don't
have to be here for this
- if you don't want.
- It's okay.
You're okay, right?
Yeah. I-I...
I just haven't been back here since...
Why don't we start upstairs?
Sure.
This is Payton's room.
Edith kept it exactly how he left it.
She wanted to make sure he knew
he would always have a home here.
Then why did she cut
him out of her will?
Honey, they can't help
you if you don't tell them.
Look, Payton was a good kid,
but he started cutting
classes and doing drugs,
spending Edith's money, so she
figured she'd cut him off.
But that only made things worse.
How so?
Payton threatened Edith
the night of the murder.
He didn't threaten her.
He said, "If you choose
Jeffrey over me, you'll regret it."
- That's a threat.
- They had an argument.
Payton said some thing he
shouldn't have, and he left.
We were supposed to go
to the opera that night
with friends, but Edith was so
upset she decided not to go.
- And when I came back...
- Edith was dead.
The police found signs of a break-in...
a broken window, and
Edith's jewelry was gone.
And you think Payton did it.
He was high.
He had been drinking at the bar.
- He snapped.
- Rebecca.
I'm sorry, but there's no other version
of this story that makes any sense.
Except the one that put me in prison.
Passport. Cash... U.S., Chinese.
I booked your usual
suite at the Ritz-Carlton,
Tell Chef Daniel I'll
see you both in 30 days.
I could stay here, lie low.
You've been a delight, darling.
Now be a ghost.
Your town car awaits.
You watched me pack.
No, I watched you fold clothes.
Is that what you're gonna
wear when you meet the princess?
Don't concern yourself
with my wardrobe, okay?
You just get your head together
so I don't have to
worry about you anymore.
Straight to the airport. No stops.
So, according to
Jeffrey, Edith had no intention
of disowning Payton, to the point
where his room was,
like, scarily preserved.
It was 2010 in there.
But did you notice?
There were no family
photos with Payton in them,
like, anywhere in the house.
I looked.
It was all Jeffrey and Edith.
So, either Edith got
rid of them, or Jeffrey did.
Well...
I have photos of Payton.
- Danny, you stole it.
- Liberated it from 2010.
It's all Vampire
Weekend and "Avatar" on there.
Enjoy.
What?
You still think Jeffrey killed her?
I think finding the jewels
will help us figure it out.
Here. You go up. I'll
be there in a second.
Ms. Vaughan. Are you following me?
- Get in the car.
- Reggie, what are you doing?
You are getting on that
plane if I have to fold you down
to travel size and
check you in as baggage.
I'm going. I'm leaving right now.
When? Right after you
run across the street
and apologize to her
for ruining her life?
You think she's gonna forgive you?
Ben, she's gonna stab you in
the chest with a car key.
Get down.
Oh, hell!
What is Interpol doing here?
Why is Interpol
talking to your girlfriend?
He must have traced the
hits on her clients.
We had to leave
Europe because of that guy.
Now we have to leave
L.A.? No. I like L.A.
We're not leaving L.A. We can't.
If Dao's looking for me, he'll
have his men all over LAX.
We're gonna have to
tell Margot about this.
You've been tailing
me since I left this morning.
Am I suspect in this investigation?
A person of interest?
You're of great interest to me.
I finally figured out why
you don't want to help me.
Because the man I've
been chasing for two years
was your fiancé, Christopher Hall.
You were with him for one year.
During that time, he stole $5 million
from your clients using information
he obtained from you.
Now, to me and to a jury,
it will look as if you
were in it together.
So, if I call FBI
headquarters and tell your supervisor
that you spent the
entire day following me
instead of looking for this man,
will he be surprised to hear that?
You're supervisor's Max, right?
Why don't we call him
right now and find out?
Please do.
I see you've gone from
living with thieves
to working for murderers.
I'm sure it won't be long
until we meet again, Ms. Vaughan.
- Mom's in New Mexico...
- Mm-hmm.
With a husband number four, I think.
- That is impressive.
- Mm-hmm.
And Dad's retired in
Tucson with my baby brother,
who's over 30 and still a baby.
What does he do?
Landscaping.
I think...
sometimes. Maybe Internet porn.
It's unclear.
What about you?
Parents are gone.
Cancer.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, me, too. They were...
both pretty great.
Any siblings?
An older brother.
Yeah? Where's he? What does he do?
He died when we were kids.
It was a sailboat accident.
We were, uh...
It got windy, and the boat capsized,
and he got caught in
the rigging underneath.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry. It's not...
first-date material.
No, please.
I want to know.
What do you want to know?
Everything.
Reggie, we need to go
tell Margot about this now.
No, we need to get our story straight.
Not our story, my story
I went to LAX, saw Agent Dao, came back.
So, you're just gonna
trust that I won't tell her
about you and Nancy Drew?
You know what? Tell her.
What?
- Better yet, I'll tell her.
- Whoa. Calm down.
She probably already knows.
After 15 years
together, how could she not?
Reggie, I love Margot. I
would do anything for her.
You guys are my family. You know that.
But I am in love with Alice Vaughan.
I didn't mean for it to
happen. I didn't want it to happen.
Okay, okay, okay.
Look, I know you
feel this way right now.
- Reggie...
- But feelings change.
- This isn't gonna change.
- Love is a drug, brother.
You're on drugs. I'm
gonna be your sponsor.
I want to keep you sober,
and I want to keep Alice alive.
Because if you tell Margot,
I promise you there'll
be no Alice Vaughan.
How'd it go with Rebecca and Jeff?
Rebecca really thinks Payton did it.
But you don't believe that?
I think we need to talk to Payton.
And that you need to talk to Gordon.
Which is why I hired a
mediator... so we can talk.
His failure to show up
means that he has nothing to say.
- Maybe he was stuck in court.
- Or in someone else's vagina.
Whoa!
So, on this iPad Danny stole...
- Danny...
- It's not important to the story.
I found these photos of Payton,
probably from senior
year of high school.
What's this house?
Did Edith have a beach house?
- I'll find out.
- But see who the girl is?
Tracy Lassin, the bartender.
- Payton's alibi.
- They knew each other?
Pretty well.
Which means she might
have been covering for him.
So, maybe Payton wasn't at the
bar the night of the murder.
And Rebecca was right.
Jeffrey didn't do it.
Payton.
Is that your car?
May I ask you a few questions?
Well, you haven't answered mine yet.
Yes, it's my car.
Well, can you move it, please?
Payton, I know about your relationship
with Tracy Lassin, which
compromises your alibi
for the night of the murder.
- What are you, a cop?
- Private investigator.
And you're working for him, aren't you?
Did you threaten your
mother the night of the murder?
- Is that what he told you?
- I'm just trying to find out the truth.
You are just trying to
get paid, just like him.
You don't care who gets hurt, and
at this point, neither do I.
So, move your car, or
I'm moving it for you.
Payton, listen to me.
I'm trying to help
you. I just want to talk.
Whoa! Hey!
Agent Dao is in Los Angeles?
We won't be going anywhere for a while.
Well, we're gonna have to.
The princess has
decided she doesn't like L.A.
I thought we'd follow her to New York,
but if Dao is watching...
- How long is she here?
- Just overnight.
- Then we still have all day.
- The princess is not the mark.
Don't hurt yourself trying to keep up.
The mark is Qasim
Halabi, the princess's guardian.
May I?
When the princess's
father died, Halabi became
the de facto controller of the
royal family's business empire.
I get to Qasim, we get the money.
You get to Qasim. I'll
get to the princess.
Forgive my sexism, darling, but
the princess is inessential.
Not if I can convince
her to stay in Los Angeles.
And there's our man.
Qasim Halabi.
Oh. Dude works out.
He was a general in the
Kuroqi National Guard,
trained by U.S. military contractors
to protect Princess Zara.
On her last shopping trip in
L.A., she spent $6 million...
on shoes.
They are excellent shoes.
Eyes on Qasim, Mr. Riley.
- It's show time.
- ♪ Don't you tell me no truths ♪
_
_
- Your Arabic is excellent, Mr. Riley.
- Thank you, General.
My office was
supposed to have contacted you.
Yes, I know you're only
here for the day,
but I would love to
show you this property.
And then, uh, maybe Nobu for lunch.
In sha Allah.
It's beautiful.
Oh, thank you.
- It's a 1962...
- 1962 Austin-Healey
with a straight six at 150 horsepower.
Well, this one only has 132.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
No, you really know your cars.
I know this one.
My father had one just like it...
same color and everything.
It was his favorite.
Well, your father has excellent taste.
Had.
He passed away recently.
I'm terribly sorry.
Well, did he ever let you drive it?
Well, in my country, women
are not encouraged
or licensed to drive.
Apparently, it makes
us vulnerable to sin.
Well, there's only one way to find out.
Mr. Riley, so sorry to interrupt you.
- I had a...
- Ah, Ms. Winters.
General Halabi, this is Stella Winters,
another potential investor from London.
A pleasure to meet you, General.
I think I found Edith's jewels.
You did not.
No, I didn't.
But I did find the beach house.
It belonged to Payton's grandparents.
It's a rental property now,
but it's the one
place nobody's looked yet.
Hi.
You need something?
- Uh...
- We're good.
Thanks, Danny.
It's about the painting.
Apparently, Maria Kreyn paints
all the way to the edge of her canvases.
And a forger can only copy
the image inside the frame.
Right, so, if you take the frame off
and the borders are blank...
The painting's a forgery.
This is the real...
Maria Kreyn.
So, the one in the museum is...
Fake.
And they have no idea.
Are you gonna tell Val?
I should. I really should.
So, we're both in
agreement about what you should do.
What do you want to do?
What I want to do is find the artist
who forged the painting in the museum
and use him to get to Christopher.
- Are you gonna talk me out of it?
- Do you want me to?
Are you gonna tell Val?
Are you gonna let me help you?
How does a woman who
isn't allowed to drive
drive like a NASCAR champion?
My father taught me.
He just never let me drive the Healey.
He wasn't worried about you and sin?
Only to know how to drive away
from it as quickly as possible.
Sounds like he was a very wise man.
He was.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
Oh, no. It's... It's all right.
You know, they say
it's supposed to get easier...
that one day I'll wake
up and just be over it,
but I don't know if I want that.
I don't know you ever get over it.
You've lost someone, too?
Well, my loss in no
way compares with yours.
Ah.
Well, what's her name, then?
Who is she?
You don't know her.
Why did it end?
It ended because I...
wasn't brave enough.
Well, then, there's still time.
Time for what?
For you to be brave.
How long are you in town?
Actually, I'm supposed to
be off for New York tomorrow.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
You know, up until this afternoon,
I didn't think I liked Los Angeles.
So, Payton tries to
run you over with his car,
and you still think he's innocent?
Payton had
nothing to gain by killing Edith.
He was already out of her will.
All the more reason to
take what he could and run.
So, if I were $1 million
worth of old lady jewels,
where would I hide?
You start with the
house. I'll take the grounds.
Okay.
Well, there's
nothing in the house.
What? You find so...
Oh, my God.
I was wrong about Jeffrey.
He didn't kill Edith.
I was wrong about all of it.
It was Payton the entire time.
I'm so glad you're not in Shanghai.
The princess hasn't officially
decided to stay.
She will.
Who can resist you?
It's not like that.
I know.
Hey, give me that.
We've always be so
adult about our relationship,
even when the job
demanded we were with other people.
But I have to admit...
Oh, careful.
I was jealous of Alice Vaughan,
of your life together.
We could have that, you know?
We could disappear...
settle down...
read books.
You'd last 30 seconds.
I'd last 10.
Oh, thank God.
I thought she'd ruined you.
Payton's on the run.
He's gone. They put out an APB.
You were right. I should take time off.
May I point out that you
actually solved this case...
something no one has been able to do?
You're not taking time off.
In fact, the police want to
know if you found anything
that will help them find Payton.
Well, he's not at his
house. He's not at the beach house.
- Did they check Edith's?
- You think he's there?
No, but maybe there's more
there that could help us find him.
- Alice?
- Yeah?
- So, I found the forger.
- You did? How?
Well, I figured it
had to be someone local
since it was only a few days
between you showing the
painting to Christopher
and him leaving it for you, so...
Elizabeth Workman.
She's very good, very fast,
after a little blackmail very helpful,
and gave up the name of
her client, Julian Marsh.
Obviously it's a pseudonym, but
when I cross-referenced it
with "Christopher Hall," I found these.
"Christopher Ryan Hall dies at 75."
The same week you met your
Christopher Ryan Hall.
And there's a pattern.
Both obits... tragic backstories,
no surviving family members,
and published in the New York Tribune.
Can you look in the
Trib and see if there's
any other obits that
follow the same pattern?
I already started.
Where are you going?
I let Christopher get away.
I'm not gonna lose Payton Rockwell.
Hello?
Alice.
I'm sorry.
I saw your car out front.
I thought you might be Payton.
The police asked us to help find him.
I thought if I searched his room...
Did you find anything?
Not yet.
I should come back
later if you and Rebecca are...
No, uh, stay. Uh, I want to help...
anything to finally
bring some justice to Edith.
You might want to take off your shoes.
You'll ruin the carpet.
- Now, if you'll excuse me.
- Hey.
So you can run and tell the
police I killed Edith?
And stole the jewels to
make it look like a robbery.
And used Rebecca to get out of jail.
And used me.
You basically put Payton's
iPad in my hands
so I'd have everything I
need to frame Payton for you.
Even if I did, I can't be tried
for the same crime after an acquittal.
That's the beauty of double jeopardy.
I'd have to commit an
entirely different crime.
I'd have to kill somebody else...
somebody new.
Alice?
Ms. Vaughan was just leaving.
Danny, I need four security agents
at the Rockwell mansion ASAP.
It's Jeffrey. He's...
Rebecca?
He killed her...
for the money.
I
gave him everything...
my career, my reputation,
my whole life!
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
For not saying, "I told you so."
I second-guessed you from the minute
Jeffrey walked into this office.
You had every right to.
I thought you were making
it all about Christopher.
I was.
I still am.
It is all I can do right
now to not spend
every waking moment
trying to find him so I can...
"Can" what? Kill him?
Rebecca's lawyers may be
talking self-defense,
but her life, her career...
I'm not letting you go down that road.
You should talk to him.
How is it that you're on
his side in all of this?
He made a mistake... one
mistake in 10 years...
- and he told you about it.
- Of course he told me about it.
I'm a private investigator.
He doesn't get points for
telling me about it.
And the worst part is
I miss him.
I know what you mean.
I miss someone who doesn't exist.
Are you reading the obits?
Yeah.
I like to see how people's stories end.
I need you to do something for me.
You know those obits you showed me?
Alice, I
found the perfect dead guy...
exactly Christopher's type.
Coroner's report on Michael Thorne, 55,
died Tuesday.
Wife died in a car crash 20 years ago.
No surviving relatives.
It's perfect.
I'll put an obit in the
Trib, and if he bites,
he'll use Michael
Thorne's social security number
- to open up credit cards.
- Which I'll track.
And then, we'll have him.
Agent Dao.
I come in peace.
I'm glad. Now, please, go in peace.
I'm here to apologize.
After talking with my supervisor...
"Being reprimanded" by your supervisor.
You are no longer a
suspect in this investigation.
According to Max, I was never a
suspect in this investigation.
You were a lead, Ms. Vaughan.
What kind of detective would I be
if I didn't follow every lead?
And you want us to
catch him... don't you?
Good night, Agent Dao.
Hello.
I'd like to place an obituary.
Michael Peter Thorne.
That's right. No surviving family.
And it'll be in tomorrow's Trib?
Perfect. Thank you so much.
Are you enjoying your tea in solitude,
or may I join you?
I thought you had to be on a plane.
It's raining in New York.
It's much nicer here.
Are they... with you?
I probably should have
told you this yesterday,
but it tends to, uh, complicate things.
I'm kind of a princess.
Yeah, we can all be a
little high maintenance.
No, I mean as in "my father was king."
And I am Princess Zara
Al-Salim of Kuroq.
Now do you wish you were eating alone?
I do not.
So, now that I've told you who I am...
Who are you?
My name is Thorne. Michael Thorne.