03x21 - Inheritance

[bunniefuu]

Take this moment to finish our session

with one long, deep breath.

And inhale.

Emma, we're gonna be late. Let's go.

You guys rocked this today.
You are amazing.

Oh, my God, that was so much fun.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Emma, now. I have golf in minutes.

Please.

- [SIGHS]
- Come on.

Do you need a ride, Cassandra?

Oh, no, I've got my car. Thank you.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, how's your knee?

I noticed you made
a modification for it today.

[GROANS] Steve wants me to have surgery.

That's a big decision.
You should try Feldenkrais.

What's that?

Another modality.
Super helpful with pain.

I was gonna offer it
in my studio when it opened.

What do you mean was?
Was there a problem?

The space I was looking at...

I came up with the down payment,

but then the city inspector
found some issues.

It's small stuff.
I just don't have the cash,

so I'm not gonna
go through with the deal.

No. You have to.

- Take out a loan.
- Oh, I can't.

I'm descended
from very frugal Dutch people.

We don't do debt.

Plus, my credit isn't exactly the best.

Maybe I can help.

No, Molly, I can't ask you to do that.

Why not?

As women, we have to
help each other rise up.

We're all so excited for you,
and to be honest,

I would much rather do class in
your studio than my backyard.

[LAUGHS]

Will Steve be okay with it?

Oh, please, Steve doesn't
control what I do.

[BOTH LAUGH]

I insist. How much do you need?

[HEARTWARMING MUSIC]

♪

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

[CHUCKLES]

Hi, guys. What a nice surprise.

Please come on in.
I was just having some wine.

Hi. [CHUCKLES]

Look at this place. You're broke, huh?

I never said I was broke.

I have a friend
in the building department.

That space you're buying
was inspected a week ago.

- They didn't find any problems.
- That's not what he told me.

You said you moved here
from Rhode Island, right?

Yes.

You rented a room and a house
there while you were at Brown?

Oh, what does this
have to do with anything?

Guys, what's going on?

My wife gave you money today,
and I am here to take it back.

She didn't give me anything.
It was a loan.

I already cashed the check.

I'll make this very simple.

Return the money now,
or I am going to the police.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Of course.
My checkbook's right over here.

There's no reason to be so mean.

I am done with her, Molly.

Take it out on me. It's not her fault.

We're gonna talk about this at home.

We're gonna get the money,
and we're gonna go.

Here you go. Problem solved.

Why did you ask me about Rhode Island?

Why did you lie about it?

I checked.
You never graduated from Brown.

What? Why are you checking up on her?

- The woman is a liar, Molly.
- Oh, my God.

I think I will go to the police.

You don't need to do that.

Oh, my God! Cassandra!

♪

[WHISTLE TRILLS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[GRUNTS]

[ALL YELLING]

- [WHISTLE BLOWS]
- One, two, three.

ALL: Family. Whoo!

Appreciate it.

You were phenomenal out there, man.

You were great.

I'm impressed you guys
get up this early to do this.

- [BOTH LAUGH]
- Don't be.

Most of us don't have jobs.

Some of are going
to O'Brien's for some beers.

- You coming?
- No, I'm good.

- Oh, come on.
- No, I'm good, man.

- Thank you, though.
- It's rugby tradition.

Gotta deal with this. Hold on.

You need to relax, man.

I am telling you.
I just need a few more hours.

Hey, George, you all right?

[SIGHS]

Yeah.

Just some guy I did some DJ'ing for.

He stiffed me, and he never paid, so...

- Need me to go talk to him?
- No, no, no.

It's good. I'm used to guys like that.

Kind of sketchy, so...

[PHONE BUZZES]

Hey, I gotta get to work.
You gonna be all right?

Yeah. Hey, great hit on Todzo.

That guy's always been a loudmouth,

and you rattled his bones, bro. Fire.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Steve and Molly Forde
sh*t to death in the Hamptons

last night by Molly's personal
trainer, Cassandra Mason.

They leave behind their
-year-old daughter, Emma.

The story made all the papers today.

- Were the Fordes famous?
- No, just rich.

m*rder*d in the Hamptons is a big story.

m*rder*d in the Hamptons

by your personal trainer
gets you the cover.

This is Cassandra Mason.

, single, no family in the area,

works mostly at her clients' homes,

but recently made an offer

on a building in Sag Harbor
to open her own studio.

And what were the Fordes
doing in her apartment?

Unclear.

Both their cell phones were taken,

along with Steve's wallet
and Molly's purse.

PD said it looks like Cassandra
packed a few things and ran.

BOLO's out on her Honda Civic.

I can try tracking the cell phones.

Already tried. Both are turned off,
maybe even destroyed by now.

Why did this get kicked up to us?

Because of this.

She left her passport behind,
and it's a fake.

Can you see what gives it away?

Nothing because
it's a world-class forgery.

The kind cartel kingpins
pay grand for.

Who figured out it was fake?

CID ran the social and got it flagged.

No credit history
or birth certificates, either.

grand and she left it behind?

It's worthless to her now.

Cassandra Mason's
wanted for a double m*rder.

It's time for a new identity.

Exactly, and whoever this is,
she's not just an imposter.

She's also a k*ller.

Ortiz, you and Hana
take the crime scene.

Kristin and I will go talk
to the daughter.

Let's roll.

So how long were you her landlady?

A little over a year.

Cassandra really was
the sweetest, nicest person.

Are you sure
she was the one who did this?

Yeah, unless she has a roommate.

No, it was just her.

Did you ever have problems with her?

Not at all. She was quiet.

She kept the place nice.

Although she was
a few months behind on rent.

Well, it sure looks like
she has plenty of money.

Did she say why?

Her parents are sick.
They live one town over,

and they don't have health insurance.

And she was stretched so thin,
I just felt really bad for her.

Do you have a name
or address for her parents?

No, I never met them. Why?

Just... we don't have any
record of family in the area.

Do you think she was lying to me?

- Could be.
- Ivan, you should see this.

Excuse me.

What's all this?

Shopaholic is a word that comes to mind.

- Yeah.
- Amazon, Chanel, Prada.

A pair of these Jimmy Choos
goes for at least , bucks.

Damn, I should've been
a yoga instructor.

Where'd she get all this money?

Most of it's ordered online,

so she either has a really
high credit limit or...

Or she stole someone's credit cards.

I'll start digging
and freeze her accounts.

- Is that a checkbook?
- Yeah.

Looks like the last check
Cassandra wrote

was for , to Steve Forde
dated yesterday.

What's that about?

♪

They were arguing about money.

Your mom and dad.

When was this?

Last night.

Mom came to Dad and told him that

she gave Cassandra a loan
to start her new studio,

and Dad wasn't yelling at first.

He was just like,
"You should've told me."

And Mom was just like,
"I don't have to tell you.

It's my money, too,
and it's just a loan."

And Cassandra was gonna pay it back.

And that's when Dad went ballistic

'cause he just didn't believe that.

He never liked Cassandra.

When's the last time you saw Cassandra?

Yesterday.

She taught a class with mom and
her friends in the backyard.

What friends?

Kathleen and Sophie.

They've been here all morning.
Do I have to stay?

My aunt's coming,

and I just really, really
want to go to my room.

No, that's okay. You go ahead.

Okay.

[PHONE CHIMES]

That's Hana. She says Cassandra

wrote Steve Forde a check
for grand yesterday.

Think she was trying
to pay back the loan.

Then maybe took it back
after she k*lled him.

Bring those two in. I'll be right there.

Yeah.

Emma, I forgot to ask.

Your mom and dad's
cell phones were taken.

What about their computers?

My dad has a laptop,
but I looked everywhere for it

this morning and I couldn't find it.

Hmm.

Listen, I'm so sorry for you loss.

My brother was also k*lled,
so if you ever need to talk...

Thank you.

- This is so unreal.
- This is so tragic.

I don't know why
Cassandra would do this.

Right now we think this is about money.

This is Agent Scott.

Looks like Molly loaned Cassandra ,

to fix up her studio
and Steve didn't approve.

Wait, , for the studio?
I gave her the same thing.

- Yeah, me too.
- For electric.

She said it was for the rowing machines.

- She was very clear.
- She said the wire was...

Why would she ask if either...

Slow down for a minute.

How long have you known Cassandra?

Two years. Ever since she moved here.

Same.

Okay, has she ever mention
her background?

Talked about her family at all?

She doesn't have a family.

She ran away when she was teenager

because her parents put her
in this weird boarding school

in Taconic where they made them
do hallucinogenic dr*gs.

That is not what she told me.
She said her family is in Ohio

and she put herself through college

because her dad is in a wheelchair.

The school is real, Kath. I Googled it.

It's called Treetops.

Obviously, we're dealing
with a con artist here,

but that's a problem for another day.

Right now, we just need to find her.

Is there anyone else she's close to?

Anyone she'd go to for help?

- Oh, my God, my mother.
- Margery?

She adores Cassandra,
and she lives in a bubble.

Never watches the news.
Probably has no...

oh, no, it's voicemail.

- She's not answering.
- Where does she live?

Babylon. Like, miles from here.

Alert PD. We'll meet them there.

I'm coming with you.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

All clear upstairs!

- Clear.
- Main floor clear.

- Get Sophie in here.
- Right.

Your mom's not here.

Her purse is gone.

She always keeps it right here
with her car keys.

Maybe she went on an errand.

Cassandra's Honda's in the garage.

Does your mother own a car?

Yes, a green Buick Park Avenue.

- She switched them out.
- Damn it.

Get a BOLO out.

They couldn't have gone too far.

What do you think, Margery?

You look prettier
in the dress and heels.

- And I don't understand the wig.
- I'm just playing around.

Sometimes it fun to pretend

to be someone else, don't you think?

You know, I think you're right.
The dress is better,

but with the pumps not the heels.

Would you mind getting that for me?

Ooh, I like those pumps. Better color.

♪

Ma'am, hey, come back here!

Stop right there!

- Stop that woman!
- Wait, hey, hey, stop.

Get out of the way!

Whoa. Okay, I'm cool.

We're cool.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Mom!
- How is she?

She's good. A little confused.

They came down here to do some shopping.

Cassandra stole her purse and a wig

and took off
out of the back emergency exit.

Employees recognized her
from the most wanted photo

and called mall security.

Great. We're this close and we got

"Paul Blart: Mall Cop" on the case.

You know that movie?

I know every Kevin James movie.

- He's my favorite.
- Yeah, it is a great movie.

[PHONE CHIMES]

BOLO just got a hit on Margery's Buick

parked at a Rockville train station.

Cassandra used Margery's
credit card ten minutes ago.

She got a ticket from Penn Station.

- From there she can go anywhere.
- Get down there and make sure

MTA and transit police have her photo.

Remember the school
that Sophie told us about

Cassandra said she went to?

Yeah, the treehouse or something.

Treetops, exactly.
Well, it actually existed.

Oh, so she was actually
being honest this time.

That's the thing about
a con artist's lies, right?

There's always a grain of truth to them.

Like yesterday when you
asked me about your shirt.

You said you loved my shirt.

Well, yeah, I wanted you
to buy me lunch.

Oh, that's downright criminal.

All right, look, opened in

by a guy called Adam Gates.
Closed years later in .

It's hard to tell what it is now,

but I think it's worth checking out.

Steve Forde's office.

They found his laptop
in his desk drawer.

I want to head to that school first.

I can't believe
you didn't like my shirt.

What about your beret?

[IN FRENCH ACCENT] Oui, I'm French.

I smoke cigarettes and eat baguettes.

- Bon.
- Bon.

- You love my beret.
- Actually, I kind of do.

Mm-hmm.

Reminds me of Marie Chevallier.

Hello. I'm Angie Gates. Can I help you?

I'm Agent Scott
and this is Agent Gaines.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Why don't we go down here?

Everything all right?

Yes, I just prefer
to not let the real world

interfere with the guest experience.

What's this about?

This used to be a school
called Treetops, correct?

A long time ago.

Are you related to Adam Gates?

He was my father. Why?

We're looking for someone.

They may have been a student
here about years ago.

I don't have an old photo,

but this is what she looks like now.

No. What's her name?

We don't know, actually.

We're hoping to see
the school records to find out.

Records? These people were hippies.

If there ever were any,
I don't know where they went.

I'm not even sure
the school was accredited.

Is it true that the students

used to use hallucinogenic dr*gs?

Look, my father's mission
was progressive education,

sustainable living, no grades,

every kid had a vegetable garden.

Maybe it was a little freewheeling,

but people are always afraid
of anything different.

None of those stories are true.

Then why did the school close down?

Because my father d*ed
of prostate cancer

when he was only .

Sorry to hear that.

Who is Jenny?

Excuse me?

"This is Jenny's bench.

Sit for a spell and hold her
in your heart."

It's for a student who passed away.

, about the same time
our unsub could've been here.

- How'd she die?
- It was an accident.

She drowned in the school lake.

[SOFT SENTIMENTAL MUSIC]

I remember my father
being very upset about it.

It didn't feel right to remove
the bench when we remodeled,

so I just left it.

If you could have your staff
look into those records for us,

- I'd appreciate it.
- They won't find anything.

Then maybe I'll get
a volcanic mud scrub,

coffee enema, or bird poop facial.

I'd recommend that.

It helps with stress
and cures bad manners.

Okay, I see you.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[SIGHS] We're up to an hour ago.

- Nothing.
- [PHONE BUZZES]

All right, keep going.
I'm gonna take this.

Sure.

- Ortiz.
- Ivan, it's George.

I'm at work right now, man. What's up?

You know that guy that
I said owed me some money?

I kind of lied. I actually owe him.

Like, $ , .

For what?

Just some business stuff.

Look, I don't have it right now

and my mates are all tapped out,

so I was wondering
if you could spot me a loan.

So why don't you ask your sister?

- I can't.
- Why not?

I sold some dr*gs, okay?

- You did what?
- Nothing hard.

- What are you thinking, man?
- No big deal.

Just a few uppers
for some shows, all right?

This guy really wants his money, dude.

I'm totally screwed here, man.
Can you help me out, please?

All right, let me think about it.

Is there any way
you don't tell my sister?

I said I'll think about it.

What was that about?

That was just my dad. He lost his keys.

Anything else here?

All right, let's check
the ticket machines.

- All of them?
- Yeah, all of them.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪

I need the keys to that red BMW.

My husband left
my sunglasses in the car.

I can get them for you.

I was told this problem
would be addressed.

There's no shade on that patio.

And my food is coming
and I'm not going to wait.

Just give me the keys
and I'll get them myself.

I'm not supposed to do that.

Do you know who my husband is?

Because he can call your manager

and we can talk to your boss.

No, that's okay. Here. Sorry.

[ENGINE REVS]

Hey, where's she going in my car?

Your wife said
she needed her sunglasses.

I don't have a wife.

Hey!

Steve Forde's laptop.
They found it at his office.

Tell me we're making some progress.

Penn Station was a bust,
but Hana's on to something.

Okay, the Jenny you called me about,

her full name was Jenny Betz.

She was a -year-old senior
at Treetops.

The same age as Cassandra back then,

so they were probably classmates.

Jenny's death was ruled an accident.

She was drinking and smoking weed

and decided to take a boat out.

The cops figured that
she fell overboard and drowned.

And how does this connect to Cassandra?

Because when you Google
Jenny Betz, you get this.

It's a crowdsourced website
called "Finding Jenny"

run by two guys trying to solve

a cold case m*rder
in Providence, Rhode Island.

"Jenny Betz is wanted for
questioning in the -year-old

"m*rder and dismemberment
of her landlady, Lisa Fanelli.

"The Providence police
have determined that

"Jenny Betz was not her real name.

- So who is she really?"
- And the answer is...

Cassandra or whatever her real name is.

-year-old photo,
but that's definitely her.

Yeah, next to her landlady,
Lisa Fanelli.

I'm thinking that
she stole Jenny's identity,

moved to Providence,
k*lled her landlady,

moved to Long Island,
and became Cassandra Mason.

- Hello?
- What I want to know

is why a year old needs

a new identity in the first place.

What's a kid that age need to hide from?

The stories about Treetops
could be true, right?

Maybe she was afraid and ran.

Hmm.

Guys, half an hour ago in New Haven,

a white female calls a valet

and steals a car out
of the restaurant parking lot.

- Is that our girl?
- Yeah, look.

Could be one of the wigs she
stole from that department store.

Whoever she is,
whatever she's running from,

she's clearly got a big bag of tricks.

Hang on.

The guys who run Finding Jenny,
they're in Providence?

Yeah.

Forget where she's running from.
It's where she's running to.

New Haven is on the way to Providence.

If these website guys
are on a mission to reveal

her true identity, she's not
gonna let that happen.

You think she knows about the website.

I'd say yes.

I'm gonna call Isobel for a helicopter.

We're going to Rhode Island.

No way! I can't believe
you guys are here.

- This is our w*r room.
- Come on up.

Clues that come in go here,

marked either dead or alive
depending on where we are.

Yeah, and here are
the people that are helping us.

The good ones are up top.

And the jag offs and the
wing nuts are at the bottom.

- Do you guys have jobs?
- This is our job.

Hey, do you really think
that Jenny's coming after us?

Because you could use us as bait.

Yeah, we don't do that
with civilians, but thank you.

Well, we're not scared.

You know, if it'll help us
solve our case,

we'll do whatever.

Guys, tap the brakes.
We're not here to solve your case.

We're hunting our fugitive.
So if you want to help,

give us the backstory nice and succinct.

- Sure, no problem.
- Okay.

- So Lisa Fanelli...
- Yes.

Was this -year-old alcoholic lady

who had a house with a bunch of rooms.

years ago,
she rented one to Jenny Betz,

who said she was a student at Brown.

Yeah, they used to
party together, hang out,

then one day, Lisa disappears.

The cops question everybody,
including Jenny.

No one knows where she went.
Lisa was also kind of a mess,

so the cops weren't
too bothered about it.

Everyone basically forgets
about her till six months ago.

And what happened six months ago?

Rich guy in Newport having
his pool taken out and boom.

Workers find a bag of bones,
and it's Lisa.

So the cops are like,

"Uh, oops. Um, this is a homicide."

And they want to interview the people

that Lisa was hanging with
last time they saw her.

So they look for Jenny

and figure out that's not her real name.

Yeah, they try to
pull her transcript at Brown,

and there was none.

She was never enrolled there,
but she was going to classes.

- How psycho is that?
- It's wish fulfillment.

If you're going to create
a new identity,

might as well be the one
you wish you had.

Bingo.

We also found the real Jenny's
birth certificate.

She grew up in Boston
to an Erin and Adrian Betz.

There is an Erin Betz in
her s living in Worcester.

We think it's her mom,

but, you know,
she's not gonna talk to us.

Did you have an address?

Yeah, but she's probably
not gonna talk to you either.

We're the FBI. She'll talk to us.

[CHUCKLES]

Can we tell Andrew?
I feel like we should.

- And Andrew is?
- Lisa Fanelli's son.

He's more obsessed with this than we are

and he lives in Boston now too.

Hana, you and Ortiz take the son.

Kristin and I will
go talk to Jenny's mother.

You guys are leaving?

We'll stick some plainclothes
cops outside overnight.

- You'll be safe.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Can we at least grab a selfie?

BOTH: No.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Yeah, I've seen the website.

Those two jerks are confusing
my Jenny with someone else.

So please, just go.

Mrs. Betz, we understand,

and you're absolutely right,
this is not about your Jenny.

years ago,
someone stole her identity.

That person's now wanted
in at least three murders.

What?

This woman's on the run,
and we're looking for her.

Please, we really need your help.

I knew Jenny was shady.

Paid her rent in cash,
partied with my mom.

How many college students you know

party with -year-old women?

Well, maybe they do it if
the woman's paying for things.

Exactly, and it was bad.

I checked my mom's bank statements.

Huge cash withdrawals late at night.

I told my mom to confront Jenny
about it and she did.

Next day, she disappeared.

Jenny said she didn't know
where she'd gone,

and the cops believed her. Here.

One day, I snuck in
to Jenny's apartment.

I found that original photo
tucked away in a drawer.

I took a picture of it with my phone.

That's Jenny,
and that's her little sister.

Now, look at the writing on the back.

"To the world's best sister.
Love, Rose."

And you think that's important, why?

It was another one of her lies.

Jenny said she didn't have any siblings.

Mrs. Betz, do you recognize
any of these people?

Oh, my God, that's Delia Holby.

How do you know her?

She was a classmate
of Jenny's at Treetops,

and I hated her.

Always in trouble for dr*gs or drinking.

She made terrible grades.

Rumor was she was sleeping
with one of the teachers.

Did Jenny tell you that?

Yes, and I warned her
to stay away from Delia,

but she wouldn't listen.

She should've 'cause I was right.

About what? What do you mean?

Jenny was afraid of boats.

She never would've gotten on one alone,

much less at night.

I think Delia was with her,

and I think she pushed
my Jenny overboard.

What makes you think that?

The school said
they were together a lot,

and there'd even been some arguments.

The weekend before Jenny d*ed,

they got caught
sneaking off campus together.

My gut told me something wasn't right.

Did you tell the police that?

Over and over, but they said
there wasn't any evidence.

And of course, Delia denied it.

I got so angry. I sued the school.

They took my deposition, and the minute

I brought up Delia and the teacher,

they changed their tune.

Offered me $ ,
if I'd settle and sign

a confidentiality agreement.

I took it. It was my pound of flesh.

What about Delia's parents?
Ever meet them?

The father was never around,
but I knew the mother.

Sylvia Holby, low-class dirtbag.

When I told her what I thought
her daughter had done,

she told me to go to hell
right in front of her girls.

Did you say girls, plural?

Yes, Delia had a little
sister at the primary school.

I don't remember her name,

but I do remember feeling sorry for her.

With a family like that.

Well, at least we know
who we're looking for now.

Hana?

All I have on Delia Holby is a tax form

from when she worked
at a cleaning service

in Taconic during high school.

After that, Delia ceases to exist.

That's when she stole
Jenny Betz's identity

and fled to Providence.

And then eventually Long Island,

where she became Cassandra Mason.

- What about the sister, Rose?
- Still looking.

I think she's disassociating.

Whatever happened to her
at Treetops was so traumatic

that she never wants
to be Delia Holby again.

Could it be as simple
as she m*rder*d Jenny Betz,

and that's what she's running from?

Maybe, but this feels deeper than that.

All the lies. All the cons.

It's like she wants
to be anyone but Delia.

And she only kills when someone
threatens to expose her past.

What I can't figure out is that photo.

She kept it as a souvenir
after she became Jenny Betz.

But if it's a reminder of her past,

why hold onto it?

Maybe the sister has meaning for her.

Okay, here we go.
I got a hit on the sister.

Rose Holby, years old, single.

Last known address in Peabody.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Rose.

Delia?

It's been so long,
I wasn't... oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

[LAUGHS]

[LAUGHS]

Rose Holby, FBI.

Door's locked. Want me to kick it?

Platinum card.

Gets you into airline lounges too.

Nice.

Rose, FBI.

Anybody home?

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Bedroom's clear. Kitchen too.

- Look at this.
- Delia was here.

Maybe Rose too.

Let's just hope it was a happy
reunion and not a kidnapping.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hey, you talk to the sister yet?

The car Delia stole from the
valet stand's out back.

Find out if Rose has a vehicle
and put a BOLO on it.

- We just missed them.
- Will do.

We got some info
on the Holby family too.

So Delia's father, Lloyd,

he d*ed in a car accident
when she was around ten.

As for the mom,
well, around the same time

that she stole Jenny Betz's identity,

Sylvia moved into a very nice
house with Rose in Greenwich.

Which is strange
because the family struggled

financially during their Treetops days,

but somehow Sylvia received
a large infusion of cash.

- But there's no paper trail.
- Where's Sylvia now?

That's a good question.

House in Greenwich sold
for . million two years ago,

and Sylvia dropped off the radar.

I found this on the refrigerator.

Same last name as the guy
who owns Treetops.

Hana, check out an attorney

in Beacon Hill named David Gates.

See if he's related to Adam Gates.

David Gates. He lives in Medford.

Yeah, they're brothers. Why?

I don't think it's a coincidence.

I smell a big, fat rat.

♪

- I'm so sorry I left, Rose.
- Mm.

Did Mom ever tell you why?

She said that you had addiction issues.

And we were worried
that you might be homeless.

Yeah, yeah, it was bad. Yeah.

It was pills at first and then booze.

And then it got to needles.

I stayed away because I was so ashamed.

I didn't want you and Mom
to see me like that.

I hope you understand.

So what about now? You better?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Yeah, I did Narcotics Anonymous,

and on the third try, it worked.

After years,
I am finally clean and sober.

And realized that
my biggest problem is Tyler.

He's an enabler among other things.

What do you mean? Did he hurt you?

All the time.

But not anymore. I am done with him.

Like, headed to California done.

That's why I need the money.

Are you sure you don't mind?

No. No, no, of course not.

You're my sister. I love you.

I will always help you.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, my sweet, little Rosebud.

I knew I could count on you. [LAUGHS]

Want to come with?

Oh, no, you go ahead.
It'll be faster that way.

♪

I represented Treetops back in the day.

Rose remembered me
and called a few weeks ago

asking for help with a lease.

Look, I don't know her well.

What about her sister, Delia?
You remember her, right?

We know about the lawsuit

Jenny Betz's mother filed
against Treetops.

A case based entirely
on circumstantial evidence.

You could've easily fought and won.

So why'd you settle?

That's attorney-client privilege.

Was it because Delia Holby

was having sex with one of the teachers?

That's not a fact. That's an allegation.

Potayto, potahto. Tomayto, tomahto.

And if Erin Betz told you that,

she's in violation of
her confidentiality agreement.

Frankly, I don't think she gives a damn,

and neither do I.

So just answer the question.

It wasn't a teacher.

It was Adam, wasn't it?

You settled the case
to protect your brother, right?

Headmaster of the school preying on

an underage, female student. Am I right?

I don't have time for this.

Listen, Mr. Gates,

Delia's m*rder*d three people
so far to protect her past.

Being that you're privy to her secrets,

it's highly possible
that you're her next target,

so I suggest you sit down
and answer our questions.

She's good, right?

♪

Thank you. [CHUCKLES]

? This isn't enough.

It's all I have.

Sorry, I'm not swimming
in cash like mom.

What are you talking about?

You know, the inheritance money.

We grew up dirt poor and
so did all of our relatives.

No way Mom inherited a dime.

No, no, no, she did. I swear.

She got this check in the mail,
we bought a house.

Right after you left me at Treetops?

What? We didn't leave you.

Mom said that you begged to stay back

and finish your senior year,
and then the dr*gs started...

That's not true! That...

Mom lied to you about everything.

About the so-called inheritance,

about me staying at school,
and you believed her?

You're such a dumb, little bitch.

Maybe I can pawn some things.

Forget the money.
I'm not going anywhere.

What if Tyler finds you? Delia...

Don't call me that. Do you understand?

Close the door.

- Oh, my... oh!
- Close the door.

Take out your phone now.

Adam told me he was in love with her.

He swore it wasn't anything sexual,

but I knew better.

I mean, Delia was only .

Did anyone else know besides you?

Delia definitely told her mother.

When Sylvia found out,

she went up to Adam's door and
threatened to call the police.

That's when he came to me
begging for help.

He's my brother.
What was I supposed to do?

So your answer was to cover it up.

You paid Sylvia off, didn't you?

We know she bought a house in
Greenwich she could never afford.

- How much?
- million.

My brother sold
everything he had to cover it.

Did Delia know about the payment?

I don't know. She was gone by then.

I assumed her mother
picked her up from the school,

which was fine by me.

The whole thing was a nightmare.

We need to talk to Sylvia,

but we haven't been able to locate her.

Can you help?

Oh, she's not a Holby anymore.

She got remarried two years ago.

Bernie Fulton. They live in Brookline.

♪

I'm Special Agent Remy Scott.

We need to speak to your wife, Sylvia.

- What's this about?
- She here?

No, her daughter, Rose,
called and asked her

to come and meet her at
our beach cottage in Plymouth.

- Is Delia with her?
- Who?

Delia. Rose's sister.

Rose doesn't have a sister.

What the hell's going on?

- Move it!
- It's not what you think.

No, no, don't pretend
you didn't know, Mom.

I told you. I begged you.

- You told her what?
- You said you were in love.

Because he told me to!

I was only years old.
I didn't know what I was doing.

I was trapped and I was helpless.

And you knew and you didn't do anything.

- Trapped by who?
- Will you shut up?

Just sit there and be stupid
like you always have been.

Honey, please,
leave your sister out of this.

- She didn't know.
- Because you lied to her too.

There was no inheritance, Rose.

It was blood money
that she took from the school

for what they did to me.

Just tell me what you want.

I want my money.

I want my life back.

I want everything you took from me.

[SCREAMS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Ortiz, find a position.
Hana, front door.

Kristin, with me.

I never wanted to hurt you, I swear.

Liar! You abandoned me.

You never cared about me!
It was only about Rose.

I want to make it right. Please.

Ivan, talk to me.

She's got a g*n and two hostages.

They're moving too much.
I don't have a sh*t.

- FBI, drop your w*apon.
- Get up.

Get back! Sit down or I'll sh**t Mom!

Now.

- Delia, listen...
- I'm not Delia.

I'm not...

Then who are you?

Delia was the girl
who got r*ped by Adam Gates

in the boathouse on Halloween.

Delia was the one who
had to go to the motel with him

on weekends and have sex
with him when he was drunk.

- Oh, my God.
- I told you.

I told you, but you didn't care.

Nobody cared and nobody listened

except for one person,

and she's been dead
for as long as Delia has.

Jenny Betz.

- Yes.
- She was your friend

and you confided in her.

You didn't push her
off the boat that night.

Did you?

It was Adam.

He said I shouldn't have told her.

He sa... he said it was our secret

and if I told anyone else,
he would k*ll me just like her.

That's why you ran.

That's why you wanted
to become someone else.

Keep all that pain in the past.
I get it.

You don't want to be Delia.

She's done a lot of bad stuff,

but she's also a survivor

who loves her sister.

That's why you took Rose's picture

with you to Providence, right?

You don't want to hurt anybody anymore.

You don't want anything
except all the lies

and pretending to be over.

You just want someone to love you

and understand.

So here's what we're going to do.

- [YELPS]
- [GASPS]

- [CRYING]
- Clear the w*apon.

[CRYING] I'm sorry.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪

Mom.

That was one hell of a sh*t.

Stable target, safe background,

clear visibility, I took the risk.

- What if you'd miss?
- I don't miss.

That's gonna be a fun ride home.

- Rose, please.
- Leave me alone.

Rose!

And I thought I had mommy issues.

- Nice sh*t.
- Thanks, man.

[PHONE CHIMES]

Ivan, you coming?

Yeah.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

I didn't, uh, I didn't know
this part of town very well.

- What's this?
- That's Robbie Tuck.

-year-old exchange student
from England.

He got popped selling molly
last week at a club in SoHo.

Took him to jail on Saturday

and they found him like that
on Sunday morning.

Hey, look, man, there's only
two things that's gonna happen

if you get caught selling dr*gs here.

They're gonna deport you.

They're gonna send you back
home with a felony referral

or you're gonna end up like him.

- Ivan, it was just a mistake.
- Look at me.

Be a man. You're smart.

You have a good personality.

There's legit ways to make money.

Yeah, I know.

Like I said,
it was just a stupid mistake.

I'm just gonna pay this guy and
never have to see him again.

And I swear, I'll pay you back.

You're not gonna tell Hana?

You don't got to worry about that.

I won't tell her
because you're gonna tell her.

She's your half sister,
but she's your family,

and there's no secrets in family.

It'll only come between you.

[SENTIMENTAL MUSIC]

Appreciate this. Thank you, man.

You're saving my life.

- Good looking out.
- I'm not done.

You said you're gonna
pay me back, right?

Yeah, of course.

And I believe you. Come on.

What's this?

This is my boxing gym.

The guy who runs it, his name is Leon.

Pays bucks an hour.
He's expecting you.

♪

What am I supposed to do?

Whatever he tells you to do.

Welcome, George.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[WOLF HOWLS]