Stepmom from Hell (2024)

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How is everyone doing today?

Well, we're working on a

Saturday, so there's that.

Yes, yes.

Thank you so much

for accommodating me.

Well, I'll get right to it then.

Hello, my name is Izzy Thompson

and I'm here to talk to

you about Trusting Paws.

As I'm sure you're aware,

pet based apps are very profitable

in this growing market.

There's a lot out there,

but we're different.

As I was saying, pet

based applications

are very profitable

and that means that-

So sorry.

Please continue.

Sure. Yeah. We'd like to

start with pet boarding

where local vetted users

would be watching

your pets for you

with our background check...

What'd you say your name was?

Izzy, Izzy Thompson.

Is your father Jack Thompson?

Yeah, yeah, that's him.

Has he invested in this app?

Well, I just moved back to the area

and Trusting Paws is an

independent endeavor.

I haven't talked to my

father about investing yet.

- Hey.

- Is he here?

Does it live up to your expectations?

Yeah, I mean, Dana did a

great job. She has real talent.

You know, she does have a lot of talent.

Sometimes I think

maybe she's wasting it.

It's time to move to

some bigger things.

- Precious!

- Dad! Hey.

- Catherine.

- Hi, Izzy.

So I heard about the break in.

- Is Charlie okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

I mean, he had a pretty

nasty bump on his head,

but I think he was more spooked

about it than anything else, you know?

You know, luckily they ran away

seemingly with nothing.

It's pretty much handled.

You know, we should be talking

about Izzy's new company.

Trusting Paws.

Yeah, how's it going?

You know what?

This is a celebration.

It's not time for work talk.

You know what?

You two need to relax.

I'm gonna get you both a drink.

Okay.

Dana? Hey, Dana!

Well there she goes.

She really ought to

rest a little bit more.

You guys make up?

We're fine, Dad.

Okay, but you know your family.

Yeah, but we're related by marriage.

But we'll catch up, I promise.

Here you go.

- Thank you.

- All right.

I'm gonna go mingle.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

You.

Izzy, nice to see you.

Your dad told me you were back in town.

Hi, Terry.

Yes, it's nice to be

closer to family again.

- How have you been?

- Busy.

Your dad definitely

keeps me on my toes.

You bet.

All right, Jack, everything is ready

and everyone is really looking

forward to your speech,

so no pressure.

Not that there's ever

any pressure on me.

Jack, are you ready?

Give the people what they want, right?

Right, okay.

Welcome everyone for coming

to the 30th anniversary celebration.

Thank you all for coming.

Now for our fearless

leader, Jack Thompson.

I hope they didn't see that.

All right, welcome.

Welcome, everybody.

So glad you all came out.

As you know, this is

the 30th anniversary

of the Thompson Realty Group.

Yes.

And I wanted you all to know

the reason for its success.

Well, that reason is you,

all of you, our community.

This company started out small

but expanded because of all of you.

And you know, I wanted

to thank Frank also

for trusting in my business

enough to give me my first loan.

And Sally, who handled

the business end

of things when I knew nothing.

My great staff who continue

to manage all of our properties,

my sales team that keep

delivering those record sales,

but most importantly,

my daughter Izzy, the

reason I do any of it.

And when we lost Emma,

Izzy gave me the

strength to keep going.

And my beautiful wife Catherine,

who also keeps me

going, thank you honey.

I love you.

And lastly, I'd like to share a couple

of words that continue to...

- Jack?

- Dad?

What are you lookin' at?

- Jack?

- Oh my God, what the...

- Jack, Jack?

- Are you all right?

Who are all of you?

I'm sorry.

Anyway,

welcome everybody and

just have a great time.

Nice ending.

Did you just come up

with that on the fly?

Yeah, it just came to me.

All right, we should

all get back to the party.

And Jack, we have

your favorite cookies.

Oh really, which ones?

Dad, don't be silly.

Mrs. Darby's?

Wait, what?

I'm gonna let you have one cheat day.

She has me on this new diet.

It's a whole thing.

Well, you know, somebody has got

to look after your health.

- Hi, Dana.

- Hi.

Are you gonna take

a break anytime soon?

I can't.

We should be working on these instead

of doing all this party stuff.

Well, it seems like you're

the only one stressed about it.

That's because they don't realize

the trouble we're

having in the office.

If we don't get this stuff sorted out,

- we're gonna see losses.

- Well, I'm sure my dad is aware

and he will talk to

you about it next week.

Izzy, you don't understand.

Nobody has been managing

any of these things.

What does that mean?

Your dad insists on doing things

the way he has for years,

but we're expanding,

so I have to handle it.

You don't get it, do you?

No, no, I appreciate

you helping my dad with this.

I just, I have been so busy running

my own startup right now.

Well, trying.

- Oh yeah, your puppy company.

- Trusting Paws.

It is so much more than a puppy company.

Well, if my dad isn't listening,

have you tried talking to your mom?

You know I have a hard

time being around my mother.

Well, other than our

questionable cooking,

I think she's delightful.

Please, you can't tell me you fall

for her whole sweetie pie,

extra sugar garbage routine.

I just wish she'd

disappear sometimes.

Hey, guys.

- Hey.

- Mrs. Darby still has it.

Jack, I have a few questions

about some financial statements

concerning the properties.

You know, Dana, I

appreciate your initiative

so much honestly, but

it's my day off today.

Can you just take all the

financial initiative stuff

over to Terry?

Ridiculous.

I mean, what did I say?

She's got a lot on her plate

and it sounds like the

two of you need to talk.

Yeah, maybe.

Everything okay at the office?

Yeah, never better.

So tell me about this

break-in at the office.

- What happened?

- That is a mystery.

I mean, for some reason somebody broke

into the archives room.

Charlie was there,

caught 'em red handed,

and as far as anybody could

tell, nothing was taken.

Are the police involved?

Yeah, yeah. I mean they're

handling the whole thing.

As a matter of fact, your old

boyfriend Roman is on the case.

Roman?

Brian Roman?

Dad, we never dated.

We were just friends.

- It wasn't like that.

- Yeah, okay.

Well, maybe I remember

it differently,

you know, my memory and stuff.

But that's why we need somebody fresh

in the office to help out, right?

Somebody with their finger

on the pulse of things.

Dad, I would love to,

but I am swamped trying

- to get my app off the ground.

- Right, right, sorry.

- Pet Finder.

- Trusting Paws, yes.

- Sorry.

- That's fine.

Why don't you ask Dana?

She's got the business

management degree.

I didn't build the company for Dana.

I know that.

So, how 'bout just while

you're here, you know?

Helping out with some things, right?

I mean, who knows,

you... Just to see.

I'll pay you.

Like, and I'm not asking you

to take over everything, yet.

Just give it a shot.

Okay.

I think I could find some time.

Okay, fantastic.

- Now you know Mrs. Darby?

- Of course.

We just put together a

brand new leasing agreement

for her and she hasn't returned it yet,

so I was thinking it might be

better if you know she dealt

with somebody that's more familiar

to her with a friendlier face.

That sounds suspiciously easy.

I'm softening you up slowly.

You just want me to grab

you more cookies, don't you?

That's our secret.

Hello?

Izzy!

I haven't seen you in forever.

It's so wonderful to see you.

Oh man, I've missed this smell.

It's been too long.

I remember when you were just

a kid running around here.

Such fond memories.

But I was actually sent to

pick up your lease agreement.

I thought you started

your own business?

Yes, I did.

But yeah, I moved back home

and I'm just helping out.

Surprised we didn't see

you at the party yesterday.

You know what they say?

The sun never sets on

the baking industry.

Dad said he hasn't received

your lease agreement yet.

He already sent Dana,

and it's all handled.

Wait, he already sent Dana?

He certainly did, last week.

I'd love a hard copy if I could get one.

Just awful news about the break in.

Yeah, it's all very strange.

Nothing was taken?

Not that they've said.

I have something to show you.

Come with me.

Okay.

Pardon my questions,

but has your father made

this sort of mistake before?

No, he's usually

really on top of things.

And how's his secretary, Terry?

Doing okay, I guess.

I mean, I hadn't seen her

for awhile until the party yesterday.

Interesting.

What do you mean?

A few months ago, Terry

started to collect the rents.

She was asking renters to pay in cash.

That seemed odd.

I wouldn't be surprised if

she was pocketing the rents.

I refuse to pay cash.

I don't trust her.

Then every time I try

and get ahold of her,

she's never available.

Let me talk to my dad about this.

Thank you for letting me know,

and I'll try to get that

copy for your records.

Izzy?

Please say hi to your father for me.

I will.

Come on! Come on, you

shredder!

Terry.

What are you doing here?

Izzy, the office is closed.

I know, it's Sunday.

How did you get in here anyway?

I used to work here.

I have a set of keys.

- That's surprising.

- What are you doing?

Just taking care of some paperwork.

I don't always have the luxury

of having the weekends off.

It sure looks like you're shredding.

Yes. Ever since Dana's

been helping your father,

she's been getting rid of

some old things we don't need.

She's shredding discarded

customer information.

It's federal law.

I didn't see you there, Dana.

And what are you doing here?

Dad asked me to help. He

wanted me to make some copies

of Ms. Darby's new

lease agreement.

Apparently she has her own

set of keys to the office.

Am I interrupting something?

It's a Sunday and the office is closed

and the two of you are

here shredding documents.

We're doing exactly

what Jack asked us to do.

- You can ask Jack and my mom.

- I might just do that.

Well, looks like I'm done here for now.

- What is that?

- Just some misplaced paperwork.

Well, I should probably take it

so I can file it in its proper place.

You know, I wanted to

talk to dad about it,

so I think I'm gonna hold onto it.

Do you know about the...

- About what?

- The Credence Account.

- Do you know what this...

- Hey, Dana,

do you mind coming in here

and helping me for a moment?

Izzy, if you know anything about this,

- you need to...

- I need to what?

Nothing, I'll see you around.

Hello? Anybody home?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, are you all right?

Dad? Dad answer me.

Dad! Dad, are you okay?

Are you okay? Are you okay?

- What the...

- Izzy!

Jack, oh my God, what happened?

He must have fallen

and hit his head. Call 911!

- Right. Right, right.

- What's goin' on, Izzy?

You must have fallen

and hit your head, Dad.

Jeffery, Jeffery,

Jack's fallen again.

Yeah, he is conscious.

No, you need to come quick.

All right, okay.

Why didn't you call 911?

He needs to go to the ER.

Jack, do you want me to call 911?

- Do you wanna go to the hospital?

- No.

Guys, I'm fine. Seriously, okay?

Just have Jeffery come

over and check on me.

Okay.

I just must have

slipped or something'.

Weird.

Jeffery, is all

this really necessary?

I'm sorry honey, but we just

want what's best for you.

So how are you feeling, Jack?

I'm fine.

I mean, I feel okay.

Well, the good news is you probably

won't even notice that bad tomorrow,

but you still need to

take it easy, okay?

Dad, do you have any

memory of what happened?

No, I just remember getting

out of the shower and slipping.

Out?

Dad, you're fully dressed.

You hadn't even gotten in yet.

Guess that bump on the head

jogged my memory a little bit.

All I remember is having

a splitting headache.

Is there a chance

this could happen again?

Well, he has had a few falls recently,

so next time he'll have

to go straight to the ER,

- even if he is too stubborn.

- Yeah.

But for now, let's just continue

with neuro checks every hour.

Call me if anything changes.

Make sure he continues to

take one of the acetaminophen

and now two donepezil each day.

I'll call in a new script.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Dr. Nichols, let

me show you out.

Sure. Jack.

- Yep. Thanks Jeff.

- Captain.

It's always a pleasure

gettin' to see you, Izzy.

You as well, Dr. Nichols.

Listen, I'm starting to get a

little concerned about my dad.

I'm just now hearing this isn't

the first time he's fallen.

Your dad is still in good shape,

but I was wondering if you've noticed

anything odd about

his memory recently?

Honestly, he hasn't

really been himself.

Just noticed his memory's been

a bit altered in the past few months

and with your grandma

having dementia,

I just wanna be cautious.

Hey, hey, just try to

keep an eye on him, okay?

You know how he likes

to get into trouble.

And let's just keep this between

the two of us for now, okay?

No point in worrying

anyone else, all right?

Of course.

All right, try to have

a good night, all right?

- You too, thank you.

- Anytime.

What?

Mrs. Darby, can I help you?

Just dropping off a little something

at the request of

Izzy Thompson. Is she in?

She isn't, but I'll let Jack know.

- Is he here?

- No, he isn't either.

Brian?

Izzy!

You look great.

I...

It's so good to see you.

I didn't expect to catch you here.

Aren't you off running your

own company these days?

It's something to do with pets, right?

Trusting Paws.

Well, sort of.

It looks like you're

doing well for yourself.

Yeah, thanks.

I forgot that dad said

that you were gonna be working on this.

Actually I'm here just to make sure

that nothin' was missed.

I have to say though,

it's kind of strange.

Doesn't really add up.

I know.

Have you found anything?

Yeah, actually.

Turns out they did not

force their way in.

The door was unlocked

and they knew exactly where

the security cameras were.

Unfortunately, these cameras

are not set up for low lights,

so the footage is just about useless.

Hey, sounds like the good news is,

according to your dad's secretary,

doesn't seem like

anything's missing.

Why would anyone wanna

break into an archive room?

Whoever it was,

clearly they were caught

before they could fulfill their plan.

Unless they were trying

to prevent something

from being added to the archive room.

- Mrs. Darby, hi.

- Terribly sorry to interrupt.

My nephew's always

getting on me for that,

saying I never let him get a word in.

- It's quite all right.

- Izzy and I go way back.

When Izzy's father

expanded into real estate,

I became one of the first clients.

Mrs. Darby, it's a

pleasure to meet you.

- I'm Detective Roman.

- You as well.

I was meaning to ask

you, Detective Roman,

has your investigation started

looking into employees?

Mrs. Darby is somewhat a

detective herself.

That's interesting.

But no, not at this time.

Well, I'll let you get back to it.

- Yeah.

- Bye.

It's nice meeting you.

Actually, something weird

did happen last night.

I got back to my apartment

and the whole place

had been ransacked.

The next thing I remember

is waking up this morning

and everything was back where it was.

Izzy, are you okay?

I mean, did they take anything?

I don't think so,

but I did file a police

report this morning,

and when I was thinking about what

they maybe were

looking for, it's this.

Found this here yesterday.

It looks like a bank statement.

Yeah, it's money being transferred

from my dad's company

into a Credence Account.

I've never heard anything about this.

Can you show me to your dad's office?

Yeah.

- I'm just gonna grab my bag.

- Yeah.

- Dad.

- Iz,

what a nice surprise.

I was just coming to check in on you.

I thought you were supposed

to be taking it easy?

Yeah, well, you know,

a little vitamin D

and exercise never hurt anybody.

Although, I could have used

her help about an hour ago.

My shoulder still hurts.

Yard work? Hard pass.

But you know what I do miss

are all of our walks on the beach.

Oh yeah, the beach.

Yeah, Dad,

the beach.

You remember, don't you?

Sure, I remember.

You know what I remember?

Your mom yelling at us for

tracking in all that sand.

Yeah.

Listen, there's a lot of stuff going on

in the office I need

to talk to you about.

- Hi, Izzy.

- Hey.

You mind helpin' me in the kitchen?

Yeah, of course.

Can we talk later?

Of course.

How can I help?

Well, I think I've got it.

Izzy, did you bring these?

Yeah, Mrs. Darby

made 'em for dad.

How thoughtful of her.

How is Mrs. Darby

doing these days?

She's doing well.

Hey, you all right?

It seems like you got

somethin' on your mind.

Yeah, it's just,

I've been thinking

about Nana a lot lately.

Really?

What brought up those memories?

It's just she was diagnosed

right before I went off to college

and you were there during the decline.

What was it like?

Well, it wasn't pretty

and at first she lost recent

memories, like names and dates.

And then she began to forget

where she was and what she was doing.

And by the end, she was

losing whole decades

of her life to happen

before her passing.

Has dad been

having any of these problems?

Izzy, honey, no.

Your father doesn't

have any of those signs.

He's just getting old and forgetful.

Hey, who's getting old and forgetful?

Certainly not you, my love.

Well, those shrubs

would think otherwise.

Did you pick these up?

- Oh no, Izzy brought 'em.

- Mrs. Darby made them for you.

She says hi.

Mrs. Darby is a saint.

Only one.

We don't want that gluten

to upset your stomach.

- Did you pick up her lease?

- No, actually,

because Dana apparently

already picked it up.

Yeah.

Mrs. Darby said that Terry

has been asking tenants to pay in cash

and that every time she tries

to get ahold of her, she never answers.

Also, do you know anything

about a Credence Account?

The what?

Yeah, I wasn't gonna say anything

until I had more to go on,

but I found Terry

shredding documents,

and a bank statement

that had $700,000 being transferred

from your account into it.

I need to see that document.

- Yeah.

- Hydrate.

You know, you must've

misread that honey.

I'm sure it's nothing

to get worked up over.

Dad, I promise I know what I saw.

No, I trust you honey.

Probably Dana, just

moving things around.

Sweetheart, $700,000

is a little bit more

than moving things around.

Honey, can you pass me my computer?

Yeah.

What?

- Dad, what's wrong?

- My password doesn't work.

Well, are you sure you

have the right password?

Of course I'm sure I

have the right password.

It's been the same for years.

Okay, okay, let me see if I can help.

- Okay, what is your username?

- JThompson91.

Same year that you were born.

And the passwords

behappy234, all lowercase.

Yeah, it says password

and username are both incorrect.

- Jack, where are you going?

- To the office.

I'm gonna access my account.

- Well, I'm coming with you.

- All right, let's go.

Izzy, why don't you stay here?

We don't need everybody going

to deal with a small business hiccup.

Well, like dad said,

$700,000 is more than a

hiccup, don't you think?

Dad?

What's going on?

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, just I'm groggy or...

That's weird.

Okay, where are we going?

We were going to

your office, remember?

Yeah, yeah.

Actually, can you wait here a second?

- I'll be right back.

- Okay, precious.

When you were

organizing the documents,

you're sure you didn't see

any with the label Credence Account?

I looked through all the old files

in Jack's office and found nothing.

The ones in this room are

all left to search through.

- Everything okay?

- I got an alert.

Jack just tried to access

the Thompson account.

Call the bank and make

sure the account is secure.

Thanks again for the ride.

I hope I didn't

overreact by calling you.

No, not at all.

What you said about your

stepsister is pretty concerning.

I'm afraid we still don't have enough

to launch an investigation.

Hey, listen Izzy,

just be careful.

You never know who you can trust,

even with family.

Thanks.

Did you find what you were looking for?

You left me, why?

Your father was tired

so he needed to come home to rest.

He doesn't need more rest,

he needs to see a doctor.

I appreciate your concern,

but I think I know

what my husband needs.

You know, it's getting late,

and I'm worried that maybe you

are not getting enough sleep.

You're right,

and I don't mind sleeping

on the couch one bit.

Actually that wasn't...

Yeah, but you don't want me

driving home this late do you?

Don't worry, I have a

change of clothes in my car.

I'll let you finish that nightcap.

I'm just gonna say goodnight to Dad.

Good morning.

Dad, what are you lookin' at?

Every morning this blue

jay comes into our yard.

He's always looking for something.

Sees twigs are on something

and he has the most beautiful voice.

A voice that I wish

your mother could hear.

There.

Do you see him?

He's beautiful.

Dad, do you remember the road trip you,

Mom and I took to go look at colleges?

Road trip? Yeah, I remember.

Why?

Do you remember what

mom said when I told

her I was going to Wesley?

I remember your mother was so excited

when you were going there.

Dad, I didn't go to Wesley.

I'm sorry, precious.

I just haven't had my coffee yet, so.

You went to Brown, right?

No, that's where Dana went.

I see.

Dad, Mom had already passed

by the time I graduated high school.

Right.

Do you remember what Nana had?

I think we better

go see Dr. Jeffery.

Jeffery, you're not

gonna find the ball

I lost in the seventh hole in there.

There's no doubt in my mind about that.

No, I'm just trying to see

what you were thinking.

Look, good news is we could

do most of the testing here.

Now, I'll need to go

grab the paperwork,

but I do recommend

you see a neurologist.

Okay.

Hey, we're gonna get

a handle on this, okay?

- Thanks, Jeff.

- All right.

All right, man.

Hey precious, you have

nothing to worry about.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- I can't lose you, Dad.

You're not gonna lose me.

Oh my God, it's like I will

always be here for you, always.

There's a reason I ask you

to take over my business.

You know that, right?

Because I know that you have

what it takes to

succeed, and I trust you.

I love you, Dad.

I love you too, precious.

These tests are to analyze

your cognitive response, okay?

So I'm gonna have you go ahead

and get these sorted in

the correct times that-

Sorry, Jeff.

Catherine had me download

an app for my meds.

Just take one second.

- Okay, good to go.

- All right, good.

So basically-

Dr. Nichols, stop immediately.

Catherine, what are you doing here?

I'm making sure that my husband

isn't being taken advantage of.

What are you talking about?

Jack is not sick,

and I'm not gonna let

the guilt that you have

for not being there for your Nana

cause anymore stress in our lives.

And you, Dr. Nichols, I

could have you brought up

on charges for malpractice.

Coercing a patient?

Dad, what do you wanna do?

Just, I just want you

guys to stop fighting,

so just do what your mom says.

My mom?

Well,

there you have it. Jack?

Catherine, wait.

If you care about him, you'll

get him the help he needs.

Fine.

We'll be back here

tomorrow morning 10:30 a.m.

with a new doctor.

Come on, Jack, let's go.

Can't you do something to stop her?

I'm sorry, Izzy, but I

can't even discuss his care

with you without him being present.

- Seriously?

- But don't worry.

Any doctor in their right mind

will diagnose him with dementia.

Then he'll get the help he needs.

I'm sorry, Izzy, but I

really don't have time.

Then make some, Dana.

Fine, what do you want?

Are you stealing from

my father's company?

Where did you get that idea?

Found some pretty damning

evidence that somebody is.

- Where is the document?

- Safe.

Izzy, tell me where that document is

and who else knows about it.

- Dana, I think we should...

- Not now, Terry, can't you see

- I'm talking to my sister?

- Sister.

That's about as funny as

Catherine being my mother.

That's cute coming from the girl

who tried to start her own business

and failed miserably.

At least I'm trying to

make it on my own instead

of relying on my dad for a job.

- Your dad needed the help.

- Sure.

And how did we know you

weren't the last one

in this archive room before

Charlie was attacked?

Do you really think that I would...

You two need to settle down.

That was a little

harsh, don't you think?

We need to find those documents.

Found you.

Okay, who organized this LLC?

Hi, I'm here for Jack

Thompson's appointment.

Should be at 10:30.

Sorry, but I don't have an appointment

for Jack Thompson today.

Do you think you could...

I did and unfortunately, Ma'am,

he does not have an appointment today.

Oh no.

These rags, you know?

You're Isabel Thompson, right?

- Yeah.

- Good.

This is for you.

Have a good day.

- Hey, I appreciate...

- Hey.

...you coming out to see me.

I would've done it at the precinct,

but I just didn't want any prying eyes.

Of course. Yeah, you were

kind of cryptic on the phone.

It's actually about Ms. Darby.

Okay, what about her?

Izzy, I'm so sorry to tell you this,

but we found Ms.

Darby dead last night.

What?

What happened?

A fire broke out at her

bakery late last night.

She was still inside.

There's nothing official yet.

We just saw her two days ago.

That's actually what I

wanted to talk to you about.

Listen, when we saw her,

did she seem okay to you?

Yeah, she was just her normal self.

Look, I didn't wanna

go jump into any conclusions,

but Ms. Darby came

and saw me yesterday.

She wanted to talk about

your dad's business

amongst other things and

well, then this happens.

I can't help but suspect

somebody's trying

to cover something up.

Listen, do you think it's

possible we talk to your dad?

Not anymore.

It says that you

kidnapped your own father

and put his life in needless danger.

It's ridiculous.

I took my father to the

doctor to get him help.

Can you help get rid

of these fake charges?

I'll see what I can do about it,

but it looks like they slapped

a restraining order on you also.

Listen, Izzy,

you can't go anywhere near

your dad or your stepmom.

What do you think is going on?

I think my stepsister

and my dad's secretary are

embezzling from the company.

They're letting the

business go downhill

but I had no idea they were

capable of k*lling someone.

And my stepmom's not helping.

I'm starting to think that she

doesn't actually want

my dad to get better.

Izzy, those are some

serious allegations.

Look, I'm gonna see what

I can do about getting

this restraining order dismissed

on some trumped up charges, okay?

But if you want any of that to stick,

you're gonna need some real evidence.

I think I know where I can get some.

Just please be careful.

We're way past that.

Dana, why didn't you pick up sooner?

Sorry, I left my phone in the office.

- Everything okay?

- Listen closely.

I'm taking Jack to the hospital

and I need you to meet me there.

- But you can't tell Izzy.

- Is he all right?

And why can't I tell Izzy? Mom?

- Hi.

- Hi, name?

Izzy Thompson.

I'm looking for my father.

He was brought in

earlier this evening.

Lemme see.

I'm afraid he's not taking

visitors at this time.

You'll have to come

back in the morning.

But I'm his daughter.

I'm his next of kin.

I'm sorry, Ma'am, but that's

what's in the patient's file.

Does it say me specifically?

It does.

- Catherine!

- You can't be here.

- I have a restraining...

- Just shut up!

Why won't you let me see my dad?

I doubt that restraining

order carries any weight.

Now, get outta my way

before I call the police.

Unfortunately, Izzy,

you're not allowed

to see your father today.

Excuse me?

I'm your father's power of

attorney, and I forbid it.

There's no way.

I'm sorry, Isabel, but

wife trumps daughter.

Now, you better go

before I call the police.

Hey, I know it's late, but...

And that proof you

were saying we needed,

I think I found some.

Izzy, this statement says

that your dad authorized

the transfer of money.

The only way this is any help to us

is if your dad has a clean bill of health

and testifies against it.

Where are the hard copies?

I may have had to sneak

into the office to get these.

Well, even if everything did work out,

this would probably be thrown

out because of how you got it.

Look, if there really is a

conspiracy going on here,

why haven't you just

talked to your dad?

I have tried talking to him.

He's just not himself.

Now he's in the hospital

and Catherine won't let me see him.

I mean, I don't know how much longer

he's gonna remember my

name, let alone who I am.

I'm so sorry, Izzy.

These were very good.

So, how did a mama's

boy become a detective?

Hey, I am no mama's boy, okay?

I don't mean it in a bad way.

I just remember how close

you are with your mom.

You were so excited for that

pre-vet program in college.

Okay, if I tell you can't make fun

of me or do anything like that, right?

Cross my heart.

Well, you are right.

I was gonna go study to be a vet,

but do you remember my mom was hit

by that drunk driver senior year?

Of course, I'm so happy

she made it through.

I know.

Well, the man who hit

her was acquitted,

got off with some BS eye witness.

So, I made the choice

right then and there.

Justice system wasn't

gonna help my mom,

I would make sure nothing like this

could ever happen to

anybody else's mom.

Hence, being a detective.

That's very sweet.

I guess you're not all that wrong.

I guess I am a pretty big mama's boy.

Listen, Brian, I really

appreciate all of this,

and I didn't mean to

crush on your couch, but...

Izzy, Izzy,

just don't even worry about it.

No, in all honesty, it's a thank you.

Maybe a little payback too

for all the times you listen to me.

I'm the one that should be thankful.

This could be work related.

One second.

Detective Roman.

Yeah.

No, no, no, no, that's

great, that's great. Thank you.

Listen, thanks man,

I owe you one, okay?

Good news.

Got 'em to drop the restraining order.

- You did?

- That's right. Yeah, I just

called my buddy.

He talked to the judge

- and told him everything...

- Brian, thank you so much.

You have no idea how

much this means to me.

I have to go.

I need to see my dad.

No yeah, I understand.

Just be safe.

Hello, I'm here to see Jack Thompson.

- Which room is he in?

- Let me see.

- Oh, no.

- I know it said there's

a restraining order,

but it's been dropped.

No, it's not that.

I'm not sure how to tell you this.

Your father passed away last night.

No, you're lying.

I'm sorry, I wish I was.

Izzy, I'm glad you let yourself in.

I wanted to share your

father's updated will with you.

What?

Well, you know, your father,

after your recent

outbursts felt like maybe

you were too stressed to handle

the Thompson Realty Group

and he didn't wanna burden you with it.

Catherine, what are

you talking about?

I'm now in charge of the

business, all his finances,

and I'm also executor of his estate.

So, that's what this was about.

My dad was in no shape

to be changing his will.

That must've been you.

Did you even love him or were

you just after his money?

I'd be careful who you accused, dear.

Your father didn't owe you anything.

I just lost my husband.

I think it'd be best if you leave.

Hi, Catherine.

I know I'm probably the

last person you want

to hear from right now,

but I don't care about

Dad's business or the money.

I just wanna talk about

Dad's funeral arrangements.

I would really like to give his eulogy

and for him to have an open casket.

And I know he wanted to be buried next

to my mom in Smith's Cemetery.

I just want to honor his wishes

before I have to say goodbye.

- Explain this.

- Well, good morning to you too.

What is this?

Well, it looks like an invitation

to your father's funeral.

A poorly cared for one.

Cut the crap, Catherine.

I'm not here to play nice.

Well then why are you here?

Listen, you can keep the business,

you can keep the properties,

you can keep the money.

I don't care.

But you have to honor my

father's final wishes,

or I'm coming back for

everything you've stolen.

I think you misunderstand, Izzy.

I don't need your permission

to take my husband's business

and I don't need your permission

to take his wealth and properties.

And I sure as hell don't

need your permission

to plan my own husband's funeral.

Showing you that will,

well, that was an olive

branch and you wasted it.

If you wanna go to w*r,

you better be ready

to lose a lot more than just

your so-called inheritance.

Your father owes you nothing.

That goes with the auction items.

Wait, wait.

You're selling dad's things?

No, no.

Not just his things,

but the house and all the

properties he left me.

You can't do that, Catherine.

He spent his entire life

building that business.

Well, and thanks to your father,

his poor widow wife,

she's going to live out all her

days comfortably in Florida.

Now, if I were you,

I'd stop complaining

and I would get ready

for my father's funeral

because it's happening tomorrow,

whether you like it or not.

- Izzy, I'm so sorry.

- You know what?

Save the platitudes

for someone who cares.

You may have gotten

rid of the competition,

but I lost my father.

So yeah, go ahead and celebrate,

but leave me the hell out of it.

I'm not here to celebrate.

I'm here to talk to mom about

selling Jack's property.

He hasn't even been gone for three days

and the two of you are

off selling his legacy.

- Well, that's not what I...

- Dana,

come in now.

You better go.

Mommy's calling.

Izzy sweetheart,

words can't express how sorry I am.

Can't help but feel that

if I had caught it sooner...

No, thank you, Dr. Nichols,

but you're not the one to blame here.

Yes, well, hopefully we can

all find some peace here today.

That's all I wanted.

Better go find my family.

Wait, Dr. Nichols,

would you...

I know this isn't the right time,

but would you testify

against Catherine

in court explaining that as

my dad's primary caregiver,

you saw the signs of dementia

and that he wasn't in his right mind

when he was coerced

into signing a new will?

Izzy, you haven't heard?

I'm under suspension by

the board from malpractice.

Catherine accused me

of prescribing Jack

with the wrong medication.

I'm afraid my testimony right

now won't mean anything.

What was the name of the drug

that you gave dad for his dementia?

It's called Donepezil.

And could poisoning

cause the same symptoms?

Sure. There are some

combinations of drugs

and poisons that can have

the same cognitive

defects as dementia.

It did seem to progress

pretty quickly.

Izzy, what are you saying?

I thank you all for coming today.

At the request of Mrs. Thompson,

there will not be a eulogy,

however, we'd like to take

a few minutes of silence

to honor Jack Thompson.

I'm so sorry to interrupt

the wishes of Mrs. Thompson,

but we aren't here to honor her, are we?

No, we're here to honor

my father, Jack Thompson,

a man who loved his family and friends

and went out of his way

to make sure they all knew

how much he cared about them.

He created a community and a legacy,

not by putting people

down, but lifting them up.

My father always did the right thing.

Seeing all of your faces

here today just goes to show

how much he was truly

loved by all who knew him.

He was a good man and he deserves

to be remembered for who he was,

not what he had.

He was so full of life.

It isn't fair that he

isn't here anymore,

and he wasn't himself the

last few days,

and that's why I believe

that my father was m*rder*d.

And I'm gonna stop at nothing

to find those responsible

and bring them to justice.

Okay.

So, you accused your

stepmother in front

of an entire crowd of k*lling your dad?

No, I left out the part

about knowing it was Catherine.

I'm not an idiot.

Izzy, this isn't a game.

If she did that,

what makes you think she

won't come after you?

I appreciate your concern,

but I don't need a bodyguard.

I need help getting evidence.

We haven't been given orders

to look into it further.

My hands are tied.

So there's nothing you can do?

Doesn't it bother you when people

get taken advantage of like this?

I mean, weren't you angry when

that drunk driver decided

to get behind the wheel?

Brian, I'm sorry.

You're damn right I was angry.

Look, the only thing that'll hold up

in a court case foolproof

is a recorded confession.

Get in, plant it, get out.

- Anything else I need to know?

- I'd tell you to be cautious,

but I know it's too late for that.

Come back safe.

Dr. Nichols, what

are you doing here?

I'm sorry for the unexpected visit,

but I have some very urgent news.

You know, this really

isn't a very good time.

Listen, Catherine, I know

you thought I mistreated Jack,

but now I think I know what happened.

Where am my manners?

Please, come on in.

- Have a seat.

- Thank you.

So, what'd you wanna talk about?

I know you blame me in some way

for Jack's demise because

I prescribed him Donepezil,

but that medication

wouldn't have k*lled him.

And then after Izzy's unorthodox

eulogy, it got me thinking,

what if someone was poisoning Jack?

Someone who would gain from his death?

Well, that's terrible.

Who do you think would

do something like that?

That's what I came

to see you, Catherine.

I know Dana's been helping

jack out with the business

and I don't wanna throw accusations.

And yet here you are.

Dana would never hurt Jack.

She loved him like a father.

And I'm hoping I'm wrong,

but I need to be absolutely certain.

That's why I need proof.

Do you have Donepezil pill bottle?

If the pills match up

with what I prescribed,

then we can forget about all of this.

I think I do have a

few of those pills left.

I'll go look for the bottle.

Would you like a cup of tea?

No, thank you.

I don't want to intrude.

Nonsense.

And you and I need to clear the air

and talk about all that poppycock

that Izzy was spewing at the funeral.

Okay.

Okay.

Here you go.

Careful, it's hot.

Okay, thank you.

So, what did you think

about what Izzy said?

It was quite brazen, to say the least.

But what she said, is it true?

True? Izzy has been jealous

of my relationship

with Jack since we got married.

She's always been trying to

undermined my feelings for him.

You know, to tell you

the truth, Jeffery,

Izzy has always been a thorn

in my side from day one.

And now, recently you've joined her.

I'm sorry, but I need to get going.

- But what about the pills?

- I'll get them later.

Please stay, Jeffery,

we've got so much more to discuss.

Sorry, I need to get going.

I insist.

It's about time.

Dana, now's not a good time.

Dana, this is not a good time.

If you've come here to argue

with me about selling the properties,

it's just gonna have

to wait till late...

He took us in when no one would.

What is this?

Proof of you stealing

from Thompson Realty Group.

I've been collecting statements

and other paperwork

since I first caught wind

of this Credence Account.

- Honey, I can explain.

- Explain what?

How when I traced the

original transfer,

I found your maiden

name at the end of it?

Or how the lawyer that drafted

Jack's last minute will

wasn't even an estate's lawyer.

I did my research.

So before you shift the

blame, just tell me why.

Save me the hero speech.

You have benefited from Jack's

money just as much as I have.

I mean, where would you be without it?

Maybe working 12 hour days

selling cars instead of what?

Driving your BMW and

wearing Valentino.

And I'd think twice

before I ran to the cops

because it's a little

suspicious that it's your name

on Thompson Realty Group account.

But I only put it under my name

so I could find out who was

making unauthorized transfers.

I'm sure the cops

are gonna believe that.

Listen, daughter, you're in

this just as much as I am.

And if anyone finds out all

your money is gonna go poof,

and more than that, you're

gonna be with me behind bars.

Fine.

Keep all the money you stole.

But the business belongs to Izzy.

If you return it, I'll

keep my mouth shut.

Fine.

You got a deal.

- Is that blood?

- What? No.

- What was that?

- That was nothing.

Mother, what's going on?

What did you do?

I'm sorry, he knew too much.

What?

So you k*lled him?

I don't believe this.

Where are you going?

- To the cops.

- Like hell, you are.

You have no idea how hard it

was to be a single mother.

I had to scrape, beg,

and plead to get through this life,

and I'm not gonna let anyone stop me.

Not you, not Jack, not

Mrs. Darby, not Jeffery.

I'm sorry, honey.

Sometimes you have to

make sacrifices in life.

He was your husband.

And so was your deadbeat

father, but that's in the past.

Now we can start from scratch

and we can go anywhere you wanna go.

With what?

All the money you got from

stealing and murdering?

I'm going to the cops right now.

You didn't have to knock

her out, you idiot.

She said she was going to the cops.

What else was I supposed to do?

You said there'd be one body.

- Now we've got three.

- Okay, you need to calm down.

I've got a plan.

What's your plan?

Go.

Get back.

Okay, Izzy, Izzy,

you need to stay calm.

We're all gonna be rational, okay?

Rational?

You just k*lled Dr. Nichols.

You k*lled my father.

I think I'm being plenty rational.

You, how could you?

- You worked for him for 10 years.

- Please, that man never saw me

as anything more than a secretary.

I was just taking my only chance

to get something for all my hard work.

Not that you'd understand that

'cause your father always

handed you whatever you wanted.

Come on, Izzy.

Don't make this harder

than it has to be.

You're as stubborn as your father!

You okay?

Izzy, are you okay?

Are you okay?

Hey, come here.

Hey, come here.

Come on, come on.

Come here, come here.

It's okay.

Izzy, hey.

I need you to review these.

- Okay.

- You know what?

Your father would be so proud of you.

And congratulations

on Trusting Paws.

Thanks.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Wow. Really looks like you hit

the ground running, huh?

Of course.

Are you still making dinner tonight?

You know it.

Hey, I actually wanted to

let you know somethin'.

Terry confessed to the entire thing.

Fills in all the gaps.

- That is such relief.

- Yeah.

But hey, I'll let you get back to it.

No more distractions.

Just one more thing though.

See you tonight.

I'm expecting details.

Forget something?

You're late.