01x01 - BCBS

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the French off?

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Okay, they changed it.









High temp on Friday, 83.

That is your weather first.
Now the big story--



And so she was everything
that I could have ever wanted

in a wife,
but it was all a lie,

every word.

Many divorces end up
in bitter court battles.

But one local man is fighting
his wife tooth and nail,

saying her secret double life

should prevent her
from getting anything.



He said, shortly
after their wedding,

he started to realize
his stay-at-home wife

was hiding a very sexy secret.



I was head over heels,
absolutely.

She was supposedly
a stay-at-home mom,

family-oriented, just the kind
of person, you know?

How would you feel
if your wife

had completely duped you
from the beginning?

When I found evidence
that my wife was involved

with a multimillion-dollar
crime ring,

I resolved
right then and there

to bring down
the whole damn ring.



Paul T. Goldman.

This is the spot.

An autopsy is
being conducted--

Ah!

And it's all true.

It happened to me.





I am Paul T. Goldman.

I went through it,

and I went
from wimp to warrior.

I have been asked countless
times, "Is this for real?

Did this stuff
actually happen?"

I couldn't make this up.

I'm a regular guy--

got caught up
in extraordinary circumstances.

It's all been put in the book.

These experiences
that I went through--

they are shocking.
They are amazing.

They are incredible.

Nobody, nobody
could make up this sh*t.



2006, I was in Florida,

and I'm a single dad
raising my son, Johnny,

from my first marriage.

You like that?

I will admit proudly
that I was Mr. Mom.

Every single day
was a joy with him.

Raising him was the greatest
thing to ever happen to me.

I had a business
that was going just fantastic.

We painted newly constructed
houses and townhomes.

I was making more money
than I'd ever made in my life.

Of course,
my social life was nonexistent,

but by this time, the Internet
had come into full swing,

so they had actual dating sites
on the Internet.

So it was a lot easier
to meet people.

I was looking for not
only a mate for myself,

but a person who would be
a good mother for Johnny.

Then I came across a woman
that had three children,

profile talked about being
a family-oriented,

stay-at-home mom,
and she was attractive.

So we started emailing
each other, and then we met

at an outdoor mall
in West Palm Beach, Florida.



And action.

"I always brought Johnny
with me on my first dates.

"I thought it made us
an attractive package,

"and it gave Johnny a glimpse
of his prospective new mother.

"My eyes settled
on a beautiful woman

"seated alone at a table.









Audrey?

Walk.

That was great.

All right.
Good job every--





After I wrote "Duplicity,"

I started
writing the screenplay.



And we're sh**ting
the scenes from my story.

You see how they fake the Sun
with that light?

They put it right where the Sun
was a few minutes ago.

Oh, wow!



Well, I thought
she went into the frame,

and I would say, "Hi, Audrey,"
and give her a hug

or shake her hand...
Shake her hand.

Like I'm actually
first meeting her.

And then
the waitress would come,

and we're off and running.
Okay.

All right, so that's good.

And action!

Hi, Paul.

Hi, Audrey.
Nice to meet you.

This is my son, Johnny.
Right.

Oh.

Her cell phone rang
almost immediately

after we arrived.

Not wanting to start things off
on the wrong foot,

I pretended
that the small disruption

didn't bother me at all.

Instead,
I turned to the waitress,

a young woman who looked
frazzled and anxious.

May I start you off
with something to drink?

She rambled.

Sure, what do you say,
Johnny boy--

chocolate milk?
Yes, Daddy.

Can I have chocolate milk?

No problem.
And Audrey,

what would you like?
Um, I'll have an iced tea.

So there you go,
two iced teas

and a chocolate milk, please.

I have to tell you, Audrey.

You're the first person
I've met who looks exactly

like their pictures.

Is that okay?
Is it okay?

It's more than okay.
It's great.

Most women--
they use their pictures

from their
high school yearbooks.

Not me, Paul.
Only my current picture.

You'll find,
as you get to know me,

honesty is so important.

And of course, anybody
who's lying, every line,

every word, every syllable,

they're gonna say
how honest they are.

Okay, good.
It's foreshadowing.



Uh, great.
Well, let's keep going.

Whoa!
I liked Audrey right away.

Anyway,
our first date went very well,

and so, to my surprise,
there was a second date.



Guys, let's lock it up,
please, nice and quiet.

One of the first things
that struck me about Audrey

was, uh, what she ordered,

and she ordered octopus.

And it's like, I've never seen
anybody order octopus before

in a restaurant.

We're on set, and action.



So Audrey,
how are things going with you

on this Jewish singles site
that we're on?

Oh, well, let's just say
I have a lot of first dates.



Really?
How come?

Well, I always tell men
right from the beginning

that I'm a--
I'm an old-fashioned girl.

I don't believe
in sex before marriage.

I took a moment
to think about what she said

while I blew on my wonton soup
to buy more time.

* *

Usually, I tell a man that,
and I never see him again.

You know, Audrey,
I'm not like most men.

I see no reason not to wait

until you and I have gotten to
know each other a lot better.

So would you like
to continue to see me?

Sure, you'll do.

I'll do?

I'll do?

What the hell did that mean?



Oh.

That was just
my twisted attempt at humor.

I'm just kidding, Paul.

Well,
I'm very much looking forward

to spending more time together.

While we were dating,
Audrey explained to me

that she could only see me

from Wednesday evenings
to Saturday mornings.

The rest of the time,
she said,

she was up in Cocoa Beach,
couple hours' drive north,

caring for her 92-year-old,

Alzheimer's-ridden
grandmother.

Part-time dating,
would be able to just see me

a few days out of the week--
I accepted that.

Why?

For Johnny.

I really wanted Johnny
to have a family.

I guess you could say
I was spoiled by my childhood.

I grew up
in Providence, Rhode Island,

middle class,
loving, Jewish family.

I admired
my parents' relationship.

My parents were married

for 35 years
before my mom died.

Two brothers,
one older, one younger.

Johnny didn't have
any siblings,

and I really, really wanted him
to have siblings.

And Audrey was lovely
and pleasant.

It sounded pretty good to me,

and that's why I went for it.

After only three months,
I was certain of my love

for her.
I believed she would make me

eternally happy, and now

I was ready
to make her my wife.

How 'bout some dessert, Audrey?

Mm-mm.
No, I've had enough.

How 'bout some champagne,
then?

Champagne?

How come?

Audrey, I'm in love with you,

and I want us
to be together forever.

Will you marry me?



Yes, I will, Paul.



That's great!



Yeah, I was very happy.

Audrey kept on telling me that
this was her forever marriage.

This will be
my forever marriage.

So we were married...



Under the condition that
it was a part-time marriage.

What is
a "part-time marriage"?

I know what you're thinking:

"Who would accept
a part-time marriage?"

I would,

and I did.
Why?

You know,
a 92-year-old grandmother,

I knew that sooner or later,

it would become
a full-time marriage.

I was looking long-term
for the rest of my life.

Audrey kept on telling me that
this was her forever marriage.

I knew that this was
the right decision.

What could possibly be
the downside?

To be continued
with the downside.

Let's clear the background,
everybody, please.

Here's some lingo.

When you have to go
to the restroom--

Yep.
Say you're going 10-1.

Oh...
Going 10-1.

Okay, 10-1.

Melinda is playing dry and cold
on the surface,

and yet, underneath,
she's the sweetest girl.

She's so nice.

And, uh--
Paul.

Yes?
Want some gum?

Oh, thanks.



She's amazing.

Do you have
an Instagram account yet?

No, I don't have Instagram.

You probably will now.



You know,
in the last three months,

I've lost almost 15 pounds,
knowing--

That's a lot.
That this day was--

Getting ready for this.
Knowing this day was coming.



What?
Sorry.



You know,
that's a common reaction.

Sorry.

Sorry.

So I was very happy.

I thought things were
gonna finally come together,

that things were
coming together in my life,

and for me,
emotionally, and everything.

And how long did that last?

How long did that last?

Shortly after we were married,
I had the idea to purchase

a house or a townhouse
in California.

I wanted a place where Audrey,
myself, and all the kids

could go during
the hot summer months,

have a nice family trip.

It would be just fantastic.

So we fly to California,
find a place.

It's beautiful,

and time to go
back to Florida.

Okay, so I wanted
to get some sandwiches,

uh, so we wouldn't have
to eat the airplane food

on the flight.

From my time before,
in California,

I loved Trader Joe's.

In the early '80s,
I lived in Tustin,

and there was one Trader Joe's
in all of Orange County,

in Santa Ana.

I think it was
one of the first

and still owned
by the actual guy

before he sold it
to a big German conglomerate.

Anyway, I have very
fond memories of Trader Joe's,

and I remembered
that Trader Joe's

had sandwiches
in their deli case...



And cans of soda
that were cold.

So we bought the sandwiches
and sodas in Trader Joe's

and went back to the car
to go to the airport,

and then
she springs it on me.

Paul, I wanna talk to you

about something.

Yeah?

I no longer wanna have
so much sex with you.

We've had sex
two nights in a row,

and I think more than
once a week is abnormal.

What?

This scene is, pretty much
verbatim, the way it happened.

Really?
Yes, like,

almost every other word
spoken in, uh--then.

Wow, okay.
Yeah.



What?

I'm sorry.
That's just how I feel.

I think
your sex drive is abnormal.

Is this a joke?

What do you mean abnormal?

I mean, geez, we only see
each other three times a week.

I love you.

I want to make love with you.

We are married.

How could you possibly say
it's abnormal?

I'm sorry.
That is how I feel.

I can't believe
I'm hearing this.

Really,
what the hell is going on?

I have nothing else to say.

Well,
I have something to say.

When we get back to Florida,

either we live
as a normal husband and wife,

or you can go back
to living with your parents

like you were
when we were dating,

and we'll get a divorce.



And, uh, that was the end of
the conversation on that day,

and a very quiet plane ride

back to Florida.

Well, that's what
I thought at the time.

I had married a con artist
and a gold digger.

However, when my lawyer
subpoenaed her bank statements

and her phone logs,

well, a different story
revealed itself, and--

With Bob and--
Yes.

Oh, okay,
all right, all right.

Right.
And so, um--

Can we get you
inside the car, please?



Ah, they're in the car.

All righty.

Came back to Florida,

and I don't see
Audrey for days.

A few days later,
I get an email from Audrey.

She was sorry
about what happened,

and she wanted to get together.

Dearest Paul,
please consider this.

But with conditions.



What did you do?

Great plan.

Okay,
I know what you're thinking.

"You're an idiot."

"Why did you accept
those conditions?"

I accepted those conditions
because I wanted a family.

Look at the alternatives.

You have to understand

how crappy it is

to be a single dad.



It's all right.
Get set.

Paul, you can be
into it a little bit too.

You know,
don't just stare coldly, right?

You could have
your arms around her--

Oh, okay.
Okay.

And action.



Honey, I can't tell you
how happy I am.

All I ever wanted was
to be one big, happy family.

Now, there's only
one thing left to do,

and that's to share everything.

Oh, I've been
hoping for this moment,

hoping and waiting for you
to emotionally open up to me.

You need to put my name
on your business

and, also,
our two Florida houses.





Now, I may have been weak,

but I'm not a complete moron.

Do I hear objections
from the choir?

Anyway...

What?



What?

Is this what you mean
by sharing?

Yeah, it's only fair.

Uh, no, not after four months
of a part-time marriage.

Maybe after a few years
of a full-time marriage.

Well, I want it now,
and that's it.



Well, if this is
the real reason

why you married me,
you can leave.

And cut.

Kay.
Let's run it--okay, good.

We got that.

I said,
"That's not acceptable to me,

and you can leave
if that's the way you feel."

And she did.

And I changed the locks
on the house

and called a lawyer.

Once again, I'm alone--

Johnny and I and Queenie.

There you go.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Oh, well, that was close.



So yeah, so I started
writing emails to her,

suggesting that
we get back together.



What she had to offer

was more than anyone
that I was finding--

sweet, stay-at-home mom
of three kids.

She waived her demands.

So we got back together.

And what happened?

Was when I realized

that my life
was gonna change forever.

BCBS?

That's correct.
BCBS.



As you can see,
I'm in full stealth mode today.

Now...

as a condition
of our reconciliation,

Audrey told me that she wanted
me to pay about $7,000

towards what she said
was health insurance

for herself and her kids
that had gone unpaid

for the six months
that we had been separated.

She told me the company
was Blue Cross Blue Shield.

"Make the check out to BCBS,"

and she gave me
an address to send it to.

Well, I paid it.



After three weeks,
Audrey comes to me one day

and says...
Paul, I need to talk to you

for a second.
Be right back, buddy.

Yeah, okay, bye.
What's up, honey?

Um, I need another check
for health insurance.

Another check?

What for?

Well,
I gotta have some female tests,

and they're not covered.

So I need $1,300.50
made out to BCBS,

sent to the same address
as before.

Sure, honey, no problem.

Thanks.

Well, I was suspicious.

So this time,
instead of "BCBS,"

I wrote the words
"Blue Cross Blue Shield"

on the check.

I wrote the words
"Blue Cross Blue Shield"

on the check

and mailed it.
It was a Friday.

The next day, on a Saturday,

Audrey comes to me and says--

Paul, I heard
from the insurance company.

"They won't process
your check."

"They won't
process your check."

They won't process the check
that you gave me.

I go, "What do you mean
they won't process my check?"

I said, "What do you mean
they won't process the check?"

What do you mean,
they won't process the check?

I just mailed it yesterday.

How could it get to the company
in one day,

up into their mail room,
up to underwriting,

to processing?

Besides, it was a Saturday.
They don't work on Saturdays.

They don't work on Saturdays.

They don't even work
on Saturdays.

I don't know.
I'm just telling you

what they told me.
They said they can't process it

because it has to be
made out to "BCBS."

You're telling me

that Blue Cross Blue Shield
won't accept a check

made out
to Blue Cross Blue Shield?

I am just telling you
what they told me.

You tell them
to send me back my check,

and I'll write you
another check, 'cause I don't

wanna have two checks
floating around out there.

Fine.



The next day, Sunday,
she comes to me with my check.

Well,
that was really something,

and I write another check
to BCBS for the $1,500.

But I had a plan.

It's just a shame
we're not doing

an actual movie,
because that would mean Oscar.

We have to settle for Emmys
and Golden Globe and--

That's all right.
People's Choice

and this and that--
There's so much competition.

Those are harder
than Oscars to get now.

You're kidding?
No, I'm not kidding.

Are they, like,
almost at the prestige level

of an Oscar?
So...

Or are they still like,
"Ah, it's just an Emmy"?

First thing, next day,
Monday morning,

I drove up to talk
with this insurance agent.

I wanted to ask this guy

why, if he's a Blue Cross
Blue Shield agent,

he can't take a check made out
to Blue Cross Blue Shield.

I had the address:

something, something
Main Street, number 61,

thinking that
I'm looking for an office park

and suite number 61,
where this Blue Cross agent is.

Driving up Main Street,
and I'm looking around,

and there's nothing.

And I make a U-turn,
and on my way back,

I see that number...



And it's a trailer park.



I drive into the trailer park.
I start driving around.



And I see trailer 58,
trailer 59,

trailer 60,

trailer 61!

And it's got
a sign on the window--

"For sale by owner, call"--

and it was
Audrey's cell phone number.





Jason.

Yes, Jeanette?
Would I--

why would I give him
this information so easily?

Ah, well...
Paul, is this what happened?

She did.
She did.

She did?
Such is life.

That's--so, she didn't care
about, you know, protecting

the tenants or nothing?

Okay.



Whatever.







Hello, how are you today?

Yeah, what do you want?

I was wondering if
you'd tell me who lives in 61.

That's, uh, Audrey Munson
and her family.

You know how long
they've lived there?

About two years.



Okay, thanks.

Yeah, go f*ck yourself.





It was quite
a shocking moment

in a series
of shocking moments,

which is this story.

And it's all true.

It's all true, and yes,
you can laugh at me.

I know.
It's all right.

It's fine.

I understand.
I laugh at me too.



Do you want me to talk to you
or the camera?

Which looks better?

BCBS was a corporation
that Audrey had set up

two months
after we were married

to try to fleece me
of my assets.

So I went home,
and thank God for the Internet.

I put a stop payment
on that check

over the Internet

and waited for Audrey
to come home.





She comes home.

Hi, Paul.

And I say to her...

Honey, your game is up.

You have two minutes to tell me
what BCBS is.

Blue Cross Blue Shield.

"Ooh,
Blue Cross Blue Shield.

"Call 'em.
Really, it's Blue Cross

Blue Shield."
No, it's not.

No, it's not.

The address you gave me
to mail those checks to?

It's not an insurance agent.
It's a trailer park.

It's your trailer park,

and I was
at your trailer today.



With that, she spins around,

gets back into the car,
and drives off.

Changed the locks again.



And called a divorce lawyer
the next day.





Hello?

Uh, is this Paul Goldman?

Yes, it is.
Who's this?

Well,
my name is Bob Thompson,

and I'm Aubrey Munson's
second husband.

Hey, how ya doin'?
Uh, fine, thanks.

Uh, Paul, there are
a few things about Audrey

you might wanna know.

Would it be possible for us

to get together tomorrow
morning for breakfast?

Well, I'd like to,

but don't you live
in New England?

Uh, no.

No.
Is that what she told you?

I live about a mile from you.

So the next day,
I meet with Bob Thompson

at the local IHOP
for breakfast.



Okay,
let's go again right away.

Um, Paul--
Yes?

Uh, I think
your impulse is to smile.

Yeah?

I think this scene will play
better without smiling at all,

because you're finding out
shocking information.

Okay.
So it's still playing

a little bit too light,
I think.

Could I have
some more coffee?

Unless you were smiling while
you met him. But I feel like--

I always pictured it--
No, no, I don't think so, no.

Yeah, so I would imagine
you'd be kind of annoyed

and upset and this stuff.
Okay.

Let's try to do it
very seriously.

Okay.
Great.

So remember, Paul,
very serious.

Look upset.

Action.



It's good to meet you, Bob.

I wanted to ask you
right off...

How long were you
married to Audrey?

We were only
married four months.

Four months?

I couldn't take
her lies anymore.

After two months of marriage,

she asked me to put her name
on all my assets.



Oh, just--

sorry, sorry.

You're smiling again, Paul.

Just watch it.
Just watch it.

And action.

That's just so unbelievable,

because that's exactly
what happened to me.



Well, I, uh--
I should have known better.

There were constant arguments,

'cause I could never trust her.

As soon as
we were living together,

things started going badly--

lies about where she'd been,
her background,

and the stories kept changing.

After four months,
I'd had enough.

Geez,
this is so unbelievable, Bob.

All right, one more question.

Was yours
a part-time marriage too?

I mean, was Audrey
caring for her grandmother

up in Cocoa Beach
from Saturdays to Wednesdays

while you were married to her,

like she was
when I was married to her?

Cocoa Beach?

I don't know
how to tell you this, Paul,

but she wasn't in Cocoa Beach.

She's been here
every Monday for years.

I've been bringing
her son Tommy to her

every Monday morning.



Paul,

I think you need to find out
what your wife was really doing

from Saturdays to Wednesdays.



You're smiling, Paul.



My story--

it was just beginning.

That started the discoveries
of her secret double life.

What I found...

Holy sh*t!

Turned into a whole new level
of criminality.

She had a secret phone,
and she had secret addresses,

and she had
a whole secret life.

I see some bizarre things.

Absolutely,
not a doubt in my mind.

Yeah, you see?
It's true.

I could no longer be
the nice guy.

In this story, every time
you turn over a rock,

you'll find
several more pebbles.

Do you know
a guy named Royce?

I am so sorry, Paul.

That's Royce Rocco.

And then you gotta
turn over those pebbles,

then you're gonna find more.

This is not a little ring.

I couldn't believe it.

But I had to believe it.

Next week, I went
and paid a visit to the FBI.

Paul is not crazy.

That's right from the head
of Internal Affairs.

Multiple agencies
don't get involved

if there's nothing there.

And this case haunts me
because it started off here,

and it just went here.
It went off the rails.

Beam me up, Scotty.

I'm in the twilight zone.

Daddy!

Ah!



All right.
On your mark.