Mystery Woman: At First Sight

Thanks for seeing me again so soon doctor.

Just watch the pencil.

I know you said last week,

that it was probably eye strain,

and I've been really trying to rest them.

But, they still hurt. - Watch the pencil.

You say you've been resting them?

Yeah, no, I mean,

I've been getting to sleep, but

I've been waking up a lot lately.

Because your eyes hurt?

Kind of. Bad dreams.

Yeah. I've been there.

Really scary ones.

Could you look up there, for me?

Could that be eye impairment-related?

No. That was my thought at first,

but according to 'nightmares-dot-com',

bad dreams are almost always caused by something called

'personal problems', you know?

Money, romance...

Don't I wish!

Hold still.

I'm sure it's nothing, and

I know that everyone's vision changes over time,

but I'm a photographer, so...

That's the smell. - What smell?

Your smell. - I have a smell?

You're a photographer? - Yeah?

That's the smell.

I've known it since I was a kid.

Look here?

Yeah, my mom printed all her own photos.

Turned half the kitchen into her darkroom.

I was fourteen before I realized

meatloaf wasn't supposed to taste like silver chloride.

I was in the darkroom all night.

I must reek.

Nah, it's the mashed potatoes.

You smell just like dinner.

So, what's my diagnosis, Doc?

Well, we've still got a few more tests.

So, you think there's a problem, huh?

Like my mom used to say, let's see what develops.

Darkroom humor.

I like that.

You don't really need glasses.

You're just tryin' to look cool.

No. Doctor's orders. He doesn't want me straining

my baby-blues when I read.

You've already had three appointments with this doctor.

Yep, and it just so happens that I have a date with him.

Yeah, right. - I do.

My god!

You're going out with a doctor!

You have a date with a doctor?

Jeez, Cassie!

What? You have a date with a doctor!

Tell me more about the dream.

Okay.

So, there was this woman,

and she had a baby,

and she was, like running.

What'd she look like?

Actually, she kinda looked like me.

Really?

What?

Sounds to me like you're already planning

a family with the doctor.

Well, if I am, I wasn't very happy about it.

There you go.

I've never really dated a patient before.

Not that it's unethical, or anything.

So this is strictly ethical?

Actually, I was just at a conference where we discussing this very issue,

and it came up...

Actually, here's to not talking shop.

What did the ophthalmologist say to the pretty girl?

Here's lookin' at you, kid!

Ya get it?

That's pretty lame.

Awful.

It's one of the worst I've ever heard.

Yeah.

Well.

I had a great time tonight.

Me too.

And, and I, I know we agreed

not to talk shop,

but I think I figured out what's wrong with your eyes.

Really? You know what it is?

Yep. You're too beautiful.

No, no, seriously. I shouldn't worry?

Seriously?

You should probably just rest them.

And given your age and family history, it's probably nothing serious.

But, since I filled out that my mom and dad's vision is fine,

then my eyes should be fine.

In fact, why don't you close 'em right now.

Right now?

He kissed you, and he's a doctor!

I told you on my message that I lied to him.

You lied to a doctor, okay.

Don't give it a second thought.

Plenty of perfectly adequate relationships

are built on nothing but lies.

Well, I didn't lie about me.

I mean, I guess I sort of did,

but I didn't think it would matter, it never has.

Babe, how can I give you the benefit of my bad advice,

if I have no idea what you're talking about?

We were talking about families, and I lied.

About my mom and dad.

Okay, can we get back to the part about the kissing?

Cassie, I'm trying to tell you something,

something I have never told anyone before.

Okay?

I'm adopted.

It's true.

I met your mom.

She's my mom, but I am adopted.

How come you never told me?

I've never told anybody.

I'm not even supposed to know.

I saw some papers by accident,

back when I was applying for financial aid for college.

So, my parents left these papers on the table and

I peeked at them.

And I saw,

my birth mom gave me up.

Anyway, my name was on it.

Was your birth mom's name on it?

I don't know.

You didn't look at it?

No, my mom was coming, so I just covered it up.

Wow.

Will you help me find my birth mom?

I'll make some calls.

I'll find her.

Look, I understand there are confidentiality laws,

but this is a medical emergency!

No. Petitioning the court would take too long.

Thanks. - Not going smoothly, huh?

That's why God created billable hours.

What'd you find? - No listing of the law firm.

Maybe I remembered the name wrong?

Victor Short, of Short and Long Associates?

No way you made that one up.

Maybe the firm isn't from around here?

You said the adoption would be formalized in the county of the adoptive parents.

Right, but the papers you saw were for the relinquishment.

So, you think I could've been born somewhere else?

Exotic, huh?

What's exotic?

Hawaii.

Or, Mexico.

We can't decide what vacation we'd like more.

Don't overlook Guam.

Good beaches, and a great exchange rate.

Wow.

Guam, then. - Thank you, Philby.

Alright.

Guam?

Okay. So, where were we?

You were about to reveal the place of my birth.

Right.

Sacramento.

California Bar Association.

Hi, I'm trying to track down a fellow member of the Bar.

What year were you born? - Seventy-eight.

Victor Short, a partner in the firm of Short and Long, Associates?

Yes, I'll hold.

So, let me ask you

if you hadn't of met Doctor Good Kisses,

when were you going to find your birth mom?

Eventually, when things were a little less complicated.

You mean never?

Yeah, something like that.

Yes! I'm here.

Okay.

Yes. Thank you.

Here ya go.

Victor Short, Whiptail, California.

Where is that?

Between Sacramento and Tahoe,

six hour drive, maybe seven.

So, I'll just be gone a few days.

If you need me, call me on my cell phone.

Have you seen my charger?

This one?

Thank you.

It's just family business.

So you said.

Drive carefully.

And if you feel sleepy, pull over.

Philby, it's only six hours.

Maybe seven.

Philby.

Samantha.

When you need me to know more,