Imposters

Previously on "Imposters"...

- I answer the door and it's these two guys,

and they're looking for Cece.

I am over her.

I am fine. - Oh!

This is my car!

With what I know about her

and what you guys know about her,

we might just find a clue to who she really is.

- Guys, St. Agnes Academy in Pottsville, Pennsylvania.

This was her school.

Pottsville, here we come!

- Yes! - Yes!

- Meet Gary Heller, managing director

of the Pacific Bank and Trust.

- I'm supposed to fall in love with this guy?

His big hobby is darts.

- Oh, my God!

Gary is a pussy, okay.

- Keep talking, Freddy. - Jesus!

- Am I the only one who thinks there's something off

about this job?

- The only thing off is Maddie's focus.

We're right on schedule.

I told you, I'll close him tomorrow night.

Gary... - Oh, no.

I don't want to rush things.

Kind of complicated.

- Some things can be pretty simple.

All you have to do is be open.

- I'm sorry, I just can't right now.

Is she getting distracted?

Maybe I should send Lenny Cohen.

- There's no need for Lenny Cohen.

- Ready for the time of your life?

- Hmm. I thought it was just lunch.

- You ready for the best lunch of your life?

- So it's fourth down and 17, right.

A minute left on the clock. No time-outs left.

- And you're down a field goal? - Oh, no, sweetheart.

We're down five.

We have to get in the end zone.

- Jesus. - No kidding.

- No. - Mm.

Try the next one.

Try another one. - Oh.

- Wait, wait. Stop. Stop. Go back.

There.

Maddie Jonson.

Oh, my God.

- So they send an A-gap blitz and the guards break down.

So I scramble to the left.

I'm looking for a receiver, but they're boxed in.

I pump-fake once... Defenders bite.

I cut back right, and boom! - Ow!

Daylight.

Are you sure this is it?

It just looks so, like, out of a horror movie.

It has to be it.

It's the only Jonsons in the phone book...

Arlen and Margaret.

- Maddie Jonson. That is so...

Maddie Jonson.

There's no "H" in Jonson. I've never seen that.

Maybe they couldn't afford it.

Man, she grew up here.

In this house. Played in that yard.

- Yeah, man, how do you grow up in a place like this

and become... her?

Shh, shh, hey look.

That's Maddie's mother.

You think that's her?

She looks kind of sad to me.

She looks sad.

What about this one?

- You don't look anything like her.

How about...

her?

- I never looked anything like that.

Well, life goal:

"move to New York and become famous." That's good.

- My goal is not to become famous.

- Right. - I wanted to be successful,

sure, respected and admired for my work,

but that's not the same thing as famous.

I think all Richard means

is the less we have to make up, the better.

Yeah, so let it go.

Your name is Jennifer Sherman.

You were in the French club, just like Maddie,

and president of the "no smoking" initiative.

- Yeah, but what if Jennifer Sherman still lives here,

or she's dead, or... - Jenny, it's called research.

That's why God invented Facebook.

- This guy... She's pulling in.

- Looks like salon day for Mrs. J.

Okay.

Let's make a plan.

So, question.

Mm-hmm.

Why banking?

It's a living,

and there are banks everywhere,

so I could just pick up and go every couple years, if I wanted.

- Yeah, but why would such a smart,

beautiful woman always feel the need

to keep moving? - Who knows?

Maybe I'm running from something.

- Hmm. - Mm.

- But seriously, don't you get lonely?

Always meeting people and then...

moving on? - Sometimes,

but just because something's temporary

doesn't mean it's not real.

Can I ask you a question?

Anything.

- Is it weird to not have to work?

Well, I do have to work.

Your story's changing.

- Well, wait, wait, wait.

Let me rephrase.

I'm not compelled financially to work...

Mm-hmm.

But I have to work.

You know, I like to work, really.

Do things, learn things.

You know, I'm not great with idle time.

Really?

Family barbecues, fancy lunches

with new pals...

Seems to me like you got it down, buddy.

Well, maybe. Maybe,

but I don't get to kiss my new pal.

Well, you can't have it all.

No, apparently not.

- So what kind of feeling? - I don't know.

But it's just, like the... It's all gone to crap.

- Older people often feel that way, Meg.

I'm not an "older people."

- Young people, they just see a world

that is exciting and they can't wait to figure it out.

So they go and get tattoos and go on adventures.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Jonson?

Maddie's mom?

Well, could be.

And who are you?

Jenny Sherman.

I was in Maddie's year at St. Agnes.

We were in French club. We used to walk home together.

Oh, my.

You're Kelly Sherman's daughter, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

- That was such a terrible thing with your mother.

I am so sorry.

- What... what happened with your mother?

W-was it cancer, or a car? I-I can't remember.

Oh, honey.

You do not need to talk about this, okay?

Margaret, really.

- So how is Maddie? - She's busy.

Very busy. Barbara, can you finish?

How much longer?

- Okay, thanks so much for your help.

I appreciate it. All right.

Jen, not good news.

The visas won't be ready until the day after tomorrow,

so it looks like we're...

Oh, excuse me, ladies.

I'm sorry for interrupting.

This is my husband, Channing.

Channing, this is Mrs. Jonson.

Her daughter Maddie and I went to high school together.

- Oh, wow. - Yeah.

- Hi. Hello. - Evan.

That's your brother's name, right?

What's he up to?

- Evan is still living with his girlfriend in Florida.

West coast.

He posts some gorgeous photos on Facebook.

- So are... are you from around here, Channing?

- Oh, I wish, but no.

We were actually supposed to fly to Havana today

for a business conference.

Got waylaid with some visa issues.

So looks like we're gonna be stuck here for 36 hours or so.

I got us a room at the Comfort Inn tonight.

A little room with a twin bed.

- Why don't you have them over for lunch?

You know, you can all talk about the old days.

- Oh, that is so sweet of you... - Oh, no.

We wouldn't want to be an inconvenience.

It'd be very good for you.

Her Arlen has been not well.

- Not well?

That's one way to put it.

Oh, come over and...