Murder at the Country Club (2023) Movie Script
[gentle, mysterious music]
[insects chirping]
- Let's play another game.
- What kind of game?
- One that I know.
Without any rules.
[lips smacking]
- Sounds interesting.
Later, alright?
- Come on!
Don't be such a party pooper.
I've never done it on
a golf course before.
It's going to be fun.
- You never let me down.
- Of course not, baby.
I'm all yours.
- And I am going
to let Vanessa know
that you are worth every penny.
[giggling]
- Come on, Frankie.
[laughing]
- Now look what you did.
- Believe me,
I am a lot more fun
than that putter.
- Later, later! Okay?
- Come on, baby.
Let me show you
how to have some real fun.
- Stop it. Just stop it!
[screaming, thudding]
[gentle, mysterious music]
[sighs]
Hey...
We have a problem.
[thunder booming]
[fantastical music]
[panting]
- Good morning to us.
- Morning.
- Do we have to get up?
- No.
[laughing]
- Get in here.
[sighing]
- What's on your mind?
- Nothing. I'm good.
- Mm, I wish we could just
lay here all day.
- Mm-hmm.
- Forget about the world.
- Yeah, me too.
Well, we can't.
Because somebody's got
a first day at
a fancy Country Club.
[laughing]
- Oh, I know, I know.
- This is new to you.
- Ugh. Damn, it's later
than I thought.
- Going to miss it?
- Yeah...
- Okay.
- Okay.
- So are you getting
the first-day jitters?
- Let's just say...
I'd like to get this
day behind me.
- Let me know when you want
to take up golf lessons.
- Yeah, I don't think
you're going to have
to worry about that.
My dad desperately tried
to get me to play golf
and it did not go over well.
- Sounds about right.
[chuckling]
- I just never understand
the fascination
with trying
to shoot a tiny ball
into a tiny hole
miles and miles away.
[chuckling]
- Can't say that I'm any help.
- Oh, do you want to pick up
something for dinner?
- Oh, I can't.
I'm on a deadline.
Interview with
a city councilman.
- Mm, city councilman.
Make sure you get all the dirt.
- You know I will.
[birds chirping]
[gentle music]
- Try to stay left of the trap.
There's a new hazard
on the other side.
- You sure about that?
- Yes, sir.
[sighs]
- Damn it!
How's your caddie scholarship
coming along?
- I'm working on it.
- Alright. Make sure
it gets in by deadline.
- I will, sir.
- Whoa, Blake,
nice shot, buddy.
Didn't know you had it in you.
I'll make sure it gets
to the top of the pile.
- I'll make sure
it's in on time.
Thank you so much, sir.
- Yeah.
[footsteps]
- Cassie! So rude of me
to keep you waiting
on your first day.
I'm sorry.
- No need to apologize.
- Ready to get started?
- Can't wait.
- Great, let's go.
So the previous assistant
manager departed rather abruptly
and left things
in a bit of a mess.
- Not a problem.
- So there are several weddings
on the schedule. Catering will
have those covered for you,
but you should be in touch
with the clients.
- I'll follow up
with them right away.
- You're the Club's ambassador.
It's important to stay
focused on our members.
Make sure they're taken
care of promptly.
- Of course.
- Your highest priority
will be to oversee
the men's round-robin tournament
scheduled for the end
of the month.
It's a big event.
I'll send you a list of the food
vendors I need you to handle.
- That's soon.
- It is.
- That's okay.
I'm used to high pressure.
At my previous job
as a corporate events planner,
functions always came up
last minute.
- That's why I hired you.
Well, here's your desk.
- Great!
I'll go ahead and get started.
- We're glad to have you.
- Thanks.
- Alright, boys!
[claps]
- Hey. How did it go?
- It's fine.
- You know what I mean.
- He, uh, he put two balls O.B.
then made me tell the other
players they were in-bounds.
- Yeah, guy's a prick.
- Yeah, well,
he can't stand losing a bet.
Even if it means cheating.
- So you heard they fired Lisa?
- No, that sucks.
- Yeah.
- Weren't you guys dating?
- Yeah, but before she left,
she told me that the Club
was going to cut our pay.
- What?
- Yeah.
- You're kidding.
- I don't know, man.
The timing of it all
just seems weird.
- All right fellas, back at it.
- Alright, I'll see you later.
- Yeah.
- You ready?
- Yes, sir.
- Yahoo.
- Dad.
What are you doing here?
- Well, it's not every day
a father gets to check in
on his daughter's
first day of work.
- You came all the way out here
just for that?
- Of course!
And I'm filling up a threesome
at one o'clock.
- That's what I thought.
- Did Ava tell you
about the tournament?
- She did.
My predecessor left
kind of abruptly
so I am still trying
to make sense of things.
- So I heard.
The man's round-robin
is the biggest event
of our year.
- Brad, I thought
I heard a familiar voice.
- Ava...
Just stopped by
to say hi to Cassie.
- Yes, well,
she's off to a wonderful start.
- That's great to hear.
Well, tee time.
Don't want to be late.
So... You call me later?
- Yeah. Bye, Dad.
- Oh, Brad.
thanks for stopping by.
So, you settling in okay?
- I think so.
- Great.
Do you know you're
one lucky girl?
I certainly didn't have
a dotting father like him.
Well, back to work.
- Yeah.
- Hey! Brad.
- Hey, Frank,
how did you do out there today?
- Ah, you know.
Same old, same old.
Half a dozen pars
that should've been birdies
and the three-puts
are killing me, but...
[chuckles]
I still made a few bucks.
Hey, did you check in
on your girl?
- Yeah, she's settling in.
- Good, good.
You know, I think
she'll do well here.
But um...
You know, I did have
to stick my neck out for her
with the board.
- Oh, yeah?
- Well,
some of our members
who don't know you so well
had questions about her
previous employment.
But...
I assured them
of your stellar reputation
and that you wouldn't
let us down.
- I didn't realize
it had come to that.
- Yeah...
- I'm sure your position
as Club president helped out.
- Well, a few members
of the board are my friends
so my opinion does
hold a little sway.
- Nelson, party of four.
Please report to the first tee.
Your start time
is in five minutes.
- That's my group.
I got to go.
- Hey, have a great round.
- And Frank...
- Yeah?
- Thank you for your help
with this board.
- You bet.
[engine rearing]
- Hi, this is Cassie Randolf.
I am the new
assistant manager here
at the Pinecrest Country Club.
I was just calling
to follow up on the upcoming
bid you submitted.
If you could please give me
a call back
to confirm the details,
that would be wonderful.
- Cassie.
You were looking for me?
- Yes, so I checked
with the bank
and the operations account
is empty.
I'll need money in it
for the start-up deposits.
- Right...
Well, I'm just headed out
to a meeting, but I'll look
into that when I get back.
- Great.
Um, Ava...
- Yes?
- Can I ask you what happened
with Lisa Harkin?
- It was so unfortunate
it didn't work out with her.
You knew her?
- No. But my dad
knows her sister.
She is a server
in the dining room.
- Well, one day she just
stopped showing up.
She disconnected her phone,
shut off her social media.
I don't know,
they say she had
some personal problems.
But I'm sure her sister
would know better than me.
But I'm late, so...
I wouldn't waste any time trying
to figure out Lisa Harkin.
[sighs]
[gentle music]
- How was the interview?
- Oh, God, it was a bust.
He wouldn't comment on
the improper use of funds.
And they think the Gazette
is politically biased
to question his trip
to the Bahamas
with a "female associate."
- Um, makes sense.
- Right?
So how's your new boss?
- She's okay.
Bit of a micromanager.
- You've had bosses
like that before.
- I know, but it's just weird
because the last girl
who had the job before me
just up and left.
No one knows where she went.
- People do that.
- I guess.
This whole private club scene
takes some getting used to.
- Yeah. You know my father
actually joined a private club
just to play tennis?
- What?
- Yeah.
- No, I figured your family
was part of the whole
anti-private club society.
- No, exactly.
I don't know... He just had
a hard time fitting in
and he thought everybody
was ultra cliquish.
And eventually, they started
raising the fees and
he quit the Club and tennis.
- That sucks.
- I know.
We always thought
the private club
looked right on the outside.
But on the inside...
They don't always appear...
to be what they are.
And then,
we start pulling back
the layers...
one by one.
To find out what's
really going on.
[chuckles]
You find all kinds
of decadent things.
- Oh, I see.
- Mm-hmm.
[chuckling]
[birds chirping]
- Hey, Chris.
Good morning.
Morning, Anne.
[gentle music]
[keys rattling]
[exhales]
[keyboard clicking]
[muffled moaning]
[Frank]: Okay! Good morning.
[Frank chuckles]
I got a busy day today,
but I'll call you later tonight?
- I... may not be up.
- Don't be coy.
Alright, I got to get on.
Thanks.
- Have a great day, Frank.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
I'm telling you they're
having an affair.
- Did you tell your dad?
- What good would that do?
- My advice is just do
what every other hard-working
employee in America
does in your situation.
Just do your job and act like
nothing happened.
- I guess.
Fine, got to go.
- Okay, love, bye.
- Hey.
I'm Milo.
I caddie for your dad.
- Yeah, yeah, I remember you.
I'm Cassie.
- So you work here now?
- Yup. Just started.
- Welcome to Pinecrest.
- Yeah, seems like a pretty
good place to work so far.
[chuckles]
- I hope it stays that way.
- Milo... Let's go.
- Should probably get going.
I'll see you around.
- See you.
[gentle, mysterious music]
- Carry that for me.
- Hey, Ava.
- Cassie, hi!
- Can I talk to you
for a quick second?
- Of course.
Yes, sit down.
- Great. So...
I was looking over
the cost report
from last year's
round-robin tournament,
and the totals far exceed what
we have in our current budget.
- Right, yes. Actually,
disregard those numbers.
Our accounting team co-mingled
data from multiple events.
Luckily, I caught it before it
circulated to the membership.
Can't imagine what a scandal
that would have been.
- Yeah.
- Is there anything else?
- So I should just be working
with the current budget?
- Yes. I actually adjusted
the payroll account
to make up for that deficit.
- You took money out of payroll?
- Yeah, but, you know,
the support staff and caddies
will get a bit of a haircut.
It will be fine.
Oh, make sure you shred that.
It's confidential.
- Right.
- Yeah.
- Okay. Thanks so much.
- Mm-hmm.
Of course.
[gentle piano music]
-What's up, Owen?
- What's up, dude?
- Milo, I got an early
foursome at 6:30,
do you want it?
- You can't do it?
- Lacey's coming over.
- Who's it with?
- Butch Watkins.
- Alright, you owe me.
What's up, fellas?
Thought you could use one.
- Thanks.
Any updates on Lisa?
[sighs]
- No.
Doesn't make any sense.
Why would she leave
without saying anything?
- Maybe she just wanted out,
you know?
No strings.
- Maybe.
What are you working on?
- Scholarship application.
They want a ton of info from me.
It's a pain.
- Yeah, I know you said
Frank will help you out,
but you sure he's not just
stringing you along?
- I mean, I'll never know unless
I finish and submit, right?
- Yeah, but think about it.
- Milo, I can't be a caddie
my whole life.
A four-year college scholarship
is a game-changer.
- Dude, I know, I get it...
- There's this guy
from Larchmont that got one
a couple of years ago,
he's now making six figures
at a financial firm.
- Are you sure about that?
- About what?
- An ex-caddie
is making six figures?
- It's right here
on the website.
[sighs]
Take a look.
The guy was making twelve
dollars an hour as a caddie.
He got a full ride to SMU,
changed his life.
- Okay.
Do you see this?
- So there is a ton of money.
- Yeah, but they only awarded
two scholarships.
What is that in tuition?
Like 35K each?
- Yeah, about that. Why?
- Okay, so that's what?
140 thousand times two.
They brought in 580 thousand.
Where's the rest of the money?
- I don't know. They invest
for the future or something.
- Dude, think about it.
They put away $300,000
as a rainy day fund.
You don't think
that sounds sketchy?
- Well, whatever. Still going
to complete the application.
[sighs]
- Whatever, man. Your life.
[footsteps]
[sighs]
- Yeah, no,
as soon as I can get the bride
to sign off on the menu,
I can cut you a check.
Yes, by Friday.
Okay, thanks so much.
- You think you know her
better than me?
She's only worked here
for a few months!
Like, I don't believe you.
She wouldn't just leave.
Something happened!
- I'm sorry.
I can't help you.
- Yeah... She said there was
all this weird stuff going on.
You're hiding something,
and I'm going to find
out what it is!
- If you don't calm down,
I'll call security.
- Oh, that will be fun.
Make someone else disappear!
[sighs]
[door slams]
- Tracy! I'm Cassie.
- I know. Your father
told me you took Lisa's place.
Just be careful.
This place is not what it seems.
- What do you mean?
It's a Country Club...
- Right?
The picture-perfect
setting of middle America!
That's what they
want you to think.
- Well, what happened in there?
- I quit.
- Is it about your sister?
- She worked here
for over six months
and then just vanished one day.
And all they say is that
she just walked out,
disconnected from her life,
and vanished.
- I'm sorry.
- I know something
happened to her.
- Is there any way
to prove it? I...
- I wish I knew how.
You got the job now.
Maybe you'll figure
something out.
[birds calling]
- I mean,
she was really upset.
- Really?
- Yeah, she thinks something
happened to her sister,
you know?
Something horrible...
- Cassie, I thought you were
just going to take my advice
and you know, just...
Focus on the job.
- Well, it's not that simple.
- Thank you, sir.
- I'm starting to think
Lisa Harkin didn't just quit
for personal reasons.
- Then why?
- I'm not sure.
But her sister was thinking
some pretty horrible stuff.
- Oh, like what?
She was murdered?
- That's what she was implying.
[scoffs]
- Well, that's a little crazy,
Cassie. I mean, it's a freaking
Country Club, for God sakes.
- Well, like you said,
"When you peel back
the layers..."
- Yeah, but I was talking about
white-collar crime, not murder.
- I know, right? I mean...
What could be so awful
about a Country Club?
- Right.
[gentle music]
- So the Gazette loves his work.
The features editor
is leaving in the Fall
and they promised him the job.
- That's great.
Jamie's a good guy.
- He is.
- Would you like
something else to drink?
- No, thanks.
Dad, can I ask you
about Lisa Harkin?
You know why she left?
- No idea.
Her sister's a server here.
I don't see her here today.
- Well, it's because she quit.
- She quit?
- She accused the Club
of withholding information
about her sister's
disappearance.
- Disappearance?
I thought she took another job
somewhere else.
- Tracy is convinced they're
holding back information.
- Like what?
- I don't know.
Maybe they fired her and they're
trying to cover it up, or...
Something worse.
It's just weird
because Tracy never heard
from her after she left.
- Seriously?
- What do you know
about the Club finances?
- Finances?
- Tracy mentioned something
about financial irregularities.
From what I've seen over
the past couple of days,
the expenses are way out
of sync with the cash flow.
They run a large deficit.
- I think that's because...
Between us,
the Club's not the same anymore.
Ever since Frank Sanders
took over as president.
It feels... different.
- Different how?
- He initiated new policies
to raise cash
including a new
membership drive.
I used to know most
of the members,
and now, I hardly recognize
a single face.
- Something just feels off,
you know?
- Frank!
- Hey, Brad.
How are you doing?
- Fine.
You know my daughter, Cassie.
- Of course.
She's quickly becoming
a vital part of our Club.
You know Ava, well,
she has all the confidence
in the world
in your little girl.
We're counting on
an impressive tournament.
Even bigger than last year,
aren't we?
- It'll all come together,
I'm sure.
- Of course, it will.
Enjoy your lunch.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine,
he just creeps me out.
- I'm sorry if I made a mistake
suggesting you for this job.
- Don't worry about it, Dad.
I can handle it.
- I know you can, sweetie.
- Alright... So I got a text
a few days ago
saying that the Club
intends to cut our pay.
As much as 20 percent,
probably starting next week.
- What? How do you know?
- Lisa told me.
Before she quit.
Look the point is,
they're throwing a huge
tournament next week,
instead of giving us a bonus,
they're cutting back.
- So what do you suggest?
- We strike.
Now while we have leverage.
- Okay, but what's
stopping them from bringing
caddies from other clubs?
- No way they will have enough
time to get the word out. Plus,
I know that our Pinecrest
members will back us.
If you guys agree,
I'll reach out to the others.
- I don't know, man. I mean,
threatening with a strike
this close to a tournament...
They can just keep us on
and fire us when it's over.
- Yeah, also, I heard
they're bringing in players
from other clubs and they bring
their own caddies.
- What? They're not allowed
to bring non-members.
- Maybe, but they're doing it.
- You guys...
This is our one chance
to get what's fair.
- I don't see it that way.
I'd rather be a team player,
take a short-term cut,
and still have a job.
I'm out.
- You're being really
shortsighted here, man.
Owen?
- I don't know, man.
- Really? You too?
You know these guys
are crooks, man.
You saw it with
the scholarship fund.
- I'm sorry, dude.
- Alright, whatever.
- What about the scholarship?
- It's a scam.
They're taking in way more money
than they're giving out.
- It's a big accusation.
They catch wind of you saying
that, you'll get fired.
- Yeah, well, it's true.
Look, I talked to Lisa already.
She told me there's some strange
financial stuff going on.
I'm talking, like,
fake accounts,
money gone. All kinds of stuff.
- Yeah, then where is she now?
- I don't know.
They got to her.
[scoffs]
- They got to her?
Yeah, right.
'Cause there is no proof, man.
She's a flake.
[sighs]
[curious music]
[sighs]
- So as you can see here,
the projected totals
will exceed reserves
even with
the payroll adjustment.
- Yes, uh...
Thank you for bringing
this to my attention.
I will reach out
to the accounting team.
It will require a draw from
the endowment fund,
which takes three signatures
from board members.
- Okay. I assume
that'll take a while.
- I actually have a meeting
with them in the morning.
Shouldn't be too long.
- Okay.
- Can you print three clean
copies of this for the morning?
- Absolutely.
- Okay.
Cassie? Let's just
keep this between us.
Yeah?
Don't discuss this with anyone.
Not even your dad.
- Sure.
[door creaking]
[sighs]
[printer humming]
[knocking]
- Hey, here.
- Oh, great, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm curious,
what was Lisa's last day?
- Her last day?
- Yeah, I'm just trying
to figure out
what project she finished.
- I think the Thursday
before you started.
- Like the 27th?
- I suppose.
Did you need something?
- No, I'm just
heading to the Pro Shop.
Can I get you something?
- No, I'm good.
- Okay.
[door slams]
[sighs]
- Vanessa.
What are you doing here?
- Came to see you.
- What do you want?
- I think we have
some unsettled business.
- What? The girl?
- If I recall,
we helped clean up a big mess
and kept you from
having to answer
some complicated questions.
- I thought we were
square on this.
She hit her head on accident.
I'm not to blame.
- She was my best earner.
Because of you,
my business is way down.
You owe me.
This is not settled.
- And make sure you run
that copy by me.
The Mayor's office wants
an opportunity to comment
before we publish.
- Will do. Harlan, quick thing.
Been following up on some rumors
about Pinecrest Country Club.
- What sort of rumors?
- Financial improprieties
and such.
You come across
anything like that?
- Can't say that I have.
But better be chasing
something sexy.
A bunch of rich, stuffed shirts
skimming money from each other
hardly generates sympathy
from our readers.
- Yeah, alright, I know.
I won't spend a whole
lot of time on it.
- Alright.
- Thank you, sir.
- Uh-huh.
[ominous music]
- This is Jamie.
Leave me a message.
- Hey, babe, just looking into
something. Be home soon.
[whimsical music]
[waterfall crashing]
- Hey, hey, hey.
Any beers left?
- Thought you were
bringing some.
- Dude, I couldn't get
to the store before it closed.
- Here.
- Thank you.
- Next time, it's on you.
- Sure. Is Milo here?
- He said he'd be here.
I'm sure he'll come around.
[beep]
[printer humming]
[floor creaking]
[sinister tone]
[gasps]
- Milo, what are you doing here?
- Look, I'm sorry.
There is something I need
to talk to you about.
- About what?
- There's a lot of shady things
going on here, Cassie.
Someone is embezzling
from the scholarship fund.
- How?
- Look, large donations
are made,
but the money's unaccounted for.
Tell me you have access
to those records.
- I don't know.
I haven't seen anything
about the scholarship fund.
- Look, I can't be seen here.
- Right.
- Meet me tomorrow morning
at the Meddle-Hour Coffee.
- Okay. What time?
- 10:30.
- Sure.
- Okay, see you there.
- Yeah.
[sighs]
[beeping]
- Frank!
- Cassie.
What are you doing here?
- Just finishing up
some work stuff.
And you?
- Oh, I forgot my phone charger.
It's 10 o'clock.
Are you, um...
Are you making copies?
- Yes.
Ava has a meeting with
the board in the morning
and she asked for copies
of the expense projections.
I wanted to have them ready.
- Well, I don't think Ava
would approve of you
working this late.
Why don't you save it
for tomorrow?
- Yes. I'm done,
just heading out.
- Alright.
Alright, I'll lock up.
[soft, ominous music]
[rhythmic music]
- What's up, boys?
How's the beer holding up?
- Hey, about time, man. Uh...
I got a couple left.
- Thank you.
- Glad you could finally
make it.
- Yeah.
I, uh, had a few things
to take care of.
- Is everything okay?
- Not really.
Sick of this place, dude.
- Where were you just now?
- Saw Cassie.
Told her about
the scholarship fund.
- Dude, you're going to get
in trouble. What can she do?
- Gonna find out.
I'm meeting her tomorrow.
I just don't understand
- Cassie!
- He creeped me out!
- You got to quit that damn job.
- I can't do that.
- Cassie, it's simple.
Just quit.
- Something is going on
and Lisa Harkin
is at the center of it.
Okay? The day she left,
she left after lunch.
No one saw her after that.
She came back in the middle
of the night to print something.
A two-page document.
- What was it?
- I don't know.
- Okay, okay.
Just stop, okay?
Listen to me.
This could be dangerous.
It is not worth the risk.
Suppose they had something to do
with that girl's disappearance.
- Like who?
- I don't know. The president,
the members of the board.
I mean, that woman
that you're working with.
It could be anyone.
- No, I'm in too deep.
- Hey, listen.
If you get close
to something sensitive,
something they don't want
anyone to know about...
You could get hurt.
- So what am I supposed to do?
Act like nothing happened,
forget about Lisa Harkin?
- I'm just worried about you.
Cassie.
Cassie, wait.
[sighs]
[waterfall crashing]
- You want to know what I really
think happened to Lisa?
- What?
- She found evidence of a scam
and they got to her.
- Still pushing that story,
Milo?
Told you to drop it.
- Screw you, Jeb.
I'm going to find out
what's going on,
and I'm actually going
to do something about it.
Unlike you lame pricks
that just sit there and look
the other way.
- Chill out, man.
- You work for a bunch
of corrupt scumbags.
And you don't even give a damn.
- You're drunk.
You're just making stuff up.
- Yeah, we'll see.
- Milo, hold on, dude.
- You can't play both sides,
dude.
You got to choose.
- You're overreacting, man.
- Right...
Leave me alone.
[gentle, mysterious music]
- Hi.
We spoke at Pinecrest
the day you left.
Need to talk about Lisa.
[keyboard clicking]
[rhythmic music]
- So I'd like to offer you
a business opportunity.
- Go on.
- What if we set some of our
more open-minded players
with your ladies
during the tournament?
A perk that I'm sure
they will pay handsomely for.
- And how's that work?
- Well, we can have a tent
set up off to the side
where the gentlemen
can engage...
Not only in golf gossip,
but also in the services
your ladies provide.
- Is that so?
- I am offering you
this opportunity
at great risk to myself.
Normally,
this event is for members only.
But I've expanded the audience
to include the entire valley.
And I can cut you in.
- What's my end?
- 15% of the gross sales.
And this is just the start.
- I'll think about it.
- So we're even?
- I'll let you know
when we're even.
[waterfall crashing]
[tense music]
- What is going on?
Yeah.
- Hey, listen,
Milo's trouble.
He thinks there's a money scam
with the golf scholarship.
- That's why you're calling?
- Yeah, he talked to that girl
that disappeared.
And I guess she told him stuff
about the Club.
- Quit.
The girl who quit.
- Right, quit.
- Okay, what did she tell him?
- I'm not sure,
but it's something
about you all being corrupt.
- Alright.
I'll take care of it.
- Frank,
he seems pretty serious.
- Jeb, relax.
I'm not that worried
about a pissed-off caddie.
- Hey.
We have a problem.
[crickets chirping]
[leaves rustling]
[tires screeching]
[screaming]
[gentle music]
- Jamie!
- Sir.
- I got an email
from a Tracy Harkin.
She asked us to look into
the disappearance of her sister
who worked at Pinecrest.
- That's the manager
that vanished.
- How did you know that?
- Well, she left during work
one day and never came back.
They claimed that she quit,
but no one's heard from her.
- And the cops?
- They accepted a missing
persons report,
but they're not sharing
anything with the public.
- Here's her number.
Check it out.
- You got it.
Hi, yes,
this is Jamie Foster.
I work for the Gazette.
I'm just following up
on the email you sent.
I'd like to set up a meeting.
You can reach me at this number.
[engine rearing]
- Thank you.
[sighs]
- What happened?
- Milo, he...
He got hit by a car last night.
On Porter Road.
- Oh, my god.
Is he okay?
- He's unconscious,
as far as I know.
I think they took him
to Midcity Hospital.
[sighs]
- We were supposed to meet
for coffee this morning.
- I'm Owen by the way.
- Cassie.
- I know Milo came
and talked to you
about the scholarship fund.
- And?
- And what?
- Well, do you know
anything about it?
- Listen, I have no idea.
- Seriously?
Isn't there anything
you can tell me?
- Tell you? Wha...
What? And end up like Milo?
No thanks.
[exhales]
- So I need to put out
a statement of sympathy for Milo
and let the members know
that this whole thing
was an accident.
- Okay.
Well, however you phrase it,
just make sure it doesn't
impact the tournament.
- Well, while we're
on that subject...
I need a bigger cut.
- I thought you said
it was big enough?
- Mm... Well, things
are getting complicated.
40%.
- 40?
- 40.
[knocking, door creaking]
[throat clearing]
- Sorry to interrupt.
- What is it?
- Um, I was just checking to see
how the board meeting went?
- Uh, it was cancelled.
- We will continue this later.
I have somewhere I need to be.
[clears throat]
- I need you to go
to the hospital
and check on this caddie's
condition.
- Well, I actually have some
work I need to do here.
- I need you there.
I have to put out a statement
to the membership
and need hourly updates
on his condition.
- Got it.
- Something else?
- Uh, no! Um...
I will shut the door.
[gentle, mysterious music]
- Hey.
You work at Pinecrest?
- Yeah. Cassie, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I'm Jeb.
I'm one of the caddies.
Milo's friend.
- Yeah, how is he?
[sighs]
- Well, as of a half hour ago,
he's still in a coma.
- That's terrible.
- Yeah.
I didn't realize that you
two were friends.
- My boss asked me
to come check on him.
We're all worried.
- Yeah, we had a little party
at the 16th hole last night,
and I guess...
He was walking home
when it happened.
- Who would do that
and not stop to help?
- Right.
[phone ringing]
I have to answer this.
- Hey,
what's the status on the kid?
- He's still out.
He's barely hanging on.
You know what, man,
this is crazy.
I had no idea when you asked me
to keep an eye on him
that this would happen.
- Relax, Jeb.
I had nothing to do with it.
- Yeah, but they
nearly killed him, Frank.
It's just not right.
- And I'm telling you
it was an accident.
- You're lying.
- I'm not...
[phone beeps]
I'm not lying.
[sighs]
[machines beeping]
[gentle, mysterious music]
[ominous music]
[exhale]
- Hey. Um, the copier
says out of order.
- Right, yeah,
Frank said it needs repair.
But you can use the one
in the Pro Shop.
[sighs]
[phone ringing tone]
[indistinct chatter]
- Well, what we got to do
is move that pin from 17
because no one's ever
going to make that shot.
[phone ringing]
[laughing]
Pardon me, gentlemen.
What is it? I'm in the middle
of a business dinner.
- Meet me here tonight.
- Tonight?
That's impossible.
- 10 o'clock. Be here.
- Vanessa!
- I was wondering when
you were going to be home.
- Ugh, crazy day.
Just came back
from the hospital.
Second time today.
- Yeah, I heard.
How's the caddie?
- Still critical.
Still in a coma.
- That's terrible.
- Do you think the paper
will do a story on the caddie?
- I mean, they'll do something
with the Metro Report.
They'll probably take tips
from the public.
But guess who I spoke to today.
Tracy Harkin.
- What?
- Yeah, she emailed the editor
about doing a story
on her sister.
He tossed it to me.
- Why you?
- Well, he knows
that I'm intrigued
by the management of the Club.
- You didn't tell me that.
- Well, there's nothing to tell.
I mean, you know,
he doesn't even know that
there's a story there,
but he's letting me pursue it.
- Have you looked
into Frank Sanders?
- Just an internet search.
Why? You think there's
something there?
- Maybe.
- Okay, alright, well,
I'll look into it.
Want to mix the salad
while I get the pasta?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
So I am meeting Tracy
in the morning.
- You buried the lead.
- She wants the paper to do
a story on her sister Lisa
to pressure the police into
making the investigation public.
- I can't believe they're so
reluctant to tell her anything.
Harlan's got high-level
contacts.
If he hints that we're doing
a story of police stonewalling
a family member,
maybe that'll make a difference.
- Maybe.
[rhythmic music]
- Sit.
- I don't appreciate being
summoned like this.
- I said, "Sit."
I'll need your personal
guarantee that you'll transfer
my share of the tournament fees
within 24 hours
of the completion.
- Yeah, I can do that.
- And...
After speaking with the girls,
my take will be 25%.
[scoffs]
Plus a fixed fee
of $10,000 for my team.
- That's a little rich.
- And not just this tournament.
I'm counting on them
every two months.
If you can't deliver,
we're done.
- That is not how this works.
- You owe me. Remember?
I'll decide how this works.
- I have other partners
on this deal.
I was being very
generous at 15%.
- Do I need to remind you
that I got you out of
a very sticky situation?
Taking care of a dead body.
Not going to the police.
- The police?
Sweetie,
you run a call-girl service.
I don't think you're
going to the police.
- You don't know
what I'm capable of.
- Vanessa, please.
- That's the deal.
I suggest you take it.
Show him out.
- I don't like being threatened.
[roadway noises]
- Thanks for meeting me here.
Tell me about Lisa and her job
at the Country Club.
- She liked her boss, Ava.
She never really said
anything bad about her.
- Could you think of anything
of why she might have left?
- She vaguely mentions
some financial stuff
she thought seemed odd,
but she never really seemed
concerned about it.
Not like that.
It's not like
she was being threatened.
She would have told me.
Whatever she came across
must have happened
right before her last day.
- Was she talking
to anybody else?
- I introduced her
to some of the staff.
I think she sort of
dated one of the caddies.
- Do you know who?
- Milo. They were friends.
- Did you know
he was in the hospital?
He was hit by a car
a few nights ago.
- My god...
It all adds up.
- What do you mean?
- They got Lisa.
Milo is her friend, and now
they want to shut him up too.
It's obvious
that they're doing this.
- Tracy, we don't know that,
okay?
[bell on door ringing]
- What's it going to take to get
someone to believe
that something is going on
at that Club?
- Tracy, I know how horrible
this is for you.
Okay? My editor is putting
a lot of pressure on the cops.
He's demanding a statement about
your sister's disappearance.
- Statement. A statement?
- He's trying to make
the investigation go public.
- I'm probably next.
- Tracy, just...
- I'm not safe here.
- Tracy, we can help you.
[bell on door ringing]
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone vibrating]
- Hey, Mom. It's me.
Can I come stay for a few days?
I'm worried about...
[tires screeching]
[screaming]
[horn honking continuously]
[groaning]
[phone ringing tone]
- Better Business Bureau.
- Yes, I'm trying
to find out some information
about a company
that went into bankruptcy.
- Of course.
The name of the company?
- Yes, Gregson Securities.
- Gregson Securities...
- CEO was Frank Sanders.
- Yes, I see it here.
But no "Frank Sanders"
associated with that business.
- No one by that name.
- No.
- Who was the CEO
of record in 2007?
- I'm seeing a "Gary Withomes."
- Okay.
- I hope that's helpful.
- Yeah, absolutely.
Wonderful.
- Anything else?
- No, you've been a great help.
- Thanks for calling.
- Have a good day. Bye-bye.
[gentle, mysterious music]
[knocking]
- Cassie? What's up?
- Um, is Jeb here?
- Jeb? Uh, no.
What's going on?
- I know we don't know
each other very well,
but I'm friends with Milo
and I'm trying to help him.
- Do you know who ran him over?
- No.
[sighs]
- Cassie, um...
Milo thought that
the scholarship fund
took in more money
than they gave out.
They were like, stealing
from it or something.
- What?
- I think he was just
suspicious from what he was
reading online or whatever.
Why did you ask about Jeb?
[scoffs]
- I think he's working
for Frank.
- What do you mean?
- Well, at the hospital
yesterday,
I heard him on the phone.
He was upset with someone.
Like,
Like, they put him up
to something
that he didn't want to do.
- Wait...
You think Frank has something
to do with Milo's accident?
- I don't know.
That's why I need to find Jeb.
[phone ringing]
I got to take this.
- Cassie...
Just... be careful.
- Uh, Tracy was just
in a car accident.
- Oh, my God.
- Yeah, it happened right
after we met for coffee.
- You think someone could have
caused the accident?
- I don't know, I mean...
First Milo, now this.
It's odd.
- Are you at the Gazette?
- Yeah, I am.
- I'm coming over.
- I must admit your story's
compelling.
But you need to confirm it.
The scholarship scam
lacks evidence.
You're at dead ends
with Lisa Harkin and Milo.
And Tracy's accident
is just that.
There's no story here.
- Well,
can we pressure the police?
- Nah, even if they would pay
attention, it might backfire.
- How?
- Frank Sanders
and the board could sue.
- And say what?
- Claim defamation.
Saying we're intentionally
destroying
the Club's reputation,
costing them millions.
Look, this has been very
illuminating.
But we got deadlines.
Jamie, you bring me
something on Sanders
and I'll listen.
But I can't run
a paper on hunches.
- Of course, sir.
- Yeah. Good luck.
- What now?
- Well, I've got a lead
that could be helpful.
I uncovered a court-issued
acquittal of Frank
from a lawsuit filed
against him a few years ago.
- Sounds promising.
- Yeah, what are you
going to do?
- Go see Ava.
- Ava?
- If anyone knows
what's going on, it's her.
What do we have to lose, right?
- Right.
- Love you.
- Love you.
[gentle, mysterious music]
[exhales]
- Embezzlement?
You're accusing us
of embezzling funds?
- Look, new membership
has doubled,
tournament registrations
are through the roof.
The scholarship is overfunded,
but the bank accounts are empty.
Where's the money, Ava?
It's going somewhere,
you have to see that.
- Cassie,
this conversation is over.
[sighs]
I'm afraid your employment
will be terminated
after this weekend.
- What? You're firing me?
- I just can't see how
you can continue to work here.
Finish up the vendor contracts.
I'll take over after that.
- And if I don't?
- I wouldn't push it.
- You're either incredibly
naive...
Or you're in on it.
- You know what?
You can leave now.
[phone ringing]
- This is Cassie.
Mm-hmm, yeah, I'll be on
that paperwork in five minutes.
Mm-hmm.
- Finish your job.
And stay out of our business.
- It was you on the phone
with Jeb, wasn't it?
He's your guy, isn't he?
I know Lisa Harkin
found something.
She was going to expose you
and you got rid of her.
Is she dead?
- I don't like being accused.
There are consequences.
- Consequences?
Like what happened to Milo?
Or Tracy Harkin?
- Get out.
Now.
Get out of here!
- Do you really want
to make a scene?
[sighs]
- This is Frank Sanders.
I have a security problem
in the executive offices.
[indistinct chatter]
- You're awake!
- Hey, Cassie.
- I took off work to come
and check in on my caddie
to see how he was doing.
- Yeah, your dad's
been giving me legal advice
on medical insurance.
Says he can make sure
the Club covers my bills.
- Well, how are you feeling?
- Better.
I have a major concussion,
but...
They say I'm very lucky.
- I'm so sorry.
- It was no accident, Cassie.
They ran me down.
- You can't be sure of that.
no
I think they're trying
to shut me up.
- Who's trying to shut you up?
- They're embezzling money
from the Club.
Lots of money.
- How do you know that?
- Lisa and I were really close.
And she told me that she
overheard conversations
about a huge scam going on
with the membership dues.
Like, hundreds of thousands
of dollars.
- Who did she overhear?
- She didn't say.
And management seemed to know
everything we were doing.
- Like what?
- I mentioned some of the things
that she told me
to some of the guys
and next thing...
She was gone.
- Was Jeb there?
- Yeah. He was there.
- You should get some rest.
- Thank you, Mr. Randolf.
- Glad you're feeling better.
- Thanks.
[footsteps]
- I don't know.
Just because that girl
said those things,
doesn't make them true.
- Dad...
I got fired.
- Oh, Cassie,
I'm so sorry.
- I confronted Ava
with my suspicions
and she didn't want to hear it.
- You sure about all this?
- I had to do it, Dad.
- In some ways,
I'm glad you're out of there.
It isn't a good fit
with Frank running the show.
You're okay, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
I really believe that
what Lisa told Milo is true.
- I'll do what I can
to make the board aware.
[sighs]
You'll go on to find
something better, okay?
- I have to see this through.
Don't worry about me.
- I always worry about you,
honey.
[phone ringing]
Love you.
- I love you too.
Hello?
- This is Tracy Harkin.
I got a message
you wanted to chat.
- Yes!
Thank you for calling me.
I heard you were
in an accident,
are you alright?
- Yeah. I'm a bit bruised up,
but I'm fine.
- My gosh,
it must have been so scary.
- Cassie, I think
it was intentional.
They said my brakes failed.
- Oh my gosh.
- I just had my brakes serviced.
[sighs]
- The Gazette is interested
in your story.
Getting it out in public
can make all the difference.
- Forget that. I just called
to tell you to be careful.
'Cause...
I was lucky
and my sister was not.
And you could be next.
- If we could just get some
of the circumstances
of your accident out there,
then maybe we could...
- No, no. I gotta go.
[distant machines beeping]
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I'm sorry they did this
to you, man.
- They?
- Sanders asked me
to keep an eye on you.
He was worried about what Lisa
may have told you.
- How does he even
know about us, Jeb?
- I told him.
He wanted to know
who she was hanging out with.
- Why would you do that?
- I needed the money.
I told him about what you said
at the party
and how you were going
to expose him.
And now you end up here.
- And Lisa?
Where did she end up?
Huh?
[sighs]
My god, Jeb...
I thought we were friends.
- We were... We are!
We are friends.
Look, Sanders is lying.
Okay?
He's denying he had anything
to do with your accident, but...
- Jeb?
You gotta tell the cops.
- I can't do that, Milo.
- Then, why are you here?
- I gotta go.
- No. Jeb!
Jeb!
- Hey, Jeb!
- I don't want to talk to you.
- I heard what you said to Milo.
He's right.
You have to go to the cops.
It's the only way to expose
Frank Sanders.
[sighs]
What?
Tell me.
- He asked me to follow Lisa.
To keep an eye on her
because he thought
that she was up to something.
And...
He said that she could
ruin the Club
and that I would be
out of a job.
- What was she up to?
- She kept digging
into the Club's finances, and...
I guess it pissed him off.
- What did she find?
- I don't know.
But whatever it was,
it had to be very important.
- Listen to me.
Go to the cops,
tell them what you know.
- You crazy?
And get myself killed?
No, thanks.
- Hey, love.
Where are you?
- Hey, at the hospital.
About to head to Pinecrest.
- Pinecrest?
- Jeb was just here.
Apparently, Frank had him
following Lisa Harkin around.
Said she was putting her nose
where it didn't belong.
I have to print that document.
It's our only way
of proving something.
- God, Cassie,
if they catch you...
- I know.
Did you find anything?
- Yes. I got to talk
to Sanders's ex-partner.
He hates the guy.
I mean, he bled the company dry
and then declared bankruptcy.
He's convinced that Pinecrest
is another one
of Sanders' scams.
- By the way,
give Tracy a call when you can.
I don't think the car crash
was an accident.
Someone tampered
with her brakes.
You can probably find proof
if you locate the wrecked car.
I got to go.
- Yeah, I'll see you soon.
- Okay, love you.
[gentle music]
[insects chirping]
[keys rattling]
[]
[beeping]
[printer humming]
[Ava]: Not on the desk.
[Frank]: Oh, what's the matter?
Okay, okay, I get it.
Let's go to the couch out there.
- This is getting old, Frank.
With all the money you made
from the tournament,
why can't you get a hotel suite
like a normal philanderer?
- Don't be such a princess.
You never complained before.
- Well, I am now.
Go get some glasses
from the kitchen.
I need a drink.
- Why are so pissed?
- I want a bigger share, Frank.
If it weren't for me,
there would be no tournament.
- Ava...
You are missing
the bigger picture.
The tournament is just
a small piece of it.
With the membership dues
and the scholarship funds,
we'll have over two million
dollars set aside just for us.
Then, we just have to wait
for Pinecrest to file
for Chapter 11.
- Maybe I don't trust you.
[phone vibrating]
[Frank]: What's that noise?
Well... Isn't this a surprise?
[ominous music]
- I just came to grab
a few things from my desk.
- How long have you been there?
- What's in your hand?
- Uh, just some forms
I need for my employment.
- Oh, show me.
- Stop her!
- Come here.
[screaming]
- Let go of me!
No, no, please!
- Stop!
- Ooh...
Ava, you sure you know
how to use that thing?
- Trust me,
I know how to use it.
You're a very determined girl,
Cassie.
You know, I genuinely liked you.
But all that doesn't matter now.
[crying]
- What happened to Lisa?
- Oh, she was very
determined too.
But she was sloppy.
And sloppy can be dangerous
when you underestimate
your opponent.
- You had something
to do with Lisa?
- Oh, a bit.
- You were supposed
to scare her into quitting.
- Well, I needed a more
permanent solution, Frank!
[crying]
- There is a mountain of money
that is missing from this Club.
It's going to come out
eventually.
- Maybe.
But not tonight!
- What are you doing?
- Move.
- No, no!
- Let's go!
- No!
[Ava]: Come on!
[Cassie]: Let go of me!
[struggling]
- Shut up!
Ava! What is the plan?
- Move your ass.
[thuds, grunts]
[groans]
She's going for the carts!
[engines rearing]
[gasping]
- Oh, no!
[shouting]
Stop!
[panting]
Now what?
- You're about to get
into a little accident!
- What?
- Frank, take off her blouse.
- What is the plan, Ava?
- Do it!
- No, stop!
No! Stop, stop!
[breathing heavily]
I'll do it. I'll do it.
- Go on, then.
You heard me, do it!
[sobbing]
You know what to do, Frank.
Rough her up!
- What?
- Make it look good.
Lonely girl goes
for a midnight walk.
Ends up dead!
- Are you kidding?
- Does it look like I'm kidding?
Hit her!
- My god.
This is what you did
with the caddie.
You were supposed to spook him,
not try to kill him!
And the sister's accident...
- Oh, you're brilliant, Frank.
Now, get to work!
- No.
Ava, we got to let her go.
Take our chances in court.
- Maybe you will.
- Give me the gun.
You have to.
[gunshot]
[screaming, sobbing]
- Oh, my God.
Ava, please.
Please don't do this.
- You're about to become another
unfortunate crime statistic.
- I won't say a word.
[crying]
You will never see me again.
- Get down!
[screaming]
[struggling]
[tense music]
- Stop.
[gunshot]
[panting]
Tracy?
- Keep the gun on her!
- I'm okay.
- You okay?
- Yeah, but I can't
believe it's you.
- I didn't come alone.
- What?
- Cassie!
- Jamie? Jamie, it's Ava.
Frank... Frank, he's been shot.
He's over there.
- Let go of me!
- What happened to my sister?
Answer me!
- She had to go.
She stuck her nose
where it didn't belong.
- You killed my sister
for money?
Cassie, give me the gun.
- No.
- Give it to me!
- No!
- Give me the gun.
She'll get away with it!
- Tracy,
I will not let you
throw your life away.
- Yes, a man has been shot.
I need the police
and an ambulance.
Pinecrest Country Club.
- Don't move.
- I'm just so...
So sick of being used
by these self-righteous
Country Club low lives!
Covering up their scams
day after day...
Only to be pushed down
in the end.
- There's no sympathy for you.
Where is she?
Where is my sister?
- She's in the pond
by the 16th green.
- They're on the way.
- Stay down, Ava!
[gentle piano music]
Tracy...
I'm so sorry.
[sobbing]
- It was self-defence!
[indistinct chatter]
- I reprinted Lisa's documents.
It shows how much
they were skimming
off the membership dues.
- Who knew? Behind the scenes
of a Country Club
could be a good story.
You got good instincts.
[rhythmic music]
[insects chirping]
- Let's play another game.
- What kind of game?
- One that I know.
Without any rules.
[lips smacking]
- Sounds interesting.
Later, alright?
- Come on!
Don't be such a party pooper.
I've never done it on
a golf course before.
It's going to be fun.
- You never let me down.
- Of course not, baby.
I'm all yours.
- And I am going
to let Vanessa know
that you are worth every penny.
[giggling]
- Come on, Frankie.
[laughing]
- Now look what you did.
- Believe me,
I am a lot more fun
than that putter.
- Later, later! Okay?
- Come on, baby.
Let me show you
how to have some real fun.
- Stop it. Just stop it!
[screaming, thudding]
[gentle, mysterious music]
[sighs]
Hey...
We have a problem.
[thunder booming]
[fantastical music]
[panting]
- Good morning to us.
- Morning.
- Do we have to get up?
- No.
[laughing]
- Get in here.
[sighing]
- What's on your mind?
- Nothing. I'm good.
- Mm, I wish we could just
lay here all day.
- Mm-hmm.
- Forget about the world.
- Yeah, me too.
Well, we can't.
Because somebody's got
a first day at
a fancy Country Club.
[laughing]
- Oh, I know, I know.
- This is new to you.
- Ugh. Damn, it's later
than I thought.
- Going to miss it?
- Yeah...
- Okay.
- Okay.
- So are you getting
the first-day jitters?
- Let's just say...
I'd like to get this
day behind me.
- Let me know when you want
to take up golf lessons.
- Yeah, I don't think
you're going to have
to worry about that.
My dad desperately tried
to get me to play golf
and it did not go over well.
- Sounds about right.
[chuckling]
- I just never understand
the fascination
with trying
to shoot a tiny ball
into a tiny hole
miles and miles away.
[chuckling]
- Can't say that I'm any help.
- Oh, do you want to pick up
something for dinner?
- Oh, I can't.
I'm on a deadline.
Interview with
a city councilman.
- Mm, city councilman.
Make sure you get all the dirt.
- You know I will.
[birds chirping]
[gentle music]
- Try to stay left of the trap.
There's a new hazard
on the other side.
- You sure about that?
- Yes, sir.
[sighs]
- Damn it!
How's your caddie scholarship
coming along?
- I'm working on it.
- Alright. Make sure
it gets in by deadline.
- I will, sir.
- Whoa, Blake,
nice shot, buddy.
Didn't know you had it in you.
I'll make sure it gets
to the top of the pile.
- I'll make sure
it's in on time.
Thank you so much, sir.
- Yeah.
[footsteps]
- Cassie! So rude of me
to keep you waiting
on your first day.
I'm sorry.
- No need to apologize.
- Ready to get started?
- Can't wait.
- Great, let's go.
So the previous assistant
manager departed rather abruptly
and left things
in a bit of a mess.
- Not a problem.
- So there are several weddings
on the schedule. Catering will
have those covered for you,
but you should be in touch
with the clients.
- I'll follow up
with them right away.
- You're the Club's ambassador.
It's important to stay
focused on our members.
Make sure they're taken
care of promptly.
- Of course.
- Your highest priority
will be to oversee
the men's round-robin tournament
scheduled for the end
of the month.
It's a big event.
I'll send you a list of the food
vendors I need you to handle.
- That's soon.
- It is.
- That's okay.
I'm used to high pressure.
At my previous job
as a corporate events planner,
functions always came up
last minute.
- That's why I hired you.
Well, here's your desk.
- Great!
I'll go ahead and get started.
- We're glad to have you.
- Thanks.
- Alright, boys!
[claps]
- Hey. How did it go?
- It's fine.
- You know what I mean.
- He, uh, he put two balls O.B.
then made me tell the other
players they were in-bounds.
- Yeah, guy's a prick.
- Yeah, well,
he can't stand losing a bet.
Even if it means cheating.
- So you heard they fired Lisa?
- No, that sucks.
- Yeah.
- Weren't you guys dating?
- Yeah, but before she left,
she told me that the Club
was going to cut our pay.
- What?
- Yeah.
- You're kidding.
- I don't know, man.
The timing of it all
just seems weird.
- All right fellas, back at it.
- Alright, I'll see you later.
- Yeah.
- You ready?
- Yes, sir.
- Yahoo.
- Dad.
What are you doing here?
- Well, it's not every day
a father gets to check in
on his daughter's
first day of work.
- You came all the way out here
just for that?
- Of course!
And I'm filling up a threesome
at one o'clock.
- That's what I thought.
- Did Ava tell you
about the tournament?
- She did.
My predecessor left
kind of abruptly
so I am still trying
to make sense of things.
- So I heard.
The man's round-robin
is the biggest event
of our year.
- Brad, I thought
I heard a familiar voice.
- Ava...
Just stopped by
to say hi to Cassie.
- Yes, well,
she's off to a wonderful start.
- That's great to hear.
Well, tee time.
Don't want to be late.
So... You call me later?
- Yeah. Bye, Dad.
- Oh, Brad.
thanks for stopping by.
So, you settling in okay?
- I think so.
- Great.
Do you know you're
one lucky girl?
I certainly didn't have
a dotting father like him.
Well, back to work.
- Yeah.
- Hey! Brad.
- Hey, Frank,
how did you do out there today?
- Ah, you know.
Same old, same old.
Half a dozen pars
that should've been birdies
and the three-puts
are killing me, but...
[chuckles]
I still made a few bucks.
Hey, did you check in
on your girl?
- Yeah, she's settling in.
- Good, good.
You know, I think
she'll do well here.
But um...
You know, I did have
to stick my neck out for her
with the board.
- Oh, yeah?
- Well,
some of our members
who don't know you so well
had questions about her
previous employment.
But...
I assured them
of your stellar reputation
and that you wouldn't
let us down.
- I didn't realize
it had come to that.
- Yeah...
- I'm sure your position
as Club president helped out.
- Well, a few members
of the board are my friends
so my opinion does
hold a little sway.
- Nelson, party of four.
Please report to the first tee.
Your start time
is in five minutes.
- That's my group.
I got to go.
- Hey, have a great round.
- And Frank...
- Yeah?
- Thank you for your help
with this board.
- You bet.
[engine rearing]
- Hi, this is Cassie Randolf.
I am the new
assistant manager here
at the Pinecrest Country Club.
I was just calling
to follow up on the upcoming
bid you submitted.
If you could please give me
a call back
to confirm the details,
that would be wonderful.
- Cassie.
You were looking for me?
- Yes, so I checked
with the bank
and the operations account
is empty.
I'll need money in it
for the start-up deposits.
- Right...
Well, I'm just headed out
to a meeting, but I'll look
into that when I get back.
- Great.
Um, Ava...
- Yes?
- Can I ask you what happened
with Lisa Harkin?
- It was so unfortunate
it didn't work out with her.
You knew her?
- No. But my dad
knows her sister.
She is a server
in the dining room.
- Well, one day she just
stopped showing up.
She disconnected her phone,
shut off her social media.
I don't know,
they say she had
some personal problems.
But I'm sure her sister
would know better than me.
But I'm late, so...
I wouldn't waste any time trying
to figure out Lisa Harkin.
[sighs]
[gentle music]
- How was the interview?
- Oh, God, it was a bust.
He wouldn't comment on
the improper use of funds.
And they think the Gazette
is politically biased
to question his trip
to the Bahamas
with a "female associate."
- Um, makes sense.
- Right?
So how's your new boss?
- She's okay.
Bit of a micromanager.
- You've had bosses
like that before.
- I know, but it's just weird
because the last girl
who had the job before me
just up and left.
No one knows where she went.
- People do that.
- I guess.
This whole private club scene
takes some getting used to.
- Yeah. You know my father
actually joined a private club
just to play tennis?
- What?
- Yeah.
- No, I figured your family
was part of the whole
anti-private club society.
- No, exactly.
I don't know... He just had
a hard time fitting in
and he thought everybody
was ultra cliquish.
And eventually, they started
raising the fees and
he quit the Club and tennis.
- That sucks.
- I know.
We always thought
the private club
looked right on the outside.
But on the inside...
They don't always appear...
to be what they are.
And then,
we start pulling back
the layers...
one by one.
To find out what's
really going on.
[chuckles]
You find all kinds
of decadent things.
- Oh, I see.
- Mm-hmm.
[chuckling]
[birds chirping]
- Hey, Chris.
Good morning.
Morning, Anne.
[gentle music]
[keys rattling]
[exhales]
[keyboard clicking]
[muffled moaning]
[Frank]: Okay! Good morning.
[Frank chuckles]
I got a busy day today,
but I'll call you later tonight?
- I... may not be up.
- Don't be coy.
Alright, I got to get on.
Thanks.
- Have a great day, Frank.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
I'm telling you they're
having an affair.
- Did you tell your dad?
- What good would that do?
- My advice is just do
what every other hard-working
employee in America
does in your situation.
Just do your job and act like
nothing happened.
- I guess.
Fine, got to go.
- Okay, love, bye.
- Hey.
I'm Milo.
I caddie for your dad.
- Yeah, yeah, I remember you.
I'm Cassie.
- So you work here now?
- Yup. Just started.
- Welcome to Pinecrest.
- Yeah, seems like a pretty
good place to work so far.
[chuckles]
- I hope it stays that way.
- Milo... Let's go.
- Should probably get going.
I'll see you around.
- See you.
[gentle, mysterious music]
- Carry that for me.
- Hey, Ava.
- Cassie, hi!
- Can I talk to you
for a quick second?
- Of course.
Yes, sit down.
- Great. So...
I was looking over
the cost report
from last year's
round-robin tournament,
and the totals far exceed what
we have in our current budget.
- Right, yes. Actually,
disregard those numbers.
Our accounting team co-mingled
data from multiple events.
Luckily, I caught it before it
circulated to the membership.
Can't imagine what a scandal
that would have been.
- Yeah.
- Is there anything else?
- So I should just be working
with the current budget?
- Yes. I actually adjusted
the payroll account
to make up for that deficit.
- You took money out of payroll?
- Yeah, but, you know,
the support staff and caddies
will get a bit of a haircut.
It will be fine.
Oh, make sure you shred that.
It's confidential.
- Right.
- Yeah.
- Okay. Thanks so much.
- Mm-hmm.
Of course.
[gentle piano music]
-What's up, Owen?
- What's up, dude?
- Milo, I got an early
foursome at 6:30,
do you want it?
- You can't do it?
- Lacey's coming over.
- Who's it with?
- Butch Watkins.
- Alright, you owe me.
What's up, fellas?
Thought you could use one.
- Thanks.
Any updates on Lisa?
[sighs]
- No.
Doesn't make any sense.
Why would she leave
without saying anything?
- Maybe she just wanted out,
you know?
No strings.
- Maybe.
What are you working on?
- Scholarship application.
They want a ton of info from me.
It's a pain.
- Yeah, I know you said
Frank will help you out,
but you sure he's not just
stringing you along?
- I mean, I'll never know unless
I finish and submit, right?
- Yeah, but think about it.
- Milo, I can't be a caddie
my whole life.
A four-year college scholarship
is a game-changer.
- Dude, I know, I get it...
- There's this guy
from Larchmont that got one
a couple of years ago,
he's now making six figures
at a financial firm.
- Are you sure about that?
- About what?
- An ex-caddie
is making six figures?
- It's right here
on the website.
[sighs]
Take a look.
The guy was making twelve
dollars an hour as a caddie.
He got a full ride to SMU,
changed his life.
- Okay.
Do you see this?
- So there is a ton of money.
- Yeah, but they only awarded
two scholarships.
What is that in tuition?
Like 35K each?
- Yeah, about that. Why?
- Okay, so that's what?
140 thousand times two.
They brought in 580 thousand.
Where's the rest of the money?
- I don't know. They invest
for the future or something.
- Dude, think about it.
They put away $300,000
as a rainy day fund.
You don't think
that sounds sketchy?
- Well, whatever. Still going
to complete the application.
[sighs]
- Whatever, man. Your life.
[footsteps]
[sighs]
- Yeah, no,
as soon as I can get the bride
to sign off on the menu,
I can cut you a check.
Yes, by Friday.
Okay, thanks so much.
- You think you know her
better than me?
She's only worked here
for a few months!
Like, I don't believe you.
She wouldn't just leave.
Something happened!
- I'm sorry.
I can't help you.
- Yeah... She said there was
all this weird stuff going on.
You're hiding something,
and I'm going to find
out what it is!
- If you don't calm down,
I'll call security.
- Oh, that will be fun.
Make someone else disappear!
[sighs]
[door slams]
- Tracy! I'm Cassie.
- I know. Your father
told me you took Lisa's place.
Just be careful.
This place is not what it seems.
- What do you mean?
It's a Country Club...
- Right?
The picture-perfect
setting of middle America!
That's what they
want you to think.
- Well, what happened in there?
- I quit.
- Is it about your sister?
- She worked here
for over six months
and then just vanished one day.
And all they say is that
she just walked out,
disconnected from her life,
and vanished.
- I'm sorry.
- I know something
happened to her.
- Is there any way
to prove it? I...
- I wish I knew how.
You got the job now.
Maybe you'll figure
something out.
[birds calling]
- I mean,
she was really upset.
- Really?
- Yeah, she thinks something
happened to her sister,
you know?
Something horrible...
- Cassie, I thought you were
just going to take my advice
and you know, just...
Focus on the job.
- Well, it's not that simple.
- Thank you, sir.
- I'm starting to think
Lisa Harkin didn't just quit
for personal reasons.
- Then why?
- I'm not sure.
But her sister was thinking
some pretty horrible stuff.
- Oh, like what?
She was murdered?
- That's what she was implying.
[scoffs]
- Well, that's a little crazy,
Cassie. I mean, it's a freaking
Country Club, for God sakes.
- Well, like you said,
"When you peel back
the layers..."
- Yeah, but I was talking about
white-collar crime, not murder.
- I know, right? I mean...
What could be so awful
about a Country Club?
- Right.
[gentle music]
- So the Gazette loves his work.
The features editor
is leaving in the Fall
and they promised him the job.
- That's great.
Jamie's a good guy.
- He is.
- Would you like
something else to drink?
- No, thanks.
Dad, can I ask you
about Lisa Harkin?
You know why she left?
- No idea.
Her sister's a server here.
I don't see her here today.
- Well, it's because she quit.
- She quit?
- She accused the Club
of withholding information
about her sister's
disappearance.
- Disappearance?
I thought she took another job
somewhere else.
- Tracy is convinced they're
holding back information.
- Like what?
- I don't know.
Maybe they fired her and they're
trying to cover it up, or...
Something worse.
It's just weird
because Tracy never heard
from her after she left.
- Seriously?
- What do you know
about the Club finances?
- Finances?
- Tracy mentioned something
about financial irregularities.
From what I've seen over
the past couple of days,
the expenses are way out
of sync with the cash flow.
They run a large deficit.
- I think that's because...
Between us,
the Club's not the same anymore.
Ever since Frank Sanders
took over as president.
It feels... different.
- Different how?
- He initiated new policies
to raise cash
including a new
membership drive.
I used to know most
of the members,
and now, I hardly recognize
a single face.
- Something just feels off,
you know?
- Frank!
- Hey, Brad.
How are you doing?
- Fine.
You know my daughter, Cassie.
- Of course.
She's quickly becoming
a vital part of our Club.
You know Ava, well,
she has all the confidence
in the world
in your little girl.
We're counting on
an impressive tournament.
Even bigger than last year,
aren't we?
- It'll all come together,
I'm sure.
- Of course, it will.
Enjoy your lunch.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine,
he just creeps me out.
- I'm sorry if I made a mistake
suggesting you for this job.
- Don't worry about it, Dad.
I can handle it.
- I know you can, sweetie.
- Alright... So I got a text
a few days ago
saying that the Club
intends to cut our pay.
As much as 20 percent,
probably starting next week.
- What? How do you know?
- Lisa told me.
Before she quit.
Look the point is,
they're throwing a huge
tournament next week,
instead of giving us a bonus,
they're cutting back.
- So what do you suggest?
- We strike.
Now while we have leverage.
- Okay, but what's
stopping them from bringing
caddies from other clubs?
- No way they will have enough
time to get the word out. Plus,
I know that our Pinecrest
members will back us.
If you guys agree,
I'll reach out to the others.
- I don't know, man. I mean,
threatening with a strike
this close to a tournament...
They can just keep us on
and fire us when it's over.
- Yeah, also, I heard
they're bringing in players
from other clubs and they bring
their own caddies.
- What? They're not allowed
to bring non-members.
- Maybe, but they're doing it.
- You guys...
This is our one chance
to get what's fair.
- I don't see it that way.
I'd rather be a team player,
take a short-term cut,
and still have a job.
I'm out.
- You're being really
shortsighted here, man.
Owen?
- I don't know, man.
- Really? You too?
You know these guys
are crooks, man.
You saw it with
the scholarship fund.
- I'm sorry, dude.
- Alright, whatever.
- What about the scholarship?
- It's a scam.
They're taking in way more money
than they're giving out.
- It's a big accusation.
They catch wind of you saying
that, you'll get fired.
- Yeah, well, it's true.
Look, I talked to Lisa already.
She told me there's some strange
financial stuff going on.
I'm talking, like,
fake accounts,
money gone. All kinds of stuff.
- Yeah, then where is she now?
- I don't know.
They got to her.
[scoffs]
- They got to her?
Yeah, right.
'Cause there is no proof, man.
She's a flake.
[sighs]
[curious music]
[sighs]
- So as you can see here,
the projected totals
will exceed reserves
even with
the payroll adjustment.
- Yes, uh...
Thank you for bringing
this to my attention.
I will reach out
to the accounting team.
It will require a draw from
the endowment fund,
which takes three signatures
from board members.
- Okay. I assume
that'll take a while.
- I actually have a meeting
with them in the morning.
Shouldn't be too long.
- Okay.
- Can you print three clean
copies of this for the morning?
- Absolutely.
- Okay.
Cassie? Let's just
keep this between us.
Yeah?
Don't discuss this with anyone.
Not even your dad.
- Sure.
[door creaking]
[sighs]
[printer humming]
[knocking]
- Hey, here.
- Oh, great, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm curious,
what was Lisa's last day?
- Her last day?
- Yeah, I'm just trying
to figure out
what project she finished.
- I think the Thursday
before you started.
- Like the 27th?
- I suppose.
Did you need something?
- No, I'm just
heading to the Pro Shop.
Can I get you something?
- No, I'm good.
- Okay.
[door slams]
[sighs]
- Vanessa.
What are you doing here?
- Came to see you.
- What do you want?
- I think we have
some unsettled business.
- What? The girl?
- If I recall,
we helped clean up a big mess
and kept you from
having to answer
some complicated questions.
- I thought we were
square on this.
She hit her head on accident.
I'm not to blame.
- She was my best earner.
Because of you,
my business is way down.
You owe me.
This is not settled.
- And make sure you run
that copy by me.
The Mayor's office wants
an opportunity to comment
before we publish.
- Will do. Harlan, quick thing.
Been following up on some rumors
about Pinecrest Country Club.
- What sort of rumors?
- Financial improprieties
and such.
You come across
anything like that?
- Can't say that I have.
But better be chasing
something sexy.
A bunch of rich, stuffed shirts
skimming money from each other
hardly generates sympathy
from our readers.
- Yeah, alright, I know.
I won't spend a whole
lot of time on it.
- Alright.
- Thank you, sir.
- Uh-huh.
[ominous music]
- This is Jamie.
Leave me a message.
- Hey, babe, just looking into
something. Be home soon.
[whimsical music]
[waterfall crashing]
- Hey, hey, hey.
Any beers left?
- Thought you were
bringing some.
- Dude, I couldn't get
to the store before it closed.
- Here.
- Thank you.
- Next time, it's on you.
- Sure. Is Milo here?
- He said he'd be here.
I'm sure he'll come around.
[beep]
[printer humming]
[floor creaking]
[sinister tone]
[gasps]
- Milo, what are you doing here?
- Look, I'm sorry.
There is something I need
to talk to you about.
- About what?
- There's a lot of shady things
going on here, Cassie.
Someone is embezzling
from the scholarship fund.
- How?
- Look, large donations
are made,
but the money's unaccounted for.
Tell me you have access
to those records.
- I don't know.
I haven't seen anything
about the scholarship fund.
- Look, I can't be seen here.
- Right.
- Meet me tomorrow morning
at the Meddle-Hour Coffee.
- Okay. What time?
- 10:30.
- Sure.
- Okay, see you there.
- Yeah.
[sighs]
[beeping]
- Frank!
- Cassie.
What are you doing here?
- Just finishing up
some work stuff.
And you?
- Oh, I forgot my phone charger.
It's 10 o'clock.
Are you, um...
Are you making copies?
- Yes.
Ava has a meeting with
the board in the morning
and she asked for copies
of the expense projections.
I wanted to have them ready.
- Well, I don't think Ava
would approve of you
working this late.
Why don't you save it
for tomorrow?
- Yes. I'm done,
just heading out.
- Alright.
Alright, I'll lock up.
[soft, ominous music]
[rhythmic music]
- What's up, boys?
How's the beer holding up?
- Hey, about time, man. Uh...
I got a couple left.
- Thank you.
- Glad you could finally
make it.
- Yeah.
I, uh, had a few things
to take care of.
- Is everything okay?
- Not really.
Sick of this place, dude.
- Where were you just now?
- Saw Cassie.
Told her about
the scholarship fund.
- Dude, you're going to get
in trouble. What can she do?
- Gonna find out.
I'm meeting her tomorrow.
I just don't understand
- Cassie!
- He creeped me out!
- You got to quit that damn job.
- I can't do that.
- Cassie, it's simple.
Just quit.
- Something is going on
and Lisa Harkin
is at the center of it.
Okay? The day she left,
she left after lunch.
No one saw her after that.
She came back in the middle
of the night to print something.
A two-page document.
- What was it?
- I don't know.
- Okay, okay.
Just stop, okay?
Listen to me.
This could be dangerous.
It is not worth the risk.
Suppose they had something to do
with that girl's disappearance.
- Like who?
- I don't know. The president,
the members of the board.
I mean, that woman
that you're working with.
It could be anyone.
- No, I'm in too deep.
- Hey, listen.
If you get close
to something sensitive,
something they don't want
anyone to know about...
You could get hurt.
- So what am I supposed to do?
Act like nothing happened,
forget about Lisa Harkin?
- I'm just worried about you.
Cassie.
Cassie, wait.
[sighs]
[waterfall crashing]
- You want to know what I really
think happened to Lisa?
- What?
- She found evidence of a scam
and they got to her.
- Still pushing that story,
Milo?
Told you to drop it.
- Screw you, Jeb.
I'm going to find out
what's going on,
and I'm actually going
to do something about it.
Unlike you lame pricks
that just sit there and look
the other way.
- Chill out, man.
- You work for a bunch
of corrupt scumbags.
And you don't even give a damn.
- You're drunk.
You're just making stuff up.
- Yeah, we'll see.
- Milo, hold on, dude.
- You can't play both sides,
dude.
You got to choose.
- You're overreacting, man.
- Right...
Leave me alone.
[gentle, mysterious music]
- Hi.
We spoke at Pinecrest
the day you left.
Need to talk about Lisa.
[keyboard clicking]
[rhythmic music]
- So I'd like to offer you
a business opportunity.
- Go on.
- What if we set some of our
more open-minded players
with your ladies
during the tournament?
A perk that I'm sure
they will pay handsomely for.
- And how's that work?
- Well, we can have a tent
set up off to the side
where the gentlemen
can engage...
Not only in golf gossip,
but also in the services
your ladies provide.
- Is that so?
- I am offering you
this opportunity
at great risk to myself.
Normally,
this event is for members only.
But I've expanded the audience
to include the entire valley.
And I can cut you in.
- What's my end?
- 15% of the gross sales.
And this is just the start.
- I'll think about it.
- So we're even?
- I'll let you know
when we're even.
[waterfall crashing]
[tense music]
- What is going on?
Yeah.
- Hey, listen,
Milo's trouble.
He thinks there's a money scam
with the golf scholarship.
- That's why you're calling?
- Yeah, he talked to that girl
that disappeared.
And I guess she told him stuff
about the Club.
- Quit.
The girl who quit.
- Right, quit.
- Okay, what did she tell him?
- I'm not sure,
but it's something
about you all being corrupt.
- Alright.
I'll take care of it.
- Frank,
he seems pretty serious.
- Jeb, relax.
I'm not that worried
about a pissed-off caddie.
- Hey.
We have a problem.
[crickets chirping]
[leaves rustling]
[tires screeching]
[screaming]
[gentle music]
- Jamie!
- Sir.
- I got an email
from a Tracy Harkin.
She asked us to look into
the disappearance of her sister
who worked at Pinecrest.
- That's the manager
that vanished.
- How did you know that?
- Well, she left during work
one day and never came back.
They claimed that she quit,
but no one's heard from her.
- And the cops?
- They accepted a missing
persons report,
but they're not sharing
anything with the public.
- Here's her number.
Check it out.
- You got it.
Hi, yes,
this is Jamie Foster.
I work for the Gazette.
I'm just following up
on the email you sent.
I'd like to set up a meeting.
You can reach me at this number.
[engine rearing]
- Thank you.
[sighs]
- What happened?
- Milo, he...
He got hit by a car last night.
On Porter Road.
- Oh, my god.
Is he okay?
- He's unconscious,
as far as I know.
I think they took him
to Midcity Hospital.
[sighs]
- We were supposed to meet
for coffee this morning.
- I'm Owen by the way.
- Cassie.
- I know Milo came
and talked to you
about the scholarship fund.
- And?
- And what?
- Well, do you know
anything about it?
- Listen, I have no idea.
- Seriously?
Isn't there anything
you can tell me?
- Tell you? Wha...
What? And end up like Milo?
No thanks.
[exhales]
- So I need to put out
a statement of sympathy for Milo
and let the members know
that this whole thing
was an accident.
- Okay.
Well, however you phrase it,
just make sure it doesn't
impact the tournament.
- Well, while we're
on that subject...
I need a bigger cut.
- I thought you said
it was big enough?
- Mm... Well, things
are getting complicated.
40%.
- 40?
- 40.
[knocking, door creaking]
[throat clearing]
- Sorry to interrupt.
- What is it?
- Um, I was just checking to see
how the board meeting went?
- Uh, it was cancelled.
- We will continue this later.
I have somewhere I need to be.
[clears throat]
- I need you to go
to the hospital
and check on this caddie's
condition.
- Well, I actually have some
work I need to do here.
- I need you there.
I have to put out a statement
to the membership
and need hourly updates
on his condition.
- Got it.
- Something else?
- Uh, no! Um...
I will shut the door.
[gentle, mysterious music]
- Hey.
You work at Pinecrest?
- Yeah. Cassie, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I'm Jeb.
I'm one of the caddies.
Milo's friend.
- Yeah, how is he?
[sighs]
- Well, as of a half hour ago,
he's still in a coma.
- That's terrible.
- Yeah.
I didn't realize that you
two were friends.
- My boss asked me
to come check on him.
We're all worried.
- Yeah, we had a little party
at the 16th hole last night,
and I guess...
He was walking home
when it happened.
- Who would do that
and not stop to help?
- Right.
[phone ringing]
I have to answer this.
- Hey,
what's the status on the kid?
- He's still out.
He's barely hanging on.
You know what, man,
this is crazy.
I had no idea when you asked me
to keep an eye on him
that this would happen.
- Relax, Jeb.
I had nothing to do with it.
- Yeah, but they
nearly killed him, Frank.
It's just not right.
- And I'm telling you
it was an accident.
- You're lying.
- I'm not...
[phone beeps]
I'm not lying.
[sighs]
[machines beeping]
[gentle, mysterious music]
[ominous music]
[exhale]
- Hey. Um, the copier
says out of order.
- Right, yeah,
Frank said it needs repair.
But you can use the one
in the Pro Shop.
[sighs]
[phone ringing tone]
[indistinct chatter]
- Well, what we got to do
is move that pin from 17
because no one's ever
going to make that shot.
[phone ringing]
[laughing]
Pardon me, gentlemen.
What is it? I'm in the middle
of a business dinner.
- Meet me here tonight.
- Tonight?
That's impossible.
- 10 o'clock. Be here.
- Vanessa!
- I was wondering when
you were going to be home.
- Ugh, crazy day.
Just came back
from the hospital.
Second time today.
- Yeah, I heard.
How's the caddie?
- Still critical.
Still in a coma.
- That's terrible.
- Do you think the paper
will do a story on the caddie?
- I mean, they'll do something
with the Metro Report.
They'll probably take tips
from the public.
But guess who I spoke to today.
Tracy Harkin.
- What?
- Yeah, she emailed the editor
about doing a story
on her sister.
He tossed it to me.
- Why you?
- Well, he knows
that I'm intrigued
by the management of the Club.
- You didn't tell me that.
- Well, there's nothing to tell.
I mean, you know,
he doesn't even know that
there's a story there,
but he's letting me pursue it.
- Have you looked
into Frank Sanders?
- Just an internet search.
Why? You think there's
something there?
- Maybe.
- Okay, alright, well,
I'll look into it.
Want to mix the salad
while I get the pasta?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
So I am meeting Tracy
in the morning.
- You buried the lead.
- She wants the paper to do
a story on her sister Lisa
to pressure the police into
making the investigation public.
- I can't believe they're so
reluctant to tell her anything.
Harlan's got high-level
contacts.
If he hints that we're doing
a story of police stonewalling
a family member,
maybe that'll make a difference.
- Maybe.
[rhythmic music]
- Sit.
- I don't appreciate being
summoned like this.
- I said, "Sit."
I'll need your personal
guarantee that you'll transfer
my share of the tournament fees
within 24 hours
of the completion.
- Yeah, I can do that.
- And...
After speaking with the girls,
my take will be 25%.
[scoffs]
Plus a fixed fee
of $10,000 for my team.
- That's a little rich.
- And not just this tournament.
I'm counting on them
every two months.
If you can't deliver,
we're done.
- That is not how this works.
- You owe me. Remember?
I'll decide how this works.
- I have other partners
on this deal.
I was being very
generous at 15%.
- Do I need to remind you
that I got you out of
a very sticky situation?
Taking care of a dead body.
Not going to the police.
- The police?
Sweetie,
you run a call-girl service.
I don't think you're
going to the police.
- You don't know
what I'm capable of.
- Vanessa, please.
- That's the deal.
I suggest you take it.
Show him out.
- I don't like being threatened.
[roadway noises]
- Thanks for meeting me here.
Tell me about Lisa and her job
at the Country Club.
- She liked her boss, Ava.
She never really said
anything bad about her.
- Could you think of anything
of why she might have left?
- She vaguely mentions
some financial stuff
she thought seemed odd,
but she never really seemed
concerned about it.
Not like that.
It's not like
she was being threatened.
She would have told me.
Whatever she came across
must have happened
right before her last day.
- Was she talking
to anybody else?
- I introduced her
to some of the staff.
I think she sort of
dated one of the caddies.
- Do you know who?
- Milo. They were friends.
- Did you know
he was in the hospital?
He was hit by a car
a few nights ago.
- My god...
It all adds up.
- What do you mean?
- They got Lisa.
Milo is her friend, and now
they want to shut him up too.
It's obvious
that they're doing this.
- Tracy, we don't know that,
okay?
[bell on door ringing]
- What's it going to take to get
someone to believe
that something is going on
at that Club?
- Tracy, I know how horrible
this is for you.
Okay? My editor is putting
a lot of pressure on the cops.
He's demanding a statement about
your sister's disappearance.
- Statement. A statement?
- He's trying to make
the investigation go public.
- I'm probably next.
- Tracy, just...
- I'm not safe here.
- Tracy, we can help you.
[bell on door ringing]
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone vibrating]
- Hey, Mom. It's me.
Can I come stay for a few days?
I'm worried about...
[tires screeching]
[screaming]
[horn honking continuously]
[groaning]
[phone ringing tone]
- Better Business Bureau.
- Yes, I'm trying
to find out some information
about a company
that went into bankruptcy.
- Of course.
The name of the company?
- Yes, Gregson Securities.
- Gregson Securities...
- CEO was Frank Sanders.
- Yes, I see it here.
But no "Frank Sanders"
associated with that business.
- No one by that name.
- No.
- Who was the CEO
of record in 2007?
- I'm seeing a "Gary Withomes."
- Okay.
- I hope that's helpful.
- Yeah, absolutely.
Wonderful.
- Anything else?
- No, you've been a great help.
- Thanks for calling.
- Have a good day. Bye-bye.
[gentle, mysterious music]
[knocking]
- Cassie? What's up?
- Um, is Jeb here?
- Jeb? Uh, no.
What's going on?
- I know we don't know
each other very well,
but I'm friends with Milo
and I'm trying to help him.
- Do you know who ran him over?
- No.
[sighs]
- Cassie, um...
Milo thought that
the scholarship fund
took in more money
than they gave out.
They were like, stealing
from it or something.
- What?
- I think he was just
suspicious from what he was
reading online or whatever.
Why did you ask about Jeb?
[scoffs]
- I think he's working
for Frank.
- What do you mean?
- Well, at the hospital
yesterday,
I heard him on the phone.
He was upset with someone.
Like,
Like, they put him up
to something
that he didn't want to do.
- Wait...
You think Frank has something
to do with Milo's accident?
- I don't know.
That's why I need to find Jeb.
[phone ringing]
I got to take this.
- Cassie...
Just... be careful.
- Uh, Tracy was just
in a car accident.
- Oh, my God.
- Yeah, it happened right
after we met for coffee.
- You think someone could have
caused the accident?
- I don't know, I mean...
First Milo, now this.
It's odd.
- Are you at the Gazette?
- Yeah, I am.
- I'm coming over.
- I must admit your story's
compelling.
But you need to confirm it.
The scholarship scam
lacks evidence.
You're at dead ends
with Lisa Harkin and Milo.
And Tracy's accident
is just that.
There's no story here.
- Well,
can we pressure the police?
- Nah, even if they would pay
attention, it might backfire.
- How?
- Frank Sanders
and the board could sue.
- And say what?
- Claim defamation.
Saying we're intentionally
destroying
the Club's reputation,
costing them millions.
Look, this has been very
illuminating.
But we got deadlines.
Jamie, you bring me
something on Sanders
and I'll listen.
But I can't run
a paper on hunches.
- Of course, sir.
- Yeah. Good luck.
- What now?
- Well, I've got a lead
that could be helpful.
I uncovered a court-issued
acquittal of Frank
from a lawsuit filed
against him a few years ago.
- Sounds promising.
- Yeah, what are you
going to do?
- Go see Ava.
- Ava?
- If anyone knows
what's going on, it's her.
What do we have to lose, right?
- Right.
- Love you.
- Love you.
[gentle, mysterious music]
[exhales]
- Embezzlement?
You're accusing us
of embezzling funds?
- Look, new membership
has doubled,
tournament registrations
are through the roof.
The scholarship is overfunded,
but the bank accounts are empty.
Where's the money, Ava?
It's going somewhere,
you have to see that.
- Cassie,
this conversation is over.
[sighs]
I'm afraid your employment
will be terminated
after this weekend.
- What? You're firing me?
- I just can't see how
you can continue to work here.
Finish up the vendor contracts.
I'll take over after that.
- And if I don't?
- I wouldn't push it.
- You're either incredibly
naive...
Or you're in on it.
- You know what?
You can leave now.
[phone ringing]
- This is Cassie.
Mm-hmm, yeah, I'll be on
that paperwork in five minutes.
Mm-hmm.
- Finish your job.
And stay out of our business.
- It was you on the phone
with Jeb, wasn't it?
He's your guy, isn't he?
I know Lisa Harkin
found something.
She was going to expose you
and you got rid of her.
Is she dead?
- I don't like being accused.
There are consequences.
- Consequences?
Like what happened to Milo?
Or Tracy Harkin?
- Get out.
Now.
Get out of here!
- Do you really want
to make a scene?
[sighs]
- This is Frank Sanders.
I have a security problem
in the executive offices.
[indistinct chatter]
- You're awake!
- Hey, Cassie.
- I took off work to come
and check in on my caddie
to see how he was doing.
- Yeah, your dad's
been giving me legal advice
on medical insurance.
Says he can make sure
the Club covers my bills.
- Well, how are you feeling?
- Better.
I have a major concussion,
but...
They say I'm very lucky.
- I'm so sorry.
- It was no accident, Cassie.
They ran me down.
- You can't be sure of that.
no
I think they're trying
to shut me up.
- Who's trying to shut you up?
- They're embezzling money
from the Club.
Lots of money.
- How do you know that?
- Lisa and I were really close.
And she told me that she
overheard conversations
about a huge scam going on
with the membership dues.
Like, hundreds of thousands
of dollars.
- Who did she overhear?
- She didn't say.
And management seemed to know
everything we were doing.
- Like what?
- I mentioned some of the things
that she told me
to some of the guys
and next thing...
She was gone.
- Was Jeb there?
- Yeah. He was there.
- You should get some rest.
- Thank you, Mr. Randolf.
- Glad you're feeling better.
- Thanks.
[footsteps]
- I don't know.
Just because that girl
said those things,
doesn't make them true.
- Dad...
I got fired.
- Oh, Cassie,
I'm so sorry.
- I confronted Ava
with my suspicions
and she didn't want to hear it.
- You sure about all this?
- I had to do it, Dad.
- In some ways,
I'm glad you're out of there.
It isn't a good fit
with Frank running the show.
You're okay, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
I really believe that
what Lisa told Milo is true.
- I'll do what I can
to make the board aware.
[sighs]
You'll go on to find
something better, okay?
- I have to see this through.
Don't worry about me.
- I always worry about you,
honey.
[phone ringing]
Love you.
- I love you too.
Hello?
- This is Tracy Harkin.
I got a message
you wanted to chat.
- Yes!
Thank you for calling me.
I heard you were
in an accident,
are you alright?
- Yeah. I'm a bit bruised up,
but I'm fine.
- My gosh,
it must have been so scary.
- Cassie, I think
it was intentional.
They said my brakes failed.
- Oh my gosh.
- I just had my brakes serviced.
[sighs]
- The Gazette is interested
in your story.
Getting it out in public
can make all the difference.
- Forget that. I just called
to tell you to be careful.
'Cause...
I was lucky
and my sister was not.
And you could be next.
- If we could just get some
of the circumstances
of your accident out there,
then maybe we could...
- No, no. I gotta go.
[distant machines beeping]
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I'm sorry they did this
to you, man.
- They?
- Sanders asked me
to keep an eye on you.
He was worried about what Lisa
may have told you.
- How does he even
know about us, Jeb?
- I told him.
He wanted to know
who she was hanging out with.
- Why would you do that?
- I needed the money.
I told him about what you said
at the party
and how you were going
to expose him.
And now you end up here.
- And Lisa?
Where did she end up?
Huh?
[sighs]
My god, Jeb...
I thought we were friends.
- We were... We are!
We are friends.
Look, Sanders is lying.
Okay?
He's denying he had anything
to do with your accident, but...
- Jeb?
You gotta tell the cops.
- I can't do that, Milo.
- Then, why are you here?
- I gotta go.
- No. Jeb!
Jeb!
- Hey, Jeb!
- I don't want to talk to you.
- I heard what you said to Milo.
He's right.
You have to go to the cops.
It's the only way to expose
Frank Sanders.
[sighs]
What?
Tell me.
- He asked me to follow Lisa.
To keep an eye on her
because he thought
that she was up to something.
And...
He said that she could
ruin the Club
and that I would be
out of a job.
- What was she up to?
- She kept digging
into the Club's finances, and...
I guess it pissed him off.
- What did she find?
- I don't know.
But whatever it was,
it had to be very important.
- Listen to me.
Go to the cops,
tell them what you know.
- You crazy?
And get myself killed?
No, thanks.
- Hey, love.
Where are you?
- Hey, at the hospital.
About to head to Pinecrest.
- Pinecrest?
- Jeb was just here.
Apparently, Frank had him
following Lisa Harkin around.
Said she was putting her nose
where it didn't belong.
I have to print that document.
It's our only way
of proving something.
- God, Cassie,
if they catch you...
- I know.
Did you find anything?
- Yes. I got to talk
to Sanders's ex-partner.
He hates the guy.
I mean, he bled the company dry
and then declared bankruptcy.
He's convinced that Pinecrest
is another one
of Sanders' scams.
- By the way,
give Tracy a call when you can.
I don't think the car crash
was an accident.
Someone tampered
with her brakes.
You can probably find proof
if you locate the wrecked car.
I got to go.
- Yeah, I'll see you soon.
- Okay, love you.
[gentle music]
[insects chirping]
[keys rattling]
[]
[beeping]
[printer humming]
[Ava]: Not on the desk.
[Frank]: Oh, what's the matter?
Okay, okay, I get it.
Let's go to the couch out there.
- This is getting old, Frank.
With all the money you made
from the tournament,
why can't you get a hotel suite
like a normal philanderer?
- Don't be such a princess.
You never complained before.
- Well, I am now.
Go get some glasses
from the kitchen.
I need a drink.
- Why are so pissed?
- I want a bigger share, Frank.
If it weren't for me,
there would be no tournament.
- Ava...
You are missing
the bigger picture.
The tournament is just
a small piece of it.
With the membership dues
and the scholarship funds,
we'll have over two million
dollars set aside just for us.
Then, we just have to wait
for Pinecrest to file
for Chapter 11.
- Maybe I don't trust you.
[phone vibrating]
[Frank]: What's that noise?
Well... Isn't this a surprise?
[ominous music]
- I just came to grab
a few things from my desk.
- How long have you been there?
- What's in your hand?
- Uh, just some forms
I need for my employment.
- Oh, show me.
- Stop her!
- Come here.
[screaming]
- Let go of me!
No, no, please!
- Stop!
- Ooh...
Ava, you sure you know
how to use that thing?
- Trust me,
I know how to use it.
You're a very determined girl,
Cassie.
You know, I genuinely liked you.
But all that doesn't matter now.
[crying]
- What happened to Lisa?
- Oh, she was very
determined too.
But she was sloppy.
And sloppy can be dangerous
when you underestimate
your opponent.
- You had something
to do with Lisa?
- Oh, a bit.
- You were supposed
to scare her into quitting.
- Well, I needed a more
permanent solution, Frank!
[crying]
- There is a mountain of money
that is missing from this Club.
It's going to come out
eventually.
- Maybe.
But not tonight!
- What are you doing?
- Move.
- No, no!
- Let's go!
- No!
[Ava]: Come on!
[Cassie]: Let go of me!
[struggling]
- Shut up!
Ava! What is the plan?
- Move your ass.
[thuds, grunts]
[groans]
She's going for the carts!
[engines rearing]
[gasping]
- Oh, no!
[shouting]
Stop!
[panting]
Now what?
- You're about to get
into a little accident!
- What?
- Frank, take off her blouse.
- What is the plan, Ava?
- Do it!
- No, stop!
No! Stop, stop!
[breathing heavily]
I'll do it. I'll do it.
- Go on, then.
You heard me, do it!
[sobbing]
You know what to do, Frank.
Rough her up!
- What?
- Make it look good.
Lonely girl goes
for a midnight walk.
Ends up dead!
- Are you kidding?
- Does it look like I'm kidding?
Hit her!
- My god.
This is what you did
with the caddie.
You were supposed to spook him,
not try to kill him!
And the sister's accident...
- Oh, you're brilliant, Frank.
Now, get to work!
- No.
Ava, we got to let her go.
Take our chances in court.
- Maybe you will.
- Give me the gun.
You have to.
[gunshot]
[screaming, sobbing]
- Oh, my God.
Ava, please.
Please don't do this.
- You're about to become another
unfortunate crime statistic.
- I won't say a word.
[crying]
You will never see me again.
- Get down!
[screaming]
[struggling]
[tense music]
- Stop.
[gunshot]
[panting]
Tracy?
- Keep the gun on her!
- I'm okay.
- You okay?
- Yeah, but I can't
believe it's you.
- I didn't come alone.
- What?
- Cassie!
- Jamie? Jamie, it's Ava.
Frank... Frank, he's been shot.
He's over there.
- Let go of me!
- What happened to my sister?
Answer me!
- She had to go.
She stuck her nose
where it didn't belong.
- You killed my sister
for money?
Cassie, give me the gun.
- No.
- Give it to me!
- No!
- Give me the gun.
She'll get away with it!
- Tracy,
I will not let you
throw your life away.
- Yes, a man has been shot.
I need the police
and an ambulance.
Pinecrest Country Club.
- Don't move.
- I'm just so...
So sick of being used
by these self-righteous
Country Club low lives!
Covering up their scams
day after day...
Only to be pushed down
in the end.
- There's no sympathy for you.
Where is she?
Where is my sister?
- She's in the pond
by the 16th green.
- They're on the way.
- Stay down, Ava!
[gentle piano music]
Tracy...
I'm so sorry.
[sobbing]
- It was self-defence!
[indistinct chatter]
- I reprinted Lisa's documents.
It shows how much
they were skimming
off the membership dues.
- Who knew? Behind the scenes
of a Country Club
could be a good story.
You got good instincts.
[rhythmic music]