Imposters

Previously on "Imposters"...

Mazel tov!

Ava, honey?

Yeah, I... I think we've been robbed.

Hi, Ez.

You must be very confused.

You will never see me again.

There's a problem with your wife.

- May I come in? - Who are you?

I am her husband, just like you.

We married the same woman, and she took us both!

Do you know this woman?

She's my wife.

No way.

She's out there,

probably working some new guy,

looking like some new chick.

Saturday, I'm having a barbecue.

Is she getting distracted?

Maybe I need to send Lenny Cohen.

Hello, Maddie.

I'm Lenny Cohen.

Tell me about Patrick Campbell.

Patrick's in the FBI.

What is that supposed to mean?

I followed him to the goddamn headquarters

and it said Federal goddamn Bureau of Investigation.

We are all in the exact same boat.

I have a plan.

We take Patrick,

we pay off the Doctor,

and the FBI doesn't even know what happened.

Would you please tell me

where that ridiculously expensive ring

that you gave that woman is?

I realized that Maddie

was gonna take the ring

and burn us all.

- My God. - You fooled them all.

Always forward.

Never back.

You need to find Max and Maddie

before the Feds do.

Yes, I will.

And those three impostors, too.

Right away.

Guys!

- Wait, where are you going? - What?

We got to go to the ticket office, man.

I got to take a piss real quick.

No, no, we don't have time.

- My God! - Sorry, sorry.

So, where are we going?

Well, I guess we should find someplace

we can sell the ring, right?

That rhymes with "fillion bollar king."

We should definitely sell it, fast.

But not, like, at a normal...

selling place, because the FB...

the burrow will be tracking it for sure.

They probably think Maddie or the Doctor has it.

What?

Bro, I can totally sell

the fillion bollar king in Scottsdale.

- I know a guy. - What guy?

The right guy, and his boss.

They're, professionals,

and they love doing business with me.

- Yeah, that's not... - Yeah, dude, this does not

- inspire me. - Guys, guys.

I don't say "I got this" unless I got this.

Now let's go buy some freaking bus tickets.

Let's get a "Scottsdale" on three.

One, two, three, Scottsdale!

I'll work on that.

Bus 202 is now boarding...

All right. Come on.

What? No, Martha, you know who I am.

Look, Martha...

Martha, Martha... okay.

I know, I know, but I'm... no, it's true!

I would... Mar, listen,

I would never in a million years.

Sorry, sorry.

Eyes up there, Petunia.

I like your boots.

Heh. What?

No, I wasn't talking to you.

I know your name's not Petunia.

All right, I got 35 bucks.

I keep telling you,

refined sugar is expensive,

and it's bad for you.

I have... 25 bucks.

Yeah, well, I guess four pounds of almonds

are expensive too.

They must have been organic.

You guys.

What about the code?

"Thou shalt scam only assholes."

The guy called me Petunia.

Definitely an asshole.

Thank you.

Tell me about yourself.

Well, my name is Molly,

and I'm looking for a fresh start.

Let me guess.

You're fleeing a tragic romance, aren't you?

Just out of a marriage.

Not exactly sure how tragic.

I like quiet tenants.

No... drama.

Never been one for drama.

I'm just looking for a nice, quiet life

in a nice, quiet town

where nobody knows me

and I don't know anybody.

You know, some real stability,

a clean slate,

same as everyone else.

A happy, normal life.

Great. Thanks.

There are your keys.

Thanks.

Maddie Jonson.

Who are you now?

Simons!

How many times I have to tell you?

This office is for agents who didn't screw the pooch.

Yeah, well, it doesn't look like you're having any luck

finding the Doctor or Maddie.

What are you guys doing?

You still looking for that ring, bud?

Check behind the couch cushions.

That's where my wife is always losing shit.

Thanks, Mangrove.

You're a fucking inspiration.

Okay, for you new guys,

our key to finding the Doctor

is Saffron Keyes, AKA Maddie Jonson.

Stole a $1.4 million diamond ring,

aided and abetted by one Ezra Bloom...

That's the guy?

Come on, don't make fun.

Luke's had a bit of a bad streak,

but he's doing the best he can.

You said "professionals."

He was my backup QB.

We went through some serious shit together

in high school.

Yo, Fluke!

Evans! Yeah!

- Yeah, dancing queen! - Get in here, brother!

- My man! - Whoo!

Good to see you, man.

Dude!

You got small.

- Come on! - I'm keeping it tight.

The ladies aren't complaining.

Yeah, yeah.

I guess you're back on the market,

after all the...

Ugly shit.

Yeah.

You know, I never liked that little bitch.

Don't call her that.

Hey, don't call her that.

Mrs. G wasn't expecting a nerd party.

- Yeah, I know. - They're...

they're uptight, but they're okay, man.

They're, my council-lawyeries.

Consiglieri.

We're his lawyers.

Yeah, we'll be speaking

for Mr. Evans' interests in this matter.

Lawyer?

You got a card or something?

Do you?

They in this with you?

- Yeah, man, yeah. - It's all good.

All right.

Come on back, but fair warning...

we don't serve no avocado toast back here.

Come on, man, don't do that.

- What the fuck? - What?

Just follow my lead on this, okay?

My town, my people, my lead.

Mrs. G!

Good to see you again, Mrs. G.

Let me know when it's done.