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Previously on Will Trent...

Are you really gonna move in
with Ormewood?

Post-divorce life is expensive.

Ormewood needs some passive income,

and I just need a place to stay.

Jeremy's gonna deliver the bag.

What you did is
called drug trafficking.

It's a felony.

This is gonna kill your mother,
you know that?

Do we have to tell her?

This young man is
my confidential informant.

You are helping the DA's office

build their RICO case
to take him down.

This stays between us.

Hey, um...

You sure you have to go?

You know, Betty and I would
love it if you stay.

Wouldn't we, girl?

Oh, yeah? I know.
I hate that I have to leave,

but I... I have a thing.

Oh, a mysterious thing.

No, it's just a thing. A class thing.

Yeah, it's just, um...

I have a juggling class.

Marion Alba, you're taking
a juggling class?

I mean, I don't wanna
turn you on too much,

but I do have a little arthritis
in my hands.

I had no idea that you were,
uh, secretly a clown.

Hey, there are many
respected clowns in my class.

I'm very sure. I'm just...

constantly surprised by you.

Mmm.

Hey, what are you up to this Friday?

Oh, uh...

Nothing much. I'm just, um,
getting older.

Wait a minute. It's your birthday?

Why didn't you say anything?

Oh, I'm not really into it, you know.

I come from a big family,
and they forget every year.

It's a real Sixteen Candles situation,

so I just don't make
a big deal about it.

It's just another day.

It's definitely not just another day,

and it's a very, very big deal.

Now, I would love to celebrate you.

May I take you to dinner?

How can you say no to us?

You can't. Look at these brown eyes.

Look at us. Give her the look.

Whose brown eyes am I looking at?

All four.

Fine, fine. You can take me to dinner.

Yes! We did it, girl.

Oh. Well, wait.
Let me get one of those.

I gotta go.

All right. Bye, girl.
I'll let myself out.

Bye.

Hey, Jeremy. Everything okay?

Man, I'm kinda spinning out.

Listen to me. You're doing great.

All right? Rafael's back
to ignoring you, right?

Business as usual?

- Uh-huh.
- That's great.

That's what we wanted.
Okay, you're okay.

Now...

...I want you to start
paying attention to paper.

Right? Contracts, bills, receipts.

And who does the books.

I need you to listen for a name.

And if I could do that, I can
stop being a snitch, right?

Soon.

I promise. I'ma get you out of this.

- Man, if I get caught...
- You're not getting caught.

Be smart. Lay low.

You call me if you need anything.

Will? Took you long enough.
I'm coming to pick you up.

- What's the case?
- It's kind of a non-case.

One of Amanda's bougie friends
called in a favor.

Her daughter's missing.

She probably
just snuck out of the house.

Okay, I'll, um... I'll get ready.

This way.

You sure Whitney's not
at a friend's house?

I reached out, and her friends
haven't heard from her.

Hmm.

Where were you?

Wellness retreat in Florida.
No phones.

Whitney is incredibly independent

and self-sufficient. I wasn't worried.

And it was your husband

who noticed
the security cameras were off?

Yes, Kwame.

Did, uh... Did you put these here?

That was there when I got home.

Kwame's doing some work
with our foundation in Malawi.

The cameras were off for several hours

before he noticed.

The three of us are
the only ones who know the code.

Has she ever turned them off before?

No.

I know what you're thinking,
but she's a straight-A student.

She spends her time
in the science lab,

not sneaking out of the house.

She's going to MIT in the fall.

Do you know if she's seeing anyone?

No, she hasn't
mentioned anybody to me.

She's too focused on school.

And that's her car in the driveway?

Yes.

And her wallet is still here too.

And I can't find her phone.

What if... I just have
such a terrible feeling.

Don't let your mind go there.

Whitney? Whitney! Whitney!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- No! No, let me see my daughter!
- You let me see my bab...

I'm sorry.

No! No!

No!

Whitney! No!

Hard to hide anything in here.

- Man, this room is cold.
- Check in her socks.

That's where I used to hide
the notes Charles would give me.

Hmm.

Oh...

Good call.

Whitney's DMs are vicious.
Trash-talking, gossip.

Lord knows I do not miss high school.

Oh, look at this one.

Sent last night to somebody
named Elijah.

"My parents are out of town.
Come over."

I'll talk to Michelle,
see if she knows this kid.

Hmm.

Drugs. Boys.

An ID in a sock that I doubt is real.

Hey, you had your secrets,
didn't you, Whitney?

Do you really wanna
talk about secrets?

Excuse me.

You put your partner's son in danger.

Maybe stop all the judging
and solve my murder.

- What the hell's going on?
- Come on.

You talk to dead people all the time.

Whitney McAdams.

Bingo, it's me.

Fantastic.

Elijah Buckley is not a teenager.

He is 32 and the choreographer
of the Belle Rose League.

They're having rehearsal right now.

I don't know what a Belle Rose is,

but you can explain it on the way.

Shotgun.

And-a-one, and-a-two, and-a-turn.

And hold. Heads up.

Arms strong, shoulders down.
Next phrase, everybody.

And one, and-a-two, and...

Why am I hearing talking?

Wow.

Oh, yeah, Belle Rose is
the highest echelon

of Atlanta society.

Black excellence,
wealth and exclusion.

I know that look.

I'm the Chapter Director,
Lorraine Potts.

Are you considering
Belle Rose for your child?

- Good Lord, no.
- Oh.

Will Trent,
Georgia Bureau of Investigation.

This is Faith Mitchell,
my work partner.

We'd like to speak
with your choreographer,

Elijah Buckley.

Oh, dear. You can use my office.

Elijah?

I prefer to keep the door open.

As a matter of fact,
I'm recording this.

Mr. Buckley, can you tell us
where you were last night?

What's this about?

Whitney McAdams invited you over.

She did.

I didn't respond.
It was inappropriate.

Is Whitney accusing me of something?

- Where were you last night?
- Why?

Whitney was murdered.

Oh, God.

I was... I was teaching a dance class

at Beltline Dance Studios.

Then I had dinner with friends.

Why would a 17-year-old girl
invite you over?

She has a crush.

I shut it down, but she's relentless.

- Do I need a lawyer?
- Not if your alibi checks out.

Just don't leave town.

Unless I'm under arrest,

I can move about my life as I see fit.

Oh, my God, she's dead?

Well, I guess the news is out.

Yep.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah. Poison ivy, huh?

Yeah, I'm never taking
these kids hiking again.

It was supposed to be
a wholesome family activity.

How is it possible that
neither one of these kids knows

what poison ivy looks like?

I bet they do now.

How you guys doing?

Max looks like a monster.

- Cooper.
- I want to go back to Mom's.

Yeah, well, your mom said
that because you got poison ivy

on my watch, you're stuck with me

for the next couple of days. So, guys,

head upstairs and itch quietly,

and separately
in your own rooms, okay?

Polaski and I have work to do.

Who got murdered today?

It was yesterday.
Where were you around 2:00 p.m?

I was getting poison ivy.
You wanna see?

Nasty. Oh, baby.

It's like he hates me.

He always wants to be over
at his mom's house now.

The whole reason
I even suggested this hike was

so we could all
spend time together. Now look.

He's itchy. It's on his face.
Cut him a break.

Monroe Tiveret found

with three gunshot wounds
to the chest. No witnesses.

- Robbery?
- No.

Actually, he was found
with his wallet, keys, watch.

Three gunshots, huh? Sounds personal.

Yeah, he was an AC repairman.
Beloved at work.

No complaints against him
in 15 years, apparently.

- Everybody's pal.
- Not everybody.

Divorced, two kids.

My money's on the ex-wife.

This anger at ex-wives is
not a good look on you.

Besides, the ex-wife was in Tampa.

Could've hired a hit man.

Okay.

I'm interning at a high profile

national news network.

GBI agents interviewing Black teens

without representation or guardians?

That's a story
they might be interested in.

- Permission to record?
- Of course.

I bet you were hoping
you could question us

before we found out.

Figured we'd be, like,
more honest that way.

She really knew
how to look out for herself.

Care to talk more about that?

Look at this picture.

My eyes are closed, three zits.
Look at this lighting.

Whitney still posted it to the grid.

Do you know if Whitney was
seeing anyone?

There are always rumors.

A college guy,

an Atlanta Falcon, a sheikh in Dubai.

Who knows what was true?

It was all true.

What is your name?

Tasha Hargrove.

That better be a prescription.

It is.

No one told you yet?

I'm crazy.

My mother died, so...

Yeah. That'll do it.

Oh, my God.

What, are you two
in a club or something?

Is-Is Whitney really gone?

- Were you and Whitney close?
- Yeah, when we were younger.

But then she got popular,
and I didn't.

Still I thought we had this sort
of unspoken bond or whatever.

And I couldn't have been more wrong.

Did something happen?

I made a mistake
of confiding in Whitney

about my hospital stay.

The next day, everyone knew.

Oh, my God.

She is seriously
still talking about this?

I am literally dead.

You win. Give it up.

Not long after that, I caught
her going through my bag.

- What was she looking for?
- Who knows? She was a meddler.

Uh! Now that's rude.

Was Whitney seeing anyone?

What's going on here?

Uh, Whitney was murdered last night.

Yeah, I heard. Her poor parents.

Look, I'm sorry. I can't have
you upsetting my daughter.

Stepdaughter.

Let's get going, Tash.

You should talk to Jayden.

He's usually in his car. A gray Tesla.

Jayden Parker?

- Who's asking?
- GBI.

We want to talk to you
about Whitney McAdams.

Whitney? What about her?

Jayden, are you cheating on me
with Whitney?

Molly, who you gonna believe,
me or them?

- That is not a d...
- Hey, hey, no. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

That is enough. Hey!
Little girl, stop hitting him.

Faith.

Both of you out the car, now.

Jayden, we're bringing you in
for questioning

regarding the death
of Whitney McAdams.

We found your client

with an item from the crime scene.

Circumstantial. We're cooperating.

Aren't we, Jayden?

My client received

a series of voice messages
from the victim.

Uh, the victim has a name,
stupid. Show some respect.

You're in
for the best night of your life, Jayden.

She's talking to me in that part.

Jayden, where are you?

Ten minutes
and the offer's off the table.

What? You gotta run men
or they'll run you.

Jayden, you better
be in a ditch right now.

Like, you better be lying
in a pool of your own blood.

What the hell are you doing here?

Right there. See?

She was talking to someone else.
It wasn't me.

Someone else was in the yard with her.

The time stamps on these messages

were all left before 8:00 p.m.

My client arrived after 9:00.

His location services
will verify that.

What happened
after you arrived, Jayden?

I came through the side gate,
went straight to the backyard.

She wasn't there.

I assumed she bailed
'cause I was late, so I bounced.

I am so glad I didn't sleep with him.

What about the towel in your car?

I stepped in dirt.

I was wearing my Paris Dunks.

I can't be walking around like that.

So glad.

Did you see anyone while you
were there or on your way out?

Oh, damn. Ye...

Sorry, ma'am.
Didn't mean to curse. Um...

Yeah, there was a Black 7 Series
leaving when I pulled up.

Anything else?

Any idea who might have
hurt your friend?

Honestly, Whitney made
a lot of enemies.

I mean, it didn't matter who you were.

If you got in her way,
you were gonna catch that smoke.

She was even arguing
with Ms. Potts last week.

I mean, going at it.

Lorraine Potts? At Belle Rose?

All right. I think that's enough.

Jayden, let's go.

Thought they'd never leave.

- Let's pay Lorraine a visit.
- Okay.

Are we leaving?

No! You stay! Don't move!

That's okay. I'll meet you there.

Hey, Pete. What do you got for us?

Autopsy results.

Cause of death:
Gunshot wound to the chest.

- Dad, we're out of Sprite.
- Uh, bullet hit his heart.

He would've died nearly
instantaneously.

- Dad.
- What are you talking about?

- I just got more yesterday.
- Well, now it's gone.

Okay, Pete, anything else?

- Yeah, he...
- You drank six Sprites

in 24 hours?

I have poison ivy.

- Stop shaming me.
- Drink water.

Someone needs to chill.

Dad. Max, drank all the Sprite.

You guys, I'm on a call.

- Is that the dead guy?
- Yes, that is the dead guy

and your alibi checked out
though, so you're off the hook.

You guys need a minute or...

- No.
- No. Pete, keep going.

All right. Well, I found small traces

of three ground meats,
chicken, pork, and beef,

as well as onions, tomato, jalapeño,

American cheese and bread.

* A little bit of chicken
Some onions, pork and cheese *

* Tomatoes, pepper, beef *

* Pick up the triple-chopped cheese *

Did you just make that up, Coop?

No. I heard it on the radio.

It's for the chopped cheese
at Jean & Tony's Burger Shack.

Pete, could that have
been his last meal?

Maybe. There wasn't much
in his stomach.

Whatever he ate, he only had
about one bite of it.

Jean & Tony's is a block away
from where the body was found.

- I want a chopped cheese.
- Me too.

Me too.

It's closed right now,

so we'll get chopped cheese
tomorrow, okay?

- Everyone happy?
- And Sprite.

Stop scratching.

I hate to say it, but Whitney seems...

Like she's the worst person
in the world.

Oh, really? I'm the worst?

The worst.

There are no dogs in heaven. Nope.

So when little Betty dies,
she'll just be gone.

- You shut your mouth.
- Excuse me?

Um. Sorry.

It's a self-help technique
to interrupt intrusive thoughts.

I, uh, think it's great

that you're doing some work
on yourself.

- Thank you.
- Anyway, Rocky texted.

A neighbor's Ring camera footage
corroborates Jayden's story,

when he arrived, when he left,

and that BMW he said he saw leaving.

- We get a plate?
- Partial.

We'll see if something comes up soon.

I'll, um... I'll just be a second.

I need to, uh, check something.
Marion's birthday.

All right. I'll see
if the choreographer's here.

I wanna ask him about that Tasha girl

that Whitney had beef with.

I'm gonna need you to pipe down.

And I'm gonna need you
to solve my murder.

No. The fact
that everyone disliked you is

making my job real hard.

At least no one can call me a liar.

Oh, here we go again. You know,
I'm gonna tell her about Jeremy.

- When?
- Soon.

- You know what I think?
- I can't wait to hear it.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, I think
you've finally made

a real friend and partner.

Someone that you trust

after a lifetime
of having your walls up.

And now that you've betrayed her,

you're afraid
she's gonna find out the truth

and abandon you.

And she should, ya tiny little bitch.

- Oh, I'm a tiny little bitch?
- Yeah. You are.

And you're calling yourself
a tiny little bitch

because I'm you, tiny little bitch.

That's enough, okay?

- Tiny little bitch. Tiny little bitch.
- Shut up.

La-la-la-la. I can't hear you.

I don't hear your voice anymore.

No, I can't hear you.
I can't hear you.

La-la-la-la-la.

Can you just get out of my head, huh?

That was embarrassing.

Stay in the car.

* I'm just a country boy
from Georgia *

* Your body's made for California *

* My love *

* Your man does nothin' but adore ya *

* But I wonder what would he say? *

* You look so good I can't afford ya *

* He kissed your lips
It looked like torture... *

Mrs. Etta Mae would be rolling
in her grave right now

if she saw those dance moves

on the Belle Rose ballroom floor.

I take it you looked into my alibi.

Yes, you're cleared.

Beltline Dance Studio,
I take classes there.

- Oh.
- I would like to ask you

some follow-up questions,
though, if you don't mind.

Me first. Mrs. Etta Mae,
was she your chapter matron?

And choreographer,
and judge, and jury.

She kicked me out.

Ouch.

Well, I prefer to encourage
the kids to stay.

The formal dance is for the parents,

but I like to mix it up.

Dance with me.

- You know the kids pretty well.
- Oh, yeah.

People get vulnerable in here.

We got it all.

Tears, fights, body dysmorphia.

They confide in you.

No murder confessions if that's
what you're hoping for.

- Get ready for this turn.
- Oh, no, no, no, I am not ready.

There you go.

That was fun.

So has Tasha ever opened up to you

about what's going on with her?

That's a hard one.

She was never the same
after her mother passed.

She used to be lighter.

I don't know how else to describe it.

She had a falling out with Whitney.

I try to stay out
of the complicated dynamics

of female friendships,
especially teenagers,

but I will say
they weren't too close lately.

Let me ask you something.
Turn in the other way.

Why'd you get kicked out?

Because I was pregnant.

My son's name is Jeremy.

He's 19, and Janis Coleman
told everybody.

- She did not.
- Oh, she did.

The next time I came
to a Young Belles meeting,

she had this giant greeting card.

- The huge ones?
- Oh, ginormous.

"Congratulations on your new baby."

She had everybody sign it
and set it right outside

of Mrs. Etta Mae's office.

So apparently,

I wasn't Belle Rose material.

I bet that still stings.

Like a murder hornet.

How about you finally have
your night at the ball?

It could be our second date.

Oh, this is not a date.

Pfft. We danced. We bore our souls.

You told me a deeply sad story.

That card was so big.

Ms. Potts, what were
you and Whitney arguing about

a couple of weeks ago?

Whitney didn't complete her hours.

I informed her
that she absolutely could not

participate in the cotillion.

She was unhappy with that decision.

Yeah, I know you told me
to wait in the car,

but obviously, you need my help.

Why is the dress in my closet, Will?

However, she was still
coming to the cotillion.

There you go.

Whitney barged in a week later.

She had done her research.

What was she holding over you?

My résumé says
I graduated from Spelman,

but I never did.

Whitney threatened to expose me

unless I signed off on her hours,

so I did.

And why didn't
you just tell the truth?

Hypocrite.

I love this organization
and these kids.

I couldn't lose the life
that I'd worked hard to build.

Yeah, she knew how to get her way.

Why is the world so hard
on ambitious women, hmm?

What kind of car do you drive?

Green Volvo. Sorry,
I need to take this.

Hello, my love.

G-gross. Who do you think
she's screwing?

You know, you're
really annoying. You know that?

And you're not helping with the case.

You were thinking the same thing.

Will, they traced the plates
on that BMW.

It's registered to Tasha.

Tasha, this is serious.

Your car was at Whitney's
house the night she was killed,

and her phone was in your car.

We need an explanation.

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

I don't remember.

I don't remember going
to Whitney's house.

Sometimes I black out,
but I know I didn't kill her.

Blackouts? How long's
that been going on?

Things have been difficult
since her mother passed.

The blackouts, mood swings.

Doctor says
it's an autoimmune disease,

but Tasha's taking medication
to manage that.

And yet, you left her at home
alone with the car keys.

Hey, I just went to a sports bar
in Midtown to catch the game,

and Tasha knew
how to get in touch with me.

You said your friendship
with Whitney ended

because she told people
about your hospital stay.

- That must have made you angry.
- She was pretty upset.

When I got home,
I found her stabbing things.

The flat screen, the wall sockets.

Guess I'm wired wrong.

Gavin said I shouldn't hang out
with her anymore.

- She's like my trigger or something.
- And she was.

Not to speak ill of her.

I can still smell her in the house.

All right, why don't we take a break?

Gavin, can you step outside with us?

- Mr. Overton, Tasha is...
- I failed her.

Look, I promised her mom
I would take care of her.

I can't believe this is happening.

You think she could've done this?

No. I mean, I don't want to,

but with the car, the blackouts,

I don't know.

Wait, what do you mean
you're out of the sandwich?

It's a limited edition sandwich.
Yesterday was the last day.

But I wanted the sandwich.

Yeah, we came here for the sandwich.

Dad, chill. I'm sure they have
some other sandwiches.

Stop saying "sandwich."

Yeah, but this one has its own jingle.

Cooper, do the jingle.

* A little bit of chicken
Some onions with... *

Okay. Yeah, no, no, good job. Okay.

Can you guys just wait
right over there?

Just give me a sec.

Okay. Hi. Uh... Poison ivy.

- Anyway, I apologize.
- Mmm.

What we're gonna need is

four of your second most popular
lunch item

and the security footage
from that camera.

I know it doesn't seem like it,
but, uh, we're with the APD.

Hey, what's going on with you, Max?

I feel like you've been
nothing but mad at me.

I'm not mad at you.

I have a tryout tomorrow.

A tryout? You getting back
into wrestling. I love that.

I'm trying out for the school play.

I know you think it's stupid
so just go ahead and say it.

No, no, I don't... I don't think
it's stupid at all.

I think it's...

I'm... I'm just surprised.

A play? Really?

Is it a musical?

No.

Good. Uh... Um...
What's the... What's the play?

Romeo and Juliet.
I'm just trying it out.

Well. Hey, that's great.

Hey, Romeo. Girls love a Romeo.

I look like a pizza with diaper rash.

I'm disgusting.

I'm going to be Montague cousin
number three if I'm lucky.

Hey, no. Quit feeling sorry
for yourself, okay? Suck it up.

Look, here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna go up there,
and you're gonna make a joke

about the poison ivy on your face.

Then you're gonna crush it so hard,

you make everybody there forget
that you even have

poison ivy on your face.

Can you do that?

Yeah, you can do that.
I know you can do that.

Hey, good news.

We got the security cam footage
from the day Monroe was killed.

Here's Monroe.

Ooh, Monroe got the last sandwich.

One final win before death.

Yikes. Maybe that's our killer.

You think someone would kill
over a sandwich?

It's supposed to be a good sandwich.

We'll never know.

I mean, it tracks, right?

There was no sandwich found
at the scene,

so this guy could've killed
Monroe and taken the sandwich.

The guy took a sandwich
with a bite out of it.

What an animal.
We gotta find this guy.

I'll have them run his face
to the system,

see if we get a hit.

Order for Angie!

Hey.

All right, where are we on this?

I'm talking to Michelle later today.

Poor woman's planning
her child's funeral.

Tasha stayed at that facility,
it was a 72-hour hold.

Visitor log showed only one visitor.

- Whitney.
- Staff said she sat with Tasha,

held her hand while she slept
like a friend.

Well, maybe not the worst person
in the world.

Her mouth is moving. What'd she say?

"I'm going to"...

"I'm..."

Uh...

"I'm going to help you."

"I'll find out"...

"I'll find out what"...

"What truck"?

"Drug." That's it.

Whoo! Almost there!

Yes, we are, Whitney.

You figured out something was up
with her medication.

You damn right I did.

Because you were going to MIT,
STEM girl.

Dream deferred, but keep going.

You went through Tasha's bag

'cause you wanted to test the pills.

Yes, and...

I bet your fancy school had
one of those things. Um...

- Mass spectrometer!
- I knew it. I knew that word.

I know you did
'cause I'm in your head, baby.

- Squad! Let's go!
- Yeah!

You were just trying
to help your friend.

- Thank you.
- You had hidden depth.

Did somebody say redemption arc?

Well, someone is drugging her.
My money's on the stepfather.

Whitney McAdams, you were a hero.

This compound is an
antipsychotic called Norazine.

Side effects include blackouts,
mood swings,

exactly the symptoms
that Tasha described.

But this is not the medication

that her stepfather said she's taking.

You think he's giving her
the wrong meds on purpose

to make her sick?

- Why? What's the motive?
- Could be greed.

All the money in that family comes

from Tasha's mother's side.

How much you wanna bet
that she has a massive trust

waiting for her when she turns 18?

If Gavin got her declared unstable,

he could put her into conservatorship.

Control Tasha, control her money.

Britney Spears all over again.

Tasha said she could
smell Whitney in the house.

What if Whitney was going there
digging around?

I think Gavin realized
Whitney was on to him.

He panicked, killed her.

And they say stepmothers are wicked.

Go bring that man in.

"O, Romeo, Romeo.

Wherefore art thou, Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Or if th... if thou wilt not
be but sworn, my love,

and I'll no longer be a Capulet."

"Shall I hear more,
or shall I speak at this?"

"O, 'tis but thy name
that is my enemy.

Thou art thyself though,
not a Montague.

What is a Montague?

It is nor hands, nor arm, nor foot

nor face, nor any other part"...

Yo, isn't this Max's audition?

Yeah. You're gonna crush this,
dude. You got it.

This is really good.

The guy could have
just ordered one of these

and not shot anybody.

Hey, Dad, isn't that the guy?

You're right. That is the guy.

Max, Cooper, you stay down.
Don't get up until I say so.

- Stop right there!
- Hey!

Hey, stop right there!

Hey, I said stop right there!

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

Gavin Overton,
we need to speak with you

about the murder of Whitney McAdams.

Hey.

GBI! Stop!

I told him to stop.

- People are dumb.
- We searched his house,

found the conservatorship
paperwork and the drugs.

He killed Whitney to keep
the truth from coming out.

She was only protecting Tasha.
Please let her mother know that.

And didn't he have an alibi?

Well, he bought a beer at 7:30.
The bar was crowded.

He could've slipped out
and killed her by 8:30.

Then he planted Whitney's phone
in Tasha's car to frame her.

Have you released Tasha?

The hospital's running tests
to be sure,

but the doctor said
it doesn't seem like Gavin

did any lasting damage.

Tasha has an aunt
who agreed to be her guardian.

Good.

I'm glad Whitney's family
finally has some answers.

Decided to take a fashion risk?

Will, are you ready?

Oh, I... I'll be right out.

Can I help you with something?

You tell me.

I missed something, didn't I?

Jayden,
you better be in a ditch right now.

Like, you'd better be lying
in a pool of your own blood.

What the hell are you doing here?

The voice note you left Jayden.

You don't sound afraid.

But if Gavin was in your backyard,

you would have been scared

because you knew
what he was capable of.

You were surprised, a little annoyed.

I've gathered that's
your default state or mine.

You're not done yet.

We should go.

You look very handsome,

but you should bring a coat.
It's kinda cold out.

- Cold.
- Mm-hmm.

It's cold.

I'm sorry, but we have
to make a stop before dinner.

I was thinking "make a stop"
meant drinks or a museum

maybe before dinner
or even a record store,

but this is... this is cool.

I know, sorry. I just...
I need to check one thing,

and then we'll go.

Notice anything about this room?

It's freezing for one.

Exactly. Something is blocking
the warm air.

- Can you hold this?
- Yeah.

Why are we watching porn
in a little girl's room?

- Is this my birthday present?
- It's actually part of the case.

That is Gavin Overton

and that is the person
who killed Whitney McAdams.

We're not gonna make our reservation.

Brown bears, as opposed to polar bears

or grizzlies, are generally...

- Dad?
- Yeah, Coop?

Was that guy you caught the murderer?

Yeah. Yeah, he confessed.

Turns out, he was just a guy
having a very bad day

and losing out on the last sandwich

was the final straw.

- That doesn't make any sense.
- Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

You know, sometimes,
bad things happen,

and they don't make
a whole lot of sense.

I'm sorry you had to see that,
sweetheart.

Faith, you look gorgeous.

Wow, she's right. Total smoke show.

Thanks, roomies.

Have you seen a package around here?

Uh, yeah. Amazon Prime

for Faith Mitchell
right there on the table.

Ooh. Thank God it came so fast.

Come through statement bag.

It's so fluffy. I love it.
It's like a little owl.

Right?

- Hey.
- Well, what happened?

Guess who's Romeo.

- Awesome!
- Yeah. What?

- Oh, my...
- Mike Donaldson.

- Boo. What?
- Boo that guy.

But guess who's Mercutio?

- Me.
- Yay!

Who's Mercutio?

It's Romeo's friend.

I'm funnier and my death
is slow and painful.

- What's for dinner?
- Okay. I gotta go,

but I am so happy for you, Max.

Thanks.

- Home by 11:00 please.
- Shut up.

Your kids look great.

Good enough to get a third date?

Your math is insane.

What's he doing here?

- What's happening?
- I need you to play along.

You got it.

Ms. Potts, let's not
ruin the night for these kids

by making a scene.

Agent Trent,
what are you talking about?

I'm talking about the murder
of Whitney McAdams.

You were sleeping with Gavin.

Whitney found out,
she threatened you, didn't she?

That's what you fought about,
not that fake résumé.

I will call security
if you don't stop harassing me.

I bet your prints on this glass
match the ones we found

at the scene of the crime.

So, do you want to make this
easy or hard, Lorraine?

You beat a 17-year-old to death.
You took her future.

For what, money? Because she
found out about your little secret

- or 'cause you thought she was mean?
- She was a monster.

No. She was not.

She was a child.

Lorraine Potts, you're under arrest

for the murder
of Whitney McAdams. Let's go.

May I have this dance?

Unless you want to arrest
that waiter real quick.

Let's dance.

I'm guessing tonight wasn't
what you thought it would be.

No, but it was better.

I mean, aside from the whole
catching-a-murderer thing.

Right, that thing.

I got to enjoy a night
without my teenage insecurities.

I got to wear this beautiful dress.

- Okay.
- And have fun on a date.

You know,

I don't get to do that
enough actually.

What, date?

Well, yeah, but I meant have fun.

I need more fun in my life.

- I happen to be very fun.
- Oh.

Thanks for finding my killer, Will.

It was my honor and pleasure.

Hey, Will, take it from me,

secrets have a way of getting out.

You should tell her the truth

before she hears it
from somebody else.

Also, I made up the whole thing

about there not being
any dogs in heaven.

I knew it.

Rest in peace, Whitney McAdams.

Sorry about the reservation.

It's fine.
Yeah, tonight was very exciting.

Guess what I got for my birthday?

What's that?

A divorce.

- You kidding?
- Nope, got the email tonight.

It's all final and official.

You okay?

I'm okay.

- Okay. Okay.
- Yeah.

I was gonna say I'm sorry,
but I'm really, really not.

Yeah, me neither.

I'm so happy.

Yeah? Me too.

Oh. Hang on. Okay?

Oh...

- Oh, pancakes. I love pancakes.
- Yeah.

No, this is the best birthday
I've had in many years.

Feliz cumpleaños, Marion.

Make a wish.

I don't have to.

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