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Previously on Will Trent...

Any chance the two of you
are expecting?

Ha! We're not together.

And I am definitely
not having sex,

so unless God Himself
is cooking up a plan, then...

not pregnant.

I got cigarette burns
for fetching

the wrong kind of soup
from the pantry.

Every step of the way,
there was someone there

to tell me that
I was broken, worthless.

-(insects chirping)
-(bell tolling)

(indistinct conversation)

WOMAN:
...had a chem paper...

(indistinct conversation)

Alison.

Jason, please. Look, I'm tired.

I've been studying all night.
I just want to go home.

I'm not doing this right now.

♪♪

-(leaves rustling)
-(twigs snapping)

Hello? Jason?

(twig snaps)

Who's there?

Look, I have pepper spray.

(dog barking)

(dog whining)

(breathes deeply)

♪♪

(police radio chatter)

(indistinct conversations)

It's all yours, Detective.

Alison Schooner.

They pulled her
out of the water.

She was weighted down
by a cinder block.

-Who reported it?
-Couple of professors,

out for their morning nine.

They saw the shoes.
I.D. and suicide note inside.

"I want it to end."

Well, that's pretty direct.

KUO:
Excuse me. Agents?

I'm Vera Kuo,
University Chancellor.

Thank you for coming.

A campus suicide
is a terrible tragedy.

My hope is that we can
stay ahead of the narrative.

I'm not convinced
this is suicide.

I thought she left a note.

The note's one sentence long,

written on a torn
piece of paper.

Women usually take more care
for their last words.

Their letters are longer,
written with much more detail.

They want to explain themselves.

That's a generalization, right?

Can't suicide
be a rash decision?

Well, sometimes, yeah,
but carrying a cinder block

to the middle of a golf course
to drown yourself,

that's not rash.

That shows planning.

Hang on. Unzip the bag.
I'd like to take another look.

FAITH: See anything?

There's something on her neck.

What the hell?

Something got under the skin.

(gasps) Oh. Oh, my God.

I'm gonna faint.

(body thuds)

Somebody tend to the chancellor.

MAN: We're on it.

Stab wound is barely visible.

Weapon must've been sharp.

(Alison screams)

Over there. On the bark.
You see it?

Bark can act like a sponge.

The tree's still soaking wet

from the sprinklers
this morning,

but blood really is thicker
than water.

Whoever did this
probably thought

the, uh, the sprinklers,
the pond

would wash away any evidence.

They had the note,
the cinder block, all of it.

They were waiting for her.

(indistinct conversations)

Well, only cameras are
at the entrances and exits.

All visitors and staff
have to sign in and out,

and no one has signed out
since last night.

So the killer's still here?

This is like
an Agatha Christie novel.

Yeah, with very soft food.
And hearing aids.

So, forensics didn't find
any prints on the sword,

wallet's still in his pocket,

but no phone,
not even in his car.

Yeah, send a team to his house.

Uh -- Ms. Hernandez?

So, when you found him,
he was just like this?

He was setting up.

Um, Steve's a regular
entertainer here.

"Morning Magic with
Steve Susperio," every Thursday.

-Hm.
-He was fine when I left him,

and when folks started coming in
to the performance,

he was gone.

Poof.

(quietly) Poof.

What could the motive
possibly be?

He was here to do magic.

That's motive enough for me.

(Angie sighs)

BARRY: He's still here?

Does that mean there's not
gonna be any figure drawing?

Oh. Barry, Linda,
go back to your rooms, okay?

I don't want you to see this.

Well, that one
can take his shirt off.

Linda!

They didn't seem
particularly fazed.

I'm guessing
this won't be the first body

they've seen
wheeled out of here.

Hey. What's that?

What is it? A tripod?
His phone was here.

We gotta search the place.

I'll start on the warrant.

(tripod clatters)

Nancy? Can I keep him?

(knock on door)

(Dwayne sighs)

Is this her room?

Yeah, right here.

There are seven of you
in this house?

Helps keep it affordable.

The lease is under my name.
Dwayne Gilbert.

This is so surreal.

I'm actually
a criminal justice major.

Isn't that weird?

Third year.

4.2 grade point average.

FAITH: Impressive.

Stay at the threshold, please.

Yep.

(switch clicks)

FAITH:
What's with all the padlocks?

She grew up in the system.

♪♪

You mean foster care?

This is just how my rooms
used to be.

Kept all my stuff close.

Always sure someone was
gonna try to take my things.

Treated every home
like it was temporary.

Wow. That makes so much sense.

I really didn't know
much about her.

She was quiet, clean,

mostly kept to herself,
studied a lot.

Do you know
if she had a boyfriend?

Oh, yeah, 'cause it's always
the boyfriend, right?

You want to be an investigator?

Here's a tip -- pay attention.

Learn about the people
you're living with.

Y-You're right. Good advice.

We can take it from here,
Dwayne.

We'll let you know
if we need anything.

(footsteps depart)

Handwriting's the same
as the suicide note.

Killer must have ripped it out
from something the victim wrote.

Explains why the note was torn.

(knock on window)

(dog barking)

Can I help you?

(man grunts)

Oh, he's running.

♪♪

(man grunts)

WILL: Get up. Get up.

Hands on the fence. Don't move.

♪♪

What's with the knife, huh?

It's a fettling knife.
For sculpting!

-Did you use it to kill Alison?!
-No!

-Let go of me!
-Why'd you run, then?

-Will!
-Why'd you run?

-Aah! I wasn't --
-Oh, my God.

(dog barking)

Keep him on his side.

I need an ambulance, now.

We have witnesses that say
you were out of control.

What, you hit his head?

Help him "fall to the
ground" a few times?

What? Of course not.

The kid's name is Milo Braham.

He's a senior from Savannah,

and his very wealthy parents
have luckily decided not to sue.

You were right.
Victim grew up in the system.

Doesn't give you permission
to put a boy in the hospital.

I don't know what caused
that seizure, but it wasn't me.

Well, let's hope the kid
makes a full recovery...

or he's the killer.

I'm fine either way.

(door opens)

Jeremy, you know
I can't talk about the case.

But listen to me.
It was an isolated event.

The only thing
that could put you in danger

is me finding out that
you're not going to class.

Yeah.

I gotta go now. Be good, please.

(beep)

You're Agent Mitchell.

-I was sent to find you.
-Hi.

How have you been? Numbers okay?

You find a good endocrinologist?

You remember that?

I remember you.

Uh, the young man we brought
in today, Milo Braham?

Yes. Right.

Uh, he's stable but suffered
some head trauma

when he hit the concrete.

He's been put in
a medically induced coma

to prevent brain swelling.

No history of epilepsy.

We're trying to figure out
the cause of the seizure.

Gotcha. He is a person of
interest in a murder case.

I'll leave a guard
out front of his room,

but would you please let me know

if anything changes
in his condition?

Of course. Of course.

In fact...

this is my personal
mobile number.

How's your, uh, diabetes?

You taking regular meals?

I'm sorry. What does that mean?

(chuckles)

It means I'm an idiot.

I'm trying to ascertain if you'd
like to get a meal with me.

Oh!

Right. Yes.

I eat dinner. I do.

Um, and, yes,
that would be great.

I'm eating dinner
with my son tonight,

but sometime, yes.

Yes, yes.

You have a son?

-He's 18.
-Oh.

But I'm 33.

-Great.
-I had him when I was young.

Okay.

But it was consensual.

Well, that's a relief.

Yeah, we were young and dumb,
and it was the first time, too.

Can you believe that?
But everything's good now.

No more accidental
pregnancies for me.

Okay.
I'm gonna go now, Doctor...

Farhad, please.

Mm. Yeah.

Looking forward
to speaking again.

Are you sure?

Mnh.

I did a basic tox screen.

Nothing showed up,
but I did notice

her liver enzymes were elevated.

Although, elevated
liver enzymes can also be

a side effect of heavy drinking,

so it's not that unheard of
for a college student.

You're gonna let him say that?

You know I wasn't a partier.
I had two jobs.

I had a partial scholarship,
so my grades couldn't slip.

No one was helping me.

(echoing)
No one was helping me.

(phone flips open)

I need that plastic container
we, uh, bagged

brought down to autopsy
as soon as possible.

(phone flips closed)

Alison Schooner
wasn't a drinker.

Whatever you say.
Also, see this?

Knife entered here, went
directly to the carotid artery,

and then was twisted to ensure
the artery was severed.

This killer knew what
they were doing. I think --

They were a hunter.

Aww. I love it when we finish
each other's sentences.

That's how you drain a deer.

Well, this is Georgia.

It doesn't narrow it down much.

-MAN: Here you go.
-Thank you.

Found this
in the victim's backpack.

Water dissolved whatever was
inside, messed up the label,

but it's still not from
the student health center.

No name, no words.
Just a bunch of numbers.

This is from
a pharmaceutical trial.

-You sure?
-Yeah, pretty sure.

Universities are a hub
for drug research.

Studies need healthy,
young participants.

Students need money.

Well, our victim did need money.

How much do participants
get paid?

Sometimes as much as
a few thousand, depending.

♪♪

Respectfully,
I did not stab the magician.

Sure. Uh, how long
has Steve been coming here?

A few years, at least.

Any chance he started up
a relationship

with one of the residents?
Linda, maybe?

-Linda?
-She's very flirty.

I sincerely doubt that.
(chuckles)

What about the staff?
Uh, does anyone have

a history of violence,
a criminal record?

Yes.

So, Ernesto,
disorderly conduct, 2019.

You want to tell us about that?

Got a little too rowdy
at a bar one night.

I mean, what can I say?
The Falcons were winning.

Someone heard you shouting
at Steve last time he was here.

Yeah, I was shouting at Steve.

Uh, he made my wedding ring
reappear

inside of a sealed bag
of Pepperidge Farm cookies.

-I mean, geez.
-Chessmen or Milanos?

Oh. Milano.

That's pretty good.

Yeah, I kept telling him --

I was like, "Steve,
you have got to get on

'America's Next
Great Entertainer.'"

I mean,
the guy can do anything --

sleight of hand, close magic.

I mean, he even hypnotized me
to help me quit smoking.

Psch!

You guys do know
I'm not the only one

with a record here, right?

Is there some specific employee
you were thinking of?

No, not employee.

I'm talking residents.

Alison didn't have too much
of an online footprint.

Too busy to curate her life.

Yeah, well, I interviewed
the rest of her housemates.

Turns out,
she did have a boyfriend.

A guy named Jason Howell,
and listen to this.

He's a research assistant
for a new drug trial

for a high blood pressure med.

-This guy?
-Yeah, that's him.

They broke up a few months ago.
He took it hard.

So far, no photos of Milo.

Yeah, he's still a mystery,

but maybe that's why he was
creeping in Alison's window.

They had a little
sneaky-link thing going on.

So Jason gets Alison
into the drug trial.

She needs the money, plus he
gets to see her all the time.

Yeah, he probably thought
she'd be grateful,

want to get back together.

Why do boys always want
to fix things?

Well, look at this.

That's a hoist, right? For deer?

We're looking for a hunter.

Jason might be our guy.

(indistinct conversations)

Jason just went
to get some fresh air.

He's been really upset.
But he should be back soon.

-What's your name?
-Darla. Wall.

I'm Dr. Tilda's
other research assistant.

Can you tell us a little
about this research?

It's a Phase One trial for
a new hypertension medication.

We're simply observing
side effects,

making sure the drugs are fit
for human consumption.

-(door opens)
-WOMAN: Hi, Jason.

Oh. Jason?

Um, these people
are here to talk to you.

I'll leave you.

That was the weekend
I took Alison

to my family's cabin
to meet everyone.

Parents, grandparents, cousins.
They were all there.

That's like a, what,
300-, 400-pound hoist?

You hunt with rifles, bows?

I don't hunt at all.
It's more my brothers.

Alison hated the hunting.

Where were you last night?

Here, at the lab.

Darla and I were
compiling research.

All night long?

We're on a deadline.

Our advisor, Dr. Tilda --
she -- she doesn't like excuses.

Alison was a part of
this drug trial, right?

Mm-hmm.

-Because of you.
-She needed money.

She was always working so hard,
but it was never enough.

I was afraid she was
gonna drop out of school.

This seemed...easy.

Did the drugs affect her?
Any side effects?

She never mentioned any.

Why did you and Alison break up?

I don't know.

She got all weird
and shut-down and serious.

She had this...
outsider mentality,

like she didn't deserve
to be loved.

Maybe she just
wasn't that into you.

"Maybe she wasn't
that into you"?

-The kid was in mourning.
-Or he's the killer.

"She felt like she didn't
deserve to be loved"?

What is he -- some kind
of psychological genius?

It feels like
you're over-identifying.

Actually, I'm applying
my lived experience to the case.

What's up with this one?

Hi.

-Are you okay?
-Oh. Yeah.

I was just trying to stay awake,
keep the blood moving.

You know, sitting
is the new smoking.

Right. Right.

Jason mentioned you two were
working together all night.

W--

That's a very long,
dramatic pause, Darla.

No, I -- No.

Um, the important thing
is that --

Jason is, like,
the sweetest guy I know.

I've -- I've known him
for years,

and I know that
he really loves Alison,

and there's nothing
he would ever do to hurt her.

Right. We get it. Great guy.
What are you trying to say?

Um, I wasn't with him,
like, all night.

I went to the gym and
worked out and took a shower,

and then at some point,
I think around, like, midnight,

I took a nap on the couch
in Dr. Tilda's office.

But, please, don't tell her
I did that, okay?

She really does not like me
on her couch.

Thank you, Gus.
Very nice ceramics.

How many more rooms are there?

That was just the first wing.

(alarm beeping)

(groans) Seriously?

-WOMAN: What's that noise?
-MAN: What's going on?

NANCY:
You go help Mr. Casey.

What's happening?
Is there a fire?

I'm sure
it's just a false alarm,

but we do need everyone outside
and accounted for just in case.

-Yeah.
-Think someone pulled it?

Heard we were searching rooms?

Absolutely. These old people
are cagier than they look.

Oh. This way, please. I'm sorry.

The Fire Department
will clear it shortly.

No. You know what?
Grab a resident list
and meet us outside.

We're gonna go on a field trip.

MAN: Yep, just follow me.
We're gonna get there.

Good. Good job.

(cellphone rings)

-It's the hospital.
-(beep)

This is Agent Mitchell.

FARHAD: Faith, it's Farhad. I
have an update on Milo Braham.

-(sighs)
-I'm afraid it's not good.

His seizure's the result
of a drug interaction.

He'll have to be kept
in a medically induced coma

a few days more.

Was one of the drugs in his
system an anti-hypertensive?

Actually, yes. How'd you know?

Our victim was a part
of a drug trial.

Maybe Milo was, too.

That could explain it,

but Milo had numerous
pre-existing conditions.

He should never have been
allowed in a drug trial.

You know,
my shift's ending soon.

I was gonna grab a bite to eat,
if you're available.

You're on speaker with
my colleague, Agent Trent.

She's wide open.

-Oh.
-(beep)

I am not "wide open."
What do you mean by that?

-It -- Okay.
-(beep)

Thank you for the update,
Dr. Pournazeri.

Farhad.

Farhad. Right. Yes.

Farhad.
I'll be in touch. Goodbye.

(beep)

You shut your mouth.

You know what they say -- if you
don't use it, you lose it.

All right?
This could be a good thing.

You know, he's a doctor,
he's handsome --

Can we get back to the case?

-Yes.
-Thank you.

Milo's parents are wealthy.
He didn't need the money.

No reason to join a drug trial,

especially if it's risky
for him.

So why go out of his way
to take blood pressure meds?

Maybe this whole thing
is about side effects --

not the bad ones, but good ones.

You know,
think Viagra, Rogaine --

drugs that were developed
for one thing

and now are being sold
for something else entirely.

We need to talk
to other participants,

find out what those drugs do.

Well, I know how to get college
students to talk, so come on.

(elevator bell dings)

(indistinct shouting)

(indistinct shouting)

Do we get pizza?!

Come on!

I'll tell you whose room
you should search -- Milly's.

I've seen Steve the Magician
going to visit her.

Were you jealous?

(scoffs) No.

Come on.
Pretty young lady like you?

(chuckles)

Do you think Linda was jealous?

Of course Linda was jealous.

Always had her cloudy eyes
on him,

and he rejected her.

He did not reject me.

He simply valued our friendship
too much to tarnish it.

Are you saying these
relationships were physical?

Oh, God, no.

H-He'd just flirt with them,
make them happy.

And what about you?
Did you do it?

What? No.

You could have.
I see those muscles.

I could -- W--

Well, I have been using
the resistance bands.

Mmm.

You know they got pizza
upstairs, right?

Here's the thing. It helps
you study, get stuff done.

Like Adderall times ten.

You sure it's safe?

Oh, I have no idea.

I am a laser.

Laser-focused. See my eyes?

Lasers.

Helps me with my memory.

Lets me study all night,
no crash.

Have you heard anybody
selling the pills?

Impossible. Every time
you pick up your pills,

you have to give a blood sample,
prove you've been taking them.

Are you on it right now?

Pssh. There's totally
a black market.

One time, I took double the
dose, just as an experiment.

It did not go well.

Do you know Milo Braham?

Milo? Oh, yeah. Sure.

Yeah, he was
definitely buying, yeah.

Used them to stay up all night,
make art or whatever.

Kind of a waste.

The girl who died?
I heard rumors she was selling.

Really?
You know what it's like

to go and visit
your elderly father

and find out the place is empty?

And a firefighter
is there telling you

that everybody's
at the police station

because there's been a murder?!

I'm so sorry.

Ma'am, I-I really can imagine
that must have been

very upsetting,
but Ms. Hernandez

was just following
our orders, so --

Doesn't even matter,

because I was coming
to take him out anyway.

Dad! Come on!

-WOMAN: Where is the pizza?!
-LEIGH: Come on, Dad.

And I specifically asked you to
help him control his spending,

and you didn't do that, so we're
finding a new place for him.

I'm sorry. What were you saying
about his spending?

He goes online
and charges a fortune.

I cancel the card,
and he just orders another one.

They told me they would
put passwords on his computer

to stop him,
but obviously, they lied.

(elevator bell dings)

Gus, it's so easy
to get sucked in.

I-I get it, man. Is it --
For me, it's jewelry.

Is it -- Is it
art supplies for you?

I don't even use the Internet.

WOMAN:
Said she was gonna call you.

MAN: She's gonna be there. You
know we got to study, though.

(indistinct conversations)

Hey. Should I ask?

Should I?

-Probably not.
-Hm.

Uh, hey, can you
hook me up with someone

in the GBI's financial crimes
division?

Sure. Um, Eric Peterson.
He's the best.

Great. Thanks.

Tell me.

The case I'm working.
The dead girl.

She's one of us, Ange.
She had no one.

Put herself in harm's way
just trying to support herself,

make it through college.

Shouldn't have happened.

No, it shouldn't have,
but she's got you now.

Eric Peterson.

Yeah.

(recorder clicks)

Selling drugs puts you at risk.

You could have been killed
for the drugs, Alison.

(echoing)
You're disappointed in me.

No.

Good people make bad choices.

And I understand
what you were up against.

You know what they give you

when they kick you out
of the home at 18, right?

$200 and a bus pass. I know.

I was so hungry, I shoplifted
for food when I was 19.

Got caught, too.

I was lucky.

The captain of
the police precinct --

her name's Amanda Wagner --

and for reasons
I'll never understand...

she took an interest in me.

You were so close, Alison.

You just needed one more thing
to break your way.

So, no.

No judgment.

None at all.

I'm gonna find who did this
to you, Alison.

I promise.

(recorder clicks)

(Will sighs)

If Alison was selling,
someone inside the study

had to be helping her
get the extra pills.

Yeah, it must have been her ex,
right? Jason Howell?

That's what I thought,
then I talked to Chancellor Kuo

this morning,
and she says that the rules

for drug trials on campus
are crystal clear,

specifically to prevent
this sort of thing.

No pills without a blood test
proving that the subject's

actually taking them.

Okay. Well, who signs off
on the blood test?

The head researcher.
In this case, it's Dr. Tilda.

Any way she could get
extra pills?

Maybe.

And she could falsify data,

claim there are more
participants

than there really are,

pass on the extra pills
for Alison to sell.

That note Alison wrote --
"I want it to end."

You think she was talking about
her arrangement with Dr. Tilda?

Let's go find out.

You think I would jeopardize
my reputation,

my entire academic career,
for a few extra dollars?

Maybe it was a lot
of extra dollars.

You're going through
a nasty divorce, right?

Every penny counts.
(scoffs)

Oh, and a non-tenure
faculty position

isn't exactly
a lottery ticket.

Probably why
you were shifting over

to pharmaceutical research
in the first place.

I would never
falsify research.

How many participants
do you claim are in the trial?

I can't discuss any of
the details of my work

without a warrant.

Oh.

(paper unfolds)

Good thing we have one.

Should we, uh, take a walk
over to your lab?

What'd the GBI guy say?

Alright. Dead magician guy,
Steve Susperio --

real name,
Steven Gary Carmichael.

He was already
under investigation

by the GBI
for identify theft.

He's been
siphoning away money

from elderly residents
all over the state.

-How?
-(sighs)

No. Really?

Hypnotizing them?

Social Security numbers,
passwords,

anything he could get.

(chuckles) Wow.
What a scumbag.

Yeah.

So you think a bunch of
the residents figured it out

and ganged up on him?

Now they're keeping
a code of silence?

I think that's
a little elaborate,

considering the crowd
we just met.

(cellphone rings)

Ormewood. Yeah?

Okay. Thank you.

(beep)

Well, they finished
the search.

Someone conveniently
poured water

all over their computers
on their way out.

-That was the fire drill.
-Yeah.

-Remember Sheila?
-Yeah.

Well, it turns out a rabbit

wasn't the only thing
she took from Steve.

Did she take his phone?

They're bringing it in
right now.

Jackpot!

Just so you know,
I'm calling my attorney.

Well, that's gonna be
very expensive for you,

-and it's not gonna help.
-Will, the door!

Ohh! Oh, my God. No.
No, no, no, no. No! Oh!

♪♪

(gasps) Oh, my God.

Ohh!

I'll get the paramedics.

It's Darla.

You're okay.
Just stay with us, Darla.

You're gonna be okay.

Hello. My name
is Steve Susperio.

I'm a magician,
and this is my audition tape

for America's Next
Great Entertainer.

-No way.
-Yeah.

This is the last time
he uses the phone.

I think it's all
you're gonna need.

...the joy I bring to seniors,
a childlike wonder --

The Bahamas?! When
were you gonna tell me?

What? Nancy? I-I-I --

(click, fast-forwarding)

No, I'm not trying to leave
you. That's not true!

You're lying!
You are greedy!

So we got everything
on camera?

-Yep.
-That's the truth!

They argue,
things get out of hand...

(fast-forwarding)

This is no money.

Oh, great.
Yeah, that's just great.

What are you gonna do?
Stab me now?

I've got a show to do,
you crazy loon!

NANCY: Don't call me crazy!

-Aah!
-(knife plunges)

Ohh!
Wow!

Well, you know, I gotta say,
I ruled her out

-because, I mean --
-Tiny.

-Look. She's tiny.
-Yeah.

Nancy wipes things off and
gets the hell out of there.

Never even notices the phone
across the room.

The phone just keeps
recording until...

-Hey, look. There's Sheila.
-(click)

(fast-forwarding)

Sheila. Wow.

Well, I gotta give it to him.
That was pretty entertaining.

We're terrible people.

Yeah.

WILL: Do you remember
what happened?

DARLA: I went
into the lab early.

Uh, Jason was --

was getting really behind
on his reports,

which was
totally understandable,

so I thought I'd catch up
his work for him.

And as I did,
I-I noticed something strange.

Strange like what?

(monitor beeping)

The bloodwork for
multiple participants --

it was identical.

It was as if one person was
giving multiple blood samples,

a-a-and Jason was just entering
them under different names.

Was one of those names
Alison Schooner?

Yes.

I couldn't understand it,
so I went to the records room

to see if anything like that
had happened before.

I was standing there,
looking through the logs,

and -- and then I heard
someone come in behind me.

(sobbing)
I don't understand it.

I can't believe
he would hurt me.

It was Jason?

Mm. (sobs)

(sighs)

Jason Howell wasn't
in his apartment.

-And his car's still outside?
-Bicycle, too.

We've canvassed the area,
but no one's seen him.

He's got to be hiding
somewhere here.

Laundry room, mailroom.

Does this building
have a basement?

Yeah. This way.

♪♪

Check the stairwell.
And be careful. He's dangerous.

♪♪

(machinery clanking)

♪♪

(metal creaking)

(steam hissing)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Of course, Vera. I know.

Not exactly the low-profile
investigation you had hoped for.

Hang in there.
We'll get a drink soon.

Chancellor Kuo?

She's giving Dr. Tilda
a leave of absence with pay.

Believes she didn't know
what Jason was up to,

but she's
still responsible

for the study
getting out of control.

-What?
-Something's not right.

Okay, so talk to me.

But I need evidence,
not just your gut.

Here's a question.
Jason was strong.

That's not a question.

If he was trying
to make Alison's death

look like suicide, why not
just hold her underwater?

Why stab her and risk getting
caught? It's a dumb move.

FAITH: It could be
an emotional reason.

He loved her.
He wanted it to be quick.

He didn't want
to feel her struggle.

Or he didn't kill her
at all.

Maybe the killer wanted us to
figure out it wasn't suicide.

Because they wanted us
to think it was Jason.

Our killer wasn't dumb.
They're smart. Very smart.

Hmm.

Guess you
better be smarter.

I guess so.

♪♪

I know it's upsetting.

Jason was a very disturbed
young man.

But it's all over now.

All right? You can focus on
healing, go on with your life.

Thank you.

Excuse me, agents.
Can I speak to one of you?

♪♪

(door closes)

DARLA: I'll never stop
thinking about them.

For the rest of my life.

My entire career.

I'm going to dedicate it
to Alison.

I'm sure that would
mean something to her,

being remembered.

Yeah.

(door opens)

Will?

♪♪

You take care of yourself,
Darla.

Milo Braham just
regained consciousness.

WILL: That's great. No need to
rush to get his statement

now that we know
he was just a buyer.

Yeah, except
he just admitted

he was following Alison
the night she died.

He said he saw her
being attacked.

He wants to talk to us.

Alright. So let's go.
What room is he in now?

237, but please wait
at least a few hours.

Milo's sleeping.
It's imperative he rest.

He's still quite weak.

Great. We'll come back
first thing in the morning.

Fine.
Thank you, Doctor.

(monitor beeping)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(click)

Milo's not here.
He's still in a coma.

Oh. I...

It was the boiler room.
That's what tipped me off.

It was smart.

(steam hissing)

♪♪

(body thuds)

♪♪

(steam hissing)

You were trying
to keep the body warm,

obscure time of death.

(steam hissing)

You needed us to believe
that you were stabbed first

then Jason died,
not the other way around.

(exhales sharply)

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We found the scalpel, the one
that you used to stab yourself.

♪♪

♪♪

Didn't make sense.

Why would someone stab Alison
with such deadly precision

then stab you precisely
where you wouldn't die?

No, this is, uh --
this is a mistake.

You were the one
taking advantage of Alison.

You were supplying the pills,
and she was selling them,

and when she wanted to stop,
you killed her.

Tried to frame Jason.

Right?

♪♪

(whimpering)

Oh, no. I --

No, I was --
I was helping her!

I gave her half the money,

and she was going to tell on me,
ruin everything!

It's not fair!

No.
Nothing ever is.

Darla Wall, you are
under arrest for the murders

of Alison Schooner
and Jason Howell.

♪♪

Ms. Hernandez was not
just dating the magician.

She was his accomplice.

And she wasn't the only one.

The guy'd been grifting his way
across the Sun Belt,

cozying up
to lonely administrators

at every senior home
that booked him.

We turned over her computer
to the GBI.

And we started
a betting pool

on how much Susperio grifted off
the boomers over the years.

It's a lot. I got 85K.

That's too low.
You want in?

I just never want to hear
about this again.

Good job, you two.

(chuckles)

♪♪

Poof.

(chuckles)
Terrible people.

♪♪

(sighs)

Good work, partner.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah.
Sure I will.

How about you?

You, uh, gonna see how things
go with Dr. Far-hottie?

Whoa. Boundaries. Okay, uh,
never say that again.

(elevator bell dings)

I can't believe I was trying
to have a moment with you.

-Unh-unh.
-Oh.

This is serious.

Mm.

Alright.
Last, but not least.

What's on the potatoes?
It's delicious.

Oh. If I told you all
my cooking secrets,

you wouldn't need me
anymore, huh?

Whoa!
Little spicy.

That's the harissa,

and, uh, it's got
a little kick of cayenne.

It'll sneak up on you.
Betty can't have any of this.

Here. Come on.

She doesn't handle spice
very well, do you, girl?

But you got plenty of spice,
don't you?

Yes, you do.
Okay. Alright.

Hey, I-I want
to say something.

Um, Will closed a case today,
a murder,

and I think we should
honor the victim.

Seriously?
During dinner?

Well, yeah.

Uh...I'll start.

I didn't know Alison Schooner,
but she existed.

She got herself out
of the system, into college.

That means she was tough.

I, uh, would have liked
to have known her.

I'm sad that I won't.

How old was she?

19.

Man, that sucks.

Yeah.

Here's what I know
about Alison.

Um, she was an oxy orphan,
and she bounced

through five foster homes and --

Oh, my God. I am not inviting
you to my funeral.

It's not a case report.

(Alabama Shakes'
"You Ain't Alone" plays)

She felt alone.

She didn't have anyone,
and, uh, she was trying.

She was learning, you know,
starting to let people in.

You know how hard that is.

And I'd like to think
that eventually, um,

if things
had been different,

she'd be sitting in a room
just like this.

♪ You ain't alone ♪

Not alone.

♪ Just let me be ♪

So, to Alison.

You were seen, you were known,
you'll be remembered.

♪ You ain't alone ♪

♪ Just let me be ♪

Okay,
food's getting cold.

I'm gonna get offended.
Let's go. Come on.

Not sure if I can eat
any more.

You just can't take the heat
of the harissa.

Give me your potatoes.
Thank you.

♪ Your ticket home ♪

♪♪

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