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ORMEWOOD: Previously on Will Trent...

Mom, what are you doing here?

Franklin said you
needed some help.

I really don't need
any help,

and I'm sure you have
other things to do.

Oh, baby, I'm retired.

Evelyn, how are you?

Took a while to figure out how
to maneuver this stage in life

with your knife still
in my back.

You know how I said
I grew up in a group home?

Well, Will was there.

What happened here?

I came home from work early
and I found him.

Lenny Broussard,
you're under arrest.

-(screams)
-(screams)

-You weren't here.
-No, no, I killed Lenny, okay?

What are you doing here?

I got a lot of work to do
if we're to make the scene

match your statement.

(funky music)

Hold up, hold up.

You go cook your father
breakfast

every morning?

AMANDA: That was the deal
when I got my own place.

I said I'd stop by every day.

Amanda Wagner,
you need to grow a spine.

I wouldn't make breakfast
for my husband every morning,

and we're under the same roof.

How's Bill doing now,
with you back at work?

Mm, smart enough
to say he's fine.

What, you see something?

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

Oh, God.

Oh...

♪ ♪

10-55, my location,
an alley between Bismarck

and Manchester.

Caucasian female, early 20s.

Looks like a body dump.

Looking for a real sicko
this time.

♪ ♪

PETE: Sutures to the mouth
were made prior to death.

ORMEWOOD: Cross stitch.

PETE: Exactly.

Didn't take you for a sewer,
Detective Ormewood.

My nana used to do them,
just not on people.

Do we know what he used
to pierce the heart?

I'm leaning towards screwdriver,
but could be an awl.

(sighs) Wow.

Strangled to death and then
stabbed through the heart.

Really crosses his T's
and dots his I's, this guy.

(door thuds)

Can we help you?

Will went to go pick Angie up
from the hospital,

so you got me.

What's she talking about?

Oh, there was another case
two weeks ago.

Same strangulation, stabbing,
antemortem mutilation.

Could be a serialist.

Look, APD asked us to partner.

(sighs) Fine.

I'd rather work with you bozos
than get assigned

a temporary partner
for this one.

How's Angie?

Polaski's a survivor.

(announcement playing on PA)

You couldn't find
the blue hoodie?

You left it on the floor.

Betty found it
particularly comfortable.

Don't forget this.

Thanks for coming.

The hospital wouldn't let me
use a ride app.

Sure.

I assume I'm taking you
to your place?

I think that's for the best.

Agreed.

You got a date
for your internal review board?

Yeah, it's tomorrow.

You know what you're gonna say?

(quiet dramatic music)

♪ ♪

I'm just gonna tell 'em
what happened.

The truth?

Right.

♪ ♪

I'll pull the car around.

Female victim
was Brooke Miller, 31.

Her husband reported her
missing three days ago.

FAITH:
Went grocery shopping.

Car was found unlocked in the
parking lot, no signs of her.

ORMEWOOD: Her husband's name
is Spencer Miller,

and he's coming in
for an interview.

AMANDA:
And the other victim was male?

Edward Ross, 34.

Body was found two weeks ago.

Ross was living in
a week-to-week motel.

When he stopped paying,
the landlord boxed up

all his stuff and set it aside
just in case he came back.

We sent a uniform out
to pick it all up.

Based on the last time
that they were seen

and their estimated time
of death,

our killer keeps them alive
approximately 48 hours,

then he finishes them off
and dumps them.

One upper-middle-class female,

one male living on the margins.

Not your typical pattern.

Well, I agree,
but the body trauma is uncanny.

This is a very specific kind
of psycho.

There's something else
that links them together.

Something weird.

Weirder than mouths sewn shut

and a screwdriver
through the heart?

Nail polish,

on both the female
and the male victims.

Hmm.

(somber music)

Well, there are a lot
of sick puppies in the world.

Could be dealing with two
killers in communication...

Inspired by the same source.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

That's the surest way
to miss something.

We'll keep
the investigations separate

but track any overlap,
see what emerges.

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

Evelyn, I need you.

He's back.

I thought nights were the
busiest time for prostitutes.

Nah, the morning rush
and lunch breaks.

They bring fast money
in bunches for these girls.

Now y'all know
you're dead wrong

for messing with our money
right now.

We could haul your ass off
to jail just for saying that.

That's not why we're here.

What's that?

Just a little care package.

Tampons, toothbrush,
washcloth, condoms.

Ain't nothing free
on the street.

So what do y'all want?

We just want to remind
you girls

to stay safe out here.

Don't stroll alone,

try to keep the nighttime work
to a minimum,

and report any strange johns
lurking around.

Is this about that
other red-haired girl

that got all tore up?

I heard they glued
her mouth shut.

Her hair was brown, stupid.

And it was her eyelids.

Actually, it was her mouth
and her eyelids,

and they weren't glued,
they were sewn.

Just do us a favor
and stick to your regulars.

Don't get in the car
with anybody you don't know.

I don't care how much money
they offer.

Now where's Lucy?

VERONICA:
She ain't shown up yet.

But I know Lucy won't miss
this lunch crowd, though.

(uneasy music)

♪ ♪

Now, why you two fem cops
messing with my ladies?

They ain't doing nothing
but standing around.

Nobody's messing with them.

We're just making sure
they're safe.

I'm all the safety they need.

Yeah, we see what
your safety looks like.

Teaching my girls
how to behave

is part of keeping them safe.

They don't know how to keep
they mouths shut,

somebody bound to shut it
for 'em.

You know, I see something
wonderful inside them uniforms,

something that could make a lot
more money than a cop salary.

Y'all come talk to me
if you ever need work.

Oh, you'll definitely
see us again.

What do they call you?

Juice.

They call me Juice.

EVELYN:
The mouth thing, yes.

The screwdriver, that's new,

and he never touched
their eyelids.

The red nail polish.

They're older.

They're not sex workers.
One of the victims was a male.

This is
a totally different pattern.

I don't know,
maybe I'm overreacting,

but I need to know.

Juice died in prison
six years ago.

Maybe he bragged about it,
gave someone else the itch.

Okay, so then why don't you
loop in the agents

working on the case?

Seriously, Mandy?

I assigned it
before I knew the details.

Evelyn...

I-I can't tell Will unless
I'm absolutely sure about it.

I need your help.

Please.

I've convinced myself that
Juice murdered these women,

and the fact that it stopped
once he went away

only confirmed it.

But we always had our doubts.

What if Juice didn't do it?

Wouldn't be
the first time someone

was punished for something
they didn't do, huh?

Are we good?

Yeah, we're good.

I'll help.

Not like I have
anything else better to do.

FAITH:
Mr. Miller, so how many years

were you and Brooke married?

13 this September.

ORMEWOOD:
So she was 18 and you were...?

47.

I know how this looks.

I was old enough
to be her father.

-Nobody was thinking that.
-I was thinking that.

Okay, maybe I was, too.

She was an old soul, okay?

Brooke went through more

in the first 18 years
of her life

than most of us
do in a lifetime.

All I wanted to do
is take care of her.

-Yeah, I'll bet.
-(bangs table)

She had a hellish childhood,

only to be murdered
by some sick freak?

What do you mean
by a hellish childhood?

What exactly happened?

She was an orphan.

(sighs) Materials recovered

from victim Edward Ross,
box number three.

Yet another
unfinished pack of gum.

This was someone
who liked to chew.

A, uh, supermarket club card.

(dark music)

♪ ♪

EVELYN:
I miss file folders.

Even after we digitized,

I always printed out
my reports.

Faith used to make fun of me.

She said, "The days of holding
actual paper

are done, Mother."

(both laugh)

Clearly, APD didn't get
their electronic memo.

Hey, top me off.

Oh, okay.

Are we getting closer?

FAITH:
Yes.

Found it.

Ooh, just hope the papers
don't crumble.

Hey, to dead pimps.

The best kind.

(both chuckle)

(jaunty music)

You remember
Juice's defense attorney?

Oh, yeah, the guy
that had the hots for you.

Sure, um, uh, Jimmy, uh...

James. James Ulster.

And he did not have
the hots for me.

See, that's why
you don't get any sex.

See, that's unnecessary.

You know, he fought hard
for Juice,

didn't want him to take a plea.

Wonder how much
he would remember.

Hmm. Let's go see.

Worst thing that happens,
you get a date.

(chuckles)

Come on, Will. I'm almost done.

You said you wouldn't be here.

Does the name Edward Ross
mean anything to you?

-What?
-WILL: Recent murder victim,

grisly MO,
found this in his stuff.

And, uh, Brooke Tandy,
the little blonde girl

I used to carry
on my shoulders,

she was killed too.

I hadn't seen her
since we were kids.

Didn't recognize her
with her married name.

Edward.

Maybe Teddy Connor?

He was adopted, you know,
so I don't know

what his new last name was.

What's going on?

I think someone's
targeting people

from the children's home.

(dark music)

(elevator bell dings)

Ladies.

Eddie!

I'll take the keys.
I'ma walk it.

Evening, Mr. Campano.

Here's a 20,
I'll take 18 back.

I'm just kidding, 15.

I'm kidding!
It's all yours.

-(both laugh)
-What do you take me for?

Hey, you keep your head up,

one day, you're gonna run
this place.

Just remember us
small people, huh?

Okay.

(engine turns over)

SINGER:
♪ We're still having fun ♪

♪ And you're still the one ♪

(Orleans' "Still the One"
playing on stereo)

♪ You're still the one
that makes me strong ♪

(choking)

SINGER:
♪ We're still having fun ♪

♪ And you're still the one ♪

WILL:
Glad you're okay.

So why didn't you call
the police?

I did. You're my police.

Fine.

Start from the beginning
with every detail you remember.

All right, I was leaving the gym
after a very tough leg day.

There are two types of people
in this world, Trent:

the calves and the calf-nots.

Your dog is obsessed
with me, Trent.

Do you have a lint roller?

Okay.

Come here, girl. I got you.

All right, skip to after
your workout, please.

Is this tap?

I'm not your personal police,
Paul, okay?

So tell me what happened
or go file a report.

All right, so we're pulling
security footage,

and I've got a team coming
to swab your car.

You know that you don't have
to be involved in a crime

just to see us, right?

Well, believe it or not,
when things are going well,

there are other people
I like to spend my time with.

Should I ask or pretend
I don't notice?

Go ahead and ask,
see what happens.

Stop interrupting.
He'll leave sooner.

Yeah, so I'm trying to bulk up
before the summer, you know,

'cause I'm single now.

Abigail filed for divorce,
by the way.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Let's go back to the attack.

So I get to my car.

(engine turns over)

SINGER:
♪ And you're still the one ♪

PAUL: The windows were foggy,
like someone was in there.

And as I turned
to check the backseat, wham,

there's a belt around my neck.

Thought I was gonna die.

SINGER:
♪ Still having fun ♪

PAUL:
Then I remembered--creatine.

(Orleans' "Still the One"
playing on stereo)

(horn blares)

Your douchey protein shake
saved your life.

WILL: Were you able
to get a look at him?

Not really.

I could tell he was strong.

Smelled good,
which is weird to say,

but it was like a hand lotion
or something.

Never driving a car
with a back seat again.

Did you keep in touch
with Teddy Connor

or Brooke Tandy from the home?

Oh, yeah.
We're in a book club together.

We're reading Prince Harry's--
no, of course not.

They're dead.

And we think there's
a serial killer

who's targeting people
that lived

at the Holy Grace
Children's Home.

Damn.
Thanks for the heads-up, guys.

You should check into a hotel

and stay there
till we know more.

Do we think that the killer
could be one of us?

We're still trying
to figure that out.

But Betty's staying
by my side until we do.

Isn't that right, girl?

You know
who you should look at?

Remember PeePee Percy?

There's a name
I haven't heard in years.

Yeah, he was a weird kid.

Mrs. Flannery caught him
watching girls

in the shower
through a hole in the wall.

Used to kill mice,
keep them under his bed.

Worth looking into.

Either of you remember
his legal name?

PeePee...Percival?

I'm so glad
you're safe, Paul.

Hey, last night, Paul Campano

almost became
victim number three.

The connection's undeniable.

What does Amanda think?

She doesn't know.

Is that why we're doing
this here?

Look, Angie and I have
the best chances

of cracking this case.

There's no way Amanda
would let us

work on it if she knew.

Angie's still
on administrative leave,

and technically,
we're both suspects--

And targets.

-So how do you wanna play it?
-You're okay with this too?

I think he has a point.

Will and I made
a list of all the kids

we can remember from that time.
We need to locate them.

There's some whose
full names we don't remember,

or maybe they
changed their names.

So can you two subpoena

the Division of Family
and Children's Services?

Yeah, can do.

PeePee Percy?

This creepy kid
who always had a wet stain

on the front of his pants.

He's our number-one
suspect right now.

We just don't remember
his last name.

Well, we'll have to root him
out the old fashioned way.

Asparagus.

(jazz music)

Excuse me,
we don't allow walk-ins.

-Ma'am. Ma'am!
-We're meeting a friend.

Isn't that right, James?

Forgive me, I don't, uh...

Look at you, Counselor.

You must have gotten tired
of defending

the poor and downtrodden.

-You looking like money.
-(both chuckle)

Evelyn Mitchell,
Deputy Director Amanda Wagner.

You both look wonderful. Young.

Mm, that's true, but we're not
here to talk about us.

Amanda, look how chic you are.

All those wasted years
in uniform

when you had this going on.

We should hold
a press conference

-right this instant.
-(clears throat)

We want to ask you
about one of your old clients,

a pimp named Juice.

You remember him?

You mean Julius Walker?

Let's show a dead man
the respect

of calling him
by his given name.

Mm, I'm not inclined to give
pimps who beat their girls

to a bloody pulp any respect.

What's all this about?

We're investigating
some recent murders,

looking into connections
to those prostitutes.

Well, it can't be Juice,
because Juice is dead.

I thought you said
call him Julius.

I was just posturing.

He was innocent, by the way.

He admitted to beating
one of his girls to death.

But he wasn't a serial killer.

He only took that plea deal
to avoid the death penalty.

Are you sure you ladies
wouldn't like a drink?

It's on me.

Did--did Juice mention
any other suspects?

Any leads the detectives
didn't follow?

There was one man
that Juice mentioned.

He was a regular
with some of his girls.

He liked to brush their hair,
primp them,

that sort of thing.

I always thought
that was important

because of the, uh, the nails.

Remember?

Red polish.

You still have any
of your old notes, hmm?

Anything I could look into?

Amanda Wagner, shame on you.

You know even if I did,

those notes
are still confidential.

Oh, come on, James.

A favor between old friends?

You know, I'll take a look.

I always did have
a soft spot for you.

I think I have them
in storage somewhere.

Yeah, I could bring them over
myself.

It would be great to catch up.

We'd appreciate that.

You really think there
might be a connection here?

I mean, those murders
were over 30 years ago.

If whoever killed
those girls is still kicking,

it would be with a walker.

Tara, wait a minute.

What do you want, Wags?

Nothing from you.

Lucy, where have you been?

We thought something happened.

Something did.

I got arrested.

We got her from here, Tara.

Gracias.

De nada.

How long do you think you
can keep hiding that pooch?

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

You are almost crowning.

Some guys pay extra for this.

Gross.

Found a place
that'll take care of you.

I can't just leave.

You need to stop
worrying about Juice.

Is this his?

No.

-Do you even know who it is?
-It's mine.

The baby's dad's
not a part of this.

EVELYN: All the more reason
to start worrying

about yourself and the baby.

Just say the word,
and we'll bring you there.

This is your life.

(soft sentimental music)

What kind of place?

A place where there's nuns.

But they don't judge.

That's probably not true,
but you get your own room.

And let's be for real,

judgy nuns are better
than johns.

Come on, you're smart.

You can change your life.

You do those yourself?

Every time I do my own,
one hand ends up looking janky.

One of my regulars does them.

It's kind of sweet, honestly.

Lucy, no more regulars.

Come on, just let us help you.

Nuns.

Not Johns. Nuns.

Not johns.

(both chanting)
Nuns, not johns,

nuns not johns, nuns not johns.

Nuns not johns!

Fine, I'll go.
Just stop with the chanting.

I'll need to get
my things together.

Tomorrow morning, okay?

10:30.

Bench right outside
the tire shop.

♪ ♪

Okay.

Tammy Purdy moved to Sturgis,

where she works
at a coffee shop.

Is a sad it took all of this
for us to look her up?

Yeah, she really wants
to reminisce.

Okay, who else?

(phone ringing)

What about...

Trent.

ORMEWOOD:
I hate the government.

Can you say that
in this building?

If you're listening,
I don't mean it.

But they're making it real hard
to get sealed juvenile records.

We tracked down
five different IDs,

still nothing on a Percy.

And we're trying
for birth certificates,

medical records,
but apparently,

for some people,
those just don't exist.

Well, there is one place

that might still have
all of these documents.

Hard copies.

Nothing's changed...

except everything.

For better or for worse.

I swore I'd never come back
to this place once I left.

Yet, here we are.

(somber music)

♪ ♪

ANGIE: It was so much bigger
in my head.

Best thing to come from
this place was meeting you.

You know, I remember
the first day you showed up.

Had all your things
in a Sav-Mor Drug Store bag.

I was terrified.

You didn't seem like it.

That was the first thing
I noticed.

You okay?

♪ ♪

(soft suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

Holy moly.

You and I had
some fun back there.

WILL: Yeah, doesn't get
more romantic than this.

ANGIE:
Yeah, for rats and roaches.

WILL: It's kind of sad,
if you think about it.

All the chairs and forks,
everything's been taken.

Even the garbage cans
found a new home somehow,

not like most of us kids.

ANGIE:
Ha!

They left the beets
and the kidney beans.

Of course they did.
Nobody wants those.

ANGIE:
That's us.

You and me.

I'm the beets.
You're the beans.

Why am I the beans?

ANGIE: Because I'm a redhead
and you're weird.

What people donate
to food drives

is the best character test
in the world.

Yeah, beets and beans
that nobody likes.

Why not some tuna or soup?

No? Okay.

Yeah, we'll just have
some beet and bean casserole.

ANGIE:
Same with toy drives.

You remember Christmas presents?

WILL:
Yeah, to "a boy" or to "a girl."

Remember on our birthdays,
Miss Flannery,

she'd let us pick out
our favorite kind of candy bar?

Oh, I couldn't wait
to try nougat. (chuckles)

WILL:
I was always Charleston Chew.

It's that one day a year
that you could feel special.

You ever gonna tell me
what really happened?

ANGIE:
Nope.

Well, at least
you're admitting you lied.

You know what? Forget I asked.

ANGIE: What do you think
happened, Will?

Well, I think
you killed Lenny,

made it look like self-defense.

So what if I told you
that's what happened?

What would you do?

Well, I'd say,
"Why don't we talk about it?"

Can you stay out of it?

How hard is that?
Stay out of it.

I'm trying to keep
you out of it.

I will get out of your life.

I didn't ask you
to get out of my life.

That's because, you know what,

you can't handle change
very well.

You still have a flip phone.

I'm serious.

You should get
on some dating apps.

There's a whole world out here.

Call that little shoplifter
girl you arrested.

What's her name, Ava?

♪ ♪

All the documents are gone.

ANGIE:
This is the only place

that Mrs. Flannery kept them,
right?

WILL: (sighs) Yeah.

(dog barking)

Betty?

(dog barking)

♪ ♪

What is it, girl?

Huh?

(dog barking, whining)

♪ ♪

He's messing with us.

ANGIE:
Look at us, on the right.

So that's Brooke, that's Teddy.

Who's the third kid?

That's David Reynolds.

Right.
He wore that shirt every day.

(cell phone ringing)

♪ ♪

Trent.

Okay.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

There's another body.

WILL:
David Reynolds.

Where'd you find him?

In the service alley
behind a row of businesses.

Same pattern as the others.

FAITH: The victim's fiancée
reported him missing.

Okay, this is
the third victim from the home,

not to mention
the photo we found.

The only good news
is that there's no way

a judge will deny a subpoena,

so we can warn the others.

The fiancée also said that
David received

a certified letter

from the Georgia Housing
Endowment a few weeks ago.

There's no such thing
as a Georgia Housing Endowment.

I know.

The letter said
that anyone who lived

at the Holy Grace Children's
Home was entitled

to some sort
of asbestos settlement.

He just needed
to confirm his identity.

David finally replied.

Few days later, he went missing.

He was catfishing them,

making sure he had
the right guy.

Hey, we need to figure out
who sent that letter,

see if anyone in the home
received one like it.

Wow.

Full house.

I was only expecting
Deputy Director Wagner.

Who told Amanda about this?

PETE:
I did.

Recurring torture patterns
on multiple victims

seems significant enough
to loop in the boss.

I agree with Pete.
We need to tell her.

Pete,
could you give us a minute?

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

You are in danger.
So is Angie. Explain.

This is personal, Faith.

Whoever's doing this,
they're threatening us.

We deserve a chance
to find them.

Deserve?
Who cares what you deserve?

I do.
These people are our past.

Can you understand that?

Mom?

-What's she doing here?
-What is she doing here?

She? I'm your mother.
She's your boss.

Don't question us.

Where does "mother"
exactly rank

in the chain of command?

Former Captain Mitchell
is here as my guest.

And Angie's here as my guest.

I wanted her perspective
on the case.

Why Angie's, specifically?

That's helpful.

I'm sorry, Polaski.

But the GBI's relationship
with the APD

is more important
than any one case,

and I just can't sanction
involving an officer on leave.

I get it.

Nice to see you,
Captain Mitchell.

Maybe you can stop
by the GBI, grab Betty.

I mean, she's cute,
but she won't shut up.

Sure. I'll get her.

Let Ormewood see her out.

So any new information
with this latest victim?

Still working on it.

Hey, wait up.

We need to get you in
protective custody or something.

Don't worry,
I'll check the backseat.

ORMEWOOD: Look, I went out
on a limb for you.

Least you can do
is keep yourself safe.

Okay, you turned in your badge
and your service weapon, right?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Then you should not be alone.

Okay, I'll stay
at Will's house,

and I'll lock the door
and put on the alarm.

Just go over my statement
for the review board.

-Thank you.
-ANGIE: All right.

I don't want to have
to break in a new partner.

(soft music)

Me neither.

EVELYN: Looks like
James Ulster did try to get

some of Juice's girls
to describe that john.

Anything helpful?

EVELYN:
It's all really vague:

you know,
tall, white, good hair.

Well, at least he asked.

I can't find any mention
of a suspicious john

in Butch or Rick's reports.

Butch and Rick were happy
to close the case entirely

the second they found Juice
with the dead girl in his room.

You know, Butch hit me once.

Did you call the cops?

(both laugh)

Girl.

You know, one time,
he threatened to rape me

with his nightstick.

Great guy.

Anyway, now you make
more money than he ever did,

so there's that.

I remember
asking him questions,

following up on leads.

Rick said the only thing
he'd tell me

is his lunch order.

It was a different time.

We should have
dug deeper, Evelyn.

We could have found that john,
stopped this whole thing.

Amanda, stop.

No, now I'm the one
sitting behind the desk,

telling Angie Polaski
she can't do her job.

(apprehensive music)

History repeats itself.

It was my fault then,
and it's my fault now.

Come on, now.

(knock at door)

Come in.

I need to talk to you.

Hey, you can't park there.

We can park
wherever we want, PeePee.

(tense percussive music)

Will?

-Percy.
-And I'm Michael.

Now that we're all
best friends,

let's have a little chat.

I hear you've been trying
to find our old housemates,

posing as the
Georgia Housing Endowment.

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

You used certified mail.
We traced the tracking numbers.

Perseus Larson, get out.
Hey!

Do not start
this vehicle, Percy.

Seat belt, really?

-Unlock this door!
-(engine turns over)

Percy! Hey, Percy!

-Unlock this door!
-Get out!

You're fleeing
law enforcement.

Hey, hey!

Do not hit my car.

-Ormewood, block him. Hey!
-Using what, Trent?

Stop the car, PeePee.

Get out the car! Hands up!

Why didn't you just do that
in the first place?

Get out.

What are you, crazy?

Up against the car.

Hands behind your back.

PERCY:
I didn't do anything wrong.

I'm a private investigator
licensed with the state.

A PI license doesn't give you
the right to trespass

and steal confidential files
or resist arrest.

Or drive with a police officer
on the hood of your car.

Condemned building,
no locks and no signage.

Won't stick.

Maybe this will.

Teddy Ross, Brooke Miller,
David Reynolds,

all of them dead.

All contacted by you.

That's mail fraud. Federal
crime.

I was doing a job. That's all.

You were an outcast, PeePee.

Grew up resentful, angry,
decided to get payback.

I never wasted a day thinking
about you miserable bitches

until I was hired,
and don't ask by who.

I don't know; that's the point
of my business.

You're gonna have
to do better than that, Percy.

You're an accessory
to three homicides.

Okay.

I got a message,

someone offering
a lot of money.

Tracked me down because
I had been at the home.

They sent me the article
and asked me to find everyone

who was there same time as us.

What article?

The one
in "Southern Society."

(suspenseful music)

That feature story
about Paul Campano

and how you rescued
his daughter.

ORMEWOOD:
It's all in there.

That you were in
a group home together,

they called you Trashcan.

Murderer hired Percy
because they saw this article.

I don't know why,
but it's the reason.

Will.

I need you in my office, now.

(tense music)

♪ ♪

You put yourself in danger,
had Agent Mitchell lie to me,

and withheld vital details
about an active serial killer.

I knew you'd take me
off the case.

You damn right!

I know you think you're the
smartest investigator

that ever lived,
but what you don't know

-could fill the Georgia Dome.
-I need to stay on this.

-I'm taking the case.
-No, that's a mistake.

Look how far I've gotten
in the last 24 hours.

I'll assign agents
for protection,

and if you say
one more word to me,

I will put you
in a jail cell myself.

You can leave now.

♪ ♪

FAITH:
I had to.

Agent Mitchell,
I'm no longer on the case.

Good luck
with the investigation.

♪ ♪

Help you ladies?

We heard there's
another dead pros.

Same MO as the one we found.

Could be the same perp--
a serial killer.

Ooh, easy there,
Cagney and Lacey.

Stay in your lane.

AMANDA:
These girls are on our beat.

We've been asking questions--

Bucking for a promotion
there, Wags?

You guys don't think vagina
crimes are worth the bother,

so someone needs
to show actual interest.

You want some balls, Mitchell?
I got a pair for you.

I'm fine with my husband's,
thank you.

Hey.

You remember
who you're talking to.

You got time to flap
your gums at the whores,

you got time
to type up our reports.

We're on our way
to meet someone.

We could do this later.

Well, according to you skirts,
this crime is very important.

So we gotta get those reports
done right away.

You want me to make sure
you go back on traffic duty?

Maybe you miss wearing
those pretty white gloves.

(ominous music)

♪ ♪

Lucy will wait for us.

She'll be okay.

♪ ♪

No question anymore.

This is all one case.

You should tell Will.

There's nothing
in those old files

that'll ever lead him
to the killer.

You sure?

He's your best.
Better than you, you said.

I never said that.

If I did, I was drunk.

Anyway, I took him
off the case.

But what is wrong
with telling him, Mandy?

You don't understand.

You had a husband.

You had Zeke, Faith, Jeremy.

I have Will.

And he already hates me
most of the time as it is.

(apprehensive music)

It's not that we
didn't catch him.

Will's gonna realize
I didn't keep her safe.

The nails, Evelyn.

It was right in front of us,

and we sent her back out there
without us.

And then I didn't keep
him safe.

He's never gonna forgive me.

Mandy, think clearly.

He's your best.

It's time for all this
to be over.

♪ ♪

(siren wailing)

AMANDA:
Stop.

Stop.

Any of you seen Lucy?

Who's asking?

Quit playing.
This is important.

You're talking about
that cute Puerto Rican girl?

-Knocked up?
-Do you know where she is?

I saw her this morning.

Where did you get that?

Bitch, it's mine. Hands off.

-Where did you get it?
-I found it.

Where?

It was on the ground
over by the damn auto shop,

near that bench.

She showed up.

She was waiting for us,
and we were late.

We'll find her.

Hand it over.
It's Lucy's, and it's evidence.

I saw Lucy.

She was sitting
on that bench, waiting,

had a garbage bag with her
like she was going somewhere.

I took a customer.
When I got back, she was gone.

How long ago was that?

About an hour.

(somber music)

Hey, car's that way.

PROSTITUTE 1:
Seriously.

PROSTITUTE 2:
They tripping, and we dipping.

We'll wait for her.

She'll come back.

I don't know how
to do this job, Ev.

-How do I do this?
-Hey.

Listen to me.

You just do it.

You think about the woman

whose boyfriend
is whaling on her

and how it's gonna feel
when she sees us roll up,

make him answer our questions.

Or the Black man
who's up against the wall

because the white cops
only see a suspect.

We're the ones who see
a father, a brother, or a son.

We need to do this job, Mandy.

♪ ♪

Detective Polaski
wouldn't miss this, Captain.

I'm positive of that.

We can give her
another minute.

♪ ♪

Should I go work
in your office?

AMANDA:
Sit down.

Why?

Unless you want to talk
the case--

Just sit.

The link...

between the old murders
and the recent ones--

it's you.

What?

One of the women
the killer took

back in the '80s...

she was your mother.

(pensive music)

♪ ♪

My mother was a Jane Doe.

No. She wasn't.

Someone left me
in a dumpster.

Yes, that's true.

But--

WILL:
What are you telling me?

Why are you bringing this up?

One of the women.

She was pregnant
when she was taken.

After I met you
when you were 19,

I dug through your records,

-pulled her file.
-You what?

She was on my beat.

I knew her.

You look just like her.

My mother was on your beat?

She was a prostitute.

♪ ♪

What was her name?

Lucy.

Lucy Morales.

Morales, huh?

Did she want me?

AMANDA:
Yes.

Yes.

Will, I'm sorry.

I just thought you'd be
better off not knowing.

♪ ♪

I've carried this emptiness
my entire life.

This hole!

Who the hell are you to decide
something like that

for me, huh?

♪ ♪

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

Angie?

Angie?

♪ ♪

(muffled dog barking)

Betty, it's okay.

It's okay. I got you.

-I got you, you're safe.
-(dog whimpering)

Okay.

(heavy heartbeat pounding)

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪