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Canaryville is Chicago.

But it's kind of not at the same time, you know?

My whole life's been here.

Nowhere else but this neighborhood that felt like a small town growing up.

My best memories happened here, so I guess it was the biggest place on earth.

Everything seems bigger when you're a kid.

But then I grew up, and now this place feels so small, so familiar.

People love familiar things because it reminds them of their past.

It makes them feel comfortable.

What if that comfort is lying to you?

Or what if you're lying to yourself?

Roots are growing into the piping.

Mac, I know why your bathroom's clogging.

I have to get the plumber out of here this weekend, otherwise that pipe's

to collapse.

Hey, uh, so this came in the mail.

Fairfield Park Academy.

How'd some fancy private school get our address?

Uh, I gave it to them. I called their admissions office like a week ago.

Really? You did?

I did.

Um, I meant to tell you. I hope so.

It's just that they have an excellent college placement rate and their student

body is over 50 % black.

This is in the suburbs. That's like an hour drive each way. You have a hard

enough time getting her to her stuff as is.

Yeah, I know.

But, you know, it's still early in the school year.

It might be an okay time to change her environment.

What about her friends?

She likes her school.

Why are we going to fix something that's not broken?

What the hell is going on? It's not really.

Kimmy texted there's a bunch of cars on Wallace.

All right, I'll check the radio.

Allison, we heard you got a body. You looking at a homicide?

Homeowner's retired.

Yeah, we know the Wilson's. We live down the street.

Forty -five minutes ago, the Wilsons go into their storm cellar to grab some

tools. Instead, discover a body. Mrs. Wilson, I'm so nervous.

Did they see anything? How much did they see? Not much. They were too spooked.

But we did clear the premises and can confirm the victim's a girl.

Nineteen, maybe twenty. No ID on her. Any witnesses see anyone flee? No.

Could I borrow your light?

Yeah. Thank you.

Natalie King's daughter from down the block? Yeah.

Yeah, Sasha.

Sasha King.

What if all we ever were was just trapped?

Stuck?

Like ants.

Captured and stabbed.

Wanting so badly to get away.

But we were never leaving.

Everything was a lie.

The comfort, all those familiar little things.

Just a lie.

A trick to trap you close.

Her name's Sasha King, 19 years old. She's a Canaryville local.

You know her?

Not real well.

You know her mom. It's a small neighborhood. She went to the school

to. She was raised over on Normal, still lived at home.

Her dad committed suicide a few years back, right? Yeah. Mom struggled with

some alcohol use there.

Caught to death as brain hemorrhaging from blunt force trauma.

There's a lot of blood loss over by the door.

She tried to get out.

Now, she was alive when they locked her down here.

Time of death between 10 p .m. and 1 a .m. last night.

She was found like this?

Yeah.

There's no post on key, and there's no keys. There's no phone, no wallet.

There's some tearing on her underwear. We could be looking at a rape.

I just spoke with the Wilsons.

They got home early this morning after spending the night with their son in Oak

Park. Alibi checks out.

They're not our offenders. They never were.

Wilsons are good people.

All right, toys, you lead the knock and talk, scour pods.

See if you can dump Sasha's phone. I want a complete timeline of all her

movements last night.

You two go let her mom know she just lost her daughter.

I don't need your notification, Adam. I know my daughter's dead.

Why would anybody want to hurt Sasha?

Do you know who did this?

Not yet, no. We're still gathering information, but we're going to find

Natalie, are you okay if I just take a look around?

Can we speak privately?

Come on.

You know that saying, canary in a coal mine?

It's like that.

Canaries were put in coal mines to warn the coal miners of carbon monoxide

poisoning.

They'd first stop singing.

Start suffocating.

Last I thought Sasha was yesterday morning around 8.

Do you know anybody that would want to hurt Sasha?

No. What about new guys in her life?

No, not any that I know of anyway.

Lily, right? Officer Walsh's daughter?

Yeah. How you holding up?

I've seen you and Sasha hanging around together. You guys were friends?

Yeah, best friends.

When's the last time you saw her?

Um, a couple days ago.

It's been a while since we've hung.

I'm sorry.

No, it's all right.

We've been besties since second grade.

We've come to be here lately.

She's been working for the campaign a lot.

Okay, whose campaign was she working for?

Greg Whitman. He's running for governor.

Was she having issues there? Anybody giving her a hard time?

Uh, no.

Everyone liked her there.

Natalie?

Is that a boyfriend of Sasha's?

No, that's my brother.

Sasha and Tommy used to hang out.

You know, like, hook up.

It was casual.

Were they hooking up recently?

I don't know.

Their situation was on and off.

It wasn't a big thing. Sure.

Do you know how things ended between them?

Lily said Stassi's relationship with her brother ended fine, but Tommy Walsh, I

mean, this kid's grown into a bit of a bad seat, got quite the rap. He is 24

years old, son of Frank Walsh, retired police.

He's got two priors, one for possession with intent, the other's an assault

charge against a female that went away due to a bad victim.

Well, Frank Walsh made it go away. Nah, nah, Frank, he's good police.

Known him for forever.

Looked after him in the academy. He's a stand -up dude.

It's on to a father.

Yo.

Still waiting on the DNA results from the buckle swab and the rape kit.

gonna take some time. It's a lot of foreign DNA.

But we do have all of Sasha's fail tower data from last night.

Her phone died at 7 p .m.

Pulled historical data. Shows her phone died all the time, so nothing weird

there. Before her phone died, she did receive several calls from Tommy Walsh

between the hours of 5 to 7 p .m. We got text messages, too.

Come on, Sasha, don't be a bitch. I know you want it. Meet me. All these games

you're playing, you're gonna find yourself playing with the wrong person.

He sounds good for it.

What sounds better is that Sasha's last cell tower ping was two blocks away from

Tommy Walsh's residence in Canaryville.

All right, Kim, Adam, I want you to move on. Just... Remember, he's a copper,

son. Be fast and quiet.

This is nice.

Hey,

Tommy.

What do you want?

CPD, we want to ask you a few questions.

Well, it's all good, man. We just need to check.

Got it. I'll take the horse.

Tim,

he just went over Joe's back roof. He's going to drop down behind the bracket.

Copy. Sammy's got a truck parked back there. It'll force him west. I'm gonna

him off. Copy you.

Stop fighting, Tommy. Get off me!

Hey, hey, hey. You think I need to hurt me, Tommy?

Huh?

What's this?

What's this?

I've been thinking about the people closest to me, who have been there for

of my firsts, who have made me feel comfortable, safe.

It feels so good when it's good, you know?

But really, they're hiding something dirty, dangerous even.

And one day, all I see is a familiar stranger.

And it's the face of someone I'd never want to know.

Recognize that?

I thought you made a bunch of these tapes, Tommy. You should have quit it a

whole life.

That's you she's talking about, isn't it?

You're the familiar stranger, aren't you?

Here's what we know, Tommy.

We know that you saw Sasha last night. In fact, we think you were the last

person with her.

So what happened?

She didn't want to be with you anymore? That made you mad?

I get that. I do.

You'd known her your whole life.

You're the son of a cop.

You gotta know, if we got you sitting in front of us like this, we got a damn

good reason.

We're building a case for rape and murder. I didn't rape or murder anyone.

down.

Tell us what happened then. I don't know what the hell she was talking about on

that tape, and I wouldn't know.

Sasha was too good for me now.

Oh.

And yet you were with her last night.

Hank, I need you downstairs.

Frank, let's go in the office. No, no. I want to see my goddamn son. I

understand. You know I do. Let's just keep... No, don't do that.

You couldn't have given me a courtesy, Adam?

I'm police.

You know me. Frank. How many times he and you have been down at Kelly's having

drinks, huh?

I'm Sergeant Boyd. Yeah, I know all about you, Hank Boyd.

Well, then I'm sure you also know that CPD has the right to hold with or

counsel. We had 72 hours. Yeah, it's 48.

We found two grams of heroin on Tommy, Frank.

Judge Clarkson granted us an extension.

Are you kidding me?

It's nothing personal. We're doing our jobs. I know you understand that.

personal? No. That's my goddamn son.

He didn't kill anyone. Frank, he's dead.

Well, then so am I.

I'm not leaving until Tommy does.

And I'm calling my lawyer.

If you go near my son before he arrives.

I'll have all your badges.

Okay.

We got a hit on Sasha. She swiped a CTA card last night at 9 .20 p .m. at the

hostage stop.

After she was with Tommy? Yep. She got off the train next to Greg Whitman's

campaign office on the mag mile at 9 .40 p .m. No Tommy Walsh in sight.

There's no evidence she ever got back on the CTA card. Never swipes again.

Nothing on CTA's footage. Okay, well, this changes the timeline. Doesn't clear

Tommy. Sure, but...

Why aren't you going to work that late? How'd you get back to Canaryville and

wind up dead? Head over to Whitman's office. Find out.

So leave.

Just leave.

That's what I tell myself.

But can you?

Can you really just leave?

Or does the past follow you?

Does that sap just drip from your bones until you're pulled back?

Hey, Kim Burgess, Detective Edgeworth.

Excuse me.

Hi, I'm Officer Ruzick. You got a minute to talk?

Um, I don't work here.

Alex Feldman, I'm a donor.

Dropped by to see Greg, but I just missed him. Okay, when Greg's out of the

office, who's in charge?

Um, campaign manager's gone for the day, so I guess...

That would be me.

I'm Edna Lopez, field director.

What is this about?

Sasha King.

She's a volunteer here, right?

Yeah.

What time did you guys close yesterday?

Um, we were closed yesterday due to the rally in Deerfield, so nobody should

have been here during the day. Look, I'm sorry, but what's this about?

Investigating Sasha's murder.

What? She was found dead this morning.

Um, uh, sorry, I just... I need a minute. I'm just going to use the

Just a second.

All right, Kim, I got a woman leaving.

Latina brown hair. She's headed toward the garage.

I need you to get out of the car. It's my fault. It's all my fault. Why? Have

you been drinking?

She's dead because of me.

I get it, Edna.

But you said it was all your fault. Why?

You have to help us understand this. What happened, Edna?

Did you hurt her? No.

No, I never. No. Okay, so then why is it your fault? I told her something that I

shouldn't have, okay?

Okay.

What was it? What did you tell her?

Edna, you're not going to be able to leave until you talk to us. I know that

get that. What did you tell Sasha?

I went to one of Alex's parties.

Alex Feldman, the donor you met. Okay.

I went to one three nights ago.

And then...

He invited me to an after -party with some old house.

Like, I blacked out.

Do you think that you were roofied? You know, I don't know, but...

It did feel, like, weird in the morning.

Like, my body was...

Do you think... Do you think that you were raped?

Do you think that you can tell me what happened next?

Could you do that?

Sasha noticed some bruises on me the next day at work.

She thought something bad happened.

She kept trying to convince me to report it.

Okay, so this is why she went back to the office last night.

Yeah.

Yeah, she, uh... She wanted to meet me, but I freaked out.

You know, I can't have this be true, okay? Like, I have to work with this

I just can't. I can't. So I just... I wanted it to stop, okay? And so I told

that she wanted to meet me, and he was supposed to... Who are we talking about?

Who did you tell? I told Alex.

I told Alex. I'm so sorry. I don't know. He must have...

He met her instead of me, and he must have killed her.

Did you buy it?

Oh, Sasha was going to blow the whistle, give Alex motive.

Got plenty of it. Got millions.

How'd she make it back to Canaryville? I mean, why would Alex kill her there?

All right, what do we got?

We sorted through all of this campaign footage, and Alex was there. Him and

Sasha never made it inside, but we got them both out in the street.

You got a time stamp?

10 .15 p .m., around the time she died.

Okay, so, what, he drove her to Canaryville, things escalated in the

Do we have the car in Canaryville?

No, not yet. It's not enough to get his GPS records or search for him.

A guy like that, that kind of money, we bring him in, there's no way he talks.

We need more.

Yo, Kev, you good in back?

Yep, all good. Got ass on the back door.

All right, Kim, you're up.

Hey. Look at me.

Plan simple, okay?

I'm your older cousin looking to party after a divorce, and what are you doing?

Find Alex.

Get him talking.

Get him to confess Sasha's murder. Exactly. You know what to do, because

talked it through.

All right.

Alex.

He's here.

That face. I have never seen a face like that before.

It's a good one. Oh, yeah? Well, here's my mouth telling you to let go of my

arm.

That's how you get a stamp.

What? Faces get stamps.

Oh. It just helps us regulars be on our best behavior when we're talking to you.

We'll talk.

You can go now.

You just need to relax.

Look, I'm just scared, Alex. Why?

I mean, yeah, no, it's awful that she's gone, but you know, it's Chicago.

That's your answer?

Citywide crime rate? I said a lot of things, okay?

Alex, come on.

Hey, Kim, what's your 20?

Yeah.

Hey you, remind me your name.

You know, I have keys to every room.

I'll be right back.

Kim, what's going on? Madam, madam.

It's the stamp. They drugged it, okay?

I want you to hold until you have that confession.

Hold. Hold on. What? What'd you say? Where are you?

No warning.

Just a quick, horrible death.

I was honest. God damn it.

Honesty? John, you want honesty?

Will that shut you up?

Edna's good.

We're close.

All right, Kim, Edna's close.

Are you okay? Are you okay to keep going?

Sometimes

I

feel like that we're content, even excited, and everything switches.

And I feel like I'm suffocating again.

Kim, hand me a woman.

Hold.

Hold for the confession.

All right, hun.

We're moving away.

What the hell, you bitch?

You know hey, all right

Doctor's waiting for your blood results.

Looks like it was some sort of homemade transdermal compound. I'm okay.

Fine. Really.

What do we have?

Alex Relman's in custody.

Good. We didn't get the confession we hoped for, but Edna will testify to the

raid.

We brought in all the other males from the party. We're going to question them.

As for the other prick, Dane Simmons is the owner of the house.

We'll throw charges at him for administering the drugs and his assault

You were close to getting that confession, weren't we? We were, but I

waiting any longer. I had him, and I gave an order.

You should have seen this little girl's ring.

Adam, they look like Max.

Same karate trophy, same hair gel, same book.

Hey, Kim, Kim, Kim, Kim, Kim. Hey.

I'm fine.

Let's get back to work.

Yes.

But we got you on video physically assaulting Sasha King the night of her

murder. You raped her, didn't you? No. No?

You just killed her? No.

Alex, you and your friend think it's fun to drug young women and then rape them

while they are unconscious.

And now you want me to believe you wouldn't rape and kill a girl who was

to blow the whistle on you? I didn't. I didn't.

Yes, I grabbed her. Yes, I threatened her. But then I drove her home. That is

it. I swear to God. Then how come Sasha's mom never saw her come home that

night? What?

How come Sasha's not alive and well? Why didn't she wake up in her bed? I don't

know. That's not adding up, Alex. I don't know. I never said that she went

inside. I never saw her go inside. She's not outside.

She just stood there. Yes. She was standing on her porch looking down the

when I left.

Well, that's convenient.

I'm telling the truth. I suppose your car's GPS can confirm all this.

No, I disabled it.

I swear I didn't kill her.

We have zero evidence that Alex actually drove her home. For all we know, he

drove Sasha to that cellar and killed her. Yeah, but we have zero proof of

too, Torres.

Hey, forensics is still working Alex's car.

And Sasha's prints are all over it, but there's no blood.

Emmy's results came in, too.

Traced amounts of semen were found inside Sasha.

They match Tommy's DNA.

And we can't confirm rape, no tearing or abrasions, but it is confirmation that

Sasha and Tommy had sex in the hours prior to her death.

So what the hell are we looking at?

I mean, did Tommy go back to fear after Alex allegedly dropped her off, or did

he see her at seven hours sex and then never see her after that?

No, we just need more.

We need evidence of what happened after Sasha and Alex came back to Canaryville

that night.

We still got hours on the clock on Tommy and Alex.

So dig.

Just keep digging.

We're missing something.

good, you know?

But really, they're hiding something dirty.

Dangerous, even.

And one day, all I see is a familiar stranger.

And it's the face of someone I'd never want to know.

I've been thinking about the people closest to me, who have been there for

of my firsts.

who have made me feel comfortable, safe.

A familiar stranger.

And it's the face of someone I'd never want to know.

Hey. What's up?

What if Alex was telling the truth?

So Alex said that he dropped her off at home, but she didn't go in, right? She

just stood on a porch looking down the street at something.

You know, most of these folks don't have cams.

It'll be a long shot.

What if she was looking at someone, like someone had come to see her?

Chicago Police. Does your car have cameras that record?

Mm -hmm.

You think it's Tommy?

No, not Tommy.

10 -51, that's it.

Can you enhance it?

I'm thinking the other person she had all her firsts with.

Okay. Do you mind if I come inside?

No, just a second.

Where's your dad?

Oh, out.

He'll be back soon.

Why do you need to talk to him about it? Do you mind if I wait here?

Can I sit?

Um, okay.

I'm really sorry about all this.

Must be so hard on you. I mean, you and Sasha were best friends, right, from,

like, second grade?

Yeah. My daughter, Mac, Mikayla, she has a couple of friends like that.

Yeah.

Must have been hard, too, with Sasha moving on to different things, right?

Like... The campaign and the new people.

Wanting something else, something... I don't know, I felt more like her.

Something... Away from here.

Away from you. I think you should actually go. My dad might be able to

but I... Can't you just talk to the outside if you're happy tonight?

I'll be.

You know what's gonna happen?

They're going to come inside, and they're going to search, and you're

come with me down to the district.

But the more you tell me right now, the easier it'll be.

The truth will help you here, honey.

Okay.

I think that you met up that night.

You went to the storm cellar, a place that you'd hung out a thousand times

before, but you got into a fight because your best friend in the whole world

wasn't leaving you. He was changing.

And that hurt like hell, didn't it?

I don't think that you meant to kill her, but she hit her head hard, hit it

something, and she wasn't moving.

Please stop.

And you panicked. You got scared, and instead of helping her, instead of

her, you ripped her panties and made it look like a race. Please stop. Please.

My dad says that I don't have to talk to you. He's taking care of it.

What? I'm not going to talk. What do you mean? What do you mean your dad's

taking care of it?

Lily, where's your father?

Guys, we have a problem. Frank's not here. He may be destroying evidence.

him. All right, seeing here, Frank got a call from Lily three hours

ago. He left 21 immediately after and turned his phone off. Lily must have

panicked and confessed to him. He went home then.

You know where he went next?

Hold on. I lose him.

All right, here.

Last hit is at the intersection of Pershing and Racine.

All right.

All right.

It's got to be the Creek.

Bubbly Creek, he's going to dump evidence.

Frank.

What are you doing? Step away from the vehicle. Put the gun down.

I've known you, Adam, since you were a little boy.

You know me, my family. I do.

I do. So put the gun down, please. You know Lily.

She's a good girl.

She loved Sasha.

Lily was her friend.

Sasha never felt like she fit in here, but she fit with Lily because Lily was

good to her.

She's good. I know, Frank. And she's going to need you now. You can't be out

here doing this. Give me the gun so I can keep you out of trouble. What if it

was Michaela?

What if it was your girl, Adam?

It's my girl.

She's a good kid.

Please, just let me take care of this. It'll help her. Please.

Please.

I copy, Frank.

All right, you ready to go?

Just about, yeah.

Hey, you like living in our house?

Yeah, I love it. I mean, I love what it means to you.

Look, I know it can feel like you're stuck in time, but it's kind of falling

apart. It's not about that.

We're raising a kid that doesn't look like us.

We can't give Mac your childhood.

I mean, we can't... Look, we can't give her mine either.

Neither exists for her. You know that, right?

Sure.

Sure.

Well, I mean... She's good, right? She's happy.

Isn't she?

Yeah.

You know she's happy.

Okay.

I'm scared that she's disconnected from herself in ways that I don't even think

she realizes, ways we might not even realize.

Our roots, our house, our neighborhood, they're not going to be hers in the same

way.

She needs something outside of us.

She needs something that's her own.

Maybe outside of Canaryville.

I'm scared to let go.

To leave this place.

My home.

My mom.

She needs me.

But I think I really need this too.

Because maybe

I can be whoever I want to be I

can just be me

I don't know what it'll all be like.

But I'm excited for what comes next.