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[Michael] Previously on Will Trent…

[Amanda] Let's talk about Paul Campano.

Get off me, Trashcan.

[Abigail] You know each other?

Paul and I grew up together
in the children's home.

I can't believe
you guys are still hooking up.

You know there's a whole world
out there full of people, right?

-You have nightmares? Me too.
-Four nights out of seven.

I was gonna kill you.

There is a monster in there after all.

You brought calamity upon our family.

-[screams]
-[gunshot]

[grunts] See you soon.

[person] No! [sobs]

[♪ sinister music playing]

[whimpers, screams]

Why are you doing this? [sobbing]

[nail gun fires]

[knife clatters]

[screams]

[nail gun fires]

Please. Don't.

[water sloshing]

-[groaning]
-Oopsie.

-Sorry about that.
-[sighs]

-[siren wailing]
-[camera clicking]

[♪ tense music playing]

The victim, Joelle Hornbaker,
could have escaped. She stopped.

Why?

Death was waiting
in the opposite direction.

The angle of these nails suggests
the killer was much taller,

assumed to be male.

Given the unique choice of weaponry,
he wanted Mrs. Hornbaker to suffer.

No signs of forced entry anywhere,

and it doesn't look like
anything was stolen in the house.

Anyone get a hold of her husband?

Eli Hornbaker was notified an hour ago.

He's on his way back
from a business trip in Memphis.

The killer knew she was alone.

Mrs. Hornbaker was the target
of this home invasion.

How are we doing there?

I'm not finding anything.

No smudges, no fabric impressions,
nothing?

Not a one.

Well, keep looking.

The killer wiped down the scene.

Nothing we haven't seen before.

But how often do they clean for prints
and leave us the murder weapon

for us to find?

Never.

[Will] She reached for this drawer…

to get a knife to defend herself,
a chef's knife.

So where is it?

You collect a knife?

Nope.

[Faith] Maybe the killer took it with him.

She could have defended herself
and gotten a piece of him.

No. I didn't let her get that close.

You?

-What?
-[Paul] Excuse me. No. I… Let me through.

I live on this street.
I have some information.

-What the hell is this?
-I didn't come to talk

to a schmo in a uniform.

Let me talk to the main guy,
whoever's in charge. Not you.

Paul?

Will. Thank God.
See? This is what I meant.

This is who I talk to.

What the hell are you doing here?

I live down the street.
I moved a couple years ago.

Okay. Remember my partner,
Special Agent Faith Mitchell?

Yeah, hi. Listen, I know who did it.

[Will sighs]

Paul, this looks like a toddler drew it.

What? It has all the key descriptors.

Big, burly, bag, beard, brunette. Five Bs.
Do your job, go find him.

When did you see this individual?

4:00 a.m. This morning.

What were you doing up at 4:00 a.m.?

-4:00 a.m. club.
-What?

Studies show that people who get up
at 4:00 a.m. are more productive,

maximize their day and live five years
longer than the average person.

You just made all that up.

I'll send you some podcasts.

Please don't. And what do you do
every morning at 4:00 a.m.?

Morning meditation,
followed by a red-light mask,

followed by some journaling, Peloton ride,
cold plunge, eastern sun exposure.

I've never felt better.

So, when did you see
Mr. Beardo Baggins over here?

Yeah, so I went out to get my meal plan,
that's when I saw the guy.

He was right next to Joelle's house.

Joelle's.

Yeah. Joelle and Eli's house.
Eli and Joelle's house. Eli's house.

[chuckles]

-She was a beautiful woman.
-Was she?

Paul, were you
and Joelle Hornbaker intimate?

Oh, God, Eli!

-Hey. Hey, hey.
-You killed her, you son of a…

-Eli! Eli!
-[shouts]

He was sleeping with Joelle. She tried
to break it off, and he killed her.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I broke it off with her.

[Will] Hey!

Hey, listen, I am sorry for your loss,
but I'm gonna need you to calm down

before I have to put you under arrest.

-[Will] Get him out of here.
-Let's go.

[Will] Okay.

The truth. Right now.

-I didn't kill her.
-But you had an affair.

Well, okay, look, I was…

I was over there
for a dinner party like last year, okay?

We're at the table. I'm across from her.

All of a sudden,
I feel her foot on my crotch.

-Oh. Paul--
-No, no, it's not as sexy as it sounds.

She was drunk. I mean, she was, like,
really digging around in there

-like she was trying to find her keys.
-Paul, this is serious!

Yeah, I know it's serious!
She was brutally murdered!

We'd hook up when Eli was away
for business. It was very casual--

When's the last time
you two saw each other?

Last night.

Last night.
You mean before she was killed?

I only went over there
to break things off with her, which I did.

-Then we had breakup sex.
-Oh, great.

So, you're telling me we're gonna find
your DNA inside the victim?

-Hmm?
-[stammers]

-Probably, yeah.
-Then you ran up to the crime scene

claiming you saw
a shadowy, bearded, faceless man.

You know what you sound like to me?

-The murderer.
-The murderer.

I don't think he's the murderer.

I think he's a stupid, stupid man,
but he's not our guy.

Well, he's the last known person
to see her alive.

And we'll get DNA.

[sighs]

There's something different
about this case, Amanda.

I don't have it all figured out yet,
but this was not a crime of passion.

Killer is patient, cold, detail-oriented,
none of which reads like Paul Campano.

Will might be right.

Eli Hornbaker insisted
the nail gun wasn't his,

so I traced the serial number
to a Brent Shipley.

-Did you reach out?
-I don't think he'd answer.

Brent Shipley was killed last year
in a home invasion.

Same MO too. No fingerprints
and a weapon left at the crime scene.

You both know what that means.

Serial killer.

[Angie] What's it look like?

Hit-and-run. No witnesses.

A bagel? Are you kidding me?
Softball season right around the corner.

Kinda feels like you don't care.

[Angie] Mmm. Everything.

Who thinks this is a hit-and-run?
The car's still here, O'Hara.

Yeah, well, he hit the guy
and then ran on foot.

The car's registered to a Benjamin Price.

Well, it should be easy to solve.

You just had to get pregnant
during softball season, huh, Polaski?

Dude, the pregnancy was unplanned.

Yeah, except no one on our team rounds
the bases like you do. Irreplaceable.

Hey, what color's the vic's hair?

[sighs] Black.

[Franklin] Well, I got some white hair
here and some blood too.

Yeah, his eyes are swollen shut.
Whole face is swollen.

He's red,
but it doesn't look like road rash.

Can't even tell where this guy got hit.

You know, Heidi Klum was
in Victoria's Secret's runway show

five weeks after she gave birth.

Ooh. You just walked
into a propeller, bud.

Don't you ever compare me
to Heidi Klum again,

or any other woman who snapped back
in five weeks.

-I have a gun.
-Understood.

-Okay.
-[Franklin] Got it.

[Michael] Take a look at his neck.

[Angie] Yeah. Broken trachea, at least.
Still doesn't explain the puffy eyes.

[sniffs] Oh. Pepper spray.

[Angie] Okay, so…

dude gets hit with pepper spray,
has an allergic reaction,

stumbles out into the street
and gets hit by a car on the throat.

That's not real.

You're right. Because this is the driver.
His name is Ben Price.

He's 35 years old and not an organ donor.

Our victim was the driver? Who did he hit?

And where are they? And why is he dead?

Well, he got a couple of texts
from somebody named Luna.

"What did you hit? Are you okay?
I can't believe you hung up on me."

-Let's find Luna.
-[Franklin] Let's find Luna.

-[Angie] You don't want that, do you?
-What?

[Sandra]
That's definitely Daddy's nail gun.

He always joked
it was the first Father's Day gift

he didn't have to wear on his feet.

Have you ever seen these people before,
Sandra?

I can't say that I have.

What about the day your dad was murdered?

I know it's painful,
but is there anything that you can share?

My story hasn't changed.

I stopped by to visit Daddy,

and I found him laid out
in the living room, dead.

His head was busted open with a bat.

[sniffles] The irony is
he hated baseball. [chuckles]

-He didn't own the bat?
-Uh, I never saw it before in my life.

You know, I-I came here today

hoping there was some new information
about Daddy's killer,

but it looks like I'm back here
playing storyteller for y'all again.

-I know that it's--
-You don't know a damn thing!

Nothing.

You're right. You're right. I do not know
anything about your pain or your loss.

But I do believe that this murder
is connected to another murder,

which means that we have
more information than we did before.

We're gonna catch him.

I don't know how anyone
was able to sneak up on my dad.

He was so cautious,
and he always had his panic button.

He wore that thing around
like a necklace.

I always thought that maybe…

Maybe your dad knew the killer.

Yeah.

[sighs]

Joelle Hornbaker was killed with a nail
gun that belonged to Brent Shipley.

Brent Shipley was murdered with a bat
that wasn't his own.

Maybe it belonged to a previous victim
we don't know about yet.

Maybe it's a pattern.

[♪ sinister music playing]

[breathing shakily]

[muffled chattering]

[on TV] He's been dead
for almost a year now.

Still you might have some consideration
for your husband's memory.

I don't see
what Edwin's got to do with this.

I'm not leaving him. I'm leaving you.

After all we've tried to do for you…

You've both been so very kind to me,
but I'm not really…

So he takes something from each victim
and murders the next guy with it.

Mmm. It's cute. Little gimmicky,
but whatever. It's not a competition.

Will, Will, Will, Will, Will, Will.
I must say,

you needing me to be the dark you…

is truly flattering. You must miss me.

How's hell treating you, James?

Hmm. Too many group activities.
Not a fan.

You're going deep
with these "Will-o-visions,"

adding role-play. I like it.

Trying to get inside the killer's head.

Sure. Whatever you need to tell yourself.
Go ahead. Batter up.

-[grunts]
-[bones crack]

Oh, nice work. What did we learn?

The killer enjoyed it.

Yeah, you did. I love seeing
this side of you, by the way.

Imagine if I were alive,
we could rent a van with no windows.

Mmm. We'd have so much fun.

Can I do this one?

No.

Look, she's got a lot of energy.
You might need an extra hand.

[gasps] No, please.
[whimpering, sobbing]

Why did you stop?

Someone must have blocked her path.

[both] But if someone blocked
poor Joelle from escaping,

that must mean…

There's two killers.

Oh. It's such a joy
to watch you work again.

So, Luna, can you tell us anything
about what was happening

leading up to Benjamin's death?

You know, Ben was my man.

My man, my man, my man.

-I'll show you later.
-Okay.

Uh, were you talking to Ben
right before he died?

We had lunch at R. Thomas Grill
and were FaceTiming after we left.

We always FaceTimed on the way home.

While you were driving?

We do it all the time. Don't you?

Well, no, 'cause it's illegal.
And you could get in a car accident.

Oh, well, that's not why he…

I mean, maybe?

Ben definitely hit something
because it cracked his windshield.

And I heard some lady yell,
"You killed my baby."

"You killed my baby"?

I could tell Ben was shook.

He didn't want me to see him like that,
so he said he'd call me back.

[♪ intriguing music playing]

But then he never did.

What baby did Ben kill?

Yeah, hi. I-I was calling to see
if you've had any hit-and-run victims

admitted today, or any sort
of vehicle-type-related injuries.

Sure, I'll hold.

Hey, what about Keaton?
He looks like he's been hitting the gym.

Oh, no, Keaton's still banned for
dropping that easy third out last season.

See? That's what we're talking about.
Can't you just get a C-section now?

-Just once.
-Thank you for checking. Okay.

That's such a good idea.
I'm gonna do that.

I'm gonna get a C-section so we can win
the interdepartmental softball game.

-Okay, is that sarcasm or contempt?
-Contempt.

Hey. All right, listen up,
email from Pete.

"Tissue samples came back from the lab."

"The hair and blood came from a skunk."

A skunk? Crime scene didn't smell
like skunk at all.

Could be a pet skunk.
Their owners remove their anal glands.

-How do you know that?
-And who would keep a pet skunk?

I think the more important question is
who would kill someone over a pet skunk?

Oh. Maybe this lady. Daphne Bell.
She goes by Skunk Mother.

She rehabilitates injured skunks
and has over 40 on her property,

and it's less than a mile away
from the crime scene.

Let's bring in the Skunk Mother.

Let's do it.

Serial killer team-ups are typically
couples, siblings, close friends.

My guess is these two
have known each other a long time.

Both felt ignored, disrespected,
decided to take vengeance.

Textbook injustice collectors.

Exactly. It's a power trip.
Control the environment.

Toy with the victims. Leave your
smarty-pants murder weapon trophies

and walk away feeling like
masters of the universe.

I think that Brent Shipley was killed
by someone he knew.

We make a list
of all of his known associates,

maybe one of them will cross-reference
with Hornbaker.

I don't know. Something tells me
these targets weren't personal.

Victims could be anyone. It's the act
themselves that are the point.

Okay, then what's the through line?

Maybe it's access. One of the killers
is the mastermind alpha.

Other offers something of value.

A way to find victims.

Your stupid friend Paul
is blowing up your case.

Hi, I'm Paul Campano from Campano Motors.

And I'm asking you
to help me find a murderer.

-[sighs]
-He was last seen

on Southwest Magnolia Avenue

in Alpharetta at 4:00 a.m.
on Wednesday morning.

Anyone with credible information
leading to his capture

will receive 15% off at Campano Motors.

-[scoffs]
-Please use my Call Paul hotline.

Thanks, Paul.

Paul, what are you doing?

Hanging up my wanted posters.
You wanna help?

You are really God's perfect,
stupid little creature.

Eli's telling everybody
that I killed Joelle.

I've worked too hard to bounce back
after what happened to my family.

I can't start over again.

Would you stop?
If this is really the killer,

the first thing he's gonna do
is shave off his beard.

And also,
you're telling the killer who you are,

where you work, and that you can ID them.

-Killers don't watch TikTok, Trent.
-[engine revving]

-Get down!
-Get down!

Were you hit?

[grunts] Ah. No. I'm good. I'm good.

-[radio chatter]
-[camera clicking]

-You okay?
-No.

My sex buddy's dead,
and I just got shot at.

Yeah, well, you're still alive.

Hey, you find that third bullet?

I'm still looking, but I boxed
and tagged two. 9mm for sure.

Well, look at the bright side, Paul.

At least now we know you're not a suspect.

That's true.

Except now I'm a marked man.

Marked for death.

There's no safe place for me.

I bet there's somewhere you can go.

[♪ "Very Best Thing" playing]

Do you know what sleeping on a couch
will do to my spinal alignment?

Oh, please. Your track record with women,
this can't be your first couch.

-Hey.
-All right, come on. Dinner's ready.

-[Betty whines]
-[knocks on door]

Can you get that?

Me? [stammers]
What if it's one of the killers?

APD is curbside all night
watching our backs. We're fine.

Oh, my God, you whore.

So… [chuckling]
I hear you're still an idiot.

You guys are having a baby? This is crazy.

I mean, I did call it when we were kids.
PeePee Percy owes me two dollars.

-Paul.
-So, when's the shower?

-I can get you a top-of-the-line car seat…
-Paul.

…easy installation, cup holders.
My dealership gets a great discou--

It's not my baby.

Okay? Angie's married. Not to me.

He's a doctor. Very charming.

He likes worms. His wife died.
He didn't do it. It was cancer.

-I wish I found a better way to say this.
-Very accurate.

[Will] What are you doing here, Ang?

I heard about today's little shoot-out,
so, uh, I came to hear all about it.

How is it that every time the two of you
get together, something crazy happens?

To be fair, something crazy happens first,
which then typically brings us together.

-Chicken and the egg.
-[Angie chuckles]

This looks great.

[chuckles]

Boy, I'd love to see
the look on Mrs. Flannery's face

if she saw the three of us sitting here.

Yeah. She'd pass out from shock,
that's for sure.

So, uh, do we all have our hankies?

-Oh.
-Please.

-I don't leave home without it.
-Always.

-Salud.
-[Paul, Angie chuckling]

"Dab, don't rub. Like a lady."

We made her life so much harder.

Especially this guy.
Tormenting me every day.

Oh, wait a minute, Trash.
You started it first.

What? What is this, revisionist theater?

I clearly recall you
beating me up on the regular.

Yeah. 'Cause you had it coming!

-I had it coming? How'd I have it coming--
-How's the case going?

We're close.

As soon as I figure out
what's connecting the victims,

things will start going our way.

-So, Ang…
-Mmm?

Are we planning on breastfeeding?

I'm sorry, that's your business how?

Better for the baby.
I'll send you some podcasts.

-Please don't.
-Oh, studies show that

it benefits the mother just as much.

I'm sure it does.

Especially, you'll bounce back quicker.

You'll lose that weight
like… [snaps fingers] …that.

I think his heart is in the right place.

-Let's just say he's consistent.
-But…

-Mm-hmm.
-Y-Yeah.

-I'm right here, guys.
-It's really on brand, though.

[♪ sinister music playing]

-[Will] The killer enjoyed it.
-[nail gun fires]

[sighs]

[breathes deeply]

[sighs]

[gasps]

[Eduardo] Cobb County
Sheriff's Department calling.

-Cobb County Sheriff's Department calling.
-[sighs]

[Will] This is Trent.

Could you just tell me
why this couldn't wait till morning?

A detective from Cobb County called.

There's another case from two years ago
that might fit our pattern.

And you could've stayed at the house.

You look like E.T.

E.T. go home, Will.

[Eduardo] Martin Hill was killed with
steel hedge clippers that belonged to him.

An autographed Deion Sanders baseball bat
was stolen from the property.

Killed by his own hedge clippers.

It was the first kill.

What's the connection
between these people?

Why would I choose to kill you?

[♪ sinister music playing]

[TV static crackling]

[James] I knew you couldn't stay away.

Get a taste of something you liked?

I'm not here to kill.

Mmm. But you're so good at it. Look.

[water sloshing]

[James] Will, this is boring.
Do you not see we have hedge clippers?

It's really hard to stab through bone,
but once you do, it's really satisfying.

Not interested. Now,
can you please go burn for eternity?

[groans, grunting]

One magnesium a day,
keeps the back pain away.

Will, you started this.
It wasn't me who made up

-some imaginary you for playtime.
-[huffs]

-Why am I even here?
-Shut up.

No, this is who you are.

I'm not like you, okay? I solve crimes.
I'm here for the victims.

Oh, stop with your do-gooder crap.
You can't hide from me.

You're here for the killers. You like it.

You wanna stab that guy. Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.

Do it. Do it.

-Do it.
-[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts] So, is this what you want, huh?

-Oh, now we're talking, sonny boy.
-[grunts]

-Is this what you want?
-I think it's what you want.

-[grunts]
-[squelching]

Yeah.

This is what I want.

No. [gasps]

No, no, no, that's not what I meant.

I didn't mean to kill him.

-[Paul] Will.
-I meant to kill you.

-[Paul] Will.
-[gasps, panting]

Hey. Whoa.

-Will. Hey, Will. Hey, hey.
-[grunting] I meant to kill you!

Will! Will, it's Paul!
It's Paul. It's okay.

[exhales, gasps]

Hey. It's okay.
You're here, you're here. We're at GBI.

It's okay, Will.

[whines]

-It's too much.
-Okay, okay, wait, wait, wait. Here.

Good girl, I got you.

[groans]

-Here.
-[breathing heavily]

Here's your dog.

Okay.

Okay, let's just, uh…

-[breathes deeply]
-Let's breathe. Long exhale.

-[Paul exhales]
-[breathing deeply]

That's good. That's good.

You're okay.

You're all good, buddy.

[sighs, chuckles]

Man.

Your job is tough.
Why do you put yourself through this?

[sighing]

[♪ sinister music playing]

Anuli Springs Water.

What?

Anuli Springs Water.

That's their way in.

That's how the killers find their victims.

I admit to everything. It was me.
I'm prepared to face the consequences.

All right, let's start from the beginning.

My skunk Pernie, short for Copernicus,
escaped from the yard again.

I chased him down to the street,
calling his name, but he didn't stop,

and I tried to get the attention
of the car speeding down the road,

and he didn't stop either.

Uh, yeah, he didn't see you
because he was FaceTiming.

Well, he hit Pernie. He hit my baby.

[shakily] And the man stopped
right away and got out,

but by then I was just so angry
that I picked up a rock,

and I threw it at his car

and, uh, I think
it cracked the windshield.

-I bet he didn't like that.
-No, he didn't.

He charged like he was gonna hit me,
and I-I felt like I was in danger…

so I pepper sprayed him right in the eyes.

Wait, let me understand this.
Your skunks can't spray, so you do?

I'm their mother.
I spray, so they don't have to.

Makes sense.

So what happened after you sprayed?

[sighs] I scooped up Pernie and got
the H-E-double-hockey-sticks out of there.

-That's it?
-That's it.

Daphne, you said you were ready
to admit to everything.

I did.

Isn't that why I'm here?

I figured the man must have
pressed charges against me

for damaging his car
and pepper spraying him.

The man can't press charges
because he's dead.

What?

You didn't notice him having
an allergic reaction to the pepper spray?

No, I just ran.
He-He was alive when I left.

[gasps] Am I going to jail?
Do prisons allow pets?

Oh, I need my babies.

[crying]

She broke the windshield.

So?

So…

Why can't I go with you?

Because you are a civilian.

I'm just getting records
of delivery schedules.

-Here.
-[♪ "Run Like the River" playing on radio]

Sorry, I don't have
a bowl of water for you.

That's-That's really insulting.

Don't get out, don't talk to anyone,
and don't touch anything.

♪ One hopeful road ♪

♪ That my mamma showed to me ♪

[sighs]

♪ From the moment I first standed ♪

♪ I didn't know
Back there and then she released me free ♪

♪ From that patched-up shackle-down ♪

Special Agent Will Trent at the GBI.
Is there a manager around I can talk to?

Uh…

Not a one, Special Agent Trent,
but what can I do for you?

Special Agent Paul Campano. [chuckles]

Doesn't sound half bad.

I need delivery route info
from the last two years

along with corresponding
driver employee records. Can you do that?

Well, that-that is definitely
gonna be a request for a manager. Uh…

Let me see what I can dig up
on the computer. You mind waiting here?

-No problem.
-Cool.

Hey, Mr. Anson.

Your neck's bleeding.

[chuckles] Thanks.

[♪ ominous music playing]

Eduardo, do an image search
for Blair Anson in Georgia.

[Eduardo] Searching.

[♪ tense music playing]

The third bullet was found
near the Paul Campano shooting.

Someone found it in their mailbox.

The bullet was a .38, not the 9mm
reported in the summary.

A crime scene specialist
would know the difference.

You think a GBI crime scene specialist
falsified evidence?

Travis Nash. He was at the scene.

Amanda. It's him.

[♪ "Run Like the River"
continues on radio]

Hmm.

Yeah, there it is.

Paul Campano.

-How you doing?
-Hey, guy. You were at the, uh…

-the crime scene yesterday, right?
-Yeah. [chuckles] Yeah.

[♪ sinister music playing]

Now, how about we go inside
and see your friend?

-Hey. GBI. Get to the exit.
-Yes, sir.

[gunfire]

Blair Anson, I know about you
and your partner.

You guys thought
you made a great team, huh?

You knew how to get into homes,
he knew how to clean up murders.

Nobody can ignore you now, right?

Did you figure me out too,
Special Agent Trent?

Paul, are you okay?

Oh, sure, yeah. Besides having this gun to
my head, everything's peaches and gravy.

Oh, you don't know
how long I've been waiting for this.

[grunting]

[Travis] Get off!

[grunting]

Everyone thinks you're such a hotshot.

I do all the work. You get all the credit.

Make this easy on yourself.
Put down the knife.

You're always giving orders.

But you're not the one in charge here,
Special Agent Trent.

[grunting]

So what?

You feel overlooked?

You think that gives you a reason
to kill people in cold blood?

Yeah.

It does.

[grunting]

Do it, you freak.

Do it!

[groaning]

Is it over?

-Yeah, it's over.
-[sirens wailing]

Thank you so much
for coming back in, Luna. We just…

We have one quick follow-up question.

You said you were on the phone
with Ben when he hit something

-and that cracked the windshield.
-Yeah.

But that's not what happened.

What? Yes, it is. [chuckles]

We talked to the, uh, Skunk Mother.

The who?

Your boyfriend hit a skunk that belonged
to a woman called the Skunk Mother.

She got mad, threw a rock at the car
right as he was getting out of it.

She threw a rock. So what?

So how did you know
the windshield was cracked?

You said Ben hung up the phone
before he got out of the car.

She didn't throw the rock
and break the windshield

until he was getting out of the car.

So how did you know about it?

I figured that's what happened.

Guess you figured so much you drove
yourself to the crime scene, huh?

What? What are you saying?

You think I had something
to do with Ben dying?

We pinged your phone to the nearest tower

and saw that you were in the area
of the crime scene

at the time of the murder,

and witnesses at R. Thomas Grill
say you threatened to kill him.

Couples say crazy things when they're mad.

-[Franklin] Mm-hmm.
-Yeah. Here's what I think happened.

I think you followed him
while you were on the phone,

and you pulled over when you saw his car
stopped in the middle of the road.

Imagine your surprise
to see Ben on the ground

having an allergic reaction
to pepper spray.

You could have saved him.

Instead, you walked over there
and stomped on his throat.

Was he cheating, Luna?

Did your man, your man, your man
wanna call things off?

What made you so mad?

[scoffs] I supported that bastard
through the pandemic.

He would've been on the street
if it weren't for me.

He just starts making
a little bit of money,

and then he wants to leave me
for a stripper at Clermont Lounge.

[scoffs] He got off easy.

What's the matter with you guys?

We caught the killer.
We exonerated the Skunk Mother.

All's right with the world.

-We still need a shortstop, Polaski.
-It's over.

We looked everywhere.
There's nothing we can do.

-[elevator bell dings]
-[sighs]

Maybe we can settle for a skunky mascot.

Daphne. Hi. What are you doing here?

I'm dropping off some thank-you cookies
for not charging me with murder.

'Cause you didn't murder him.

Take the win, Polaski.

Oh, they're black and white,
of course, 'cause the…

Oh, and you'll be happy to know that
Pernie is on the road to recovery.

Oh, good. This is Pernie here?

Oh, no, this is Crusemire.

-[Angie] Oh.
-Say hello, baby.

-Hey, Crusemire.
-[Angie] Hi.

-[chirrs]
-[all] Oh!

-Uh-oh. Okay.
-Crusemire!

-Oh, no. Okay.
-Oh, no.

-See if he went that way, all right?
-What is that?

[Michael] It's okay. He can't spray you.

Actually, he hasn't had
his anal glands removed yet.

You mean to tell me you brought
a loaded skunk into the APD?

That's how people get hurt.

[imitates skunk squealing]

[Franklin] Shh!

No sudden moves. No loud noises.

There is a skunk, it's loose,
and it has its anal glands.

Crusemire. [imitating skunk squealing]

How do we know if it's gonna spray?

Oh, we're fine
unless he starts fluffing his tail.

-[chirrs]
-And he's fluffing.

[all gasping]

[♪ amusing, tense music playing]

-Whoa.
-Whoa.

Nice slide.

What's your name?

Officer Sam Atkins, sir.

You fresh out of the academy, Sam?

First week here.

Well, congratulations.

You're the new shortstop for the APD
softball team. You played ball before?

I played for Atlanta Tech.

I was actually recruited to a Double-A
team, but I had a higher purpose.

-Yes, you do.
-Yes, you do.

Hey, team loves hazing rookies,
so this is on you to handle, Sammy.

Good luck.

Hmm. Heading home?

Yeah, early tee time at the club.

-I am back, baby. [chuckles]
-[chuckles]

Hey, random thought, you ever figure out
how those two guys knew each other?

Friends since elementary school.

Tormented in arms, apparently.

Well, I guess we shouldn't be
so hard on ourselves, huh?

-[chuckles]
-Mmm.

Betty, I'm not taking you home.
Get out of there.

Why is your dog so hot for me?

Oh, I don't know.

Hey, Paul.

What did you mean

when you said I started it?

You really don't remember, do you?

You beat me up first.

What? No, I did not.

Why would I make that up?

When I first got to the home,
I was so scared,

I-I didn't know anybody,
all the toys were broken.

And you came back right after me.

Uh, you got kicked out of a foster home
or something, right?

[♪ ominous music playing]

Sleeveless Jack.

I will shoot everyone in this house!

[young Will] No!

No! Jack! No!

-[gunshot]
-[sobbing] I'm so sorry.

[♪ pensive music playing]

Well, I remember picking up a toy gun

and asking you if you wanted
to play cops and robbers.

I pointed the gun at you, and you just…

I mean, for whatever reason,
you just snapped.

I tackled you.

I beat you up.

[sighs]

Why couldn't I remember?

And you had this look in your eye.

I didn't even remember that part
until you came at me this morning.

It was the same look.

Yeah, well, you got me back for years.

Yeah, well, the best defense
is a good offense.

Couldn't let you have the upper hand.

A year ago, I'd flat out deny
this ever happened.

[sighs]

But now I can't.

I'm trying so hard
to stay on the right path.

[♪ emotional music playing]

Not letting my past control my future.

You know, maybe I'm just lying to myself.

You're not lying.

These killers…

I don't know. It's like I understood them.

The fear.

The rage.

I feel those same things.

Anybody who's been through what
we've been through has a monster inside.

[♪ "Looking Too Closely" playing]

But you've turned it
towards something good.

That's why you're different.
You're better than them.

It's the same.

Power over people.
Control over a situation.

I felt way too comfortable
inside their mind.

I nearly killed Nash.

I didn't have to, but, uh…

I wanted to.

-You can't let it win, Will. You can't.
-[sighs]

Every day, I try to get out of my own way,
so I can do whatever it is I'm here to do.

You know? And some days I win,
some days I lose.

Some days I bang my neighbor,
and some days I can't even get out of bed,

but I keep fighting.

You gotta keep fighting too.

[sighs]