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Will?

Will? We gotta go. Will!

Betty, don't you look sophisticated?

I'm a grown man with a small dog that wears clothes.

Thanks, Nico.

Now, if you don't like this freeze-dried,

too-damn-expensive lamb formula, I'm afraid we're out of options.

Betty? Hey.

Oh, and now you're eating paper.

That's just rude.

What you got here, huh?

What is this?

108,000 over the last 10 years.

Georgia's population would've been significantly lower

if not international migration,

which has added 38,000 to the state.

This program and others like it are brought to you

by T. Rowe Price.

It's never too early to start investing

in your child's future.

- We've got a problem. - I agree.

We need to talk about boundaries.

Why are you here?

You familiar with the Confederate Front?

Neo-Nazi wannabes? Sure.

Will you take off your shoes?

We've been hearing chatter that they're recruiting more members,

- planning a show of strength. - Okay.

Now, there's an entire shipping container of guns that's gone missing.

Last known location was Atkins Co. Container Yard.

Almost a million dollars in assault rifles.

Let me guess.

You got a bad feeling those two things are connected.

If they stole those those guns,

they have enough weapons to support a small militia.

A lot of innocent people could be getting killed.

Oh, are we hosting brunch, Amanda?

Shoes.

Oh, no. Mnh-mnh.

You and I do not drop by each other's houses.

We're not there yet.

- Oh, I know. - You're late.

I got here as fast as I could.

Do you have any coffee?

Still brewing in the kitchen.

It's a single serve meant for me to enjoy in solitude,

but I guess you can have it.

Thanks. Nice place. I like that worked-on look.

Believe it or not, it looks better when you're actually invited.

Why is this happening here?

The shift manager at Atkins Company is waiting for you.

Her name is Babs.

Oh. Nice of you to give Babs a heads-up.

I'll go wait in the car.

You've reached Detective Angie Polaski.

Please leave me a message or text me.

♪ At night, I think of you ♪

♪ I want to be your lady maybe ♪

♪ If your game is on, give me a call, boo ♪

♪ If your lovin's strong ♪

What are you doing, Will? Looking for candy? Hurry up!

Hey, Angie, can you stop yelling at me for five seconds?

♪ No, no, no, you can't be lame, boy ♪

♪ At night, I think of you ♪

♪ I want to be your lady maybe ♪

♪ If your game is on, give me a call, boo ♪

- Shotgun. - I don't have a license.

I'll read the map. Teamwork.

We got this.

♪ Every day I pray my heart can win ♪

I have the utmost faith that you won't kill us.

♪ Man, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I need you, I want you ♪

♪ To have you, hold you, squeeze you ♪

Billions of tons of goods move through my freight station.

We got a simple but efficient system for tracking it all.

How long y'all gonna be here?

I got pole-dance class tonight.

- Excuse me. - However long it takes, Babs.

- That's alright. - So should I just pretend

like I didn't see pregnancy test instructions

on your kitchen counter?

That's exactly what you should do.

I'm not worried about whatever's on your kitchen counter.

Do you want to talk about my Honey Bunches of Oats?

Because we can.

Hey, GBI, this is our terminal grounds person, Taki Georgiou.

He oversees container maintenance and inventory.

Looking into that UTL.

- What's UTL? - Means "unable to locate."

So, missing. Any thoughts on how it happened?

Here's what I know.

Yesterday, a truck came with the proper waybill

to pick up the container.

But it wasn't in the yard. UTL.

So how often are containers from this yard going UTL?

We got 99.9% location accuracy.

That entry or... What?

Excuse me, Mr. GBI,

you cannot climb up there unless you're an employee.

Taki, please get him down.

Hey, step back.

You see this? You know what it means?

It means you step back.

The 8s on this container.

One of them's rounded, the other squared.

Somebody altered these numbers.

They're probably tampering with your waybill system too.

They doctor whatever containers they want to steal

and then create a waybill with a matching number.

Then they drove off like it's a normal pickup.

Unfortunately, Babs, this wasn't a mistake.

One of your workers stole the guns right out from under your nose.

None of my guys would do this.

Then maybe it was you.

Either way, we'll still need a list of all your employees.

Hey, Taki, what are the containers over there?

Those are just old, damaged.

They call it the graveyard.

Then why does it look like somebody was just moving

a few of these around?

What does it have to do with my waybill system?

I'm not sure yet, Babs. That's why we're walking.

I'll go get a crowbar so we can open some of these doors.

Alright.

No need, Faith. Come over here. Take a look.

Looks like someone was trying to hide more than just numbers.

Geez, he looks so young.

Yes, 20s for sure.

Three shots to the chest, two to the stomach.

Bing-bing.

Where'd this happen?

Fly Sneaks Store in Little Five Points.

There was a big sneaker release there today,

and Roland Wynder here got jacked for his pair.

Did you catch anything unusual in the autopsy?

Nope, standard ammunition rounds.

Nothing notable, medically speaking.

You're going to have to solve this one on your own.

Ha ha. We got eyewitnesses and a straightforward motive.

So we'll clear this fast and then I'll pick up

a pair of exclusive sneaks for my kid Max's birthday.

Shop owner's at the station, ready to give her statement.

We should go. Thanks, Pete.

So the guy, Roland, bought the last size 11s

when somebody in a hoodie came in blasting.

And then what?

He grabbed the sneakers and took off running.

Anyone you think might have done this?

Yeah. I got a guy for you.

He's a sneaker reseller by the name Pun'kin.

And he was at your store today?

He sure was, Michael.

He was yelling and screaming

about not winning our sneaker raffle.

Security had to throw him out.

Here's his info.

- Okay. - Be right behind you.

Mm-hmm.

You know you owe me, right?

Why do you think I took this case?

I need this solved quick.

I can't have people thinking my store isn't safe.

We'll get him.

- Promise. - You better.

Hey, can you get me in there next?

I gotta get on with my day.

I promise you, we are moving as fast as we can.

Well, I saw the whole thing.

- You don't say? - Yeah. Jerry Kilargis.

I own the record store across the street, Wax 'N' Facts.

Okay, what did you see?

Couldn't really make him out with that hoodie up,

but I will say I watch the fancy foot traffic

lined up outside that store,

and what struck me about the shooter is he had on

the most basic sneakers I've ever seen.

Reminded me of Bobos back in the day.

You remember those cheap tennis shoes?

Who wears Bobos to a "sneaker drop"?

Yeah. Uh, Detective Ormewood,

this is Jerry Kilargis.

He said that he saw the suspect run off in a pair of Bobos.

That's fun. Should we go check on this Pun'kin guy?

So I'm good to go?

- You don't need me anymore? - Sure.

We know where to find you.

Victim's name is Jed Pipski, logistics coordinator.

Any connection to the Confederate Front?

Not that I found, but DFI dug up

something interesting on his phone.

He was making an unusual amount of calls to Babs.

Babs neglected to tell us

he hadn't even shown up to work for three days.

Mm. I knew I liked her for this.

Shot in the dark... are you worried about the pregnancy test?

And I still don't want to talk about it.

- Let's bring in Babs. - Okay.

How's everyone holding up with the news of Jed's death?

It's pretty rough.

We're like a family down at the station.

Everybody is going to The Truck Stop tonight

to toast to Jed.

The Truck Stop?

It's a bar across from the station.

Jed'd be sad to miss it.

You and Jed were close.

Jed was the best logistics coordinator alive.

Is that why you two would call each other

at all hours of the night?

It's the nature of the business.

Or maybe the two of you were working together,

- boosting containers. - What? No.

Our relationship wasn't always about work.

Jed and I were having an affair.

- What?! - Are you kidding me, Babs?

We were going to find out. Why wouldn't you tell us that?

Yeah, sure, just air out my dirty laundry.

I'm sure Human Resources would love that.

Not to mention my husband.

- When was the last time? - Three nights ago.

The night he went missing?

Babs, you realize you're the last known person

to see Jed alive.

- This looks bad for me, huh? - Oh.

Mostly it looks like you two were conspiring to steal guns,

and then you took him out, which ain't good.

I swear that is not what happened.

Convince me.

Talk to us about the Confederate Front.

You employ any of them at the station?

One of the guys, his name is Craig McDonald.

He's a forklift operator.

He's got this Confederate tattoo with CF printed on it.

Confederate Front.

Where's Craig right now?

He's off today, but I can tell you where he'll be tonight.

Truck Stop. Jed's wake.

I ain't kill nobody.

I wasn't even at that wack-ass store, bro.

That's not what I heard.

We got eyewitnesses saying you caused quite a scene today.

Because their owner rigs the raffle.

She always gives them to her peoples first.

I've missed out on the last five releases because of her.

And that made you angry, didn't it?

Angry enough to come back locked and loaded,

'cause you'd do anything not to miss out.

Y'all not pinning this on me.

I'm telling you, I ain't kill nobody.

You keep that same energy in court,

Pun'kin, you might get lucky with parole in 50 years.

Hey, let me talk to you a sec.

Yeah, he's already lying.

We got him right where we want him, scared out of his mind.

Does it bother you

that his shoes don't match the description

we got from the record store owner?

Not particularly.

Not when we found a pair of the size 11

stolen sneakers in his car, too.

So stop poking holes.

Doing my job or poking holes?

- Poking holes. - Yeah.

It turns out Craig McDonald spent

a little time in Central State prison

- for burglary. - That facility is a haven

for known Confederate members.

Craig's got to be the connection.

What about Jed?

You think he's involved and things went sideways

or just wrong place, wrong time?

I'd say the latter.

I think after a late-night rendezvous with Babs,

Jed stumbled upon Craig changing container numbers.

So bring him in. What are we waiting on?

Well, if he's Confederate Front,

there's no way he's giving them up

unless we have strong evidence on him.

Our intel says there's a lot of movement going on

with known Confederates.

Something's in the works.

So whatever you need to find, find it faster.

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Where my girls at? ♪

♪ From the front to back ♪

♪ Well, is you feelin' that? ♪

♪ Put one hand up, can you repeat that? ♪

♪ Tryin' to take my man, see I don't need that ♪

What are you so happy about?

It's the first time I've been outside of Georgia.

Whoop-de-doo. It's not like we're going to EPCOT.

We could go to the cops.

They won't do anything.

- They never do. - You don't know that.

I actually 100% do know that.

He'll just deny it. And so will his wife.

And then they'll look like these cute little foster parents

who were nice enough to take in a teenage slut

who's now just causing trouble.

He walked into your room in the middle of the night and raped you.

Seems like he should have to pay for that.

You know he's done it before.

They're going to ask me what I was wearing

and how many guys I've slept with.

That's the way the world works, Will.

Look at your neck.

You tried to report someone

and got thrown through a plate glass door.

Did they do anything for you at the hospital?

No.

Okay. Then let's not report him.

- I'll kill him myself. - Oh, my God.

Pull over. Right now!

Where are you going, mental patient?

Mental patient?

You're the one that's delusional.

You're going to throw your life away for that piece of garbage?

God, if anyone's going to kill him, I will!

Get back in the car!

You're going to walk 100 miles to get your abortion?

Yes!

Well, watch out for snakes and alligators and pythons.

Pythons are snakes!

What?

I found the pregnancy test instructions.

Are you late?

No, I'm peeing on sticks for fun.

So are you...?

Pregnant?

The word is "pregnant."

- Are you pregnant? - I don't know.

I haven't taken the test yet.

You just said you peed on a stick.

I... I... I was just saying...

I haven't taken it yet.

Okay, so why don't you take it now?

Why don't you take it now?

Real mature, Ang.

I don't know what you want from me.

Will, I'm 62 days sober.

Does that seem like mother material to you?

This scares me, too. Okay?

I have no idea what this is, how this goes.

I'm barely keeping a Chihuahua alive at home.

But at least we know what not to do.

And I do think that you would be a great...

Don't even finish that sentence.

Oh, my God.

We've been having this argument for 25 years.

You actually think you can Etch-A-Sketch things away

and they don't exist anymore.

But I'm still just a junkie trying to get her life together.

You are not the only one

who's had to drag themselves out of a hole.

Yeah, well, I don't even know

if this "maybe baby" is yours, so...

You make this impossible sometimes.

You know what?

Do whatever you want, Ang.

Where the hell is Polaski?

Everybody throw one back for Jed!

Yeah, Jed!

There he is, by the pool table with Taki.

Craig's gonna play coy. We need to match him.

Subtlety is key.

Just get him talking, track the holes in his story.

Got it.

It's gonna be a slow burn tonight.

Guess they started throwing them back earlier than I thought.

Get him out of here! That's it!

Confederate tat.

- I'll take Taki? - Mm.

Nothing changes because of this, alright?

- Nothing changes. - Okay?

We'll still be in good shape

if we get 'em into Jackson in the morning.

Craig McDonald?

Special Agent Trent, GBI.

I have a few questions.

- What kind of questions? - Oh, I don't know.

Let's start with an easy one.

What's in Jackson?

That's the wrong question, GBI.

Alright. Why don't we, uh...

why don't we go take a walk, Craig, huh?

It's getting a little crowded.

I don't think you understand who you're talking to.

Hey, spread out!

He won't get far.

Go left, go left!

You go that way.

Check over here.

Gotta be somewhere.

- Come on! - Go! Go!

Come on!

- Could be anywhere! - Gotta be here.

Come on. He'll have backup coming.

- Let's go! - Alright. Come on.

Let's head out.

Well, what do you think?

I don't know...

What's up, Faith?

We got a problem out here.

I can't find Will.

His phone runs out of battery

because batteries aren't designed to work for 20 years.

Have you tried talking to Angie?

It's more serious than that.

I found his gun in front of the bar we were surveilling.

He was following a Confederate.

Amanda, there's blood out here, too.

Hey, I need backup. Are you listening?

I... I'll have a mobile command center out there within the hour.

I'm pulling together whoever's available to help - with the search.

- Great. I'll be here. - No.

I need you to take the lead on the missing guns.

Isn't Will more important?

That's why I'm sending the entire GBI out

to a dive bar called The Truck Stop.

But if the Confederates are attacking law enforcement,

they're up to something bad.

That's your assignment, Agent Mitchell.

Can you handle it?

Yes, ma'am.

Will, you home?

Yeah, feel the same way about you, you little snitch.

I was just starting to tolerate you.

I'm going to find some junk food, not share with you.

Alright, let me just...

Let me just talk before you say anything.

Hi, uh, Amanda?

You're not the last person in the world

I expected to call me but... but pretty close to it.

No, I haven't spoken to him since, um,

he was at the precinct earlier.

How much blood was it? Do you know that it was his?

We don't know anything for sure.

Alright, I'm on my way.

No, I have enough manpower here.

Amanda, come on.

They found his gun.

You stay there in case he comes home. I'm serious.

He might... He might need medical attention.

Call me if you hear anything?

Yeah. You'll be the first to know.

Okay.

♪ You are tired ♪

I don't know why I told Will the baby wasn't his.

I don't know why I hurt him like that.

♪ My love is growing stronger ♪

That's wrong. I do know.

Because he's going to let me.

♪ Ooh, I've been loving you ♪

Will has always been there.

Always, and no matter how much I mess up,

he still sees good in me.

I hate it.

I mean, what is he thinking?

Marriage? Family?

I don't know when the last time is I... I had a checkup.

Am I really giving "grown-up" here?

I... I eat cereal out of the box.

♪ You are tired ♪

What if I'm as mean to my kid as I am to myself?

I just want him to come home.

You do too, huh?

♪ Habit to me ♪

♪ Ooh, I've been loving you ♪

♪ Too long ♪

Thanks for the girl talk.

♪ You are tired ♪

♪ And your love is growing cold ♪

Slow this thing down. I'm gonna barf.

Alright, alright.

♪ As our affair, affair grows old ♪

Any Olympic sport.

What would you do?

Cross-country skiing.

Have you ever been skiing?

That's not the game we're playing.

- What about you? - Hmm.

I wish being mad was a sport. I'd crush that.

♪ I've been loving you... ♪

Are you scared?

♪ A little too long ♪

None of this is your fault.

Just Etch-A-Sketch it from your mind when it's over.

- Etch-A-Sketch? - You remember.

Just got to shake it really good to erase what's there.

That's what you do.

You shake it away and you move on.

Well, we have a lot of shaking to do, Wilbur.

Hey, no more foster homes for us, okay?

It's two years. Let's stick it out together.

- ♪ I love you ♪ - Okay.

♪ I love you with all my heart ♪

♪ And I can't stop now ♪

♪ Please, please, please ♪

Oh, no, Will, we got to go.

Get up right now.

Seriously, come on.

Let's go.

Come on. Hurry up.

Let's go.

Let's go. We got to keep it moving.

About to do it, boys, let's go!

Hurry up.

Great.

Hey.

I'm sorry to hear about Trent, Angie.

Why are you sorry? We don't know what happened.

No, I know, but he's your guy, and you're my partner, so.

Jesus, yep, Trent is missing and he's wonderful.

You're here and you're awful. It is what it is.

- Mm. - I'm sorry.

Seriously, it's been a long, sleepless night,

and I feel like the whole department

is waiting for me to break down.

Only a few. Don't worry about them.

- Hey, Captain Heller. - Hey.

How you holding up, Ang?

- Good. - Good.

So, uh, what's that sneaker shooting looking like?

Oh, we put a bow on it for you, Cap.

Our suspect is being processed as we speak.

- I like to hear it. Good. - Uh, wait.

Um, Jerry Kilargis, the shop owner across the street

from the murder, said that he saw the shooter

wearing what were described as Bobos.

Pun'kin was wearing a rare pair of Nikes the day of the shooting.

He could have changed them.

Yeah, maybe.

But, um, I did some more digging.

I meant to tell you, but with Will missing

and everything, uh, sorry.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. - So what do you got for us, Ang?

So my theory is that those Bobos the shooter wore

were prison-issued, Georgia State Penitentiary

to be exact.

Pun'kin never did time, but our victim,

Roland, did a stint with his friend

Billy Thompson for aggravated assault.

Roland got out two years ago.

Billy got out last week.

So you think Roland's friend is the shooter?

I think he's worth talking to before we move on Pun'kin.

Yeah, I agree.

It's too weird to be a coincidence.

Go find the guy.

You just go over my head to the captain

right in front of me?

- What's your problem? - What is your problem?

You want to send an innocent man to jail

just so you can get a hookup with a sneakerhead?

You have no idea what the hell you're talking about.

Well, then explain it to me.

You've been trying to close this case since before it started.

We recovered the stolen sneakers.

We have eyewitness testimony.

From someone who clearly has something on you.

You think I didn't see that, Michael?

It's not like that. Hey, leave it alone, Angie.

I'm not trying to get caught up in your shady...

Leave it alone!

Leave it alone, Angie.

Where's my partner?

I don't know.

Okay, here's the deal.

We got a dead body and a missing law enforcement officer.

This is as serious as it gets, Taki, so you better tell me

where those guns are and where my partner is.

I don't know anything.

I got you on security cameras

leaving work the night Jed died.

I checked his schedule.

Your shift ended about 12 hours earlier that day.

Come on, Faith.

Taki, are you stupid?

What do you think white nationalists are gonna do

with a million dollars' worth of guns?

Every bullet fired is going to be on you,

and I got enough to connect you to the theft of those guns

and to Jed's murder.

And because you're the only thing we have,

it's all coming down on you.

You're the guy, Taki.

You are going to be the face of these crimes...

theft, murder, missing law enforcement officers,

gun violence, hate crimes, Neo-Nazis.

Taki Georgiou, you gonna save yourself or not?

Craig and I boosted the container.

But it was just about the money.

What about Jed?

Craig, he went nuts when Jed saw us changing those numbers,

so he beat him to death.

Straight up, I... I had no clue he was some kind of Nazi.

I need a location, Taki.

Where is my partner?

There was a warehouse.

Craig took me to a warehouse where we met the guy

to give us our up-front payment.

- Where? - The address is in my phone.

It was in Jackson.

There you go.

Come on, fellas.

My son loves that game, too.

- Hey, hey! - Coming your way, coming your way!

Get him up. Get up.

Come on. Hands behind your back.

Turn him around. I got him.

Wait a minute. Half these guns are missing.

Where did the Confederates take the guns?

You're going to tell me what I need to know,

and you're going to tell me now.

Hey! Stop! Police!

Go!

I didn't do anything.

- Yeah. - Hey, Billy.

Nice shoes, man.

Didn't know Georgia State Penitentiary let you keep them.

Hey, hey. Alright.

Scuffed my sneakers.

Occupational hazard, man.

Hey! Listen up.

These are good.

Liberal snowflake politicians want to take down

a Confederate statue?

Not today, boys.

So grab a gun and get to know it.

We leave in 20.

Oh, yeah! That's what's gonna happen!

There you go, just like that!

Light them boys up!

Alright. I'm running out of moves here.

There's not one pay phone left in the state of Georgia.

Alright, boys.

These guys are about to send trucks full of guns

and Neo-Nazis to a peaceful protest.

I gotta try and stop them with an unloaded rifle.

Whoever's listening to this, I want you to know

that I know this is a really stupid idea.

Also, Ang,

I'm sorry we fought.

There's nothing more I'd love than raising a baby

with the most amazing woman I've known...

and the only person who truly knows me.

I love you.

Please don't take Betty to the pound.

GBI! You're under arrest!

- Hey! - You're all under arrest.

Put down your weapons.

That rifle would be a lot more dangerous

if you had a clip in it, GBI.

Maybe there's a round in the chamber.

Don't make your buddy here find out.

My backup's outside.

Drop your weapons.

Put them down!

What are you doing, you idiots?!

Should have stayed gone, Special Agent Trent.

Freeze!

Turn around! Hands up in front!

Turn around! Turn around!

We have contact. We have contact.

What happened?

Doesn't make top 10 worst days of my life, so who cares?

Looks like you had things pretty well covered without me.

Yeah, I guess so. You okay?

- Hey, I need a medic over here! - I'm okay.

- You sure? Because your head... - I'm okay.

Okay, good. Good.

He needs a medic!

Amanda, I'll get you a report as soon as...

What's this?

That's how much the GBI spent looking for your ass.

Oh, you expect me to pay this?

No. Just thought you should know how much it cost us.

Or you want me to know how much you care.

So what do you think, Amanda?

Can Will get the rest of the day off?

Why? What's wrong?

A little bump on the head make you soft, Will?

Please. I'm fine.

I don't need anything except this ice pack.

What's next?

What's next is that I need you in my office for a full debrief.

Can't wait.

Hey, Will.

I just want to get out of here.

- Can you drive back? - Of course.

Is that an abortion bear?

They were all out of abortion giraffes.

- I'm glad you're here. - Always.

You know that.

Billy confessed. He killed Roland.

- He give a motive? - Yeah.

Roland testified against him to get early release,

then Billy got out on appeal.

- Oops. - Good instincts, Detective.

I... I wasn't trying to make you look bad

in front of the captain,

and I appreciate you checking on me earlier.

A while back, I got too rough

with a suspect near Lou Lou's store.

Her, uh, her cameras caught me beating this guy

after he kneed me in the groin.

I thought it was a fair trade, but when I saw the video,

it didn't look too good.

How not good?

Well, Angie, I'm doing favors for her, so what do you think?

You got something going on, man.

We all do. Mine's drugs.

Yours is rage, right?

You know, when you get discharged from the Army

and you go home,

they make you go to these evals and seminars to manage

the, uh, "post-combat emotional journey."

Sounds about as cringey as getting out of rehab.

Look, Ang, whatever this thing is that I have going on...

I'm doing the work.

It's under control.

♪ With you, my life ♪

♪ Has been so wonderful ♪

♪ I can't stop now ♪

Still another minute, so.

You ready for this?

Does it matter?

♪ You are tired ♪

♪ And your love is growing cold ♪

You know, um...

I never gave much thought to parenthood

before I saw those instructions.

- Is that crazy? - That's not crazy.

When you were missing and I thought

I might never see you again, part of me wished...

You wished what?

I'm not pregnant.

♪ To stop now ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ - Hoo...

You okay?

Come here.

♪ A little too long ♪

♪ I don't wanna stop now ♪

Gonna take a shower.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Don't make me stop now ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ I'm down on my knees ♪

♪ Please, don't make me stop now ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ I love you with all my heart ♪

♪ And I can't stop now ♪

♪ Please, please ♪

♪ Please, please, don't, don't make me stop now ♪