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Previously on "Will Trent"...

Rafael Wexford,
you have a daughter.

Well, maybe she'd be safer if
you'd change your line of work.

What else am I gonna do?

I think I have
a better idea.

This is my home.

Where shoes
will never set foot.

I was thinking maybe we could
try to get to know each other.

How long
am I staying here?

Are you here meeting someone?
Sorry. Who are you?

I'm Special Agent Will Trent,
GBI.

Who are you?
I'm Marion Alba.

I'm with the Fulton County
District Attorney's office.

I've arrested the love
of my life last year.

You arrested the love
of your life?

It's a long story.

I thought... you might choose me

I had no choice!

It was all gonna come out.
I had to do it

P.O.S.T. Rep #2: Regardless of
your reason, the result shows

a lack of respect
for your position.

If you let me back on the force,

I will be the best version
of myself.

Polaski.
POST's decision came back.

Let's make sure
that this is the last time

I have to welcome you back.

Yes! Yes!

Thank you.

Hey, I got an email
from the school

about that big basketball game
on Friday night.

Do you want to go
with your friends?

Oh, maybe
you don't like sports.

I could drop you off
at the mall.

I mean,
if that's still a thing.

Not really.

Ah, okay.

Well, you know you can
invite people over anytime.

Do your friends know
what happened?

Why you're staying with me?

Look, lady,
it's like 6:00 in the morning.

Can you chill?

We're leaving
in 10 minutes.

Make sure you put that
in recycling.

Agent Mitchell here yet?

Alright.

Oh.

Hello.

Hi.

It's, um--

It's you.

Yeah, we caught the call.
Why are you here?

Um, victim has SAP clearance
through the DOD.

Could be
a National Security concern.

Lucky us.

Yeah.

Oh, hey! Uh, stop.

Don't-- Don't step on the rug.

Perp left shoe impressions.

You can see them better
from this side.

Oh. Okay.
Um, I'll come to you.

Faith's, uh, running late.

Ormewood is
interviewing neighbors.

Your, uh...
first day back?

Yes, it is.

They're getting me a cake.

I'm not supposed
to know about it.

Um, I'm gonna
jump to you, okay?

Go for it.

Hey--
Whoa.

So...
Wow.

Oh, yeah. You--
You weren't kidding.

Yeah.

Angie, we should--

No.

Oh, um, Polaski.

Welcome back.

It's good to see you,
Mitchell.

Polaski,
is this man bothering you?

Why are you guys
on the couch?

Perp left
shoe impressions.

Better to see
from this side.

The floor is lava.
I'm good at this game.

Okay, so we're
all just gonna pretend

like this isn't
horrifically awkward

for all parties involved here?

Yes, we are.

So, our victim is
Lloyd Witham.

He was in charge of a contract
with the Department of Defense

to develop some kind
of new stealth drone.

He was targeted
for his research?

That's what we're here
to find out.

Anyone see a laptop?

How am I supposed
to get over there from here?

Uh, try the coffee table.

There is a laptop bag there
but no laptop.

It's glass, Polaski.
Trying to kill me?

I'm taking the ottoman.

Okay, careful.
It looks like it r-rocks.

Oh, God.

Okay, so--
So what do we think happened?

Okay, the window
in the back--

Hold on.
Wait.

Hold on! I was--
Never mind.

The window in the back
was broken.

That's how the perp got in.

Okay, so he came in.
He sat in the armchair,

waited for Lloyd to get home,

and then shot him.

Sounds like a movie.

Yeah, we found the casing.
It was nine millimeter.

None of the neighbors
heard anything,

so I think
he had a suppressor.

It's a professional setup,

but he screwed up.
He was gut shot.

Lloyd fell right there.

Probably passed out
from blood loss.

Is he out of surgery yet?

No, not yet, but can
we talk about the footprints?

What, he shot the guy and then
did the Wobble for 20 minutes?

Well, let's map it out.

Shooter starts here.
He goes to the body,

I'm guessing to steal
the laptop out of Lloyd's bag.

Yeah. From there,
he goes to the front door.

Hang on. When did everybody
get laser pointers?

I've always had
a laser pointer.

They gave me one
when I joined GBI.

I stole mine
from the GBI supply closet.

Couldn't have gotten me one?

I would have,
but Trent arrested you

and you were picking up garbage
on the side of the road.

Okay!

So, once the shooter
has the laptop,

why didn't he leave?

The plant on the credenza.

He knocked it over.

It's tilted, and there's
some dirt on the floor.

Okay, and then there's footsteps
that go to the hall closet.

Ormewood,
point at the footsteps.

What's in that closet?

I'll bet you anything
it's a hand vac.

Look at all those vacuum marks.

Hmm.

Indeed there is a hand vac.

Who tidies up
after they shoot someone?

Guys, I know who it is.

It was my mom.

Okay, um, this hand vac
is filled with dirt and, uh--

Oh. New theory.
The shooter had long brown hair.

The shooter is a woman?

Oh, yeah, 'cause
only women vacuum, right?

You're the one
who just said was your mom.

You know what? I'm really tired
of having to be the one

who polices gender bias
around here.

Guys, shut up. Hang on.

Well, look at this.

Are you kidding me?

Long brown hair.

Uh-huh. She left us her I.D.

Thank you so much,
Helen Anderson.

What a dummy.

That car belongs
to Helen Anderson.

This is where she works.

We'll cover the front.
You guys take the back.

Assume she's armed.

So, this is big.

First day working with Angie
since you arrested her.

Yup.

Look, I know you don't like
talking about your feelings,

but this seems
like the rare occasion

in which you might
want to unburden yourself.

I'm good.
Let me help.

Do one of these statements
feel true?

"I am still in love with her."
"I am angry with her."

"I feel guilty
about what I did."

"I'm sad."
I don't know about you.

I'm going in there
to arrest a homicidal maniac.

But if you want to keep
talking feelings,

Pete Chin's nana died.

Maybe he could use
a shoulder to cry on.

You good, Big Dog?
Yeah.

Cool. In position.

GBI!

Helen Anderson,
show me your hands.

Okay, okay, I will, just...

let me...

That's good. Yes. Perfect.

Ma'am, step away
from the dog.

Okay. Okay.
Hands behind your back.

Okay. Hey.

Hey, it's okay, Lady Esmeralda.

Everything's gonna be alright.

James, she still needs
her essential oils.

You guys have no idea
who you're dealing with.

You're gonna feel pretty stupid
when you find out who I am.

Okay. Who are you?

Helen, it's time
to start talking.

Attempted murder
is a serious charge.

Wait. What do you mean,
"attempted"?

You're gonna want
to see this.

Found it in her bag.

Interesting.

Care to explain this?

I think that speaks for itself.

It says that you have
complete immunity for any acts

that you have committed
or may commit in the future.

A permission slip
to commit murder?

Who do you think has
the authority to issue that?

The CIA.

I'm pretty sure
that's not true.

You do know the CIA doesn't
operate on American soil, right?

Okay. I'd like to speak
with my handler.

Oh.
You have a handler?

Yes, that's right.

I'm a spy.
Oh.

You know I nearly became
a CIA agent?

What do you mean by nearly?

I mean I started
filling out the form one time.

I would've been good at it, though.

We're up.
Whoa. Hello.

Officer Case,
thank you for joining us.

My pleasure. You were right
to bring the CIA into this.

This is a strange one.

First of all, this immunity
letter is meaningless.

It did not come
from our office.

It's not a thing that exists.

And Helen Anderson,
not a CIA intelligence officer.

But doesn't
the target seem legit?

Agreed. That's what
makes it so strange.

Well, somebody's convinced
Helen she's a CIA officer.

And to go after Lloyd.
Well, it's not unusual

for bad actors
to prey on people that way.

There are a lot of CIA
wannabes out there.

My thing is different.
Right.

Look, the way I see it, we have
two urgent priorities here.

First, where did she stash
that laptop?

And who is out there
acting as her handler?

Got it. Officer Case,
don't worry.

I'll get her to talk.

Agent Anderson.

Thank you for your discretion
so far.

I'm Agent Ormewood.

Thank heavens.
I knew they'd send somebody.

I've just been waiting
and waiting.

Oh, forgive us.

Your direct superior
has been called to Helsinki

on clandestine business.

I was sent from Washington
to receive your mission debrief.

So why don't you tell me
how much you were told

about the laptop?

I was told
the target was using it

to sell state secrets
to terrorists.

That's right.

That's why you had to shoot him
and take the intelligence.

Yes. For America.

To keep it from falling into
the wrong hands.

And where's the laptop now?

I left it at the dead drop,
as instructed.

And just to be clear,
the dead drop was set up by...

Cutter, of course.

It's just as I thought.

Listen, we need to set up a
meeting with Cutter immediately.

Can you help me
speed that up?

You just said
Cutter was in Helsinki.

I'm not an idiot,
"Agent Ormewood."

Faith, have you seen my stapler?

Hey, Will.

Oh. Miss Alba.

Is this your office?

They didn't even give you
a window?

It's temporary.

Yeah, but aren't you,
like, the top agent here?

What can I do for you,
Ms. Alba?

Marion, please.

So, I heard a rumor
that you have a C.I.

inside the Grove Park Boys?

Peanut.
Yeah, he's Faith's guy.

Can I talk to him
for my RICO case?

You know, I had
everything lined up

to take down Lincoln Spelling,
but he's now, you know--

Dead.
Right.

So is there
a new shot caller?

I mean,
are there multiple suitors?

Is there a hostile acquisition
in the works?

I bet Peanut knows.
I'll tell Faith to set you up.

She's next door
in my old office,

one with the beautiful views
of the Atlanta skyline.

Terrific.

Good to see you.
Thank you.

And I have to get to court.

Okay.
Hey, um, do you know you--

you have
a little something?

What? When did I get that--
How did--

Oh, my-- Oh, God.
I have court in 20 minutes.

Um, I--

I have a shirt
on the back of the door,

fresh from
the dry cleaning.

If you want it,
it's yours.

I do.

Thank you.

Look, it's black, metal, uses
standard 6 millimeter staples.

I don't care
who you take it from.

I just need one. My papers,
they're everywhere.

Okay--
Hey. Hi.

Lloyd is out of surgery

if you and Faith
want to talk to him.

Yeah. Sounds good.

Why are you just
standing there?

Will, have you ever
thought about putting

a little more effort
into your appearance?

You know,
it's really important.

What? That shirt's
custom-made.

I know. It's monogrammed
with your damn initials.

I think I want to keep it.

Hi.

Um, I mean, um, no,

uh, ADA Marion Alba,

Detective Angie Polaski.

Hello, Detective.
Will, I have to get to court.

Thank you again.

Yep. Yeah. Okay.

Um, Faith, we gotta go.

No, I've never
seen her before.

Glenn, do you recognize
this woman?

No. Sorry.

Glenn Evans?
You guys are research partners.

That's right.

Lloyd, what's next?

Tosca or Rigoletto?

Uh, Rigoletto.

Glenn has an aria
for every mood.

Hmm. Any idea
who would want your research?

It's cutting edge technology.

Tactical drones, low cost,

autonomous, lethal
with unprecedented precision.

There are 100 countries
who would kill

to have this kind of edge.

But even
if they have the laptop,

they can't access
the intelligence, right?

That's right.
You need the encryption key.

Who has the key?
Myself and Lloyd.

Why? You don't think
I'm in danger, do you?

Glenn, we're going to put you
in protective custody.

Whoever stole the laptop
may be after the key next.

Hold on.
Our research assistant, Cole,

also has the key.

We're gonna need
Cole's address.

Ma'am, you have a call

from a Riverview Heights Academy
on line one.

Amanda Wagner.

She what?

I'll be right there.

Sunny was in a fight
in school.

You're leaving?

She's been suspended.
I need to pick her up.

I have never seen you
leave early before.

I didn't have a kid before.

Cole Ridgemont, GBI!

Cole, we need you
to come with us.

Cole.

He's dead.

I've never stabbed
anyone before.

There's so much blood.

I'm sorry.

It all sounds
so stupid now.

We understand
a little more than you think.

Talk to us, Kent.

My mission was
to kill the target.

Cole. Get the encryption key,

and then send it to Cutter
through a secure upload.

Cutter has the key?

What can you tell me
about Cutter?

I've never met him in person.

He's pretty secretive.

How'd he find you?

We met online.

Said he was recruiting for
a sleeper network of CIA assets.

You know, everything
sounded so important and urgent.

Where online did he meet you?

I don't want to say.

Hey. You can tell us.

We met on a message board
to discuss "Alias."

It's like
a community of people.

"Alias"?

Sorry, what is that?

Sydney Bristow is a spy

who thinks she's working
for a secret organization

inside the CIA.

Until they kill her fiancé,

and she realizes
they're the bad guys.

She has to become
a double agent for the real CIA.

And only one person
knows her truth,

another double agent,

a man she hardly knows.

Her father.
Her father.

She wears a different wig
in every episode.

It's so good.
It's so good.

So good.

Okay. Thank you.

Um, sounds like a great program,

but if we could just turn
our attention back to the case,

because there is a psychopath
who's convincing

lonely people on the internet
to commit murder.

Okay, so, Kent is 28.

He works remotely,
doesn't have many friends.

Cutter was able
to manipulate him

because he was
already isolated,

spent all that time online
looking for community, purpose.

And he loves spies.
Right.

So maybe Helen was recruited
from the same site.

Let's pull the user data from
the message boards and find out.

I already spoke to Officer Case.
She's on her way down from D.C.

Oh.
Did you?

What? There's national
security secrets at stake.

Look, I have a perfectly
normal amount of respect

for Officer Case.

It's not weird.

No. Not at all.

Let's get to work.

What happened today,
Sunny?

I want a lawyer.

I bet you do. Too bad.

When do we get to go home?

You know how many nights
I spent

sleeping in interrogation rooms
as a kid?

No, we're not going anywhere.

Dinner is served.

Oh, you might as well
get this right on out of here.

Dinner is for people
who tell the truth.

For real?
Oh, she's for real.

Oh, I'd get to talking
if I were you.

Picking up.
Okay.

Thanks, Tanya.

So. They do
the cake thing yet?

Yeah.
They had a little party.

It was weird.

Heller gave a speech
about redemption.

He cried.

I think he was really talking
about his divorce.

Mm. That's rough.

And Franklin...

Did you know
he's learning to play clarinet?

Really?
He played "Amazing Grace."

Oh, my God.

Worst part, though,
was the cake was gluten-free,

and it was like
chocolate sand.

Oh. Oh, no.
I'm so sorry.

You're sorry.

About the cake.

Ange--
Here you go.

Thanks.

Angie.

Excuse me.
Could I get this door unlocked?

Sure. Let me get the keys.

Hey, can we just talk?

I don't want to talk
about this.

You didn't give me
a choice, okay?

Are you serious?

Of course
you had a choice.

You covered up
a murder, Angie.

And because of that,
five more men are dead.

You didn't
say anything to me.

That's what you're mad about?
That I lied to you?

Yeah, of course I am.
And because of what you did.

Maybe it was a little hard
to open up to you,

because I thought
you might arrest me.

And you did.

In front of everyone.

Can I get some help here?

You know, you're right.
I'm so sorry

that when I arrested you for
lying about murdering a man,

I didn't consider that you might
get a little embarrassed

in front of your co-workers.

You blew up our life!

I blew up our life?
You blew up our life.

I blew up--
We were building something.

We were finally
in a good place.

We were talking
about having kids.

You think
I don't know that?

I fought for this relationship.
For us.

I wanted it more than anything.
A family?

I need this door open
right now!

Did you do it on purpose?

You sabotage it?

Of course not.

It killed me.

Go to hell, Will.

Oh, Officer Case.

Ah, Detective Ormewood.

Oh, call me Michael or Mike
or Mikey,

whatever--
whatever feels good.

Ormewood feels good.
Yeah, that's fine, too.

Thank you for coming.

I hope we're not
pulling you away

from anything important.
Oh, here, please.

Have a seat.

Just dinner with
the Austrian foreign minister.

It's not as interesting
as it sounds, I promise.

Okay. Um, so now that Cutter
has access to the research,

how would he go about
selling those secrets?

He'd hand it off in person.
This isn't the sort of thing

where you want
any sort of digital trail.

Keep it off-grid.
Makes sense.

And if he is planning
on selling to a foreign agent,

that person needs
a legitimate reason

to be on U.S. soil
without raising any flags.

Something like a conference.

Yeah.
APD keeps a list of events

that are gonna require
extra police presence.

We can look for ones
that have international pull.

I have my team
looking at our watch list

to see who we know
in the Atlanta area.

I can draw up a list
of suspects,

but it's a big city.
It's gonna be a long list.

No, we'll find him,
Officer Case.

If it's the last thing I do.

I can't keep having
the same conversation with you.

Okay? Please do not call me
at work anymore.

Oh, hey.
Hey.

Um, no, I-I wasn't--
I--

Oh.
Actually, I came--

Can I come in?
Yes. Obviously.

Of course, this is-- Yeah,
this is your office. Please.

Sorry, I was just
returning your shirt,

and, um, my husband called.

You're married?
No. Uh, kind of.

No. I am not.

We went to high school together.
We're best friends,

but it is over. We're just
still fighting over the cat.

I get it.

My last relationship
was a long one, too.

It's still strange talking
about it in the past tense.

Is this the one
that you arrested?

Actually, yes.
You met her yesterday.

Oh.
Gotta say, though,

you know,
if you're looking to end things,

arresting them is a great way
to make sure it sticks.

What a tip.

Will, you have never been
anything but very kind to me,

and I appreciate that.

Well, um
I appreciate you, too.

Will, you were right.
Cutter approached Helen

in the "Alias"
message boards, too.

I just finished
reading their DMs.

What did Cutter say?

Is there anything
pointing us to his identity?

He didn't say much,
and Helen's still not talking.

At some point,
they moved chatting

to a secure messaging app.

But before that, mostly
they talked about

Helen's favorite episode
of "Alias," "The Telling."

Oh, wow,
that one is an intense one.

Wow. You, too?

Okay, well, I guess we're
watching an episode of "Alias."

Can I join?
My lunch was just canceled.

Oh, no!
Is Bradley Cooper dead?

Oh, Bradley Cooper
is unkillable.

Wait, shh!

Oh, look at her fly.

Ooh.
This is violent.

Hell no.

Uh-oh.
She meant business, okay?

It's slow motion.

You know something serious
about to happen.

Got the gun.
Don't do it.

That's the thing.
Too late.

Ooh!
She just shot her best friend.

Well, technically, it's
her best friend's evil clone.

Yeah, but still,
she's genetically identical.

Well, she actually died
before this.

It was in the episode
after the Super Bowl. That--

Guys, she just shot
her best friend.

Helen was obsessed
with this episode of television.

I have an idea.

Hello, Helen.

I still don't have anything
to say to you.

You were in a car accident
in 2023.

You were pretty
severely injured.

The driver of your car died.

Melodie Sundell.

Why are you
bringing that up?

The police report said
you guys were best friends.

The night she died, we
were going to Cirque du Soleil.

I was supposed to drive,

but I had a glass of wine
with dinner, so she took over.

Then a driver fell asleep,
came into our lane, and--

After that, I--
I couldn't do anything.

I just stayed at home
and watch TV

and posted about it.

That's when Cutter
came into your life?

I was so lonely.

He was the only one
who understood me.

I couldn't believe
he actually worked for the CIA.

And when he recruited me...

I don't know.

My life felt like
it had meaning again.

I know this is
hard to hear, Helen.

But Cutter was never a CIA
agent, and neither are you.

He used your pain
to make you believe

you were part
of something exciting.

He had you steal those secrets
so he could sell them.

You are not the only person
he reached out to, either.

We have a young man
in custody

who just killed
an innocent man.

We know from Cutter's DMs

that he reached out
to a dozen people

before he even
messaged you.

Told them
all the same things.

But if I'm not a CIA agent,
then I'm just--

Then I'm just a dog groomer.
And--

And I shot--
I shot that man.

Oh my gosh.
Oh, my gosh. I'm going to jail.

I should go to jail.

Helen, you can be the key
to this entire investigation.

Who knows how many other fake
sleeper agents are out there?

No more dead bodies.

Will you help us?

Yes.

I need you to tell me everything
you know about Cutter.

Yeah, he, um...

He lives alone, works a lot.

He's an interesting guy.
Really easy to talk to.

He knew about a lot
of different things.

Loved opera and--

Opera?

Thank you, Helen.

We're gonna solve
this whole thing because of you.

If Glenn wanted to sell
his research,

he could have done it
without killing anybody.

We would have been
able to trace it back to him.

The fake spies draws
attention away from him.

It was more than that. The guy's
an electronic engineer.

He could be innovating
new heart monitors.

Instead, he's building
silent murder drones.

Guy gets high on power.
Is Glenn in there?

Oh, potassium.
That's good for you.

Glenn Evans?

Glenn?!

He's not here.

You got him?
He's gone.

Look, we think we know
where he's going.

He's got a ticket
to the World Grandmaster

chess tournament downtown.

Okay.

He should be showing up soon
if he still plans on

going through
with the sale.

I don't want
anyone making contact

until after the hand-off
is made.

This is bigger
than a murder case now.

This is about
state secrets.

I need to see
who he's planning on selling to

and catch them in the act.

Copy that. Observe.
Don't approach.

None of you guys
look like you play chess.

Except Will.
Thank you, Sunny.

I'm offended. For all you know,
I could be Grandmaster.

Ormewood, one time

you threatened
to send Max to military school

because he wanted to join
chess club.

It was a joke.

As a single father, I love
and respect both of my children.

As a single father.

You guys have eyes
on your targets?

Yep. Zhi Muyang,
the Chinese coach,

and Xu Xing Pei,
the player.

We've long suspected Zhi
of being a recruiter,

and Xu
is his latest project.

I am all over the Iranians.

Got Mirhosseini and Azimi
triangulated.

Officer Case, just so you know,
I served in Afghanistan.

I speak a little Farsi
if you need me to approach.

Ormewood, shut up.

Evans has no known ties
to Iran or China.

Those are just
his most likely targets.

But he could be meeting anyone,
so stay fluid.

As for you, Agent Mitchell--

I'll let you know
if he gets close to anyone else.

Glenn has arrived.

He's moving towards
the tournament.

Will, you got him?

Got him.
He's on the move.

He's getting close
to the Chinese team.

Be ready, Polaski.

Nope, not my team.
He's going on to Poland.

Oh.
Hey, watch where you're going.

What is that?
What's he doing?

I got the shooter.
I got the shooter.

I lost Glenn.
Anyone have eyes on Glenn?

I got him. He's in Poland.

They made the exchange.
It's done.

They must be working
for the Russians.

Polish player's mine.
I'm on Glenn.

GBI! Freeze!

I'm CIA.
I have immunity.

Oh, honey, no, you don't.

He's headed
for the north doors.

I see him.
Where is that?

That's our hallway.

Don't you move.

Oh, come on!

I would've had him!

Your state secrets, ma'am.

Thank you.

You're under arrest.

Okay, that is so badass.

Glenn, freeze!

It's over. You're under arrest.
Hands behind your back.

Let him go!

Ma'am, you are not in the CIA.
This man's a liar.

Thank you.
Yep.

Are you ready
to tell me what happened yet?

Okay.

So this boy Beck has
the locker next to mine,

and I asked him if I
could look at his bio homework.

Then Daphne was like,
"Stop talking to my boyfriend."

And I was like, "I wasn't."

But then she was like,
"You're a druggie hood rat."

So I walked away.

But then she came up behind me
and grabbed me.

And it was--

How Cromwell grabbed you.

I don't know.

And then I don't really
remember what happened,

but I guess I hit her.

How often do you think about
that day? With Cromwell?

How would you feel about talking
to someone? Like a therapist.

No.

Listen.

You went through something
really horrible.

I know how long
something like that

sticks to your bones, sweetie.

I'm fine.

Come with me.

Come on.

Um, what are we doing?

You are gonna learn
how to protect yourself.

My father gave me these gloves
when I was your age.

Here, put them on.

Now, your power
comes from the ground up.

So the first thing
you're gonna need to do

is plant your feet.

Come on.

Alright.
Now let me see your punch.

Okay. Good.
Well, let me see another one.

Okay, now
put something in it.

Give me a real punch.

There you go.
Put a face on it.

Oh, hey.
Hey.

Officer Case
leave already?

Yeah. First flight out.

Aw, too bad. I was really
rooting for you two.

Yeah, well, I don't think

it would have worked out
between us.

Why not?

Well, she asked me
for Polaski's number,

so there's that.

Besides, I mean,
what do I have to offer?

Taco Tuesdays
at Jimmy's Bean Hut?

You okay, Ormewood?

Not really.

No, I mean,
this divorce is bleeding me dry.

I'm barely holding on
to my house.

Just-- Let me give you
a piece of advice, Mitchell.

You ever get married,
get a prenup.

I don't care
how in love you are.

Get a prenup.

I'm sorry.

That's tough.

Thanks.

Hey, I know it's not Tuesday,
but, um...

What?
You doing anything right now?

Because we just survived
a hurricane of awkwardness

from our partners.
You got that right.

And I've never been
to Jimmy's Bean Hut.

Oh, man,
you're gonna love it.

They have
a fried burrito al Jimmy.

It's gonna blow your mind.

They start off
with a half pound of cheese.

Right?
And it sounds like a lot.

Evans was
able to accomplish all this

because he was
an astute observer.

He recognized the epidemic
of loneliness in our culture.

He took advantage of that.

Hey, Will, uh...

just wanted to let you know
the paperwork's in the box.

Thanks.
Yeah.

I'm sorry.
Is that a smartphone?

Lot's changed
in six months.

I guess so.

Hey.

I know things are

intense right now,

but, um...

I just miss
my best friend.

I know.

Me, too.

I hope we can somehow
get past this.

I don't think so, Will.

Not this time. I've had a lot
of time to think about this.

Yeah, me, too.

♪ I don't know
what you got, baby ♪

You did
what you had to do.

And you did
what you had to do, but...

Everything is different now,

and it's not gonna go back
to how it was before.

I know.

We're not lovers.

We're not... friends.

We're coworkers.

We've been saving each other
and pushing each other forward

and pulling each other back
since we were 7 years old.

We can just stop.

♪ I'll love you twenty more
'cause I've got that will ♪

I'm not sure I know how.

You're already moving on.

You just don't
realize it yet.

♪ I remember those sweet kisses
you give me last night ♪

Wilbur Trent...

...I release you.

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