All language subtitles for Will.Trent.S03E06.480p.x264-RUBiK_Track3

Previously on "Will Trent"...

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?

I didn't kill
Alice Finney.

Okay.
What if I said I believe you?

I can't go back to prison,
Angie.

Rape and murder
of a 17-year-old girl --

we're not friends.

He's applying for a new
job since the Waldorf fired him.

Can he put you down
as a reference?

No. Sorry. No.

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

and I appreciate that.

I appreciate you, too.

[ Banging on door ]

[ Reporter speaking indistinctly
in earbuds ]

Reporter:
Rachel will reach Category 4

by the time it makes landfall,

bringing sustained winds
of at least 110 miles per hour,

as it moves north to...

[ Banging on door continues ]

Hey, Esther.
[ Cellphone chimes ]

Call 911.
[ Safe beeps ]

Esther: [ Automated ]
Calling Emergency Services.

[ Phone line ringing ]

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Banging continues ]

Dispatcher: 911,
what's your emergency?

I think someone's trying
to break into my house.

Okay, I have your address
listed as 8833 --

Hang on.

They're moving to the back.

I see them.

Nah, they're headed
for the woods.

Okay, sir, we recommend you stay
inside and lock your doors.

We'll send a patrol car by
to take a look.

Hey! Get out of here! Get --

[ Gunshot ]

[ Roxy Music's "While My Heart
Is Still Beating" playing ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪ All of those people
everywhere ♪

♪ Ever so needing ♪

♪ Where's it all leading? ♪

♪ Tell me where ♪

♪ Nothing insincere ♪

♪ I'd better ♪

Olson: We were thinking robbery
till we found her.

What do you think?

Angie: My guess,
abduction and rape.

She escaped his vehicle, came
to the house looking for help

and didn't get it.
Kept running.

Then he busted in,
killed the witness,

and then caught up to her.

What is that?

Her tongue.

Get a team out here
looking for the murder weapon.

She okay?

There's a guy, John Shelley,

got 20 years
for doing this to his prom date.

He just got out.

Polaski knows him.

♪ Will it never stop bleeding? ♪

♪♪

Well, what I can tell you is
male, maybe 40 to 60s. Athletic.

How can you tell that?

Agent Trent?

Alright, give me a second.

Burn rate of the torso
suggests low BMI.

X-rays were unremarkable

except for this.
It was in his skull.

Probably from
a small caliber bullet.

So all we've got
is that it's a he,

he was shot in the head,

and somebody stashed his body
under the floorboards.

Almost the perfect crime,

if the building
hadn't burned down

and AFD hadn't found him.

Any idea
how long he'd been there?

Well, his clothes
and the conditions

likely compromised
rate of decay.

I'm running some
very complex tests --

Marion. Um,
what an unexpected pleasure.

The fire marshal called me.
I have a missing witness,

and since the body was found in
the Grove Park Boys territory,

I thought I'd see
if I recognized the face.

No face.
Nope.

They didn't tell me
it was so --

Crispy?
Right.

I'm sure we'll find
an identity soon,

even without a face
or fingerprints

or identifying marks.

I think the feet
could be promising.

Notice how they burned
at a much slower rate.

Don't say anything.

Merino wool socks.

A-plus.

Oh, are you, uh,
you feeling alright?

I'm fine.
I'm just a little lightheaded.

I think it's
because of the smell.

Oh. Um, well, uh,
try this.

Thank you.

You carry a handkerchief.

I do.

Pete, let's go
track down those labs.

Sorry about the feet.

La muerta es segura,
pero su hora es incierta.

It's what my abuela
used to say.

Come fuerte, caca fuerte
y no temas a la muerta.

That's what my uncle says.
I'm still learning.

Where are
your people from?

Puerto Rico.

Me, too.
[ Giggles ]

That's --

I'm guessing you didn't grow up
with too much Spanish, though,

because, uh,
foster kid and all.

You remembered.

Pongo atención.

Oh.

Yo también.

Thank you.
Yes.

Uh, no offense to you,

but I would very much so like
to not be in this room anymore.

Oh, Oh, no.
Uh, of course.

Um, we'll get you the identity
as soon as we find out.

Thanks, Mr. Trent.

Huh. She's Puerto Rican.

[ Heavy hip-hop music playing ]

Let's never
come back here again.

Yeah. Would've been nice
for John to have left some DNA

behind at the scene, save us
the trip to Diddler Towers.

Atlanta Police Department.

John Shelley, as a parolee,

we have the legal right to enter
your premises without a warrant.

[ Siren wails in distance ]

[ Bug crunches ]
Ugh.

God, this place reeks
of serial killer.

How'd you not
smell it on him?

The mustache alone
is a big red flag.

Nope. What do you think
he keeps in the cooler?

Clothes.

Obviously.

Hey.

How much you want to bet
these match

the boot print on that door?

Where is this asshole?

APD. Whosever in there
needs to come out.

John: [ Muffled ]
Just a second.

John?

John Shelley, open this door.

I can explain.

John: I've done nothing wrong.

If anything, this shows
a pattern of harassment.

Relax. Okay?

We're just waiting for
the test results to come back.

I told you, it's cow's blood
from work.

You kill them
and chop them up.

I lost my other job,
after I was handcuffed

and thrown into the back
of a cop car for doing nothing.

For concealing information.
For trying to help someone.

Do you drive, John?

Do you have a car?
The conditions of my parole

don't allow me
to have a license.

That's not really an answer.

Speaking of your parole,

I read the statement
you made at your hearing.

You admitted that you broke
into Alice Finney's bedroom

after prom,
forced yourself on her.

And when you came down
from the drugs you were on,

you realized
what you had done,

so you killed her to make it
look like a psychopath did it.

But there was
no psychopath.

Only you.

Why are you
showing me that?

I don't know who that is.

That's Peggy Higgins.

Our M.E. compared her autopsy
to Alice's,

and he said, what was it?

An abundance of confidence.

He said he has
an abundance of confidence

that the same person did this.

The same person beat them,

raped them,
cut out their tongues.

I didn't kill Alice!

Okay?
I didn't kill anyone.

That's not what you told
the parole board.

I had to!

My mother was dying. The only
way they would let me out

is if I expressed remorse.

Where did you get that?
That's mine.

So she died two days
before you got out.

That must have
made you angry.

All that anger building,
building.

What sets you off,

when the girls laugh at you,
when they tell you no?

I didn't kill anyone!
Why won't you listen?!

There you are.
I want a lawyer.

Mm, I think there's more
you want to say to me.

Interview's over. ADA Markovi
here is throwing a flag.

He was breaking.
We had him.

The subject requested a lawyer.
And in my opinion,

you pulled him without
any real articulable suspicion.

He was covered in blood.

Why is the DA's office
making it their business?

I called him in.

I'm not here to be the bad guy.

We all want a clean case, yeah?
If Mr. Shelley is responsible --

If?

Let's get him the right way,
with the basics --

a witness, the murder weapon,
a link to the victim.

Give me real evidence,
and I'll personally make sure

he goes away for good.

I feel very reassured.

Excuse me.

Look, Hexagon test
came back.

Blood on the clothes
is not human.

Hand him off
to his parole officer.

Hey, Cap.

Is this how it's gonna be?

You guys looking over
my shoulder all the time?

Listen, just stick
to the basics, kid.

Elias: I don't know anything
about a body in the floor.

I-I just bought the place
a year ago,

and now it's -- it's all gone.

You familiar with a street gang
named the Grove Park Boys?

[ Sighs ]

I don't know
how the fire started.

Well, that's
interesting, Elias,

because that's not
what I asked you.

Can you tell us who else had
access to your shop after hours?

I'm the only one with a key.

What's got you so scared?

Nothing. I'm not scared.
I'm stressed.

And if you were listening,

you'd know that my entire life
just burned down.

This is all I have, right?

It's...my father's.

Faith: I know you see this stack
of papers in front of you.
Will: I know you heard
what I heard in that room.

Did you skip breakfast?
Don't you dare.

I don't see the problem.
It's dozens of names.

I am not gonna do
your grunt work.
Elias Baidwan
is hiding something,

and we just gotta go
where the trail takes us.

Excuse me! They can hear you
all the way in Tallahassee.

Well, Agent Mitchell and I

were just discussing
next steps on our case.

The burnt jerky man?

We still don't have an ID,
but Pete determined

he's been under the floor
for longer than a year,

which means that the current
owner, Elias Baidwan,

is no longer a suspect.

It also means that it can't be
the ADA's missing witness,

yet Will wants to pivot --

Elias Baidwan clearly knows
something about the fire.

The body is our case,
not the fire.

Faith is right. Send your
concerns to the fire marshal

and focus on getting an ID.

[ Cellphone dings ]

[ Sighs ]
It's Sunny.

Checking on my ETA
for the second time today.

I don't know
why I have to account

for my every minute
with this girl.

We have a schedule.

She's up to no good and
doesn't want you home to see it.

Oh, she knows better
than to try me.

I'm sure it's the first time

a teenager never tested
their limits.

Wait, w-what did you mean
"no good"?

Canoodling. Looking for the keys
to the liquor cabinet.

Trying on your clothes.

Caroline, get my coat!

Okay. I apologize
for raising my voice.

I get it.
You're personally invested.

What does that mean?

Hmm?

[ Sighs ] Whatever.
Hey, what was that thing

you and Pete were saying
about the feet?

Oh, um, Smartwool socks.
You know, Merino wool.

It's fire resistant,
but it will --
Hikers wear it, right?

You think that's our guy?

Cedric Breaffy owned
the building before Elias.

He went missing two years ago,
but his body was never found.

Well, maybe we just found it.

Sunny: Oh.
Rafael: No, I got a better one.

"Spaghetti" me
that spatula.

That doesn't even
make sense.

"Impastable. Impastable."

Okay, ready?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

What do you call pasta
that can give you three wishes?

Pasta that gives
what, a --

You said 6:45.

He can't make it Thursday.
He has to be downtown.

So I invited him over.

I need to have a word
with your father.

Mm.
Mind the garlic for me.

You said this was
my house, too.

I don't recall saying that.

You are in my home.

I meant no disrespect.
Sunny said she asked you.

You are the adult,
who signed a legal agreement.

It's a force of habit.

Penelope was always fine
with me dropping by

to check on my daughter.

I am not her!

I'm the deputy director
of the GBI.

You could have been followed.

I know my business.

I should be a part
of this conversation.

You lost that right
when you broke the rules!

It's my life.

[ Smoke alarm beeping ]

Unh-unh-unh!
Sit back there --

Stay back. Stay back.

[ Beeping stops ]

It's time
for your father to go.

Dad.

Go do your homework.

I'll talk to DFCS

and have them move Thursday's
location closer to downtown.

To my office.

I got business.

If you can't stick to
the rules we agreed upon,

this arrangement ends.

You wouldn't
do that to her.

Oh, let's be clear.
I wouldn't be the one doing it.

Martha: I spent half the day

running around Atlanta
looking for him,

because someone forgot
to tell me he got pulled in.

One call,
and I could have told you

he had nothing to do with it.

John, were you at work
last night?
Yes, Ms. Lam.

Have you ever been late
or missed a shift?
No, Ms. Lam.

What happens if you step
even one inch out of line?

I go back to prison.

Time sheets, drug tests,
my reports.

It insults me
when you suggest one of my guys

is up to something
that I don't know about.

All due respect,
this isn't about your ego.

We're trying
to solve a murder.

Angie: People can get into
all kinds of trouble

when we're not looking.

What?

I'm just surprised
that someone like you

has no faith in second chances.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

The news said mutilated.
What does that mean?

Well, I can't tell you that,
but what I can say

is that we need to find the guy
who did this to her.

Peggy talked a lot about the guy
with the P.O. box next to hers.

I know,
who keeps a P.O. box?

She said it was
so an ex-boyfriend

wouldn't know
where she lived.

I mean, she was pretty,

but she wasn't, like,
"Oh, my God."

I'm terrible for saying that.
I'm so sorry.

What can you tell me
about the P.O. box guy?

He was always bothering her,
asking her out.

We were on our way back
from lunch one time,

and she asked me to go in there
with her because he was there.

You saw him?
Mm.

Can you describe him?

Skeevy.

Like -- I mean like tall, short,
bald? Mustache?

I'm really bad
with that stuff.

Maybe facial hair?

Would you be willing to come
into the station tomorrow

to look at a photo lineup?

Yeah. Yes. Of course.

I have to get back to it.

Yeah, no,
thank you very much.

Angie: [ Recorded ] Polaski.
[ Beep ]

Hi. It's Michael Ormewood,

your partner, at the hospital?

Just got done interviewing
Peggy's coworkers. Alone.

Just wondering where you are,
why you're ignoring my text.

So, be great if you could
give me a call back.

Faith: Pete was able to confirm
that our Mr. Crispy was,

in fact, missing hiker
Cedric Breaffy.

The former building owner.

This is his wife, Meadow,
and his best friend, Dax Mason.

Cedric owned a wine shop.
He traveled overseas a lot.

Two years ago, he goes missing,

supposedly on
a solo hiking trip.

These two grieve
for exactly six months

before getting together.

Well, that was fast.

Yeah, well,
hold on to your Fendi,

because it was even faster
than that.

I tracked Dax's movements
before the disappearance,

found a pattern for
when he was using a gas station

near Meadow's house.

I bet all the dates were when
the husband was out of town.

Hmm. Wife and best friend
fall in love, kill the husband,

then stage his disappearance.

Bring them in for question.

Polaski!

Officer Lam,
it's Detective Polaski

with a question
about John Shelley. Again.

Maybe this is why
we don't call.

Where the hell
have you been?

I was tailing John.

Heller said to lay off of him.
Why didn't you tell me?

I just --

I can't make
the same mistake twice.

It's not the same thing,
Angie.

Anyway,
I think it was worth it,

because he spent half the day
watching this mailbox place.

I-I thought he was
waiting for someone,

but I was wrong because --

Wait, mailbox place,
like with P.O. boxes?

Yeah, let me finish.
He goes in, right? Finally,

says he lost his key,
shows his ID,

and empties the box.
Here's what I can't figure.

The box was opened years ago,
when John was still in prison.

Right? And he didn't list it
with the parole office.

So this --

It feels like something.
Right?

Oh, yeah.
It's definitely something.

Peggy Higgins has a P.O. box
at the same address,

P.O. box 849.

Right next to John's.
850.

That connects him
to the victim.

Son of a bitch lied to us.

A part of me still hoped
that he'd find his way home.

How could this have happened?

I'm hoping you can
help me work that out.

Walk me through the last time
you saw him.

Sure.
Uh, the shop was closed.

They were fumigating.
Termites, I think.

Cedric used it as an excuse
to get on the trail.

That's how he was.

If he wasn't at a vineyard,
he was on a mountain somewhere.

I didn't mind.

It made him happy.

I dropped him off
at the trail head,

and then I was gonna pick him up
a few days later.

He sent me a photo
of the sunset

the first night.
Then nothing.

Well, that's strange.

He's usually in his photos.

They think he may have
gotten hurt, then disoriented.

They called off the search
after two weeks.

I spent a fortune on a team
to keep looking.

It was tearing her apart.

I tried to help her accept
that he was gone.

We sort of just happened.

[ Chuckles ]

I wasn't expecting
to fall in love.

Whose idea was it
to sell the shop?

Dax was against it.

It was the one thing
he wanted me to hold on to.

I figured it was
a good investment.

I spent so much
on trying to find Cedric

that I needed the money.

I got really lucky.
The buyer even paid in cash.

Elias Baidwan, the buyer,
he paid in cash?

Faith: This slug was found
in Cedric's brainstem.

When we searched the scene,
we found its casing.

Will: It's a .22 caliber
long rifle round.

We don't usually find these
in murders.

They're mostly used
for competitive target shooting.

Target shooting?

Faith:
According to your social media,

you hold several
titles in that.

Will: Cedric never made it
to that trail.

[ Dax sighs ]

Meadow had nothing
to do with it.

I couldn't stand watching
him just ignore her

when I knew I could
make her happy.

And we have been.

We've been so happy.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

They might have gone on
another 30 years

in perfect bliss
if it hadn't been for that fire.

Mm, that reminds me.
Uh...

AFD delivered this
to my office by mistake.

Mm. Still looking to do
extra credit for a certain ADA?

I am being thorough.

Will, it is okay.

What?

It's okay to be interested
in her.

It's also okay to have thoughts
and not say them.

Fine.

Thank you.

It says
that two other businesses

burned down
in the Grove Park Boys territory

in the past month.

Oh, I thought our case
was the body, not the fire.

I remember saying the body
and then the fire.

Cedric's widow said Elias
bought the building in cash.

He never had a balance
over four digits.

No assets, no loans.

So where'd he get
the money?

Where, indeed?

The hell? Excuse you.

You're the one
crowding the stairs, asshole.

Yeah, don't you have
a playground to go stalk?

What did you say to me?
You say I look at children?

Aah! Come on, man!

Aah!
I'm gonna sue your ass!

You people come in here, think
you can do whatever you want!

John Shelley,
stay where you are.

It's not mine!

Burly: [ Grunting ] Ow! Ow!

Go, go!

Help me. Help me.

[ Both grunting ]

Oh, gah, that's evidence.

[ Both yelling ]

[ Glass breaking ]

[ Thud ]

John, stop right there,
or I'll shoot.

Someone else is doing this.

If you move,
I'll put one in your chest.

Just --
I won't go back to prison.

It's not up to you.

Where did you find time
to do this?

Well, it's just
a working theory.

Faith helped, too.

From what I see, it looks
like a loan sharking scheme.

Do you think that
Lincoln Spelling loaned out cash

to these small businesses,
and then

someone took it over
after he died?

Seems like it.

And whenever
they didn't pay the new guy,

their places were torched.

I mean, whoever did this is
probably positioning themselves

to take over
the Grove Park Boys.

There's only one name
that comes to my mind.

You think your
old friend Rafael?

But I've got nothing
to confirm it.

I'd like to lean
on Elias Baidwan.

Let me.

I've been told that I have
a gift for wearing a man down.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

That scar on your neck --

Oh. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to --

No.

It's, uh --

You surprised me,
is all.

I apologize.

It's none of my business.

Sometimes I just forget
that we just met.

Have dinner with me.

Yeah.

When?

Tonight.

I'll cook.

Maybe a salmon.

"Maybe a salmon"
is my favorite.

Well, um,

I suppose this concludes
our business.

Thank you, ADA Alba.

Thank you,
Special Agent Trent.

I don't know where John is.

I haven't seen him
since he came to my office.

He did?
Why didn't you tell me?

When was this?
A few weeks ago.

Uh, he was asking
about getting a car.

He wanted to know about
credit reports or something.

Did you help him?

I've spent the last two decades

trying to forget
I'm John Shelley's sister.

I told him to leave.

Are we in any danger?
Why would you ask that?

Because he's a monster,
and I testified against him.

You knew Alice Finney?

Not really.
We were all in school together.

But I saw how John changed.

He became erratic and violent.

Drugs can destroy a person.

I need you to take these.

My mom took notes
on everything

from the moment
John was arrested.

I didn't know
you still had those.

Honey, the police
don't want them.

You don't want them. It's
nonsense, conspiracy theories.

Look, she kept hoping she could
find a way to get him back.

And it slowly killed her.
Please take them.

I couldn't throw them away,
but I can't keep them.

Okay. They could be helpful
in finding John.

Did you try Carver?

John's cellmate?

Yeah.
When I told him to leave,

he said he'd go ask Carver.

Don't let my youthful visage
fool you.

I am advanced in my years.

My memory is unreliable.

Alright, you can skip
the runaround.

We're willing to trade
for information.

I'm delighted to see
you've done your research.

Better a candy in my mouth
than a piece of you.

Oh, I can really see
why you and John were so close.

That peppermint stick
for a tidbit, perhaps?

I've not been allowed a sweet
for a very long time.

Mmm.

When John came to see you,
what did you discuss?

Oh, the weather.

The mail.

You.

You're that security guard.

You broke his tender
little heart.

It's, um...Angela,

correct?

We heard
he was looking for a car.

Mm, um, I remember him saying

that his new job
was awfully hard to get to.

[ Sighs ]

You can have the whole bag.

Okay?

I let him borrow
my mother's car.

Beulah Carver.

I'll call in a BOLO.

[ Buzzer, door opens ]

Angie: We need to find him.

Where would he go?
Where would he hide?

Oh, Precious,

you are asking all
the wrong questions.

Why not ask yourself,
sweet Angela,

how a man who went to prison
at age 17

can have a credit score
of 710?

Aah!
Ormewood: Door! Open the door!

You alright?

Yeah.
Y'all come back soon!

[ Chuckling ]

[ Brandon Combs'
"Tears" playing ]

♪ Oh, my baby ♪

[ Chuckling ]
Maybe next time.

[ Betty barks ]

I think Betty's wondering
where her salmon is.

Betty, girl, I taught you better
than to beg.

Now, come on.
Well, I don't blame her.

I mean, dinner was the best
I've had in a very long time.

Well, thank you.
Mm-hmm.

You know, I have been trying
to track down Elias Baidwan,

and it is like he has vanished
from the face of the earth.

Sorry, sorry. No business.

It's just hard for me
to turn off

that part of my brain
sometimes.

I understand that
completely.

I have a hard time
of that myself.

[ Laughs ]

What?

Oh, just.

What is it?

I just haven't done this
in a long time.

And I just had the impulse
to whip out

my patented summer-camp,
"flirt with your crush" move.

Please, do share.
Okay.

Have you ever had
your palm read?

Oh. Oh,
you're smooth. Okay.

Shh!
Okay.

Focus. I have to
concentrate.

Okay.
Okay.

You see here,
this is your lifeline.

It is strong and steady.

You have gone through a lot,

but you keep moving forward.

How am I doing?

I'm in. I'm a believer.

And here's
your heart line.

It's deep, but very guarded.

You see all these crosses?

It means
that you have a lot of wounds.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Alright.

How about your palm, huh?

What's this palm got to say?

Ah, it's mostly about cats.
[ Both chuckle ]

But if you look closely,
this right here means

that I am going to kiss
a very, very sexy man.

Really?

So I'm going to go --
I'm gonna go find him.

Oh.
Mm-hmm.

Really?
Yeah.

♪ Happy again ♪

♪ Hear my cry ♪

♪ Ease my pain ♪

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

Ooh, wow.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.
I meant the storm.

Oh, really? Okay.

And us.

But I should, um --

Yeah, I should probably
get going before it gets worse.

♪ Going gets rough ♪

♪ Come back, come back,
come back ♪

Gracias por la cena.

Con mucho gusto.

♪ Happy again ♪

♪ Hear my cry, please, my king ♪

Buenas noches.

Buenas noches.

Tell Gross and Smith they're
approved to work from home.

Oh, and can you stay late?
I mean, is that a problem?

Ma'am, if you're here,
I'm here.

Okay, great.

Wow.

Hey. Hey, look at me.

If you want to be mad at me,
be mad at me.

But that woman has my back,

and she's not due an unkind word
from anyone, you hear?

[ Thunder crashes ]

He's not coming.
Of course he is.

It's just the rain.
Or he's making a point.

I'm never gonna
see him anymore.

That's absolutely not true.

Why can't I see him
at our house?

Because it's my house.
And if this is going to work,

we need to stick to the rules
we agreed on.

Okay, forcing him to walk
through a building full of cops

to see me
is not one of the rules.

You're all the same.

I don't know
who you're talking about,

but this is about respect.

Respect for me, your father, and
what we're trying to do for you.

Do you understand?

Anyway, he's not coming.

Well, I disagree.

[ Video game beeping ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

"On our way to Piney Grove.
See you when we get back."

Ormewood: Hey, traffic cam
in Belvedere Park

caught sight of the car
John's using.

We ordered a sweep. They'll yell
if they spot anything.

Good.

Carver was a mail carrier
in both states.

Maybe they were sent
by a friend.

I sent John's sheet
to the locals just in case.

You get started
on the notebooks?

Yeah,
it's pretty heartbreaking.

She really believed
he didn't do it.

Yeah, well, no one
wants to believe it's their kid,

but it's always
someone's kid.

Oh, I checked on
John's credit score.

It is very high,
just like Carver said.

It's probably
some prison scam.

Yeah, but why
tell us about it?

Well, Carver likes
to eat people.

He's a complicated guy.

Okay. Just for a moment,
let us consider,

if someone did put
the murder weapon

and the tongue in the cooler,
it's the first place we'd look.

Of course he's gonna say
somebody put it there,

just like he said he didn't
kill Alice, but he did.

And that tongue means
he's got another victim.

Wait, 30032.

That's Belvedere Park, right?

Yeah.
Yeah.

[ Thunder crashes ]

It's an address, 1854 --

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Piney Grove, 30032.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Ah, bro, you could have
warned me

where Amanda Wagner likes
to keep her grip.

You see
how I turned out.

Glad you dressed
for the occasion.

Hey, if I'm gonna be seen
in here, let me be seen.

Hmm.

[ Chuckles ]

Now, that...

That is nice.

Vintage?

Mm-hmm. Early '80s.

You know I'm a sucker
for pieces with a history.

Mm.

Too much?

Oh, like you always say,
more is more.

I got Sunny waiting.

[ Thunder rumbling,
rain pattering ]

John: I won't go back.

I won't go back.

John, show me
your hands.

I won't go back.

I won't go back.

I won't go back.

[ Buzzer ]

Thanks.
[ Clears throat ]

Hey, John.

I've been reading
your mom's notebooks.

Sharp lady.
Lots of good questions.

Leave me alone.

Believe me, I'd like to,
but I feel like I owe it to her

to ask you about something
Carver said.

Why do you have
a credit score of 710?

How did you open a P.O. box
while you were still in prison?

Why is there a house
on Piney Grove in your name?

I don't know.
Well, you know something.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

John, I'm here to listen.
You gotta help me out.

I went to buy
my sister a gift.

They said I could put it
on a store card

because I had
such good credit.

I knew that wasn't right.

So you went to ask
your sister about it.

She wouldn't talk to you.
You went to Carver.

He guessed someone was
using my identity

to hide money
or hide themselves.

He said he'd look into it
through his contacts.

That's when it all
started happening again.

Like with Alice.

Someone put that knife in
my cooler and killed Ms. Lam.

Do you know who?

No. That's why I went to
the P.O. box and to the house.

I wasn't running.
I was trying to find them.

It's quite a story.

It doesn't matter.

[ Sighs ]
I'm the guy.

That's the story
everyone wants to believe.

It was nice
to get to know you, Angie.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

You can't file charges
against John Shelley yet.

Detective Polaski,
we're at a meeting.

Yeah, I-I understand.
This is urgent.

Yeah, I-I can -- I can wait.

Alright, I think
we might be wrong

about the John Shelley case.

He was found with a body
and the murder weapon.

Two days ago, you were trying
to get him to confess.

Yeah.
Do you have another suspect?

No, but I have
a witness coming in,

and I think that she
could lead us somewhere.

"Might" and "could"
are words for the defense.

The case is there.

Yeah, Freddy has
an excellent record.

No one asked you.
Um --

Captain Heller
brought me in to supervise

because of your
questionable judgment.

You don't need to worry.
It's a solid case.

I filed a few hours ago.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

Uh, Detective Polaski
said it was urgent.

Yeah, she actually
had to step out for a minute.

You want a coffee?

Please, yeah,
and one for Kenan, too.

He's on his way up.
Mm-hmm.

Is it always this empty?

Emergency calls.
Full moons and hurricanes.

Hey, uh...

I have a case
I want you to look at.

It's time sensitive.

This guy went away
for a murder he didn't commit,

and I think it's about
to happen again.

John Shelley.

Yeah.
How do you know about that?

Angie, what are you doing?

Will, how do you know
about that?

Are you watching
over my shoulder, too?

Marion called.
She was concerned.

Oh, my God.

Of course.
It's not a conspiracy.

We're trying
to look out for you.

It's "we" now. Wow.

I get double the
self-righteous grandstanding.

This isn't personal.

It is, though.

Yeah, it is.
Do you know what it takes

for me to walk
into that precinct every day?

I'm killing myself
over this case.

Why didn't I smell it
on this guy?

I've been around predators
my entire life.

Mom made sure of that.

Why did I miss this?

You know why?
Because it isn't him.

Maybe that was a little much.

I thought there was
a certain emphatic punch to it.

[ Chuckles ]

Will, someone took
20 years from this guy.

And I saw the look
on his face.

He won't make it
to County alive.

Someone set him up,
and the answer is in there.

If you've ever believed in me,
even once --

Let's start
from the beginning.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Car alarm chirps ]

It's you.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Mia screams ]

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