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Previously on "Will Trent"...

Are you really gonna
move in with Ormewood?

Post-divorce life is
expensive.

Ormewood needs
some passive income,

and I just need
a place to stay.

Jeremy's gonna deliver
the bag.

What you did is called
drug trafficking.

It's a felony.

This is gonna kill your mother.
You know that?

Do we have to tell her?

This young man is
my confidential informant.

You are helping the DA's
office build their RICO case

to take him down.

This stays between us.

Hey, um...
[ Dog barks ]

You sure you have to go?

You know,
Betty and I would love it

if you stayed,
wouldn't we, girl?
Marion: Oh, yeah?

I know, I hate
that I have to leave,

but I-I have a thing.

Oh, a mysterious thing.

No, it's just a thing.
A class thing.

Yeah, it's just, um...
[Clears throat]

I have a juggling class.

Marion Alba!
You're taking a juggling class?

I mean, I don't want to
turn you on too much,

but I do have
a little arthritis in my hands.

I had no idea that you were,
uh, secretly a clown.

Hey, there are many
respected clowns in my class.

I'm very sure.

I'm just... constantly
surprised by you.

Mm?

Hey, what are you up to
this Friday?

Oh, uh...

Nothing much.
I'm just, um, getting older.

Wait a minute.
It's your birthday?

Why didn't you say anything?
Oh, I'm not really into it,
you know?

I come from a big family,
and they forget every year.

It's a real
"Sixteen Candles" situation,

so I just, uh, don't make
a big deal about it.

It's just another day.

It's definitely not
just another day.

And it's a very,
very big deal.

Now, I would
love to celebrate you.

May I take you to dinner?

How can you say no to us?
[ Laughs ]

You can't.
Look at these brown eyes.

Look at us.
Give her the look.

Well, whose brown eyes
am I looking at? [ Chuckles ]

All four.
[ Laughs ]

Fine, fine.
You can take me to dinner.

Yes! We did it, girl.

Oh, well, wait,
let me get one of those.

I gotta go.

Alright. Bye, girl.

I'll let myself out.

Bye.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Hey, Jeremy.
Everything okay?

Man,
I'm kind of spinning out.

Listen to me.

You're doing great.

Alright, Raphael's
back to ignoring you, right?

Business as usual?

Uh-huh.

That's great.

That's what we wanted.

Okay, you're okay.

Now, I want you
to start paying attention

to paper, right?

Contracts, bills, receipts.

Now, who does the books?

I need you to listen
for a name.

And if I could do that,

I could stop being
a snitch, right?

Soon. I promise.

I'm gonna get you
out of this.

Man, if I get caught--

You're not getting caught.

Be smart. Lay low.

You call me
if you need anything.

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

♪

Will?
Took you long enough.

I'm coming to pick you up.

What's the case?

It's kind of a non-case.

One of Amanda's bougie friends
called in a favor.

Her daughter's missing.

She probably just
snuck out of the house.

Okay.
I'll, um, I'll get ready.

This way.

You sure Whitney's
not at a friend's house?

I reached out, and her friends
haven't heard from her.

Hmm.

Where were you?

Wellness retreat in Florida.
No phones.

Whitney is incredibly
independent and self-sufficient.

I wasn't worried.
And it was your husband

who noticed
the security cameras were off?

Yes, Kwame.

Did, uh,
did you put these here?

That was there
when I got home.

Kwame is doing some work
with our foundation in Malawi.

The cameras were off
for several hours

before he noticed.

The three of us are
the only ones who know the code.

Faith: Has she ever
turned them off before?

No.

I know what you're thinking,
but she's a straight-A student.

♪

She spends her time
in the science lab,

not sneaking out of the house.

She's going to going to MIT
in the fall.

♪

Faith: Do you know
if she's seeing anyone?

No.

She hasn't mentioned
anybody to me.

She's too focused on school.

♪

And that's her car
in the driveway?

Yes.

And her wallet
is still here, too.

♪

And I can't find her phone.
What if--

I just have such
a terrible feeling.

Don't let your mind go there.

♪

[ Gasps ]

Whitney? Whitney! Whitney!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no!

Let me see my daughter!
You let me see my baby!

I'm sorry.
No, no, no!

My baby!

[ Sobs ]

♪

Hard to hide
anything in here.

Man, this room is cold.
Check in her socks.

That's where I used to hide

the notes Charles
would give me.

Oh. Good call.

Ugh, Whitney's DMs
are vicious.

Trash talking, gossip.

Lord knows
I do not miss high school.

Oh, look at this one,

sent last night
to somebody named Elijah.

"My parents are out of town.
Come over."

I'll talk to Michelle,
see if she knows this kid.

[ Sighs ]

Drugs, boys, an ID in a sock
that I doubt is real.

Yeah, you had your secrets,
didn't you, Whitney?

Do you really
want to talk about secrets?
Excuse me?

You put your partner's
son in danger.

Maybe stop all the judging
and solve my murder.

What the hell's going on?
Come on.

You talk to dead people
all the time.

Whitney McAdams.

Bingo. It's me.

Fantastic.

Elijah Buckley is
not a teenager.

He is 32 and the choreographer
of the Belle Rose League.

They're having a rehearsal
right now.

I don't know
what a Belle Rose is,

but you can explain it
on the way.

Shotgun.

♪

And a one and a two

and a turn and hold.

Heads up, arms strong.
Shoulders down.

Next phrase, everybody.

And one and a two and...

Why am I hearing talking?

Wow.
Oh, yeah.

Belle Rose is the highest
echelon of Atlanta society.

Black excellence,
wealth, and exclusion.

I know that look.

I'm the chapter director,
Lorraine Potts.

Are you considering
Belle Rose for your child?

Good lord, no.

Uh, Will Trent.
Georgia Bureau of Investigation.

This is Faith Mitchell,
my work partner.

We'd like to speak with your
choreographer, Elijah Buckley.

Oh, dear.
You can use my office.

Elijah.

♪

I prefer to keep
the door open.

As a matter of fact,
I'm recording this.

Mr. Buckley, can you tell us
where you were last night?

What's this about?

Whitney McAdams
invited you over.

She did.

I didn't respond.
It was inappropriate.

Is Whitney accusing me
of something?

Will: Where were you
last night?

Why?
Whitney was murdered.

Oh, God.

I was-- I was teaching
a dance class

at Beltline Dance Studios.

Then I had dinner with friends.

Why would a 17-year-old girl
invite you over?

She has a crush.

I shut it down,
but she's relentless.

Do I need a lawyer?
Not if your alibi checks out.

Just don't leave town.

Unless I'm under arrest,

I can move about my life
as I see fit.

Rashida: Oh, my God,
she's dead?

Well,
I guess the news is out.

Yep.

Thanks for coming.
Yeah.

Poison ivy, huh?
Yeah, I'm never taking
these kids hiking again.

It was supposed to be
a wholesome family activity.

How is it possible
that neither one of these kids

knows what poison ivy
looks like?

I bet they do now.

How are you guys doing?

Max looks like a monster.

Cooper.
I want to go back to Mom's.

Yeah, well,
your mom said that

because you got poison ivy
on my watch,

you're stuck with me
for the next couple of days.

So, guys, head upstairs
and itch quietly--

and separately in your own
rooms, okay?

Polaski and I have
work to do.

Who got murdered today?

It was yesterday.
Where were you around 2:00 p.m.?

I was getting poison ivy.
Want to see?

Nasty. Oh, baby.

It's like he hates me.

He always wants to be over
at his mom's house now.

And the whole reason
I even suggested this hike

was so we could all spend
time together.

Now look.
He's itchy.
It's on his face.

Cut him a break.

Monroe Tiveret, found with three
gunshot wounds to the chest.

No witnesses.
Robbery?

No, actually, he was found
with his wallet, keys, watch.

Three gunshots, huh?

Sounds personal.

Yeah, he was an AC repair man,
beloved at work.

No complaints against him
in 15 years, apparently.

Everybody's pal.
Well, not everybody.

Divorced. Two kids.

My money's on the ex-wife.

This anger at ex-wives
is not a good look on you.

Besides, the ex-wife was
in Tampa.

Could have hired a hit man.

Okay.

I'm interning at a high-profile
national news network.

GBI agents interviewing
Black teens

without representation
or guardians?

That's a story
they might be interested in.

Permission to record?
Of course.

I bet you were hoping
you could question us

before we found out.

Figured we'd be, like,
more honest that way.

She really knew
how to look out for... herself.

Care to talk more about that?

Look at this picture.
My eyes are closed.

Three zits.
Look at this lighting.

Whitney still posted it
to the grid.

Do you know
if Whitney was seeing anyone?

There are always rumors.

A college guy,
an Atlanta Falcon,

a sheik in Dubai.

Who knows what was true?

It was all true.

What is your name?

Tasha Hargrove.

That better be
a prescription.

It is.

No one told you yet?

I'm crazy.

My mother died, so...

Yeah, that'll do it.

Oh, my God.

What, are you two
in a club or something?

Is-- Is Whitney really gone?

Were you and Whitney close?

Yeah, when we were younger.

But then she got popular,
and I didn't.

Still, I thought we had
this sort of unspoken bond

or whatever,

and I couldn't have been
more wrong.

Did something happen?

I made a mistake
of confiding in Whitney

about my hospital stay.

The next day,
everyone knew.

Oh, my God, she is seriously
still talking about this?

I am literally dead.

You win.
Give it up.

Not long after that, I
caught her going through my bag.

What was she looking for?
Who knows?

She was a meddler.

Now, that's rude.

Was Whitney seeing anyone?

What's going on here?

Whitney was murdered
last night.

Yeah, I heard.
Her poor parents.

Look, I'm sorry, I can't have
you upsetting my daughter.

Stepdaughter.

Let's get going, Tasha.

You should talk to Jayden.

He's usually in his car,
a gray Tesla.

♪ I'm a mover, mover ♪

♪ I'm a shaker, shaker ♪

♪ I'm a mover, mover ♪

♪ I'm a shaker, shaker ♪

♪ I'm a mover, mover ♪

Jayden Parker?

Who's asking?
GBI.

We want to talk to you
about Whitney McAdams.

Whitney?

What about her?
Jayden.

Are you cheating on me
with Whitney?

Molly, who are you gonna
believe, me or them?

Hey! No.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

That is enough.

Hey, little girl,
stop hitting him!

Faith.

Both of you, out the car, now.

Jayden, we're bringing you in
for questioning

regarding the death
of Whitney McAdams.

Will: We found your client with
an item from the crime scene.

Circumstantial.

We're cooperating,
aren't we, Jayden?

My client received
a series

of voice messages
from the victim.

Uh, the victim has a name, stupid.

Show some respect.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

You're in for the best night
of your life, Jayden.

She's talking to me
in that part.

Jayden, where are you?

Ten minutes
and the offer's off the table.

What?

You gotta run men,
or they'll run you.

Jayden, you better be
in a ditch right now.

Like, you better be lying
in a pool of your own blood.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Right there. See?

She was talking
to someone else.

It wasn't me.

Someone else was
in the yard with her.

The time stamps
on these messages

were all left
before 8:00 p.m.

My client arrived
after 9:00.

His location services
will verify that.

What happened
after you arrived, Jayden?

I came through the side gate,
went straight to the backyard.

She wasn't there.

I assumed she bailed
because I was late,

so I bounced.

I am so glad
I didn't sleep with him.

What about the towel
in your car?

I stepped in dirt.

I was wearing
my Paris Dunks.

I can't be walking around
like that.

So glad.

Did you see anyone
while you were there

or on your way out?

Oh, damn. Yeah--

Sorry, ma'am.
Didn't mean to curse.

Um, yeah.

There was a Black 7 Series
leaving when I pulled up.

Anything else?

Any idea who might have
hurt your friend?

Honestly, Whitney made
a lot of enemies.

I mean, it didn't matter
who you were.

If you got in her way,

you were gonna catch
that smoke.

She was even arguing
with Ms. Potts last week.

I mean, going at it.

Lorraine Potts?
At Belle Rose?

Alright,
I think that's enough.

Jayden, let's go.

Thought they'd never leave.

Let's pay Lorraine a visit.
Okay.

Are we leaving?

No. You stay. No.

That's okay.
I'll meet you there.

Hey, Pete.
What do you got for us?

Autopsy results.

Cause of death--
gunshot wound to the chest.

Dad, we're out of Sprite.

A bullet hit his heart.

He would have died
nearly instantaneously.
Dad!

What are you talking about?
I just got more yesterday.

Well, now it's gone.

Okay, Pete.
Anything else?
Yeah--

You drank six Sprites
in 24 hours?

I have poison ivy.
Stop shaming me.

Drink water!

Dad, Max drank
all the Sprite.

You guys, I'm on a call.

Is that the dead guy?

Yes, that is the dead guy.

Your alibi checked out, though,
so you're off the hook.

You guys need a minute or...

No, Pete. Keep going.
Alright.

Well, I found small traces
of three ground meats--

chicken, pork, and beef,

as well as onions,
tomato, jalapeño,

American cheese, and bread.

♪ A little bit of chicken,
some onions, pork, and cheese ♪

♪ Tomatoes, pepper, beef ♪

♪ Make up
the triple chopped cheese ♪

Did you just
make that up, Coop?

No, I heard it on the radio.

It's for the chopped cheese
at Jean & Tony's Burger Shack.

Pete, could that
have been his last meal?

Maybe.

There wasn't much
in his stomach.

Whatever he ate, he
only had about one bite of it.

Jean & Tony's is a block away
from where the body was found.

I want a chopped cheese.

Me, too.

Me, too.

It's closed right now,

so we'll get chopped cheese
tomorrow, okay?

Everyone happy?
And Sprite!

Stop scratching.

I hate to say it,
but Whitney seems...

Like she's the worst person
in the world?

Oh, really?
I'm the worst?

The worst.

There are no dogs in heaven.
Nope.

So, when little Betty dies,
she'll just be gone.

You shut your mouth!
Excuse me?

Um, sorry.

It's a self-help technique
to interrupt intrusive thoughts.

I think it's great

that you're doing some work
on yourself.

Anyway, Rocky texted.

Neighbor's Ring camera footage
corroborates Jayden's story--

when he arrived, when he left,

and that BMW he said
he saw leaving.

We get a plate?
Partial.

We'll see
if something comes up soon.

I'll, uh,
I'll just be a second.

I need to, uh,
check something.

Marion's birthday.
Alright.

I'll see
if the choreographer is here.

I want to ask him about
that Tasha girl

that Whitney had beef with.

I'm gonna need you
to pipe down.

And I'm gonna need you
to solve my murder.

You know, the fact
that everyone disliked you

is making my job real hard.

At least no one
can call me a liar.

Oh, here we go again.

You know,
I'm gonna tell her about Jeremy.

When?
Soon.

You know what I think?
I can't wait to hear it.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I think you finally made
a real friend and partner.

Someone that you trust
after a lifetime

of having your walls up.

And now that you betrayed her,

you're afraid she's gonna find
out the truth and abandon you.

And she should,
you tiny little bitch.

Oh, I'm a tiny little bitch?
Yeah, you are.

And you're calling yourself
a tiny little bitch

because I'm you,
tiny little bitch.

That's enough, okay?
[ Singsong voice ]
Tiny little bitch.

Tiny little bitch!
Shut up!
La, la, la, la, la, la!

I can't hear you.
I don't hear your voice anymore.

Nope, I can't hear you.
I can't hear you.

La, la, la, la, la.

Can you just
get out of my head? Huh?

That was embarrassing.

Stay in the car.

♪ I'm just a country boy
from Georgia ♪

♪ Your body's made
for California, my love ♪

♪ Your man does nothing
but adore ya ♪

♪ But I wonder,
what would he say? ♪

♪ You look so good,
I can't afford ya ♪

♪ He kissed your lips,
it looked like torture for you ♪

[ Laughs ]

Mrs. Etta Mae would be
rolling in her grave right now

if she saw those dance moves on
the Belle Rose ballroom floor.

I take it
you looked into my alibi?

Yes. You're cleared.

Beltline dance studio.
I take classes there.

I would like to ask you some
follow-up questions, though,

if you don't mind.

Me first.

Mrs. Etta Mae--
was she your chapter matron?

And choreographer,
and judge and jury.

She kicked me out.

Ouch.

Well, I prefer to encourage
the kids to stay.

The formal dance
is for the parents,

but I like to mix it up.

Dance with me?

You know the kids
pretty well?

Oh, yeah.

People get vulnerable
in here.

We got it all.

Tears, fights.

Body dysmorphia.

They confide in you.

No murder confessions,

if that's what
you're hoping for.

Get ready for this turn.

Oh, no, no, no,
I am not ready.

Oh!
There you go.

That was fun.

So, has Tasha ever
opened up to you

about what's going on
with her?

That's a hard one.

She was never the same
after her mother passed.

She used to be... lighter.

I don't know how else
to describe it.

She had a falling out
with Whitney?

I try to stay out
of the complicated dynamics

of female friendships,
especially teenagers.

But I will say they weren't
too close lately.

Let me ask you something.

Turning the other way.
Oh!

Why'd you get kicked out?

Because I was pregnant.

My son's name is Jeremy.

He's 19, and
Janis Coleman told everybody.

She did not.
Oh, she did.

The next time I came
to a Young Belles meeting,

she had this giant
greeting card.

The huge ones?
Oh, ginormous.

"Congratulations
on your new baby."

She had everybody sign it

and set it right outside
of Mrs. Etta Mae's office.

So, apparently I wasn't
Belle Rose material.

I bet that still stings.

Like a murder hornet.

How about you finally have
your night at the ball?

It could be our second date.

Oh, this is not a date.

We danced.
We bore our souls.

You told me
a deeply sad story.

That card was so big.

[ Both laugh ]

Ms. Potts, what were
you and Whitney arguing about

a couple weeks ago?

Whitney didn't complete
her hours.

I informed her that
she absolutely could not

participate in the cotillion.

She was unhappy
with that decision.

Yeah, I know you told me
to wait in the car,

but obviously
you need my help.

Why is the dress in my closet,
Will?

However, she was
still coming to the cotillion.

There you go.

Whitney barged
in a week later.

She had done her research.

What was she holding
over you?

My résumé says
I graduated from Spelman,

but I never did.

Whitney threatened to expose me

unless I signed off
on her hours,

so I did.

Why didn't you
just tell the truth?

Ha! Hypocrite!
[ Sighs ]

I love this organization
and these kids.

I couldn't lose the life
that I had worked hard to build.

Yeah, she knew
how to get her way.

Why is the world so hard
on ambitious women, hmm?

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

What kind of car
do you drive?

Green Volvo.

Sorry, I need to take this.

Hello, my love.

Guh-gross.

Who do you think
she's screwing?

You know, you're really
annoying, you know that?

And you're not helping
with the case.

You were thinking
the same thing.

Will, they traced
the plates on that BMW.

It's registered to Tasha.

Tasha, this is serious.

Your car was at Whitney's house
the night she was killed,

and her phone was in your car.

We need an explanation.
I don't know.

You don't know?
I don't remember.

I don't remember going
to going to Whitney's house.

Sometimes I black out,

but I know I didn't kill her.

Blackouts?

How long has that
been going on?

Things have been difficult
since her mother passed.

The blackouts.
Mood swings.

Doctor says it's
an autoimmune disease,

but Tasha's taking
medication to manage that.

And yet you left her at home
alone with the car keys?

I just went to a sports bar
in midtown to catch the game.

Now, Tasha knew
how to get in touch with me.

You said your friendship
with Whitney ended

because she told people
about your hospital stay.

That must have made you angry.

She was pretty upset.

When I got home,
I found her stabbing things.

The flat screen, wall sockets.

Guess I'm wired wrong.

Gavin said I shouldn't
hang out with her anymore.

She's, like, my trigger
or something.

She was.

Not to speak ill of her.

I can still smell her
in the house.

Faith: Alright,
why don't we take a break?

Gavin, can you step outside
with us?

♪

Mr. Overton, Tasha is--
I failed her.

Look, I promised her mom
I would take care of her.

I can't believe this
is happening.

You think she
could have done this?

No.

I mean, I don't want to,

but with the car, the blackouts.

I don't know.

♪

What do you mean,
you're out of the sandwich?

It's a limited edition
sandwich.

Yesterday was the last day.

But I wanted the sandwich.

Yeah, we came here
for the sandwich.

Dad, chill.

I'm sure they have
some other sandwiches.

Stop saying sandwich.

Yeah, but this one has
its own jingle.

Cooper, do the jingle.

♪ A little bit of chicken
and some onions ♪

Yeah. No, no.
Good job.

Okay, can you guys
just wait right over there?

Just give me a sec, okay?

Hi. Uh, poison ivy.

Anyway, I apologize.

What we're going to need

is four of your second
most popular lunch item.

And the security footage
from that camera.

I know it doesn't seem like it,

but, uh, we're with the APD.

Hey, what's going on
with you, Max?

I feel like you've been
nothing but mad at me.

I'm not mad at you.

I have a tryout tomorrow.

A tryout?

You're getting back
into wrestling?

I love that.

I'm trying out
for the school play.

I know you think it's stupid,
so just go ahead and say it.

No, no, I don't.

I don't think
it's stupid at all.

I think it's--

I'm-- I'm just surprised.

A play. Really?

Is it a musical?

No.

Good. Uh, what's--
what's the play?

"Romeo and Juliet."

I'm just trying it out.

Oh, hey, that's great.

Hey, Romeo.
Girls love a Romeo.

I look like a pizza
with diaper rash.

I'm disgusting.

I'm going to be Montague, cousin
number three, if I'm lucky.

No. Quit feeling sorry
for yourself.

Okay? Suck it up.

Here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna go up there
and you're going to make a joke

about the poison ivy
on your face.

Then you're gonna crush it
so hard,

you make everybody there forget
that you even have poison ivy

on your face.

Can you do that?

Yeah, you can do that.
I know you can do that.

Okay. Good news.

We've got
the security cam footage

from the day Monroe
was killed.

Here's Monroe.

♪

Ooh, Monroe got
the last sandwich.

One final win before death.

♪

Yikes.

Maybe that's our killer.

You think someone
would kill over a sandwich?

It's supposed
to be a good sandwich.

We'll never know.

I mean, it tracks, right?

There was no sandwich
found at the scene.

So, this guy could have
killed Monroe

and taken his sandwich.

Guy took a sandwich
with a bite out of it.

What an animal.

I gotta find this guy.

I'll have them run
his face through the system,

see if we get a hit.

Order for Angie.
Hey.

Alright,
where are we on this?

I'm talking to Michelle
later today.

Poor woman's planning
her child's funeral.

Tasha stayed at that facility.

It was a 72-hour hold.

Visitor log showed
only one visitor.

Whitney.

Staff said she sat
with Tasha.

Held her hand while she slept.

Like a friend.

Well, maybe not the worst person
in the world.

Her mouth is moving.
What'd she say?

"I'm going to...

I'm...

I'm going to help you."

"I'll find out...
I'll find out what..."

"What truck"?

"Drug."

That's it.

Whoo! Almost there!

Yes, we are, Whitney.

You figured out something
was up with her medication.

You're damn right,
I did.

Because you were
going to MIT, STEM girl.

Dream deferred,
but keep going.

You went through Tasha's bag

'cause you wanted
to test the pills.

Yes. And?

And I bet your fancy
school had one of those things.

Both: Mass spectrometer.
I knew it.

I knew that word.

Oh, I know you did.

'Cause I'm in your head, baby.

Let's go!

You were just trying
to help your friend.

Thank you.
You had hidden depths.

Now, did somebody say
redemption arc?

Well, someone is drugging her.

My money's on the stepfather.

Whitney McAdams,
you were a hero.

♪

This compound
is an antipsychotic

called Norazine.

Side effects include blackouts,
mood swings.

Exactly the symptoms
that Tasha described.

But... this is not the medication

that her stepfather says
she's taking.

You think he's giving
her the wrong meds on purpose

to make her sick?

Why? What's the motive?
Could be greed.

All the money in that family

comes from Tasha's
mother's side.

How much you want to bet

that she has a massive trust
waiting for her

when she turns 18?

If Gavin got her
declared unstable,

he could put her
under conservatorship.

Control Tasha,
control her money.

Britney Spears
all over again.

Tasha said she could smell
Whitney in the house.

What if Whitney was going there,
digging around?

I think Gavin realized
Whitney was on to him.

He panicked, killed her.

And they say
stepmothers are wicked.

Go bring that man in.

"Oh, Romeo, Romeo,

wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father
and refuse thy name.

Or if thou wilt not,
be but sworn my love,

and I'll no longer be
a Capulet.:

"Shall I hear more,
or shall I speak at this?"

"'Tis but thy name
that is my enemy.

Thou art thyself,
though not a Montague.

What is a Montague?

It is nor hand, nor arm,
nor foot, nor face,

nor any other part."

Yo, isn't this Max's audition?

[ Laughs ]

You're gonna crush this, dude.
You got it.

This is really good.

The guy could have
just ordered one of these

and not shot anybody.

Dad, isn't that the guy?

You're right.
That is the guy.

Max. Cooper, you stay down.
Don't get up until I say so.

Stop right there!
Hey, stop right there!

Hey! I said stop right there!

♪

Gavin Overton,
we need to speak with you

about the murder
of Whitney McAdams.

Hey!

GBI! Stop!

[ Tires squeal ]

I told him to stop.

People are dumb.

We searched his house,

found the conservatorship
paperwork

and the drugs.

He killed Whitney

to keep the truth
from coming out.

She was only protecting Tasha.

Please let her mother know that.

Didn't he have an alibi?

Well, he bought a beer
at 7:30.

The bar was crowded.

He could have slipped out
and killed her by 8:30.

Then he planted Whitney's phone
in Tasha's car to frame her.

Have you released Tasha?

The hospital's running tests
to be sure,

but the doctor said
it doesn't seem

like Gavin did
any lasting damage.

Tasha has an aunt
who agreed to be her guardian.

Good.

I'm glad Whitney's family
finally has some answers.

♪

Decided to take
a fashion risk?

[ Dog barking ]

Marion: Will, are you ready?

Oh, I'll be right out.

Can I help you with something?

You tell me.

I missed something, didn't I?

Jayden, you better be
in a ditch right now.

Like, you better be lying
in a pool of your own blood.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Voice note you left Jayden.

You don't sound afraid.

But if Gavin was
in your backyard,

you would have been scared

because you knew
what he was capable of.

You were surprised.
A little annoyed.

I've gathered
that's your default state.

Or mine.

[ Exhales sharply ]

You're not done yet.

We should go.

You look very handsome.

But you should bring a coat.
It's kind of cold out.

Cold.
Mm-hmm.

It's cold.

I'm sorry, but we have to make
a stop before dinner.

I was thinking
"make a stop"

meant drinks
or a museum,

maybe, before dinner
or even a record store.

But this is--
this is cool.
I know.

Sorry, I just--
I need to check one thing,

and then we'll go.

Notice anything
about this room?

It's freezing, for one.

Exactly.

Something is blocking
the warm air.

Can you hold this?
Yeah.

♪

[ Woman moaning ]

Why are we watching porn
in a little girl's room?

Is this my birthday present?

It's actually part
of the case.

That is Gavin Overton.

And that is the person
who killed Whitney McAdams.

We're not gonna make
our reservation.

Narrator: Brown bears,
as opposed to polar bears

or grizzlies, are generally...

Dad?
Yeah, Coop?

Was that guy
you caught the murderer?

Yeah.

Yeah, he confessed.

Turns out he was just a guy
having a very bad day.

And losing out on the last
sandwich was the final straw.

That doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

You know, sometimes
bad things happen

and they don't make
a whole lot of sense.

I'm sorry you had to see that, sweetheart.

Oh!
Faith, you look gorgeous.

Wow, she's right.

Total smoke show.

Thanks, roomies.

Have you seen
a package around here?

Uh, yeah.
Amazon Prime for Faith Mitchell.

Right there on the table.

Oh, thank God
it came so fast.

Aah!
Come through, statement bag.

[ Gasps ] It's so fluffy!
I love it!

It's like a little owl.

Right?

Hey.
Well? What happened?

Guess who's Romeo.

Awesome!
Yeah!

Mike Donaldson.
Boo! What?

But... guess who's Mercutio.

Me!

All: Yay!

Who's Mercutio?
It's Romeo's friend.

I'm funnier, and my death
is slow and painful.

What's for dinner?

I gotta go, but I am
so happy for you, Max.

Thanks.

Home by 11:00, please.

Shut up!

♪

Your kids look great.

Good enough
to get a third date?

Your math is insane.

♪

What's he doing here?

What's happening?
I need you to play along.

You got it.

♪

Ms. Potts, let's not ruin
the night for these kids

by making a scene.

Agent Trent,
what are you talking about?

I'm talking about
the murder of Whitney McAdams.

You were sleeping with Gavin.

Whitney found out.
She threatened you, didn't she?

That's what you fought about,
not that fake résumé.

I will call security
if you don't stop harassing me.

I bet your prints on this glass
match the ones

we found at the scene
of the crime.

So, do you want to make
this easy or hard, Lorraine?

You beat a 17-year-old
to death.

You took her future.

For what? Money?

'Cause she found out
about your little secret?

Because you thought
she was mean?

She was a monster.

No, she was not.

She was a child.

♪

[ Applause ]

Lorraine Potts,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Whitney McAdams.

Let's go.

♪

♪ I can't stand the rain ♪

May I have this dance?

♪ Do you remember... ♪

Unless you want to arrest
that waiter real quick?

Let's dance.

♪

I'm guessing tonight wasn't
what you thought it would be.

No, but it was better.

I mean, aside from the whole...
catching a murderer thing.

Right. That thing.

I got to enjoy a night
without my teenage insecurities.

I got to wear
this beautiful dress

and have fun on a date.

You know, I don't get to do
that enough, actually.

What, date?

Well, yeah,
but I meant have fun.

I need more fun in my life.

I happen to be very fun.

Oh.

♪

Thanks for finding my killer,
Will.

♪ Whoa, empty pillow ♪

It was my honor
and pleasure.

♪ Where his head
used to lay... ♪

Hey, Will, take it from me.

Secrets have a way
of getting out.

You should tell her the truth

before she hears it
from somebody else.

♪ You ain't got
nothing to share ♪

♪

Also, I made up
the whole thing

about there not being
any dogs in heaven.

I knew it.

Rest in peace,
Whitney McAdams.

♪ I can't stand,
I can't stand the rain ♪

Will: Sorry
about the reservation.

It's fine.

Yeah, tonight
was very exciting.

Guess what I got
for my birthday.

What's that?

A divorce.

Are you kidding?
Nope.

Got the e-mail tonight.

It's all final and official.

Um...

You okay?

I'm okay.

Okay. Okay.
[ Laughing ] Yeah.

I-I was gonna say I'm sorry,

but, uh,
I'm really, really not.

Yeah, me neither.

[ Laughs ]

I'm so happy.

Yeah?

Me, too.

Oh, hang on.
Okay?

[ Laughing ] Oh!

Oh, pancakes.
I love pancakes.
Yeah.

You know, this is the best
birthday I've had in many years.

Feliz cumpleaños, Marion.

Make a wish.

I don't have to.

♪ ...only to rise
and fall again ♪

♪

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