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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...

You sure you have to go?

You know, Betty and I would love it

if you stayed, wouldn't we, girl? 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...

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?

You can't. Look at these brown eyes.

Look at us. Give her the look.

Well, whose brown eyes am I looking at?

All four.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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, jalapeo,

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? 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

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.

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 rsum 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!

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?

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.

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.

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?

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!

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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 rsum.

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.

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

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. Yeah.

I-I was gonna say I'm sorry,

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

Yeah, me neither.

I'm so happy.

Yeah?

Me, too.

Oh, hang on. Okay?

Oh!

Oh, pancakes. I love pancakes. Yeah.

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

Feliz cumpleaos, Marion.

Make a wish.

I don't have to.

...only to rise and fall again

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