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Previously onWill Trent...

You're the best I have. Maybe it's time to get

over yourself and ask for some help. Use Faith.

- She's smart, and she can read. - Damn it!

Were you ever gonna tell me about your reading?

Look, I get it. You don't want people treating you different,

wondering if you could do your job or not.

I can't believe you have a college-aged son.

- How old are you? - How old is your mom?

What is everyone staring at?

Everyone's very interested in the fact that

you were at Will Trent's house at 4:00 a.m.

Would you really want to be in a relationship with someone

that reminds you of the worst time in your life?

What is it with you and this dog?

Abandoned, misunderstood, underestimated...

I mean, what's not to love?

Betty! Betty!

Betty?

Betty, where'd you go, girl?

Geez, Will, I said I'm sorry.

I'm not scolding, just trying to understand.

How'd you leave the door open?

It was a mistake. I-I am a walking mistake, Will.

How do you still not understand that?

- Has Betty run off before? - No.

Did you know one in three pets go missing in their lifetime?

Uh, is that reassuring?

I've been listening to this podcast

about responsible dog ownership.

I have a plan. We're gonna find her. Here.

There's contact info on Betty's previous owner.

This is the old lady that died? What do I do with this?

I need you to interview next of kin,

anyone else that may have had contact with Betty.

You want me to flag Betty's credit cards, too?

Are you helping or not?

Oh, my God.

Betty, there you go, girl.

I got you. Ohh!

Am I absolved now?

So smart.

She got a better sense than we knew, huh?

Yeah, she knows it's a big ol' scary world out there.

And she's very small.

All right.

Look, um, I gotta go back to the office.

Faith's waiting for me to finish up a report.

Do me a favor... If you leave, make sure the door is shut.

It was one ti... The dog didn't even leave.

I-I-I should not sleep here anymore.

Oh, great.

I'm guessing it isn't about Betty, huh?

The dog is just another way for you to show me what a mess I am.

No one is perfect enough to live with Will Trent,

especially not me.

I've never asked you to be perfect.

Okay, the real problem here is you don't want me to trust you.

Wow. I'm sorry. Did... Did you just solve me?

Well, that'd be nice for once. Can you just admit you were

looking for an out and this was it?

Can you just admit that none of your rules

or promises will make this work?

♪ Ooh-weee

♪ Mama raised me a hustler

♪ Turn people to customers

♪ Ain't no love in these streets ♪

♪ Your best friend don't trust ya ♪

♪ Keep your enemies close

♪ Only when you're provoked

Bro. Thanks for coming out.

Appreciate you, sir.

Thank y'all for coming out to my club!

Much love!

♪ But these boys don't learn

♪ 'Till they finally get burned ♪

♪ Easy come, easy go

- Hey! Give me the chain! - Relax, man!

Come on! Come on!

Brooke, let him have it!

Get off!

Brooke! Brooke...

♪ Never dancing alone ♪

♪ Like we got nothing to lose ♪

♪ Never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind ♪

♪ How we feel today ♪

♪ Never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind ♪

♪ Going out to play ♪

♪ Ohh ohh ohh ohh ♪

♪ Oh, can you feel it? ♪

♪ Up through the ceiling ♪

Hey.

♪ Ohh ohh ohh ohh ♪

Hey!

What's going on?

Did they tell you when your office is gonna be ready?

The man who currently occupies my office,

I hear his name is Tim, he doesn't want to vacate.

So should I roll with it or...

No, that's not gonna work. I'll talk to Amanda.

Are you almost done?

I finished my half about an hour ago.

- Oh. - I was being polite.

Well, send me what you got.

And, um, you can go home.

Mitchell.

Good evening. This is Officer Wirth of Atlanta PD.

Am I speaking to the mother of Jeremy Mitchell?

What happened?

Officer Wirth? We spoke on the phone.

Faith Mitchell. Oh, yeah. Your son's inside.

He was cooperative. There's no contraband,

so don't worry about it. No charges.

Jeremy? Jeremy!

- Ma! - Jeremy!

Are you okay?

There was a stampede after the gunshot.

They think it's a hyperextended elbow.

Did they check you for a concussion?

- Yes, Ma. Nobody stepped on my head. - You are 18 years old!

That is not even close to old enough to be in this club.

And what if they found a fake ID on you, huh?

That's a felony.

What? You got something to say?

You wanted me to stay in town for college

so you can keep an eye on me!

Well, Ma, this is what happens!

And weren't you doing a lot worse? I mean, you had a kid!

You're Trent, right?

Mm-hmm.

Let me guess, you're here to take the case from us?

Nope. Just a tourist tonight.

Yeah, well, that's too bad.

This stickup crew has been working their way

around mid-town all over.

They show up out of nowhere,

and then they disappear just as fast.

What's their M.O.?

She's a warrior, bro. She's gonna pull through.

Mr. Conlan, I need any description

- you can give me about the... - Sorry, Officer.

Look, I'm... I'm Conlan's manager.

- Please. - Let him go.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

What the hell was that?

You don't think a description of a shooter

who was staked outside Conlan's club

is germane to the investigation?

He wasn't staked out.

Shooter pulled up across the street in a silver sedan

30 seconds before the Conlans came out the club,

which suggests someone inside tipped him off.

Find that lookout, you'll find your shooter.

That's it?

What's the capacity in there? Couple hundred?

Just gotta figure out which one of them tipped off the shooter?

I bet I could solve this tonight.

Screw you.

How?

Tonight.

Easy money.

We were supposed to be going home.

How did this happen?

Uh, you know, saw an opportunity

to make a little cash.

I'm sorry, you made a bet on this?

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, you know it's not gonna be

easy to find this lookout?

The club was at capacity at the time of the shooting.

And everyone who wasn't injured is long gone.

Except for my son, Jeremy. He was injured.

Arm okay?

Yeah, I-I think so.

This crew's been hitting high-profile targets

always with precision timing.

Whoever this lookout is, they have access

all over this town, not just here.

What about "Doe Peaches"?

Who is "Doe Peaches"?

Look, it's this account that everyone follows

that posts anywhere that's lit.

Oh, Deux Peches. It's French.

Yeah.

I mean, clubs, suites at the Benz.

I mean, they're nonstop.

But no one knows who's behind it.

You.

- Conlan's manager, right? - Yeah.

You have a photo printer here?

Yeah.

If our lookout was hanging in one location,

we can identify them from the angles in these photos.

♪ Uh

♪ I'm a rider, dedicated to my grind ♪

♪ You can tell I'm gettin' mine ♪

♪ By the emblems on the cars when I slide up ♪

♪ Got the things they admire

♪ Bound to catch her eyes with the jewelry ♪

♪ Drippin' over my designer

♪ Shine like a diamond but brighter ♪

♪ Cash money, stunna mannie, fresh big timer ♪

♪ Throwing shade and it's cool ♪

♪ All that hatin' that they doing ♪

♪ Ain't nothing but more fuel to my fire ♪

♪ Tip toe and dance on the wire ♪

♪ 25 on the dresser, talking grands, not lighters ♪

♪ Everything I touch gold, I got hands like Midas ♪

♪ Money phone, rubber bands stretched like Pilates ♪

♪ Never speakin' on the bucks that I'm pilin' ♪

♪ Stayed solid

♪ Make them G's move in silence like Giannis ♪

♪ Benzes give massages

♪ Keep ya mentions, keep ya comments ♪

♪ We was made for that water, we been swimming with piranhas ♪

♪ Days for the fund

Our lookout was standing right here when they took this photo.

I need security footage and credit card receipts.

The car outside matches the description

of the shooter's getaway vehicle.

Ava Green, 31 years old, juvenile record for petty theft.

All right, search warrant's been signed.

We're ready to knock.

All right, we'll follow you in.

One night.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry I gave you crap earlier

about being slow with the report.

Oh, that was you giving me crap?

- That's sad. - Okay.

I'm only bringing it up because it feels like

this one-man-show you're doing right now

is only to prove that you're the best,

even though you type with two fingers.

Still the best.

Police! Search warrant!

- Police! - Aw, man!

Breach, breach, breach!

Hands where I can see them!

- Freeze! - Keep your hands up!

- Freeze! - Hands up!

Give me your hands!

Hey, somebody pick up the back room.

Oh, my God.

- Ava Green? - Just wait.

It wasn't me. I promise.

I had nothing to do with this.

Well, that's too bad.

I thought those Deux Peches photos were pretty great.

Um... thanks.

I still need to arrest you now. Come on. Hmm?

There we go.

All right.

Let's see if I'm getting paid tonight, huh?

Stand over here.

Tell me you found a weapon on one of them.

We'll get these over to ballistics in the morning.

- Flip a coin, right? - Mm-hmm.

What about Conlan's chains?

Haven't found them yet.

Because they're not here. We didn't do it.

- I mentioned that already, remember? - She's lying.

We recovered stolen merch from a dozen recent stickups.

Tell your guy outside to put his hand

on the hood of the car, see if it's warm.

Oh, I love some good, old-fashioned detective work.

Wait for it.

Wait.

All right. Car's cold.

Hasn't been used tonight.

"Solve it in one night," he says.

You owe that cop some money.

You found a stickup ring,

just not the one that was working tonight.

♪ Got two feet, walking out your life ♪

♪ I'm done with the games, ay yay ya ♪

I guess none of these people have seen a murder before.

They look like scared kittens.

Nah, I grew up on a street like this.

People here get blissed on Xanax and pass out

watching cop shows every night of the week.

Then why are they afraid of us?

Well, you know when you take a toddler to Disney World

and he freaks out the first time he sees Mickey Mouse?

Morning.

Hey, can we get some light in here?

Well, that's powerful.

You should try it.

This is too much house for us.

Oh, come on. We deserve it.

Murder weapon?

Yeah, the shooter left it behind.

I hate guys who have guns like this.

It's like a weird fetish.

So, who is this?

Victim's Sean Hinchliffe. He had the listing.

I took a witness statement from the woman across the street.

She said that he arrived at 8:00 a.m.

to set up for the open house.

The door was left open.

She saw him laying on the ground and ran back out, called 911.

Geez!

This place is great.

What do you think, Polaski? I could see you and Trent here.

I do not want to talk about that.

Whatever. I'd put an offer in on this place.

Not on your salary.

There's a game room in the basement.

Well, there's our point of entry.

Yeah, we checked the Ring Cam across the street.

No one else went in or out the front.

Yeah.

If you walk back through the woods there

about a quarter mile, you'll hit a main road.

Okay, so... our shooter hoofed it through the woods,

came in through this open window,

waited for the Realtor to show up, and executed him?

There's nothing of value in the house.

Expensive watch on the body there.

I'm just a renter.

Do people hate real estate agents this much?

Did the HOA have business with him?

Mr. Hinchliffe was six months delinquent

on his membership dues.

I thought he was just the broker?

That's what he wanted everyone to think.

This sign over here, "For Sale"? Fake news.

You want to give us the real?

He buys homes in good neighborhoods,

then he "sells" them

on a rent-to-own basis, no money down.

Wait, you're saying I could buy this house for zero down?

Do your research. You'll see it's a scam.

How much money did he owe the HOA?

$450.

Oh, and there's no chance you'd kill him over that, right?

Right.

Let's try on a new motive for someone coming after Conlan.

What if it's more than money?

He's the most popular player in Tech history.

Played tight end like a wide receiver and fullback.

Why isn't he playing pro?

He was a first-round pick. Played for Seattle.

Was Rookie of the Year, then tore everything

he could possibly tear in his left knee.

And surgery was a bust.

Hmm, just like that, huh?

Agent Trent? They need you down in holding.

Well, what for?

The woman you brought in last night has info on your shooter.

Is my phone safe? My whole life's on it.

And there's a ton of photos I haven't backed up yet.

You'll get it back.

Do you know Larry Fink?

The photographer?

Yeah, I worked in a gallery once.

Your stuff, it, uh...

It reminds me of some of his work.

Maybe a little bit of William Klein mixed in.

I adore them both.

- Were you a buyer? - Swept floors.

So, how do you want to do this?

Should we wait for your attorney?

Oh, I don't think I have one. Do I need one, though?

Can we just make a deal?

Well, you're a suspect in an armed-robbery ring,

so let's find out.

Uh, I'll start with some context.

I'm an artist, as you said.

I did party photography to pay the bills,

but it made me want to kill myself.

So I started Deux Peches

as an experiment to find an updated,

I don't know, neon-LED version of what those old guys...

Ms. Green, too much context.

Sorry.

One night, those two guys you arrested

figured out who I was and told me I had to work for them,

so I did, for a tiny cut. Tiny.

You're admitting to