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Previously on Will 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?

Bro. Thanks for coming out.

Appreciate you, sir.

Thank y'all for coming out
to my club!

Much love!

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

Come on! Come on!

Brooke, let him have it!

Get off!

Brooke! Brooke...

Hey.

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.

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.

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 being accessory

to a dozen armed robberies.

Do you have a name for me?

Sorry, I don't know
who did this.

But I can tell you
all about Chris Con...

Where are you going?

Look, you're fishing
for a deal with nothing,

it's gonna get you nothing.

I'm doing you a favor.

I'll let them know
you want a lawyer.

Uh, thanks for coming in, guys.

So, uh, first of all,

I'm sorry to be delivering
such awful news about your boss.

For real. You have no idea.

It's like we're all
dead now, too.

Vibes are a little off
here, boys.

What's going on?

Sean controlled the payroll.
Personally.

He paid our salaries in bitcoin

and kept everything in an
escrow wallet on the blockchain.

All right,
so, I-I'm not a crypto girl,

but... but what I'm gathering is
you're all real estate agents

working for bitcoin, and you're
worried you might not get paid?

There's no "might."
If Sean's dead,

all the bitcoin he owes us
is frozen.

And he owes us a lot.

Hey, buddy.
You gotta go to the bathroom?

- No.
- Yeah, you do.

Come on. It's over here.

I want to talk to you
for a minute.

You seem a little different

from the other guys
who worked for Sean.

They're all in sales.
I-I handle the tech backend.

I bet you know how to access
the escrow they're worried about

with all Sean's money in it.

- N-No, I don't have the key.
- Mm.

Just rip it off
like a Band-Aid, buddy.

What do you know?

Someone accessed Sean's wallet
about an hour ago.

After he was killed?

So whoever killed Sean
has the key.

Mm-hmm.

Can you figure out
who's accessing the wallet?

Yeah.

Name's Pudge.
I'm general manager here.

I was wondering, these,
uh, crime-scene guys,

any chance they'll be out
by the time we open?

Oh, what's the matter?

You don't think they'll
bode well for bottle service?

No offense.

We need to clarify
Chris Conlan's

day-to-day around here.

We're investigating whether
he might have been targeted.

Unfortunately,
I wasn't here for that.

Um, I opened up that day.

How is business?
No money problems?

Nah, we keep cash flow
pretty consistent.

You know, Chris has got
athletes, singers,

movie stars coming in.

They bring the crowds along.

Well, he sounds
like a good boss.

Chris is the most generous guy
I ever met.

I mean, he got me this job
after college ball.

Oh, you played at Tech
with Chris?

Fullback.
Ain't have what it took

to make it to that next level
like Chris.

I ain't know what to do with
my life before Chris saved me.

Uh, I asked for updates,

and all they tell me is the...

"The next few hours
are critical."

You've been with Brooke
since she got out of surgery?

Yeah.

Yeah, she was, uh, just trying
to protect me, you know?

I feel terrible.

It's like, uh I don't know.

Can you think of anyone
that might have had a reason

to come at you specifically?

If I knew someone
was coming after me,

I would've told you that
last night!

Mr. Conlan...

I'm here to help.

I'm sorry, I haven't slept.

It's not easy seeing yourself
as a target.

Especially someone like you.
You're a rock.

You don't want to
let people down.

How do you know that?

Pudge.

He told me you're the most
generous guy he's ever met.

You talked to Pudge?

I did, earlier today.

He said he never made it
to the pros like you.

Was that ever a source
of resentment?

No.

Oh, come on, man.
What? You think...

You think he did this?

I didn't say that.

Do you?

No! Pudge is...
Pudge is like my brother.

Have you spoken to him
since the shooting?

No, I've been here with Brooke.

And he hasn't reached out
to you at all?

Not even a text?

But he's like a brother, right?

Look, can I be honest?

Right now, I-I just
want Brooke to be okay.

Of course.

Yeah.

I'll be in touch.

I texted Pudge.

Told him we had
a few more questions.

This is his place
up on the left.

Hey, what happened
to that photographer girl?

- Her name's Ava.
- Oh, sorry.

Don't be.
She didn't have anything.

Yeah, other than having
a crush on you.

What are you talking about?

Damn! It's Pudge.

You're gonna
pay attention, right?

I ran background checks on those
bros we had in here earlier,

and I got nothing,
so I'm all ears.

You put some
real work into this.

Dead Realtor...
No apparent motive.

But his real estate company
has a weird crypto angle.

Turns out he made
a fortune in bitcoin

with a previous
business venture.

How do you spend bitcoin?

You just turn it
into real money.

But how?

Look, we're getting into
the weeds here, Polaski.

And slow down on the pretzels.

His partner in the other
venture was Gregory Pardee.

Do I want to know how these
two made a fortune together?

They made a deal with strip
clubs to sell collectible NFTs

of adult performers.

And, please, don't ask me
to clarify any of that.

Now, when he sold,

Hinchliffe walked away
with $20 million

and cut out his old partner.

Can we link his old partner
to the crime scene?

Well, after Hinchliffe
was murdered,

someone accessed his wallet
and started

moving money
into a different wallet

belonging to nobody
other than...

Gregory Pardee.

So he's the killer.

Wow. How did you
figure this one out?

Oh, I, uh...

scared a nerd.

As you do.

Let's get a warrant.

Now you're sponging
what I'm spilling.

I remember Pudge.

He caught a 70-yard
touchdown pass against FSU.

I mean, nobody figured
he could even run that far.

Well, we searched
Pudge's apartment,

found a gun and Chris Conlan's
stolen chains in the freezer.

Pudge was the shooter?

That's just sad.

At least we're back on track
with the case.

- What's your motive?
- Conlan's chains were insured,

so if Pudge needed some money,

could've seen this
as a victimless crime.

Are we boring you?

If you stand in the corner,
you'll get better service.

It's the M.E. They're trying
to give me an update

on the autopsy, but I'm stuck
on these three dots.

Hey, sorry.

Those stolen chains
you recovered are replicas.

Are you positive?

Lab report
says they're worthless.

I can top that.

M.E. says that Pudge
didn't die from the fall.

He died by asphyxiation before
he fell off of the balcony.

It wasn't a suicide.

No, it was a murder.

So, to recap,

Nothing you came in here
to tell me is accurate.

It's late. Go home.

You'll get this tomorrow.

Although I wouldn't
bet on it this time.

Go downstairs, tell the cop,
give me one more day.

Double or nothing.

You gonna be eating
good here, Little B.

All right.

Smell good, doesn't it, huh?

Oh, you're slipping, Will Trent.

Aah!

Damn it!

Well, I guess it's now all you,
Little B, huh?

Hey, it's still good.

You know...

we need a little more
flow in here.

Oh, yeah.

What the hell are you doing?

- Well, I'm gonna need that back.
- Uh, no.

You're... You're done here.
What is going on?

Did you have a bad day at work?

W-W-Why are you here?

I came to get some stuff.
I need my winter face cream.

Oh.

Well, you know, you have
like eight boxes that you left.

- You can take those, too.
- Yeah, all right, I will.

- Who's that?
- That's a, uh...

photographer I arrested
last night.

Ava. You arrested her?

Seems like just your type.

Why'd you bring
her case file home?

Oh, well...

I don't know.

Maybe she is my type.

No, no. No, no, no, no, no.

We are not doing this.
We are not doing this.

Wait, what? Why?

Because I'm doing you a favor.

Just

I'm gonna get my boxes
while you're at work.

And, uh

good luck with Ava.

All right.

- Hey, Patrick.
- Evening, Mr. Trent.

Oh!

It's just me.

You scared the hell out of me.

What are you doing here?

Waiting on the full M.E. report.

Seemed like we could use
a boost, you know?

Yeah, I do know.

- You get into a fight?
- Cooking accident.

So that's not blood
on your shirt?

Angie and I had
a fight yesterday.

And we sort of made up
right now.

And then we had another fight.

Is that what the bet was about?
Angie drama?

You're not sleeping here,
are you?

No. No. Angie's gone.

At least until, you know,
our next thing happens.

We fight like as if we're never
gonna see each other again.

But, of course, we always do.

M.E. report.

- You want to work?
- Please.

Pudge had a broken hyoid.

Bruising suggests
manual strangulation.

Means it was personal.

Pudge wasn't a small guy.

Killer had to be someone
bigger and stronger.

All of his friends
were football players.

Swing a cat.

Whose idea was it

for you and Angie to work
in the same building?

I don't remember.

We've been circling around
each other like gravity.

Well, maybe it's time
for someone new.

That's one of the greatest
breakup songs of all time.

- Do you even know this song?
- Of course I know this song.

My father owned a record store.

Nevertheless,
your opinion is incorrect.

It's this, followed by
Lauryn Hill's "Ex-Factor"

- and Usher's "Burn."
- Okay, unh-unh.

So, Prince,
"Nothing Compares 2 U,"

Beyoncé, "Hold Up,"

"Thank U, Next," Ariana Grande.

You lost me on the last one.

Angie's favorite is, uh,
"Back to Black."

- Amy Winehouse?
- On the nose, I know.

Well, the heart wants
what the heart wants.

Pudge would've known
those chains were replicas.

Right? Him and Conlan
were like brothers.

Why steal them?

Oh, we can't let this build
go unnoticed. Hang on.

Hey, Patrick.
Can you turn that up?

Okay, I will give this to you.

- It is a powerful crescendo.
- It's still building.

It's still going.

Come on, man.
Where's your "A" game?

Chris Conlan wasn't the victim.

This is the service entrance

to Pudge's apartment building.

Conlan knew we were
gonna talk to Pudge.

So he got there first
and killed him.

Conlan's finances
weren't as tidy as Pudge said.

Debt was coming due,
so he insured the chains,

got a set of replicas made,

and arranged for them
to be stolen by Pudge.

Conlan didn't tell his wife
it was gonna happen.

Too much pride.
Didn't think she'd get involved.

Yeah, but she did,
the gun went off,

and now Brooke's
hanging on by a thread.

Pudge did a lot for Conlan.

But he wasn't gonna
take the fall.

Conlan had to kill him.

Conlan did all this to himself.

I didn't kill Pudge.

I-I could never kill anybody.

Stop right there.

All right?
You don't even believe that.

So you're just gonna sit there

and let us think
that your "brother" robbed you?

I would've given anything
to Pudge, okay?

He didn't need it.

He lived simple.

I asked him for help.

Oh. So the insurance fraud
was your idea.

Okay, you were at Pudge's
apartment the day he was killed.

At the same time he was killed.

I was there.

We had words.

I put hands on him, too.

Yeah, but this was
all your idea.

So how were you mad at him?

'Cause I told him... I said,

"Make sure the gun
isn't loaded!"

I mean, how easy is it?

Pudge does not slip, okay?
Not ever.

So when Brooke caught
that bullet,

I had to hear from Pudge
what really happened.

Okay.

All right.

What'd he say?

He said he was sorry.

And then I-I...
And then I walked away.

-No, I don't buy that
-That's God's truth, man.

- That's God's...
- All right? I don't buy it.

Sorry's not enough, right?

You still didn't know
why it happened.

And that's what drove you crazy,
isn't it?

That's why I called Lucas, man.

Look, he told me to go home,

so I-I went home.

He always told me

the same fire
that got me in the pros

is gonna send me
straight to hell.

Well, I guess he was right, huh?

Let's entertain
what Chris just told us.

If they discussed keeping
the gun unloaded, then I agree

and I think it's unlikely
Pudge would screw that up.

Hmm.

Have ballistics check the gun
we found in Pudge's freezer.

I think someone handed Pudge

a different loaded gun
and told him to use it.

Yeah, but who else
knew about the plan?

Lucas, because Chris called him.

But why give Pudge a loaded gun
in the first place?

Because he wanted him
to shoot Conlan.

- Hmm.
- There you go.

Geez, Will. Why didn't you
tell me Pudge was dead?

Because you're in jail,
for crimes.

I also could've told you
Chris didn't kill Pudge.

Talk to me about Lucas.

- The man's a leech.
- Do you see him out a lot?

How else would he try to sleep
with every woman in Atlanta?

Hello.

You said you have an archive
of all your party photos, right?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, wow.

I see your cop buddies
had some fun in here.

Well, it was pretty messy
when we got here.

How'd you get this place
anyway, huh?

I thought you said
your cut of those, uh,

stickups was "tiny."

My aunt owns the building.

When I told my family
I wasn't going to college,

she didn't want
to see me homeless.

And that was like 15 years ago.

Now rents are through the roof.

She'd murder me to get me out.

- Not really, though.
- That's great.

Can you, uh, show me the year

where Chris was playing
in Seattle

and Lucas was back here
having fun?

Yep.

There you go.

Um, could you, uh...

I'm not a computer
savvy guy, so...

It's two buttons.
Back and forth.

I believe in you,
Special Agent Trent.

Where do you think you're going?

I've been in jail for two days.

All right, well,
I trust you're not gonna

do something stupid, so...

Lucas and Conlan's wife.

I forgot I even took
those shots.

Yeah, too spicy for Deux Peches?

Well, everybody thought what
Lucas was doing was so gross,

it wasn't worth gossiping about.

Chris deserved better.

Could you, uh, print this photo?

Yeah.

Well, this is exactly
what I need.

All right, let's go.

Whoa.

I can't put you
back in jail like this.

So don't, then.

Wait, you think
Lucas killed Pudge?

No.

No, he's a good man,
and he's selfless.

Yeah.

Real selfless.

Let's not even
talk about that yet.

How'd we get here, Chris?
Huh? I mean,

you needed cash, but the club
wasn't the problem, right?

You kept the house full.
Pudge kept the costs down.

- You two were a team.
- Problem was

all of the side hustles and
investments you did for Lucas.

Not to mention, he spent more

than everyone else
on your squad combined.

No, Lucas was doing
what I wanted him to do, okay?

I pushed him.

- I needed him.
- He's been in your ear

for so long, how can you be sure
what's him and what's you?

I mean, look at this.

Look!

It happens more than you think.

All right, sometimes
the people closest to us,

they can blind us.

Lucas saw his shot with Brooke
and he took it.

No, he didn't have to
kill me to get it.

I love Brooke,

but if she told me it was over,
I'd let her go.

Yeah, but you had a prenup,
and so if she left you,

then Lucas would be left
with nothing.

Wait, so this was
all about money?

It's bigger than that.

Think back on it, Chris.

What's the one thing
Lucas has always wanted, huh?

Your life.

So I...

I put Pudge
in the middle of this.

- I got him killed.
- No!

Lucas killed Pudge.

You hold him accountable.

How?

The gun.

The gun that was used
to shoot Brooke,

Lucas took it
out of Pudge's apartment.

It ties him to everything.

We just gotta find that gun.

I know where he keeps it.

All three of us use the safe.

Only Lucas kept a gun in it.

- It's right here.
- All right, just open it.

Let us handle whatever's inside.

I don't know what's
happening. He must have...

He l... He locked me out
or something.

Come on.

Stop that!

Okay, who else
was allowed access?

Just Pudge.

Now I guess only
Lucas can open it.

Should we regroup?

Maybe we could still
end this right now.

Chris? What's going on?
A-Are you out?

I didn't...
I didn't know where else to go.

It was, uh, hours of questions,

then they said, uh,
I could just go home.

What did you tell them?

The truth.

Look, bro, they, uh...
They got a tip.

And... And they're looking
for a gun now.

Can you just
be happy I'm out, man?

Look, stay where you are.
I'm coming to you.

I'm happy, buddy, okay?

Yeah.

I'll wait here for you.

I hate him.

Hey, you can do this.

Lucas arrives, unlocks the safe,

you call for us,
then we arrest him.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

We need to get out of sight.

I should've just let Jeremy
go out of town for school.

But it's so damn expensive.

He can take out a loan.

You want to know how much
I'm paying in interest on mine?

And let's just be clear.

That photographer
doesn't have a crush on me.

Are you still
thinking about that?

She just doesn't
want to go to jail.

You people are still here?

We're working. Can you leave?

I'm just here
to get the bank deposit.

It's not like I want
to micromanage the kid.

But I'm his mom, you know?

You open that
with your index finger?

That's not a thumb scan?

No.

Chris, you gotta talk...

How long you been
playing me, Lucas? Huh?

Was it all about Brooke?

This your plan from
the beginning, you tapeworm?

- Tapeworm?
- Yeah!

You've been sucking
every dollar you can from me,

and I see it now.

God, I have been paving the road
for your stupid ass

every since you were
in middle school.

And what do I have
to show for it?

How about the townhouse
I bought you in Buckhead, huh?

Oh, oh, you mean
the townhouse where you get

to bring your little side pieces
whenever you want,

and I get to front
the property taxes?

Tell me, how much of my life
should you get?

You don't deserve any of this!

You couldn't even work
your way back into the pros.

You gave up.

Hang on. Hang on.

What did the cops
say to you, Chris?

Anything the cops say
can be a lie.

No, I know what you did.

Chris. Put the gun down.

No, I'm not gonna do that.

Chris, look at me.

Hey.

Look at me.

I know, all right? We got him.

Easy. Easy, easy.

You're done here.

Turn around.

Hey, friend.
Are you Gregory Pardee?

Why do ask, Red?

'Cause you've been poking around
a dead guy's crypto wallet.

That's why.

Got a little warrant here
to collect your electronics.

Hell no. I hate cops!

Want me to post your search
history for everyone to see?

Stay out of my life, perv!

Okay.

Geez. Uh, he might be armed!

That's too many swords.

Aah!

Okay, okay! I give up.

I have ADHD. I just...
I say things sometimes.

It's real...

It's okay.
We're not here for you.

Hey.

Do you know
who gave you that tattoo?

Yes, of course, I do.

I know what it means.

You're here because someone
sold you to that freak.

I'll bet somebody's
said this before, but...

I can help you.

And I'm going to.

What's this?

He is our liaison
for the prosecutor

that handles trafficking cases.

And I just don't want this girl
to fall through the cracks.

So I gotta stay on it
start to finish.

You're disturbingly
cheerful right now.

Well, we cleared a murder
and rescued a trafficked woman.

Uh-huh. Um, did Gregory Pardee

say something
to piss you off back there?

You were a little rough on him.

No, we didn't have any backup,

and I had to make sure
I was in position

to maintain control
of the suspect.

Hey, what was that tattoo
your girl had on her?

That's Zero Mile.

That's the trafficking ring

that Vice has been after
for years.

I got close a few times, but...

This girl's my shot.

I know that I can get her
to turn witness.

So, the D.A. Office said

they're gonna keep the felony
off your record.

It'll just be probation
and a fine.

I owe you so much for this.

Well, your photo
brought the case home.

It's a fair deal.

We make 'em every day
in this building.

Well, I can't really thank
the building, can I? So...

You want to hang out sometime?

Or I could go back
to my life of crime?

Or you could hire me to be
your kooky forensics girl

who finds evidence
in the most unlikely of places.

I can get the funny glasses
and everything.

Ava, um, I gotta
be honest with you.

I'm not ready to jump
into something new.

- Not yet.
- Bad breakup?

She's still around. Kinda.

She might always be around.

Is that a riddle?
Is she a ghost?

I'll keep an eye out
for your photos.

I'd appreciate that.

And remember,
Special Agent Trent,

It's never too late
to decide you're ready

to jump into something new.

Hey.

Hey.

Yeah, I ran, and I said
I would try not to do that,

so here I am.

I had a crazy day, and I just...

You want to talk about it
with me?

Yeah.

I do.

It's okay. Shh, shh, shh.

Does she get a vote?

No.

No way.