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Previously on Will Trent...

Mr. Antonio Miranda lives a pretty quiet life.

Hangs out at a social club for Puerto Rican transplants.

This message is for Antonio Miranda.

I'’m the son of your sister, Lucy.

You told Gina about the case?

Yeah. I don'’t know what'’s going on with her.

It'’s like she's in some kind of a fog or something.

You sure she'’s okay?

I got a nail in my tire.

Had to wait for a tow when I lost my keys.

- Hello. Amanda Wagner, it'’s time to pay.

Ooh, Amanda. Did you see the new girl yet?

I saw her.

Poor baby was swimming in that uniform. Why do they do us like that?

Girl, you'’ll show her what to do, just like you did with me.

Safety pins.

Girl. Safety pins for life.

I'’ll talk to you later.

♪ ...she'’ll be by his side ♪

♪ But he doesn'’t realize He hurts her so much ♪

Hey, Wags. Question for you.

What do you want, Bishop?

So, Mitchell'’s just gonna keep milking this kid thing

whenever she wants a night off?

She went to a parent-teacher conference, asshole.

See, when your mom and dad love you-- Oh, wait.

- You don'’t know what that means, huh?

Bitch. Must be nice having a daddy who'’s the captain.

Get off the channel. I need to call in a stop.

Long nights, right?

License and registration, please.

Yeah.

Let me make sure I understand this. You got a nail in your tire.

Didn'’t drive anywhere near any construction sites.

People drive over nails all the time, Will.

We live in a busy city.

But then you got a threatening phone call on your personal phone.

Everyone in Atlanta get that call?

I didn'’t get a call like that. You?

- I did not get a call. Yeah.

And now this in the GBI.

Last I checked you'’re still Deputy Director.

- These threats were targeted at you. - And you'’re just now telling us.

I was handling it.

"Oh, I'’m Amanda Wagner. I'’m scary. I can handle it."

"I don'’t need anybody's help. Unless I call you in the middle of the night

to come dust for prints even though it'’s not your job."

There are hundreds of active threats I oversee at any given time.

Sorry for not looping you two in whenever I get a hangnail.

Let me know when you find something.

It was the night janitor.

Say more.

Camera was disconnected,

but only six people gained access to this floor with security badges tonight.

And only one of those employees was responsible for dumping the trash

and cleaning the elevators.

Night janitor.

- You got beef with Mr. Garza? - Of course not.

Agent Trent, Agent Mitchell, I thought this might help.

I call it "The box of haters."

Ooh. That'’s cute. Amanda'’s hate mail.

- It all fit in one box? - No. Some of it'’s been archived.

It comes with the job.

Most of it'’s not personal.

Oh, looks like a lot of it is.

- Mr. Garza reported you to HR. - What'’d you do to him?

Have you two forgotten that you'’re here to investigate me being threatened?

He, uh, empties the trash, but leaves the used bag in the can.

Well, I might have raised my voice at the man a time or two.

Hmm. Yeah, I believe that.

Great. Glad that'’s settled.

- It was the janitor. Good work. - Okay.

Well then, Will and I will go talk to Mr. Garza.

Thank you, Caroline.

Well... ...why don'’t I come with you?

The man shouldn'’t have to lose his job over this. You know?

I'’ll chat with him. Apologize. Smooth it over.

You stapled my hand to a desk once.

You gave away my hamster when I was eight.

- She ever apologize to you? - Hell, no.

Not my fault you two can'’t take a joke.

Let'’s go.

You sure you want this guy around after what he did?

I do not understand this new forgiving Amanda.

What are you two on about?

The man was hurt because I yelled at him for not replacing trash bags.

I'’ll just talk to him and clear the air.

- What was that?

Will.

Freeze! GBI!

You think that was Garza?

I mean, it makes sense he'’d run, but--

That man never moved that fast in his life.

That was somebody else who wasn'’t happy to see us coming.

Where'’s Amanda?

Amanda?

I tried to save him, but I couldn'’t.

Garza.

What the hell?

- Automatic, my ass.

Max, Cooper, hurry up!

Dad? I need your help.

Geez, Cooper. Here. How do you manage to do this?

- Ow! - Sorry.

There.

Here you go.

Caps are in right now. Go, Braves.

Max, let'’s go. Breakfast.

Okay.

You want a fork or a ladle? Forgot to run the dishwasher last night.

Seriously?

What about lunch?

Will you sign this permission slip?

Hold on a second, Coop.

Where'’s Mom?

Your mom decided to go away

on a girls trip this weekend, okay?

It'’s Tuesday.

- Angie! - Hey, you. Go, Braves.

What'’s up?

What are you doing here?

Check your phone once in a while.

We caught a high-profile case.

Dad, lunch?

Oh, geez.

Here. Just, um...

- Here. There you go.

Do, uh-- Do Grubhub or something like that.

Pretty sure they don'’t take cash.

Okay. Well, figure it out. Okay?

Let'’s go. Bus. Now.

- Everything okay here? - Yeah.

Hold your sister'’s hand, Max.

I don'’t know how I'’m gonna do this.

- Where is Gina? What'’s going on? - Ah, she'’s... [sighs] ...gone.

- Gone where?

She left a note explaining absolutely nothing

and every time I call, it goes straight to voice mail. So, I don'’t know.

- I thought we were good. - Do the kids know?

Yeah, I told them she was with friends this weekend.

Well, take a personal day. Try to find her.

I-I-- I'’ll call Franklin to see if he wants to roll--

Why? No. I already called everybody I can.

Let'’s just-- Let's work. What'’s the case?

Uh, GBI janitor got killed.

Yeah, that'’s the opposite of high-profile.

Our primary person of interest is Amanda Wagner.

I would have bet money if Amanda ever snapped and killed somebody,

it'’d be you, Trent.

What are you two doing here?

They'’re going to take over

this investigation, Agent Trent.

Edie Reynolds, GBI director.

Excuse me? What do you mean they'’re here to take over?

- Polaski, correct? - Yes, ma'’am.

Heller says you worked your ass off to get back.

And you'’re Michael Ormewood.

It'’s nice to meet you, ma'am.

GBI'’s better already.

- This is our case. - Let'’s talk inside.

I'’d like the room, please.

GBI employee was found dead in the arms of the Deputy Director.

She didn'’t kill Garza.

I don'’t believe she did either, Agent Mitchell,

but we don'’t prove that by having our people poke around in our own house.

APD will conduct the criminal investigation.

GBI will provide whatever support you need, detectives.

Clear?

Mmm.

To be clear, she did say they'’d offer us support, right?

- Shut up. Will-- - I'’m gonna go find Amanda

unless you need my support right this minute.

Uh, what do you think you'’re doing there?

Don'’t be a dick. Just give him a minute.

Multiple lacerations.

Contusions.

Blunt force trauma to the head.

Hmm.

Looks like Garza just made himself a great cup of coffee.

And he let someone in.

- He knew them? - Or her.

An argument escalated.

He tried to escape,

but then he was grabbed from behind,

- then murdered.

The killer must have taken off with the weapon.

Looks like he was hit with some kind of--

Coffee grinder. Every aficionado has one.

His was antique, heavy.

Catch drawer for the grinder is on the counter.

Will, we can-- - I'’m leaving.

Good. Great.

Wagner killed somebody? This is gonna be fun.

You don'’t say her name. And mind your business.

So, Amanda tell you she received several threats?

- She did. - Oh, good.

Now you decide to cooperate with the investigation.

Again, this is not your--

Not my investigation. Got it.

Are you aware that a man ran from the crime scene?

You saw him exit the house?

No, but it was obvious where he--

So a man took off running as soon as law enforcement showed up?

In your experience, does that ever happen, Agent Trent?

Well, in my experience, not unless something wrong is going on.

Why are you impeding my-- this-- whoever'’s investigation?

I am looking for facts.

And to maintain departmental oversight so that this case doesn'’t go to hell.

And I'’m looking for a connection,

to make sure nobody else ends up dead.

Mandy, talk to me.

Is there something?

Years ago, I arrested someone.

Drug charges.

Turns out he was a serial rapist, real bad guy.

Name'’s Chuck Murray. He was recently released,

and he hates me.

Enough to do this?

I don'’t know what his connection to Garza could be,

but yes.

I'’ll have APD pick up Murray.

You stay safe.

If you knew Garza wasn'’t behind this, why'’d you--

I mean, I was just hoping somehow he was.

Anybody but Murray.

If he scares you this much,

why are you still holding back?

Really?

Okay.

There is more to this you'’re not saying,

and you and I both know it.

Listen, Faith.

If you'’ve come over here to chastise me,

I have had enough for today.

Chuckie'’s not here, and even if he was,

I wouldn'’t let him talk to you.

You already ruined his life once.

How so?

Mr. Murray,

what happened?

Atlanta Police Department set their sights on him.

- What do you mean? I know my son.

And when that officer come around talking about Chuckie dealing drugs,

I knew that was a lie.

Do you recall that officer'’s name?

She was a little, bitty thing.

About your height, young lady.

Exceptin'’ she had a bad case of what they call "resting bitch face."

She'’s Black.

Back then, you know, you didn'’t see too many Black lady police officers.

That'’s why I remember. Her name was

Waxman, Wagstaff, something like that.

All right. Uh, we-- Where is Chuck now?

We need to ask him some questions.

I don'’t know. You all need to leave now.

Chuckie'’s been making check-ins with his PO.

He works hauling firewood.

All you need to know. Leave him be.

Let'’s go.

I appreciate what you'’re saying, Mr. Murray,

but I do have some questions.

I'’m leaving my card.

Your height, resting bitch face?

Sounds like Amanda Wagner to me.

Or sounds like a man describing every female cop I know.

Okay, Amanda'’s DNA was confirmed at the house,

on the body, in the carpet fibers, hair strand in his hand--

Let me see that.

Amanda said Garza lunged at her

when she was trying to administer CPR,

so it makes sense that her DNA would be there.

- What about this Chuck Murray? We'’re looking for him.

His father seems to think Amanda hemmed him up in '’95.

Every parent thinks their kid'’s an angel.

You talk to Lee Anne, Garza'’s daughter?

- No. - She recently moved.

She hasn'’t updated her DMV registration yet,

so there'’s no address popping up.

I was really hoping we could talk to her

when she came in to identify the body,

but she hasn'’t been answering Pete'’s calls about that either.

That doesn'’t sound like Lee Anne.

Her dad used to bring her to the APD-AFD softball games when she was a kid.

I dunno. Keep trying.

In the meantime, search Amanda'’s condo.

- Wow, that'’s-- - I know, I know.

But, like the lady said, we'’re doing this by the book.

Okay.

- Any word from Gina? - Not yet.

No, but her sister said she'’d help me out with the kids,

so that'’s something.

At least this might take my mind off it.

See how the other half lives.

Damn. Wow.

When you don'’t have to spend money on a wife, kids, family...

Going to bars.

- Or gambling. - Ha. I got it.

Let'’s just get this over with.

Again, you two are not investigating, right?

I'’m like family. Somebody'’s got to make sure

that the APD isn'’t breaking anything.

I'’m not here at all.

Good.

- No.

What did you find?

- I don'’t think you want to--

You didn'’t see that.

But I did.

What are you hiding from me this time, Amanda?

♪ I don'’t believe In miracles ♪

♪ I don'’t Believe in mira--♪

Girl. Safety pins for life.

Sir, how'’s that ID coming?

Sir, if you don'’t find that ID, I'’m gonna have to ask you to--

You look good, Amanda.

You still think about me?

That night-- Hmm, we got real close.

Give yourself up.

I'’ll go back.

Prison was my library.

Learned a lot.

Made a lot of friends.

We can make that happen.

Let'’s go right now.

You confess what you did to me, and I'’ll turn myself in.

If you don'’t,

I'’ll go on doing to you

exactly what you did to me.

Your choice.

Come on, Gina.

The mailbox you have dialed is full.

What the--

Hey, Polaski?

Why are you tossing her clothes everywhere? What? What is it?

It'’s the murder weapon.

You know I hate doing this, right?

- We'’re gonna find Murray. - I know.

Until we do, you'’re our only person of interest.

So I'’m officially placing you on leave,

pending the investigation into Mr. Garza'’s death.

I'’ll need your gun and badge.

Continue to be cooperative, and this will be resolved quickly.

Of course.

You'’d think she would'’ve been smarter

than to hide the weapon at her own house.

You wouldn'’t recognize a setup if it happened in front of you.

That's not what the evidence says.

And now we all got front-row seats to big, bad Wagner'’s downfall.

Do you want to say that again?

- Oh, look. It'’s the exonerated cop killer. - Yo.

Wagner stood up for you, so now it'’s your turn?

Hey, Amanda didn'’t kill anybody. I was there. Where were you?

- I'’m right here. - Then let'’s go.

Hey, hey, hey. No, hey. - That'’s enough!

Wirth, O'’Hara, take a walk.

Come on, O'’Hara. Out, out.

Wirth, come on.

- Our elevator got keyed too. - Oh, shut up.

Hey. What is that?

Amanda'’s keys.

One day last week, she thought she misplaced them.

The day she was late. She had a nail in her tire.

That'’s how Murray got inside and planted the weapon.

- Yeah, maybe. - Ormewood, you need to go back to Amanda'’s to--

- My case, Will. - Your case.

- But what about surveillance-- - Will, I said I'’m on it.

How close are we to getting the current address for Lee Anne Garza?

Well, she'’s teaching in a different school district,

so that'’s probably why she moved.

They won'’t give me her home address without seeing my badge in person,

- so I'’m heading there now. - All right.

I'’ll let you know when we get the search warrant for Murray'’s.

Meanwhile, we all sit around waiting for Murray to destroy evidence,

maybe plant some more.

How about Will and I just keep doing nothing

until this guy kills Amanda?

- How about you knock it off?

Hey, Mandy.

Doing okay?

As well as I can.

You'’re coming to my house.

No, I'’m not.

We need to talk.

Ma'’am, there are reporters outside your condo.

- Like I said, my house.

Never thought you would have been a Johnny Cash fan.

Oh, I have this one.

♪ Bones have been broken ♪

You'’re planning to interrogate me, aren'’t you?

Is that what'’s happening here?

♪ Cracked it wide open ♪

- Go ahead. - Great.

I looked into Chuck Murray'’s arrest.

Of course you did.

How else am I supposed to solve this?

- Maybe you aren'’t. - Right. That'’s an even better idea.

I'’ll just watch Murray kill another person

while he dismantles your life step by step.

What are you hiding?

Okay. I'’ll keep going.

You took leave of absence from the APD in '’95.

Your last official act was a traffic stop,

yet you issued no ticket.

You took a whole month before you went back to work.

Just around that same time, Murray went away.

Why is he targeting you now?

- L-Leave this alone. - No, I won'’t.

It'’s all connected.

The-The traffic stop, your leave of absence

and everything that'’s happening now.

Tell me what'’s really going on.

I'’ll keep digging. You know I'’m gonna find it anyway.

I-- I tried to call it in.

What I thought was a routine traffic stop

took a bad turn fast.

This was Chuck Murray?

- This was him.

He got violent.

My first thought was,

"This guy must have a warrant."

That wasn'’t it.

Oh, little cop lady'’s showing me some skin.

Ah, you wanna see mine?

Stop please.

Please. I need help.

I didn'’t find any of this.

- Why not? - Because I'’m a cop.

Captain Duke Wagner'’s daughter.

I was up for a promotion,

one I had to doubly earn considering who my father was.

- I don'’t understand. - Of course you don'’t!

I'’m a female cop, Will!

I got overpowered at a traffic stop by a man!

He ripped my uniform!

He almost raped me!

Do you think I could have gone back into the precinct in 1995

and told anybody what happened?

Your father ran the whole precinct.

Well, why-- You didn'’t talk to him?

He told me to hide it.

So I hid it.

And I hated him for it.

Hated myself.

But--

But I didn'’t see any other choices.

Murray wasn'’t just a nightmare.

He was the nightmare.

He'’d target a woman,

puncture her tire with a nail

and then follow her in his car and wait.

Wait for her to--

Wait for her to get a flat tire, so he can beat and rape her.

Three other women that I knew of.

He didn'’t go away for assault.

He did not.

When I went back to work,

I helped build a solid case against him.

Then one of the women he--

She was too afraid to testify,

and the judge threw the whole thing out.

Murray walked.

A few weeks later, they arrested him with 28 grams of coke.

Wait. Twenty-eight grams?

That'’s the exact limit

to escalate a drug possession to intent to sell.

Yeah.

I know.

You didn'’t.

Say you didn'’t.

I most certainly did.

I planted the coke, called the SWAT team.

They busted into his house and took him down like the animal he was.

Murray got 30 years.

How could you?

Planting drugs?

Breaking the law?

There'’s a right way and a wrong way, Amanda!

I own what I did.

I'’ve carried it for 30 years.

Trust me.

It has not been easy.

Yet you still sleep at night.

I sleep knowing I kept him from raping any other women.

Morning.

Absolutely not.

It'’s not up for debate.

I run to clear my head,

not to get into any other conversation you might wanna have.

We don'’t have to talk.

Actually, I'’d prefer it.

But I can'’t let you go alone.

Mitchell.

Polaski.

- I'’m not the enemy here. - Understood.

I didn'’t ask to be put in charge of anything.

Sorry. It'’s just...

...Amanda.

I know.

So, listen, Ormewood got an address

for Lee Anne Garza, the janitor'’s daughter,

and I sent a couple of unis over there to pick her up,

- and it looks like she'’s been taken. - Murray?

That'’s the leverage he had over Garza.

Prints are being run. We'’ll have the warrant to search his house

by the time we get there.

- You'’re technically not on this case-- - Not at all.

Want to not take a ride with me and not take a look at his house?

No. Wouldn'’t dream of it.

- Ormewood coming? - He'’ll meet us there.

I can'’t run in the shadow of your judgment.

I can feel it from here.

Too bad. And I'’m not judging. I'’m trying to help you.

I didn'’t ask for your help.

- Just stop hovering. - Fine.

I'’m sorry.

I'’m sorry for what he did to you.

I'’m sorry...

you went through all of that alone.

But you'’re not alone now.

All right. Now-- Now, you'’re just being stubborn.

Only you can turn an apology into an insult.

You taught me everything I know about this job.

No compromise, no shortcuts.

Planting evidence?

You of all people.

Y'’all wanna judge me and call me a hypocrite,

but none of you will ever walk a day in my shoes.

Who? Who are you talking about?

Men! You, my daddy, Captain Wagner!

All the men I passed over

at the APD and GBI! All of you.

No, you don'’t get to lump me with those other men.

- Will. - What?

It'’s a rifle scope.

Amanda,

do not move.

What is this? I'’m on the job.

Put your hands in the air! Down on the ground!

- What is this? What'’s happening? Get on the ground now!

- I'’m GBI! Right now!

- Put down your weapon! - Step away! Move away!

This is Deputy Director Amanda Wagner of the GBI! Who ordered this?

Got an anonymous call. Female waving a semiautomatic at children in the park.

Call Director Edie Reynolds. It'’s obviously wrong.

Don'’t look at me! Call!

Hey, command. 10-5, relay. We'’ve got...

Well, it'’s obviously not her. This is a mistake.

- Everything'’s 10-4. - Get off me.

Everything'’s 10-4.

♪ You could'’ve had it easier I told you ♪

♪ All the problems that you Didn'’t have to go through ♪

♪ All the exit signs I showed you ♪

♪ But you stayed, you stayed ♪

♪ And I could work My life away ♪

You sure about this?

Hey, Murray can'’t hide forever.

Just give me a little more time.

♪ So let me guard you... ♪

Press conference to confess your sins? I--

Respectfully,

that'’s stupid.

♪ We can look up At the stars ♪

You don'’t have to do it like this.

He robbed me of so much.

♪ Would you look at love ♪

And for a long time, I allowed it.

♪ Would you look at love ♪

I'’m doing this for me, Will.

♪ We can look up At the stars ♪

Never thought I'’d, uh--

I'’d be choosing an outfit for the day I end my career.

You look great.

♪ And I thought that Maybe I should run ♪

Best dressed boss I'’ll ever have.

♪ But he wouldn'’t kiss you Near as much ♪

♪ As you like, you like it ♪

Let'’s go.

♪ But I know It'’s just my stupid...♪

That'’s not weird at all.

- What happened to you? - Oh, you know,

just trying to have a nice polite conversation

with the scumbag who screwed my wife.

He doesn'’t know where Gina is either, but apparently her sister does.

All right, more on that later.

Mr. Murray, turn that music down.

Chuckie says, "Leave the music like it is."

It'’s for the coyotes.

We have a warrant to search the property,

and an arrest warrant for your son.

Mr. Murray, what'’s in there?

It'’s Chuckie's workshop.

I need you to step out and face the wall.

Mr. Murray, step right out, turn and face the wall right here.

Give me hands. Your hands.

What the hell?

- Lee Anne?

We'’re with the GBI. We'’re gonna get you out of here.

Hold on!

Stand back.

We got you. We got you.

We found Lee Anne, and she said she can positively ID Murray.

And Amanda'’s keys were in his work/kidnapper shed.

So you were right, Will. He planted the murder weapon in her condo.

Now we just gotta find him.

Thanks, Ang.

We got him now.

You don'’t have to do this press conference.

I do, Will.

My reasons haven'’t changed.

Oh, my God. Wilbur. Will.

Oh, my God. Will. Wilbur Trent, you answer me.

Will. Oh, no.

No.

There you are.

- Daddy! - Hey, you. There you are.

- Hey.

Hey. Love the enthusiasm, Max.

Hey, why don'’t you, uh, guys go upstairs and get cleaned up, yeah?

We'’re not dirty.

Then go to the backyard and get dirty.

I need to talk to your aunt Nancy.

- I don'’t really have time, Michael. - Just a second.

Pretty sure you know why.

So I spoke to Harris.

- Spoke to? - Where'’s Gina?

I'’m sorry, Michael, but she asked me not to tell you.

I asked you last night.

Nancy, she'’s my wife. The kids are worried.

You need to tell me the truth.

Gina checked herself into a facility. It'’s for mental wellness.

W-Why? Is she depressed?

Why would you lie about that? I could have taken her to a doctor.

- I would'’ve-- - This is exactly why I didn'’t tell you.

- What the hell'’s wrong with that? - She needed space from you.

My sister is going through something serious

she doesn'’t understand herself.

Last thing she needs is you swooping in, trying to have a hero moment.

Yeah, no, no. It'’s way better to just keep me and our kids in the dark,

thinking that something bad happened to her.

This is bad.

You know what I mean, Nancy.

I found pills.

So did I.

Gina said she did research on the Internet,

thought she could self-medicate.

Yeah, that doesn'’t work.

Can I visit her?

I'’ll ask.

Probably not yet.

No.

No, probably not.

Okay.

How long is she gonna be there?

Best thing that you can do is take care of these kids

and make a soft place for her to land when she'’s ready.

Faith.

Faith, can we talk?

Reynolds says I'’m clear. Fully reinstated.

That'’s great.

Uh, why don'’t you come over for dinner? Um, I'’ll spring for a pizza.

You know, I was halfway home when it dawned on me that...

...I misspelled something on a witness statement, so I came back.

That'’s how important this work is for me,

the integrity of the work.

F-Faith, listen--

I know I'’ve made mistakes.

I own that.

We all own it now, don'’t we?

You didn'’t even tell me the truth,

but now it is my responsibility.

I have to hold that, all of us.

Everyone who knows what you did.

They are all gonna cover for you.

But, hey,

you get to keep your job, right?

Congrats on that.

I bet my mom would be really happy to hear it.

Let'’s bring in that new...

Hey, Coop.

Find that snuggle spot.

- There you go.

And your name?

Where'’s mom?

Really?

Guys,

your mom hasn'’t been feeling like herself lately,

so she went somewhere to focus on feeling better.

And she'’s gonna be gone for a little while, okay?

How long?

- Is she mad at us? - Well-- No. God, no.

Guys, this is just-- This is grown-up junk.

Sometimes,

even we don'’t have all the answers.

Your mom'’s just...

going somewhere long enough to take care of herself,

and then she can come back home and be with us again, okay?

And then we'’ll take care of each other

'’cause that's how this family works, yeah?

Do I have to keep wearing baseball caps to school?

I'’ll work on that.

- But she'’s coming back, right? - She is.

Will. Will, can you come here fo--

- Can I just-- - Betty, come. Leave Amanda alone.

- Come on. - Oh, no, it'’s not that. She'’s fine.

Um.

- Will, I just wanna say-- - You should'’ve hung that to dry.

Oh...

...I just left a few things in the wash,

I wanted to get out of here real quick.

- Listen-- - We don'’t need to talk about it.

Will.

- I--

- Trent.

Antonio.

Hi, uh--

No, um--

It-It'’s a good time.

It'’s a lot, you know, getting a voice mail like that out of the blue

from your so-called nephew. Um...

I'’m, um--

I'’m actually in Atlanta.

It'’s pretty crazy, huh?

Oh, that'’d be great.

Yeah, me too.