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Previously on "Will Trent"...

Do your friends know what happened?

Why you're staying with me?

Look, lady, it's like 6:00 in the morning.

Can you chill?

I didn't kill Alice Finney.

Okay. What if I said I believe you?

I can't go back to prison, Angie.

Rape and murder of a 17-year-old girl --

we're not friends.

He's applying for a new job since the Waldorf fired him.

Can he put you down as a reference?

No. Sorry. No.

Will, you have never been anything but very kind to me,

and I appreciate that.

I appreciate you, too.

[ Banging on door ]

[ Reporter speaking indistinctly in earbuds ]

Reporter: Rachel will reach Category 4

by the time it makes landfall,

bringing sustained winds of at least 110 miles per hour,

as it moves north to...

[ Banging on door continues ]

Hey, Esther. [ Cellphone chimes ]

Call 911. [ Safe beeps ]

Esther: [ Automated ] Calling Emergency Services.

[ Phone line ringing ]

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Banging continues ]

Dispatcher: 911, what's your emergency?

I think someone's trying to break into my house.

Okay, I have your address listed as 8833 --

Hang on.

They're moving to the back.

I see them.

Nah, they're headed for the woods.

Okay, sir, we recommend you stay inside and lock your doors.

We'll send a patrol car by to take a look.

Hey! Get out of here! Get --

[ Gunshot ]

[ Roxy Music's "While My Heart Is Still Beating" playing ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪ All of those people everywhere ♪

♪ Ever so needing ♪

♪ Where's it all leading? ♪

♪ Tell me where ♪

♪ Nothing insincere ♪

♪ I'd better ♪

Olson: We were thinking robbery till we found her.

What do you think?

Angie: My guess, abduction and rape.

She escaped his vehicle, came to the house looking for help

and didn't get it. Kept running.

Then he busted in, killed the witness,

and then caught up to her.

What is that?

Her tongue.

Get a team out here looking for the murder weapon.

She okay?

There's a guy, John Shelley,

got 20 years for doing this to his prom date.

He just got out.

Polaski knows him.

♪ Will it never stop bleeding? ♪

♪♪

Well, what I can tell you is male, maybe 40 to 60s. Athletic.

How can you tell that?

Agent Trent?

Alright, give me a second.

Burn rate of the torso suggests low BMI.

X-rays were unremarkable

except for this. It was in his skull.

Probably from a small caliber bullet.

So all we've got is that it's a he,

he was shot in the head,

and somebody stashed his body under the floorboards.

Almost the perfect crime,

if the building hadn't burned down

and AFD hadn't found him.

Any idea how long he'd been there?

Well, his clothes and the conditions

likely compromised rate of decay.

I'm running some very complex tests --

Marion. Um, what an unexpected pleasure.

The fire marshal called me. I have a missing witness,

and since the body was found in the Grove Park Boys territory,

I thought I'd see if I recognized the face.

No face. Nope.

They didn't tell me it was so --

Crispy? Right.

I'm sure we'll find an identity soon,

even without a face or fingerprints

or identifying marks.

I think the feet could be promising.

Notice how they burned at a much slower rate.

Don't say anything.

Merino wool socks.

A-plus.

Oh, are you, uh, you feeling alright?

I'm fine. I'm just a little lightheaded.

I think it's because of the smell.

Oh. Um, well, uh, try this.

Thank you.

You carry a handkerchief.

I do.

Pete, let's go track down those labs.

Sorry about the feet.

La muerta es segura, pero su hora es incierta.

It's what my abuela used to say.

Come fuerte, caca fuerte y no temas a la muerta.

That's what my uncle says. I'm still learning.

Where are your people from?

Puerto Rico.

Me, too. [ Giggles ]

That's --

I'm guessing you didn't grow up with too much Spanish, though,

because, uh, foster kid and all.

You remembered.

Pongo atención.

Oh.

Yo también.

Thank you. Yes.

Uh, no offense to you,

but I would very much so like to not be in this room anymore.

Oh, Oh, no. Uh, of course.

Um, we'll get you the identity as soon as we find out.

Thanks, Mr. Trent.

Huh. She's Puerto Rican.

[ Heavy hip-hop music playing ]

Let's never come back here again.

Yeah. Would've been nice for John to have left some DNA

behind at the scene, save us the trip to Diddler Towers.

Atlanta Police Department.

John Shelley, as a parolee,

we have the legal right to enter your premises without a warrant.

[ Siren wails in distance ]

[ Bug crunches ] Ugh.

God, this place reeks of serial killer.

How'd you not smell it on him?

The mustache alone is a big red flag.

Nope. What do you think he keeps in the cooler?

Clothes.

Obviously.

Hey.

How much you want to bet these match

the boot print on that door?

Where is this asshole?

APD. Whosever in there needs to come out.

John: [ Muffled ] Just a second.

John?

John Shelley, open this door.

I can explain.

John: I've done nothing wrong.

If anything, this shows a pattern of harassment.

Relax. Okay?

We're just waiting for the test results to come back.

I told you, it's cow's blood from work.

You kill them and chop them up.

I lost my other job, after I was handcuffed

and thrown into the back of a cop car for doing nothing.

For concealing information. For trying to help someone.

Do you drive, John?

Do you have a car? The conditions of my parole

don't allow me to have a license.

That's not really an answer.

Speaking of your parole,

I read the statement you made at your hearing.

You admitted that you broke into Alice Finney's bedroom

after prom, forced yourself on her.

And when you came down from the drugs you were on,

you realized what you had done,

so you killed her to make it look like a psychopath did it.

But there was no psychopath.

Only you.

Why are you showing me that?

I don't know who that is.

That's Peggy Higgins.

Our M.E. compared her autopsy to Alice's,

and he said, what was it?

An abundance of confidence.

He said he has an abundance of confidence

that the same person did this.

The same person beat them,

raped them, cut out their tongues.

I didn't kill Alice!

Okay? I didn't kill anyone.

That's not what you told the parole board.

I had to!

My mother was dying. The only way they would let me out

is if I expressed remorse.

Where did you get that? That's mine.

So she died two days before you got out.

That must have made you angry.

All that anger building, building.

What sets you off,

when the girls laugh at you, when they tell you no?

I didn't kill anyone! Why won't you listen?!

There you are. I want a lawyer.

Mm, I think there's more you want to say to me.

Interview's over. ADA Markovi here is throwing a flag.

He was breaking. We had him.

The subject requested a lawyer. And in my opinion,

you pulled him without any real articulable suspicion.

He was covered in blood.

Why is the DA's office making it their business?

I called him in.

I'm not here to be the bad guy.

We all want a clean case, yeah? If Mr. Shelley is responsible --

If?

Let's get him the right way, with the basics --

a witness, the murder weapon, a link to the victim.

Give me real evidence, and I'll personally make sure

he goes away for good.

I feel very reassured.

Excuse me.

Look, Hexagon test came back.

Blood on the clothes is not human.

Hand him off to his parole officer.

Hey, Cap.

Is this how it's gonna be?

You guys looking over my shoulder all the time?

Listen, just stick to the basics, kid.

Elias: I don't know anything about a body in the floor.

I-I just bought the place a year ago,

and now it's -- it's all gone.

You familiar with a street gang named the Grove Park Boys?

[ Sighs ]

I don't know how the fire started.

Well, that's interesting, Elias,

because that's not what I asked you.

Can you tell us who else had access to your shop after hours?

I'm the only one with a key.

What's got you so scared?

Nothing. I'm not scared. I'm stressed.

And if you were listening,

you'd know that my entire life just burned down.

This is all I have, right?

It's...my father's.

Faith: I know you see this stack of papers in front of you. Will: I know you heard what I heard in that room.

Did you skip breakfast? Don't you dare.

I don't see the problem. It's dozens of names.

I am not gonna do your grunt work. Elias Baidwan is hiding something,

and we just gotta go where the trail takes us.

Excuse me! They can hear you all the way in Tallahassee.

Well, Agent Mitchell and I

were just discussing next steps on our case.

The burnt jerky man?

We still don't have an ID, but Pete determined

he's been under the floor for longer than a year,

which means that the current owner, Elias Baidwan,

is no longer a suspect.

It also means that it can't be the ADA's missing witness,

yet Will wants to pivot --

Elias Baidwan clearly knows something about the fire.

The body is our case, not the fire.

Faith is right. Send your concerns to the fire marshal

and focus on getting an ID.

[ Cellphone dings ]

[ Sighs ] It's Sunny.

Checking on my ETA for the second time today.

I don't know why I have to account

for my every minute with this girl.

We have a schedule.

She's up to no good and doesn't want you home to see it.

Oh, she knows better than to try me.

I'm sure it's the first time

a teenager never tested their limits.

Wait, w-what did you mean "no good"?

Canoodling. Looking for the keys to the liquor cabinet.

Trying on your clothes.

Caroline, get my coat!

Okay. I apologize for raising my voice.

I get it. You're personally invested.

What does that mean?

Hmm?

[ Sighs ] Whatever. Hey, what was that thing

you and Pete were saying about the feet?

Oh, um, Smartwool socks. You know, Merino wool.

It's fire resistant, but it will -- Hikers wear it, right?

You think that's our guy?

Cedric Breaffy owned the building before Elias.

He went missing two years ago, but his body was never found.

Well, maybe we just found it.

Sunny: Oh. Rafael: No, I got a better one.

"Spaghetti" me that spatula.

That doesn't even make sense.

"Impastable. Impastable."

Okay, ready? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

What do you call pasta that can give you three wishes?

Pasta that gives what, a --

You said 6:45.

He can't make it Thursday. He has to be downtown.

So I invited him over.

I need to have a word with your father.

Mm. Mind the garlic for me.

You said this was my house, too.

I don't recall saying that.

You are in my home.

I meant no disrespect. Sunny said she asked you.

You are the adult, who signed a legal agreement.

It's a force of habit.

Penelope was always fine with me dropping by

to check on my daughter.

I am not her!

I'm the deputy director of the GBI.

You could have been followed.

I know my business.

I should be a part of this conversation.

You lost that right when you broke the rules!

It's my life.

[ Smoke alarm beeping ]

Unh-unh-unh! Sit back there --

Stay back. Stay back.

[ Beeping stops ]

It's time for your father to go.

Dad.

Go do your homework.

I'll talk to DFCS

and have them move Thursday's location closer to downtown.

To my office.

I got business.

If you can't stick to the rules we agreed upon,

this arrangement ends.

You wouldn't do that to her.

Oh, let's be clear. I wouldn't be the one doing it.

Martha: I spent half the day

running around Atlanta looking for him,

because someone forgot to tell me he got pulled in.

One call, and I could have told you

he had nothing to do with it.

John, were you at work last night? Yes, Ms. Lam.

Have you ever been late or missed a shift? No, Ms. Lam.

What happens if you step even one inch out of line?

I go back to prison.

Time sheets, drug tests, my reports.

It insults me when you suggest one of my guys

is up to something that I don't know about.

All due respect, this isn't about your ego.

We're trying to solve a murder.

Angie: People can get into all kinds of trouble

when we're not looking.

What?

I'm just surprised that someone like you

has no faith in second chances.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

The news said mutilated. What does that mean?

Well, I can't tell you that, but what I can say

is that we need to find the guy who did this to her.

Peggy talked a lot about the guy with the P.O. box next to hers.

I know, who keeps a P.O. box?

She said it was so an ex-boyfriend

wouldn't know where she lived.

I mean, she was pretty,

but she wasn't, like, "Oh, my God."

I'm terrible for saying that. I'm so sorry.

What can you tell me about the P.O. box guy?

He was always bothering her, asking her out.

We were on our way back from lunch one time,

and she asked me to go in there with her because he was there.

You saw him? Mm.

Can you describe him?

Skeevy.

Like -- I mean like tall, short, bald? Mustache?

I'm really bad with that stuff.

Maybe facial hair?

Would you be willing to come into the station tomorrow

to look at a photo lineup?

Yeah. Yes. Of course.

I have to get back to it.

Yeah, no, thank you very much.

Angie: [ Recorded ] Polaski. [ Beep ]

Hi. It's Michael Ormewood,

your partner, at the hospital?

Just got done interviewing Peggy's coworkers. Alone.

Just wondering where you are, why you're ignoring my text.

So, be great if you could give me a call back.

Faith: Pete was able to confirm that our Mr. Crispy was,

in fact, missing hiker Cedric Breaffy.

The former building owner.

This is his wife, Meadow, and his best friend, Dax Mason.

Cedric owned a wine shop. He traveled overseas a lot.

Two years ago, he goes missing,

supposedly on a solo hiking trip.

These two grieve for exactly six months

before getting together.

Well, that was fast.

Yeah, well, hold on to your Fendi,

because it was even faster than that.

I tracked Dax's movements before the disappearance,

found a pattern for when he was using a gas station

near Meadow's house.

I bet all the dates were when the husband was out of town.

Hmm. Wife and best friend fall in love, kill the husband,

then stage his disappearance.

Bring them in for question.

Polaski!

Officer Lam, it's Detective Polaski

with a question about John Shelley. Again.

Maybe this is why we don't call.

Where the hell have you been?

I was tailing John.

Heller said to lay off of him. Why didn't you tell me?

I just --

I can't make the same mistake twice.

It's not the same thing, Angie.

Anyway, I think it was worth it,

because he spent half the day watching this mailbox place.

I-I thought he was waiting for someone,

but I was wrong because --

Wait, mailbox place, like with P.O. boxes?

Yeah, let me finish. He goes in, right? Finally,

says he lost his key, shows his ID,

and empties the box. Here's what I can't figure.

The box was opened years ago, when John was still in prison.

Right? And he didn't list it with the parole office.

So this --

It feels like something. Right?

Oh, yeah. It's definitely something.

Peggy Higgins has a P.O. box at the same address,

P.O. box 849.

Right next to John's. 850.

That connects him to the victim.

Son of a bitch lied to us.

A part of me still hoped that he'd find his way home.

How could this have happened?

I'm hoping you can help me work that out.

Walk me through the last time you saw him.

Sure. Uh, the shop was closed.

They were fumigating. Termites, I think.

Cedric used it as an excuse to get on the trail.

That's how he was.

If he wasn't at a vineyard, he was on a mountain somewhere.

I didn't mind.

It made him happy.

I dropped him off at the trail head,

and then I was gonna pick him up a few days later.

He sent me a photo of the sunset

the first night. Then nothing.

Well, that's strange.

He's usually in his photos.

They think he may have gotten hurt, then disoriented.

They called off the search after two weeks.

I spent a fortune on a team to keep looking.

It was tearing her apart.

I tried to help her accept that he was gone.

We sort of just happened.

[ Chuckles ]

I wasn't expecting to fall in love.

Whose idea was it to sell the shop?

Dax was against it.

It was the one thing he wanted me to hold on to.

I figured it was a good investment.

I spent so much on trying to find Cedric

that I needed the money.

I got really lucky. The buyer even paid in cash.

Elias Baidwan, the buyer, he paid in cash?

Faith: This slug was found in Cedric's brainstem.

When we searched the scene, we found its casing.

Will: It's a .22 caliber long rifle round.

We don't usually find these in murders.

They're mostly used for competitive target shooting.

Target shooting?

Faith: According to your social media,

you hold several titles in that.

Will: Cedric never made it to that trail.

[ Dax sighs ]

Meadow had nothing to do with it.

I couldn't stand watching him just ignore her

when I knew I could make her happy.

And we have been.

We've been so happy.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

They might have gone on another 30 years

in perfect bliss if it hadn't been for that fire.

Mm, that reminds me. Uh...

AFD delivered this to my office by mistake.

Mm. Still looking to do extra credit for a certain ADA?

I am being thorough.

Will, it is okay.

What?

It's okay to be interested in her.

It's also okay to have thoughts and not say them.

Fine.

Thank you.

It says that two other businesses

burned down in the Grove Park Boys territory

in the past month.

Oh, I thought our case was the body, not the fire.

I remember saying the body and then the fire.

Cedric's widow said Elias bought the building in cash.

He never had a balance over four digits.

No assets, no loans.

So where'd he get the money?

Where, indeed?

The hell? Excuse you.

You're the one crowding the stairs, asshole.

Yeah, don't you have a playground to go stalk?

What did you say to me? You say I look at children?

Aah! Come on, man!

Aah! I'm gonna sue your ass!

You people come in here, think you can do whatever you want!

John Shelley, stay where you are.

It's not mine!

Burly: [ Grunting ] Ow! Ow!

Go, go!

Help me. Help me.

[ Both grunting ]

Oh, gah, that's evidence.

[ Both yelling ]

[ Glass breaking ]

[ Thud ]

John, stop right there, or I'll shoot.

Someone else is doing this.

If you move, I'll put one in your chest.

Just -- I won't go back to prison.

It's not up to you.

Where did you find time to do this?

Well, it's just a working theory.

Faith helped, too.

From what I see, it looks like a loan sharking scheme.

Do you think that Lincoln Spelling loaned out cash

to these small businesses, and then

someone took it over after he died?

Seems like it.

And whenever they didn't pay the new guy,

their places were torched.

I mean, whoever did this is probably positioning themselves

to take over the Grove Park Boys.

There's only one name that comes to my mind.

You think your old friend Rafael?

But I've got nothing to confirm it.

I'd like to lean on Elias Baidwan.

Let me.

I've been told that I have a gift for wearing a man down.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

That scar on your neck --

Oh. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to --

No.

It's, uh --

You surprised me, is all.

I apologize.

It's none of my business.

Sometimes I just forget that we just met.

Have dinner with me.

Yeah.

When?

Tonight.

I'll cook.

Maybe a salmon.

"Maybe a salmon" is my favorite.

Well, um,

I suppose this concludes our business.

Thank you, ADA Alba.

Thank you, Special Agent Trent.

I don't know where John is.

I haven't seen him since he came to my office.

He did? Why didn't you tell me?

When was this? A few weeks ago.

Uh, he was asking about getting a car.

He wanted to know about credit reports or something.

Did you help him?

I've spent the last two decades

trying to forget I'm John Shelley's sister.

I told him to leave.

Are we in any danger? Why would you ask that?

Because he's a monster, and I testified against him.

You knew Alice Finney?

Not really. We were all in school together.

But I saw how John changed.

He became erratic and violent.

Drugs can destroy a person.

I need you to take these.

My mom took notes on everything

from the moment John was arrested.

I didn't know you still had those.

Honey, the police don't want them.

You don't want them. It's nonsense, conspiracy theories.

Look, she kept hoping she could find a way to get him back.

And it slowly killed her. Please take them.

I couldn't throw them away, but I can't keep them.

Okay. They could be helpful in finding John.

Did you try Carver?

John's cellmate?

Yeah. When I told him to leave,

he said he'd go ask Carver.

Don't let my youthful visage fool you.

I am advanced in my years.

My memory is unreliable.

Alright, you can skip the runaround.

We're willing to trade for information.

I'm delighted to see you've done your research.

Better a candy in my mouth than a piece of you.

Oh, I can really see why you and John were so close.

That peppermint stick for a tidbit, perhaps?

I've not been allowed a sweet for a very long time.

Mmm.

When John came to see you, what did you discuss?

Oh, the weather.

The mail.

You.

You're that security guard.

You broke his tender little heart.

It's, um...Angela,

correct?

We heard he was looking for a car.

Mm, um, I remember him saying

that his new job was awfully hard to get to.

[ Sighs ]

You can have the whole bag.

Okay?

I let him borrow my mother's car.

Beulah Carver.

I'll call in a BOLO.

[ Buzzer, door opens ]

Angie: We need to find him.

Where would he go? Where would he hide?

Oh, Precious,

you are asking all the wrong questions.

Why not ask yourself, sweet Angela,

how a man who went to prison at age 17

can have a credit score of 710?

Aah! Ormewood: Door! Open the door!

You alright?

Yeah. Y'all come back soon!

[ Chuckling ]

[ Brandon Combs' "Tears" playing ]

♪ Oh, my baby ♪

[ Chuckling ] Maybe next time.

[ Betty barks ]

I think Betty's wondering where her salmon is.

Betty, girl, I taught you better than to beg.

Now, come on. Well, I don't blame her.

I mean, dinner was the best I've had in a very long time.

Well, thank you. Mm-hmm.

You know, I have been trying to track down Elias Baidwan,

and it is like he has vanished from the face of the earth.

Sorry, sorry. No business.

It's just hard for me to turn off

that part of my brain sometimes.

I understand that completely.

I have a hard time of that myself.

[ Laughs ]

What?

Oh, just.

What is it?

I just haven't done this in a long time.

And I just had the impulse to whip out

my patented summer-camp, "flirt with your crush" move.

Please, do share. Okay.

Have you ever had your palm read?

Oh. Oh, you're smooth. Okay.

Shh! Okay.

Focus. I have to concentrate.

Okay. Okay.

You see here, this is your lifeline.

It is strong and steady.

You have gone through a lot,

but you keep moving forward.

How am I doing?

I'm in. I'm a believer.

And here's your heart line.

It's deep, but very guarded.

You see all these crosses?

It means that you have a lot of wounds.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Alright.

How about your palm, huh?

What's this palm got to say?

Ah, it's mostly about cats. [ Both chuckle ]

But if you look closely, this right here means

that I am going to kiss a very, very sexy man.

Really?

So I'm going to go -- I'm gonna go find him.

Oh. Mm-hmm.

Really? Yeah.

♪ Happy again ♪

♪ Hear my cry ♪

♪ Ease my pain ♪

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

Ooh, wow.

Yeah.

I'm sorry. I meant the storm.

Oh, really? Okay.

And us.

But I should, um --

Yeah, I should probably get going before it gets worse.

♪ Going gets rough ♪

♪ Come back, come back, come back ♪

Gracias por la cena.

Con mucho gusto.

♪ Happy again ♪

♪ Hear my cry, please, my king ♪

Buenas noches.

Buenas noches.

Tell Gross and Smith they're approved to work from home.

Oh, and can you stay late? I mean, is that a problem?

Ma'am, if you're here, I'm here.

Okay, great.

Wow.

Hey. Hey, look at me.

If you want to be mad at me, be mad at me.

But that woman has my back,

and she's not due an unkind word from anyone, you hear?

[ Thunder crashes ]

He's not coming. Of course he is.

It's just the rain. Or he's making a point.

I'm never gonna see him anymore.

That's absolutely not true.

Why can't I see him at our house?

Because it's my house. And if this is going to work,

we need to stick to the rules we agreed on.

Okay, forcing him to walk through a building full of cops

to see me is not one of the rules.

You're all the same.

I don't know who you're talking about,

but this is about respect.

Respect for me, your father, and what we're trying to do for you.

Do you understand?

Anyway, he's not coming.

Well, I disagree.

[ Video game beeping ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

"On our way to Piney Grove. See you when we get back."

Ormewood: Hey, traffic cam in Belvedere Park

caught sight of the car John's using.

We ordered a sweep. They'll yell if they spot anything.

Good.

Carver was a mail carrier in both states.

Maybe they were sent by a friend.

I sent John's sheet to the locals just in case.

You get started on the notebooks?

Yeah, it's pretty heartbreaking.

She really believed he didn't do it.

Yeah, well, no one wants to believe it's their kid,

but it's always someone's kid.

Oh, I checked on John's credit score.

It is very high, just like Carver said.

It's probably some prison scam.

Yeah, but why tell us about it?

Well, Carver likes to eat people.

He's a complicated guy.

Okay. Just for a moment, let us consider,

if someone did put the murder weapon

and the tongue in the cooler, it's the first place we'd look.

Of course he's gonna say somebody put it there,

just like he said he didn't kill Alice, but he did.

And that tongue means he's got another victim.

Wait, 30032.

That's Belvedere Park, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

[ Thunder crashes ]

It's an address, 1854 --

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Piney Grove, 30032.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Ah, bro, you could have warned me

where Amanda Wagner likes to keep her grip.

You see how I turned out.

Glad you dressed for the occasion.

Hey, if I'm gonna be seen in here, let me be seen.

Hmm.

[ Chuckles ]

Now, that...

That is nice.

Vintage?

Mm-hmm. Early '80s.

You know I'm a sucker for pieces with a history.

Mm.

Too much?

Oh, like you always say, more is more.

I got Sunny waiting.

[ Thunder rumbling, rain pattering ]

John: I won't go back.

I won't go back.

John, show me your hands.

I won't go back.

I won't go back.

I won't go back.

[ Buzzer ]

Thanks. [ Clears throat ]

Hey, John.

I've been reading your mom's notebooks.

Sharp lady. Lots of good questions.

Leave me alone.

Believe me, I'd like to, but I feel like I owe it to her

to ask you about something Carver said.

Why do you have a credit score of 710?

How did you open a P.O. box while you were still in prison?

Why is there a house on Piney Grove in your name?

I don't know. Well, you know something.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

John, I'm here to listen. You gotta help me out.

I went to buy my sister a gift.

They said I could put it on a store card

because I had such good credit.

I knew that wasn't right.

So you went to ask your sister about it.

She wouldn't talk to you. You went to Carver.

He guessed someone was using my identity

to hide money or hide themselves.

He said he'd look into it through his contacts.

That's when it all started happening again.

Like with Alice.

Someone put that knife in my cooler and killed Ms. Lam.

Do you know who?

No. That's why I went to the P.O. box and to the house.

I wasn't running. I was trying to find them.

It's quite a story.

It doesn't matter.

[ Sighs ] I'm the guy.

That's the story everyone wants to believe.

It was nice to get to know you, Angie.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

You can't file charges against John Shelley yet.

Detective Polaski, we're at a meeting.

Yeah, I-I understand. This is urgent.

Yeah, I-I can -- I can wait.

Alright, I think we might be wrong

about the John Shelley case.

He was found with a body and the murder weapon.

Two days ago, you were trying to get him to confess.

Yeah. Do you have another suspect?

No, but I have a witness coming in,

and I think that she could lead us somewhere.

"Might" and "could" are words for the defense.

The case is there.

Yeah, Freddy has an excellent record.

No one asked you. Um --

Captain Heller brought me in to supervise

because of your questionable judgment.

You don't need to worry. It's a solid case.

I filed a few hours ago.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

Uh, Detective Polaski said it was urgent.

Yeah, she actually had to step out for a minute.

You want a coffee?

Please, yeah, and one for Kenan, too.

He's on his way up. Mm-hmm.

Is it always this empty?

Emergency calls. Full moons and hurricanes.

Hey, uh...

I have a case I want you to look at.

It's time sensitive.

This guy went away for a murder he didn't commit,

and I think it's about to happen again.

John Shelley.

Yeah. How do you know about that?

Angie, what are you doing?

Will, how do you know about that?

Are you watching over my shoulder, too?

Marion called. She was concerned.

Oh, my God.

Of course. It's not a conspiracy.

We're trying to look out for you.

It's "we" now. Wow.

I get double the self-righteous grandstanding.

This isn't personal.

It is, though.

Yeah, it is. Do you know what it takes

for me to walk into that precinct every day?

I'm killing myself over this case.

Why didn't I smell it on this guy?

I've been around predators my entire life.

Mom made sure of that.

Why did I miss this?

You know why? Because it isn't him.

Maybe that was a little much.

I thought there was a certain emphatic punch to it.

[ Chuckles ]

Will, someone took 20 years from this guy.

And I saw the look on his face.

He won't make it to County alive.

Someone set him up, and the answer is in there.

If you've ever believed in me, even once --

Let's start from the beginning.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Car alarm chirps ]

It's you.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Mia screams ]

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