ABIGAIL: You're a liar. I think you enjoyed it.
I don't believe one word that comes out of your mouth, Paul.
PAUL: Abigail! Wait, what? What did you say?
I've gotten, like, three phone calls --
That maybe you shouldn't have banged our personal trainer.
Calm down.
I mean, do you realize you're stirring up
-a lot of trouble for me? -ABIGAIL: I want out.
Today. Don't come home.
PAUL: And what are you gonna tell Emma, huh?
That her father can't keep it in his pants.
No, no, no. Listen to me.
You are not going to use our daughter as a weapon.
Don't test me. If you want this to get ugly,
-I can make this ugly. -Paul, shut up.
-PAUL: What? -Somebody broke into the house.
Don't go in. Go back to your car.
I'm -- I'm calling the police.
Do not go in! Do not!
-What about Emma? -PAUL: Go sit in your car.
Abigail, for once in your life, just listen to me.
Abigail! Listen to me!
Go back to your car.
(fading) Abigail!
Emma...
♪♪
Emma?
♪♪
No! No!
(screaming)
(grunting)
(screams)
(choking)
♪♪
Ah!
♪♪
(grunts, shouts)
(shrieks)
♪♪
(shouts)
(both grunting)
♪♪
(shrieking)
(choking)
♪♪
(screams)
(choking)
♪♪
(choking stops)
ABIGAIL: (sobbing)
(sirens wailing in distance)
♪♪
WOMAN: Name?
-Special Agent Will Trent. -Ooh. Fancy.
See, I wouldn't have guessed that.
WOMAN: I would have said professor.
WILL: Why is there a form? My neighbor died three days ago.
This dog was tied up in her backyard.
-I'm just dropping her off. -Just dropping her?
Like a sack of old clothes?
You folks work with animals 'cause you don't get along
with people? I rescued a dog.
That's universally accepted as a good deed.
Special Agent Trent wants a parade.
No, I don't want a parade.
I just want to get on with my day.
You folks rehome animals, so...
rehome.
Tag says her name is Betty.
You think she's named after Betty White?
-I have no idea. -WOMAN: Uh, wait!
W-- W-- We need your signature on the release.
Just take her. Y-You seem nice.
WILL: Tolerant is not the same as nice.
Where do I sign?
Oh, there is tons of articles about you.
You just brought down a bunch of corrupt cops.
Fight the power, man.
-That's kind of hot. -WILL: It's really not.
Very unpopular position to take, actually.
-Are we good? -And your initials.
Uh, maybe your wife could look after her?
-Not married. -Girlfriend?
Boyfriend?
It's just me, okay? I-I've done my duty.
Thank you for whatever this was.
This is a no-kill shelter, right?
TEENAGER: I mean, mostly.
(dog whimpers)
♪♪
♪ Well, you come upstairs, but not to talk ♪
♪ You stay a little while ♪
♪ Then you do a little walk on home ♪
♪♪
♪ Well, I don't care, can't pay attention ♪
♪ And I don't give a damn about your intentions at all ♪
♪♪
♪ Ooh-whee! ♪
♪♪
♪ Well, pass me the whiskey, pass me the gin ♪
♪ Pass me whatever there's drink left in ♪
♪♪
♪ Well, I don't care if it's seven in... ♪
(music stops)
What's up with the dog? And what happened to your car?
(sighs)
This is Betty. I'm adopting her.
As you can see, I'm overjoyed about it.
And I think it's pretty clear to see that my car was vandalized.
That's what you get for turning on your own.
You assigned me that case.
You could've said no.
What are you doing here?
APD caught a body. Get in.
Gotta put the dog in the house.
Why is the Georgia Bureau of Investigation
getting involved in a homicide?
We're here as a courtesy.
Murdered teenage girl.
Home invasion in Ansley Park.
So unless there's evidence of a contract killing,
we leave it to the APD, and we get the hell out.
Courtesy? A courtesy to who?
Victim's grandfather is a billionaire named Hoyt Bentley.
He called the governor, who then called me.
Oh, the governor. That's right.
You have an unreasonable boss, too.
I told him I'd bring my best.
I just need you to read the crime scene, Will.
Yes, ma'am.
You feel that?
What?
All that hatred for you?
It's like heat.
Wish we could harness it.
Solve climate change.
Hey, walk past the cameras so the governor sees you.
(police radio chatter)
♪♪
OFFICER: Heads up. The GBI's here.
OFFICER #2: Get lost, rat.
OFFICER #3: Scumbags.
(indistinct conversations)
♪♪
WILL: Morning, fellas.
How's it going, rat punk?
Come on, Trent. Doesn't take a genius.
They broke the window, unlocked the door.
♪♪
Special Agent Trent, case notes.
Home invasion point of entry -- front door.
Method of access -- absolutely 100%
not what the APD has concluded.
♪♪
(sighs)
LEO: The hell is the GBI doing here?
Assessing the situation.
The situation is there's a bunch of uniforms outside
plotting your murder. Look at you.
Always with the three-piece suit,
like every day's your wedding day.
Or my funeral.
LEO: (laughing) Hey, a joke. I like it.
Throw in a smile, you might make some friends.
This one's pretty self-explanatory.
Atlanta PD's got it covered.
-WILL: Who's this? -LEO: The perp.
-WILL: And this? -LEO: The daughter's footprint.
Body's upstairs. It's a real mess up there.
You don't want to get involved.
Why don't you just take me through it,
and I'll get out your hair?
Mom comes home from tennis, door's open.
Window next to the door knob's smashed.
She goes upstairs, sees her daughter,
probably raped, definitely murdered,
the perp standing over her with a knife.
Perp sets his sights on mom -- who's smoking hot by the way --
a big, dirty fight ensues, but all that pilates pays off
because mom ends up strangling him to death.
I know, surprise ending.
Anyway, the case is solved, and there's your do-er.
-WILL: 'Kay. You ID him yet? -Waiting for the M.E.
How big's the mother?
I dunno, rich white lady size.
Hundred pounds soaking wet.
Probably carries her intestines around in her purse.
How's she the one who walks away?
Adrenaline.
You know, when the mom lifts the car off the baby?
I got an answer for everything.
Boom!
Great. We're good to go.
Thank you very much. Case closed!
Except...
broken window's too far away to reach the doorknob.
Can you explain that?
♪♪
Think on it for a minute. Get back to me.
Where's the mother?
Giving a statement to my partner, Faith.
Well, is there anyone we can call for you
or somewhere you could go?
I don't want to leave while my daughter's here.
-I can't. I need to -- -I would feel the same way.
I am so sorry for your loss.
Mrs. Campano, this is Eric.
He's an EMT.
He's gonna check you out for a concussion, okay?
(birds chirping)
ERIC: Thanks, Detective.
Hi, Mrs. Campano.
What is he doing here?
AMANDA: Who do you think you're talking to?
I didn't know the GBI was here.
Why'd you bring your Do Boy?
Watch the tone. We're here to check your work.
"Cutting class started when she made friends
with Kayla Alexander."
Oh, yeah? Who's Kayla Alexander?
Read it for yourself.
Did you write that with your feet?
Read it to me.
LEO: "Emma and Kayla were inseparable.
Her father never liked Kayla."
Where is the father?
Should be here in a minute.
He's Paul Campano, the car guy.
♪♪
I thought the last name was Bentley.
Bentley's the mom's name.
Paul Campano is her husband.
You know, the guy who does all those dumb commercials?
He should've taken her name.
Paul Bentley, the car dealer -- it was just sitting there!
♪♪
What's the matter?
You know him?
AMANDA: Let's go participate, shall we?
I don't have a thing to say to that man.
Hey. When you have my job, you can hold grudges.
Until then, nobody wants to hear you bitch.
Agent Trent, this is Detective Faith Mitchell.
When you were in school, did you cut class by yourself?
Isn't that something girls do with friends?
I never cut class.
Wait. You think --
♪♪
WILL: Two pairs of shoes.
I'll see if they're the same size.
AMANDA: What are you thinking?
I don't know yet, but something's not right.
PAUL: I want everybody off my property!
-Where's my wife?! Abigail! -OFFICER: Sir, you cannot
-come in here. -PAUL: Abigail!
-OFFICER: This is a crime scene. -Paul.
PAUL: You can't stop me from seeing my daughter, Emma!
-This is my house! -LEO: Mr. Campano,
there's an active crime scene. We need you to wait outside.
-PAUL: Who are you? -WILL: I'll take him up.
It's not your case, Trent.
Special Agent Will Trent, Georgia Bureau of Investigation.
You're gonna need a set of these.
♪♪
Follow me.
♪♪
Oh.
♪♪
(crying)
♪♪
Emma used to say that I was her best friend.
Straight A's. Uh...
♪♪
Sh-She never would've cut school
until that girl showed up.
-Who is that, Kayla? -PAUL: Yeah.
Emma idolized her.
They dressed alike, navel piercings.
I mean, 16 years old.
♪♪
(sniffles)
You're Trashcan, right?
♪♪
(scoffs)
It's been a while.
We called you that because they found you in a trash can?
It was actually a dumpster.
Trashcan had a better ring, I guess.
♪♪
Paul, I'm gonna need you to ID the body.
♪♪
It's not her.
-Are you sure? -That's Kayla!
Emma has a birthmark on her wrist on her right arm.
Abigail! It's not Emma!
-What? -What is happening?
LEO: No, no, no, the mom told me herself.
I walked in the door. She says, "My daughter's been killed."
You wouldn't let me go upstairs!
LEO: It's protocol!
-Am I wrong here? -WILL: Everybody shut up!
Mom, I need you to tell me
exactly what the intruder did when you arrived home.
Don't talk to my wife, Trashcan.
We need to call Emma's school.
Emma's not at school, Paul.
She was here with Kayla. Tell me.
He was holding a knife above
who I thought was Emma. And he -- And he came at me and --
And was the knife by his side
or was he threatening you with it?
ABIGAIL: Oh, God. He was coming toward me, and he --
Was the knife raised?
ABIGAIL: I think he tripped and he was trying to catch his fall,
but then he pushed me down the stairs.
WILL: You were pushed or you fell?
-ABIGAIL: I don't know. -Did he say anything?
Just noises, like he was on drugs, or --
Or injured.
(grunting)
♪♪
WILL: It's a knife wound.
-WILL: Deep. -I didn't stab him.
The killer -- the one who murdered Kayla -- stabbed him.
He pulled the knife out his own collapsed lung.
That's why he couldn't talk.
He was drowning in his own blood.
-ABIGAIL: And then I killed him. -Abigail, stop talking.
ABIGAIL: He was innocent! He was defending the girls!
Okay, then. Where the hell is Emma?!
♪♪
WILL: That's your daughter's footprint there, Paul.
It's pointed the wrong way because your daughter
was carried out the house. (sighs)
Put out an Amber Alert.
This is a kidnapping.
♪ Hey, don't you worry ♪
♪ I've been lied to ♪
(bell dings)
Double homicide and a kidnapping.
♪ Many times before ♪
That's a lot for a Monday.
Well, that's not your problem, Detective.
You going to your meetings?
Is that Paul Campano?
GBI's stepping in, capes and all, to save the day.
I asked you if you were going to your meetings.
-Who caught it at GBI? -FRANKLIN: Who do you think?
Trent.
Hey, drug addict.
Look, somebody else is gon' find that girl,
'cause let's be real -- you've been undercover
for two months, and today, you're the only cop at APD
who's got bigger fish to fry.
-So answer the question. -Oh, my God. Okay. Yes.
I'm doing a meeting a day.
I am making my stupid bed in the morning.
I'm extremely sober.
I have perfect mental clarity as I stay away
from anything remotely fun.
But are drugs really fun?
Mm. That's why people do them.
Mnh. What about waking up in strangers' beds?
-Is that fun? -Depends on the stranger.
That's you. I didn't want to come here.
And because I might die today.
That's right.
You wanna walk me through it?
(clears throat)
I've been making small buys at this fent shop in Polar Rock.
Uh, but today, I want to make a big buy.
How big?
ANGIE: 200K.
Apparently that's enough to make their supplier --
mysterious dude, Kodiak -- show up to fill my order.
FRANKLIN: And once you get Kodiak,
then the fox can leave the henhouse
and bring me lots of relief?
Yeah.
You know, you're really going to town on that hanky.
You sure you good?
Okay, pal. I'll see you on the other side of this thing.
We should go out, celebrate,
-get tanked. -We're not doing that.
Be good. Please be good!
♪ Yo, hey, I put the work in ♪
♪ Yo, and now we workin' ♪
♪ Yo, hey ♪
♪ I put the work in ♪
♪ Yo, yo ♪
♪ And now we work, now we work, now we work ♪
♪ Hey, we workin' ♪
♪ And now we workin' ♪
♪ Now we're workin' ♪
There he is.
Look at you, just another small business job creator.
(clears throat)
KYLE: Got somebody backing you now?
God, no.
♪♪
Where's your guy?
KYLE: He's running behind. Chill for a bit.
Relax. Here.
♪ Talkin' like they're gettin' money ♪
♪ By next weekend, gon' be dope ♪
♪ Or in prison, prison, prison ♪
A freebie.
♪ R-I-P, we see, walk with cash ♪
♪ Then we hustle strong ♪
♪ I just went to... ♪
♪ Yo, hey, I put the work in ♪
ANGIE: Thank you.
♪ Yo, and now we workin' ♪
♪ Yo, hey, I put the work in ♪
(clears throat)
♪ Yo, and now we work, now we work, now we work ♪
(indistinct conversations)
WILL: Special Agent Trent, case notes, continued.
How'd you get here, Adam Humphrey?
A freshman at Atlanta City Tech.
Scholarship kid.
What was the connection between him and Emma?
Or was it Kayla?
Neighbor saw Emma's white BMW parked
in the driveway this morning at 9:30.
♪♪
It was gone when she took the dog for a walk at noon.
Emma was abducted in her own car.
♪♪
Smell of ammonia from the closet.
♪♪
(recorder clicks)
♪♪
(shuddering breaths, whimpering)
(stabbing, thudding in distance)
(screaming in distance)
♪♪
(screams)
♪♪
Oh, sorry.
Should I come back later?
This smell like urine to you?
When people call you weird, I really do defend you,
but you gotta help me out.
I think Emma hid in her closet while Kayla was being attacked.
I'm not sending Faith to A.C. Tech.
-I want her to stay with you. -That's the wrong call.
We need to identify the Adam Humphrey connection.
-APD is already on it. -No.
No partners. That was our agreement.
You've never worked an active kidnapping before.
-Come on. -Time is not our friend.
Some APD grunt isn't gonna speed things up.
Oh, stop. Faith isn't some grunt.
She wants me to fail, fail --
Oh, is this about feelings now?
Relationships are a part of the job, Will. Figure it out.
Oh, first you shoved the most inflammatory
APD corruption case onto my desk,
-one I.A. wouldn't touch -- -Oh, don't pretend
that case didn't have an upside.
Yes, you promised I could operate on my own.
If this case goes sideways, I'm out.
And if I'm out, who's gonna protect you?
(car horn honks)
WOMAN ON TELEVISION: ...morning, and although
law enforcement sources have yet to release
a description of the suspect involved,
they believe the victim was taken away in her own vehicle,
a white 2020 BMW 320i
with a dealer license plate CG439B.
That car's in the alley across the street.
You noticed a white BMW?
You think we should call the cops?
Yeah. We should definitely call the cops,
'cause this place is full of illegal drugs,
and there's more on the way.
Hey, maybe there's a reward?
You know, you can get a pair of these that aren't knockoffs.
What happened to your face?
KYLE: Jules! Hurry up, I'm starving.
WOMAN ON TELEVISION: ...well-known local car dealer,
Paul Campano.
Sources say two victims are dead and one injured.
The victims have yet to be identified...
ANGIE: Going out for a smoke.
(cellphone ringing)
WILL: Angie, hey. You okay?
I found your car.
In the alley, outside the closed-down
parking structure on Peachtree and Vine.
-You're kidding. -I knocked on the trunk.
-She's not in there. -WILL: You better be careful.
You're gonna get made.
I take care of myself.
(chuckles) Yeah, I have no doubt.
ANGIE: So Paul Campano?
That's crazy.
You all right?
I can take care of myself, Detective.
♪♪
I have no doubt.
Listen, I gotta go. Thanks for the tip.
ANGIE: Hey. Do me a favor.
When you come get the car, can you be a little subtle about it?
I have a supplier making a drop any minute.
ANGIE: His product is racking up a huge body count.
I'll do my best, but APD's on the defense.
They're gonna want to put on a show.
WILL: Take care of yourself, Ang.
You, too.
♪♪
(indistinct conversations)
Hey, this one's a piece of work.
♪♪
Deputy Director Wagner?
Detective Michael Ormewood, APD.
We just got orders they say came from you.
Active kidnapping. All hands on deck.
Yeah, well, I'm in the middle of a homicide.
I'm supposed to just drop everything
for some trust-fund runaway?
You. We gotta go. Found the car. You drive.
Go. He's your partner.
You're GBI today. Congratulations.
-(sighs) -(siren wailing)
♪♪
WOMAN: Coming in from the east side.
(indistinct conversations)
There's blood in the trunk. Emma was in here.
♪♪
MAN: We got ETA in 10 minutes!
Vehicle switch?
Hello?
(police radio chatter)
OFFICER: We don't have anything over here!
WARREN: Yeah. Sorry about the quality.
We kept the old system when we moved in,
and these tapes are pretty busted.
FAITH: Yeah. Take it back so we can see when the car arrived.
WARREN: Uh, no prob.
Sorry it smells like weed in here.
♪♪
Um...Holy crap.
WILL: You were right. Vehicle switch.
Yeah, we spent the last 3 1/2 hours
looking for the wrong car.
FAITH: I can't tell the make.
Let it play.
♪♪
Oh, you got to be kidding me.
Who the hell is driving that car?
There's a second kidnapper.
♪♪
We're in a world of hurt here.
Please tell me you've got something.
Yeah. Your dead guy in the foyer, Adam?
He knew Emma. They were friends.
Friends or more than friends?
Well, the roommate says friends.
He never heard of Kayla Alexander.
Well, do you believe him?
I don't believe anybody ever.
Hey, look what I just found.
(pills rattle)
(laughing) Whoa!
Kenny just found a sizable bag of Adderall in his room.
-They're crackheads, too. -FAITH: Push some more.
We got to figure out this connection.
I'll see what I can do.
Hey.
How much do you want to punch Trent in the face?
(chuckles) I mean, it is a punchable face.
But I'll say this though --
he read that crime scene like it was a book.
-FAITH: Call me back, okay? -Yeah.
Oh, Gabe.
You know, if I was in your shoes,
I'd want to make sure whoever killed my friend
paid a price for it.
Hey! Take your hands off him!
-I'm not talking to you. -MAN: It's on camera!
-I want to call my parents. -Hey, take it easy, Ormewood.
There's a girl out there missing!
Come on, folks! Back up. Give us -- Give us space!
-We need -- -Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Ken? Kenny!
(crowd chattering)
MAN: Too many doughnuts!
Kenny? Call am ambulance!
♪♪
You run this place all by yourself?
The guy who owns it moved to Omaha. He's never around.
They're techs with the band that's coming in tomorrow.
WILL: You work with them before?
WARREN: First time.
I'm gonna need that tape.
Yeah.
You've got an interesting way of organizing your world here.
(laughs) Brain's a little weird.
Music I get. Words, not so much.
Good for you, man.
All right, I'll be in touch if I need anything else.
Cool. Uh, hope you find her.
Amanda's breathing down my neck
because Paul Campano needs an update.
All right, have him meet us at the GBI.
(siren chirping)
KYLE: He's not coming. Too many cops.
Okay. So, when are we rescheduling this?
KYLE: I'll hit you up on WhatsApp.
Wait for APD to leave before you bounce.
Jules. Come by my place later?
Hang for a little?
I've got my kid tonight.
Find somebody to watch him.
Don't leave me hanging.
(indistinct rap music plays)
♪♪
Hey.
Why'd he do that to your face?
♪♪
JULES: He was taking money.
I -- I walked in on him.
♪♪
You may be in more trouble than you think.
This is a scary guy.
Seriously, do you have any money saved up?
No.
He wants me to come over tonight.
What am I gonna do?
You're sure he's skimming?
JULES: Money and product.
He -- He took it again today.
♪♪
♪ I'm looking for a problem ♪
What kind of car does he drive?
♪♪
♪ But you don't want a problem ♪
♪ You ain't never seen nothin' like me ♪
(siren wailing)
♪ They say they want a war ♪
ANGIE: Blue Dodge Daytona.
Pull him over for the taillight and go check the trunk.
OFFICER: Copy that, Detective Polaski.
♪ So you don't want to start one ♪
♪ You ain't never seen nothin' like me ♪
♪ I only know to live fast and die young ♪
PAUL: You're Trashcan, right?
♪ And represent where I'm from ♪
It's been a while. (sighs)
We called you that because they found you in a trash can?
(car horn honking)
WILL: It was actually a dumpster.
Trashcan had a better ring, I guess.
FAITH: Hey.
Hello?
You were talking to Warren for a while in there.
Did you see something? Please don't touch that!
-(car horn honks) -He's dyslexic.
I assume your car's out of warranty?
How do you know that?
'Cause the glove compartment's held up by duct tape.
I was talking about the dyslexia.
Color coded file system,
color coded buttons on all the consoles.
It's a workaround for dyslexia.
It's our job to notice things.
You intend to pay any of these parking tickets?
Just --
Can you please stay out of my business?
The duct tape is working just fine.
I have a system. Everything is under control.
-I have to get this. -(cellphone ringing)
What's going on? I'm working.
JEREMY: Mom, don't be mad but my computer fell out
the balcony of my dorm.
What? How? I am really interested to know
how your computer fell off of a third-story balcony, Jeremy.
JEREMY: The details are not gonna make you feel any better.
All my files are on it, and it won't turn on.
I told you to keep everything backed up!
You're in college now.
He can bring it to the GBI lab.
They can recover his hard drive.
JEREMY: The GBI can fix my computer? Awesome!
The Georgia Bureau of Investigation
is not fixing your computer.
Live with the consequences. I gotta go.
-Love you. Bye. -(cellphone beeps)
-What's with the chiming in? -Just trying to help.
Who asked for your help?
Hmm. Fixed it.
I can't believe you have a college-aged son.
-How old are you? -How old is your mom?
WILL: Let's be clear --
neither of us is thrilled about this arrangement,
so let's just be polite and get through this case.
-"Polite"? -WILL: Yes.
The opposite of openly hostile.
What's my name, Trent?
You missed it, huh?
Wasn't relevant to the case?
It's Faith.
Mitchell.
♪♪
-I investigated your mother. -FAITH: No.
You ended her thirty-year, highly decorated
law enforcement career.
♪♪
Can you fix that?
Not likely.
♪♪
(car horns honking)
(siren wailing, tires squealing)
Maybe I should handle Paul.
I have a good read on Paul
-from this morning... -(elevator bell dings)
...but if I need you, I'll let you know.
Great, I'll just take coffee orders and make a Starbucks run.
-ORMEWOOD: Wait. -FAITH: Where you been?
ANGIE: Hold the elevator!
♪♪
Agent Trent.
♪♪
Kenny's in the hospital.
-FAITH: What? -Oh, no. What happened?
Stroke.
While doing the GBI's scutwork.
(elevator bell dings, doors open)
(indistinct conversations)
I'm going up to five with Special Agent Trent.
ANGIE: Ooh. GBI.
No.
-(alarm blares) -Whoa. What's happening?
What's the question behind the question?
What?
Why'd you ask me if you should handle Paul?
Well, because you alienate people
with your three-piece suit and your little handkerchief
and your terrible personality.
Also, something isn't right with the Campanos.
I tried to talk to Abigail this morning,
and he did not like it.
He's afraid of what she'll say.
(alarm stops)
(sighs)
♪♪
All right.
All right?
Let's throw a grenade. See what happens.
Grenade? What does that mean?
So now I've got to come to your office
to get news about my daughter?
What are we doing here?
You should be out there turning over every stone,
looking for Emma.
I'm gonna need a DNA sample from you.
Why's that, Trash?
Kayla Alexander had consensual intercourse this morning.
I need to rule you out.
ABIGAIL: Paul!
♪♪
(both grunting)
♪♪
Get off me, Trashcan!
♪♪
Do you know each other?
Paul and I grew up together in the children's home, didn't we?
You lived in an orphanage?
I-I didn't know how to tell you.
Your wife? Oh, my God!
PAUL: It was a hundred years ago.
-You're a sociopath. -PAUL: We're gonna find Emma,
and we're gonna go back to the way things used to be.
Someone is out there doing terrible things to Emma.
Nothing is ever gonna go back to the way it used to be!
This morning, I threatened a woman
who my husband is having an affair with.
-PAUL: Abigail, stop. -Her name is Dylan Calloway.
-Abigail, stop! -You should get that
DNA sample because my husband has a type.
-Stop it. -She's a trainer.
She's 22, but she looks 16.
Here, look at her Instagram.
She looks exactly like Kayla Alexander.
(crying) I'm going to my parents' house.
Don't you dare call me!
All right, so, maybe your guys cleaned out your shop,
but we still have the drugs and the cash we found in your trunk.
Illegal pretext stop. Won't hold up.
My lawyer's an animal.
Let's talk about Jules.
What about her?
You ever tell her about any illegal activities?
You ever do anything illegal in front of her?
You ever show her where your supply is?
You're thinking she'll never say anything
because she is too scared.
You smacked her around enough.
Yeah, she'll stay in line, right?
But wait a sec.
Kyle, how did I know what's in the trunk of your car?
♪♪
-(knock on door) -(telephones ringing)
Use it while you're working the Campano case.
And after that?
Find the girl. We'll go from there.
You need anything else?
Yeah, actually.
You can tell me why you're doing this to me.
Doing this to you?
Putting you with my best agent?
Handcuffing me to this strange man who won't tell me
a damn thing about my own case.
Make it work, you ungrateful jackass.
Wow.
I've known you your entire life.
I have high expectations for you.
Jeremy's grown now.
What's your next move?
Will can take you to the next level.
He can teach you to be surgical,
to see things that no one else does.
You can thank me when you're ready.
Yes, ma'am.
ANGIE: This guy is not nothing.
I know you understand what a disaster this is.
I know you understand what kind of a day this was, Captain.
A rich white girl goes missing,
the GBI chases her right to my doorstep,
so I pulled the trigger.
He's gonna flip.
Well, you're free now.
You and Ormewood ever work together?
Uh, yeah, a couple years ago.
-Once. -CAPTAIN HELLER: Good.
Kenny's in bad shape.
I mean, he's gonna pull through, but he's not coming back.
I don't work homicide anymore.
CAPTAIN HELLER: What do you think, Franklin?
Oh, I think this is none of my business.
CAPTAIN HELLER: Oh, come on. Should Detective Polaski
stay in vice, with all her vices?
Well, maybe a change of scene would be good.
CAPTAIN HELLER: See? I need someone to keep an eye on you,
and no one's tougher than Ormewood.
I'll set it up.
DISPATCH: Unit 324...
♪♪
WILL: What I know about Paul Campano
is that he's a bully.
I wasn't the only kid at the group home
he beat the crap out of,
but I might have been his favorite.
Looking back, it's hard to be angry.
♪♪
There were rumors that Paul was sexually abused
by a foster parent.
♪♪
Was that the one part of our childhood
he wasn't able to outrun?
♪♪
(cellphone ringing)
Trent.
Really? On my way.
And that other cop, he was such a dick!
It's like he just wanted to throw me in jail.
WILL: Yeah, look, I hate cops like that, too.
You're under no suspicion here. You're a witness.
Why don't you just say what you came here to say?
Adam -- Adam made me promise to keep it quiet.
She was in high school, and they were sleeping together.
He -- He didn't want to get in trouble.
The only thing that matters right now is finding Emma.
Some guy was threatening Adam,
telling him to stay away from Emma.
♪♪
We didn't know who it was, but he'd leave notes on his car
and under our door when we woke up.
Did you save the notes?
Yeah. This is the last one I got.
"I will wreck your entire life, freak pedo scum."
Look how creepy it is.
All the Es and Ks are backwards.
The kid at the recording studio, are you sure he's dyslexic?
Positive. Put a location trace on his cell,
and send APD units to every address
we have for Warren Grier.
Got it.
♪ It'll shake us all, so stay here ♪
Warren!
♪ This goes way beyond ♪
There's gotta be a key somewhere.
♪♪
(music become drumbeats only)
-(music stops) -Warren, can you hear me?
Why don't you come out here so we can talk?
(drumsticks clatter)
♪♪
How many of these you take?
WARREN: Is that a joke?
I took all of it.
I just want this day to be over!
I'll call medical. Keep him talking.
-WARREN: God. -You're right.
It wasn't a good day.
Tell me about it.
♪♪
All I cared about was Emma, man.
WILL: Warren, if you care about Emma,
how about I go check on her, huh?
Is she with your partner?
FAITH: This is Detective Faith Mitchell,
requesting an ambulance to Boughery Studios.
Tell me where they are. It'll save time.
It'll be a good thing for Emma.
You're not gonna find him!
Well, we found you.
Talk to me.
Where are they?
(screaming, cymbal crashes)
Warren, I need you to focus on Emma.
Hey! Warren!
Ahh! I didn't mean to kill anybody, man!
Listen to me. We don't have to worry
about anything else that happened today.
Let's just bring Emma home.
I don't know where she is!
Then tell me who your partner is.
-I can't. -Yes, you can!
-You have to, Warren. -He told me...
♪♪
He told me I need to kill myself.
No. That's a mistake.
I don't know who this guy is or what he's done for you,
but that's not something that he gets to decide.
♪♪
I'm on my own now.
WILL: No, you're not.
Look, man, I'm here.
Look at me.
I'm listening.
I can help you, Warren.
I know what you're feeling, all right?
You're gonna find a way through this.
♪♪
Why would I want to?
For Emma.
♪♪
Warren! Warren, put the gun down.
Put down the gun. Get in there!
Warren, put down the gun!
Warren, no! No!
-(gunshot) -Warren, no!
(body thuds, gun falls)
♪♪
(siren wailing in distance)
FAITH: You okay?
I see the hanky came in handy.
♪♪
Point of the group home was for us to find a forever home.
Families would take us in, but a surprising number of them
were monsters.
The old woman who ran the group, Mrs. Flannery,
she tried her best.
Yeah, she made sure we knew how to do our laundry,
iron our shirts, knew what a fish fork was in case
we ever had dinner at the White House.
She made sure we all carried a handkerchief.
Old habit.
♪♪
Thank you for telling me that.
♪♪
Hey, Amanda's looking for me to pull my weight around here.
So it would be good if you let me.
I mean, it's not like Leo's taking me back after this.
Not with your stink all on me.
Not with the stink, no.
♪♪
You need a ride home?
♪♪
ORMEWOOD: I hear your guy flipped.
-Congratulations. -Thanks.
I also hear we're back to working together.
Guess so.
You know, I don't think either of us was happy
with how it ended last time.
Maybe we can, uh, do better, huh?
Go home to your wife, Ormewood.
♪♪
(dog whimpers)
That's right. I have a dog.
(dog whimpers)
Look at you, you haven't even touched your food.
You can't tell me you're not hungry.
What if I give you some of that?
♪♪
Oh. Okay. All right. I got you.
Come on. I'll take you out in just a minute.
(latch clicks)
♪♪
WILL: You still have a key?
♪♪
What, you want it back?
No, it's just been a while since you dropped by.
You want to talk about that?
♪♪
Nope.
No, I don't.
That dog is ridiculous.
Rescue.
I tried to take her to a shelter but...
Couldn't do it.
♪♪
Let's talk about Paul Campano.
Our one lead just shot himself.
I'm not asking about the case.
There's not much else to say.
He still calls me Trashcan.
You want me to kick his ass again?
Actually, I already took care of that today.
-Oh, yeah? -Nice little fight
in the middle of the GBI.
Oh. You win?
Of course I won.
(both chuckle)
You're not the only one who picked up a stray today.
Heller put me on Homicide.
Ormewood is my partner now.
Mm.
That sucks.
(sighs)
I don't remember much about the last time you worked with him.
What are you trying to tell me?
He's got a good solve rate.
♪♪
♪ Deep down inside ♪
♪ I know I still love her ♪
It's not as good as yours, is it?
♪ But he'll never know ♪
Hmm.
♪ 'Cause I'll never tell ♪
I missed you.
You keep making that mistake.
♪ To him and say ♪
♪ Baby ♪
♪ What you been doing? ♪
♪ I still love you like I did ♪
-I forget... -♪ You know... ♪
how difficult you are to unwrap.
Shut up. Come on.
♪ Being the way I am ♪
Mnh-mnh.
♪ I keep it hid ♪
Hey.
It's me.
♪ Lately I've seen ♪
♪ The look in his eyes ♪
♪ That just breaks my heart ♪
♪ He needs me so much ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
(dog barking, growling)
When are you gonna do something about this stupid dog?
♪ To that poor boy ♪
♪ And say ♪
Betty, go.
Betty, go away.
Oh!
-Be-- Betty. -Okay. All right.
-I'm sorry. -All right. All right.
All right. I'm just -- All right. I don't --
I don't even care.
♪ Don't you know... ♪
♪♪
(grunts)
♪♪
(Will sighs)
What is happening right now?
APD sent over some of Emma Campano's school files,
and I thought I'd take a look at this college essay,
but I forgot I'm an idiot that takes an hour
to read a damn sentence!
Hey. Don't call yourself names.
It's just harder when you're tired.
You know that.
Kid who killed himself today was dyslexic, too.
♪♪
I had him right in front of me.
Somehow, I missed that he was one of our kidnappers.
Then he shot himself.
♪♪
ANGIE: "My mother's favorite movie is 'Steel Magnolias.'
I remember coming home to her crying at the scene
where Sally Fields breaks down at her daughter's funeral.
This prompted hugs and long conversation."
I gotta find this kid.
♪♪
(dog barking)
WILL: What is it, Betty?
(knock on door)
♪♪
(knock on door)
♪♪
-WILL: Who is it?! -PAUL: Trash!
I really messed up. I need your help.
What happened?
(sighs) I shot him.
Who?
The man that took Emma.
♪♪
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