Previously on Will Trent...
Any chance the two of you are expecting?
Ha! We're not together.
And I am definitely not having sex,
so unless God Himself is cooking up a plan, then...
not pregnant.
I got cigarette burns for fetching
the wrong kind of soup from the pantry.
Every step of the way, there was someone there
to tell me that I was broken, worthless.
-(insects chirping) -(bell tolling)
(indistinct conversation)
WOMAN: ...had a chem paper...
(indistinct conversation)
Alison.
Jason, please. Look, I'm tired.
I've been studying all night. I just want to go home.
I'm not doing this right now.
♪♪
-(leaves rustling) -(twigs snapping)
Hello? Jason?
(twig snaps)
Who's there?
Look, I have pepper spray.
(dog barking)
(dog whining)
(breathes deeply)
♪♪
(police radio chatter)
(indistinct conversations)
It's all yours, Detective.
Alison Schooner.
They pulled her out of the water.
She was weighted down by a cinder block.
-Who reported it? -Couple of professors,
out for their morning nine.
They saw the shoes. I.D. and suicide note inside.
"I want it to end."
Well, that's pretty direct.
KUO: Excuse me. Agents?
I'm Vera Kuo, University Chancellor.
Thank you for coming.
A campus suicide is a terrible tragedy.
My hope is that we can stay ahead of the narrative.
I'm not convinced this is suicide.
I thought she left a note.
The note's one sentence long,
written on a torn piece of paper.
Women usually take more care for their last words.
Their letters are longer, written with much more detail.
They want to explain themselves.
That's a generalization, right?
Can't suicide be a rash decision?
Well, sometimes, yeah, but carrying a cinder block
to the middle of a golf course to drown yourself,
that's not rash.
That shows planning.
Hang on. Unzip the bag. I'd like to take another look.
FAITH: See anything?
There's something on her neck.
What the hell?
Something got under the skin.
(gasps) Oh. Oh, my God.
I'm gonna faint.
(body thuds)
Somebody tend to the chancellor.
MAN: We're on it.
Stab wound is barely visible.
Weapon must've been sharp.
(Alison screams)
Over there. On the bark. You see it?
Bark can act like a sponge.
The tree's still soaking wet
from the sprinklers this morning,
but blood really is thicker than water.
Whoever did this probably thought
the, uh, the sprinklers, the pond
would wash away any evidence.
They had the note, the cinder block, all of it.
They were waiting for her.
(indistinct conversations)
Well, only cameras are at the entrances and exits.
All visitors and staff have to sign in and out,
and no one has signed out since last night.
So the killer's still here?
This is like an Agatha Christie novel.
Yeah, with very soft food. And hearing aids.
So, forensics didn't find any prints on the sword,
wallet's still in his pocket,
but no phone, not even in his car.
Yeah, send a team to his house.
Uh -- Ms. Hernandez?
So, when you found him, he was just like this?
He was setting up.
Um, Steve's a regular entertainer here.
"Morning Magic with Steve Susperio," every Thursday.
-Hm. -He was fine when I left him,
and when folks started coming in to the performance,
he was gone.
Poof.
(quietly) Poof.
What could the motive possibly be?
He was here to do magic.
That's motive enough for me.
(Angie sighs)
BARRY: He's still here?
Does that mean there's not gonna be any figure drawing?
Oh. Barry, Linda, go back to your rooms, okay?
I don't want you to see this.
Well, that one can take his shirt off.
Linda!
They didn't seem particularly fazed.
I'm guessing this won't be the first body
they've seen wheeled out of here.
Hey. What's that?
What is it? A tripod? His phone was here.
We gotta search the place.
I'll start on the warrant.
(tripod clatters)
Nancy? Can I keep him?
(knock on door)
(Dwayne sighs)
Is this her room?
Yeah, right here.
There are seven of you in this house?
Helps keep it affordable.
The lease is under my name. Dwayne Gilbert.
This is so surreal.
I'm actually a criminal justice major.
Isn't that weird?
Third year.
4.2 grade point average.
FAITH: Impressive.
Stay at the threshold, please.
Yep.
(switch clicks)
FAITH: What's with all the padlocks?
She grew up in the system.
♪♪
You mean foster care?
This is just how my rooms used to be.
Kept all my stuff close.
Always sure someone was gonna try to take my things.
Treated every home like it was temporary.
Wow. That makes so much sense.
I really didn't know much about her.
She was quiet, clean,
mostly kept to herself, studied a lot.
Do you know if she had a boyfriend?
Oh, yeah, 'cause it's always the boyfriend, right?
You want to be an investigator?
Here's a tip -- pay attention.
Learn about the people you're living with.
Y-You're right. Good advice.
We can take it from here, Dwayne.
We'll let you know if we need anything.
(footsteps depart)
Handwriting's the same as the suicide note.
Killer must have ripped it out from something the victim wrote.
Explains why the note was torn.
(knock on window)
(dog barking)
Can I help you?
(man grunts)
Oh, he's running.
♪♪
(man grunts)
WILL: Get up. Get up.
Hands on the fence. Don't move.
♪♪
What's with the knife, huh?
It's a fettling knife. For sculpting!
-Did you use it to kill Alison?! -No!
-Let go of me! -Why'd you run, then?
-Will! -Why'd you run?
-Aah! I wasn't -- -Oh, my God.
(dog barking)
Keep him on his side.
I need an ambulance, now.
We have witnesses that say you were out of control.
What, you hit his head?
Help him "fall to the ground" a few times?
What? Of course not.
The kid's name is Milo Braham.
He's a senior from Savannah,
and his very wealthy parents have luckily decided not to sue.
You were right. Victim grew up in the system.
Doesn't give you permission to put a boy in the hospital.
I don't know what caused that seizure, but it wasn't me.
Well, let's hope the kid makes a full recovery...
or he's the killer.
I'm fine either way.
(door opens)
Jeremy, you know I can't talk about the case.
But listen to me. It was an isolated event.
The only thing that could put you in danger
is me finding out that you're not going to class.
Yeah.
I gotta go now. Be good, please.
(beep)
You're Agent Mitchell.
-I was sent to find you. -Hi.
How have you been? Numbers okay?
You find a good endocrinologist?
You remember that?
I remember you.
Uh, the young man we brought in today, Milo Braham?
Yes. Right.
Uh, he's stable but suffered some head trauma
when he hit the concrete.
He's been put in a medically induced coma
to prevent brain swelling.
No history of epilepsy.
We're trying to figure out the cause of the seizure.
Gotcha. He is a person of interest in a murder case.
I'll leave a guard out front of his room,
but would you please let me know
if anything changes in his condition?
Of course. Of course.
In fact...
this is my personal mobile number.
How's your, uh, diabetes?
You taking regular meals?
I'm sorry. What does that mean?
(chuckles)
It means I'm an idiot.
I'm trying to ascertain if you'd like to get a meal with me.
Oh!
Right. Yes.
I eat dinner. I do.
Um, and, yes, that would be great.
I'm eating dinner with my son tonight,
but sometime, yes.
Yes, yes.
You have a son?
-He's 18. -Oh.
But I'm 33.
-Great. -I had him when I was young.
Okay.
But it was consensual.
Well, that's a relief.
Yeah, we were young and dumb, and it was the first time, too.
Can you believe that? But everything's good now.
No more accidental pregnancies for me.
Okay. I'm gonna go now, Doctor...
Farhad, please.
Mm. Yeah.
Looking forward to speaking again.
Are you sure?
Mnh.
I did a basic tox screen.
Nothing showed up, but I did notice
her liver enzymes were elevated.
Although, elevated liver enzymes can also be
a side effect of heavy drinking,
so it's not that unheard of for a college student.
You're gonna let him say that?
You know I wasn't a partier. I had two jobs.
I had a partial scholarship, so my grades couldn't slip.
No one was helping me.
(echoing) No one was helping me.
(phone flips open)
I need that plastic container we, uh, bagged
brought down to autopsy as soon as possible.
(phone flips closed)
Alison Schooner wasn't a drinker.
Whatever you say. Also, see this?
Knife entered here, went directly to the carotid artery,
and then was twisted to ensure the artery was severed.
This killer knew what they were doing. I think --
They were a hunter.
Aww. I love it when we finish each other's sentences.
That's how you drain a deer.
Well, this is Georgia.
It doesn't narrow it down much.
-MAN: Here you go. -Thank you.
Found this in the victim's backpack.
Water dissolved whatever was inside, messed up the label,
but it's still not from the student health center.
No name, no words. Just a bunch of numbers.
This is from a pharmaceutical trial.
-You sure? -Yeah, pretty sure.
Universities are a hub for drug research.
Studies need healthy, young participants.
Students need money.
Well, our victim did need money.
How much do participants get paid?
Sometimes as much as a few thousand, depending.
♪♪
Respectfully, I did not stab the magician.
Sure. Uh, how long has Steve been coming here?
A few years, at least.
Any chance he started up a relationship
with one of the residents? Linda, maybe?
-Linda? -She's very flirty.
I sincerely doubt that. (chuckles)
What about the staff? Uh, does anyone have
a history of violence, a criminal record?
Yes.
So, Ernesto, disorderly conduct, 2019.
You want to tell us about that?
Got a little too rowdy at a bar one night.
I mean, what can I say? The Falcons were winning.
Someone heard you shouting at Steve last time he was here.
Yeah, I was shouting at Steve.
Uh, he made my wedding ring reappear
inside of a sealed bag of Pepperidge Farm cookies.
-I mean, geez. -Chessmen or Milanos?
Oh. Milano.
That's pretty good.
Yeah, I kept telling him --
I was like, "Steve, you have got to get on
'America's Next Great Entertainer.'"
I mean, the guy can do anything --
sleight of hand, close magic.
I mean, he even hypnotized me to help me quit smoking.
Psch!
You guys do know I'm not the only one
with a record here, right?
Is there some specific employee you were thinking of?
No, not employee.
I'm talking residents.
Alison didn't have too much of an online footprint.
Too busy to curate her life.
Yeah, well, I interviewed the rest of her housemates.
Turns out, she did have a boyfriend.
A guy named Jason Howell, and listen to this.
He's a research assistant for a new drug trial
for a high blood pressure med.
-This guy? -Yeah, that's him.
They broke up a few months ago. He took it hard.
So far, no photos of Milo.
Yeah, he's still a mystery,
but maybe that's why he was creeping in Alison's window.
They had a little sneaky-link thing going on.
So Jason gets Alison into the drug trial.
She needs the money, plus he gets to see her all the time.
Yeah, he probably thought she'd be grateful,
want to get back together.
Why do boys always want to fix things?
Well, look at this.
That's a hoist, right? For deer?
We're looking for a hunter.
Jason might be our guy.
(indistinct conversations)
Jason just went to get some fresh air.
He's been really upset. But he should be back soon.
-What's your name? -Darla. Wall.
I'm Dr. Tilda's other research assistant.
Can you tell us a little about this research?
It's a Phase One trial for a new hypertension medication.
We're simply observing side effects,
making sure the drugs are fit for human consumption.
-(door opens) -WOMAN: Hi, Jason.
Oh. Jason?
Um, these people are here to talk to you.
I'll leave you.
That was the weekend I took Alison
to my family's cabin to meet everyone.
Parents, grandparents, cousins. They were all there.
That's like a, what, 300-, 400-pound hoist?
You hunt with rifles, bows?
I don't hunt at all. It's more my brothers.
Alison hated the hunting.
Where were you last night?
Here, at the lab.
Darla and I were compiling research.
All night long?
We're on a deadline.
Our advisor, Dr. Tilda -- she -- she doesn't like excuses.
Alison was a part of this drug trial, right?
Mm-hmm.
-Because of you. -She needed money.
She was always working so hard, but it was never enough.
I was afraid she was gonna drop out of school.
This seemed...easy.
Did the drugs affect her? Any side effects?
She never mentioned any.
Why did you and Alison break up?
I don't know.
She got all weird and shut-down and serious.
She had this... outsider mentality,
like she didn't deserve to be loved.
Maybe she just wasn't that into you.
"Maybe she wasn't that into you"?
-The kid was in mourning. -Or he's the killer.
"She felt like she didn't deserve to be loved"?
What is he -- some kind of psychological genius?
It feels like you're over-identifying.
Actually, I'm applying my lived experience to the case.
What's up with this one?
Hi.
-Are you okay? -Oh. Yeah.
I was just trying to stay awake, keep the blood moving.
You know, sitting is the new smoking.
Right. Right.
Jason mentioned you two were working together all night.
W--
That's a very long, dramatic pause, Darla.
No, I -- No.
Um, the important thing is that --
Jason is, like, the sweetest guy I know.
I've -- I've known him for years,
and I know that he really loves Alison,
and there's nothing he would ever do to hurt her.
Right. We get it. Great guy. What are you trying to say?
Um, I wasn't with him, like, all night.
I went to the gym and worked out and took a shower,
and then at some point, I think around, like, midnight,
I took a nap on the couch in Dr. Tilda's office.
But, please, don't tell her I did that, okay?
She really does not like me on her couch.
Thank you, Gus. Very nice ceramics.
How many more rooms are there?
That was just the first wing.
(alarm beeping)
(groans) Seriously?
-WOMAN: What's that noise? -MAN: What's going on?
NANCY: You go help Mr. Casey.
What's happening? Is there a fire?
I'm sure it's just a false alarm,
but we do need everyone outside and accounted for just in case.
-Yeah. -Think someone pulled it?
Heard we were searching rooms?
Absolutely. These old people are cagier than they look.
Oh. This way, please. I'm sorry.
The Fire Department will clear it shortly.
No. You know what? Grab a resident list and meet us outside.
We're gonna go on a field trip.
MAN: Yep, just follow me. We're gonna get there.
Good. Good job.
(cellphone rings)
-It's the hospital. -(beep)
This is Agent Mitchell.
FARHAD: Faith, it's Farhad. I have an update on Milo Braham.
-(sighs) -I'm afraid it's not good.
His seizure's the result of a drug interaction.
He'll have to be kept in a medically induced coma
a few days more.
Was one of the drugs in his system an anti-hypertensive?
Actually, yes. How'd you know?
Our victim was a part of a drug trial.
Maybe Milo was, too.
That could explain it,
but Milo had numerous pre-existing conditions.
He should never have been allowed in a drug trial.
You know, my shift's ending soon.
I was gonna grab a bite to eat, if you're available.
You're on speaker with my colleague, Agent Trent.
She's wide open.
-Oh. -(beep)
I am not "wide open." What do you mean by that?
-It -- Okay. -(beep)
Thank you for the update, Dr. Pournazeri.
Farhad.
Farhad. Right. Yes.
Farhad. I'll be in touch. Goodbye.
(beep)
You shut your mouth.
You know what they say -- if you don't use it, you lose it.
All right? This could be a good thing.
You know, he's a doctor, he's handsome --
Can we get back to the case?
-Yes. -Thank you.
Milo's parents are wealthy. He didn't need the money.
No reason to join a drug trial,
especially if it's risky for him.
So why go out of his way to take blood pressure meds?
Maybe this whole thing is about side effects --
not the bad ones, but good ones.
You know, think Viagra, Rogaine --
drugs that were developed for one thing
and now are being sold for something else entirely.
We need to talk to other participants,
find out what those drugs do.
Well, I know how to get college students to talk, so come on.
(elevator bell dings)
(indistinct shouting)
Do we get pizza?!
Come on!
I'll tell you whose room you should search -- Milly's.
I've seen Steve the Magician going to visit her.
Were you jealous?
(scoffs) No.
Come on. Pretty young lady like you?
(chuckles)
Do you think Linda was jealous?
Of course Linda was jealous.
Always had her cloudy eyes on him,
and he rejected her.
He did not reject me.
He simply valued our friendship too much to tarnish it.
Are you saying these relationships were physical?
Oh, God, no.
H-He'd just flirt with them, make them happy.
And what about you? Did you do it?
What? No.
You could have. I see those muscles.
I could -- W--
Well, I have been using the resistance bands.
Mmm.
You know they got pizza upstairs, right?
Here's the thing. It helps you study, get stuff done.
Like Adderall times ten.
You sure it's safe?
Oh, I have no idea.
I am a laser.
Laser-focused. See my eyes?
Lasers.
Helps me with my memory.
Lets me study all night, no crash.
Have you heard anybody selling the pills?
Impossible. Every time you pick up your pills,
you have to give a blood sample, prove you've been taking them.
Are you on it right now?
Pssh. There's totally a black market.
One time, I took double the dose, just as an experiment.
It did not go well.
Do you know Milo Braham?
Milo? Oh, yeah. Sure.
Yeah, he was definitely buying, yeah.
Used them to stay up all night, make art or whatever.
Kind of a waste.
The girl who died? I heard rumors she was selling.
Really? You know what it's like
to go and visit your elderly father
and find out the place is empty?
And a firefighter is there telling you
that everybody's at the police station
because there's been a murder?!
I'm so sorry.
Ma'am, I-I really can imagine that must have been
very upsetting, but Ms. Hernandez
was just following our orders, so --
Doesn't even matter,
because I was coming to take him out anyway.
Dad! Come on!
-WOMAN: Where is the pizza?! -LEIGH: Come on, Dad.
And I specifically asked you to help him control his spending,
and you didn't do that, so we're finding a new place for him.
I'm sorry. What were you saying about his spending?
He goes online and charges a fortune.
I cancel the card, and he just orders another one.
They told me they would put passwords on his computer
to stop him, but obviously, they lied.
(elevator bell dings)
Gus, it's so easy to get sucked in.
I-I get it, man. Is it -- For me, it's jewelry.
Is it -- Is it art supplies for you?
I don't even use the Internet.
WOMAN: Said she was gonna call you.
MAN: She's gonna be there. You know we got to study, though.
(indistinct conversations)
Hey. Should I ask?
Should I?
-Probably not. -Hm.
Uh, hey, can you hook me up with someone
in the GBI's financial crimes division?
Sure. Um, Eric Peterson. He's the best.
Great. Thanks.
Tell me.
The case I'm working. The dead girl.
She's one of us, Ange. She had no one.
Put herself in harm's way just trying to support herself,
make it through college.
Shouldn't have happened.
No, it shouldn't have, but she's got you now.
Eric Peterson.
Yeah.
(recorder clicks)
Selling drugs puts you at risk.
You could have been killed for the drugs, Alison.
(echoing) You're disappointed in me.
No.
Good people make bad choices.
And I understand what you were up against.
You know what they give you
when they kick you out of the home at 18, right?
$200 and a bus pass. I know.
I was so hungry, I shoplifted for food when I was 19.
Got caught, too.
I was lucky.
The captain of the police precinct --
her name's Amanda Wagner --
and for reasons I'll never understand...
she took an interest in me.
You were so close, Alison.
You just needed one more thing to break your way.
So, no.
No judgment.
None at all.
I'm gonna find who did this to you, Alison.
I promise.
(recorder clicks)
(Will sighs)
If Alison was selling, someone inside the study
had to be helping her get the extra pills.
Yeah, it must have been her ex, right? Jason Howell?
That's what I thought, then I talked to Chancellor Kuo
this morning, and she says that the rules
for drug trials on campus are crystal clear,
specifically to prevent this sort of thing.
No pills without a blood test proving that the subject's
actually taking them.
Okay. Well, who signs off on the blood test?
The head researcher. In this case, it's Dr. Tilda.
Any way she could get extra pills?
Maybe.
And she could falsify data,
claim there are more participants
than there really are,
pass on the extra pills for Alison to sell.
That note Alison wrote -- "I want it to end."
You think she was talking about her arrangement with Dr. Tilda?
Let's go find out.
You think I would jeopardize my reputation,
my entire academic career, for a few extra dollars?
Maybe it was a lot of extra dollars.
You're going through a nasty divorce, right?
Every penny counts. (scoffs)
Oh, and a non-tenure faculty position
isn't exactly a lottery ticket.
Probably why you were shifting over
to pharmaceutical research in the first place.
I would never falsify research.
How many participants do you claim are in the trial?
I can't discuss any of the details of my work
without a warrant.
Oh.
(paper unfolds)
Good thing we have one.
Should we, uh, take a walk over to your lab?
What'd the GBI guy say?
Alright. Dead magician guy, Steve Susperio --
real name, Steven Gary Carmichael.
He was already under investigation
by the GBI for identify theft.
He's been siphoning away money
from elderly residents all over the state.
-How? -(sighs)
No. Really?
Hypnotizing them?
Social Security numbers, passwords,
anything he could get.
(chuckles) Wow. What a scumbag.
Yeah.
So you think a bunch of the residents figured it out
and ganged up on him?
Now they're keeping a code of silence?
I think that's a little elaborate,
considering the crowd we just met.
(cellphone rings)
Ormewood. Yeah?
Okay. Thank you.
(beep)
Well, they finished the search.
Someone conveniently poured water
all over their computers on their way out.
-That was the fire drill. -Yeah.
-Remember Sheila? -Yeah.
Well, it turns out a rabbit
wasn't the only thing she took from Steve.
Did she take his phone?
They're bringing it in right now.
Jackpot!
Just so you know, I'm calling my attorney.
Well, that's gonna be very expensive for you,
-and it's not gonna help. -Will, the door!
Ohh! Oh, my God. No. No, no, no, no. No! Oh!
♪♪
(gasps) Oh, my God.
Ohh!
I'll get the paramedics.
It's Darla.
You're okay. Just stay with us, Darla.
You're gonna be okay.
Hello. My name is Steve Susperio.
I'm a magician, and this is my audition tape
for America's Next Great Entertainer.
-No way. -Yeah.
This is the last time he uses the phone.
I think it's all you're gonna need.
...the joy I bring to seniors, a childlike wonder --
The Bahamas?! When were you gonna tell me?
What? Nancy? I-I-I --
(click, fast-forwarding)
No, I'm not trying to leave you. That's not true!
You're lying! You are greedy!
So we got everything on camera?
-Yep. -That's the truth!
They argue, things get out of hand...
(fast-forwarding)
This is no money.
Oh, great. Yeah, that's just great.
What are you gonna do? Stab me now?
I've got a show to do, you crazy loon!
NANCY: Don't call me crazy!
-Aah! -(knife plunges)
Ohh! Wow!
Well, you know, I gotta say, I ruled her out
-because, I mean -- -Tiny.
-Look. She's tiny. -Yeah.
Nancy wipes things off and gets the hell out of there.
Never even notices the phone across the room.
The phone just keeps recording until...
-Hey, look. There's Sheila. -(click)
(fast-forwarding)
Sheila. Wow.
Well, I gotta give it to him. That was pretty entertaining.
We're terrible people.
Yeah.
WILL: Do you remember what happened?
DARLA: I went into the lab early.
Uh, Jason was --
was getting really behind on his reports,
which was totally understandable,
so I thought I'd catch up his work for him.
And as I did, I-I noticed something strange.
Strange like what?
(monitor beeping)
The bloodwork for multiple participants --
it was identical.
It was as if one person was giving multiple blood samples,
a-a-and Jason was just entering them under different names.
Was one of those names Alison Schooner?
Yes.
I couldn't understand it, so I went to the records room
to see if anything like that had happened before.
I was standing there, looking through the logs,
and -- and then I heard someone come in behind me.
(sobbing) I don't understand it.
I can't believe he would hurt me.
It was Jason?
Mm. (sobs)
(sighs)
Jason Howell wasn't in his apartment.
-And his car's still outside? -Bicycle, too.
We've canvassed the area, but no one's seen him.
He's got to be hiding somewhere here.
Laundry room, mailroom.
Does this building have a basement?
Yeah. This way.
♪♪
Check the stairwell. And be careful. He's dangerous.
♪♪
(machinery clanking)
♪♪
(metal creaking)
(steam hissing)
♪♪
Of course, Vera. I know.
Not exactly the low-profile investigation you had hoped for.
Hang in there. We'll get a drink soon.
Chancellor Kuo?
She's giving Dr. Tilda a leave of absence with pay.
Believes she didn't know what Jason was up to,
but she's still responsible
for the study getting out of control.
-What? -Something's not right.
Okay, so talk to me.
But I need evidence, not just your gut.
Here's a question. Jason was strong.
That's not a question.
If he was trying to make Alison's death
look like suicide, why not just hold her underwater?
Why stab her and risk getting caught? It's a dumb move.
FAITH: It could be an emotional reason.
He loved her. He wanted it to be quick.
He didn't want to feel her struggle.
Or he didn't kill her at all.
Maybe the killer wanted us to figure out it wasn't suicide.
Because they wanted us to think it was Jason.
Our killer wasn't dumb. They're smart. Very smart.
Hmm.
Guess you better be smarter.
I guess so.
♪♪
I know it's upsetting.
Jason was a very disturbed young man.
But it's all over now.
All right? You can focus on healing, go on with your life.
Thank you.
Excuse me, agents. Can I speak to one of you?
♪♪
(door closes)
DARLA: I'll never stop thinking about them.
For the rest of my life.
My entire career.
I'm going to dedicate it to Alison.
I'm sure that would mean something to her,
being remembered.
Yeah.
(door opens)
Will?
♪♪
You take care of yourself, Darla.
Milo Braham just regained consciousness.
WILL: That's great. No need to rush to get his statement
now that we know he was just a buyer.
Yeah, except he just admitted
he was following Alison the night she died.
He said he saw her being attacked.
He wants to talk to us.
Alright. So let's go. What room is he in now?
237, but please wait at least a few hours.
Milo's sleeping. It's imperative he rest.
He's still quite weak.
Great. We'll come back first thing in the morning.
Fine. Thank you, Doctor.
(monitor beeping)
♪♪
(click)
Milo's not here. He's still in a coma.
Oh. I...
It was the boiler room. That's what tipped me off.
It was smart.
(steam hissing)
♪♪
(body thuds)
♪♪
(steam hissing)
You were trying to keep the body warm,
obscure time of death.
(steam hissing)
You needed us to believe that you were stabbed first
then Jason died, not the other way around.
(exhales sharply)
I don't know what you're talking about.
We found the scalpel, the one that you used to stab yourself.
♪♪
Didn't make sense.
Why would someone stab Alison with such deadly precision
then stab you precisely where you wouldn't die?
No, this is, uh -- this is a mistake.
You were the one taking advantage of Alison.
You were supplying the pills, and she was selling them,
and when she wanted to stop, you killed her.
Tried to frame Jason.
Right?
♪♪
(whimpering)
Oh, no. I --
No, I was -- I was helping her!
I gave her half the money,
and she was going to tell on me, ruin everything!
It's not fair!
No. Nothing ever is.
Darla Wall, you are under arrest for the murders
of Alison Schooner and Jason Howell.
♪♪
Ms. Hernandez was not just dating the magician.
She was his accomplice.
And she wasn't the only one.
The guy'd been grifting his way across the Sun Belt,
cozying up to lonely administrators
at every senior home that booked him.
We turned over her computer to the GBI.
And we started a betting pool
on how much Susperio grifted off the boomers over the years.
It's a lot. I got 85K.
That's too low. You want in?
I just never want to hear about this again.
Good job, you two.
(chuckles)
♪♪
Poof.
(chuckles) Terrible people.
♪♪
(sighs)
Good work, partner.
Are you gonna be okay?
Yeah. Sure I will.
How about you?
You, uh, gonna see how things go with Dr. Far-hottie?
Whoa. Boundaries. Okay, uh, never say that again.
(elevator bell dings)
I can't believe I was trying to have a moment with you.
-Unh-unh. -Oh.
This is serious.
Mm.
Alright. Last, but not least.
What's on the potatoes? It's delicious.
Oh. If I told you all my cooking secrets,
you wouldn't need me anymore, huh?
Whoa! Little spicy.
That's the harissa,
and, uh, it's got a little kick of cayenne.
It'll sneak up on you. Betty can't have any of this.
Here. Come on.
She doesn't handle spice very well, do you, girl?
But you got plenty of spice, don't you?
Yes, you do. Okay. Alright.
Hey, I-I want to say something.
Um, Will closed a case today, a murder,
and I think we should honor the victim.
Seriously? During dinner?
Well, yeah.
Uh...I'll start.
I didn't know Alison Schooner, but she existed.
She got herself out of the system, into college.
That means she was tough.
I, uh, would have liked to have known her.
I'm sad that I won't.
How old was she?
19.
Man, that sucks.
Yeah.
Here's what I know about Alison.
Um, she was an oxy orphan, and she bounced
through five foster homes and --
Oh, my God. I am not inviting you to my funeral.
It's not a case report.
(Alabama Shakes' "You Ain't Alone" plays)
She felt alone.
She didn't have anyone, and, uh, she was trying.
She was learning, you know, starting to let people in.
You know how hard that is.
And I'd like to think that eventually, um,
if things had been different,
she'd be sitting in a room just like this.
♪ You ain't alone ♪
Not alone.
♪ Just let me be ♪
So, to Alison.
You were seen, you were known, you'll be remembered.
♪ You ain't alone ♪
♪ Just let me be ♪
Okay, food's getting cold.
I'm gonna get offended. Let's go. Come on.
Not sure if I can eat any more.
You just can't take the heat of the harissa.
Give me your potatoes. Thank you.
♪ Your ticket home ♪
♪♪