- Previously on "Will Trent"...
- Joanne Drexel, I'm part of George's legal team.
- Changing lives left and right, huh?
What?
- You're just not what I expected.
- Those letters from Malcolm?
- You've gotten quite a few already.
- Thank you.
- You know, there's no shame in a next chapter, Amanda.
- Guys like that can't be killed.
They just get promoted.
- Antonio!
- Adelaide was spotted in Brazil.
We don't know if he's with her.
- You are the Commander. What's this?
- We'll be in touch.
- That was really beautiful.
- Oh, thank you, Casey.
- Do you want to have dinner tonight?
- I'll bring the wine.
You threw a rock through your
estranged wife's window last night.
I got a bad feeling about Dallas.
You need protection. This is my personal gun.
Hang on to it till you get your own.
- He's in the house! - Go get the gun.
Remember what I taught you. - Come back here, you bitch.
I'm gonna kill you! - No!
[gunshot] - Casey?
[indistinct radio chatter]
[soft tense music]
♪ ♪
- There she is.
- Come on, baby. Breathe.
All right, all right. [inhales and exhales]
Oh, good. You're here.
These are the agents I mentioned.
Will Trent, Faith Mitchell.
This is my friend Casey Mavery.
- I'm sorry.
I'm just--
- It's okay.
You're okay, sweetie.
It's all right. You're okay. All right?
- Ms. Mavery, do you mind if I sit with you
while Amanda catches my partner up?
- I'm here.
- The, uh, uni outside said this was a domestic dispute?
- Yeah, the body is Casey's soon-to-be ex-husband,
Dallas Mavery. He didn't live here.
He broke in last night, attacked her, and she shot him.
- Seems pretty clear cut.
I don't--I don't mean to sound callous,
but why did you call me and Faith?
- Casey and I are romantically involved.
- Oh.
♪ ♪
Feels like there's more you want to say, Amanda.
- It was my gun.
Casey didn't feel safe. He'd been threatening her.
I loaned her my personal weapon just in case.
And you know what? I'm glad I did.
- [gasps] Don't touch me, please!
- Sorry, ma'am. I--I just brushed her arm.
- Okay, go outside.
Ms. Mavery, it's okay.
- Casey, breathe.
[whispers] That's right.
Breathe.
- We have our lives ahead of us.
Why would we throw it away to be cops?
- We're Homicide detectives with fulfilling careers.
It's important work.
If you want to learn more, take a water bottle.
- [chuckles]
- Ask for Franklin. - Ugh, community service day.
I love it.
Man, I love it. Don't you love it?
- I know you're married and you're about to have a baby,
but in this moment, I'm questioning if you know
what the word "love" means, Polaski.
- You're Homicide detectives, right?
I--I need you to help me. - With what?
- You've got to keep an open mind, okay?
I saw something.
Well, I didn't-- not in person, but I just--
I get these-- - Get it out.
- Seriously. - I know where a dead body is.
- Okay.
Where did you see the body?
- That's the open mind part. I get these visions.
- Visions? Is it peyote?
Is that what you're on?
Wait till you graduate to do that stuff.
- No, no, no!
I need you to listen to me. I know her.
Her name's Nikki.
Nikki Lane. She's my neighbor.
- Where did you find Nikki's body?
- I didn't. That's what I'm trying to tell you.
Okay? I see images in my mind.
It's not a complete picture, but there's a--
a green circle and seven flags.
- Oh, like the theme park. - That's Six Flags.
Okay, seven flags.
- Seven flags, right.
Did you get the green circle? - I did.
- Okay.
- Okay, and so...
- What else?
- A rubber giant...
and a unicorn.
That's everything. - Okay.
Listen, my partner and I are gonna be here
for the next 30 minutes. Why don't you sit down, okay?
In case anything else comes to you.
- Okay, but you're gonna check it out?
- Oh, absolutely. - Absolutely.
- Thank you. That's a huge relief.
- Unicorn, green circle.
Green circle.
Why does that sound fa--
bingo.
I helped a buddy renovate his dad's house.
We used to drop stuff off here. Look.
- Millrun Landfill.
The logo of this place is a green circle.
Is that where the body is? - Maybe.
- That is a rubber giant.
- There's no way Seymour expects us
to believe that story. Visions?
- He seems like such a nice kid.
Maybe he believes it. - It doesn't matter.
There's no such thing as psychics.
- I don't know. Who am I to say?
I talk to my ghost mom in a toilet.
And there's our unicorn.
[mysterious music]
Must be getting close.
Oh. Oh.
Yeah, you smell that? - Yeah. That's bad.
- Ugh. It's coming from that car.
And seven flags on the bumper.
Oh, I can't.
[sighs]
[metal squeaking]
- [grunts]
And a dead body in the trunk.
Think Seymour had any psychic visions
about going to prison?
♪ ♪
- This is just Appleyard trying to make
something out of nothing.
- I know. - Good.
You want to stop wearing a groove in the floor?
- Got it.
- And how did you know he was in the house?
- I heard a crash in the kitchen,
and then I went to check.
It was Dallas.
He was just trashing the place.
[soft dramatic music]
And then he saw me.
- It's okay. Take your time.
- I could smell the alcohol on him,
and he was just so loud and angry.
And then when he started hitting me, I--I just--
I knew that was it.
- What do you mean?
- He was gonna kill me.
I got free somehow, I locked myself in the bedroom,
and then I called Amanda.
- You didn't call 911? - I couldn't.
- I called it in. - Appleyard knows that.
We all know what he's trying to do here.
- You're gonna be fine, Amanda.
- I'm not worried about me.
- Tell me about the phone call.
- Amanda told me to get the gun and to defend myself.
And then I went out there, and Dallas came at me again...
And I shot him.
- How long were you having an affair with Amanda Wagner?
- What? No, we're--we're not--
- Your husband's anger that night,
was that because Amanda Wagner, your lover,
called him in to the GBI to harass him?
- He threw a rock through my window,
and she was just telling him to back off.
- Were you here for that questioning?
- No. I-- - That's right.
You couldn't have been, since Mr. Mavery
had a restraining order against you.
- Did you know about that? - No.
- Dallas got that out of spite.
I had to get off of work and go down to the courthouse
and get that dropped. Now I'm--I'm here--
- Oh, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience.
It's protocol when you kill a man.
Getting back to that, was your girlfriend
on the phone telling you how to do it,
or just how to stage the crime scene afterwards?
- I need to stop this. - Amanda, wait.
- Amanda didn't do anything. - Caroline.
- Dallas broke in. - Are you sure he broke in?
There's no forced entry. - It was an electric lock.
I don't know, maybe he, like-- he made a code--
- Maybe.
Sounds like you and Wagner didn't get your story straight.
- Enough, Bill. Enough.
- We're done for now, Mrs. Mavery.
Thank you for your time.
- I'll walk you out, ma'am.
- [groans]
- Just an initial interview?
You knew where you were taking that.
She should have had a lawyer present.
I'll have your badge, Bill.
- Deputy Director Wagner,
you are on administrative leave.
That's straight from the director.
You will leave this building now.
- You want Amanda Wagner's job so badly...
try earning it.
- I'm choosing to ignore your outburst, Agent Trent.
The deputy director of the GBI must be unimpeachable.
But as of now, there are holes in this case.
And you'd be able to see them
if you didn't let your personal investment
get in the way of your judgment.
Now, you two are tasked with uncovering
exactly what happened last night.
- A woman shot her abusive husband in self-defense.
That is what happened.
- So Mr. Mavery's been careful and precise,
stalking Mrs. Mavery for a year,
suddenly switches it up and attacks her?
Find out why.
Start by looking into him.
[elevator dings]
- The door. - I know.
Her gun. - I know.
- It's gonna be fine. - Right.
- That was pretty gruesome, Seymour.
The smell is still up in the nostrils.
- You did the right thing by coming to us.
Why?
'Cause the guilt is eating you up.
Write down what you did to that poor lady.
Get it all out. - Ugh, come on.
Tell me you're not doing the pen and pad thing.
- Joanne. Hi.
- Roger had a hearing, so I'm here.
Don't say or sign anything.
- I didn't kill her. I want to help.
- Shut up. - Let him confess.
We all want the same thing here.
- Do we? I'm not so sure.
- What are we talking about here?
- What are we talking about? - Stop lawyering.
How'd you know where the body was
if you didn't put her there?
- I told you, I get visions.
Okay? They started when I was 12 or 13.
Sometimes they're clear.
Sometimes they're more like puzzle pieces
that don't really make sense without the box for reference.
Never bodies, though.
- Seymour has psychic abilities.
It's how he makes his living.
- Sure, scammer.
What was your relationship with Nikki Lane?
- We talked a few times in the laundry room.
She was nice.
- And pretty.
You ever hit on her?
- I asked her out once. She said no.
- No harm in asking.
Detailed calendar, TA schedule to confirm
Mr. Badgley's whereabouts.
- So prepared.
- I'm assuming you don't have any physical evidence
linking my client to this case.
Is Mr. Badgley free to go now?
- Just don't leave town in case we have further questions.
- Great. Come on, Seymour.
- Joanne, wait. Hold on. Hey.
Hey, can I-- can I get a second without--
- I don't believe in secrets. What is it, Detective?
Okay, I'll start.
You said you would call me.
- I was meal prepping and the kids--
- Meal prepping.
[chuckles] Okay, sure.
Um, I just-- I thought we had a moment.
Maybe I was wrong.
Take care.
- You're gonna see somebody soon,
a woman. - Jeez, another body?
- No, no, no, she's alive, but she's cranky.
Yeah, she's got some sort of female troubles,
you know, down there. - Yeah?
- Get out of here.
- Also watch out for the elephants.
- I certainly will, because you told us to.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Clearly, Seymour's been here before.
She's Nikki's roommate.
Of course he figured out we'd have to interview her.
- [chuckles] I didn't say anything.
[ornament clatters]
Oh, watch out for the elephants.
Oh, that sounds so familiar. Where have I heard that before?
- Shut it.
- Hi.
- Oh, cookies.
Did you bake those yourself, Ms. Bentland?
- Oh, she doesn't bake.
- She's right here.
Hal likes to bake.
- So, uh, with regards to Nikki,
is there anyone you can think of
who might have wanted to harm her?
- No.
Nikki got along with everybody.
- Yeah, she was fun, so full of life.
- How about your neighbors?
Specifically, Seymour Badgley?
- I've never seen him before.
- So the man in the photo,
he's never been in this apartment?
- No.
Your shirt's riding up.
- Nature, right?
- Do you think we should tell them about, you know?
- Hal?
Something you want to say?
- Nikki was fighting a lot lately
with her boyfriend, Lester.
- Do you have Lester's phone number?
Address? - Yeah.
♪ ♪
- Do you want a cookie? - Oh, yes, please.
Thank you.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Dallas withdrew cash from the ATM inside
two hours before he died.
- Establishes his timeline.
How do we prove a bad man has bad intentions?
- ♪ I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T ♪
♪ Do you know what that mean, mayne? ♪
♪ I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T ♪
♪ Do you know what that means? ♪
♪ She got her own house ♪
♪ She got her own car ♪
♪ Two jobs, work hard ♪
♪ You a bad broad ♪
♪ If you ain't on, sit down ♪
♪ I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T ♪
♪ Do you know what that mean? ♪
♪ Baby phat, just relax ♪
♪ Front your own flat screen ♪
♪ Back rub, cook, clean ♪
♪ And don't make her make a scene ♪
♪ When you call her on her cellular ♪
♪ She tell you she don't need ♪
- Pardon me, ma'am.
Um, I believe this came from--
ah, yes, your left ear.
Important to stay symmetrical.
Um...
Hope you have a prosperous evening.
- ♪ The stilettos, the Js ♪
♪ Depend on how the weather look ♪
♪ Butterfly slippers just to show off the pedicure ♪
♪ Flip-flops ♪
- I like this.
You two really cops, or is this some kind of kink?
- I am an armed agent of the GBI.
Stop touching me.
- My bad.
- Bouncer said that Dallas Mavery
was your regular.
What kind of mood was he in last night?
- The generous kind.
I made good money too.
He was real happy with me.
Then he started going in about his ex.
These guys think we marriage counselors.
But this was way worse.
- What exactly did he say about her?
- Calling her all kinds of bitches, I hate her,
I'm gonna kill her.
- Did something set him off? - That's the thing.
Nothing happened.
I tried to calm him down, get him to eat something.
Sober up. He wouldn't listen to me.
Then he left.
He didn't actually hurt her, did he?
- Dallas Mavery was killed after leaving
the club last night.
- Oh, damn.
- Pearl. Got a private dance request.
[snaps] Make us that money.
Did I just hear you right?
Dallas is dead?
Man. [groans]
- Were you and Dallas friends?
- Hell no.
Strictly transactional here. Fool owed me money.
- Why did Dallas owe you money?
- He tried to run out on his bill.
He was up in here last night acting like
he King of the South, ordering a bottle of Dom,
top-shelf shots, chicken wings.
- I did hear the wings are excellent.
- My grandmama recipe.
- You said Dallas tried to run out?
- His card declined.
But he swore he was good for it,
said he got some big payout coming.
- He say from where?
- His old lady just inherited $2 million.
Look, just let me know if there's some type
of form I need to fill out so I can get my cash?
Man.
- $2 million.
Dallas had motive.
- Yeah, but so did Casey.
- How much trouble are you in because of me?
- No, none of this is your fault.
But I do wish you'd told me about the inheritance money.
- When would I?
We just started seeing each other.
My dad passed away.
He had leukemia, but he did pretty well for himself.
Everything was caught up in probate for over a year.
Honestly, it was the last thing on my mind.
- [exhales] Of course.
- I guess the estate lawyer didn't know that Dallas
and I had separated.
She emailed both of us saying the funds
had been wired to my bank.
- When was that email sent?
- Day before yesterday.
- That must have been what triggered him.
- Next thing I know, he's in my home,
demanding his half of the money.
Then he started--
[apprehensive music]
[inhales deeply]
- Hey. Hey. You're here. You're here.
You're okay. - Yeah.
Even in death, this man is ruining
the good parts of my life. - Oh, no.
He's not touching this.
We're good.
Yeah?
- Yeah.
[phone dings]
♪ ♪
- Appleyard wants to meet in an hour.
Listen, Casey, I know his playbook.
If there's anything else he can use,
I need you to tell me so I'm not blindsided.
- You have everything.
- Tell me you asked Joanne out, right?
- Do I pry into your relationship with Dr. Seth?
- Do you ever not?
- Let's just talk to the boyfriend.
- [chuckles] Pete, what do you got?
- Autopsy results for Nikki Lane.
Cause of death was strychnine.
She ingested it. - Oof.
- And it gets worse.
- Worse than someone poisoning her?
- Ms. Lane was two months pregnant.
- Jeez.
Thanks, Pete.
- You okay? - Yeah.
No. Let's get this asshole.
Lester Clump?
- Yes, I am Lester Clump.
This is Barry, my brother.
I mean, attorney.
- You a real lawyer, Barry?
- I mean, online degrees are valid.
- Good enough to walk you through your confession.
Why did you kill your girlfriend, Nikki?
Barry can't help you.
Was it because she was pregnant?
- Pregnant?
- What my client means-- - Shut up, Barry.
[soft tense music]
- I think you knew about the baby.
- [scoffs] I didn't know.
- Did Nikki tell you? No? Somebody else?
Did you find that positive test in the trash?
It can be a lot. It can be a shocker.
Is that why you killed your pregnant girlfriend?
- How pregnant was she? - Two months.
- We hadn't had sex in six months.
I went to Maine to take care of our nana.
I was there for four months.
When I got back, Nikki didn't seem interested anymore.
She was spending all her time with Reba and her fiancé.
- Okay, we are still gonna need a DNA sample
to rule out paternity.
- Help yourself out here, man.
If the baby's not yours, that means we get to look
into a different suspect.
- Fine. We're done for now.
[bottle thuds]
[groans]
Just take this to the lab, see if it's a match.
- So dumb. - Yeah.
- I don't think he's our guy. - No.
- Is it okay to hate a stupid person?
- I think so.
- Hope you don't mind if my FOP rep sits in
on our little impromptu meeting.
- Interesting news regarding Casey Mavery's inheritance.
Did you know about that?
- No, I didn't, Bill.
- These are text messages between you and Casey Mavery.
More accurately, from you to Mrs. Mavery.
- Inspector, I hope you obtained
a warrant for the deputy director's text messages.
- Amanda, "Make sure to keep the gun nearby."
Amanda, "You're protected as long
as you're inside your home."
Amanda, "It's called Stand Your Ground."
"Amanda, "I can still smell your perfume on me."
Amanda, "Remember, aim for center mass."
- You're only reading my half of the conversation, Bill.
Casey was asking me questions.
- All right, let me see those.
♪ ♪
This does seem rather one-sided.
- [sighs] Casey uses voice messaging.
I'm at work, so I generally type.
And I didn't save hers.
- The warrant was handled by the GBI director personally.
- Edie? Why?
- Because we need to assess whether you,
Deputy Director Wagner, are an accessory to murder.
♪ ♪
- No DNA match. Lester is not the father.
Still could have killed her.
- Yeah, possibly.
You know what I've been thinking about?
- You want an online legal degree?
- Yeah.
And that Joanne didn't come here to help out a colleague.
She came to see you.
Smart, funny.
- What if Nikki was having cookies with Reba's fiancé?
- Just say sex. Yeah.
Uh, what's his name? Hal.
Passive Hal.
Yeah, let's go talk to him.
You notice she also smells great?
- Stop. - Who smells great?
Don't answer that. We don't have time.
Seymour, tell them what you told me.
- This feels familiar. - Yeah.
Isn't this how we met?
- Oh, so you do remember.
- Of course I remember. You made quite an impression.
- But meal prepping took precedent.
- You're out of my league. There.
- Really glad you guys are talking.
Let's hear what Seymour has to say.
- I saw another body.
- Yeah, well, you better have an address this time.
No more scavenger hunts.
- Sandwich.
Pickle.
Red flashing light.
Delivery truck getting towed.
12th Street.
- 12th?
Hal lives on 12th.
- I get wanting to help Casey.
It's just the optics.
- Bill wants my job.
He thinks I just gave him the key to my office.
Why is there glitter in your hair?
- Oh, it's--it's from Pearl, the dancer from Magic City
that Will and I interviewed.
You know, Dallas had to be one miserable person
to be raging mad amidst all of that--
and all of those--
and the glitter?
- Stripper glitter never comes off.
- Really? - Mm-hmm, just so you know.
[laughter]
- Look at us, Aunt Mandy.
We both fell hard and fast for somebody.
- You still haven't read any of those letters from Malcolm
yet, have you?
You know Caroline tells me everything.
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm. Why not?
- I can imagine what's in them.
Apologies, sweet words.
Malcolm was good with words.
- Mm.
- If I do read them,
then I would have to admit that I let myself love somebody
that I shouldn't have. - [laughs]
I don't know where you're going with this, but--
- Aunt Mandy. - No, no, no.
It's not the same.
- I didn't want to believe it either with Malcolm.
Not in the beginning. It was good.
It was exciting. And you miss things.
- And that was you, not me.
- Is there even a possibility that Casey used your position?
- Don't go there, Faith.
- Dallas is dead, and you are the only one being punished.
The only one.
- So is that what you think of me?
That I'm some gullible old lady--
- No, no, I do not think that. I am just saying--
- Here's the truth.
Casey begged for help, but the police
told her that their hands were tied unless Dallas
actually killed her.
They said that out of their mouths
to a victim of domestic assault.
[scoffs] - Aunt Mandy, listen.
Mandy.
- They gave her a restraining order,
which did nothing to prevent him
from sitting in his truck and watching her.
Casey would be dead right now if she hadn't killed him first.
I'll see myself out. - Don't go!
I'm sorry.
[door slams] [sighs]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Hey, Will.
Dallas's truck was never confiscated.
I'm gonna have it towed to the impound lot.
Meet me there.
- Anything new on your uncle?
I saw you check your phone.
- Nope.
- You want to talk about it?
- Not really.
I haven't slept.
Antonio could be dead or worse,
nobody has any answers,
and I'm digging through a wife-beater's truck
instead of finding my uncle.
Maybe I did need to talk about it.
Thank you.
You okay? - Not really.
This job is...
- Yeah.
- It's all split-second decisions.
- And paperwork.
- One wrong choice, and your career is on the line,
and then everybody's judging you harshly.
- Amanda mad at you?
- Furious.
- Then let's keep looking.
- Yeah. [sighs]
Oh, I think I got something. Come on. Come on.
Ooh, got it.
Oh, hello.
- All right, let's get it to Rocky.
Maybe we can see what Dallas was up to.
- Yeah.
- Seymour was right about Hal living on 12th Street.
- Lucky guess.
- What about that?
Red flashing light, delivery truck getting towed.
- Lucky guess.
- Sandwich and a pickle.
- Seymour's been here, that's all.
- You hear that?
- [groaning]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Strychnine poisoning.
His health, height, and weight delayed the poison's speed.
It caused his muscles to spasm, probably explains the bruising.
- He stumbled off his balcony. The awning caught him.
- He's lucky you guys found him.
- Same poisoning as Nikki.
- Yeah, Nikki, who was roommates with Hal's fiancée.
- I bet Reba slipped a secret ingredient into Hal's cookies.
- Are you doing the cookies-sex metaphor again?
- This time, I mean she poisoned him
because Hal got Nikki pregnant.
- Got it. Yep.
[suspenseful music]
- Did you find anything on Dallas's phone we could use?
- Uh, incoming call at 9:00 p.m.
- He would have still been in the strip club.
- Pearl didn't mention him getting a phone call.
You trace the number? - It was a burner. Sorry.
- Well, someone called and talked to Dallas.
I'm guessing they said something that triggered him.
- So there is something else.
A HomeCam app on the phone was linked to this address.
- What? - You should've led with that.
- Seriously.
- Well, I was trying to build suspense.
- Why?
- This is Casey's house.
- Dallas planted a camera to spy on her.
Anything else? - I swear to God, Rocky.
- Okay, okay.
Uh, there's a video of the night he died.
- [exhales deeply] Give me that.
♪ ♪
I think we're done.
- Reba Bentland, APD!
[tense music]
So many elephants. - Check the bedroom.
- Okay.
- Clear.
- These are fertility meds she's on.
- She's pregnant? - She was.
It's dated a year and a half ago.
- So that's what Seymour meant
when he said she was having female trouble.
[door creaks open, slams shut]
- What the hell?
- Reba! - [gasps]
- Reba, stop! APD!
♪ ♪
- Reba! Stop!
- APD, stop!
Reba!
- [humming faintly]
♪ ♪
- Reba?
Reba, it's Detective Angie Polaski.
I need you to step back here by me.
Reba, we found Hal.
He's alive.
Why don't you come down here and talk to me about it?
- What about my baby?
- Yeah.
Why don't we find somewhere safe,
and you can show me your baby?
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- Nikki was drinking.
I smelled it on her.
I told her to stop, but she just--
- But what?
Reba, what happened?
- I had to make her stop.
I had to.
Nikki didn't deserve to be a mom.
We do, right?
- You--you really wanted to be a mom.
- I'm a good mom.
Right, baby?
Mommy's here.
[gasps, grunts]
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Okay, I need-- we need you to sign this.
- Oh, is that what we need?
- I can sign, if that's what we're talking about.
- Yes, I looked it over.
You can sign them for Detective Ormewood.
- I prefer it when you call me Michael.
- Take care, Detective.
- I know you don't believe me about my visions,
even though they did help solve your case.
- What's your point?
- I saw something else.
It's good, though. It's about you.
You two. - What, me and Joanne?
- Yep.
- Yeah, okay.
Hold on a second.
Go ahead.
- You, Joanne.
Looks like a date.
A park with a little bridge.
- A bridge? Enota Park?
- I guess. Tomorrow at 3:00.
- Okay. I'll try to catch her. - Hold on.
I can tell you what foods to pack.
- I know how to plan a picnic.
- Okay, suit yourself, but bring a blanket.
- Of course. What am I, stupid?
- I don't know. Visions don't show IQ.
The weather's gonna be perfect. Joanne will love it.
Trust me. - Okay.
Thanks.
[soft sensual music]
♪ ♪
- It is over, right?
- Yes. - [exhales]
- What about you?
- All clear.
It's over.
♪ ♪
- I'm gonna take a quick shower.
You want to join?
- Sure.
Just got to check in with Faith first.
- Okay. - Okay.
♪ ♪
Hey, you have a charger?
[shower running]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Stripper glitter.
[hip-hop music]
- ♪ I gotta get it in gold ♪
♪ With ignorant flow ♪
♪ It do not get better than ♪
♪ Them boys be trippin' ♪
- I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Where can I find Pearl?
- I wish I could help.
Her locker was cleared when I got here for my shift today.
- Where'd Pearl go?
- She kept talking about going to Vegas to be a showgirl.
I didn't realize she meant, like, today.
- How long has she been making these plans?
- A month.
She got herself a sugar mama,
gave her $150K to get out of some mess.
I wish I could find me a sugar mama.
You looking?
- ♪ Now the girl got a little fight, yeah ♪
♪ Slide on my opp, I might ♪
♪ ♪
- You're vegan, aren't you?
- I am.
But this tomato, I mean, is this heirloom?
It's great.
It's like a-- it's like a handheld salad.
- How about some wine?
I got a great bottle.
It's-- at least I hope it's great.
It was expensive.
- Yeah, maybe later.
I get migraines.
- I guess I don't know how to plan a picnic after all.
- You wouldn't happen to have a falafel
in that basket, would you?
- Did I screw this up?
- Absolutely not.
I'm just glad you finally called.
I was starting to think maybe that I had imagined our--
- Connection?
No, that was very real-- is very real.
- Good.
Oh, are you cold?
It's gotten colder, right? It's not just me?
- No, I'm freezing.
I should have never listened to--
you know what? It doesn't matter.
You want to go somewhere warm?
- Please. - Okay, sorry.
- [chuckles] - Sorry, it's cold.
Hey, keep going, okay? Don't wait for me!
Shield yourself, Joanne!
- [laughs]
- ♪ Just to hear you ♪
- Can I get two, please? - Two falafels.
- Yeah. Two falafels, thanks.
- Here you are. - Here.
Keep it! - Thank you.
- ♪ While you're far away ♪ - What are the odds?
[singer performing "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing"]
- That--that's like--
oh, boy.
That's my most favorite song.
Like, ever.
- No way. - Way.
I really like you, Michael.
No more of this, like, out of my league talk, okay?
- No. Leagues don't exist.
Banished.
I like you too.
- ♪ I don't want to close my eyes ♪
♪ I don't want to fall asleep ♪
♪ 'Cause I'd miss you, baby ♪
♪ Don't want to miss a thing ♪
♪ Even when I dream of you ♪
♪ The sweetest dream would never do ♪
♪ I'd still miss you, baby ♪
♪ Don't want to miss a thing ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I don't want to close my eyes ♪
♪ I don't want to fall asleep ♪
- Caroline?
- ♪ 'Cause I'd miss you baby ♪
♪ Don't want to miss a thing ♪ - Hey.
Can you take this to the shredder for me?
- You sure you want me to shred all them?
- I am. Thanks.
- ♪ I'd still miss you, babe ♪
♪ Don't want to miss a thing ♪
♪ I don't want to miss a thing ♪
- You are the FBI.
I mean, you're telling me between your agency
and Interpol, you have no sightings of Adelaide Trevens?
How about the-- the kid I met, the Commander?
Any ID on him yet?
[tense music]
Okay. No, no, it has not rung yet.
That's my hope as well.
Thank you. Yep.
♪ ♪
- That's the last of the books.
- That was fast.
- Needed a new start.
Atlanta's got a lot of memories.
- You and Pearl headed to Vegas,
or are you done using her too?
- Uh, you guys want to take a quick break?
- Sure, we're almost loaded anyway.
- I didn't use you, Amanda.
- You knew I was GBI.
You knew I'd understand your pain.
So you invited me here to see Dallas's violence firsthand.
But it was Pearl who threw the rock through the window.
Yeah, tell her to ease up on the glitter next time.
- Let me explain.
- No, no, I got it.
You paid Pearl to manipulate Dallas
and then lie to my agents about it.
Oh, he didn't just up and leave the club that night.
You called him from a burner phone.
What did you say to make him so upset?
- You think that man ever needed an excuse?
He was gonna kill me eventually.
No one was gonna stop that, not even you.
- Oh, you're trying to justify murder now?
- I used what little resources I had to save my own life.
What we have, it's a good thing.
Nothing that has happened undoes it.
- It's all undone.
You lied.
You didn't even tell me you were leaving town.
- So what if I did? What were you gonna do?
I wasn't going to make you carry this too.
- Oh, please!
You're leaving now because you care about what happens to me?
- I do. I really--
- Don't!
Don't.
Unlike you, I have unlimited resources.
I can come after you.
- The case is closed, Amanda.
If you reopen it, you're gonna have to admit
that it happened under your watch.
Think about your reputation, your career.
- So you think my only options are
throw away everything I work for
or to let you get away with this?
- I wish we had another option.
Do we?
- No.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪