WILL: Previously onWill Trent...
Our killer keeps 'em alive approximately 48 hours,
then he finishes 'em off and dumps 'em.
Were you able to get a look at him?
[choking, coughing] Not really--smelled good.
But it was, like, a hand lotion or something.
The link between the old murders and the recent ones--it's you.
One of the women the killer took, back in the '80s--
-she was your mother. -What was her name?
AMANDA: Lucy Morales.
You got a date for your internal review board?
ANGIE: Yeah, it's tomorrow.
Detective Polaski wouldn't miss this, Captain.
WILL: Angie?
[suspenseful music]
♪
[camera shutters slamming]
[dramatic music]
♪
AMANDA: We have no comment.
"The Tailor"? Who came up with that?
That's a stupid name.
FAITH: He disconnected the Wi-Fi.
That's why the security system and the cameras were off.
And what I can't figure out is why she didn't run.
There was a struggle in the kitchen.
It seems like she could've gotten away.
Is he okay?
FAITH: He's fine-- just give him a minute.
Will, Paul Campano's on his way.
He's gonna take you to his house.
♪
I forgot my tape recorder.
What?
[louder] I forgot my tape recorder.
My routine was off--
sleepin' on the couch 'cause Angie was here.
I took Betty to work.
I had to pack her kibble and leash.
I forgot my tape recorder.
It was--it was right here in this bowl,
next to Angie's gun.
We'll help you find it.
No. No! I--
She left something for us.
What'd you do, Angie?
She was listening to music.
["Show Me Love" by Robin S. playing]
She played this crap in the car all the time.
♪
She was psyching herself up for the hearing.
She was gonna make it.
Of course she was.
♪
She was dressed except for shoes.
SINGER: [vocalizing]
♪
♪ Yeah, yeah
ANGIE: [sighs]
SINGER: ♪ You've got to show me
Ugh, okay.
Let's go not get fired.
What do you think, Betty?
-[whimpers] -SINGER: ♪ Promises
♪ I've had more than my share ♪
ANGIE: Mm, luckily for me, it's not up to you.
WILL: She had a few minutes to make a snack.
Have we got time to eat?
WILL: Some point, the security system goes dark.
SINGER: ♪ Nowhere
WILL: She heads to the kitchen.
SINGER: ♪ What I need is somebody ♪
♪ Who really cares
♪
WILL: She starts to make a sandwich.
[sighs]
WILL: There's no time,
so she just goes in for the peanut butter.
SINGER: ♪ It's been so long
♪ Since I touched a wanting hand ♪
♪
I know.
[barking]
[gasps]
[grunting]
WILL: She gets in a hit.
Killer backs off.
♪
She made it to the door.
And that's what I'm saying. Why didn't she just run for it?
Exactly--why didn't she? Where's Paul?
Right here, buddy.
-Smell Betty. -PAUL: Why?
Just do it.
♪
That's him. Tha--that's the smell!
I know it from somewhere.
SINGER: ♪ Getting caught up
WILL: Killer had Betty.
That's why she stopped-- to save her.
♪
SINGER: ♪ What I really need is
WILL: They went for the gun. They wrestled.
ANGIE: [grunts]
-KILLER: [screams] -Hold my dog.
SINGER: ♪ Don't you promise me the world ♪
Betty bit him. She couldn't make it to the gun.
Phone was in the bedroom.
But she grabbed the tape recorder.
[softly] Run, Betty. Go, go, go.
SINGER: ♪ Speak louder
-[panting] -[lock clicks]
[whispers] Here, here.
WILL: She puts Betty in the hamper,
looks for a hiding place.
[killer bangs on door]
[percussive beat]
♪
[bang]
Um, medium build, um--
-[bang] -6', Caucasian, blue eyes.
Keep your eye on the ball, Will.
-[killer shouts] -[door crashes]
♪
[sighs]
That's my girl.
I'm gonna find you.
[banging on door, killer grunting]
KILLER: You bitch!
[dramatic music]
WILL: Thanks to Detective Polaski,
we have a description of the killer.
We also know he has a small dog bite
somewhere on his body.
We know what he smells like,
and we also know what he sounds like
when he's screaming the word "bitch."
He's got Angie.
If he stays on schedule, we got less than 42 hours.
Let's get to work. I'm back on this case.
Of course.
♪
[door clicks shut]
♪
Donna Mary Halston was the first victim?
EVELYN: Yes, we found her on our beat in an alley.
She was dumped?
She was staged:
hands over her chest,
nails done bright red.
Jane Delray was next?
Yeah, a couple of blocks south,
the same pose, same red nails,
but we didn't know that at the time.
Then...
Lucy Morales.
♪
It's the first picture I've ever seen of my mother.
AMANDA: She was great, Will. Just real special--
No, we're not doing that now.
You've had over 15 years to tell me who my mother was.
Lucy was the third one taken and the last one found.
The unique thing about her was how long he kept her,
and he technically didn't kill her.
She died in childbirth.
So technically, I killed her?
She was in a dirty room,
tied down without a doctor.
He killed her.
♪
He kept her longer because he liked her.
Lucy, your mother--
she had on red fingernail polish
the last time we saw her.
She said it was a client.
Good thing you didn't follow up on that.
You know, I'm not gonna keep explaining myself to you.
Some girls mentioned a gold Jaguar cruising around
during lunch rush,
but Butch and Rick-- they weren't interested
in tracking it down.
I'd like to speak to Detective Bonnie and Landry
as soon as possible. Can you two arrange that?
Cancer got Landry in the '90s,
and I'm sure we can find Butch Bonnie
in whatever bottle he's crawled into.
[sighs]
Do you know who my father is?
I do not.
She wouldn't say.
[shuddering musical sting]
[phone rings]
Detective Bonnie, we saw that car again.
Oh, right,
the one you said was suspicious?
He was just stopped, watching the girls from a distance,
then sped off as soon as he saw we noticed him.
-No plates. -There's something there.
I--I just--I can feel it.
Oh?
Well, why didn't you just say so?
She can feel it, Rick. We gotta get on this.
You are such a jerk.
You're out of your league, rookie.
Women's intuition isn't gonna find this guy.
We will.
I wouldn't trust you to find your own ass in a snowstorm.
♪
What did you say, you little slut?
It's not women's intuition.
It's a cop's hunch.
You ever had one?
I feel it in my gut, not between my legs.
Stay out of our case,
or you willfeel something between your legs.
[scoffs]
♪
Wow, you are turning into one fierce son of a bitch.
Lucy's still out there.
We gon' find that car.
ORMEWOOD: I'm sorry for the late hours.
FAITH: Yes, ma'am. Anything you could tell us--
ORMEWOOD: No, I know you already talked to some uniforms, sir,
but I have some--
damn. Don't worry about it!
It's just my partner. It's only a human life.
God, people are garbage.
I can't comment on the Tailor, ma'am.
I'm just calling to see if there was anything unusual
-in your neighborhood prior to-- -[phone ringing]
-ORMEWOOD: Detective Ormewood. -A gold Jaguar, really?
Did you happen to get a license plate?
ORMEWOOD: Oh, thanks for returning my call.
No, I don't guess I would stop with two grocery bags
and a Great Dane either.
A gold Jaguar?
Yes, that's very helpful.
What?
Oh, we're gonna catch the guy, ma'am.
Just stay vigilant and be aware of your surroundings, okay?
Have a good night.
-Gold Jaguar? -Gold Jaguar.
-Did you get a plate? -Nope.
[sighs] It's been seven hours.
I'm putting out a BOLO.
[phone ringing]
It's Will.
-What do you have? -FAITH: We've got witnesses
placing the gold Jaguar
near several of the recent victims' homes.
No plates.
It was a gold Jaguar spotted in '86 too.
Keep looking, even a partial plate will help.
Where are you?
I'm at the site where they found Brooke Miller's body.
Killer's used it before.
FAITH: He likes to repeat himself.
No. It's a dumb spot to dump a body.
He's flashy, arrogant.
First time, he wanted to be seen.
The second time,
he was just reminding us that he got away with it.
Okay, so he's emotionally involved,
and he likes attention. What else?
WILL: We know the connection
between the present-day victims is me.
We can't assume the connection
to the old victims was just what they did for money.
There's gotta be something in all those boxes of files.
I'll go through them.
Definitely'd be faster. Thank you.
FAITH: I'm on it.
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
Trent.
DISTORTED VOICE: I'm right behind you, Trashcan.
[engine revving]
-Where is she? -[tires squeal]
[dramatic music]
♪
[panting]
I don't care what time it is.
-Wake them up! -ORMEWOOD: I'm on it, okay?
-What else do you need? -[Betty whimpering]
Expand offline research for gold Jaguars, new model,
to retail and rental agencies,
and subpoena every camera within three miles.
-[mouthwash swishes] -You okay?
-That a real question? -Oh, I guess not.
Oh, I know this smell. [inhales]
I swear to God, I'ma figure it out.
You have any ideas?
WILL: Killer targeted the kids we grew up with
to get my attention, because he blames me
for killing my mother.
He wants to punish me. I think he thinks he loved her.
But I don't think he was at the site tonight
because he was following me.
He's cleaning something up,
which means he's making mistakes,
which means I'm gon' catch him.
Ylang Ylang? I said no floral notes.
You can hold your breath for ten minutes.
You can't follow simple directions?
I'm trying to catch a killer.
You on drugs?
Yes.
The situation calls for it.
I don't have time to babysit you, Paul.
No one's asking you to--
hence the Navy SEAL bodyguards, geez.
You haven't even said hello to your stupid dog.
-[Betty whimpering] -[sighs]
Come here, Betty. I got you, girl.
Oh, yeah, I am so sorry.
Can I just say what is happening here
is really messed up, and that's me saying it.
I'm so proud of what you did, you know that?
I'll be back soon, I promise.
[dramatic music]
You're gonna kill this guy, right?
I don't know.
♪
I'ma figure out that smell.
That's helpful. Stop taking pills.
[exhales]
[inhales]
Butch Bonnie always was a grandstander.
I don't understand why we're waiting.
-Why don't we just go to him? -[laughs]
Mandy Wagner, look at you behind that desk.
It's like Take Your Daughter to Work day.
How's your liver, big guy?
-[laughs] -I'm Special Agent Will Trent.
Glad you could make it. I'd like to dive right in.
Yeah, sure, uh--
well, it sounds like you ladies got yourselves a copycat, huh?
We no longer think Juice was responsible.
WILL: We've been reviewing your case file.
Lots of leaps in the investigation.
We wanna make sure no suspects were overlooked.
Wait, you're second-guessing me?
Yes, we are.
My CIs were solid.
We took that twisted psycho off the street.
Dead whores stopped showing up looking like Raggedy Ann.
You seem to not have a problem at all
with what happened to them.
I didn't really come here
to talk about my opinion on whores.
I'm sorry--hookers.
♪
What happened to your hand-- dog bite?
Cut myself working in my garage.
WILL: Your eyes are blue.
You're about what, 6'?
Yeah. I'm also a Pisces.
Where were you last night?
What's going on?
I called you in here because I was eager
to speak to the lead detective on the case in the '80s,
but now I'm just trying to figure out
if you're sloppy, lazy, dumb,
or guilty.
Amanda, you better handle your boy.
Who better to frame Julius?
I'm calling my lawyer and my union rep.
You're gonna regret this.
You two never liked Butch for this?
No.
WILL: He fits the killer's description,
and he's definitely hiding something.
He's a misogynist prick who liked shortcuts,
but he also puked at crime scenes.
Everybody called him Ralph behind his back.
The guy we're looking for is prepared, meticulous,
capable of sewing a woman's mouth shut
-while she's still alive. -[tapping on door]
We got something.
A mission at Piedmont Heights
kept coming up in old case notes.
I got a list of contacts from back then,
and we have a witness.
Here?
You gotta be careful with this one.
♪
WILL: Ms. Treadwell?
Thank you for coming to speak with us.
We understand you have some information to share.
[dramatic music]
♪
This all started with me.
KITTY: I brought that.
I don't know.
I knew some of the girls,
so I thought maybe...
Anything can help.
You're very brave to be here.
Thank you for coming in.
Did you know her?
[dramatic music]
♪
Can I have this photo?
She was my mother.
Of course.
Look,
I knew I should've said something
back then, and...
[sighs]
I just couldn't.
You're doing a great job.
You're with the three people in the world who truly know
what that guy is capable of.
No, you don't. You don't.
This guy's had a hold on you for 35 years.
Help us. You can get your life back.
My life stopped
the moment
I got in that car.
Do you remember what it looked like?
Gold.
Nice.
He told me to...
get in the back,
tie something around my eyes,
took me somewhere.
I mean, the johns--you know, they got their things.
So when he started choking me,
I just waited for him to finish.
But he did it again.
And I screamed.
And then he...
he sewed
my mouth shut.
[sobs] He...
How did you get away?
KITTY: He left,
and I didn't hear that click, the lock on the door.
So I just crawled,
and I broke a window,
and I pushed my body through the glass,
and I ran
and ran.
He wasn't gonna make that mistake again, huh?
[sobs]
Kitty, we have a suspect.
We'd like to do a lineup.
We can assign protection for you.
No. No way.
No, I--I wanna go home.
WILL: He has someone right now.
She's tough like you.
You two, you don't break like other people.
You keep going on despite everything.
You're not listening!
He won't stop
until he wants to!
[dramatic music]
[coughing]
♪
If you're looking for tears
or a scream, you're not gonna get it.
I don't know who you think you took.
♪
[footsteps walking away]
[sniffles]
[door slams shut, lock clicks]
[exhales]
Come on, Polaski.
[muffled footsteps walking]
♪
-Stairs... -[door clicks shut]
Turn right, ten steps,
door.
Stairs, turn right,
ten steps,
door.
Stairs,
turn right,
ten steps,
door.
Hey, you need to see this.
ORMEWOOD: It was in with that attorney's notes.
The one who defended Juice.
FAITH: It's a note to "Look into Detective Butch Bonnie
for assaulting prostitutes."
We need to bring him in.
No, Evelyn and I will go talk to James.
I want you three to go find Butch and sit on him
until I call for confirmation.
Don't make a move until I call you.
I mean it.
[oldies rock playing]
♪
Ladies. Two visits in one week--
how'd I get so lucky?
Don't ever change, James.
Can we have a moment?
Well, Amanda,
I--I--I could spend a lifetime with you,
-but I'm with a client, so-- -Care to dance...?
-Bruce. -EVELYN: Bruce.
Bruce, you gon' make me ask you twice?
Mm, never dream of it.
["What'd I Say" by Ray Charles playing]
♪
[laughs] She's a smoothie.
SINGER: ♪ Treat me wrong
♪ Come and love your daddy all night long ♪
I have some questions for you about Butch Bonnie.
SINGER: ♪ Hey, hey
♪
♪ All right
Faith, you have eyes on him?
FAITH: Yeah, eyes still working.
He's on his fifth drink and second helping.
I would not wanna be his colon tonight.
ORMEWOOD: Yeah. Toilet's gonna be its own crime scene.
Hey, you guys should pull back a few rows.
Your vehicles don't exactly blend.
Good. I want him to know I'm watching.
Now quit the chatter. I don't want any surprises.
-Who the hell are you? -PERSON: Got your order.
SINGER: ♪ Tell your mama
I didn't order anything.
ORMEWOOD: Just take the food, Trent.
Wait, you ordered us Postmates?
ORMEWOOD: You're damn right I did,
'cause you can't spell "stakeout" without "takeout."
We're not on a picnic.
Hey, when's the last time you ate?
Look, I'll eat after we arrest Butch.
ORMEWOOD: Will, we're gonna find her.
Kay? Decide that,
and then put some fuel on the tank.
and...
I miss her too.
SINGER: ♪ What'd I say?
♪
♪ All right
Listen, I got an APD officer kidnapped.
-Tell me what you know. -Okay.
But you have to keep in mind, it was a different time.
I was representing prostitutes,
and you could not go up against the APD.
I did what I could.
I got Butch transferred out of Vice.
James, spit it out.
♪
SINGER: ♪ What'd I say?
♪
♪ All right
♪
♪ Well, tell me what'd I say, hey ♪
[car engine turns over]
♪ Tell me what'd I say right now ♪
Faith, let's give him a squeeze.
Copy.
SINGER: ♪ Yeah, I want to know right now, yeah ♪
♪ Baby, I wanna know
♪ Baby, I wanna know, yeah
[tires squealing]
-I--I--I--I--I--I-- -[indistinct chatter]
-PERSON: Do it again. -SINGER: Wait--wait a minute.
I--I--wait--wait a minute. Wait--ho--hold up--ho--hold!
Hold!
Not crazy about this.
What's this fool doing?
-SINGER: ♪ Oh -ALL: ♪ Oh
Gun!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
SINGERS: [alternating ohs]
Yeah?
I got one of those too, asshat.
-ALL: ♪ Time -SINGER:♪Say it one more time
Some of my clients said Butch
liked to use his badge for freebies.
You know, if you don't get in the car, you go to jail.
If you do, you get...
Raped. It's called "rape."
Plus, he liked to get rough.
How rough?
He liked choking them--
repeatedly, like a-- it was a sex thing,
not a murder thing, although, I'm not sure
the girls could appreciate the difference.
Look, I would've handled it much differently today.
I wouldn't be surprised if he's still doing it.
SINGER: ♪ Uh
Drop the gun, Butch!
-You got it all wrong! -Then drop the gun!
SINGER: ♪ Uh, uh
-[gunshot fires] -[bullet clanks]
Oh, no. No, no, no.
You're not taking me in.
-You got a shot? -Yeah.
WILL: Could you bee-sting him from that distance?
I can trim his nose hairs from this distance.
Amanda, I have thought about this for years.
SINGERS: ♪ Make me feel all right
He's a monster.
Just let it go, Trent!
SINGERS: ♪ Make me feel all right
-They're only hookers! -ALL: ♪Make me feel all right
SINGER: ♪ Make me feel all right
Take him.
-[gunshot] -[screams]
ALL: ♪ Make me feel all right
[medical device beeping]
[yells] Where is he?
There was nothing at Butch's house.
-I need to talk to him now. -He just got out of surgery.
You're not gonna get anything.
Oh, I'll get something.
We got him, okay?
Will, they found another body in Bankhead.
Angie?
We don't know.
Female, Caucasian, red nails.
[sirens whooping]
[dramatic music]
I'm so sorry, Kitty.
♪
I promised her she'd get her life back.
How the hell did this happen?
Security detail says that Kitty had a panic attack
and fled the safehouse, but didn't make it home.
This was after we had Butch in our custody.
Then why did Butch run?
Because he's a rapist.
♪
[phone ringing]
DISTORTED VOICE: The one that got away.
I just couldn't help myself.
I hate loose ends.
You didn't have to do this.
All right, you want me, just come for me.
-I'm right here! -[phone line clicks]
♪
[sighs]
Come on!
Worthless, stupid,
trash!
[sighs]
[pensive music]
♪
LUCY: Hey, sugar.
♪
You can't let anger get the best of you.
♪
Then I'd never get anything done.
[chuckles]
My boy...
Look at you.
I messed up so, so badly.
That poor woman...
-I should've... -LUCY: Shh, stop that.
It won't help.
♪
I have so many questions.
♪
Where were you from?
♪
What did you smell like?
♪
Do you have a name for me?
♪
I hope I made you proud.
♪
You did.
You do.
♪
We passed the 48-hour mark hours ago.
What if she's dead?
What if he gets away with all of it?
-LUCY: Hmm... -[sighs]
LUCY: I'm so sorry, baby.
I know it's been hard.
But if anyone can do it, it's you.
♪
Any chance you can tell me who he is?
[chuckles]
Yeah.
That's what I thought.
LUCY: What I can give you is this.
Everyone else looks at things from left to right,
top to bottom.
Yeah, it must be nice.
LUCY: What, being regular?
Nah.
You're special.
[chuckles]
LUCY: I hate that anyone ever made you feel like you weren't.
[sighs]
LUCY: I'm so sorry I missed everything.
♪
Me too.
♪
He took you away from me.
And now he has Angie.
♪
Then go get her back.
♪
What am I missing?
Everyone looks at things left to right,
top to bottom.
♪
[sighs]
♪
Huh.
[suspenseful music]
♪
BOTH: [grunting]
♪
[grunts]
♪
KILLER: Angie!
♪
[number pad beeping]
[phone line trilling]
[phone ringing]
Trent.
♪
Hello?
♪
Hello, James.
♪
This all just got very interesting.
[soft suspenseful music]
I'm alone. Where is she?
You know, there was a third condition.
A conversation--about what?
Whatever we want.
Ask me anything.
Where's Angie?
Hmph, that's boring. She's here.
She's fine--
sort of.
♪
[sighs] Will's not answering.
Faith hasn't heard from him either.
You know, maybe he found something,
went off on his own like we did.
This cannot end the way it did the last time.
We won't let that happen.
I solved it. I got him!
-Where's Will? -What do you have,
-Mr. Campano? -The smell!
Ah, I couldn't place it,
but then I ordered dry-aged wagyu from By George,
and, by George...
[chuckles] I got it.
The men's room--the soap!
The lotion--that's the killer.
I mean, that's the smell of the killer.
By George, the steak house.
Where you can always find James Ulster having lunch.
It's a wonderful limoncello from Catania,
excellent for digesting
bad news.
I don't drink.
Ah, disciplined. Hmm.
Ah, good for you.
You know, I really thought the Butch thing would work.
He was the perfect patsy,
even better than Juice.
This was all so much easier in the '80s,
but we have to be
nimble,
don't we, hmm?
Pivot.
What was it, by the way?
[chuckling] How did you know?
The note you slipped inside the case files.
It was supposedly written December of '86,
yet it left a wet ink stain on the back of a page
dated three months later.
Ah.
Why her?
Why my mother?
You mean my Lucy.
She was different from the others:
Softer, sweeter.
She only screamed a little at the beginning.
We were very happy together.
We would talk for hours all about her hopes,
her dreams, her family,
That crazy brother of hers--ooh.
That family was bonkers.
You ever get invited to Thanksgiving,
bring your gun. [chuckles]
Are you my father?
Mm, what kind of a father
would throw his own son into the garbage?
Where is she?
Ah. [clears throat]
I suppose we should--mm.
Get on with it, hmm?
It's this way.
WILL: Angie...
JAMES: No, no, she won't answer you.
I bashed in her skull and her spine, so I--
What do you want?
I watched my Lucy give birth to you
and die.
Now I wanna watch you watch her die,
and we'll call it even.
[both grunting]
[dramatic music]
♪
I'm not done with you. Get up.
♪
[indistinct radio chatter]
Look at this place,
and tell me that wasn't his car parked outside.
EVELYN: Just let me call someone.
[grunts]
[panting]
Go, I'm okay.
APD--stop!
[gunshots]
[tires squeal]
♪
[both grunting]
♪
Look at me.
Look at me!
♪
[gun cocks]
ANGIE: Will...
Will...
♪
Angie.
♪
Easy, easy, easy.
You took your sweet time.
WILL: How bad is it, huh?
What--what do you got, a concussion?
Who's the lead singer of Concrete Blonde?
Johnette Napolitano.
Stroke--move your tongue side-to-side.
Spine--move your fingers.
-Your toes too. -[distant sirens wailing]
Help is on the way.
♪
Will...
[gasping, grunts]
♪
James Ulster...
I'm arresting you for the murders
of Donna Mary Halston,
Jane Delray,
Veronica Wylie,
Susan McBride,
Kathryn Elizabeth Treadwell,
Brooke Miller,
Edward Ross,
David Reynolds.
♪
I'm so sorry, Lucy.
♪
And my mother,
Lucy Morales.
[choking]
No.
No!
No.
This is not how this ends.
-[door bangs] -OFFICER: Police!
WILL: You don't get to do this. Come on!
-Breathe, asshole! -OFFICER: Go, go, go, go.
Wake up!
APD! APD!
WILL: You don't get to die like this!
AMANDA: Get EMS!
-OFFICER: Clear! -No!
It's okay. It's all right.
-No! -It's all right.
It's over.
♪
Where's the baby?
What?
I gotta find it.
♪
Damn it.
[baby crying]
♪
[sobs]
♪
[crying]
♪
[smooches]
[crying]
I got you, baby.
I got you.
You're safe.
Okay? I got you.
[sobs]
[baby wails]
[medical device beeping]
[soft dramatic music]
Wherever you are, James,
I hope it's a hellscape.
♪
EVELYN: It's over.
♪
-ORMEWOOD: Is she okay? -How is she?
DR. BRIDGES: Ms. Polaski is out of surgery.
We did an emergency decompression
and stabilized her spine.
Once the swelling goes down,
we'll know more about the extent of the nerve damage.
What, you mean paralysis?
Not necessarily.
But possibly?
For now, she's stable.
I'll take that.
Thank you, Doctor.
♪
I think I'm gonna head home,
maybe see the kids before they forget what I look like.
♪
Keep you posted.
♪
We'll get through this. We always do.
♪
Hey, Mom.
You ready to go? I parked in the garage.
Mm, you go. Um, I'll call a ride.
Something I need to take care of.
Did you know Amanda's father was police?
I did not.
Guess it makes sense.
Evelyn, I'm not very good company right now.
Everybody called him Duke,
but his given name was Wilbur.
And her mother died when Amanda was still young.
Her name was Martha.
Her maiden name was Trent.
♪
What are you telling me?
It was Amanda who found you.
What?
[scoffs]
Amanda found me?
Why didn't she ever say anything?
Because of what happened after.
Mandy took you home with her that night.
Three weeks, you lived with her.
Every day, she said she'd give you to CPS,
and every day, she didn't.
She just couldn't give you up.
She bought you a brand-new crib.
[chuckles] Tried to pretend it was secondhand,
but I could see right through her.
She was planning a life with you.
Then she just had a change of mind?
Absolutely not.
No.
It was the '80s,
and single women couldn't adopt babies
on their own back then.
Losing you broke her heart.
So she gave you the only thing she could.
Your name.
[sighs]
And she thought there was a family lined up.
Oh, a family?
Right. [scoffs]
Look, I don't know what happened.
It must've fallen through.
I know you're angry, but that wasn't Mandy's fault.
She thought you were gonna be okay.
That turned out not to be the case.
She didn't know that.
And so 19 years later,
you and Amanda found each other?
When I was arrested.
Yes.
Out of all the police stations you could've ended up in?
I'm sorry, but the two of you--
you're connected.
Amanda Wagner
is one proud bitch.
The job gave her
a bad temper and a hard heart.
But she...
She is your family.
♪
I know this is a lot to take in.
[sighs]
Good night, Special Agent Will Trent.
♪
[vending machine whirs]
Do you want coffee?
♪
[vending machine beeps]
[vending machine whirs, clicks]
[coffee pouring]
♪
Thank you.
♪
This belongs to you.
♪
[chiming noises]
[bubbles gurgling]