Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. I've never done this before…
Going home with someone I just met.
Did you know when I walked into the bar that this was gonna happen?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Yeah.
I could see you looking at me.
I wanted to fuck you right there.
Oh, my God, I don't know anything about you.
What's your name?
- Kevin. - What?
- Kevin. - Kevin?
Yeah.
Kevin, what do you do for work?
I was just fired.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Stealing work office supplies.
White-collar stuff.
- Sorry, I can't do this. - Okay.
I can't do it. I suck at role play.
- No, it's okay. Just… I think… I think-- - It just takes me out of it.
I find role-playing so stu… goofy.
- God, dude! - I can't do it.
- I was, like, fucking right there. - I can't do it.
- You were? - Yes, please.
- We can make this work. - We can?
- Yes, you're-- Yes, yes. - With the Kevin shit?
You're… You're desperate.
And you're unemployed.
- It's not hot. - And I'm a big, important headhunter.
Okay.
And you're gonna tell me about your special skills, Kevin.
I'm proficient at Photoshop.
And?
I'm a B+ at Excel.
Okay. And?
Good at sex stuff.
Sex stuff?
Could we just do it?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's good.
It's a race. It's a race. It's a race.
It's a race.
We got two different shoes!
I got it. You want blue star or you want pink?
- Blue me, baby. - Here you go.
- Okay, fruit snacks? - Got 'em.
There we go.
Yeah.
All right, which Target are we going to?
- The good one. - Great.
- Fuck. - Easy, Karl.
Almost ruined my motherfucking day.
- Jesus. - Caleb, can you move? We have to go.
Hey, guys.
- Anybody want a beer? - No.
No, we're running late.
Hazel, what about you? Extra cold.
Stop. Stop it.
We are very late for something though, so we've got to go.
Yeah.
Yeah. No, I got you.
Thank you. Great.
Well, have a blessed day.
I'm gonna back up. Do you want… I mean, you're very close.
You got space, bud.
- I'll get the gift. - Okay, I'll get the card.
What about that ball?
Pick up some party stuff.
There. Hey, that's--
Sorry.
Actually, do you gift wrap?
You're in Target, sir.
- Right, yeah. - I got you.
- Great, thanks. - $141.99.
Jesus, Karl. Isn't this kid, like, seven years old?
Yeah, but it's my boss's kid.
So if he likes it, then you get a better parking spot?
No, but if you want to impress the guys, you gotta play the game, Paula.
That is some Martha Stewart shit.
Looks good.
You take the price tag off?
Yeah. Pretty sure.
You gotta be sure sure.
- You sure sure? - Really?
You should probably just look over there
'cause there's nothing to see here.
- It was on? - This is just part of the box.
Great. One job, pal.
Yeah. Yeah, one job.
Can you activate party mode?
Activated.
How long do you think you wanna stay?
Well, I really want to get some good face time with Bryce,
so maybe a couple hours. Can you do that?
Yeah, I'm just thinking about Hazel.
She's good. Party mode activated, right?
- Yeah. - Good.
It'll be fun, right?
And if you hit a wall, let's have a safe word.
Let's have it… Let's have it be "raisins."
All right…
- Party mode activated. - Party mode activated.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
Okay, I got it. I got it.
- Hey, good to see you. - Good to see you.
- Welcome. Come on in. - Yeah, thanks.
We've got the… birthday chaos is back there.
You know my wife, Kirsten?
Yes. My God. What a beautiful house, Kirsten.
- It's Kirsten. - I think I said that.
Kirsten.
Karl, let's make sure to connect later, yeah?
- Love it, yeah. Thank you. - Karl!
Lucas!
You already have drinks.
Kirsten.
Okay. Got it right that time.
- Hi. - Hey, you know Lucas and Ron, right?
- From the design studio with me. - Hey.
- Yeah. - And you remember Mallory, of course.
- Hi! You made it. - Hi.
Yeah. Of course.
Why wouldn't I?
I thought… I don't know, Karl mentioned something.
You wanna show me where you got that drink?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
- Do you mind grabbing me one? Thanks. - Sure.
I'm not actually drinking.
I just needed to go to the bathroom and didn't want Lucas to picture me peeing.
- Is he one of those? - Oh, yeah.
Like, his photo should be duct-taped to the wall in HR.
I'll catch you later.
Yeah, but full disclosure,
I will be picturing you peeing.
What?
- Are you okay? - No.
Mommy, I need your help. Come on.
Yeah.
Mom.
What's your favorite kind of thing to paint?
…birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Adam
Happy birthday to you
Okay.
Come on, stinky butt. Let's go.
…so I believe that to be true.
Hey, Karl.
- Hey. - This one's ready to go.
My tummy hurts, but my mouth wants more cake.
Okay, I barely connected with Bryce. I can't go right now.
I know. But, hey, I guess you were too busy doing other stuff.
- What does that even mean? - Nothing.
- I just… Yeah. - Okay.
She's done and I'm ready too.
Okay, well, I can't be the first one to leave 'cause that's a bad look, right?
Well, the creepy Lucas guy just left, like, 20 minutes ago, so--
Okay, Paula, it's a work thing, babe.
Yeah, I could really use some raisins.
It's not really time for raisins right now.
- This is a bad-- - Is "raisins" your safe word?
At work, Karl and I say "ficus" when we want out of a meeting.
Okay.
My safe word with my wife is, "You're in trouble."
Okay.
That's funny, yeah. Okay.
- All right. - Bye, everybody.
- Bye. - Bye, guys.
Hey, I'll see you at home. I'll take an Uber.
Good night, Haze.
Love ya.
You're so funny.
…said, "Yeah, we'll do it."
You have, like, something…
Do you wanna make a wish?
- It is not. - Be honest.
- It is not. - Mine is.
I don't even want to hear that.
- One second. - Yeah.
Hey, what's up?
What? Are you okay?
Is Hazel okay?
Okay, all right, just stay calm. I'll be… I'll be… I'll be right home, okay?
All right.
- Holy shit. - What?
She got in a car accident.
- What? - Yeah, but I don't have…
- Could you possibly-- Okay. - Yeah, I'll drive you.
Hey, you okay?
What happened, Paula?
Hey.
Is he dead?
What the fuck happened?
He came out of nowhere.
I didn't see him.
- I tried to stop. - Wait, is he dead?
Where's Hazel?
She's inside. She's fine. She didn't see anything.
She was asleep.
And, I mean, what do we do?
Do we… Do we…
Do we call an ambulance?
- Do we call the police? - Oh, my God.
- Do we… Do we… Do we… - Oh, my God.
- Okay. Here's what we do. - Like, I don't know,
- because he wasn't breathing. - Paula. Paula. Paula.
Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.
You need to go inside. You need to relax.
Pour yourself a big glass of wine, drink the whole thing, okay?
You need to relax. We will call 911.
- Okay? Okay? Sit down. - Okay. Yeah.
I don't think she should be drinking wine right now.
- I don't know why she's here. - Just please let her fucking help us.
- I'm so confused about why she's here. - I just drove him home.
- Let her help. - I drove him home.
- Why the fuck is she here? - Let her fucking help us.
- The wine-- - Why do you want her to drink right now?
Because, if there's a toxicology report,
it will explain why there's alcohol in her system.
- She had drinks at the party, right? - Oh, my God.
- She could go to jail. - It's okay.
- We're gonna take care of it. - I don't want you to be part of this.
- You don't… No, this is… - It's okay. I wanna help.
- This is my mess. This isn't yours. - I wanna help.
It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna make a phone call.
Look, she was just protecting our daughter.
That's all she was doing. You know, she's in shock now.
She goes… This guy, he's totally unstable. He's got a record.
There is no need to traumatize her any further.
This guy jumped out in her driveway in the dark.
They were coming from a kid's birthday party, for Christ's sake.
I'm telling you, Greg, it was just an accident.
It was the worst day of my life.
Worst day of his life.
But it was an accident.
It must say that in the… in the police report.
It says accident. Doesn't say much else.
Weird they didn't check your blood alcohol. Pretty standard.
What does any of this have to do with Trevor's murder?
Maybe nothing.
Maybe something.
We found it at the murder scene.
Your prints were on it.
That's my daughter's.
I must have dropped it when I ran away.
Why do you even bring it?
I thought you just wanted to talk to Trevor.
I did. I don't know.
It…
It was a scary situation.
Where are you going with this?
Just trying to get a little clarity,
but it's hard when you're withholding information.
I wasn't withholding. I forgot.
He wasn't killed with a hockey stick, right?
Did you even look into that banking stuff I sent you?
I did.
And the account is registered to a Mr. Jeffrey Thorwald.
Great. Talk to him.
I'd love to.
Sadly, Mr. Thorwald is more commonly known as Trevor.
So, that's a dead end.
Which brings us back to you.
Why? Why back to me? What…
I thought you were supposed to be helping me,
and now you're bad cop… bad-copping me.
Do you like tea?
What?
- I hate tea. - When I'm upset, I drink tea.
It brings me clarity.
Go home,
make yourself a hot cup of chamomile,
and you'll see things more clearly.
And then we'll talk again.
We'll see you.
Real soon.
She skated that thing in Portland.
Maybe it was a DWI.
But it's still hard to connect the dots to strangling a camboy.
DWI? More like manslaughter.
And now there's a second dead body.
She came in ready to beat the camboy with a hockey stick.
Things took a turn. She choked him out.
I'm not there yet.
Well, I am. Hurry up.
I'm getting tired of waiting for you.
I have the news of the millennium.
I found Paula's camboy.
Oh, my God.
- I know. - No way. You hacked your co-worker.
- Amazing. - Okay, meet Trevor.
- Real name, Jeff. - No, I am not… I'm not looking.
- Too early for dick pics. - It's not a dick pic.
- Okay, so Trevor… - Okay.
…was born in Lake City, Florida.
He went to St. Mary High.
Played bass in a band, cashiered at Chick-fil-A, as you do,
and then started sex work.
Okay. That's…
I said no dick pics, so…
Yeah, but do you notice anything weird about it?
- No. - Yeah, me neither.
I just wanted to make sure you got a good look.
- So here's where it gets juicy. - Okay. It already looked juicy.
His most recent IG post is from about two months ago,
but the comments are from the past 24 hours.
Broken heart emojis, "#missyouforever."
Oh, yeah, that's a lot of prayer hands.
Yeah, never good.
- So, is he, like… - Yep.
Scamboy is dead.
I…
I can't believe this is happening.
Take your time.
After dinner, I just… I Ubered straight home.
Just keep thinking if I just spent the night with him.
If I was there… But I…
I had PT early the next morning.
I need treatment for my shoulder.
I was at Elmhurst Healing PT.
What time was your appointment?
7:00 a.m.
And I'm… I'm usually there for about two hours.
Ever bother you that he was a…
sex worker?
He was a camboy.
I mean, he didn't have sex. It was… It's different.
Doesn't seem that different.
I mean, I wouldn't be able to handle it if my partner did that.
I'm way too jealous.
Well, I'm not.
Anyway, what we had was just so much more than that.
For them, he was this fantasy on a screen.
But I got to be with him in real life.
I get that.
Was there anyone who didn't see that line so clearly? Any clients?
I mean, he was just…
Sometimes people would get a little obsessive,
but it's not like anyone knew where he lives.
Lived.
I mean, you think one of them could have done this?
We have a witness, but they haven't ID'd anyone. Yet.
Oh, my God.
I should have been there. Like, why wasn't I there?
I think we're good here.
- Thanks for coming in. - I'm sorry.
And sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Please just let me know if you… if you find anything.
Nice bracelet.
I like it.
Thank you.
So you into jewelry now?
I was checking for bruises.
You know, the kind you get from strangling someone.
My gut says he's clean.
My gut says I'll bet you 50 bucks the alibi is bullshit.
Not bullshit.
Why are you always trying to bet me on everything?
Because life is boring, and a little gambling makes it more interesting.
You sound like someone with a bit of a problem.
But I'm not here to save the whales. You're on. Fifty bucks.
I'll go to the PT place,
and you go to the ATM.
Yeah, thank you for letting us know, officer.
Yeah, the cops said they found your bike
and your jewelry at a homeless encampment.
So, they think it must have been a vagrant who did this to you.
I can't wait to get outta here.
The doctors think maybe we can get out of here by tomorrow if we're lucky.
Out of the city?
Yeah, well, let's just get you better,
get you rested, and get you home, and then we'll figure everything out.
I don't wanna wait until the school year is over.
I don't wanna play nice with Paula. I don't care.
It's not safe here.
And we're gonna move, honey, a hundred percent.
I'm ready to.
- We gotta move now. - Okay.
I want to move now.
- We need to. - Okay.
Whatever it takes, okay?
Whatever it takes.
- Hello. - Hi.
Do you want to come to bar trivia tonight?
No, I hate trivia.
Geri has something to tell you.
- No, I don't. - Yes, she does.
Yeah, I don't have time to do this, guys.
- I have to pick up Hazel-- - It's just we figured out
who the camboy is that you were interacting with.
- Trevor? - What?
- You left your computer open-- - I was vehemently against this--
And I… It was actually impressive.
I reverse image searched his cam thumbnail and then I scraped the old socials--
- We think he's dead. - And we--
- You're killing me. - Sorry.
Yeah, is he dead?
Can't believe you guys.
- What? - You guys?
It was mostly her.
No, we were trying to help.
You went through my laptop.
I thought you jerks were my friends, but you're just jerks.
Okay, see, now I feel like you're the asshole.
I'm just…
asshole-adjacent, kinda.
I went to the PT place.
They said Dennis was there.
You get security footage?
What did I tell you about the follow-ups?
They just sent the footage.
It's on my laptop.
I went to the PT place. It was near the shelter.
Not really.
Whatever. I saved you from being a murderess.
You are the saddest, loneliest detective I've ever met.
Not anymore. Right, buddy?
I got to name this sexy beast.
Okay. Let's see the footage.
All right, but I'm telling you, the boyfriend is clean.
Okay, so he said he checked in at 7:00 and left at 9:00.
Where's your boy, Baxter?
He's coming.
I think you'd better get your wallet ready.
There he is. Boom.
Let's see when he leaves.
Earlier than he said.
Do you think he teleported to the victim's house in seven minutes, choked him out?
No, you're right.
He's accounted for at the time of the murder.
You owe me 50.
- Can we get back to Ms. Sanders now? - Yeah.
Start tightening the noose.
Love the new hair.
It's my usual two hours.
- My fucking car! - Fuck your car!
It was the worst day of my life.
- Hello? - Karl Hendricks.
This is Detective Sofia Gonzales with the NYPD.
Okay. Do you have info on the attack?
No. I'm calling to arrange a time for you to come in and talk.
With me?
About what?
About your ex-wife, Paula Sanders.
- Hello? - Ms. Sanders. This is Detective Baxter.
I just wanted to go through your statement again.
We found some discrepancies.
What are you… What are you talking about?
What? Why are we doing this?
Well, we think you may be responsible for the death of Jeffrey Thorwald.
You're a person of interest in his murder.
Okay? So, first question…
We'll cover that at the station, sir. Thank you.
Was that the police?
Yeah, yeah.
What they want?
They wanted us to…
Nothing.
And if you plan on leaving the tristate area,
you need to alert myself or Detective Gonzales.
We'll be in touch.
Fuck me. Fuck me.
That's another point for the Bushwick Bombers!
- Yay! We're awesome. - We're so lucky.
Every question was about Hitler.
More trivia in five minutes.
Hi.
You're here.
Yeah.
Are you okay?
I don't think so.
- Oh, my God! - Oh, shit.
I'm fucking filming you. Leave him alone!
And this whole thing was fake?
This? Yes, yes, but then he was murdered for real, and…
and now I think that the cops think that I killed him.
- Why? - Because I went to Trevor's house.
I was angry at him for scamming me,
so I figured out where he lived, and then I found him dead.
- The murderer was still there. - What?
I didn't get a look at him because I was, like, running for my life.
- Holy shit. - But…
now the police know that I was there, and they think…
I had motive, like… They think I'm a real suspect.
I could lose everything. I could go to jail, I could lose my kid.
I need to figure out what the fuck happened,
and I… I don't know what to do.
What do I do?
- You're asking us? - Yeah.
Can I see the video again?
Oh, my God!
I'm fucking filming you. Leave him alone!
I'm filming!
Okay, hang on.
How have you been otherwise?
Hang on.
Yep. Hang on, hang on.
I remember this from before because it was so cringe.
I could have abs like that, but it's actually not healthy for humans.
Like, we need a little cushion of fat scientifically.
- You do… You continue-- - No, look, guys.
Oh, yeah, it's the same douchey ring.
He's at a party with Trevor,
which means the guy in the video is, like, a friend of his.
- Do you know anyone that knew Trevor? - No, no.
Like, I only cammed with him.
Oh, shit, yes!
One guy.
And maybe he knows something.
- We should talk to him, then. - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm down.
Yeah.
It's not gonna be, like, dangerous, though, is it?
I don't think…
- Why would it? No. - Yeah.
- Cool. - All right, let's do it.