- Thank you. - Sure. Okay. All right.
Outfit change?
Paula?
Hey, Paula. We're leaving.
I'll see you at the fundraiser tomorrow, right?
And I borrowed a ziplock.
Great. Enjoy.
Hello.
Prepare to be thrilled and delighted
because we pulled off the coup of the century.
- We got the killer's number. - I was gonna say that.
Yeah, but we found that woman's phone and it didn't even have a password on it.
So we got the killer's number and now we can track him down.
He's dead. He's dead.
- I killed him. - What?
I… He tried to attack me
and he tried to kill me, and so I…
I shot him in the face.
You have a gun?
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck.
Okay, what did the police say?
Paula?
Okay, Paula, listen to me.
What did the police say?
Paula?
I didn't call the police.
I ran away.
Oh, my God, I took his phone and I ran away.
- You what? - Yeah.
Mom.
Coming.
Where's Shmooey? I can't go to Prem's house without her.
Oh, no. Okay. I'll find her.
Paula, listen to me.
You need to put the phone back and call the police.
Yeah, I can't.
Paula, you're in shock.
You're not thinking straight.
So, Rudy is right, which I never say, and you need to go back now.
Bye. Bye, bye, bye.
See you. Bye. Okay.
It was self-defense, okay?
So just go put the phone back and call 911…
- They're waiting for me. - …and the police will figure it out.
Yeah. Okay, okay. I will.
Just let me think.
No thinking necessary.
We're on our way. Say you'll do it.
Mom, they're waiting on me.
Tell me you'll take the phone back and call the police.
- Paula, say you'll do it. - Okay, I will.
Okay, Hazenator, come here.
Okay.
- Mom, I gotta go… - Okay.
…before Prem's dad starts honking.
Okay.
911, what's your emergency?
Hello? 911, what's your emergency?
Can you please talk to me?
Paula?
Paula. Are you okay?
No, I mean, he was dead.
I… There was blood everywhere.
And then all of a sudden he's gone.
Shit, his phone is locked.
How does a body just disappear?
Hey.
Security camera's busted at that store you went to,
so that's a dead end.
I did get incredibly expensive Takis though.
I feel like I'm going insane.
I feel like I'm actually going insane.
This is real.
This tells us that it really happened.
Yeah.
You said you had his phone number, right? The number on this phone.
Yeah.
Okay, put it in. Put it in.
- Okay. - Let's go.
- Again. - Okay. Sorry.
Okay, that's actually pretty smart.
Oh, the code is this.
No fucking way.
Okay.
- John Smith? - Yeah.
That sounds super real and not made up at all.
John.
All of these are going to the same address.
That's, like, 30 minutes away.
We should go check it out.
Or maybe we don't visit a murderer's house, right?
- Dead murderer. - Disappeared dead murderer.
Exactly. So there'll be zero murderers there.
If we can get inside, maybe we can figure out something about who he was,
or something that shows us that he killed Trevor, and not me.
Come on, you guys, I'm freaking out.
Can you please go with me tomorrow?
Please, guys.
Yeah. 100%.
Okay. I have this stupid fundraiser thing, but right after.
One hundred per…
Okay, maybe, like, can we just focus on the phone first, right?
Like there's gotta be more stuff on there if we can just get past the lock screen.
We'll do both.
I might know someone.
- Hey, Drew. - Hey.
Should I be hydrating too?
Just got back from DC on an Air Force transport
and my back is, like, pretzel-ed.
But I could be cajoled.
No, I'm not here for that.
I need this cracked.
That's super illegal, madame.
Uh-huh.
I know you have someone who does this shit for you.
I'm working on something
and it's a big story that I think Suzie would be into.
This phone could blow the whole thing open.
It's a burner. Not gonna have much.
I don't need much. I just need in.
Wow, a fact-checker coming after my job.
I thought it was just gonna be me versus the machines.
Are you gonna help me or not?
- How good is the story? - It's fucking great.
First off, you gotta make sure the battery is out always.
If it's got juice in it, it can be tracked.
- And I'm guessing you don't want that. - No.
Okay, I'll get this to my guy.
I have been incredibly helpful.
And kinda manly.
Sure you don't wanna…
No. Thanks, Drew.
What? Why? Is… You're seeing someone else?
What? No, I just wanna keep things professional.
Okay, well, then pay me.
So, he just flaked?
I don't know what to say.
Frank's always been my most reliable investigator,
but I can't get a hold of him.
Want me to hire a new PI?
I don't know. We'll talk it over.
Okay, thank you.
Jesus Christ, do you really think we need one?
You don't?
No, I don't.
You freaked out yesterday when you heard she has a new boyfriend.
Yeah…
- Is there something I should know? - No, there's nothing you need to know.
I just don't think we need to ruin her life in order to win.
But we do have to win.
- Agreed. - And to win, you have to be ruthless.
Merciless.
Okay, I can't do that.
- This is the mother of my child, Mal. - I know. I know.
You know? There's a line for me, and this is the line.
I get it, and I love you for it.
And it's why I have to be merciless for the both of us.
Let's go, mama owls!
Raise those arms to raise that money!
Let it out!
- Help! - Wait, shit.
Paula, Paula, Paula.
- You're bleeding. - What? Oh!
Oh, my God.
I had a dermaplane accident this morning.
Yeah. It's okay.
Are you…
Have you written that referral letter?
I'm sorry, what?
You know, the custody letter.
I really need to get them to my lawyer.
- Yeah, I'll send it right over. - Yeah.
- Oh, good. Okay. - Are you good though?
Yeah. Me? I'm great.
I'm so great.
This is so fun.
Oh, my God, what a great event.
You go, girl.
I don't know.
You don't know?
What more do you need?
Her prints are on the nail gun that nailed the victim to the floor,
not to mention the nail in his leg and the walls.
She was spraying nails like Rambo.
He wasn't killed by a nail.
Are you secretly in love with her?
I don't understand.
He was killed with expanding insulation. Her prints aren't even on the can.
Why would she wipe the can and not the nail gun?
I don't know. Murderers do stupid shit like commit murder.
The numbers add up, but the sum is wrong.
Stop talking like Yoda.
She's not even strong enough to do this.
She's not even strong enough to choke Trevor out.
She's not barbell strong, but she could be Pilates strong.
She's just a little piece of chicken.
Her prints are everywhere.
She has motive. Lieutenant wants us to close the case.
Overcome your bullshit intuition, and let's fucking go.
- Hi. - That was quick.
Well, you said you needed it.
Check your email. I sent you a file with the data.
- There wasn't much there. - What, you looked through my shit?
Grow up.
Don't worry, your big groundbreaking story is safe.
- 'Cause I'm a professional. - Okay.
Hey.
What's up?
- Well, you're up to something sneaky. - No.
Oh, shit, Geri got laid.
No, I didn't.
I was up… I was up late and…
Why? Are you jealous?
No, I'm not jealous.
You just have that, like, anxious look all over you
and you did your hair, like, in that.
It's a ponytail.
You've those bags under your eyes that say you've been
- playing the world's oldest sport. - Okay, stop.
Why? Was it someone really embarrassing?
- Was it the IT guy? - No. No. You think I fucked Max?
He has a Band-Aid on every finger.
Is there something that you actually wanna talk about?
Yes, actually.
Come here.
Okay, I'm starting to think Paula might be semi to fully delusional.
Rudy, believe women.
Yeah, I'm trying to, but it is hard to buy.
I mean, we don't have any proof that she was scammed.
We didn't see her get attacked at the motel.
We definitely didn't see the… the dead body that was--
Dead bodies rarely disappear in the real world.
But it's Paula. We know her.
Do we?
All I know is that she is a woman who sits at a desk near us
and likes plantain chips.
What if she's making all of this up?
You know she's not a murderer.
Do I?
Okay, look, I'm with you.
Things are starting to get crazy, but…
Well, we have to help her.
Who else does she have?
Hi.
I sent you a note about prioritizing Drew's follow-up.
Think I can get it by this afternoon?
That's pretty fast.
It's pretty important.
Yeah, I mean, I'll do my best. I have a personal thing at lunch.
That's an interesting attitude
for someone who's been asking for a promotion.
Is it even real?
What?
The promotion.
Because I'm in a custody battle and this would be very helpful to me,
but I'm starting to feel like it's just a carrot
that you're dangling in front of me like I'm a donkey.
Try to remember you are talking to your boss.
You know what the difference is between a fact and the truth?
Do tell, Paula.
So a fact is a piece of information with objective reality,
like you just washed your hands, right?
That's a fact, right?
But why?
Maybe you just had buffalo wings, maybe you had blood on them.
The reputation of this place relies on my job,
making sure that we ascertain the truth behind the facts.
So why do you want me on this pretty important article?
- Because it's your job. - That's a fact.
But the truth is, you could have asked Rudy or Geri because it's also their job.
But you know that I won't make a mistake and that I always deliver.
I deserve this promotion.
The fact is, then, truly, we don't have the money right now.
Then just give me the title.
You can pay me later, but I have earned that title.
Okay.
Thank you.
That's the home of a killer?
It's so… Nothing.
- I was expecting, like-- - What?
You were expecting like a Scream mask on…
drying on a clothesline.
Sign that says "I heart Jeffrey Dahmer."
This feels like a bad idea.
No one's gonna be there.
Okay, maybe we don't ring the murder doorbell, right?
Jesus, Rudy.
It's just in case someone's there.
What, like his wife?
And she's a killer too.
You know, maybe they met on a dating app like Raya,
but for psychopaths.
I don't know…
- Die-ya or something. - Shit, someone's coming.
Oh, my God. I'm freezing.
I'm freezing when I should be flighting.
Can I help you?
Hi.
Hi, we're looking for John.
John Smith?
Is this about the packages?
Yes. Yes, it is.
All those boxes showing up.
John Smith, John Smith.
- I'm up to my neck in John Smith. - John doesn't live here?
Not unless he's an old woman with bad knees.
You friends of his?
Something like that.
Does he ever come to pick up his packages?
I wish.
It would save me all the trips returning those big boxes to the UPS.
Let me get your information.
- If I get another John Smith-- - It's okay. Sorry for bothering you.
It's okay. Let's go.
- That was a dead end. - She's full of shit.
- What? - What? She…
He just kept sending her boxes and then she would just return them?
- Come on. - Maybe she's just nice.
Maybe she's lying, Rudy.
I don't buy it.
She's picking up all those heavy boxes with her bad knees?
You think she's lying about her bad knees?
She's, like, a hundred.
Whose side are you on?
You're driving me nuts.
All right.
Well, she's obviously full of shit.
But she's our only lead. Maybe you two should follow her.
- No. - What?
No?
No? What do you wanna do?
I don't know. Maybe you can interrogate my grandma.
She has a metal hip.
If you wanna help, maybe you should try helping
because all you're doing is complaining and whining
and it's really fucking annoying.
You still have the phone, right?
Right, the phone? Did your guys open it?
No, they said they can't unlock it.
What?
Oh, f…
I'm getting an Uber.
What?
- Rudy. - What? No.
Hey, no, no, no. Come on, I'll drive us home.
No. You know, no thanks, I'm done.
I have the LSATs and I don't want to get mixed up in this shit.
Besides, all I do is complain so…
Rudy, stay. We're all friends.
No, me and you are friends, okay? We barely know her.
What is that supposed to mean?
It means that I don't know if I believe you anymore.
Okay, and either way, it is not my problem.
God.
What a big baby.
Record after the tone.
Hello, this is Edith Randell at 206 Sierra.
She came by asking about the packages.
Had two dipshits with her.
I'm sending the video of them right away.
Jen, Jen, Jennifer.
So that job I mentioned, we will need your services.
Meet me at the matcha place at 4:00.
I'll fill you in.
All right. Ciao.
Holy fuck.
All right, Trevor.
- Look at that. Isn't she pretty? - Let's try her out.
…this one before. What do you think?
You touch yourself a little more, you know, like you mean it.
I'm into it. Come on.
You act like I'm throwing my money away here.
Rob.
Rob, you know I like you.
Are you even looking in the camera?
- Touch yourself. Touch yourself. - You're so hot.
No, like a little self-conscious.
- Stop. You look amazing. - It's just not--
Oh, yeah.
Come on, touch yourself for me.
You're gonna come for me?
- Yes. Yes. - I'm watching.
I got this one which is a little ornate and gold.
That's gonna look good on you.
I don't wanna cry.
I'm sorry. I just wanna like…
We're just gonna… you know, go for it and…
Too much. What is he, a fucking vampire?
More blood means more money.
All right, all right, all right, no, stop it. Okay.
Okay, I'll just do it after you hit me.
Besides, we don't need to do all this.
Like, Paula's gonna fall for it.
Looking good.
Just give me a couple of weeks and she'll be ready.
Plus I don't wanna scare her too much
because she's all right.
He likes this one.
- He likes this one. - I gotta get a photo of you.
- You look insane. - Hey, no photos, man.
Like, fuck, what did I tell you?
If Dennis finds out that we're doing all this, he's gonna fucking freak out.
Like this definitely conflicts with what him and I do together.
- Okay, so just be cool, man. - Hey.
Who's cooler than me?
I got us.
Good job, Hazel.
Paula. Paula.
Paula.
You're on the field.
Sorry.
That's okay. Two minutes left. I think we're gonna win this thing.
I have so much money on this game.
- We have to win. - Okay.
Whose dad is that?
- I don't know. - I've never seen him before.
One minute left! Let's go, blue!
Prem, stop doing handstands. Focus.
Three, two, one.
- Owls win. - Yes!
What?
We won.
Yes!
Yes! Yeah!
Frankie, Frankie, Frankie.
Let me see it.
Let's go!
And did you see when I nutmegged that girl?
- Yes. - She was so mad.
She was like…
I thought she was gonna bite you.
You did so good.
- That was good, right? - Thank you.
Yeah.
You did so good that you get to pick the music, unless, of course--
High School Musical 2.
- Yes! - No! Say goodbye to your mom.
- Okay. Bye, Mommy. Love you. - Bye. Love you too.
Hi.
- First win. - Oh, yeah.
- Yeah. - So, legally speaking,
that means we have to go on a date and…
Well, the law is the law.
- Yeah, okay. That-- Yeah. - Yeah?
Okay, well, let me just check my calendar.
- Yeah, it says I'm free tonight. - Good.
- Tonight? - Yeah.
Tonight is today, but after sunset.
- A college woman. I'm impressed. - Yeah.
Yeah, no, tonight sounds great.
- Yeah? - Yeah, that sounds nice.
Awesome.
And I'm buying.
I bet on Frankie scoring and I won $6 million.
So what am I gonna do with all this money?
Spend it on me, please.
I'll pick you up tonight.
- 7:00. Your place. - Yeah. Can't wait.
Bye.
What else? What else?
Hi.
Hey, Paula,
I was thinking about next moves and how we can figure this thing out.
And I was gonna ask you--
I actually have a thing right now.
It's a date and I'm just trying to focus on that.
See you tomorrow in the morning, okay?
Bye.
Hello?
Okay, okay.
Okay.
Fuck.
Wow, you are always early.
I made guac…
Paula Sanders, you're under arrest.
- What? - Step out. Hands behind your back.
- I… - Hands behind your back.
I d… I… It was… It was…
You're under arrest for the murders of Jeffrey Thorwald and Samuel Frazier.
I don't know who that is.
I don't know those names. I don't know who that is.
Trevor and Sky.
Let's go.
Radio down and tell them we got one under.
No further units needed.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney,
if you can't afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you.