All language subtitles for Will Trent S02E05 - Capt Duke Wagners Daughter

[Angie]
Previously onWill Trent...

Mr. Antonio Miranda lives
a pretty quiet life.

Hangs out at a social club
for Puerto Rican transplants.

This message
is for Antonio Miranda.

I'’m the son
of your sister, Lucy.

You told Gina about the case?

Yeah. I don'’t know
what'’s going on with her.

It'’s like she's in some kind
of a fog or something.

[Angie] You sure she'’s okay?

I got a nail in my tire.

Had to wait for a tow
when I lost my keys.

[phone ringing, beeps]

-Hello.
-[caller] Amanda Wagner,
it'’s time to pay.

["Waterfalls" plays on radio]

[officer on radio] Ooh, Amanda.
Did you see the new girl yet?

[young Amanda laughs] I saw her.

Poor baby was swimming
in that uniform.
Why do they do us like that?

Girl, you'’ll show her what to
do, just like you did with me.

Safety pins.

Girl. Safety pins
for life. [chuckles]

I'’ll talk to you later.

♪ ...she'’ll be by his side♪

♪ But he doesn'’t realize
He hurts her so much♪

[officer 2 on radio]
Hey, Wags. Question for you.

What do you want, Bishop?

So, Mitchell'’s just gonna keep
milking this kid thing

whenever she wants a night off?

She went to a parent-teacher
conference, asshole.

See, when your mom
and dad love you-- Oh, wait.

-You don'’t know
what that means, huh?
-[tires squeal]

[Bishop] Bitch. Must be nice
having a daddy
who'’s the captain.

Get off the channel.
I need to call in a stop.

-[music stops]
-[siren blares]

Long nights, right?

License
and registration, please.

Yeah.

Let me make sure
I understand this.
You got a nail in your tire.

Didn'’t drive anywhere
near any construction sites.

People drive over nails
all the time, Will.

We live in a busy city.

But then you got
a threatening phone call
on your personal phone.

Everyone in Atlanta
get that call?

I didn'’t get a call like that.
You?

-I did not get a call.
-[Will] Yeah.

And now this in the GBI.

Last I checked
you'’re still Deputy Director.

-These threats
were targeted at you.
-And you'’re just now telling us.

I was handling it.

"Oh, I'’m Amanda Wagner.
I'’m scary. I can handle it."

"I don'’t need anybody's help.
Unless I call you
in the middle of the night

to come dust for prints
even though it'’s not your job."

There are hundreds
of active threats I oversee
at any given time.

Sorry for not looping you two in
whenever I get a hangnail.

Let me know when
you find something.

It was the night janitor.

Say more.

Camera was disconnected,

but only six people
gained access to this floor
with security badges tonight.

And only one of those employees
was responsible
for dumping the trash

and cleaning the elevators.

Night janitor.

-You got beef with Mr. Garza?
-Of course not.

Agent Trent, Agent Mitchell,
I thought this might help.

I call it "The box of haters."

Ooh. That'’s cute.
Amanda'’s hate mail.

-It all fit in one box?
-No. Some of it'’s been archived.

It comes with the job.

Most of it'’s not personal.

Oh, looks like a lot of it is.

-Mr. Garza reported you to HR.
-What'’d you do to him?

Have you two forgotten
that you'’re here to investigate
me being threatened?

He, uh, empties the trash, but
leaves the used bag in the can.

[sighs] Well,
I might have raised my voice
at the man a time or two.

Hmm. Yeah, I believe that.

Great. Glad that'’s settled.

-It was the janitor. Good work.
-Okay.

Well then, Will and I
will go talk to Mr. Garza.

Thank you, Caroline.

Well... [stammers]
...why don'’t I come with you?

The man shouldn'’t have to
lose his job over this.
You know?

I'’ll chat with him.
Apologize. Smooth it over.

You stapled my hand
to a desk once.

You gave away my hamster
when I was eight.

-She ever apologize to you?
-Hell, no.

Not my fault you two
can'’t take a joke.

Let'’s go.

You sure you want this guy
around after what he did?

I do not understand
this new forgiving Amanda.

What are you two on about?

The man was hurt because
I yelled at him for not
replacing trash bags.

I'’ll just talk to him
and clear the air.

-[crashes]
-What was that?

Will.

[clattering]

Freeze! GBI!

You think that was Garza?

I mean, it makes
sense he'’d run, but--

That man never moved
that fast in his life.

That was somebody else who
wasn'’t happy to see us coming.

Where'’s Amanda?

[Will] Amanda?

I tried to save him,
but I couldn'’t.

Garza.

[machine beeping]

What the hell?

-Automatic, my ass.
-[beeping stops]

Max, Cooper, hurry up!

Dad? I need your help.

[sighs] Geez, Cooper. Here.
How do you manage to do this?

-Ow!
-Sorry.

There.

Here you go.

Caps are in right now.
Go, Braves.

Max, let'’s go. Breakfast.

[Michael] Okay.

You want a fork or a ladle?
Forgot to run the dishwasher
last night.

Seriously?

What about lunch?

Will you sign
this permission slip?

Hold on a second, Coop.

Where'’s Mom?

Your mom decided to go away

on a girls trip
this weekend, okay?

It'’s Tuesday.

[knocks on door]

-Angie!
-Hey, you. Go, Braves.

What'’s up?

What are you doing here?

Check your phone
once in a while.

We caught a high-profile case.

Dad, lunch?

Oh, geez.

Here. Just, um...

-Here.
-[Angie] There you go.

Do, uh-- Do Grubhub
or something like that.

Pretty sure they
don'’t take cash.

Okay. Well, figure it out. Okay?

Let'’s go. Bus. Now.

-Everything okay here?
-Yeah.

Hold your sister'’s hand, Max.

I don'’t know how
I'’m gonna do this.

-Where is Gina? What'’s going on?
-Ah, she'’s... [sighs] ...gone.

-Gone where?
-[grunts]

She left a note
explaining absolutely nothing

and every time I call, it goes
straight to voice mail.
So, I don'’t know.

-I thought we were good.
-Do the kids know?

Yeah, I told them she was
with friends this weekend.

Well, take a personal day.
Try to find her.

I-I-- I'’ll call Franklin
to see if he wants to roll--

Why? No. I already
called everybody I can.

Let'’s just-- Let's work.
What'’s the case?

Uh, GBI janitor got killed.

Yeah, that'’s the opposite
of high-profile.

Our primary person of interest
is Amanda Wagner.

I would have bet money
if Amanda ever snapped
and killed somebody,

it'’d be you, Trent.

What are you two doing here?

They'’re going to take over

this investigation, Agent Trent.

Edie Reynolds, GBI director.

Excuse me? What do you mean
they'’re here to take over?

-Polaski, correct?
-Yes, ma'’am.

Heller says you worked
your ass off to get back.

And you'’re Michael Ormewood.

It'’s nice to meet you, ma'am.

GBI'’s better already.

-This is our case.
-Let'’s talk inside.

[Edie] I'’d like the room,
please.

GBI employee was found dead in
the arms of the Deputy Director.

She didn'’t kill Garza.

I don'’t believe she did either,
Agent Mitchell,

but we don'’t prove that
by having our people
poke around in our own house.

APD will conduct
the criminal investigation.

GBI will provide whatever
support you need, detectives.

Clear?

Mmm.

To be clear, she did say
they'’d offer us support, right?

-Shut up. Will--
-I'’m gonna go find Amanda

unless you need my support
right this minute.

Uh, what do you think
you'’re doing there?

Don'’t be a dick.
Just give him a minute.

Multiple lacerations.

Contusions.

Blunt force trauma to the head.

[sniffs] Hmm.

Looks like Garza just made
himself a great cup of coffee.

And he let someone in.

-He knew them?
-Or her.

An argument escalated.

He tried to escape,

but then he was
grabbed from behind,

-then murdered.
-[recorder clicks off]

The killer must have taken off
with the weapon.

Looks like he was hit
with some kind of--

Coffee grinder.
Every aficionado has one.

His was antique, heavy.

Catch drawer for the grinder
is on the counter.

-[Angie] Will, we can--
-I'’m leaving.

Good. Great.

[police radio chatter]

Wagner killed somebody?
This is gonna be fun.

You don'’t say her name.
And mind your business.

So, Amanda tell you
she received several threats?

-She did.
-Oh, good.

Now you decide to cooperate
with the investigation.

[Edie] Again, this is not your--

Not my investigation. Got it.

Are you aware that
a man ran from the crime scene?

You saw him exit the house?

No, but it was obvious
where he--

So a man took off running
as soon as law enforcement
showed up?

In your experience, does
that ever happen, Agent Trent?

Well, in my experience,
not unless something wrong
is going on.

Why are you impeding my--
this-- whoever'’s investigation?

I am looking for facts.

And to maintain departmental
oversight so that this case
doesn'’t go to hell.

And I'’m looking
for a connection,

to make sure
nobody else ends up dead.

Mandy, talk to me.

Is there something?

Years ago, I arrested someone.

Drug charges.

Turns out he was a serial
rapist, real bad guy.

Name'’s Chuck Murray.
He was recently released,

and he hates me.

Enough to do this?

I don'’t know what his connection
to Garza could be,

but yes.

I'’ll have APD pick up Murray.

You stay safe.

If you knew Garza wasn'’t
behind this, why'’d you--

I mean, I was just
hoping somehow he was.

Anybody but Murray.

If he scares you this much,

why are you still holding back?

Really?

[scoffs] Okay.

There is more to this
you'’re not saying,

and you and I both know it.

Listen, Faith.

If you'’ve come over here
to chastise me,

I have had enough for today.

[sobs]

[person] Chuckie'’s not here,
and even if he was,

I wouldn'’t let him talk to you.

You already ruined
his life once.

How so?

[breathes deeply]

Mr. Murray,

what happened?

Atlanta Police Department
set their sights on him.

-What do you mean?
-[Mr. Murray] I know my son.

And when that officer
come around talking about
Chuckie dealing drugs,

I knew that was a lie.

Do you recall
that officer'’s name?

She was a little, bitty thing.

About your height, young lady.

Exceptin'’ she had a bad case
of what they call
"resting bitch face."

[breathes heavily]

She'’s Black.

Back then, you know,
you didn'’t see too many
Black lady police officers.

That'’s why I remember.
Her name was

Waxman, Wagstaff,
something like that.

All right. Uh, we--
Where is Chuck now?

We need to ask him
some questions.

I don'’t know.
You all need to leave now.

Chuckie'’s been making check-ins
with his PO.

He works hauling firewood.

All you need to know.
Leave him be.

Let'’s go.

I appreciate what you'’re saying,
Mr. Murray,

but I do have some questions.

I'’m leaving my card.

Your height, resting bitch face?

Sounds like Amanda Wagner to me.

Or sounds like a man
describing every female cop
I know.

Okay, Amanda'’s DNA
was confirmed at the house,

on the body,
in the carpet fibers,
hair strand in his hand--

Let me see that.

Amanda said Garza lunged at her

when she was trying
to administer CPR,

so it makes sense that
her DNA would be there.

-What about this Chuck Murray?
-[Michael] We'’re looking
for him.

His father seems to think
Amanda hemmed him up in '’95.

Every parent thinks
their kid'’s an angel.

You talk to Lee Anne,
Garza'’s daughter?

-No.
-She recently moved.

She hasn'’t updated
her DMV registration yet,

so there'’s no address
popping up.

I was really hoping we could
talk to her

when she came in to identify
the body,

but she hasn'’t been answering
Pete'’s calls about that either.

That doesn'’t
sound like Lee Anne.

Her dad used to bring her
to the APD-AFD softball games
when she was a kid.

I dunno. Keep trying.

In the meantime,
search Amanda'’s condo.

-Wow, that'’s--
-I know, I know.

But, like the lady said,
we'’re doing this by the book.

Okay.

-Any word from Gina?
-Not yet.

No, but her sister said
she'’d help me out
with the kids,

so that'’s something.

At least this might
take my mind off it.

See how the other half lives.

-[Michael] Damn.
-[Angie] Wow.

When you don'’t have to spend
money on a wife, kids, family...

Going to bars.

-Or gambling.
-Ha. I got it.

Let'’s just get this over with.

Again, you two
are not investigating, right?

I'’m like family.
Somebody'’s got to make sure

that the APD isn'’t breaking
anything.

I'’m not here at all.

Good.

-[buzzing]
-No.

What did you find?

-[buzzing continues]
-I don'’t think you want to--

[buzzing stops]

You didn'’t see that.

But I did.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

What are you hiding from me
this time, Amanda?

["I Don'’t Believe
in Miracles" playing]

♪ I don'’t believe
In miracles♪

[distorted] ♪ I don'’t
Believe in mira--♪

[young Amanda] Girl.
Safety pins for life.

Sir, how'’s that ID coming?

Sir, if you don'’t find that ID,
I'’m gonna have to ask you to--

[grunts]

[grunts, panting]

[both grunt]

[panting, groaning]

-[Chuck straining]
-[grunts, groans]

[Amanda pants]

[music continues]

You look good, Amanda.

[Chuck] You still
think about me?

That night-- Hmm,
we got real close.

[music fades]

Give yourself up.

I'’ll go back.

Prison was my library.

Learned a lot.

Made a lot of friends.

We can make that happen.

Let'’s go right now.

You confess what you did to me,
and I'’ll turn myself in.

If you don'’t,

I'’ll go on doing to you

exactly what you did to me.

[chuckles]

Your choice.

[inhales]

[music continues]

[line ringing]

[sighs] Come on, Gina.

[voicemail] The mailbox
you have dialed is full.

-[phone beeps]
-[groans]

What the--

Hey, Polaski?

Why are you tossing her clothes
everywhere? What? What is it?

It'’s the murder weapon.

[Captain Heller] You know
I hate doing this, right?

-We'’re gonna find Murray.
-I know.

[Edie] Until we do, you'’re
our only person of interest.

So I'’m officially
placing you on leave,

pending the investigation
into Mr. Garza'’s death.

I'’ll need your gun and badge.

[sighs]

[Amanda clears throat]

Continue to be cooperative, and
this will be resolved quickly.

Of course. [clears throat]

You'’d think she
would'’ve been smarter

than to hide the weapon
at her own house.

You wouldn'’t recognize a setup
if it happened in front of you.

[Officer O'’Hara] That's not
what the evidence says.

And now we all got
front-row seats to big,
bad Wagner'’s downfall.

Do you want to say that again?

-Oh, look.
It'’s the exonerated cop killer.
-Yo.

Wagner stood up for you,
so now it'’s your turn?

Hey, Amanda didn'’t kill anybody.
I was there. Where were you?

-I'’m right here.
-Then let'’s go.

-[Angie] Hey, hey, hey. No, hey.
-That'’s enough!

Wirth, O'’Hara, take a walk.

Come on, O'’Hara. Out, out.

Wirth, come on.

-Our elevator got keyed too.
-Oh, shut up.

Hey. What is that?

Amanda'’s keys.

One day last week,
she thought she misplaced them.

The day she was late.
She had a nail in her tire.

That'’s how Murray got inside
and planted the weapon.

-Yeah, maybe.
-Ormewood, you need to go back
to Amanda'’s to--

-My case, Will.
-Your case.

-But what about surveillance--
-Will, I said I'’m on it.

How close are we to getting
the current address
for Lee Anne Garza?

Well, she'’s teaching
in a different school district,

so that'’s probably
why she moved.

They won'’t give me
her home address without
seeing my badge in person,

-so I'’m heading there now.
-All right.

I'’ll let you know when we get
the search warrant for Murray'’s.

Meanwhile, we all sit around
waiting for Murray to destroy
evidence,

maybe plant some more.

How about Will and I just
keep doing nothing

until this guy kills Amanda?

-How about you knock it off?
-[door opens]

[Faith] Hey, Mandy.

Doing okay?

As well as I can.

You'’re coming to my house.

No, I'’m not.

We need to talk.

Ma'’am, there are reporters
outside your condo.

-[sighs]
-Like I said, my house.

["Eye to Eye" playing]

Never thought you would
have been a Johnny Cash fan.

Oh, I have this one.

♪ Bones have been broken♪

[sighs]

You'’re planning
to interrogate me, aren'’t you?

Is that what'’s happening here?

♪ Cracked it wide open♪

-Go ahead.
-Great.

I looked into
Chuck Murray'’s arrest.

Of course you did.

How else am I supposed
to solve this?

-Maybe you aren'’t.
-Right.
That'’s an even better idea.

I'’ll just watch Murray
kill another person

while he dismantles your life
step by step.

What are you hiding?

[sighs]

Okay. I'’ll keep going.

You took leave of absence
from the APD in '’95.

Your last official
act was a traffic stop,

yet you issued no ticket.

You took a whole month
before you went back to work.

Just around that same time,
Murray went away.

Why is he targeting you now?

-L-Leave this alone.
-No, I won'’t.

It'’s all connected.

The-The traffic stop,
your leave of absence

and everything
that'’s happening now.

Tell me what'’s really going on.

I'’ll keep digging. You know
I'’m gonna find it anyway.

[chuckles]

I-- I tried to call it in.

What I thought was a
routine traffic stop

took a bad turn fast.

This was Chuck Murray?

-[siren wailing]
-This was him.

[young Amanda grunts, screams]

He got violent.

[both grunting]

[panting]

[young Amanda coughs]

[both grunting]

My first thought was,

"This guy must have a warrant."

That wasn'’t it.

[both grunting]

-[young Amanda screams,
whimpers]
-[both grunting]

-[material rips]
-[young Amanda whimpering]

Oh, little cop lady'’s
showing me some skin.

Ah, you wanna see mine?

-[young Amanda grunts]
-[screams, grunts]

-[horn honks]
-[tires screech]

Stop please.

[young Amanda]
Please. I need help.

[exhales]

I didn'’t find any of this.

-Why not?
-Because I'’m a cop.

Captain Duke Wagner'’s daughter.

I was up for a promotion,

one I had to doubly earn
considering who my father was.

-I don'’t understand.
-Of course you don'’t!

I'’m a female cop, Will!

I got overpowered
at a traffic stop by a man!

He ripped my uniform!

He almost raped me!

Do you think I could have gone
back into the precinct in 1995

and told anybody what happened?

Your father ran
the whole precinct.

Well, why--
You didn'’t talk to him?

He told me to hide it.

So I hid it.

And I hated him for it.

Hated myself.

But--

But I didn'’t see
any other choices.

Murray wasn'’t just a nightmare.

He was the nightmare.

He'’d target a woman,

puncture her tire with a nail

and then follow her
in his car and wait.

Wait for her to--

Wait for her to get a flat tire,
so he can beat and rape her.

Three other women
that I knew of.

He didn'’t go away for assault.

He did not.

When I went back to work,

I helped build a solid case
against him.

Then one of the women he--

[stammers] She was
too afraid to testify,

and the judge threw
the whole thing out.

Murray walked.

A few weeks later, they arrested
him with 28 grams of coke.

Wait. Twenty-eight grams?

That'’s the exact limit

to escalate a drug possession
to intent to sell.

[scoffs] Yeah.

I know.

You didn'’t.

Say you didn'’t.

I most certainly did.

I planted the coke,
called the SWAT team.

They busted into his house
and took him down
like the animal he was.

Murray got 30 years.

[scoffs]

How could you?

Planting drugs?

Breaking the law?

There'’s a right way
and a wrong way, Amanda!

I own what I did.

I'’ve carried it for 30 years.

Trust me.

It has not been easy.

Yet you still sleep at night.

I sleep knowing I kept him
from raping any other women.

Morning.

[scoffs] Absolutely not.

It'’s not up for debate.

I run to clear my head,

not to get into any
other conversation
you might wanna have.

We don'’t have to talk.

Actually, I'’d prefer it.

But I can'’t let you go alone.

[door opens]

Mitchell.

Polaski.

-I'’m not the enemy here.
-Understood.

I didn'’t ask to be put
in charge of anything.

Sorry. It'’s just... [sighs]

...Amanda.

I know.

So, listen,
Ormewood got an address

for Lee Anne Garza,
the janitor'’s daughter,

and I sent a couple of unis
over there to pick her up,

-and it looks like
she'’s been taken.
-Murray?

That'’s the leverage
he had over Garza.

Prints are being run.
We'’ll have the warrant
to search his house

by the time we get there.

-You'’re technically
not on this case--
-Not at all.

Want to not take a ride
with me and not take
a look at his house?

No. Wouldn'’t dream of it.

-Ormewood coming?
-He'’ll meet us there.

I can'’t run in the shadow
of your judgment.

I can feel it from here.

Too bad. And I'’m not judging.
I'’m trying to help you.

I didn'’t ask for your help.

[Betty whines]

-Just stop hovering.
-Fine.

I'’m sorry.

I'’m sorry for what
he did to you.

[sighs]

I'’m sorry...

you went through
all of that alone.

But you'’re not alone now.

All right. Now--
Now, you'’re just being stubborn.

Only you can turn an apology
into an insult.

You taught me everything
I know about this job.

No compromise, no shortcuts.

Planting evidence?

You of all people.

Y'’all wanna judge me
and call me a hypocrite,

but none of you will
ever walk a day in my shoes.

Who? Who are you talking about?

Men! You, my daddy,
Captain Wagner!

All the men I passed over

at the APD and GBI! All of you.

No, you don'’t get to lump me
with those other men.

-Will.
-What?

It'’s a rifle scope.

Amanda,

do not move.

What is this? I'’m on the job.

[agent 1] Put your hands in
the air! Down on the ground!

-What is this? What'’s happening?
-[agent 2] Get on the ground
now!

-I'’m GBI!
-[agent 1] Right now!

-Put down your weapon!
-Step away! Move away!

This is Deputy Director
Amanda Wagner of the GBI!
Who ordered this?

Got an anonymous call.
Female waving a semiautomatic
at children in the park.

Call Director Edie Reynolds.
It'’s obviously wrong.

Don'’t look at me! Call!

[Agent 1] Hey, command.
10-5, relay. We'’ve got...

[Will] Well, it'’s obviously
not her. This is a mistake.

[radio chatter]

-Everything'’s 10-4.
-Get off me.

[agent 1] Everything'’s 10-4.

[grunts]

♪ You could'’ve had it easier
I told you♪

♪ All the problems that you
Didn'’t have to go through♪

♪ All the exit signs
I showed you♪

♪ But you stayed, you stayed♪

♪ And I could work
My life away♪

You sure about this?

Hey, Murray can'’t hide forever.

Just give me a little more time.

♪ So let me guard you...♪

Press conference
to confess your sins? I--

Respectfully,

that'’s stupid.

♪ We can look up
At the stars♪

You don'’t have to
do it like this.

He robbed me of so much.

♪ Would you look at love♪

And for a long time,
I allowed it.

♪ Would you look at love♪

I'’m doing this for me, Will.

♪ We can look up
At the stars♪

Never thought I'’d, uh--

I'’d be choosing an outfit
for the day I end my career.

You look great.

♪ And I thought that
Maybe I should run♪

Best dressed boss
I'’ll ever have.

♪ But he wouldn'’t kiss you
Near as much♪

♪ As you like, you like it♪

[breathes deeply]

Let'’s go.

♪ But I know
It'’s just my stupid...♪

[heavy metal playing]

That'’s not weird at all.

-What happened to you?
-Oh, you know,

just trying to have
a nice polite conversation

with the scumbag
who screwed my wife.

He doesn'’t know where Gina
is either, but apparently
her sister does.

All right, more on that later.

Mr. Murray,
turn that music down.

Chuckie says,
"Leave the music like it is."

It'’s for the coyotes.

We have a warrant
to search the property,

and an arrest warrant
for your son.

[music stops]

[Angie sighs]

Mr. Murray, what'’s in there?

It'’s Chuckie's workshop.

I need you to step out
and face the wall.

Mr. Murray, step right out,
turn and face the wall
right here.

[Angie] Give me hands.
Your hands.

What the hell?

[whimpering]

-Lee Anne?
-[whimpering intensifies]

We'’re with the GBI.
We'’re gonna get you out of here.

[Michael grunts,
breathes heavily]

Hold on!

Stand back.

We got you. We got you.

We found Lee Anne,
and she said she can
positively ID Murray.

And Amanda'’s keys were
in his work/kidnapper shed.

So you were right, Will.
He planted the murder weapon
in her condo.

Now we just gotta find him.

Thanks, Ang.

[call ends]

We got him now.

You don'’t have to do
this press conference.

I do, Will.

My reasons haven'’t changed.

Oh, my God. Wilbur. Will.

Oh, my God. Will.
Wilbur Trent, you answer me.

Will. Oh, no.

[grunts]

[grunts]

[footsteps approaching]

[screams]

[both grunting]

No.

There you are.

[grunting]

[Amanda whimpers]

[both grunting]

[screams, groans]

[both breathing heavily]

[grunts]

-Daddy!
-Hey, you. There you are.

-[kisses]
-Hey.

Hey. Love the enthusiasm, Max.

Hey, why don'’t you, uh,
guys go upstairs
and get cleaned up, yeah?

We'’re not dirty.

Then go to the backyard
and get dirty.

I need to talk
to your aunt Nancy.

-I don'’t really have time,
Michael.
-Just a second.

Pretty sure you know why.

[door closes]

So I spoke to Harris.

-Spoke to?
-Where'’s Gina?

I'’m sorry, Michael, but
she asked me not to tell you.

I asked you last night.

Nancy, she'’s my wife.
The kids are worried.

You need to tell me the truth.

Gina checked herself
into a facility.
It'’s for mental wellness.

W-Why? [stammers]
Is she depressed?

[scoffs]

Why would you lie about that?
I could have taken her
to a doctor.

-I would'’ve--
-This is exactly why
I didn'’t tell you.

-What the hell'’s wrong
with that?
-She needed space from you.

My sister is going through
something serious

she doesn'’t understand herself.

Last thing she needs
is you swooping in,
trying to have a hero moment.

Yeah, no, no. It'’s way better
to just keep me
and our kids in the dark,

thinking that something
bad happened to her.

This is bad.

You know what I mean, Nancy.

I found pills.

So did I.

Gina said she did research
on the Internet,

thought she could self-medicate.

Yeah, that doesn'’t work.

[sighs] Can I visit her?

I'’ll ask.

Probably not yet.

No.

No, probably not.

Okay.

How long is she gonna be there?

Best thing that you can do
is take care of these kids

and make a soft place for her
to land when she'’s ready.

[door opens]

[Amanda sighs]

Faith.

Faith, can we talk?

Reynolds says I'’m clear.
Fully reinstated.

That'’s great.

Uh, why don'’t you come over
for dinner?
Um, I'’ll spring for a pizza.

You know, I was halfway home
when it dawned on me that...
[sighs]

...I misspelled something
on a witness statement,
so I came back.

That'’s how important
this work is for me,

the integrity
of the work.

F-Faith, listen--

I know I'’ve made mistakes.

I own that.

We all own it now, don'’t we?

You didn'’t even tell me
the truth,

but now it is my responsibility.

I have to hold that, all of us.

Everyone who knows what you did.

They are all
gonna cover for you.

But, hey,

you get to keep your job, right?

Congrats on that.

I bet my mom would be
really happy to hear it.

[TV host] Let'’s
bring in that new...

Hey, Coop.

Find that snuggle spot.

-There you go. [chuckles]
-[giggles]

[TV host] And your name?

[TV continues, indistinct]

Where'’s mom?

Really?

Guys,

your mom hasn'’t been
feeling like herself lately,

so she went somewhere
to focus on feeling better.

And she'’s gonna be gone
for a little while, okay?

How long?

-Is she mad at us?
-Well-- No. God, no.

Guys, this is just--
This is grown-up junk.

Sometimes,

even we don'’t
have all the answers.

Your mom'’s just...

going somewhere long enough
to take care of herself,

and then she can come back home
and be with us again, okay?

And then we'’ll take care
of each other

'’cause that's how this family
works, yeah?

Do I have to keep wearing
baseball caps to school?

[chuckles] I'’ll work on that.

-But she'’s coming back, right?
-She is.

-[sighs]
-[Betty whines]

[chuckles]

[clattering]

Will. Will,
can you come here fo--

[chuckles]

-Can I just--
-Betty, come.
Leave Amanda alone.

-Come on.
-Oh, no, it'’s not that.
She'’s fine.

[Betty whines]

[Amanda] Um.

-Will, I just wanna say--
-You should'’ve hung that to dry.

Oh... [chuckles]

...I just left a few things
in the wash,

I wanted to get out of here
real quick.

[sighs]

-Listen--
-We don'’t need to talk about it.

Will. [sighs]

-I--
-[phone ringing]

-[beeps]
-Trent.

[exhales]

Antonio.

Hi, uh--

No, um--

It-It'’s a good time.

It'’s a lot, you know,
getting a voice mail like that
out of the blue

from your so-called nephew.
Um...

I'’m, um--

I'’m actually in Atlanta.

It'’s pretty crazy, huh?

[sighs]

[Will] Oh, that'’d be great.

Yeah, me too.