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Previously on Will Trent...

We actually want to know about
this new job of yours.

It's at this really cool
recording studio in Midtown,

and I'm working with
major artists.

I'm telling you, Mom,
I'm gonna make you proud.

If you must know,
yes, I'm taking over
the Grove Park Boys' business.

There's very little
you can do, Rafael,
that either I don't already know

or I'm not gonna figure out.

Are you really gonna
move in with Ormewood?

I am here to evaluate
the questionable idea

of temporarily moving in
with your partner.

Let me take you on
a proper date,

when I'm not covered in grime
and can use both my hands.

Isn't that in, like, six weeks?

Well, maybe not that long.

Man, you already know who it is.

It's your boy, New Milli
and I'm here with my folks,
H. Beltline.

-Ya heard.
-Hey, that's "Hood Beltline"

to the uninitiated, ya dig?

Bridging the gap
between the real ATL
and you gentrified clowns.

ATL's Most Wanted!
Two minutes to show.

Let's get you up
to the stage, gentlemen.

Hey! Get that knucklehead
out of here!

The elevator to stage is out.

Copy that. Follow me.

Hey, yo! Hey, we on in a minute.
Where we going, man?

To the stairs.

-Get that light
out of my face.
-Hey.

-Move aside, son.
-Watch who you're
talking to, bruh.

-Oh, no!
-Hey, hey. No. Hey!

Security! I need more security!

Security, now!

Oh, my God.

Hey! Call an ambulance!

Oh, I appreciate you skipping
the music fest to help me move.

Uh, your second move
in a month, by the way.

And I still don't know
why you're moving here.

What do you mean?

I expect
first and last month's rent
as soon as you're settled.

There'll be an additional fee
for a background check.

Can't be too careful these days.

-That's-That's what I mean.
-Okay. He's kidding.

And post-divorce life
is expensive.

Ormewood needs
some passive income, and I
just need a place to stay

until I can find
something more permanent.

So it's a win-win.

You're happy...
...I'm happy.

Thank you.

Hey, you wanna hear something?

Sure.

Okay.

I like it.

-Who is it?
-It's me.

My boy made this?

Yeah.

You know the sound engineer
I've been working for?

-Uh-huh.
-He gives me some
studio time after hours

- because I'm a genius
at getting his coffee.

Metro Boomin,
Rick Rubin or Madlib?

Who you taking?

Madlib all day.

Kid's gonna be all right.

Wait. You're a hip-hop head,
Ormewood?

There's a lot you don't know
about me, Mitchell.
But you will learn.

Okay, so what are you gonna do
with this new song of yours?

There's a producer coming in
to the studio today
for a session,

and he said he would listen
to what I got.

And if he likes what he hears,
he'll buy the track.

Look at you.

-Working hard.
-Mm-hmm.

Following your dreams.

Yeah.

You, uh...

You want me to grab
another box, don't you?

- Pick a heavy one.
- Yeah.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Mom, they...
they just killed H. Beltline.

-H. who?
-You remember
ATL's Most Wanted, right?

It just happened
at the music fest.

I know you used to have
their posters on your wall,

with all the guns
and drugs on it.

-But they weren't
about that anymore.
-Mm-hmm.

They were giving back.
They had a positive message.

You'd actually like them now.

This is crazy.

Well, guess what.

You're on the case?

It was
a random altercation
with a tragic outcome.

We had checkpoints,
and everyone down here
needed an all-access pass.

But there are
all types of characters
on those guest lists.

I put the sheet
on the decedent myself.

I know how these things go.
You're in good hands.

And when you're ready
for my official statement,
I have it prepared.

Now, the, uh, visual conditions
were suboptimal.

I wasn't able to ascertain
the assailant.

But that's where
we were intercepted.

And H. Beltline was compromised
to a permanent end.

Sir, did you actually serve?

In the military? No.

-Then stop talking like that.
-Copy that.

Excuse me.

Special Agent Will Trent, GBI.

Were you escorting them
to the stage?

Yeah. It was so dark and crowded
because the elevator was out.

We tried to push past
a group of people, but they
just kept pushing and shoving.

There's a lot of machismo
in the hip-hop world.

You again?

Can you find out why
the elevator wasn't working?

No cameras.

Marty, right?

This was not
a random altercation.
These two were ambushed.

No, man. I was there.

I work a lot of concerts.
Tempers flare.

Hey, you break your hand
punching one of those guys?

And yet,
no one stabbed you, huh?

That was nice of them.

Anyone tamper with
the crime scene
before I arrived, Marty?

Because our murder weapon
is gone.

We don't even know what
the murder weapon was.
No one saw it.

They were stabbed with the neck
of a broken rosé bottle.

Shards of glass
all over the ground.

So, whoever did this
took the murder weapon
with them when they fled.

Hey, um...

Facility says that the elevator
wasn't broken after all.

Someone turned off the breaker.

Which caused you
to redirect ATL's Most Wanted

to an overcrowded dark hallway.

Your radios use an open channel,

and I imagine you announced it
when you were walking them
to the stage.

We need better OPSEC.

Yes, you do.

GBI. New Milli?

I'm very sorry to hear
about your partner.

We had ten years together, man.
And they were blessed.

Can you think of anyone
or any reason why someone
would wanna attack you?

No.

I mean, yeah, we had enemies
way back when we was doing dirt,

but we ain't been on that
for a minute.

Belt started living
that minimalist lifestyle.

He didn't deserve
no rosé bottle to the neck, man.

I understand he was involved
in real estate development?

Yeah. I mean, he was all big
on bringing buildings
back to life

in the neighborhood
we came from.

Somebody come after him
for that?

I'm gonna find out.

Where you been?

I had to make a pit stop
at digital forensics.

Check this out.

That's our murder weapon.

What is this?
And who is this?

Some unknown rapper
named Slo Blizzy.

He's live streaming using a VPN,
so we can't trace his location.

Your old favorite rapper
just got got
by your new favorite rapper.

How stupid is he?

He's confessing and bragging
about killing H. Beltline.

Yo, breaking news.

Your boy just got offered
a record deal

from Off the Ropes Records!

Yo, y'all, that's what's up.

I got a record deal, y'all.

Let's go to Off the Ropes
Records and congratulate them
on their newest signing.

You seen this?

Okay, knock it off.
Stop making them feel weird.

Swingers are people too.

Hey, Polaski.
I've got the preliminary report.

-Yeah?
-Cause of death
was cardiac arrest

brought on by asphyxiation
due to strangulation.

Mm-hmm.

Right. Anything else jump out?

Well, she was
pretty experienced at this.

At the strangulation, I mean.

At least she died
doing what she loved.

Yeah.
How could you tell?

Pete, focus.

Uh, she had overdeveloped
throat muscles.

Built-up scar tissue,
indicating repetitive trauma.

And the injury itself,
I'm not saying
it was mild per se,

but it wasn't extreme either.

Windpipe was intact.

So, maybe she was participating
in a consensual activity,

got an unexpected result?

-You think one of them
is the doer?
-Gonna find out.

This party had
a lot of doers.

Come on, it was right there.

Both of you need to grow up.

Huh. A gym-studio hybrid
called Off the Ropes Records.

Very cute. I see what y'all did.

Who's in charge here?

Excuse me. I just met you
and you wanna speak to
my manager?

-Hey. Can I go in there?
-Lady, you've got a gun.

You could do what you want.

Tell whoever runs this place
GBI is here to speak with them.

Yeah.

I like that, kid.

That's dope. I could use that.

Hey, uh...
This is a closed session.

-Mom?
-Jeremy, hi.

Hi. I'm not stalking you.
I'm just here on business.

This is private property.
Now get out of my studio.

Rafael, this is
your record label?

This is your boss?

Now, this is funny.

Let me guess.

You're here about Slo Blizzy.

-Let's talk in your office.
-Uh-uh.

I prefer to have
my sensitive conversations
out here in the open.

Did you really give
a record contract to a killer?

Slo Blizzy and Off the Ropes.
Got everyone talking.

I need anything
you have on Slo Breezy.

His real name, whatever else
is on his contract,

and I wanna know
how you paid him.

Without a warrant,
you get nothing.

I need to fill you in on
Rafael Wexford.

I know who Rafael is, Mom.

And you're still working here?

This label is for real.

He keeps
his businesses separate.

You know, every dollar
you make off of Snow Biscuit
becomes state property

when I charge you
with accessory to murder
after the fact.

Y'all clearly don't get
the music business.

Everybody from
Phil Spector to Gucci Mane
got bodies on them, bro.

Now, you've either been hit
in the head too many times,

or you don't actually think
he did this.

Wait. I can't hear you.
Why don't you get up
in here with me?

I thought you'd never ask.

You gonna hit back
or keep taking this beating?

You're doing too much, Rafael.
You're gonna get yourself hurt.

Oh, I know exactly
what I'm doing.

Yeah, I know exactly
what you're doing too.

Keep telegraphing that right.

Let me ask you,

was Slo Bunny's little
live stream worth bringing
the GBI to your doorstep?

The music industry
is like pro wrestling.

Everyone's got an angle.

But you go get your warrant.

We'll see who's right.

Do you wanna know why
criminals run record labels?
To launder money.

I'm not giving up this job, Mom.

There are other record labels
in this city.

You want me
to start over, huh?

Become someone's intern again?

These guys,
they see something in me.

No plans. No strategy.

Just leaving yourself wide open.

I'm taking you down.
Because you're in way over your head.

Just like when we were kids.

Do you really wanna bring up
what happened when we were kids,
Special Agent Trent?

You ain't got nothing on me!

And you never will.

This is
what I get for supporting
your college dropout plan.

-You think of me as a dropout?
-Listen to me.

You are putting yourself
in danger.

Mom, that is my choice.

I want your support so bad.

But I don't need it.

You need to watch
how you conduct business
around here, Mr. Wexford.

Why? Because your boy
works here?

I'm sorry, worked here.

Show business
is tough, kid. You out.

Wait, but I just sold a song
to your producer.

Oh, that's dope.

'Cause naturally, you see,

being that you made those beats
on my equipment, in my studio,

it belonged to me
already anyway.

But luckily I'm a sweetheart.

So...

Here you go.

And I better not hear my track
popping up anywhere else.

The victim was nonresponsive
when you found her?

Lilith? Yeah.

She'd been in the room a while,
and Albert asked me
to check on her.

Mmm. Albert was Lilith's
boyfriend. Why didn't he
check on her himself?

Albert's relationship
with Lilith wouldn't
allow him to do it.

-You just said
they were a couple.
-Yes.

He was Lilith's sub.

As in submissive.

He had to do whatever she said.

Uh, we got to the party,

and Lilith went upstairs
to find a partner.

And I stayed downstairs.

Like she told me.

Was that
your typical arrangement?

Well...
...she has very specific needs.

Uh, hard for me to do.

The choking?

Well, she wanted to push it
as far as she could.

Sometimes that's easier with
someone that you don't know.

I facilitate this group,
and it's my job to keep it safe.

We don't just let people in
off the street.

There's background checks,
people send me a photo ID,
a bio.

-Oh, it's like
Eyes Wide Shut.
-No.

It's just a house party.

Food, drinks, good music,

and for those
who so choose, play rooms.

Play rooms for choking?

There's also
vanilla partner swapping.

-Voyeurism.
-All right.

We need your files on everyone
who was at that party.

So, after Lilith
finished with her partner,

what would normally happen next?

We go home and we have sex.

And, um...

We wake up happy.

And we go back to our lives.

DNA is not gonna help us
on this one.

She was touchy-feely with half
of the people on this list.

Hey, we didn't talk to
Clint Lewis, did we?

The sign-in says
he was at the party.

No. He must've split
before APD got there.

Huh. I can't find
one Clint Lewis in
the Atlanta metropolitan area.

This guy used a fake ID
to join the group.

Let's find him
and get him in here.

What do you know about the hit
on ATL's Most Wanted?

You're paying for him
to hear this too.

So, that hit wasn't us.

Big shock. I thought
those guys cleaned up.

-What'd they used to do?
-They were dealing.

We used to have this customer,
Frankie Sanchez,

who'd buy everything in bulk.

New Milli and H. Beltline
would move Frankie's product

before they decided
to turn over a new leaf
or whatever.

So does Frankie buy drugs
from Rafael Wexford now?

Rafael's taking over
the business,
so it stands to reason.

Is Off The Ropes Records
a money laundering front?

They dropped
a couple of decent tracks,
but, yeah, of course it is.

I need you to get us proof.

That's out of my purview, man.

Look, I don't have
any business being there.

So if I start snooping around,
it's a bad look.

Where can I find
Frankie Sanchez?

And where can I get
more gift cards?

What's going on?

Rap battle between
Slo Blizzy and New Milli.
It's making my head hurt.

Is this happening now?

No, it was recorded
a few hours ago.

Slo Blizzy's gone off the grid.

The biggest moment
in Slo Blizzy's career
and he's gone AWOL?

Yeah, I don't like it.
Doesn't add up.

Hey, you know what?
I've been in that room before.

It used to be
a fancy restaurant.

This place was fancy?

-How long ago was that?
-It was called "De" something.

It's on the wall.

I just can't make it out.

Desus's Family Restaurant.

Closed down five years ago.

Slo Blizzy
must be squatting there.

I got the location.

All right.

So, how long till
the cast comes off?

-Does it interfere with--
-Masturbation?

-Yes.
-Mm-hmm.

-Yeah.
-That's...

I was gonna say work.

But that was the question
behind the question.

-So, thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

Oh.

It's my mom. Oh, she
heard me say masturbation.

I'll call her back.

Not that I don't have
a nice relationship with my mom.

She's calling because my parents
are having this big party

for their 50th anniversary
in Nantucket.

-Wow.
-Mm-hmm.

That is wholesome.

What about you?

Are your parents still together?

Uh...

No. Excuse me.

Um, could I have a slice
of the apple pie to go, please?

-Apple? That's wholesome.
-There you go.

You know, my mom makes
a great apple pie.

She puts pecans in it.

Does it sound like
I'm obsessed with my mom?

I think it's just
because I'm feeling
a little self-conscious here

because I'm the one
that's doing all the talking.

So, tell me, please.
Tell me about you.

Uh...

What does your mom put
in her apple pie?

Oh, my God. I'm dying here.
Help me out, please.

My mom wasn't really
the cooking type.

But, uh, she taught me
a lot about independence.

You know,
I'm sure she made
something at some point.

I'm just-- I'm blanking on a...

signature dish.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

But when I come back,
you're gonna tell me
something about yourself.

And it's gonna be great.

It is.

Don't forget to wash your hand.

Okay.

Ah.

Event staff.

That puts him
at the scene of the crime.

His neck was slit.

Same location as H. Beltline.
Retaliation?

Or there's a killer out there
who did both of these.

Mitchell.

Okay, thank you.

Faith, I think the killer
got into Slo Blizzy's phone.

-We need to get it to forensics.
-I got that address
for Frankie Sanchez.

Well, I bet he knows
something about this.

Hey, any word on
our mystery swinger?

Keir was very cooperative.

We've got a real driver's
license number, and as soon as
we confirm ID via photo,

-uniforms are gonna
bring him in.
-Sounds good.

Mm-hmm.

What are you doing here?

Uh, you left your pie
at the restaurant.

I figured you left
because of a work emergency.

Why don't you take
some pie to your wife?

Ang, I'm gonna be at my desk
looking for a pencil.

-My wife?
-Yeah.

I saw the ring on your key chain
and the photo in your wallet.

So why don't you go pretend
to be a nice guy to her?

Whoa.

Back up for a second.
Is there some place
we can go and talk?

Here is fine.

Hey, Ormewood,
can I borrow a pencil?

Okay. Angie, I would love
nothing more than to take
some pie to my wife,

but I can't

because she's dead.

She's dead?

What happened?
When did it happen?

Wow.

You're the first person
not to lead with
"I'm so sorry, Seth."

I am sorry. Really.

Uh...

You should've told me.

Well, it's not usually
the first thing,
or even the third thing

I say to someone
that I've just met.

Why did you go through
my wallet?

-I saw the ring.
-Mm-hmm.

This is exactly why
I'm afraid to start dating.

And instead of talking to me
like a normal person,

you went through my wallet,

assumed the worst,
and then ran away.

-Now that tracks.
-Mm-hmm. Very on brand.

Yo, can you guys
go find someone to protect
and serve, please? Jesus.

You could've told me.

Okay.

Okay.

Let's just... Let's hit pause
on this thing, okay?

There's your pie.

What? You okay?

I called Jeremy a few times.
He's not picking up.

Well, he might need some space.

He's never looked at me
like that before.

He thinks I ruined his life.

They're done processing
Frankie Sanchez.
He's waiting for us.

What'd they find
in his house? Did we get
enough to make him talk?

Apparently.

Oh, good Lord.

Two revolvers,
four sniper rifles,
five shotguns, eight Glocks,

ten assault rifles.

Are you gearing up for
some kind of war?

I don't gotta talk to GBI.

The zombie apocalypse
is already here.

Tell me you've heard of
Zatypota wasps

or phytoplasma bacteria.

Oh, he's serious.

Very serious.
Did you kill H. Beltline?

Why? 'Cause his bars are trash?

Because he stopped
moving drugs for you.

I don't sell drugs.

They're bad for the children.

Say nope to dope.

We just found you holding
over 500 pounds of meth.

That plus the guns,
you're going away for life.

Cooperate with our questions

and we'll see
you don't serve time
with people who want you dead.

Shoot.

Well, I mean, uh...

me and New Milli
are still pretty close.

I gave him a loan
not too long ago.

He's a little behind on
paying it back.

With music money?

Sure.

Tom Doberczack.

You know, I understand using
a fake name for swinging, Tom,
but "Clint Lewis"?

Seriously? A little porny.

You know, these parties
are so secretive

that when you take that extra
little layer of precaution,

it really
just makes it look like
you've got something to hide.

-A murder maybe?
-I'm not even gonna dignify

this interrogation
with a call to my lawyer.

-You guys have nothing on me.
-You fled the scene.

I see you're a CFO
at Collymore Financial, Tom.

How about I just reach out
to some of your coworkers?

Okay. Yes, I used a fake name.

And, yes, as soon as
I heard screaming
about some sort of accident,

I left, and quickly.

But that's only because
my employer wouldn't take kindly
to my proclivities.

Why don't you share
a little bit more
about those proclivities?

Get specific.

I like to watch other people,
but that's all I do.

Which is why I can say
without equivocation

that I had nothing to do
with that woman's death.

-I didn't touch her.
-All right.

You didn't touch her.

Did you watch her?

-Did you see her
with anyone else?
-Um...

She was, uh...

She was in one of the rooms
with the hanging sheets.

-Hanging sheets?
-It's for voyeurs to watch

without being seen.

I saw her with a man.

He had both his hands
around her throat.

He choked her.

He choked her so hard
and so violent.

I couldn't watch anymore,
so I left.

-And you didn't tell anybody?
-She looked like
she was enjoying it.

All right.
So, could you pick this guy out?

Who you saw choking her?

You said you stayed
downstairs, Albert.
You said it wasn't you.

Lilith found me.

She said that no one
was doing it hard enough.

She asked me to go upstairs.

And she told me to do it harder,

and I did.

Not too hard. I'm not...

I would never do it too hard.

And then she stopped breathing.

No! No.

No.

She smiled.

I loosened my hands, she smiled.
She was thankful.

She loved me.

And then she stopped breathing.

You have to believe me.
I was doing what she asked.

I don't know what happened.
I would never...

I didn't mean to kill her.

I didn't mean it.

My son grew up listening
to your music.

-Appreciate that.
-I didn't like
the violent lyrics,

the way you talked about women,
but he'd say,

"It's just the music, Mom.
They aren't really like that."

He's gonna be so disappointed.

-Man, what you going on about?
-You killed H. Beltline.

You set up the ambush.

You knew it had to look
like a random confrontation.

So using the bottle as a weapon?
That was good.

I wouldn't have been able
to do what you did next.

Y'all got the wrong guy.

I mean, Slo Blizzy been bragging
about this everywhere.

He confessed.

We found him.

Dead. And you killed him too.

What I wanna know is
why'd you do it?

Did he see what you did before
he grabbed the bottle and ran?

Or were you afraid that
he was gonna tell the truth
once we tracked him down?

GBI really tryna pin
this on me, huh?

Keep trying. I had 23,000
followers watching me live

while that fool was off
getting hisself killed.

We know you used
a third-party software

to pass off
a recorded performance as live.

This is Slo Blizzy's phone.

We recovered it at the scene.

Now I'm sure you're saying,
"Who cares?

I deleted all the messages
between myself and Slo Blizzy
right after I killed him."

Bad news.

He took screenshots
and saved them to post later.

And when you reached out
to him to negotiate a truce,

he shared his location
right away.

Milli, we got you dead to rights
for the murder of Slo Blizzy.

And we're gonna get enough
to get you for H. Beltline too.

Beltline was a good man.

My brother! Uh...

I didn't wanna do it,

but he was holding me back!

Holding you back from what?

Paying your debt
to Frankie Sanchez?

I never thought we should
switch up our brand.

Why mess up a good thing?

Ain't no money in conscious rap
unless you're Cole or Kendrick.

We was losing fans and money!

I had to get
from up under the dude.

It's not like he's
a cold-blooded killer.
He's a sub.

He wouldn't enjoy dominating
in a way that doesn't
sexually satisfy him.

Okay. So, we go
for manslaughter.

Either he killed her
because he wanted to,

or he killed her
because she wanted him to.

Same result: he killed her.
Why are you fighting this?

Because it doesn't
make sense! Okay?

I asked Pete to look for
underlying conditions

to see if anything
contributed to
her cardiac arrest.

Just give me the day.

Sounds great.

Whatever you need.

So how is it going, Ang?

-Great.
-Mmm.

I ruined
a potential relationship
with all my baggage.

Other than that,
it's apple freaking pie.

So, sober daddy
doesn't know about your baggage?

No.

His parents
have been married 50 years.

They vacation in Nantucket.

What do you think he'd do
if he found out my mom
sold me for a pack of smokes?

So you're afraid that
he's gonna reduce your life
down to its worst moments,

so you've reduced his
to its best moments.

-That's a neat trick.
-Wow. You really get me.

Come on. His wife died.

He's been sober for 24 years.
Give him a chance.

I'm sure deep down inside,
he's an asshole just like you.

-You really think so?
-Mm-hmm.

Now come on.
Go apologize, dum-dum.

He cute.

He cute-cute.

Mr. Wexford?

Don't even fix your mouth
to ask if you can--

Please, let me stay.

Will Trent popping around
is annoying enough,

but now I gotta deal with
your mama too?

-I don't think so.
-I need this, okay?

I've done everything
that I need to do.

Look, you know that
I've got the talent!

My mom has
nothing to do with me.

Please. I'll do anything.

Aight,
I'm gonna head to Buckhead now.

Hold up.

Jeremy's gonna deliver the bag.

Bet.

Can I go home then?

Wait, what?

This bag's going to
a friend of the label.
It needs to get there tonight.

I'm here to make music
that can make you money.

Look, I don't care
what's in there,
but I can't get involved.

You know what's in here?

Trust.

I'm giving you trust.

You make good on the delivery,
then I know you really down.

This is the only way.

You sure?

I know what I want.

If anything happens,
if for any reason this bag
don't make it to Buckhead,

that's the end for you, Jeremy.

Hey, it's me.

I know you're still mad at me

and it'll be a while
before you even wanna talk...

but I just wanted to say
that I am always
proud of you, Jeremy.

No matter what you do.

You are gonna do so many
amazing things in this life,

things that I could
never dream of doing.

But no matter what path
you take or who you choose
to be in this world,

I will always be your mom.

And I'll always love you.

Good work today, partner.

- I'm going home.
- Yeah, me too.

Well, to Ormewood's home.

I'm gonna make some tea and
watch some reality television.

I swear that's all they watch
in that house.

You're a great mom, Mitchell.

Jeremy's lucky to have you.

Look, diagnosing a patient
isn't as simple as matching
a few symptoms

with a disease, right?

We're not playing charades here.

Always start with
the patient, right?
As long as you know...

Angie.

Hi, uh...

Is there some place we can talk?

Here's fine.

Nice callback. Okay.

-I have a work question.
-A work question?

Sure. This is Detective Polaski,
by the way.

Hi.

So, I have a victim who died
of asphyxiation during a sex act

at a swingers club.

I don't think you need
to write that down.

What's the question?

There's a history
of consensual strangulation

but no definitive evidence
that strangulation was
the cause of death.

So the question is,
could something else
have caused the asphyxiation?

Anyone care to answer?

An underlying condition
such as asthma,

an allergic reaction resulting
in anaphylactic shock,

an acute drug overdose--

Thank you.
I think we'll pause there.

So here's the thing.

My vic had no known allergies,
no underlying condition.

-The toxicology report
was unremarkable.
-Mmm.

Who wants to explain
the fine print
of toxicology reports?

Let's let somebody else. Please.

Toxicology reports
don't account for newer
or less common drugs.

So we could've missed
something in her system?

Exactly. Your vic was
at a party, right?

We've seen an uptick
of recreational use of a few
opioid alternatives lately.

Uh, they give a similar high.

People assume that
they're safe. They're not.
I'll get you a list.

You can have your coroner
request additional testing.

That'd be great.

- Thank you, everybody.
- Mm-hmm.

Happy to help.

Is that all?

-No.
-Oh.

No. Obviously, I wanted to
come see you to tell you...

I was raised
in the foster care system.

So I never really had
a lot of people in my life.

I just got out of
a 24-year on-again-off-again
toxic relationship

that ended with him
arresting me.

If you don't stop writing,
I'll haul all of you in.

She doesn't mean that.

Come with me, please.

Okay. It's not like
I haven't entertained others.

But those were just carnal.

Until this.

Well, I'm hoping
this will be a little carnal.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. I, um...

I should not have
gone through your wallet,
and I shouldn't have run.

And if I have
a question next time,

if there is a next time,
I will just ask you.

Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Wait. You wanna kiss me
after that?

Yeah, that was a good apology.

You took responsibility.
You were vulnerable,
you opened up.

It was great. I'm a little
turned on right now.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

-Let's kiss.
-Yeah.

-Has anyone died in here?
-A hundred percent.
Yeah, it's a hospital.

There's like
a hundred ghosts in here
waiting for you to kiss me.

-Great. I'm nervous now.
-You're right. Let's forget it.

-Let's forget--
-Forget the whole thing.

- Trent.
- Uh, yeah, I'm...

I'm getting arrested.

I convinced them
to let me call you
because you're GBI.

Wait, what? You okay?

- Hang on. Let me get your mom.
- No, no...

Look, I can't let her see me
like this, man.

Please, Will.
I really need your help.

Where are you?

What's happening?

We know Lilith had some drinks
at the party, right?

-Do you know
if she had anything else?
-No.

I mean, uh...

I know sometimes
she would try things.

You know, just party drugs,
nothing hardcore.

Well, we tested her blood
for something called
gamma hydroxybutyrate.

GHB.

It lowers inhibitions,
increases sex drive
and it causes euphoria.

It was found in her system.

What? I don't understand.
What are you saying?

GHB combined with alcohol
can cause respiratory arrest.

It's not a common reaction,
but it can happen.

And that's what happened
to Lilith.

-But I didn't--
-Albert, look.

We know you didn't
kill her, okay?

It was just... It was just
a terrible accident.

You're free to go.

Good evening. Special Agent
Will Trent of the GBI--

Hey.
Get back in your car.
This is a narcotics case.

I don't care if he has
rich parents or if he's
friends with the governor.

Whoa, whoa,
All right, calm down.
Talk to me. What's going on?

This kid was transporting
a duffle bag full of meth.

-Why'd he get pulled over?
-He was driving too slow.

He what?

You always stop people
for driving slow
in this neighborhood?

Hey, look. Don't start all that.
He was just doing his job.

And thank God that he did
because I'm taking him in.

Hey, where you going?

Hey, where you going?

Will. Thank you.
Thank you so much
for coming, man.

A duffle bag of meth?

-What the hell did you do?
-Look, I was making a delivery.

I didn't know there was anything
in the bag, okay?

A delivery for who? Huh?

Did Rafael Wexford
make you do this?

Look, I made a mistake, Will.

I made a mistake
and it won't happen again.

What you did is called
drug trafficking. It's a felony!

Twenty years in prison,
maybe more, since you're
a party to organized crime.

You just ruined your damn life.

This is gonna kill your mother,
you know that?

Do we have to tell her?

That's the least of
your problems.

There's a narcotics officer
out there who thinks
he's gonna win the war on drugs

if he brings you in.

I can't go to prison, Will.

Gotta be something
you can do, man.
Anything. Please, man.

There are no good choices here.
You understand that, right?

But I do have one idea. One.

He's leaving with me.

I appreciate you playing ball.

Yeah, okay.

But tell me why
so I know what to put on
that ethics complaint

that I'll file against you.

This young man
is my confidential informant.

Now, the longer you hold him,
the more you compromise
my investigation.

You don't wanna do that.

This delivery
needs to happen, all right?

I'm still filing that report,
Special Agent Trent.

Oh, I understand.

But if you mention his name,
we got a problem.

Okay, so what do we do now?

You deliver the drugs
like nothing ever happened.

-Okay. And then what?
-You keep your eyes
and your ears open.

Off the Ropes Records
is just a front for Rafael
and the Piedmont Kings,

but now you are helping
the DA's office build their
RICO case to take him down.

-I don't wanna be a snitch.
-Maybe you should've
thought of that

before you put yourself
in this position.

I don't know what you expected
when you called me,
but I'm not breaking the law.

I'm sorry, Jeremy.

It's either this or prison.

Okay.

I'm in.

This stays between us.

Just us.