All language subtitles for Will Trent S02E03 - You Don_t Have to Understand (Awafim.tv).srt - eng(2)

[Faith] Previously on
Will Trent ...

- Cricket.
- [door slams]

I gotta get back to work, Will.

Well, you also have to heal.

How well am I gonna heal
if I start using again?

'’Cause you know
that'’s what's gonna happen
if I don'’t stay busy.

I pretended for years
like it didn'’t matter

what you did
as long as you came home.

Yeah, and I didn'’t deserve
that forgiveness, but you do.

I just wanna say
that I'’m still in if you are.

I don'’t know if I am.

[clattering]

Hello?

[fixture clanks]

Could you have picked
a more disgusting place?

[creaking]

[rattling]

Hey. Hey, it'’s stuck.
[chuckles] Come on.

[sighs]

[screams]

[Angie grunting]

["Traädgaården" playing]

♪ Wednesday morning ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ I got up too early
And down...♪

[gasps]

♪ ...the street
I then saw this party ♪

[exhales heavily]

Pass.[sighs]

[song continues]

[APD tester chuckles]

♪ No, no, na, na, na ♪

[song fades out]

Congratulations and
welcome back, Detective Polaski.

Thank you.

- Brought you a gift.
- Oh, you'’re finally
giving me Betty.

We are gonna be so happy
together, aren'’t we, girl?

You know she doesn'’t really
like you, right?

[chuckles]
But you can hold the leash.

May I? [scoffs]
Hmm.

Yeah.

All right. [clears throat]

What hurts the most?

Will--Come on.

You might'’ve been able to fool
them, but you can'’t fool me.

It'’s my lower back today.

[Will] All right. [grunts]

Ooh. [inhales sharply]

I know.

You can'’t fool me
either, you know.[sighs]

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- What do you mean by that?
- [strap clasping]

You'’re playing hooky.

I'’ve never seen you avoid work.

Have you talked to anyone
about the explosion?

No.

I think you should.

You can talk to me.

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

[clicks tongue, exhales]

This is Trent.

[Angie] Mm-hmm.

[Will] Uh-huh.

- Yeah, I'’ll be right there.
- [Betty whimpers]

See? Not avoiding work.

Just avoiding, period.

- I'’ll take Betty.
- You can'’t have my dog, Ang.

I am going home, and I will
drop her by your place.

- Tell Nico I'’m coming.
- All right.

I'’m on to you, all right?

And, Betty, you already know.

- [Betty whimpers]
- She likes whipped cream, right?

She'’s lactose intolerant.

[Angie] No, she'’s not. Is she?

[police radio chatter]

- [siren blares]
- [sighs] Where'’s Mitchell?

I thought she was already here.

What is she, transparent?

Deputy Director Wagner, Agent
Trent, I'’m Detective Collier.

Not sure why they called you in.

City'’s breaking ground
on a $500 million
redevelopment next week.

Think they want any of us here?

What have you got?

Contractor arrived this morning
for an inspection. Found a body.

You'’ll need one of these.

You look like a mushroom.

[police radio chatter]

Looks like the victim
was attacked down here,
then ran up the stairs.

Body'’s on the second level,
but techs have the stairs
blocked off

till they finish
with the blood trail.

[Amanda] Well, if the stairs
are blocked, how are we
supposed to see the body?

Ooh. Scissor lift.
I can operate that.

Oh, good. Fire it up.

[Collier] Or, we could wait
for the contractor.

I mean, I'’m not sure.
I mean, I don'’t think OSHA--

I don'’t wait.

Make sure y-you tell Faith
that when she finally shows up.

- You got two seconds, Collier.
- [sighs]

See, this is your fault.

Faith'’s picking up
your bad habits.

You'’ve been late to work every
day this week and leaving early.

What, you think you figured out
all of the murders in Atlanta,

you don'’t need to
come into work anymore?

The next time I go into that
office, I better find you.

And that goes
for your partner too.

Mmm. Took you long enough.

How'’d you get up here?

Said I was a tech
and took the stairs.

There was no way I was taking
that death trap. Mm-mmm.

Here'’s the vic.[Amanda] Hmm.

- This is new.
- A doorknob to the back.

Looks like it missed the ribs
and punctured the heart.

Either super lucky
or super skillful.

It matches the rest of the
doorknobs in the building.

So it'’s safe to say
that our killer did not
bring a doorknob

for the purpose of murder.

Knife, Glock.
Find any other weapons?

[chuckles] Take your pick.

So far we'’ve got
a switchblade, a box cutter,
a pair of nunchucks,

along with an abundance
of condoms, needles,
pacifiers, and glow sticks.

This place has been derelict
since the '’90s.

Every last surface is covered
with prints and bodily fluids.

Well, don'’t sound so excited.

Hey, help me out.
Count of three.

We need to turn him around.
Ready? One, two.

[strains] Up.
There-- There we go.

This isn'’t his blood.

What?

There'’s barely a trickle
from the wound on the back.

Only other wound
is that gash on his arm,

which didn'’t hit anything major.

Uh, Deputy Director?

Victor Carrey'’s outside.
He'’d like a word.

The councilman?
What'’s he doing here?[Amanda exhales]

[Amanda] Man attends
a police athletic fundraiser,

thinks he deserves
special privileges.

- Will, where you goin'’?
- Blood drip patterns.

It'’s not from
the victim coming up.

It'’s from someone
else going down.

More passive stains,

but the pattern'’s inconsistent.

[siren wailing in distance]

Gunshots.

Maybe the Glock.

Don'’t beat yourself up.

It'’s not even a word.

"WWJD." What would Jesus do?

The purse.

Any keys? Wallet?

Could mean whosever'’s
purse this is got away.

Folic acid.

[Victor] There'’s a
ribbon-cutting ceremony
in two days.

I'’m aware of that.

Okay, they were supposed to be
setting up the risers today.

Now, if there'’s
a spike in violence--

Councilman, I have
my best team on it.
We'’ll keep you in the loop.

Anything I can do to help
wrap this up as quickly
and quietly as possible,

just let Ian here know.

Will do. Excuse me.

[Faith] So why is
the councilman babysitting us?

Oh, he'’s a big
law-and-order guy.

Can'’t shut up about how
the crime rate'’s fallen
in his district.

This redevelopment project is
the cornerstone of his campaign.

Sounds like a pain in the ass.[Amanda] Yes.

Break it down for me.
I heard you found another body.

[Will] In the loading dock.

Also found evidence
of the third person
who was here. A woman.

Is she our killer?

More likely
she was the original target.

The woman, she was--
she was up here.

- [person grunting, shouting]
- [Will] Vic one attacked her.

She struggled.

[grunts]

The young man-- vic two--
he interrupted,
tried to protect her.

- [shouts]
- [screams]

[gunshot][person gasps]

Vic one turned on vic two,
shot him three times.

[vic two gasps]

[Will] In the meantime,
the woman, she found a weapon,

- plunged it in vic one'’s back.
- [shouts]

[vic one shouts]

[Will] She tried to help
vic two escape.

That explains the inconsistent
blood stains and drag patterns.

By the time they got
to the loading dock,
vic two collapsed.

Too heavy to move.
Probably already dead.

[person crying]

[Will] She was forced
to leave him behind.

[gasping]

If this woman
is still out there,

why didn'’t she call the police?

I'’m not sure.

[Faith] Something else.

Based on what was in her purse,

I'’d bet money
this woman is pregnant.

[panting]

Has Gina spoken with,
uh, affair guy?

Don'’t know, don't care.
We'’re moving forward.

Lock it in the vault.

Okay.

I'’m taking her out
to dinner this weekend.

I already got
a babysitter lined up.

And then yesterday,
I stopped by the grocery store

'’cause Cooper was
complaining that we were
out of pizza pockets.

And then, this morning when Gina
didn'’t wanna get out of bed,

guess who volunteered
to drop the kids off?

Uh, this guy.

Okay, but she didn'’t
get out of bed?

- You sure she'’s okay?
- Yeah. She'’s fine.

It'’s not like that, okay?
She just didn'’t sleep well.

- [bell dings]
-'’Kay.

'’Kay.

You told me not to make a big
thing on your first day back.

- Right?
- Yeah. Yeah.

[officers applauding, cheering]

Got ya! [laughs]

They were on sale.

- It'’s good to
have you back, Polaski.
- Thanks, Cap.

I'’m stronger than ever.
I'’m gonna keep up with my PT...

That'’s great. I don't care....and I can-- Okay.

Pete'’s got a body
for you in the morgue.

[smacks lips] It'’s like
I was never even attacked
and almost killed.

[Angie] Ah, Louise.[Michael chuckles]

The guy with the doorknob
in his back was Dale Sonson,

known triggerman
for the Death Pistons.
Also did freelance.

Death Pistons?

Every biker gang secretly
wants to be a metal band.

[scoffs]

- Any connection
to the gunshot victim?
- Not that we can find.

His name was Conrad Warren,

an associate youth pastor
at New Beginnings
Community of Faith.

Here is our missing woman.

Isabella Altman: 22,
single, lives alone,

works for the school district.

Coworkers confirm
she'’s pregnant.

- Say she'’s pretty far along.
- Family?

Driving in from Louisiana

and supposedly had no idea
about the pregnancy.

Someone lured Isabella to that
location, paid Dale to kill her,

which means they'’ll
probably try again.

Guess you better stop them.

Obviously.

[Faith] Got it.

Is there a wound on this guy
I'’m not seeing?

He looks--Offensively perfect?

Yeah.

Who has tricep definition
after they'’re dead?

Ooh. There'’s cake.

- It'’s good.
- Did you bring me a piece?

Uh.

Then throw it away.

[sighs] Come on, Pete.

Okay. Okay.
Oh, oh-- All right.

This is Ted Burkle,
investment broker.

Dropped dead
in the middle of a sauna

at the Ruby Dreams
Wellness Center.

Cardiac arrest.

Then why are we here?

Burkle was in great shape,
a health nut.

No family history
of cardiac issues,

so the hospital
ordered an autopsy.

Lo and behold,

Ted'’s blood had an exceedingly
high level of buprenorphine.

That'’s a pain med.

It can stop your heart
if you OD.

- Did he have a prescription?
- Nope, he was poisoned.

Do we know how?

Buprenorphine can be absorbed
a number of ways:

orally, transdermally, rectally.

[Michael scoffs, chuckles]

I'’m sure a guy would notice
if someone tried to poison him

- with a suppository.
- [sighs]

But it'’s-- it's really
fast-acting, right?

So with a dose that high,
it would have happened
just before he died?

Someone dosed him at the spa.

Correct.

Oh, Detective Ormewood.
I have something for you.

[Angie] Mmm-mm.

My divorce attorney.

You'’ll thank me.
She'’s like a dingo.

I'’m not getting a divorce.

You'’re not?
I thought I heard--

- Who told you I was
getting a divorce?
- [Angie] Okay. Come on.

Come on, lock it in the vault.

Come on.
Thank you, Pete. Thanks.

[Michael] Not getting
a divorce, Pete.

Conrad and his parents
have been a part of our church
since he was a boy.

And I'’ve never known
a kinder heart.

Thank you, Pastor.

Mr. and Mrs. Warren,

did Conrad ever mention
someone named Isabella Altman?

She'’s a member
of our congregation.

I see. Were she and your son--

No, Conrad wasn'’t
her baby'’s father,
if that'’s what you're asking.

He counseled her, and he would
never have abused his position.

Uh-- Why are you asking
about Isabella?

She'’s missing,

and we believe Conrad was
killed trying to protect her.

Oh.

- Oh, my sweet boy.
- Okay.

Do you know if Isabella
had a boyfriend?

Maybe an ex-boyfriend?

Isabella stayed quiet
about the father.

I get the sense
he'’s not in the picture.

She plans on raising
the baby herself.

All right.

Pastor Reggie, would you, uh,
join me in the hallway?

I wanna assure you that I'’m here
to help, Agent Trent.

Conrad'’s parents aren't exactly
trusting of the police.

Oh, I understand.

I guess I'’m not exactly trusting
of religious leaders.

Do you have any suspicions

of who the father
of Isabella'’s baby might be?

Maybe someone else
in your congregation?

No, I don'’t think so.

We'’re a tight-knit community.

We'’re not big on shame.

I'’d like to believe
the father would come forward.

No offense, Pastor,
but in my experience,

every congregation
hides at least a few
liars and hypocrites.

I'’m sure you're right.

Mmm.

And I'’m truly sorry for that.

Whatever led to your mistrust,
just pray it can be healed.

It'’s my birthday,
if you could believe that.

[sniffs]

Teddy was the spa guy, not me,

but he-- he wanted me to
join him, but just like a gift.

So you were with your brother
when he collapsed?

Sitting right next to him.

We were in there ten minutes,
a-and I wasn'’t sure
if that was normal.

I had never been to
a-- a long sauna
or anything like that.

And then when the spa worker
rushed to him

and took his pulse...

that'’s when I knew.

Could you think of anyone
who was at the spa that day

that might have had a motive
to kill your brother?

You know, an ex-girlfriend,

boyfriend, coworkers,
anything like that?

Joel, you can tell us.

Look, I loved my brother.

He could be really generous.

And also he was
pretty self-absorbed.

So you'’re saying
you can think of

somebody who might
have had a motive?

Not specifically.

I guess I'’m just saying
it-it'’s possible.

[Michael sighs]

Spoke to multiple members
of the gospel choir
as well as a few...

[in Spanish]

[in English] Anyway.

[in Spanish]

- [phone ringing]
- [sighs]

[sighs]

Trent.

No signs of forced entry

or a struggle
in Isabella'’s apartment.

I'’m taking a bunch of stuff
back to the office to process.

How'’s church?

Well, so far
everyone I'’ve spoken to

seems to be devastated
by Conrad'’s death.

They'’re worried about Isabella,
and they all love Pastor Reggie.

- Ooh. Do I detect a tone?
- Yes, you do.

That man'’s hiding something.

You saw how he was
running interference.

Will, that'’s kind of his job.

Why don'’t you just admit that
there'’s something about faith,

lowercase F,
you have a problem with?

I don'’t know,
maybe faith, lowercase F,

is so far
from anything I understand.

- I don'’t trust it.
- Well, you don'’t have to
understand it.

I mean, that'’s kind of
the point, right?

Surrender.

Yeah, I'’ll ponder that.
Gotta go.

[ends call]

[mumbles]

[mumbles]

[virtual assistant]
Would you like to have dinner
with me sometime?

[repeats in Spanish]

[Will repeats in Spanish]

[virtual assistant] Your lamp
is broken. Let me fix it.

[repeats in Spanish]

[Lucy] You deserve
nice things, mijo.

[distorted] You deserve
nice things.

[device turns off]

[sound of explosion continues]

[Will breathes deeply]

[Reggie] If you'’re waiting
for me, here I am.

Come inside.

[sighs]

[Will] Sitting alone
with a young woman.

Is that something you do often?

You do it with Isabella?

[Reggie chuckles]

Well, sometimes
sitting is prayer.

That woman, her three-year-old

has already had
five open-heart surgeries,

and she just found out
he needs to have another.

I was bearing witness,

helping her hold the pain

so she can make it
through the next minute.

And then the minute
after that

and the minute
after that.

Being human isn'’t easy.

God has a plan, right?

Is it any better if he does?

Sometimes
terrible things happen.

Yes, they do.

All we can do is let God
use us as his instruments

when the moment asks.

Mmm.

You and me might have
something in common.

We wanted to do
something meaningful.

Maybe because we grew up
feeling we weren'’t meaningful

in and of ourselves.

Trauma does that to us.

Makes us look
for things out there,

distracts us
with external goals

so we can avoid the hard work

of accepting our own frailty,
our own worth.

Every human being has worth,
Agent Trent.

Mmm.

Even murderers?

Give me a harder one.

I didn'’t fall off
the pastor truck yesterday.

Every person is more than
the worst things they'’ve done...

or the worst things
that were done to them.

I'’m sure I'll be
seeing you soon, Pastor.

[elevator bell dings]

Morning. You find anything
in that apartment?

- Hold the door.
- [Will] What?

- I said hold the door.
- [Will] Okay, okay.

Well, I take it
we'’re going somewhere?

You can stop chasing the pastor.

Remember Councilman Carrey
from the crime scene?

Yes.

This parking pass I found
in Isabella'’s apartment,

it'’s from his office building.

Do you know this woman?

Yeah, she was, uh--
She worked here.

Isabella Altman.
She was an intern last summer.

What does this have to do
with the crime scene?

- Did something happen to her?
- She'’s missing.

We believe
she might be in danger.

Uh, Ian, it'’s doing
that thing again.

I don'’t know
what I'’m doing wrong, but--

What is it? What'’s going on?

Isabella'’s missing.

Intern Isabella.

Oh, my God.

Maybe you'’d rather have
this conversation alone.

My wife and I are a team.

Anything that you need to ask,
you can ask in front of her.

And we trust Ian
like he'’s family.
Don'’t we, hon?

- Mmm.
- Fine.

When was the last time
any of you saw Isabella?

- Not since she
worked here, right?
- When was that exactly?

Last summer.
She was on the community
transit outreach project.

I-I'’m sorry, I'm confused.

Are you saying those two murders
are connected to Isabella?

We need you to tell us
everything you can about her.

Friends, boyfriends, habits.

Of course.

Ian, can you see if there are
any of her old files

on the main drive?

Personnel records,
emails, whatever
you can find might help.

- Right away.
- You feeling okay,
Councilman?

Yeah.

Oh, honey.

That poor girl.

Let'’s pray for her.

Yeah. Let'’s.

You provide food and beverages
to your clients?

We offer water,
a selection of herbal teas

and an organic
seed and berry medley.

Who has access to those?

Is-Is there any way they could
have been tampered with, or...

It'’s possible,
but it'’s all communal.

There'’d be no way
to target someone.

What am I watching?

[instrumental music playing]

[spa owner] That'’s an aufguss.
It'’s German for "infusion."

It'’s an ancient therapeutic and
meditative hydrotherapy ritual.

We'’re one of the only spas
in the United States
that offers them.

You don'’t say.

So, this is what Ted Burkle was,

uh, experiencing
when he collapsed?

[spa owner] Ted loved
aufgusses.

He did at least one a week.

In fact, I know
that he and Wolfgang--

uh, that'’s our aufguss meister--

They were in talks
about starting
a sauna franchise together.

And you were okay with that?

I would never stand
in the way of wellness.

Right.

Well, so, uh,
what happened there?

They couldn'’t make a deal or...

Honestly, I'’m not quite sure.

I think maybe Ted backed out.

We'’re gonna need
to question Wolfgang.

For sure, but not yet.
I wanna see where this goes.

[music ends]

I'’m still looking
for a money trail,

but I'’m telling you that
politician stinks of baby daddy.

Forensics?

Our theory was right.

Isabella'’s prints
were on the doorknob.

The gun belonged
to our hired killer,

and Conrad'’s prints
are on the kitchen knife.

Hmm.

But there was a second set

of prints on the knife,

belonging to someone
named Leonard Parker.

Who'’s Leonard Parker?

He had a string
of arrests in Philadelphia,
some over 20 years ago,

including an outstanding warrant
for being the getaway driver
in an armed robbery,

where an innocent bystander
was killed.

That'’s Pastor Reggie.

Yes, it is.

[chuckles]

So you use these essential oils
in the treatment or whatever?

For aromatherapy,
I infuse waters with scents
and pour them onto the rocks.

[Michael grunts]
Oh, please don'’t touch them.

Uh, sorry,
but only I touch them.

They are absolute grade,
extremely rare.[sighs]

Any chance
you might have infused
Ted Burkle'’s drinking water?

Why would I want to hurt Ted?

We heard you two
had a business deal.

[sighs] I don'’t waste energy
fighting the universe'’s plans.

If it was not to be,
it was not to be.

We'’re gonna have to
take these oils

and run some tests on them.

Fine. Just please use
as little as possible.

What'’s that on the rock there?

Where?

[Angie] Uh, this
melted plastic thing.

[Wolfgang] Plastic?

[scoffs] We'’ll have to
replace all the basalt.

Plastic is toxic.

Looks to me like someone'’s
trying to destroy evidence.

Get your clothes on, Wolfy.

You'’re running with us.

Come on.

[Will] Do you know who this is,

Leonard?

Tell me.

Hmm.

- Guay Wong.
- Hmm.

He was, uh, killed during an
armed robbery in Philadelphia.

I knew you were
hiding something.

You'’ve been lying
for over 20 years.

I'’m not that person anymore.

I started a new life.

Why were your prints on the
knife where Conrad was killed?

Because that knife is mine.

It'’s from the church kitchen.

Mmm. Conrad maybe took it
for protection.

Where'’s Isabella?

[inhales deeply]

[Faith] Are you
- the baby'’s father?
- No.

- Do you know who is?
- No. That'’s the truth.

But you know
where she is, don'’t you?

Don'’t you?

- Don'’t you?
- Yes. Yes.

See, but this is her choice.

She'’s scared, man.

I believe you. I do.

And I believe
that you wanted to protect her.

But so do we. So let us help.

Isabella came to the church
after the attack.

She was terrified.

She said the baby'’s father
sent her a message

saying he missed her
and wanted to meet,

but it had to be
where no one else would see.

Isabella had told Conrad.

He must have followed her.

And then you know
what happened.

You should'’ve
called the police.

She begged me not to.

She stabbed that man.

Conrad died to protect her.

I mean, she feels responsible.

She'’s terrified that her baby
will be taken away.

And I'’ve tried my best
to convince her to come forward.

But considering my past...

who am I to force her?

If what you'’re saying is true,
I will do everything that I can

to make sure that Isabella is
never separated from her baby.

So please, tell us where she is.

The church keeps an apartment.

The address is unlisted.

It'’s a--

It'’s a
domestic violence sanctuary.

[sirens wailing]

GBI!

Isabella?

Clear.

[sighs]

Someone got to her.

[sighs]

Well, it looks like
your precious little oils
were clean there, Wolfy.

That plasticky stuff?

It'’s a buprenorphine patch.

We found adhesive
on Ted'’s lower back.

That'’s how it got in his system.

And they never prescribe
those things without
specific instructions

to avoid high temperatures.

So maybe Ted
didn'’t know he had it on,

or maybe he thought
it was something else.

But you knew it was there,
because the second he dropped,

you were over there to peel it
off and throw it on the rocks.

You'’re in great pain.

Excuse me?[Wolfgang] I can see it.

The tension.

How the waves come,
and you push them away.

[inhales deeply]

- How long has it been?
- Hey.

My partner'’s pain is none
of your business. All right?

Now back to Ted Burkle.

You two had an agreement,
business plans,

meetings with investors.

See, the thing
about rich guys like Ted

is that as they'’re
stringing you along,

they'’re not realizing

that when they change
their mind on a whim,

they'’re crushing your dreams.

I wasn'’t angry at Ted.

It wasn'’t the right time,
w-with his father dying.

And we agreed to revisit
the plan in the future.

- What do you mean
about his father dying?
- Uh, cancer.

He'’d been battling it for years,

but Ted told me
he'’s nearing the end.

[Will] Techs are still
processing the scene.

I put out an alert for all
city cameras in the area.

You think it'’s someone else
connected with the church?

Pastor Reggie says
they share use of the apartment
with two other charities.

I am getting the names
of everyone who knows
that space exists.

Hmm. Sheltered Haven.

Is that one of the organizations
the church cooperates with?

- Yes, it is.
- What do you know?

Councilman Carrey
is a board member.

[gate buzzes]

[buzzes]

Let'’s get Carrey's aide
on the phone.

[gunshot]

[Isabella screams] Don'’t!

10-78.

Agents Mitchell and Trent
requesting backup

at the home of
Councilman Victor Carrey.

[Isabella] What do you want?

[bird cawing]

- Help!
- GBI! Show me your hands!

No, no, no. It-It wasn'’t me.
I was trying
to save her, please.

[gunshot][Victor grunting]

- It'’s the wife.
- Honey.

[groans]

-"The wife." Damn right,
I'’m the wife.
- [sighs]

[Isabella groaning, grunting]

[Isabella crying]

[gasping]

Okay. Okay. Are you--
Are you hurt or is this a--

[groaning]

Yeah. Okay.
Second one. Got it.

Okay. All right. Um.

Isabella, hey. Um.

My name is Will Trent. I'’m a
special agent with the GBI.

You, uh-- You wanna lie down?

Yeah. Yeah.
Why don'’t you lie down?

That'’s a great idea.
Here we go, okay?

Oh. [grunts]

Okay.

Okay.

We'’re-We're gonna be fine.
It'’s gonna be fine.

[mouthing] You should be--
Come-- You should come here.

[door creaks]

[Isabella whimpers]

[groans]

[mouthing]

[groaning]

[whispering] Okay. [shushing]

Okay. Um.

I'’m so sorry, and I kn--
I know it'’s unreasonable,

but we need to be quiet.
Okay? Um.

If you wanna yell,
here, squeeze my hands.

Squeeze them. There you go.

- [bones cracking]
- [groaning]

Okay. Okay. Okay.

I'’m gonna need you
to look down there.

["Time Has Come Today" playing]

[groaning]

[whispering] Okay. Um.

Yes, ma'’am.

Um, I'’m-I'm gonna make
my way around. Here we go.

Okay. Easy.

- Okay. Easy.
- [groaning]

All right.

[groaning continues]

I'’m gonna take a look now, okay?

Um.

This is happening, like,
right now. Right now.

[Will sighs] Oh, um--

I gotta sanitize.
I know. I'’m sorry.

♪ Time has come today ♪

♪ Young hearts
can go their way ♪

Okay, okay.

♪ Time has come today ♪

I wanna push.

- You wanna push?
- Mm-hmm. I wanna push.

That'’s great. That's great.
That'’s great. That's great.

I'’m-I'm gonna see
how we'’re doing, okay?
I'’m just gonna take a...

♪ Now the time has come ♪

[Isabella panting]

- [grunts]
- Isabella, I see
the head. [laughs]

Oh, my God. This is crazy.

♪ Time has come today ♪

- ♪ Time ♪
- ♪ Time has come today ♪

♪ Time ♪

[yelps]

Faith?

♪ Time ♪

[whimpers, panting]

I sacrificed everything for him.

Erin Carrey,
you are under arrest

for the murder of Victor Carrey.

- I got her!
- Okay.

[gasping]

Okay. Hey, Isabella.
You wanna yell?[grunting]

[grunting] Uh-huh.

Okay. Go ahead.
Make all the noise you want.

Let it out. Let'’s go.

[screaming]

He was supposed to be governor.
[gasps]

Push, push, push, push, push.
Come on. Go one more.

[muffled] Push. Come on,
Isabella. You got this.

You got this. Come on. Come on.

[screams]

[song ends]

[baby whimpers, crying]

[gasps]

[Isabella groans, pants]
Oh. Oh, my...

Hi.

[crying]

Look at you.

It'’s a boy, Isabella.

[siren wailing in distance]

My God.

Look what you made.

Isabella? Is she okay?

Oh, she'’s gonna be fine.
Just exhausted.

Your mama'’s gonna be just fine.

She is so excited to meet you.

She'’s gonna love you so much.

[sobs]

[knocks on door]

Detectives,

do you have news?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think we do.

Should we step out?

No, it'’s fine. He's, uh--
He'’s pretty out of it.

Yeah, the hospice manager
said your father'’s new here.

- Before this, he was
living with you?
- Yes.

I, uh-- I moved him in with me
two years ago when the cancer
started spreading.

It'’s gotta be stressful,
being a caretaker.

Did your brother help out much?

No.

He, uh, said that he didn'’t
do well with disease.

Your father was using
buprenorphine patches

for the pain, wasn'’t he?

Must'’ve been a few left over.

[sighs]

We know you and your brother
have been getting
monthly payments

from a family trust.

There'’s gotta be more
where that comes from, right?

When your father passes?

Don'’t say that.

It'’s not like I want him to die.

- I mean, you also
don'’t wanna share.
- Why should I?

I have done everything.

Everything.

I gave up years of my life.

First, my mother,
then my father,

while Ted was out
at wellness retreats

or joining a fancy gym
to optimize himself.

I told him I needed help.

And if he had spent one day...

one day taking care
of our father...

he would'’ve known
what that patch was.

Okay, Joel. It'’s time to go.

Can I at least say goodbye?

- Yeah. All right.
- [Michael] We'’ll be
right outside.

Poor old guy.

Now he'’s gonna die alone.

Life is relentless.

[sighs]

I could sure use a beer
after this one, you know?

I'’m sober, dumbass.

And shouldn'’t you get home?

I don'’t have to rush, but...

yeah.

Yeah, I should go home.

[Isabella chuckles,
speaks indistinctly]

- [Isabella'’s mother
speaks indistinctly]
- [Isabella laughs]

[breathes deeply]

[Reggie sighs]

Thank you
for letting me see them.

I talked to the DA
in Philadelphia.

Promised to take into account
your years of atonement.

I appreciate that.

I hope you make peace
with your ghost, Agent Trent.

'’Cause I'm gonna try
to make peace with mine.

[footsteps approaching]

Faith tells me
you got a confession.

Yeah. Well, Erin Carrey paid
to have Isabella killed.

When that went sideways, she
took matters into her own hands.

And when the councilman
tried to stop her,
she took care of him too.

So, a birth.

A baby.

That-- That must have been--

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[sighs]

It took my breath away.

"I stood with them
outside the universe...

and then, like a god, I turned
and brought them in."

It'’s from a poem
by Sharon Olds.

Yeah.

It was like that.

What is this? What--
What are we doing?

Call it what you like.
[chuckles]

Uh.

We'’re sitting.