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[Amanda]
Previously on Will Trent...

Are you okay?

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

This bag's going to
a friend of the label.

It needs to get there tonight.

- Trent.
- I really need your help.

I'm getting arrested.

This kid was transporting
a duffel bag full of meth.

This young man is
my confidential informant.

This stays between us.

Just us.

[footsteps approaching]

- [door closes]
- Agent Trent.

Agent Trent?

Your sidearm.

Were you topped off?

- [magazine clicks]
- [bullet set on table]

[faint clicking]

- [magazine clicks]
- [bullet set on table]

I know you're familiar
with the Miranda waiver,

but you should read this over
carefully before signing.

Or I could go over it with you.

It's just so you have a full
understanding of your rights.

Okay, okay. Uh...

You'll have 24 hours
to provide a statement for
this criminal investigation.

[fading]
You're required to answer
all questions truthfully.

Failing to comply could lead
to disciplinary action...

[clicking continues]

...termination,
criminal and/or civil charges.

Do you hear that?

Special Agent,
do you understand your rights?

[sighs] I do.

When you think you're ready,

I'm sure your lawyer will
wanna have time to prepare
your statement. [sighs]

Um...

I don't need a lawyer.

Listen, I've gotten four calls
about this already.

The mayor's office, the chief,

they want this
buttoned up fast.

But you do have rights.
So use your rep.

Hey, you could go to jail.

Get a lawyer.

- [officer 1, distorted]
What a nightmare.
- [officer 2] Oh, God.

[clicking continues]

[Will] Stop!

- Paco, stop!
- What are we even doing?

- Paco, what are
we really doing?
- [Will] Paco!

[grunts]

I'll go around!

Paco, stop!
You're making it worse.

- [Paco] Move!
- [screams]

- [loud bang]
- [tenant screams]

- [Paco groans]
- Show me your hands.

- Lemme see your hands!
- I didn't do nothing!

- On your stomach.
Hands behind your back.
- [grunting]

All this for a little
routine warrant, huh, Paco?

Was it worth it?
You just added obstruction
and attempted murder

on those charges.

Help!

Help!

Don't move.

- What is it?
- We were just here
playing video games,

- then he got shot.
- What?

It hurts. [grunts]

No. No. No, no, no, no, no.

- Hey.
- Is he gonna be okay?

Let me see. Let me see.

[screams]

- You're gonna be okay.
- [grunts]

Oh, God...

Oh, my God.

- We need EMS now.
- What happened?

[sighs] I shot him.

What I need you to do
is slow down. Each of you.

- Prioritize exactly
what needs to be done.
- Yes, ma'am.

I have a team preparing
the press release so we can
get in front of this early.

Good. Nothing
comes out of this office
unless I sign off on it.

- You hear?
- Yes.

[Amanda] Thank you. Next?

City hall requested
hourly updates and some
background on the agent.

Does he have
a history of complaints?

Agent Trent's record
is unimpeachable.

[Angie] Heller said
you don't want an attorney.

Will, you are in it.

Right now, you're just
underwater. Believe me.

I know.

[sighs]

You're not thinking
of yourself.

You need someone
who'll do that.

[footsteps approaching]

[knocks on door]

Just leaving.

Will, if she's offering help,
take it.

I'm taking some personal days
to formally recuse myself
from this case.

I'm here in an unofficial
nonwork capacity
as your adviser, as a friend.

That's not necessary.

Oh, it absolutely is.

[sighs] When's the last time
you had a drink?

- Uh... I don't drink.
- How many hours did you sleep

the night before the incident?

[stammering] I-I...

- Financial issues?
- I don't know. What is--

Problems with ex-girlfriends?
Stressed at work?

- I wasn't compromised.
- That's irrelevant.

It doesn't matter
what happened.

What matters is what
appears to have happened.

You are going to have to
account for the last 24 hours.

Your emotions, your actions.
Were you tired? On edge?

Odessa Shaw is taking point
on this investigation.

- You know her?
- No.

She's the lead investigator on
all officer-involved shootings.

She is sharp, meticulous.

And if she catches a whiff of
inconsistency in your story,

she will send you to prison.

[loud clicking]

Where do we start?

[sighs]

- [clicking fades]
- [Will sighs]

At the beginning.

Twenty-four hours ago.

Talk me through what you
were doing, hour by hour.

Who you were with,
what you were feeling.

[sighs] I was teaching you
how to cook.

You were not doing very well.

Yeah, I'm a real disappointment
to my mom.

You finished burning the rice,
and we headed over to
Faith's and Ormewood's.

Baby, names, titles, times.

Right. [sighs]

We went over to Agent Mitchell
and Detective Ormewood's
residence for dinner.

Hurry up, Trent.
We only have 40 seconds.

- You're rushing me.
- No, no talking.

Okay, okay, okay.
I see three... three...
What are those, cats?

Is it... Is it ménage à trois?
Ménage à trois!

- Category's music.
- Oh, I know what this is.

- No. You two
are not allowed to talk.
- Is it a trio?

Is it, uh... [stammers]
Oh, it's, uh, Wilson Phillips?

- What?
- Oh, oh, okay, TLC?

No, no, no, no.

Okay. What are those, flies?

Are they dead? Dead dogs?

[Michael] What... D-Dead...

- Yeah? Dead dogs?
- What?

- You are so close.
- Three dead dogs.

- Three dead dogs!
- Oh, time!

Everybody knows it
but you, Ormewood!
Three dead dogs? I love it.

Three Dog Night.

- Oh, stars. Okay, I get it now.
- Yeah. I want pie.
Anybody want some?

- No.
- Yes, I will come help you.

- Mitchell,
you want another beer?
- Yeah, sure.

I don't have to drive
because I have to live here.

- [Michael]
You get to live here.
- Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Will, your phone's...

[buzzing]

- [buzzing continues]
- Why is Jeremy calling you?

[buzzing continues]

You gonna pick it up?
My son's calling you.

Hey, Jeremy, what's up?

Jeremy, it is your mother.

Why are you calling Will when
you haven't answered my calls?

You wanna explain that to me?
What the hell is going on?

[Marion] Will? Will.

[clicking]

You were telling me
about that night.

You and Faith
were having an argument.

That was private.

Will, you don't have
any privacy.

Do you know
what's going on right now?
Preliminary interviews.

If Faith says something
in her statement
that doesn't line up...

- [sighs]
- You guys had an argument.

- Tell me what happened.
- [faint clicking]

I need a break.

- Will--
- I just need a minute.

[loud clicking resumes]

How dare you!
That is my son! Who the hell
do you think you are?

He was going to go to prison.

He had a duffel bag
full of meth. That's 20 years.

I saw a way to help him. It was
the only option, and I did it.

So you make him your CI,
to go poking around

so he can get killed
by Rafael's guys?

That was not your call
to make, Will.

Hey, is everything
all right out here?

Yeah. Everything's all right.

We should go.

[faint clicking]

- [clicking grows louder]
- [door opens, slams]

[water shuts off]

- Faith--
- I'm about to give
my statement.

And we are going to keep my son
out of this report.

[scoffs]

- I can't lie in there.
- Why? You've been lying
to me for weeks.

- I'm sorry.
- Too late.

These statements
get leaked all the time.
Names, home addresses.

You know exactly what happens
to a CI when they get made.

What happened today...

You keep my son's name
out of that report.

[door opens]

Okay, so we were talking about
the argument you and Faith had.

There was no argument.

You two didn't fight?

- No.
- The fight I walked in on?

There was no fight.

- Will--
- There was no fight!

Okay? It didn't happen.

Can we please move on?

Sure, we can move on.

Let the record show
that present for the interview

are Special Agent
Faith Mitchell
and her union representative...

Captain Dennis Heller,
ID badge number 37250.

The witness has been advised
of her constitutional rights

against self-incrimination

and is willing
to speak with investigators

- at this time.
- [beeping]

Do you agree that any statement
will be answered fully

and to the best of
your recollection?

I do. I'm sorry,
just one moment.

I need to eat something
while we're doing this.

That's right, you're diabetic.

- Did you have breakfast
this morning?
- Yes.

What did you have?

Are these really the questions
we're asking right now?

My job is to assess
whether you were fully alert,

in control,

and took every
available precaution
before you or Agent Trent

drew your weapon
in a crowded building
during peak hours.

Would you like a reminder

as to the consequences
of what happened this morning?

I had a bowl of oatmeal
with fruit.

I took my insulin as needed.

It did not affect
what happened this morning.

You fainted on the job because
of low blood sugar last month.

My mother was missing.
I was focused on her return.

It was one day.
This was not that.

So you have a history
of letting your emotion get
in the way of your judgment.

Changing course.
Let's talk about today.

Let's begin with: why were you
at the suspect's home?

We received a request
from Alabama State Police

to locate and interview
Francisco Ortiz.

- Is this standard?
- We do it periodically
for other agencies.

And you did it without backup.

The suspect's record
only showed a minor drug charge

and a missed probation hearing.

We do it all the time.

- It was supposed to be routine.
- Well, clearly it wasn't.

[Heller] Let's move on.

How did Special Agent Trent
seem this morning?

- He was fine.
- Nothing out of the ordinary?

Any personal problems?
Bad commute to work?

- How was his blood sugar?
- [Heller] Okay,
let's take it easy.

It was an ordinary day.

You're sure?

It was a completely
normal morning.

[water pump whining]

[engine knocks, stops]

Hate these pool cars.

Look, let's just serve
the warrant, go in there--

I'm putting in for
a new partner.

- What?
- You heard me.

I'm done with this.

- So everything was routine?
- Yes.

Walk me through next steps.

- [pounds on door]
- GBI!

- Francisco Ortiz?
- GBI?

You ain't GBI.
Let me see your badge.

Damn, that's cool.

Paco's my cousin,
but he don't live here no more.

Why don't you show me your ID
while we wait for him?

Hey!

[Will] Paco!

I'll go around!

Let's pause there.
Why did you separate?

I was trying to cover the back.

- It was your idea to separate?
- Yes.

I'm sure you're aware,
the bureau advises agents
to stay together

during the apprehension
of suspects.

Bureau policy
allows for deviations
in certain situations.

The tenants
in those apartment buildings
know them inside and out.

They know where to run,
where to hide, access points.

In my estimation, there was
a very good chance that he
was gonna run out the back.

You still deviated
from protocol.

Protocol is a guideline.

When you're actually on
the street, you have to make
a split-second judgment,

and that is what I did.

- [Faith] Move!
- Hey!

Damn it! [grunts]

[gunshots]

- [Shaw] Two shots?
- Yes, an exchange of gunfire.

Uh-uh. That's conjecture.
You didn't see it.

- I heard it.
- You heard two shots.

Agent Trent discharged
his weapon twice.

- Will said he returned fire.
- Did you ever see
Mr. Ortiz's weapon?

We saw him
when we were chasing--

But you said
you were behind Agent Trent.

"I was behind Agent Trent
when the suspect fled
and we pursued on foot."

Agent Mitchell, did you
ever actually see a gun?

[sighs]

No. I never saw a gun.

[sighs]

But if Will Trent says
there was a gun,
then there was a gun.

So he drew his weapon
and then fired?

Yes.

And then you fired twice?

Yes.

So, three shots total?

- Yes.
- You're sure?

Think back to the hallway
when he pulled.

Please, just close your eyes.
Take a second.

[sighs]

He drew his weapon,
and he fired.

Was there anyone else there?

- [groans]
- Show me your hands.

[Will] Show me your hands.

There was a woman.

A woman? Who?
What was she wearing?

A red scarf.

She had on a red scarf.

She slammed the door.

- The woman did?
- Yeah, when...

Ortiz shot at me.

[Marion] Did he shoot at you
or did she slam the door?

The door slammed first.

[Marion] 'Cause a door slam
sounds like a gunshot.

The door slammed first.

Yeah, but you know,
when your adrenaline is going,

and you are already running,
and it is a fast...

- and it was
a-a-a fast-paced situation--
- Just wait, okay?

Wait, I just...
I know what happened.

I-I've got it. I just... I just
need a second, okay? I just...

Things happened so fast.

[Marion]
It is your job to be sure.

Don't tell me
it's my job to be sure.

Okay? You don't think
I know that?

You don't think I'm gonna spend
the rest of my life

thinking about this day
over and over again,

wondering if
there was something...

anything I could have done
differently?

Wait. Why... Why are you
pressing me on this?

Marion, did they, um...

Did they find a-a gun
at the scene?

- [exhales shakily]
- [knocks on door]

What?

Uh, we just need
a minute, please.

You don't have a minute.
It's time.

She's ready for you.

Digital Forensics Unit
is looking through
all of the video, media.

If that gun exists,
we will find it.

Surveillance, witnesses,
anything that shows
a suspect holding a gun.

Will has no defense without it.

I know, Amanda. We'll find it.

- How's he doing?
- He just went in. [sighs]

It'll be a few hours.
Just keep me posted.

[Angie] I will.

We got a terabyte of video,
but everyone turned
their phones on after the fact,

so I don't know how helpful
that's gonna be.

- Any eyewitnesses?
- No one saw a thing.

- Of course.
- We did a canvass
of the whole building,

the alleyways, the apartments.

We found the two shell casings
from Will's gun,
but guess what?

- No gun?
- No gun. No extra casings.

Hmm.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Who lives in this apartment?

Uh, yeah. That's Galarza.

Yeah, she's in my report.
Won't talk. Won't let us in.

So you just shrugged
your shoulders and moved on?

- [Angie] Hmm.
- Nice. We'll take it from here.

[Angie clears throat]

Hi, I'm with the AP-- [grunts]

- See what I mean?
- Sorry, what was
your name again?

- Randolph.
- Right. Do me
a favor, Randolph.

Go to the taco truck
down the block and pick us up
two carne asada taco platters.

That'd be great. Thank you.

- Why are you still here?
- Go.

What's that thing?

It's a doorbell for
the deaf and hard of hearing.

- What? Go away.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Can we please ask
a few questions?

- Can I help you?
- Hi.

Yeah, I'm Detective Polaski.
This is Detective Ormewood.

- We didn't see anything.
- What's your name?

Lily. Lily Galarza.
Mom's name is Ruth.

Okay, we'd really love to just
ask you guys a few questions,

and if you didn't see anything,
we'll get out of your hair.

[sewing machine whirs]

[door closes]

Um...

Okay. So, um...

Well, good.
She's got something to say.

She wants him to leave.

When my brother died,
the cop who came to take
the statement looked like you,

and he ended up messing up
a bunch of stuff.

Sure. I'll, uh...
I'll be downstairs checking
the footage in the van.

Okay.

So sorry for your loss.

Um, I really just need to know
if she saw anything.

Anything at all.
Any small detail
might be really helpful.

No. Okay.

- Did you see anything?
- No. I came home
after it happened.

- [Angie] Okay.
- She won't say anything more.

My mom can be stubborn as hell.

Sure she's just
looking out for you.

- What did he mess up?
- Hmm?

The cop that
looked like my partner.
He messed something up?

They misplaced
my brother's body
at the morgue after he OD'd.

- [sighs]
- We delayed the funeral
two days because of it.

And they lost
all of his belongings.

"Administration error,"
they said.

Oh, geez, I am so sorry.

- What was his name?
- Oscar.

Oscar Galarza.

How do you sign "I'm sorry"?

I'm sorry.

Okay. Thank you.
I'll show myself out.
[clears throat]

- You bring the change?
- No, I used my own money.

- Detective.
- Hey.

- I got you your tacos.
- Oh.

They had a salsa bar.
I didn't know
which one you'd like,

- so I got you both one of each.
- Absolutely not.

This is an $8 million system

that can process
over six terabytes
of video per minute.

I don't want anything wet
near this thing.

Okay, got it. Geez.

I'm turning around on you,
Randolph.

Uh, hey, listen,
I need a favor.

Run down to
the APD property annex

and see if you can find
anything under the name
Oscar Galarza.

- Okay.
- Okay. Hurry, please.

- You got it.
- Thank you.

How about you guys?
Find anything?

Mostly junk,
but the salsa police over here,
she found something.

Here. Pull up that footage--

- [Faith] What happened?
- I shot him.

Oh, Will.

[Will] It's okay.
You're gonna be okay.

Wait, stop. What is that?

- It's kind of hard to make out.
- I mean, it's something.

Keep playing.

So someone's picking up
something and moving it.

- Could be the gun.
- It could be, right?

Nobody's dumb enough
to stash that
in their own place,

- but what's down
at the end of the hall?
- It's the, uh, laundry room.

Don't eat that.

All right.

- You get the ones up top? 'Kay.
- Yeah, I got these.

Nothing in 'em. There's nowhere
to hide anything in here.

Wait.

Well, well, well.
What do we have here?

Oh.

Oh.

Okay.

Oh.

Your turn.

Damn it. It's a new shirt.

Well, I'll get it dry-cleaned.

[sighs]

Okay. All right.

All right. Yeah. [huffs]

- [Angie] You got this.
- Yep. Okay.

Oh, man. Oh, boy,
this is tight. Okay.

- Hey, Ange?
- Yeah?

Don't tell anybody this,
okay, but I'm
a little claustrophobic.

- Okay.
- Okay. So hold my feet.

- Want me to grab your feet?
- I'm the one
in the damn hole, okay?

- Grab them, okay?
Just help ground me.
- All right. I got you.

No, harder. Like, for real
for real hold 'em.

- All right. Got you.
- Okay.

It's really tight in here.
I'm a big guy.

- You are so brave.
- Yeah.

Big brave guy. Brave boy.

All right. Okay.
Okay, I got it.

- Pull me out.
Pull me out. Okay.
- What?

[grunts] Okay. I got it.

I got it. Okay. Okay.

- Okay.
- [coughing]

- Oh. Nice.
- [Michael] Oh, wow.

Got a little candy store
going on here.

- Yeah. Oh.
- We got oxy, Molly...

- What is this? What is this?
- Ooh. It's...

- Gun.
- Is it the gun?

God, I hope so.

Let's get it to the lab.
If we're lucky, there's prints.

- Oh, finally. [sighs]
- Thank you.

Okay.

Damn it.

No fingerprints,
no DNA profile.

Nothing tying this gun
to Ortiz.

Someone wiped his gun down
for prints. It's his gun.
It has to be.

Sometimes cops make mistakes.
Will thought he saw a gun.

- Doesn't mean there was one.
- No, I'm not giving up.

[sighs]

Okay, Agent, let me make sure
I understand correctly.

You assert the suspect
had a gun

even though no other witnesses
can back you up.

The suspect emphatically states
he didn't have a gun,

and your own partner
cannot confirm the gun.

A gun was found at the scene,

but there is
no forensic evidence
connecting it to the suspect.

So the only person
who maintains that
Mr. Ortiz had a gun

is you.

- Is that right?
- Yes.

Do you have anything else
to add?

I told you
exactly what I remember.

Then that brings me
to our last question.

Can you explain the decision
to not wait for the ambulance?

Shots fired. Shots fired.
We need EMS 10-18.

We have two GSWs, one critical,
located in La Palma Village.

- Over.
- [dispatch] Uh, copy.
EMS en route.

Be advised
we're looking at 20 minutes.

- It hot...
- [Will] I know.

They're not getting to
this neighborhood
in under 40 minutes.

You know that, right?

Faith,
we cannot wait that long.

I'll go get the car.

- [Faith] Move.
- Come on.

Come on. [grunts]

[siren blaring]

You're gonna be okay.

[car honks]

[tires screeching]

Damn it!

- What is it?
- An accident.

[horns honking]

- Can you back up?
- Where?

The hospital's just up
the road. I'll bring back
a gurney and a doctor.

[clicking]

Hurry.

Why didn't you wait for
an ambulance?

Because I know
that neighborhood.

That area is not a priority
for emergency services.

Even if law enforcement calls?

The tenants knew it.
We knew it.

If I had waited 20 minutes,
he would have died.

He did die.

[hazard flasher clicking]

[Angie sighs]

She wants to
give you something.

I just wanted to make sure
you got it back.

[sobs]

[sobbing]

The doorbell came with
an optional camera.

It was recording this morning.

We have to live here.

We just wanted
to stay out of it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[Angie sighs]

[faint clicking]

New evidence has come in.

The APD recovered an SD card

with footage of
the entire event.

Mr. Ortiz did draw
a weapon on you,
although he never fired.

Moments later,

an individual came and
picked up Mr. Ortiz's weapon

and removed it from the scene.

What are you doing?

I have all I need.

What do you mean?
No, we're not done.

We are, actually.

I'll write this up
and turn it in for review
with the DA's office.

I doubt they'll press charges
or take it to a grand jury.

It'll take some time
for the paperwork to clear.

It'll be determined that
your actions were justified.

You're free to go.

You don't wanna hear
how he died?

"It was determined that he died
from a gunshot wound
to the thoracic aorta

caused by
the ricochet of the bullet
that struck Mr. Ortiz.

Given the bullet's trajectory,
decisions made
would not have impacted

the inevitable death
of the victim."

You don't wanna hear
what happened in the...
in the car?

Those details are not necessary
for this investigation.

Those details
you will have to live with.

[door opens, closes]

You're cleared.

You'll be on desk duty
until you complete
your mandatory counseling.

Agent Trent. [sighs]

I made sure the bureau
issued you a replacement gun

until yours comes back
from the crime lab.

I'm glad the findings
went your way.

I know it's tough.

But you are going to be okay.

Trust me.

[door closes]

This is good news.

It was a clean shoot.

I killed a 14-year-old boy
today, Marion.

That's not what I meant.
I'm sorry.

It was an accident, Will.

What can I do?
What do you need?

[sighs]

There's no such thing
as a clean shoot.

♪ We've already said ♪

[Will sighs]

♪ Goodbye ♪

♪ And since you gotta go ♪

♪ Oh, you had better go now ♪

♪ Go now, go now ♪

♪ Go now ♪

♪ Before you see me cry ♪

♪ And I don't want you
To tell me ♪

- ♪ Just what
You intend to do now ♪
- [whining]

♪ 'Cause how many times
Do I have to tell you ♪

♪ Darling, darling
Darling, darling, darling ♪

- ♪ I'm still in love ♪
- [sniffles]

[fading] ♪ Still in love
With you now...♪

[clicking]

[breathes shakily]

[gasps, grunts]

Hey. Hey, it's gonna be okay,
all right?

Doctors are coming.
They're coming.

You're gonna be just fine.
They're on their way.

- What's your name?
- [breathing shakily]

Marco.

- [clears throat]
- Marco, that's good.

I'm Will.

Hey, um, how old are you?

[panting] I'm 14.

Yeah. That's good. That's good.
You're doing great.

You're doing great, buddy.

You play ball, huh?

Baseball?

Can you call my mom?

She's gonna be so mad
I skipped school.

[sighs]

- It's okay.
- [Marco groans]

[sighs]

She just wants you to be safe.

[grunts, wheezes]

[clicking continues]

- [exhales]
- [breathes raggedly]

[sirens blaring in distance]

Am I gonna be okay?

[Marco grunts softly]

[sniffles]

[Marco breathes raggedly]

Yeah.
You're gonna be just fine.

I want my mom.

Hey, look at me.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, Marco.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I need you to stay with me.
Marco, please.

No. Come on, no.

[sniffles]

[groaning]

[Will sniffles]

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Faith? Help!

Someone!

[sobbing]

- [crying]
- [doorbell rings]

[gasps, exhales]

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

[sighs]

[Will crying]

[sobbing]

[cell phone buzzing]