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[Will]
Previously on Will Trent...

I plan to file for divorce
and for custody of the kids.

[Faith] You do not need
to babysit my diabetes.

I like having you in my life.
It just feels right.

I killed Lenny.
You were not here, okay?

Crystal!

Angela Polaski, I have
to place you under arrest

for tampering with evidence,
making false statements.

I thought you might choose me.

We've been through
a lot together.

Can you let me
help you with this?

- [Amanda] Will.
- [knocks on door]

He's gone. He said I could move
into the main house if I want.

He said there's enough cash
to cover utilities for a while.

[Amanda sighs]

- Time.
- Daddy, was that a new record?

Oh, heck yeah, it was.
It was a minute-fifteen. Nicely done.

[♪ "Water to Wine"
playing on speakers]

Here, come on.
Hop on out, baby, and dry off.

You gotta eat something.
I'm gonna grab us some burgers.

Grass-fed Angus! Hot and ready!

[Michael] All right, old-timer.

Oh, there he is.
Woody, bring it in.

- Hey. Congratulations, brother.
- Appreciate it. You doing all right?

- Yeah. How you doing?
- I'm good.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

[Cromwell]
It's rough being Mr. Mom.

Nah, they're great kids.

They are great kids.
You're a lucky guy.

- I am.
- All right. Enjoy it, brother.

- Thank you.
- Look at the size of those arms!

I know who that's for.
All the single ladies!

Hey, Coop!

Coop... Coop, come on.

All right, team.
We have nothing at the house. So eat up.

So, Max, who's your, uh,
super cool friend here?

Okay, we gotta go. [chuckles]

All right. No thank you, huh?

- Hey, Captain Cromwell.
- Yo.

- Thanks for the burger.
- Oh, you got it, Maximus.

[phone alarm chiming]

- [phone clicks]
- Robbie, how we doing on ice?

You wanna grab us
another few bags?

Chester! You look bored.

You up for ice run?

Come on. I brought hot dogs.
I contributed.

Fine. I'm driving.

- What? You think I'm loaded?
- [scoffs]

You wanna Breathalyze me,
you sweet sack of potatoes? [laughs]

- [beer can drops]
- Nice.

This is Cromwell's
neighborhood, you know.

Hey.

- You think they're casing?
- That's what I see.

S-Should I go back
and get my gun or...

Nah. They don't
want any trouble.

Let's just move 'em along.

[Cromwell] Cake time!

- [gunfire]
- [screams]

- Max! Katie! Get inside! Get your sister!
- Move, move, move, move!

Everyone, get down! Get inside!

Stay low, stay low! Inside!

[clamoring]

[Michael] Heads down!
Keep your heads down!

[tires squeal]

[Robbie groaning]

[groaning]

- [Michael] Get EMS out here.
- Relax, relax. Don't move. Don't move.

[Robbie groaning]

I want every cop
in the city here now! Now!

[party guest] I'm on it!

[Amanda] The deceased is
Detective Chester Flynn.

Local boy, born and raised.
Multiple commendations.

We ask that you respect
his family's privacy at this time.

GBI is partnering with APD on
this officer-involved incident.

Special Agent Faith Mitchell
will be leading the investigation.

- [reporters clamoring]
- [Faith] Good afternoon.

Following our preliminary
analysis of the crime scene,

we do not yet have
a suspect or a motive.

There is evidence to suggest
that this shooting was a targeted act.

My source at APD says
these cops interrupted a robbery in progress.

Your source spoke out of turn.

Our surviving victim did make
a statement to that effect,

but we have since
uncovered new evidence.

- What evidence?
- Well...

No more questions. The public will be updated
when we have more information.

Mayor Anthony.

[reporters chattering]

I'm enacting a curfew that will
go into effect at 7:00 p.m.

Please, stay home.

Stay safe.
And keep Atlanta in your prayers.

[reporters chattering]

What is the condition
of the injured officer?

Are the Piedmont Kings linked
to the shooting?

[reporters chattering]

[Amanda] I did not consent
to a hug, Barb.

Perception is everything, Mandy.
We're projecting unity.

Unity? How many of
your campaign ads were

about the money Atlanta
throws away on law enforcement?

[coughs] All of 'em.

- I haven't cut a dime of your budget.
- So you're just a liar then?

Captain Cromwell,
I thought you were retiring.

Yeah, that's on hold because I just heard
from a press conference

that my guy was targeted for murder.
Care to elaborate?

- Well, I can...
- Settle down.

Faith Mitchell is my best agent.

- [Faith] We'll get there.
- [scoffs]

Where's Lurch? Someone find...

Right-Right-Right here,
Agent Mitchell.

Agent Gross, is that the evidence binder?
Let me see it.

[binder thuds]

We found fresh motor oil,
cigarette butts and vape cartridges

where their car was parked.

They weren't casing
for a robbery.

They were lying in wait.

Well, six shots in Chester.
They wanted him dead.

There's only one shot
in the other guy.

This is crazy.
A gang hit in broad daylight?

There were families
across the street.

What makes your witness think
this was the Piedmont Kings?

Well, there were four guys wearing orange
inside the vehicle.

They wore colors
to a cop killing?

It was a message.
Chester was on the gang task force.

Look, if the Kings want a war,
we'll give it to 'em.

Hey, I don't want a shoot-out.
I want the gunmen locked up for life.

The shooter's gonna be a stupid kid.
We need the shot caller.

We'll get there, Captain.

Rafael Wexford.
I'll pick him up right now.

I can't believe I'm saying this,
but I agree with him.

Whoever's in charge of the Kings,
let's get him off the streets now.

We get one shot at Wexford.

We'll bring him in after I confirm
some details with the gang task force.

- What?
- I sent a few cars to his house.

Look, I just said get eyes on Wexford.
That's it. Nice and easy.

- [sirens wailing]
- [helicopter whirring]

[chattering on radio]

[officers chattering]

- You gotta be kidding me.
- [O'Hara, on megaphone] Rafael Wexford.

This is
the Atlanta Police Department.

You are ordered
to surrender. Now!

[bang]

[officer 1]
Shots fired! Shots fired!

- [officer 2] Anyone have eyes on him?
- [officer 3] Who's got a shot?

It's the car. It's the car.

A car backfired. Stand down!
There was no shot! Stand down!

Have we established
a line of communication?

Yeah, you're holding it.
Where the hell is the negotiator?

You're looking at her.
Do we have a throw phone?

Give Wexford a heads-up.

Hey! Come cover me.

Rafael Wexford.
We're sending in a phone. Stand by.

[siren wailing]

[helicopter whirring]

Give us a call, Rafael!

[phone ringing]

Afternoon.

[Rafael] You're paying
for that window.

Mr. Wexford, I'm Special Agent Faith Mitchell.
How's your day going?

Honestly? I've had a lot worse,

but I guess I got a lot to explain to
the neighbors now, don't I?

I agree.
This is quite a situation.

No, the situation is that
you ain't got a warrant,

and you're asking me to step directly
into a firing squad.

I can guarantee your safety.

[Rafael] Girl, get.

We've got a dead cop,
another in the hospital

and evidence that
you were involved.

Mr. Wexford, I don't know
how long I can keep

these cops from storming
in your front door.

That door's a lot more expensive
than that window.

Mr. Wexford, we're not going
anywhere. Let me help you.

Aw. You sound nice.
I bet your mama's real proud.

Get me Will Trent.

That's gonna be a problem because
he is not here, hasn't been for months.

I don't even know where he is.

And not to brag,
but I'm pretty good.

Amazing. Get me Will Trent.

Mr. Wexford.

[Rafael] Will Trent!

[line disconnects]

[♪ "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover"
playing]

[alarm chiming]

[sighs]

[grunting]

[Betty whines]

♪ "The problem is All inside your head"
She said to me ♪

♪ "The answer is easy
If you take it logically ♪

♪ I'd like to help you"... ♪

[Will] Eduardo, what's the weather
gonna be like today?

[Eduardo, in Spanish]

[Will, in English]
Mmm. Hot as balls.

♪ She said, "It's really
Not my habit to intrude"... ♪

Eduardo, who is the cutest dog
in the entire world?

[Eduardo, in Spanish]

[in English] That's right.

All right, girl,
let's get to work.

♪ Fifty ways
To leave your lover ♪

♪ Fifty ways
To leave your lover ♪

♪ You just slip out
The back, Jack ♪

♪ Make a new plan, Stan ♪

♪ You don't need To be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free ♪

Hmm.

♪ Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need To discuss much ♪

♪ Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free ♪

♪ Ooh, slip out
The back, Jack ♪

♪ Make a new plan, Stan ♪

♪ Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free ♪

[shutter clicking]

[Betty rumbles]

Uh-oh. It's getting hot.
Betty, look away.

[Betty squeaks]

[postal worker]
They're going at it again, huh?

Why don't people just
close their drapes?

It's one of life's
great mysteries.

His wife hire you?

You know I can't discuss
my clients, Sammy.

Benji Hazzard giving it
to Debbie Gland again?

You know she was
my Sunday school teacher?

We should probably move along.

I used to be so scared of her
when I was little.

There she is all soft and vulnerable,
thrusting away, looking for connection.

It is sort of tender, isn't it?

Okay, Sally, you're a keen
observer of the human race.

Look at that, we just been made.
Let's go.

[Sally laughs]

Oh, hey, Will,
you should come by the diner.

We're doing barbecue tonight.

Oh, shoot. I... I can't.

I have an emergency, uh,
at home I need to take care of.

Maybe next time.

You know he likes his privacy.

[Sally] I know.
He just seems lonely.

[song fades]

You know, I bet Mrs. Hazzard
ends up giving us a bonus.

What do you think?
Maybe we get a hot tub?

[snorting]

Whoa, okay. All right.
You don't want a hot tub?

Well, what about
a cold plunge, huh?

[snorting]

You hate that.

Wilbur Trent, where in the hell
did you find this cat box?

What? You thought
you could hide forever?

I've known your every move.

Time to come home.

Thank you for stopping by
unannounced, but I am home.

You know what? Why don't you come on in
and I will get you a Topo Chico for the...

- What was that for?
- For leaving town

and not telling anyone
where you were!

You just said you knew exactly
where I was this whole time.

I had to stalk you.
How do you think that made me feel?

You know, why are
you even here, huh?

I mean, are you here because you wanna
check on me or because you need something?

I was giving you space.

Mmm.

And yes, there is a case.

There it is.

You know what, I don't wanna hear about it,
all right? I'm not interested.

There's been a hit
on two cops. One was...

[hair dryer blowing]

[Amanda] Everybody's blaming
the Piedmont K...

[hair dryer blowing]

There are over 2,000 officers in the APD
and 300 field agents in the GBI.

I'm pretty sure
they can handle it.

Wilbur, I've known you
a long time.

And as long as I've known you, you've never
run away from your problems.

Let's be clear,

I didn't run from anything.

I did what I had to do.

Maybe everybody
should try that, huh?

I had no choice, all right?

Crystal's mother,
she was gonna go to the press.

She was gonna sue!
It was all going to come out.

I had to do it.

I know. I know.

I just...

I needed to start over,
all right?

Put it all down for a while.

I understand that.

I really do.

But have you...
have you spoken to Angie?

No.

Well, maybe you
wouldn't get so tired

if you didn't try
to carry it all yourself.

But you have been summoned.

Everything is pointing
to the Piedmont Kings.

The APD have Rafael Wexford's
house surrounded.

It's a standoff
and it could blow up any second.

He asked for you. Said you're
the only person he'd speak to.

Rafael Wexford?

He asked for me personally?

He did.

I'm asking for a favor here,
Will. For me.

Please.

[bougie person 1]
Don't you call me crazy!

[bougie person 2]
Oh, sorry. Mentally ill then.

That is your dog's pile of crap!

That is not Bella's poop,
jerk face!

Hey, hey, hey. Good morning.
Hi. Everything okay here?

Can we keep our voices down?

I know what Odie's deuces look and smell like,
and that is not his.

[sighs]

I'd like you to take this doodie
and run it through the database.

We'll see whose dog
it belongs to.

I think that's a great idea.
Let's give our security guard a case to solve.

- Let's go, Odie.
- Fine.

It's a little dramatic,
do you think?

But sure.

Sure.

[Franklin]
How's my little ray of light?

[Angie sighs] Really busy.
Really busy, actually.

I gotta get
this dog poop to the lab

to find out which dog
soiled Kathy Humps's...

I know, leave it alone...
Kathy Humps's front lawn.

Wait. There's a lab?

Oh, no. They were goldendoodles.

Yeah, there's a lab.

And a DNA database.

- A doo-doo base.
- Nah. I know you're kidding.

No. They swab the dogs
when they move in.

- This is real.
- [laughs]

Now, I know you miss me,
but what are you really doing here?

Well, Trent's coming back
to work the Flynn murder,

and I wanted to tell you
face-to-face. See how it landed.

Had to happen sooner or later.

I'm good.

It's not like I'm gonna
run into him. I'm good.

Okay.

Great check-in.

Call me. Do your meetings. Work on your statement
for the P.O.S.T. hearing.

Bossy.

This is not forever,
unless you mess up that hearing.

Now, I love you.

You look like a dork.

[Angie chuckles]

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

[sighs]

- [helicopter whirring]
- [chattering on radio]

Whatever it is, I don't have time
to babysit you, okay?

- [officer] Well, well, well.
- I don't have to know that anything is going on, except...

Hi.

Okay, suit up.

I don't need that.
This your new partner?

Special Agent Gross.
Nice to meet you.

I said no thank you.

[Faith] This guy's the number one suspect
in a cop assassination.

He has nothing to lose.

I'm not going in there
with a gun. Can you back up?

Okay, Lurch... Agent Gross, can you take Betty
to get her some water?

[sighs] Do you need to see the plans
for the house so that you know the layout?

I know it already.

I used to live there
for a while.

Okay. Whatever you do, please do not give me
any more context.

Good luck.

[♪ "Pull Up in a Phantom"
playing on speaker]

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm feeling
Like a ghost ♪

♪ Watch me pull up
In a Phantom ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm feeling
Like a ghost Watch me... ♪

[hammer cocks]

You armed?

No.

- You kill a cop?
- Nah.

Well, then I guess
my work here is done.

Just remove the gun from the back of my head
and I'll be on my way.

Okay, settle down.

I beat your ass once into
the ground, I can do it again.

Oh, really?

[scoffs] You're still
wearing pajama pants.

These are Burberry... Bitch.

Don't point guns at people, okay?
It's rude and dangerous.

You right. That was aggressive.

I apologize.

[grunting, groans]

Okay, you're still mad
about the thing. I can see that.

You think?
You look like ass, by the way.

- I've been in Tennessee...
- Do you remember that?

I hate wet willies!

Rafael, come on, man.
Look, you invited me here.

Let's just talk
like grown men, okay?

[grunts]

Wait. I just don't...

[grunts]

Oh, I didn't even mean that.
I'm sorry.

[groans]

How do they even
know each other?

You'll be shocked to know
he didn't tell me.

What the hell's
going on in there? No.

[♪ "Din Daa Daa"
playing on speakers]

[groans]

All right, that was fun.
Are we ready to use our words?

[both grunt]

- All right, just... Please, just...
- [shouts]

I'm gonna kill
your illiterate ass!

[both grunting]

Is that my Sunshine?

[song ends]

Grandma, look who's here.
It's Will.

She's deaf as a rock.

Look at you, Ms. Pearl.

- Oh, you look beautiful...
- Oh, shit.

...like a million bucks,
honestly. So good to see you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Will Trent?

Look at you.

Look at you. [chuckles]

Wanna come sit?

[gasps] What happened?

- Nothing.
- Nothing. Mmm.

Mm-mmm. Nothing at all. Um...

- Nothing?
- [Will] No.

[character 1]
And I'm sure of one thing.

You matter to someone out there.

[character 2 grunting]

You ready to talk?

I suppose it's time.

Come on.

I didn't have a thing to do
with killing that cop.

This is a setup.

Cops are bad for business.
Maybe you wanted to send a message.

Do you really think
I would send my guys to a barbecue

to kill a cop in broad daylight
wearing our colors?

It's bold, but so are you.

True.

But as you also know, I've always been
a pragmatic and strategic thinker.

And I have many things
to live for.

Oh.

Did you find love?
Is there a Mr. Wexford?

[scoffs]

You don't know
everything about me.

Listen, I'ma hand
your case to you.

About a half a year ago,
Lincoln Spelling came to me.

- Grove Park Boys?
- Mm-hmm.

Said he wanted to merge.

Said we had common interests.
Like I'm AT&T Time Warner.

[scoffs, sucks teeth]

I said no.

And now he's trying
to set me up.

You want me to prove the Grove Park Boys
killed a cop to frame you?

I did you a big favor once.

There's a reason
we never talked after.

You got your life.

You owe me.

[sighs]

What did he say?

What happened to your head?

He said he didn't do it.
I believe him.

We need to look into
the Grove Park Boys.

- Where's my dog?
- [Gross] She's here.

So what about all this?

Leave it. He's not coming out.

I'ma see this case through,
then I'm going back to Tennessee.

Great. We gotta move fast.
Faith's in charge.

- That better be okay.
- It's fine.

I'm just a guest here anyway.

[agents chattering]

[agent 1] Wow.

[agent 2]
Should've stayed retired.

You took my office.

It has a window. It's mine now.

Fine. I'll take your old office.

That's Lurch's office.
It's where he does his best thinking.

You can take a desk
out in the bullpen.

There's your stuff.

Keep it. I'm not staying.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Physically sound?
Mentally stable?

I like to think so.

Not a danger to yourself
or others?

Not that I know of.

Okay.

Ow!

The hell? What was that for?

For leaving and not telling anyone
where you were for six months.

Oh, I'm sorry
if your feelings were...

Oh, this is
a beautiful apology. Not!

Ooh. Tell her to calm down.
Women love that.

Oh, you got something
to say, Ormewood?

No. You're just being you.

- [Faith] Hmm.
- God bless.

I'ma go talk
to Lincoln Spelling.

Oh, no. Ormewood and I can handle that.
How about you and Lurch...

Agent Gross work on the getaway vehicle.
We have a description and partial plates.

Hey, you need to eat something.

I got you some
peanut butter crackers.

[Faith] Yeah, okay.
I'll take it. Thanks.

[Michael taps dashboard]

- You ever gonna get your AC fixed?
- Chill out.

- Where is this guy?
- Relax. My CI says he's coming.

[sighs]

God. What a mess.

Did Chester have kids?

No. Just got married.

There's a GoFundMe for her. I threw in what I could,
which is not much. I mean...

[chuckles] God, Gina's lawyer's gonna have
an absolute field day with this one.

It was a family barbecue.
They said to bring your kids.

You have to actually eat
the cracker, Mitchell. Not just hold it.

I will.

And you didn't
do anything wrong.

It was just a terrible thing.

[sighs]

Hey, before the shooting, Max was flirting
with some crime scene tech's daughter.

- Go, Max.
- I know, right?

And he was smooth too.
He was making her laugh. It was nice.

He's been so mopey lately.
Eat that.

[Faith] Hey, hey. Here he is.

- Look, maybe I should go in there alone.
- No way.

I arrested him three times.

One time the power went out in the station
and I had to sit with him

in my squad car for three hours.

- Yeah? You guys fall in love?
- [chuckles]

He might've.

Fine. I'll go take
a look around the back.

Eat the cracker.

Okay. You happy?

Thank you.

- [phones ringing]
- [chattering]

Eduardo,
check the APD towing database

and all the private towing
companies in Atlanta

for a red Ziveran,
partial license plate 8H74.

[Eduardo] Checking.

Faith thought she was messing
with us by giving us paperwork,

but she doesn't know
we have Eduardo now.

What exactly is Eduardo?

Aren't you supposed to be
in Faith's old office?

Detective Ormewood
said he needed it.

Eduardo is my accessibility app.

I am dyslexic, Agent Gross.

As many as one
in five people are.

Totally get it.
I'm lactose intolerant.

You know, it's interesting
that it's a Ziveran.

- Oh, yeah? Why is that?
- They're getting stolen right and left.

It's a big thing in Atlanta right now.
Maybe there's a connection.

Maybe so, Agent Gross.
Good put together.

[Eduardo] A red Ziveran
with a plate matching 8H74

has been called into
LaserSpeed Towing.

Outstanding, Eduardo.
Let's celebrate.

[Eduardo] Goal!

[Gross] Maybe we should...

I mean, shouldn't we let
Special Agent Mitchell know?

Nah. Agent Mitchell's
a big fan of initiative.

[♪ "Look at Me"
playing on speakers]

♪ Look at me, I'm in my zone ♪

♪ Look at me, I'm in my zone ♪

I don't appreciate the last-minute nature
of this visit, Mitchell.

Sorry it's inconvenient,
but I got a dead cop on my hands.

Did you take up golf
in your old age?

Faith Mitchell.
It must be my lucky day.

And yeah, I just started.

I can tell. Your swing
looks like trash.

Watch your tone in my house.

[Grove Park Boys member]
Let's go.

See, I-I think
I'm turning my hips too early.

Slow down, and keep your hands
even with the club head.

[chuckles]

See? You cleaned up that slice.

Hey, what do you know about those two cops
who got shot yesterday?

I heard it was
the Piedmont Kings.

Where'd you hear that from?

You know, around. Everywhere.

Huh.

Well, is it true that you proposed a merger
with Rafael Wexford?

Who'd you hear that from?

Around. Everywhere.

True story?

Pretty ballsy to wear their colors
to an assassination.

Feels like it might be a setup.

Well, what can I say?

The man is unwell.

And, Faith, you looking fine.

- [Faith grunting]
- [Lincoln groaning]

Lincoln, you must feel very secure putting
your hands on a GBI agent.

I am watching you.

[groans]

Lincoln hurt his knee.
You should check on him.

[Will] What do
we have here, Betty?

- [hammer cocks]
- Get out of that car, now!

[Betty barking]

Shut the dog up, now!

It's okay, girl. It's okay. Let's give the car
to the nice man, right?

We don't want
any trouble, right?

You should've thought about
that before you stole my car.

Aren't you stealing this car?

It's my car. You stole it.
I'm not a thief.

You're the one pointing a gun
at me, wearing a mask.

Well, I'm taking matters
into my own hands!

Well, this is funny.
I'm a special agent with the GBI...

- Would you give me this gun.
- [yelps]

Let me get out.

[stammers]

Don't point this at me,
all right?

And lose the mask.
I'm having a hard time feeling safe.

This looks legit, but...

Are you okay? You look much better
without that beard.

Thanks. What's your name?

Jerry.

Jerry, how'd your car
end up here?

Someone stole it
out of my driveway yesterday.

I reported it to the police. They didn't seem optimistic
about getting it back.

- So how did you find it?
- I remembered...

I left my tablet under the seat.
I tracked its location.

I grabbed my Beretta,
drank a Red Bull, and here I am.

With your mask, huh?

So, can I get my car back?

I'm afraid not, Jerry.
It's evidence.

I'm gonna need the tablet too.

Do me a favor, don't do this again.
Get yourself killed.

Forensics took a look into the USB device
you found in the getaway vehicle...

I'm sorry. What are you doing?

This is a probiotic.

Like many dogs her age,
Betty is prone to IBS.

But this little capsule
helps reset her gut biome

and makes her feel light as a feather... [whistles]
...and clean as a whistle.

- [door slams]
- [muffled arguing]

The USB device
contains virus codes

that activate the ignition of
this particular Ziveran model.

[Michael] I don't know
what you're talking about.

- So break the side window, insert the USB...
- And the car is all yours.

Ormewood found a whole line
of Ziverans that match the MO,

parked behind the Grove Park Boys'
stupid little clubhouse.

So the rash of stolen vehicles in Atlanta
all seem to be connected to our case.

The getaway vehicle used for Flynn's murder
was a stolen Ziveran.

Lincoln Spelling
is all over this.

Your friend Rafael,
he wasn't lying. He was framed.

What the hell
is going on in there?

I promise I had no idea.
Why would he tell me that?

You all cover for each other.

Screw you, Michael. Screw you!

There's something wrong.

Hey. That was Cindy,
Chester's widow.

Her lawyer just informed her that Chester set up
three educational IRAs

in the amount of $10,000 each
for another woman's children.

A second family?

- Can you find her?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I know someone I trust who worked
with Chester a few years back.

I'll go ask some questions.

[Michael laughs]

Whoo!

- What did you do?
- I disconnected the governor.

Okay, let's see what she can do.

- Geez, Ang.
- [cheers]

- Oh, God.
- Ooh!

Easy! Angie, Angie!

- [Angie] Whoa.
- [grunts, chuckles]

You all right?

I'm okay.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Keep going.

Okay. Here we go.

[both laughing]

[Angie] God. Poor Chester.

It's scary, man.

Yeah, well, criminals aren't
afraid of us anymore,

and the politicians say
we're the bad guys.

To be fair, they were this close
to hanging a felony on me.

Thank God for that judge.

Yeah, well, you deserve
that deal. We need you.

Yeah.

There's been a suggestion that Chester
was supporting a second family.

What is it with cops
and second families?

Yeah, Peterson, Snell, White...

Chester doesn't strike me
as the type though.

Yeah, but what do
I know about family?

Well, you've got good instincts.

And I don't know
how you're staying sober, Ang.

I never got high
to have fun or relax.

Not even in the beginning.

I only ever wanted
to forget things.

I don't wanna forget Crystal.

I'd only wake up the next morning
and have to remember it all over again.

[sighs]

Hey.

Um...

I see you really
"Nico-ized" the space.

Love the TV in front of the fireplace.
That's a nice touch.

Betty... [sniffles]
...you're okay now. [sniffles]

You're home.

You're the best girl.
And we'll never be apart again.

[sniffles, cries]

[Nico] Guess what, Betty?
I have that baloney you like.

I see you found the money
I left for you.

So you're back now?

It's just a visit. Old friend of mine
is in serious trouble.

You moved on and so have I.

Betty and I sleep in the bedroom.
You take the garage.

Nico! Hey... Nico!

[door slams]

[♪ "Por Siempre"
playing in Spanish]

Friendly reminder that
there are still 15 squad cars,

three Humvees
and 30 police officers

parked outside of
Rafael Wexford's house.

And it's 100 degrees outside.

- What my daddy called "murder weather."
- [phone buzzing]

Where are we?

Hey. [sighs]

I tracked down Chester's
side piece, and she's here.

Great. Let's go talk to her.
We got this.

[Amanda] Keep me posted.

We found a burner phone
in Chester's locker.

He was texting with someone

and they set up a meeting
for today in about an hour.

- Where did everybody go?
- Where's the meeting?

Uh, Mixtape Mexico.

It's good. All the dishes are named
after Atlanta music artists.

Cool. Um...

Great find.

Thanks.

But, honestly, they just
called me with the information.

[♪ Spanish music
playing on speakers]

[sighs]

You gonna order?

Sure. Yeah.

Um, just a... just a moment.

Eduardo, read this.

[Eduardo] The Andre 3000: Spicy birria,
Oaxacan cheese on a corn tortilla.

- The Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes...
- You said you'd take care of it,

so I assumed it
was off my plate.

- Excuse me...
- Don't...

Do not say "no worries." Okay?
It's your fault. You should worry.

- Excuse me...
- Can you hold on a second?

Can you turn that down a bit?

Actually, I'm dyslexic,
and I need this to read the menu.

I have to call you back.
I'm being shamed.

[Eduardo continues reading menu]

Thank you.

Hi. Yes. Can I have
a Killer Mike, please?

You ready or what?

Yes, I am.

I will have the Andre 3000,
but, um, just no cheese.

There's no substitutions.

Technically, it's not substitution,
it's a subtraction.

Oh, my God. [chuckles]

You know what? I'll, um...
I'll just remove it myself.

Are you here meeting someone?

Yeah, why do...

Oh, no. Are you my one o'clock?

You don't know
who you're meeting?

I was expecting a cop,
and you don't look like a cop.

Sorry, who are you?

I'm Special Agent Will Trent,
GBI. Who are you?

I'm Marion Alba. I'm with the Fulton County
District Attorney's office.

What's going on right now?

Chester Flynn was the cop
who contacted you.

- The one that was murdered?
- That's right.

Why did he reach out to you?

I have to go.

You're scared. Why?

I, um...
I don't know who you are.

I don't know what that guy was involved in.
I'm not going to talk to you.

- Look, I-I just need to...
- No.

A cop was murdered and somebody's
being framed for it!

Doesn't anybody care
about facts and truth anymore?

Look, Miss Alba, I don't wanna be
in this position any more than you do.

All right, I was enjoying life
in Tennessee.

You know, I was trying to
sort things out because I...

I arrested the love
of my life last year,

and I broke up a ring of corrupt
cops three years before that.

I am a pathologically scrupulous
person, I'm aware of that.

If I could be any other way,
I would.

I don't... I don't even know
if I can be a cop anymore.

My point is, you do not need
to be afraid of me.

Okay. One Killer Mike
and one Andre 3000.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

You arrested the love
of your life? [chuckles]

It's a long story, all right?
Really long.

C-Can we please just sit?

Yeah.

Chester contacted me.

He was cagey,
didn't wanna give me his name,

said he was using a burner, and that he had
something to get off of his chest.

Asked a lot of questions
about immunity.

Why you?

I'm working on a RICO case
against the Grove Park Boys.

What did you make of his call?

A cop, wanting to get something off of his chest,
asking about immunity.

What does that
sound like to you?

- A whistleblower.
- Mmm.

I thought you guys were looking
at Rafael Wexford for this.

He's no angel, but I know him pretty well,
and I don't think he did this.

How do you know Rafael Wexford?

Hundred years ago.
I was raised in foster care.

And when I got out,
I had nothing.

He was my friend.

He let me stay at his house
with his grandma.

[chattering on TV]

Then we had a falling-out.

That's a story.

For another day.

Chester Flynn was shot outside of a cop barbecue.
It's like Shakespeare.

You think the police
killed one of their own?

I think you should be careful
who you speak to.

[reporter, on TV] All right.
This is breaking news.

- Rafael Wexford has surrendered...
- What?

...and confessed
to the shootings...

- [phone dings]
- ...of two Atlanta police officers.

- And as you can see, he is in custody.
- What the hell?

- It does not look good...
- Can you come with me?

...for Wexford at this point.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Why'd you confess?

Where's my grandma?

I found a safe place for her.
Why'd you confess?

I finally found God.

I'm not gay anymore.

After, what, twenty years of silence
you called in the favor, and now this?

Then I guess it wouldn't be the first time
I have to take the fall now, would it?

I really thought
you could get this figured out.

- I know you're being framed.
- Oh, really?

We're not going to take
a bad confession.

Yeah, I don't know. Everybody else
here is eager to put a needle in my arm.

Rafael, what you're doing
makes no sense.

Make it make sense.

Please.

[sighs]

Rafael Wexford confessed to
the murder of Chester Flynn

and the attempted murder
of Robert Taron.

Thanks to the heroic efforts
of the GBI partnering with the APD,

the streets of Atlanta are safe.

[applause]

- You know he didn't do it, right?
- [Amanda] He confessed.

Everyone thinks this is over.

Do you really think Chester Flynn was gonna blow
the whistle on dirty cops?

It's all conjecture
at this point.

I'm a prosecutor.
We deal in truth and facts.

Chester had a story to tell,
but he was killed. That's all I know.

Well, guess what we heard.

The woman Chester gave money to
was not the mother of his illegitimate children.

Turns out her husband was killed
in a carjacking.

Chester was
the responding officer.

She said he was really upset.

She actually said he cried.

And the $30,000 in college funds for her kids,
that wasn't the end of it.

He gave another five grand
in cash,

and then donated another
ten grand through crowdfunding.

What kind of cop has
$45,000 lying around?

Oh, the corrupt kind.

Somebody forced
Rafael to confess.

Something he's afraid to say.

We need to go to his house.
The answer has gotta be there.

[Faith] Let's go. I'll drive.

Can you keep this case open?
Buy us some time?

I might lose my job.

Truth and facts, right?

I can try. Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Let's get to work.
Ormewood, search upstairs.

What are we looking for?

I'm not sure. A letter. A message.
Anything that could be used for leverage.

Use your imagination.

Copy that. Looking for a letter
or a severed horse head.

So you don't actually know
what we're looking for?

- That's right.
- And this isn't one of those times

that you secretly have an idea,
but you're just not telling me

because you're selfish
and a terrible communicator?

- Can you just let me think?
- Yeah.

I'll take the back of the house.
So good to have you back.

He confessed,
but he is innocent.

That means someone had leverage.

Taking the fall for killing
a cop, that's a death sentence.

So it means he's willing
to die for it.

Not it, someone.

Not grandma.

[grunting, groaning]

[Rafael] You don't know
everything about me.

[child's laughter]

[Pearl] Is that my Sunshine?

[child's laughter]

- Faith!
- [Faith] I found his laptop.

It's password protected.

[Will] Try "Sunshine."

How about "Sunny"?

Who is that?

It's his daughter.

They took his daughter.