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Previously on Will Trent ...

Ow! What's that for?

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

Call me. Work on your statement
for the post hearing.

-I'm good.
-This is not forever,

unless you mess up that hearing.

Everyone get down!
Get inside!

Get the EMTs out here!

The deceased is
Detective Chester Flynn.

Ormewood found a whole line
of stolen vehicles

parked behind
the Grove Park Boys' clubhouse.

Lincoln Spelling's
all over this.

What do you know about those two
cops who got shot yesterday?

I heard it was
the Piedmont Kings.

Rafael Wexford confessed
to the murder of Chester Flynn.

How do you know Rafael Wexford?

He let me stay at his house
with his grandma.

I know you're being framed,
but what you're doing
makes no sense.

Make it make sense.

Somebody forced
Rafael to confess.

Something he's afraid to say.

It's his daughter.
They took his daughter.

Hey.

We're outside
Sunny's caretaker's house.

It's Sunny's last known,

so hopefully we'll find
something that leads us to her.

We just need time.

Yeah, I got it.
The moment they get what
they need, it's over for her.

I've read my boss in.
We'll stall as long as we can.

Ma'am! Penelope Morton?

Thank you
for sticking your neck out.

Well, if I get fired,
you owe me breakfast. Good luck.

- You too.
- Are you here?
We're with the GBI.

GBI!

Penelope Morton?

Rafael Wexford sent us
to check on you.

Do you have any reason
to doubt that Rafael Wexford
is telling the truth

when he said he killed
Detective Flynn?

Generally speaking, I have
reason to doubt everything
that man has ever said.

We are vetting his confession
and conducting
our investigation,

which is basically our job.

The law. Due process.

Rest of the house is clear.

- Mayor Anthony said
this case was closed.

Are you saying she's lying?

Hey, things are moving
fast and furious.

We all want the same things.

One more question!

Will, look.

No sign of struggle.
Bullet went in through her back.

So he jimmies the window,
shoots her in the closet
while she's getting dressed.

I'll call it in.

Wait, no. We don't know
who's listening.

Will? Talk to me.

Penelope's dead.

- We need forensics.
- I'm on it.

Y'all can't do anything.

Let me go.
I know where to find her.

- You confessed.
- You're not going anywhere.

What the hell was that?

Mayor Anthony,
good to see you.

We have a confession.
Why are you dragging this out?

We have zero
corroborating evidence.

Then do your job and get some.

Mayor, if we screw up this case,
a cop killer walks free.

I'm sure that's not
what you want.

Ms. Alba, I know that
you're new to town.

But going behind my back
and making me look stupid

isn't the way
to get ahead in Atlanta.

-That's--
-I want this case closed.

Whatever you need to
get this done fast, let me know.

Mm-hmm.

Broad daylight.

Shooting a caregiver.
Taking a child.

It's desperate.

Either somebody didn't think
about getting caught,

or they weren't
worried about it.

Messy room. I think Sunny
can claim half of it.

The other half belongs
to whatever happened here.

Why is this corner so tidy?

Because someone
was going to see it.

Sunny was recording herself.

It was a school project.

The gunshot interrupted her.

My fellow classmates.

I'm proposing that
despite Coach Stevens's
very vocal protests,

the student government--

Must've gotten knocked down
when she was grabbed.

Here. Hook this up
to that monitor.

The student government
moved 50%...

No!

- Go back.
- No! No!

There. Zoom in on that mirror.

That's Lincoln Spelling.

He kidnapped Sunny.

Lincoln Spelling
was shot with a handgun.

Close range
with no signs of a struggle.

You can see the exit hole
through the neck.

There's also another shot
to the back of the head.

He was dead before he knew
anyone was behind him.

Damn it. You find anything,
you contact me first. Got that?

Sure.

Hey, who do you think
had the stones

to do this to the leader
of the Grove Park Boys?

Somebody with a badge.

Not a word to anybody.
You hear me, Pete?

Not a word.

Excuse me. Uh, hi. Hey.

Excuse me. Hi.

Uh...

-John. Yeah.
-John, hi.

Um, can you do that
a little quieter?

Not really.

Oomph is kind of mandatory.

That's technical.

Be careful.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good.
I'm... Ow.

My wrist. Ow, ow.

Someone ordered Lincoln Spelling
to kidnap Sunny
and then had him killed.

We think that person was
in charge of the stolen car ring

and is possibly
a member of law enforcement.

Okay, so how do we find him?
Because he has Sunny.

I've got a lead waiting
for me in the box.

Dolores Fields. She works
for the DMV near Heritage Park.

She's forging
the vehicle titles.

Go talk to her
and get some names.

And we need big names, Ormewood.
Bigger than Lincoln Spelling.

Yes, ma'am.

I've got the evidence roundup
from Sunny's bedroom.

There's a drop of blood
on this notebook.
It's out for analysis.

Sunny's last text message
was with her friend
from school named Michelle.

And the sandwich
is turkey and Swiss.

Where's Rafael?

There is no scenario
where they let her go!

Either I do what they say
and they kill her,

or they find out
that you're onto them
and they kill her.

You asked for my help, Rafael,
so I need you to trust me.

Sunny's coming home. Alive.

Brother, you have a daughter.

And she's smarter than you.

Mmm.

And she's prettier too.

Oh, well, thank God
she got her mother's looks.

This bitch.

Hi.

Now, where
are we going now, man?

Tell me where we going now.

Oh! Man, my knee.

-I'm sorry.
-Asshole.

Uncuff me. Damn.
You get off on this?

What's this?

That's Sunny's recombinator.

It's, like, a puzzle.

Sunny has a lot of episodes,
so we use that to keep her calm.

She must be terrified right now.

And this?

That's, uh, the charger
to her Drixby.

-W-What's--
-It's more like
an expensive Game Boy.

Well, did y'all find a...
whatever you call it,
over at Penelope's?

-No.
-She's always has
that thing with her.

We play a game
where we were farmers.

And even though
we weren't together, we could
communicate in the game.

So if Sunny has her Drixby,
we can send her a message.

Take a look at that.

- What about it?
- Are you kidding me?

I look like a goblin.

And what's worse, you guys
wouldn't even let me retake it.

Oh, yeah. No, I haven't
forgotten, Miss Dolores.

It's all up here. Okay?

So that's the energy
you're gonna be dealing with
today, okay? Goblin energy.

Is that why
you brought me in here?

You like working at the DMV?

Not as scenic as
writing out parking tickets,
but it has its benefits.

Oh, yeah?

Like getting paid
to forge titles?
Those kinds of benefits?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I issue titles through
proper procedures only.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm. Well, that's
a really nice bag.

What's up with the wheels?

What? Am I supposed
to walk around

with a bag slung over
my shoulder like some animal?

Well, it's Louis Vuitton.

Probably costs more
than you make in a month.

It was a gift.

So...

You heard about Officer Flynn,
the cop who was shot
a few days ago?

Yeah, he was part of
the stolen car ring
that's been using your titles.

And now the gang leader
who was stealing those cars
was killed too.

Yeah. So, someone's
cleaning house, Dolores.

Afraid you might be next.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I'm not ready to die.

Listen, if you want me
to protect you,
you gotta help me out.

Look, I just make the titles.
I don't know what happens
to them after that.

Who do you deliver them to?

This guy named Mac.
I don't know his last name.

We... We meet near Grant Park.

What's he look like?

Um, he's about your height,
uh, light brown hair.

And he's got those
gold thingies on his teeth.
You know, top and bottom.

They look like
those expensive retainers.

Yeah. And he pays you?

No. It's all... The money's all
direct deposited from
Battery Hill Investments.

Text him. Tell him you want
to meet at the regular spot.

We never meet on Tuesdays.

Well, we're about to go up
on a Tuesday, Dolores.

Mac's late.
Ormewood said 2:00 p.m.

He'll be here.

You and Ormewood
seem to be pretty chummy.

You jealous?

Just making conversation.

So, now you want to
make conversation?

Well, since you want
to make conversation,

when's the last time
you saw Rafael?

I don't know. 2005?

So, around the time he went
to prison for manslaughter.

Yeah.

You ever visit him in prison?

No.

Okay, great talk.

There's Mac.

And he's walking
straight for us.

Hey, y'all seen an old lady
with a wheelie bag around?

- Is he really
asking us for help?
- This is a first.

GBI.

Come on.

Well, that was easy.

Like your mom
once said, "People are dumb."

Compose a statement of remorse
for messing up as a cop.

I want to take
this opportunity to address
a significant mistake

that I made while performing
my duties as a police officer.

- I recognize
that my choices...

- ...have not only
impacted my own integrity...

...but have also affected the
community I vowed to protect.

I failed to uphold
the standards expected of me,

and I take full responsibility
for my mistakes.

Do it again,
but sound like a human.

I'm truly sorry
for the mistake I made.
I let my team and...

-Hey.
-Hey.

How's the wrist?

Feeling a lot better,
thanks to you.

Good.

I brought you these flowers.

Oh.

Uh, I noticed your office
looked a little humble, so...

I'm sorry.
The flowers are weird.
Just...

...let's, um... Can we forget
that happened?

Is this your personality, or are
you unusually nervous today?

Yeah.
Well, um, hey.

Okay, um...

...hey. I don't know
if you have to fill out a report

about my little mishap
this morning.

Something else you want me
to forget happened?

I just need this job.
I don't want to make any waves.

Sure. I didn't see you
fall off a ladder.

What are you working on?

Just, uh, legal stuff.

- Tell me about it.
- You know about legal troubles?

Oh. Only my fair share.

You care to elaborate?

You go first.

Right.

So how'd you wind up here?

This? Dream job.

Well, you don't seem
like you belong here.

Thanks, but you don't know me.

Oh, uh, I didn't mean it bad--

No, I just belong here
a lot more than you might think.

Get the flowers.

Yeah, I know Mac.
Everybody knows Mac.

How?

Oh, you know, 'cause he's
a world-renowned idiot.

One time he tried to
steal a car, but it was stick,
and he couldn't get away. Ha!

Sorry I'm late.
I had to take an Uber.

God.

Hmm. Acid reflux?

Uber drivers.
They live life a quarter mile at a time.

Might wanna cut back on cheese.

Anyway, um, we arrested
one of the Grove Park Boys

who we know was involved
in Lincoln Spelling's
stolen car ring.

Ballistics say
his gun matches the one used
to kill Officer Flynn.

-We got our shooter?
-Look, I'm telling you,
the kid's a joke.

He lives with his mom.
There's no way
he did this on his own.

You live with your grandma.

You also live with my grandma.

Even if Max's not the mastermind
behind Officer Flynn's death,

we can still
use him to find Sunny.

If you offer him a deal.

Let's go.

Well, hang on, I mean,
uh, shouldn't we strategize
before we go in there?

Strategize? Come on, we're
gonna improvise. Freestyle.

Haven't you ever
been in a cipher?

No.

Mr. Wexford. I'm sure
this situation must be
unbearable for you.

Thank you. You have kids?

I'm sorry to say I do not.

Look, there she is. Sunny.

-How does this work?
-Let me do it.

Agent Gross. Uncuff him.

Just a reminder,
you are in a building
full of law enforcement.

I am aware.

- Let's see if you can
get her location.

Okay, type this:

"Sunny, my name
is Amanda Wagner.
I'm with the GBI.

I'm sitting here
with your daddy.
We're gonna help you.

Can you tell me where you are?"

A young girl is missing, Mac,
and you can help us find her.

We think whoever took her
is the same person

who told you
to shoot Officer Flynn.

-Y'all got nothing on me.
-We have the murder weapon.

Which you were
carrying around like an idiot.

Yeah, so that
seems like something.

Whatever.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Well, we tried.

Yeah, I guess we book him.

Wait, you're not worried
about whoever killed
Lincoln getting to him?

What can we do? I mean,
if he doesn't wanna cooperate,

-we can't protect him.
-Hmm.

Y'all are lying.
Lincoln ain't dead.

Mm-mmm.

So, uh, you got
any fun weekend plans?

Oh, I gotta take
my cat to the vet.

Oh. Nothing serious, I hope?

Well, she's been vomiting a lot,
so I think it's worse
than hair balls.

-Hmm.
-Do you have any pets?

Betty Maria White Trent.
She's my dog.

Um, here she is after
getting her teeth cleaned.

She doesn't know where she is.

Tell her to describe the room.

I-I can't trace the IP.
The firewall she's behind
is as good as ours.

Tell her to check the closet.

-Emergency clothes.
-Huh?

Agent Gross,
get me the addresses
of all the Atlanta safe houses.

You mean police safe houses?

Yes, go.

Wait, you think this is APD?

We don't know that yet.

Man, I knew y'all were mangy,
but golly.

Tell her to check under the bed.

If it's a safe house,
there should be a go bag
strapped under the bed.

There should be a phone.
She should call this number:
678-555-0145.

-I gotta zoom in.
-Here she is

- after getting
her teeth cleaned.

She has a beautiful smile.

Mm-hmm.
Oh, look at this one. Hold on.

This is on her birthday.

How old is she?

Uh, guys, uh, come...
come back in here.

A lady never tells,
but I do believe
she's entering her golden years.

Please come back in here.

Sorry, what was that, Mac?

I'll talk.

Sunny?

Help me.

Is that her? Let me talk to her.

Let me talk to my daughter!

Sunny, as long as
you have this phone,
I'll know exactly where you are.

I want my dad.

Sunny-side Up?

We're coming.
I just need you to be strong.

Can you do that for me?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Okay, sweetie. I love you.

Sunny, it's not safe
for us to talk anymore,

but if you put this phone
in your pocket,
we'll be listening.

Lincoln, he...
he told me to shoot him.

I ain't never done
anything like that before

but, uh, he said
that if I pulled it off,
uh, that I'd move up fast.

-You weren't afraid
of getting caught?
-No.

Why not?

What's going on in here?

- What? Nothing.
- You talking
to someone?

No.

What's this?

Lincoln, he... he told me
not to worry because, uh,
he was working with a cop.

Did he mention the cop's name?

Did you ever meet him?
Can you describe him for us?

White dude. He had a shaved head
and...
...he had a scar. Right here.

Sunny!

Cromwell ordered
the hit on Chester.

He has Sunny. Go now!

Now I have to kill you.

- No! No! No!
- Shut up!

-I told you to shut up!
-No!

Where's he
taking her? Help her.

Sunny. Hey, Sunny.
You still with me?

I want you
to take a deep breath.
Can you do that for me?

Where is he taking me?

I think he's gonna kill me.
I'm really freaking out.

Hey, Sunny. Here's something
that calms me down
whenever I'm scared.

Can you reach out
and feel around you?

The inside of the trunk,
it's made of metal and plastic.

Well done.

Okay, can you take
the light of the phone
and look around the trunk?

There should be a lever
that pops it open
from the inside.

Uh, I... I don't see it.

It's usually shaped like a "T."
Sometimes they're fluorescent.

There's nothing here.

- Okay, okay.
- We're gonna figure it out.

You know, your dad
tells me you like puzzles.
Is-Is that true?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Well, I want you to consider
that trunk to be a puzzle.

One that we can solve together.

All right,
so I want you to feel around
the door of the trunk.

See if you can find a panel.

Okay, I found it.

Attagirl.

Hey, Sunny,
are you a fast runner?

I'm the second fastest
on my track team.

Well, today
you're gonna be first.

I don't know how they found out.

Look, that's your problem,
all right?

I'll get rid of the girl,
but you need to handle this.

If I go down, you go down.

The car's about to
pull up to a stop sign.

When it slows down,
I want you to
pop the trunk and run.

There's a mall on the
right-hand side of the road.

I want you to run there
as fast as you can
and don't look back, you hear?

- Yes, ma'am.
- -Help will find you there.

Now, Sunny.

Damn it.

What are you doing?

Look out!

You guys take the front,
I'll go around back.

This place is full of civilians
so be easy with your fire.

Cromwell's back is
against the wall, so he's
gonna be reckless. Be careful.

Come out.

Come out.

Wherever you are!

Quiet,
don't make a sound.

Okay.

Freeze!

Get down. Excuse me. Move!

Get down! Go!

Sorry.

Get up.

Get down!

Will!

Will!

-I'm good.
-Okay.

It's okay, Sunny. You're safe.

Dad!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.

Oh, Sunny-side Up.

I will never let anything happen
to you again.

Do you know who this man is?

No.

This is my old friend, Mr. Will.

He came a long way
to help find you.

Nice to meet you, Sunny.

You've got a brave girl there.

Amanda?

Hello, Sunny.

Thank you for saving me.

Oh, you did all the saving.

I just offered some guidance.

And you did well too.

You should be proud of yourself.

She's a fierce one.

Yeah, she is.

How you feeling?

Mmm. Like I got shot.

Should you see a medic?

Nah, I'm all good. Um...

-Hey, um--
-Thanks for your help
with the case.

So, back to Tennessee, huh?

I shouldn't have just left town.
I should have said something.

You should have.

But you were
in a terrible position, I know.

I wish I could've helped.
I wish you would've let me help.

I'm glad you're not dead.

Mmm. Um...

-Okay.
-Yeah.

-Hmm.
-Mm-hmm.

The fact that I'm walking around
the GBI with a visitor's pass
ain't lost on me.

Well, you want a souvenir?
You know, we got mugs.

She really is something special.

Okay. And right here
is where you have your display.

So, how'd that happen anyway?

It was a...
one ill-advised experiment
into heteronormality.

Well, that went well.

And her mother?

Not the maternal type.

But that's all good, 'cause I am
and it worked out just fine.

Turn that way. Give it a shot.

What's your next move?
You gonna raise Sunny now?

Did you hit your head
out there, neck slice?

I had Sunny live with Penelope
to keep her safe.

You tell me how that worked out.
Ain't no way she's going home.

Well, maybe she'd be safer if
you changed your line of work.

What else am I gonna do?

I'm the CEO
of a powerful business.

And I'm gonna keep doing
what I've been doing

to ensure that my daughter has
a better life than me or you.

-Here's the way. Right. Okay.
-Okay.

What if I took her in?

You must really feel guilty.

Fool, what you gonna do
with a 14-year-old girl
who gets her period

and is obsessed with K-pop?

Fair point.

Oh, yeah.
You're getting it. Okay.

Actually, I think
I have a better idea.

Captain Cromwell is being transported.
And we're live on the scene.

Uh. Back to the APD I go.

Well, you sound
almost sad about it.

Yeah. You can
pump the brakes on that.

You guys just have
better K-Cup options.

Look at this guy.

Okay, follow me.

- Captain Cromwell, sir...
- -Hope he gets the chair.

So, Will,
he's coming back, right?

I don't know.

He should come back.
You two have good chemistry.

And my old assignment
was pretty interesting.
I used to audit bingo halls.

This isn't right. Will.

What?

Battery Hill Investments,
the shell company
that paid Miss Dolores.

We have to assume
that whoever owns it
is running the car ring, right?

That's been my assumption.

Well, I'm going through
Cromwell's financials,

and while he's getting paid
by Battery Hill,
he owns no piece of it.

You're telling me
someone else runs the car ring?

If not Lincoln or Cromwell,
then who is it?

All right. Keep filming.
He got shot.

It appears
Captain Cromwell has been shot.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

I have no further comment
on Captain Cromwell's death
at this time.

But let me just say,
there will be no more
dead cops in my city.

Battery Hill Investments.

Care to tell me about it?

What're you talking about?

Oh, come on, Mayor.

You know the ins and outs
of auto thefts in this city
better than anyone.

I mean, you found an easy way
to make some passive income,

arranging thefts
and reselling cars at auctions.

You put Cromwell in charge so
he could took care of the rest.

Is that about right?

You're out of your mind.

Everything was going just fine

up until Officer Flynn decided
he was gonna rat you out.

So you had him killed,
along with Lincoln and Cromwell,
to cover your tracks.

Where's the proof, Trent?

Or do you expect people
to believe the words
of some disgraced GBI agent

who abandoned his partner
and turned in his girlfriend?

We recovered Cromwell's phone
after his arrest.

You were the last person
he called while he was
on the run with Sunny.

I don't expect
people to believe me.

Evidence speaks for itself.

This is what I do,
Mayor Anthony.

Thank you for the reminder.

You have the right
to remain silent...

-I didn't kill Cromwell.
-...anything you say...

I know you don't believe me,
but I didn't!

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney, one...

Well, this is my home
where shoes will never set foot.

Are you thirsty? Can I get you
something to drink?

Uh, do you have any juice?

Uh, I have sparkling water.
I can put some lemon in it.

No, thanks.

Oh, I'll show you
where to put that.

It can't go there?

Well, I'd rather it be hung up.
There's a hook upstairs
in the guest room.

Your bedroom.

How long am I staying here?

Listen, I know
this is a little weird.

Um, but, uh I was thinking
maybe we could just try
to get to know each other

until the...
the details are settled.

I guess I'll have
some sparkling water.

Okay. Great.

And, uh, I'll get some juice
in next time I order groceries.

Okay.

Oh, those glasses are
for special occasions.

Which this is one.
You can grab two.

All right. Well, cheers.

My room's upstairs, right?

Uh. Yeah.
Um, first door on the left.

I can't begin to explain
how sorry I am

for the lives lost
due to my actions.

I... If I could
go back and change it--

You can't change it,
Detective Polaski.

We all wish you could go back
and stop the deaths
of five people,

but this isn't fantasy land.

What you did was negligent.

Regardless of your reason,
the result shows a lack
of respect for your position.

You're right.

Um.

I became a cop because I wanted
to make the world safer.

I wanted to protect people
who couldn't protect themselves.

And I thought that's what
I was doing with Crystal.

I... I was very wrong.

I think about that mistake
all the time. I... I...

I know that I will not
let my personal trauma

interfere with my job again.

I'm a good cop.

I love my job
despite my failures.

I... I would really...
I wanna serve.

If you let me back on the force,
I will be the best
version of myself

because that is what the job
requires of me.

All right, girl.
I'll do Gladys Knight,
you do the Pips.

It's okay, girl.
We'll work on it.

All right. So, how do I look?

Thanks, girl.

That's my girl.

Look at you.
Dressed like you're waiting
on Jehovah's return.

Hallelujah.

Come on in.

Wait a minute,
is that what I think it is?

Uh, you know I was
gon' bring you some. Yeah.

-Sugar, salt,
Kool-Aid mix and pickles.
-Mm-hmm.

The ultimate hood snack. Enjoy.

-Oh.
-Hmm?

How did we ever eat this?

Oh, come on.
You need to cleanse your palate.

This is the best
batch I ever made.

What'd you call me
all the way over here for?

We missed
General Hospital already.

Well, I thought
you might want this.

It's from Penelope's.

And, uh, you know, it would just
collect dust in evidence.

Mmm. You are a kind man, Wilbur.

So you headed back
to East Nowhere, Tennessee?

Maybe I'll come out there
and retire with you one day.

Mmm. Yeah, I don't see that
happening anytime soon.

I mean, especially with the
Grove Park Boys leaderless now.

All right.

I imagine business
is booming for you.

Yeah. Lucky guy.

Mmm.

I'd love to stay
and chop it up with you,

but I promised Grandma
I'd take her
to a monster truck rally.

We caught Cromwell's shooter.

Did you now?

I know he's one
of your guys, Rafael.

We had Cromwell in custody.

Cromwell had it coming.

There are rules.

We chose our paths, neck slice.

I hope yours leads you
back to Tennessee.

You know, sometimes our paths,
they choose us.

I think I'ma be sticking around
for a while.

And it's Special Agent
Will Trent.

Well, I guess we're back, Betty.

What do you say we get
some shrimp tacos, huh?
That sound good to you?