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Previously on "Will Trent"...

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

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?

Will. He's gone.

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

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

Time! Daddy, was that a new record?

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

Nicely done!

Oh, here. Come on. Hop on out, babe, and dry off.

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

Grass-fed Angus! Hot and ready!

All right, old-timer.

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

Hey. Congratulations, brother.

Appreciate it. You doing all right?

I appreciate it, man. Thanks.

How you doing? I'm good.

Yeah? Yeah.

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, brother.

Thank you. Whoa! 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.

All right. No "thank you," huh?

Hey, Captain Cromwell. Yo!

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

Robbie, how we doing on ice?

Want to grab us another few bags?

Chester!

You look bored. You up for an ice run?

Come on. I brought hot dogs. I contributed.

Fine. I'm driving.

What?! You think I'm loaded?!

You wanna breathalyze me, you sweet sack of potatoes?

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.

Cake time!

Get out of the pool! Max! Katie! Get inside!

Take your sister! Move! Move!

Get in the house! Get down! Get inside!

Stay low! Stay low! Inside!

Come on! Keeps your heads down!

Heads down! Keep your heads down!

Get EMS out here. Relax, relax.

Don't move. Don't move.

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

I'm on it!

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.

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 the 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, w-- No more questions.

The public will be updated when we have more information.

Mayor Anthony?

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.

What is the condition of the injured officer?

Are the Piedmont Kings linked to the shooting?

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?

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 ca-- Settle down!

Faith Mitchell is my best agent.

We'll get there.

Where's Lurch? Someone find--

Right-- Right-- Right here, Agent Mitchell.

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

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 shootout.

I want the gunman 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.

You gotta be kidding me.

Officer O'Hara: Rafael Wexford.

This is the Atlanta Police Department.

You are ordered to surrender, now!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Anyone have eyes on him? 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's 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.

Give us a call, Rafael.

Afternoon.

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 asking me to step directly into a firing squad.

I can guarantee your safety.

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.

And that door is a lot more expensive than that window.

Mr. Wexford, we're not going anywhere.

Let me help you.

Oh. You sound nice.

I bet your mom'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.

Will. Trent.

♪ "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 in..." ♪

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

Hmm. Hot as balls.

♪ "...to leave your lover" ♪

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

Eduardo, who's the cutest dog in the entire world?

That's right.

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

♪ There must be 50 ways to leave your lover ♪

♪ 50 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

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

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 client, Sammy.

Is 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.

Here 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've just been made.

Let's go.

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

We're doing barbecue tonight.

Oh, shoot. Uh, 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.

I know. He just... seems lonely.

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

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

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

Well, what about a cold plunge, huh?

You'll hate that.

Wilbur Trent...

where 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, uh, come on in and I'll--

I'll get you a Topo Chico for the...

What was that for? For leaving town

and not telling anyone where you were.

Well, 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 want to check on me

or because you need something?

I was giving you space.

Mm.

And, yes, there's a case.

There it is. You know what?

I don't want to hear about it, all right?

I'm not interested.

There's been a hit on two cops.

One was--

Everybody's blaming the Piedmont Ki--

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, all right?

I did what I had to do.

Maybe everybody should try that, huh?

I had no choice!

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

She was gonna sue. It was all gonna 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 were 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.

Don't you call me crazy.

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.

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.

How's my little ray of light?

Really busy. Hmm.

Really busy, actually.

I gotta get this dog poop to the lab

to find out which dog soiled Kathy Humps'--

I know. Leave it alone.

Kathy Humps' front lawn.

Wait. There is a lab?

Oh, no. They were Goldendoodles.

Yeah, there's a lab.

And a DNA database.

A doodoo base. Now, I know you're kidding.

No, they swab the dogs when they move in.

This is real.

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.

Thank you. You're welcome.

I want 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.

This guy is 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?

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.

♪ Yeah, yeah, aye ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Yeah, look, I'm feelin' like a ghost ♪

♪ Watch me pull up in a Phantom ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm feelin' like a ghost ♪

♪ Watch me pull up in a Phantom ♪

You armed?

No. You kill a cop?

Nah.

Well, then I guess my work here is done.

Why don't you 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?

You still wear pajama pants?

It's Burberry, bitch.

Don't point guns at people, okay?

It's rude and dangerous.

You're right.

That was aggressive. I apologize.

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.

You remember that?

Ugh! I hate wet willies!

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

Let's just talk like grown men, okay?

Wait. I just don't...

Oh! I didn't even mean that, honestly.

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?

All right, that was fun.

Are we ready to use our words?

All right. Just please-- Just--

I'm gonna kill your illiterate ass.

Is that my Sunshine?

Gramma, look who's here.

It's Will! She's deaf as a rock.

Look at you, Miss Pearl.

Oh, you look beautiful, like a million bucks honestly.

So good to see you.

Hey.

Will Trent. Look at you.

Look at you.

Wanna come sit?

What happened?

Nothing. Nothing.

Mnh-mnh, nothing at all. Um...

Nothing? No.

But I'm sure of one thing.

You matter to someone out there.

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-a Mr. Wexford?

You don't know everything about me.

Listen, I'mma 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 Warn--

I said no.

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.

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? She's here.

So what about all this?

Leave it. He's not coming out.

I'm gonna 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.

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! What 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.

God bless.

I'mma 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.

Yeah. Okay, I'll take it. Thanks.

You ever gonna get your A/C fixed? Chill out.

Where is this guy? Relax.

My CI says he's coming.

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 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-I will. And you didn't do anything wrong.

It was just... a terrible thing.

Hey, before the shooting,

Max was flirting with some crime-scene tech's daughter.

Go Max. I know, right?

No, he was smooth, too. He was making her laugh.

It was-- It was nice. He's been so mopey lately.

Eat that!

Hey, hey. Here he is.

What up, dawg?

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?

He might've.

Fine.

I'll go take a look around the back.

Eat the cracker.

Okay. You happy?

Thank you.

Eduardo, check the APD towing database

and all the private towing companies in Atlanta

for a red Ziveran, partial license plate 8H74.

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'm dyslexic, Agent Gross.

As many as 1 in 5 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.

A red Ziveran with a plate matching 8H74

has been called into LaserSpeed Towing.

Outstanding. Eduardo, let's celebrate.

GGGGGGGOOOOOOOOAAAAA...

Yeah, 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, 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.

You take up golfing 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.

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.

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. Hmm.

Ohh!

Aah!

Lincoln, you must feel very secure

putting your hands on a GBI agent.

I am watching you.

Lincoln hurt his knee. You should check on him.

What do we have here, Betty?

Get out of that car! Now!

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. Isn't that 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.

You give me this gun.

Let me get out.

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, but they didn't seem too optimistic

about getting it back.

So how'd you find it?

I remembered.

I left my tablet under the seat.

I tracked its location.

I grabbed my Beretta, drank a Red Bull.

Here I am.

With your mask, huh?

So, can I get my car back?

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

Yeah, and 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, uh, is prone to IBS,

but this little capsule helps reset her gut biome

and makes her feel light as a feather

clean as a whistle.

What are you doing here?

The USB device contains virus codes

that activate the ignition

of this particular Ziveran model.

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 matched the M.O. 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's all over this.

Your friend Rafael, he wasn't lying.

He was framed. What the hell's 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!

He did 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.

What did you do?!

I disconnected the governor.

Oh! Okay. Let's see what she can do!

Geez, Angie.

Oh, my God! Oh!

Angie! Angie! Angie! Ugh!

Whoa!

You all right?

I'm okay. You're okay.

Yeah. Keep going.

Okay, here we go.

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.

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

I never got high to have fun or... relax.

Not even in the beginning.

I only ever wanted to forget things.

I don't want to forget Crystal.

I'd only wake up the next morning

and have to remember it all over again.

Hey.

Um, I see you really Nico-ized the space.

Love the TV in front of the fireplace.

That's a nice touch.

Betty. You're okay now.

You're home.

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

Guess what, Betty. I have that bologna you like.

I see you found the money I left for you.

So, you back now? It's just a visit.

Old friend of mine's in serious trouble.

You moved on, and so have I.

Betty and I sleep in the bedroom.

You take the garage.

Nico. Hey, Nico!

♪ Mira, nunca creas que te olvido ♪

♪ Pues mi amor por ti es tan grande ♪

♪ Que no es posible otro igual ♪

♪ Si hasta cuando dejes de quererme ♪

♪ Pediré que otros amores hagan tu felicidad ♪

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."

Where are we?

Hey.

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

Great. Let's go talk to her.

We got this.

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'd 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.

♪ Tú serás la Cinderella, él, el tonto que da pena ♪

♪ Y aunque yo no sea un príncipe azul ♪

♪ Soy tu amor y tu dilema ♪

You gonna order?

♪ Soy el malo con una virtud ♪

Oh, sure. Yeah. Um, just, uh-- just a moment.

♪ El no entiende el procedimiento ♪

Eduardo, read this.

The André 3000--

Spicy birria, oaxacan cheese on a corn tortilla.

The Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes... You said that you were gonna take care of it,

so I assumed it was off my plate.

Excuse me. ...al Pastor, avocado, grilled pineapple...

Do not say "no worries," okay?

It was your fault. You should worry.

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

Can you just 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.

The Killer Mike...

Thank you.

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

You ready or what?

Yes, I am.

Um, I will have the André 3000,

but, um, just no cheese.

There's no substitutions.

Well, technically, it's not a substitution.

It's a subtraction.

Oh my God. 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 1:00?

Wait. 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'd 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.

And 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?!

Ms. Alba, I don't want to 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'm 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 could be a cop anymore.

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

Okay. One Killer Mike and one André 3000.

Thank you. Thank you.

You arrested the love of your life?

It's a long story. All right, really long.

C-Could we please just sit?

Yeah.

Chester contacted me. He was cagey.

Didn't want to 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'd 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 whistle-blower. Mm.

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?

100 years ago.

I was raised in foster care.

When I got out, I had nothing. He was my friend.

He let me stay at his house with his grandma.

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.

All right, this is breaking news.

Rafael Wexford has surrendered... What?

...and confessed to the shootings

of two Atlanta police officers.

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

Can you come with me? ...for Wexford at this point.

Why'd you confess?

Where's my gramma?

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

I finally found God. I'm not gay anymore.

After what, 20 years of silence

you call in the favor, and now this?

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 gonna 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.

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.

You know he didn't do it, right?

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 10 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, answer's got to be there.

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-a letter, a message,

anything that can 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 that means he's willing to die for it.

Not it-- someone.

Not Gramma.

You don't know everything about me.

Is that my Sunshine?

Faith!

I found his laptop. It's password-protected.

Try "Sunshine."

How about "Sunny"?

Who is that?

It's his daughter.

They took his daughter.

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