All language subtitles for Will Trent S03E06 - No Faith in Second Chances

Previously on Will Trent...

Do your friends
know what happened?
Why you're staying with me.

Look, lady, it's, like,
6:00 in the morning.

Can you chill?

I didn't kill Alice Finney.

Okay.
What if I said I believe you?

I can't go back
to prison, Angie.

Rape and murder
of a 17-year-old girl.

We're not friends.

He's applying for a new job
since the Waldorf fired him.

Um, can he put you down
as a reference?

No.

Sorry, no.

Will, you have never been
anything but very kind to me,
and I appreciate that.

I appreciate you too.

...is warning cities as far
as Atlanta to prepare

for severe storm conditions
as Hurricane Rachel

heads for the Florida coast.

Forecasters predict
Rachel will reach category four

by the time it makes landfall,

bringing sustained winds
of at least 110 miles per hour.

As it moves north toward our...

Hey, Esther, call 911.

Calling Emergency Services.

911. What's your emergency?

I think someone's trying
to break into my house.

Okay. I have your address
listed as 8833...

Hang on.

They're moving to the back.

I see 'em.

Nah, they're headed
for the woods.

Okay, sir...

...we recommend you stay inside
and lock your doors.

- We'll send a patrol car to
take a look.

Hey! Get out of here! Get--

We were thinking
robbery until we found her.

What do you think?

My guess, abduction and rape.

She escaped his vehicle,
came to the house looking
for help, and didn't get it.

Kept running.

Yeah, he busted in,
killed the witness,
and then caught up to her.

What is that?

Her tongue.

Get a team out here
looking for the murder weapon.

She okay?

There's a guy, John Shelley,
he got 20 years for doing this
to his prom date.

He just got out.

Polaski knows him.

Now what I can tell you is male,
maybe 40s to 60s.

- Athletic.
- How can you tell that?

-Oh, Agent Trent?
-All right. Give me a second.

Burn rate
of the torso suggests low BMI.

X-rays were unremarkable
except for this.

It was in his skull. Probably
from a small-caliber bullet.

So all we've got
is that it's a he.

He was shot in the head,
and somebody stashed his body
under the floorboards.

Almost the perfect crime,
if the building
hadn't burned down,

and AFD hadn't found him.

Any idea how long
he'd been there?

Well, his clothes
and the conditions likely
compromised rate of decay.

I'm running
some very complex tests for...

Marion.

Um...

What an unexpected pleasure.

The Fire Marshall called me.

I have a missing witness,

and since the body was found in
the Grove Park Boys territory,

I thought I'd see
if I recognized the face.

-No face...
-Nope.

They didn't tell me it was so...

-Crispy?
-Right.

Well, I'm sure
we'll find an identity soon,

even without a face,
or fingerprints,
or identifying marks.

Well, I think
the feet could be promising.

Notice how they burned
at a much slower rate.

Don't say anything.

Merino wool socks!

A-plus.

Oh. Are you, uh...
You feeling all right?

I'm fine. I'm just a little
light-headed. I think
it's because of the smell.

Oh. Um, well, uh, try this.

Thank you.

-You carry a handkerchief.
-I do.

Pete,
let's go track down those labs.

Sorry about the feet.

It's what my abuela used to say.

It's what my uncle says.
I'm still learning.

Where are your people from?

Puerto Rico.

Me too.

That's...
I'm guessing you didn't grow up
with too much Spanish, though.

Because, uh, foster kid and all.

You remembered.

Well...

-Thank you.
-Yes.

Uh, no offense to you,
but I would very much so like

to not be in this room anymore.

Oh, no. Oh, of course.

Um, we'll get you the identity
as soon as we find out.

Thanks, Mr. Trent.

Huh. She's Puerto Rican.

Let's never come
back here again.

Yeah.
Would've been nice for John
to have left some DNA behind

at the scene and saved us
the trip to Diddler Towers.

Atlanta Police Department!

John Shelley, as a parolee,
we have the legal right

to enter your premises
without a warrant.

God, this place reeks
of serial killer.

How did you not smell it on him?

The mustache alone
is a big red flag.

Nope. What do you think
he keeps in the cooler?

Clothes.

Obviously.

Hey.

How much you wanna bet these
match the boot print
on that door?

Where is this asshole?

APD!

Whoever's in there needs
to come out.

Just a second.

John?

John Shelley, open this door.

I can explain.

I've done nothing wrong.

If anything, this shows
a pattern of harassment.

Relax, okay?
We're just waiting for
the test results to come back.

I told you, it's cow's blood.
From work.

You kill them and chop them up?

I lost my other job.

After I was handcuffed
and thrown into the back
of a cop car.

-For doing nothing.
-For concealing information.

For trying to help someone.

Do you drive, John?
You have a car?

The conditions
of my parole don't allow me
to have a license.

That's not really an answer.

Speaking of your parole,
I read the statement you made
at your hearing.

You admitted that you broke
into Alice Finney's bedroom
after prom,

forced yourself on her.

And when you came down
from the drugs you were on,
you realized what you had done,

so you killed her to make it
look like a psychopath did it.

But there was no psychopath.

Only you.

Why are you showing me that?

I don't know who that is.

That's Peggy Higgins.

Our ME compared her autopsy
to Alice's, and he said...

-What was it?
-An abundance of confidence.

He said he has an abundance
of confidence that
the same person did this.

The same person beat them,
raped them,
cut out their tongues.

I didn't kill Alice!

Okay? I didn't kill anyone!

That's not what you told
the parole board.

I had to!

My mother was dying.

The only way they would let me
out is if I expressed remorse.

Where did you get that?
That's mine.

So she died two days
before you got out.

That must have made you angry.
All that anger building,
building.

What sets you off?

When the girls laugh at you
when they tell you "no"?

I didn't kill anyone.
Why won't you listen?

- There you are.
- I want a lawyer.

Mmm. I think there's more
you wanna say to me.

Interview's over. ADA Markovic
here is throwing a flag.

He was breaking. We had him.

The subject requested a lawyer.

And, in my opinion,
you pulled him without
any real articulable suspicion.

He was covered in blood.

Why is the DA's office
making it their business?

I called him in.

I'm not here to be the bad guy.

We all want a clean case, yeah?

-If Mr. Shelley's responsible...
-If?

Let's get him the right way.
With the basics.

A witness, the murder weapon,
a link to the victim.

Give me real evidence,
and I'll personally make sure
he goes away for good.

Oh, I feel very reassured.

Excuse me.

Look, hexagon test came back.
The blood on the clothes
is not human.

Hand him off
to his parole officer.

Hey, Cap.

Is this how it's gonna be?

You guys looking
over my shoulder all the time?

Listen, just stick
to the basics, kid.

I don't know anything about
a body in the floor.

I just bought the place
a year ago, and now it's...
it's all gone.

Are you familiar with a street
gang named the Grove Park Boys?

I don't know how
the fire started.

Well, that's interesting, Elias,
because that's not
what I asked you.

Can you tell us who else had
access to your shop after hours?

-I'm the only one with a key.
-What's got you so scared?

Nothing.
I'm not scared. I'm stressed.

And, if you were listening,
you'd know that my entire life
just burned down.

This is all I have,
all right? It's...

my father's.

You heard what I heard in that room.
Did you skip breakfast?

Don't you dare!
It's dozens of names.

I don't see the problem.

-You're not sticking me
with grunt work.
-Elias is hiding something.

-We gotta go where
the trail takes us.
-Excuse me!

They can hear you
all the way in Tallahassee.

Well, Agent Mitchell
and I were just discussing next
steps on our case.

Oh, the burnt jerky man?

We still don't have an ID,

but Pete determined he's
been under the floor for longer

than a year, which means
that the current owner,

Elias Baidwan,
is no longer a suspect.

It also means that it can't
be the ADA's missing witness,
yet Will wants to pivot.

Elias Baidwan clearly
knows something about the fire.

The body is our case,
not the fire.

Faith is right.

Send your concerns
to the fire marshal
and focus on getting an ID.

It's Sunny.
Checking on my ETA
for the second time today.

I don't know why I have
to account for my
every minute with this girl.

We have a schedule.

She's up to no good and doesn't
want you home to see it.

Oh, she knows better
than to try me.

I'm sure it's
the first time a teenager
never tested their limits.

Wait, what did you mean
"no good"?

Canoodling. Looking for
the keys to the liquor cabinet.

Trying on your clothes.

Caroline, get my coat!

Okay. I apologize
for raising my voice.

I get it.
You're personally invested.

What does that mean?

Whatever.

Hey, what was that thing you
and Pete were saying about
the feet?

Oh, um, Smartwool socks.
Merino wool is fire resistant,
but it will burn...

Hikers wear it, right?

You think that's our guy?

Cedric Breaffy owned
the building before Elias.

He went missing two years ago,
but his body was never found.

Well, maybe we just found it.

- Oh, bruh. Okay.
- I got a better one.

"Spaghetti" me that spatula.

That doesn't even make sense.

"Impastable"! "Impastable"!

- Okay. Okay, ready?
- Yes, yes, yes.

-What do you call pasta that...
-Pasta that gives what...

You said 6:45.

He can't make it Thursday,
he has to be downtown.

So I invited him over.

I need to have a word
with your father.

Mmm.

Mind the garlic for me, okay?

You said this was my house too.

I don't recall saying that.

You are in my home.

I meant no disrespect.
Sunny said she asked you.

You are the adult who
signed a legal agreement.

It's a force of habit.

Penelope was always fine
with me dropping by
to check on my daughter.

I am not her!

I'm the Deputy Director
of the GBI.
You could have been followed.

I know my business.

I should be a part
of this conversation!

You lost that right
when you broke the rules!

It's my life!

Uh-uh! Stay back there,
stay back there!

Stay back. Stay back.

It's time for your father to go.

Dad.

Go do your homework.

I'll talk to DFCS and have them
move Thursday's location
closer to downtown.

-To my office.
-I got business.

If you can't stick to the rules
we agreed upon,
this arrangement ends.

You wouldn't do that to her.

Oh, let's be clear,
I wouldn't be the one doing it.

I spent half the day running
around Atlanta looking for him

because someone forgot
to tell me he got pulled in.

One call,
and I could've told you
he had nothing to do with it.

-John, were you
at work last night?
-Yes, Ms. Lam.

Have you ever been late
or missed a shift?

No, Ms. Lam.

What happens if you step
even one inch out of line?

I go back to prison.

Time sheets, drug tests,
my reports.

It insults me when you
suggest one of my guys

is up to something
that I don't know about.

With all due respect,
this isn't about your ego.

We're trying to solve a murder.

People can get into all kinds of
trouble when we're not looking.

What?

I'm just surprised
that someone like you
has no faith in second chances.

The news said mutilated.
What does that mean?

I can't tell you that.

But what I can say is
that we need to find the guy
who did this to her.

Peggy talked a lot about the guy
with the PO box next to hers.

I-I know, who keeps a PO box?

She said it was so
an ex-boyfriend
wouldn't know where she lived.

I mean, yeah, she was pretty,
but she wasn't like,
"Oh, my God."

I'm terrible for saying that.
I'm so sorry.

What can you tell me about
the PO box guy?

He was always bothering her,
asking her out.

We were on our way
back from lunch one time,

and she asked me to go in there
with her because he was there.

-You saw him?
-Mm-hmm.

Can you describe him?

Skeevy.

I mean, like,
tall, short, bald. Mustache?

I'm really bad with that stuff.
Maybe facial hair?

Would you be willing to come
into the station tomorrow

to look at a photo lineup?

Yeah. Yes, of course.
I have to get back to it.

Yeah, no. Thank you very much.

Polaski.

Hi! It's Michael Ormewood,
your partner, at the hospital?

Just got done interviewing
Peggy's coworkers. Alone.

Just wondering where you are,
why you're ignoring my texts.

So, it'd be great if you
could give me a call back.

Pete was able to confirm
that our Mr. Crispy

was in fact missing hiker,
Cedric Breaffy.

The former building owner.

This is his wife, Meadow,
and his best friend, Dax Mason.

Cedric owned a wine shop.
He traveled overseas a lot.

Two years ago,
he goes missing supposedly
on a solo hiking trip.

These two grieve for exactly six
months before getting together.

Well, that was fast.

Yeah, well,
hold on to your Fendi because
it was even faster than that.

I tracked Dax's movements before
the disappearance,
found a pattern

for when he was using a gas
station near Meadow's house.

Hmm. I bet all
the dates were when
the husband was out of town.

Hmm. Wife and best friend
fall in love,

kill the husband,
then stage his disappearance.

Bring 'em in for questioning.

Polaski!

Officer Lam, it's Detective
Polaski with a question
about John Shelley.

Again.

-Maybe this is why
we don't call.
-Where the hell have you been?

I was tailing John.

Heller said to lay off of him.
Why didn't you tell me?

I just...

I can't make
the same mistake twice.

It's not the same thing, Angie.

Anyway, I think it was worth it
because he spent half the day

watching this mailbox place.

I-I thought he
was waiting for someone.
But I was wrong because...

Wait, mailbox place,
like, with PO boxes?

Yeah. Let me finish.
He goes in, right?

Finally, says he lost his key,
shows his ID,
and empties the box.

Here's what I can't figure.

The box was opened years ago
when John was still in prison,
right?

And he didn't list it
with the parole office.

So this...
It feels like something.

-Right?
-No, yeah.

It's definitely something.

Peggy Higgins has a PO box
at the same address. PO box 849.

Right next to John's 850.

That connects him to the victim.

Son of a bitch lied to us.

A part of me still hoped
that he'd find his way home.

How could this have happened?

I'm hoping you can help me
work that out.

Walk me through the last time
you saw him.

Sure. Uh, the shop was closed.

They were fumigating.
Termites, I think.

Cedric used that as
an excuse to get on the trail.

That's how he was.

If he wasn't at a vineyard,
he was on a mountain somewhere.

I didn't mind.

It made him happy.

I dropped him off
at the trailhead,

and then I was gonna pick
him up a few days later.

He sent me a photo of the sunset
that first night.

Then nothing.

Well, that's strange.

He's usually in his photos.

They think he may have
gotten hurt, then disoriented.

They called off
the search after two weeks.

I spent a fortune
on a team to keep looking.

It was tearing her apart.

I tried to help her
accept that he was gone.

We sort of just happened.

I wasn't
expecting to fall in love.

Whose idea was it
to sell the shop?

Dax was against it.

It was the one thing
he wanted me to hold on to.

I figured it was
a good investment.

I spent so much on trying
to find Cedric that I needed
the money.

I got really lucky.
The buyer even paid in cash.

Elias Baidwan, the buyer,
he paid in cash?

This slug was found
in Cedric's brain stem.

When we searched the scene,
we found its casing.

It's a .22 caliber
long rifle round.

We don't usually find these
in murders.

They're mostly used for
competitive target shooting.

Target shooting?

According to your social media,
you hold several titles in that.

Cedric never made it
to that trail.

Meadow had nothing
to do with it.

I couldn't stand
watching him just ignore her

when I knew
I could make her happy.

And we have been.

We've been so happy.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

They might've gone on another
30 years in perfect bliss

if it hadn't been for that fire.

Mmm. That reminds me. Uh...

AFD delivered this
to my office by mistake.

Mmm.

Still looking to do extra credit
for a certain ADA?

I am being thorough.

Will, it is okay.

-What?
-It's okay to be interested
in her.

It's also okay to have
thoughts and not say them.

-Fine.
-Thank you.

Mmm.

It says that two other
businesses burned down

in the Grove Park Boys territory
in the past month.

Oh, I thought our case
was the body, not the fire.

I remember saying
the body and then the fire.

Cedric's widow said Elias
bought the building in cash.

He never had a balance over four
digits. No assets, no loans.

So where'd he get the money?

Where indeed.

What the hell? Excuse you.

You're the one
crowding the stairs, asshole.

Yeah, don't you have
a playground to go stalk?

What did you say to me?
You say I look at children?

Come on now.

I'm gonna sue your ass.

You people come in here,
think you can do
whatever you want!

John Shelley.
Stay where you are.

It's not mine!

Go, go!

Oh, God. That's evidence.

Come on.

- John.
- Stop right there or I'll shoot.

Someone else is doing this.

If you move,
I will put one in your chest.

-Just...
-I won't go back to prison.

It's not up to you.

Hey, man. You all right?

Where did you find time
to do this?

Well, it's just a working
theory. Faith helped too.

From what I see, it looks like
a loan sharking scheme.

Do you think that
Lincoln Spelling loaned out cash
to these small businesses

and then someone
took it over after he died?

Well, seems like it.

And whenever
they didn't pay the new guy,
their places were torched.

And whoever did this is
probably positioning themselves

to take over
the Grove Park Boys.

There's only one name
that comes to my mind.

You think your
old friend Rafael?

But I've got nothing
to confirm it.

I'd like
to lean on Elias Baidwan.

Let me. I've been told that
I have a gift for wearing
a man down.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

That scar on your neck.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

-I didn't mean to...
-No.

It's...

You surprised me is all.

I apologize.

It's none of my business.
Sometimes, I just forget
that we just met.

Have dinner with me?

Yeah.

When?

Tonight.

I'll cook.

Maybe a salmon.

"Maybe a salmon" is my favorite.

Well, um,

I suppose
this concludes our business.

Thank you, ADA Alba.

Thank you, Special Agent Trent.

I don't know where John is.

I haven't seen him
since he came to my office.

He did? Why didn't you tell me?

-When was this?
-A few weeks ago.

Uh, he was asking
about getting a car...

He wondered about
credit reports or something.

Did you help him?

I spent the last two decades
trying to forget
I'm John Shelley's sister.

I told him to leave.

-Are we in any danger?
-Why would you ask that?

Because he's a monster,
and I testified against him.

You knew Alice Finney?

Not really.
We were all in school together.

But I saw how John changed.
He became erratic. Violent.

Drugs can destroy a person.

I need you to take these.

My mom took notes
on everything from the moment
John was arrested.

I didn't know you still
had those. Honey,
the police don't want them.

You don't want them. It's
nonsense. Conspiracy theories.

Look, she kept hoping
she could find a way
to get him back.

And it slowly killed her.

Please take them.

I couldn't throw them away,
but I can't keep them.

Okay. They could be
helpful in finding John.

-Did you try Carver?
-John's cellmate?

Yeah. When I told him to leave,
he said he'd go ask Carver.

Don't let my
youthful visage fool ya.
I am advanced in my years.

My memory is unreliable.

All right. You can skip
the runaround. We're willing
to trade for information.

I'm delighted to see
you've done your research.

Better a candy in my mouth
than a piece of you.

I can really see why you
and John were so close.

That peppermint stick
for a tidbit perhaps?

I have not been allowed
a sweet for a very long time.

When John came to see you,
what did you discuss?

Um...

The weather, the mail, you.

You're that security guard.

You broke
his tender little heart.

It's, um,

Angela.

Correct?

-We heard he was looking
for a car.
-Mmm.

I might remember him saying that
his new job was awfully hard
to get to.

Okay.

You can have the whole bag,
okay?

I let him borrow
my mother's car.

Beulah Carver.

I'll call in a BOLO.

We need to find him.

Where would he go?

- Where would he hide?
- Oh.

Precious. You are asking
all the wrong questions.

Why not ask yourself,
sweet Angela,

how a man, who went to prison
at age 17,
can have a credit score of 710?

- Open the door!
- Open the door!

She all right?

Yeah.

Y'all come back soon.

Maybe next time.

I think Betty's wondering
where her salmon is.

Betty, girl, I taught you better
than to beg. Now, come on.

Well, I don't blame her.

I mean, dinner was the best
I've had in a very long time.

-Well, thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

You know? I have been trying
to track down Elias Baidwan,

and it is like he has vanished
from the face of the earth.

Sorry. Sorry. No business.

It's just hard for me
to turn off that part
of my brain sometimes.

I understand that completely.
I have hard time
with that myself.

What?

Oh, I just...

What is it?

I just haven't done this
in a long time,
and I just had the impulse

to whip out
my patented summer camp
flirt-with-your-crush move.

-Please, do share. Mmm.
-Okay.

Have you ever
had your palm read?

Oh. Oh, you're smooth.

Okay. Okay.

Focus. I have to concentrate.

-Okay.
-Okay.

You see here.
This is your life line.

It is strong and steady.

You have gone through a lot,
but you keep moving forward.

How am I doing?

I'm in. I'm a believer.

And here's your heart line.

It's deep but very guarded.

You see all these crosses?
It means that you have
a lot of wounds.

All right.

How about your palm, huh?

-How much this palm got to say?
-It's mostly about cats.

But if you look closely,
this right here

means that I'm going
to kiss a very, very sexy man.

Really?

So I'm gonna go,
and I'm gonna go find him.

-Oh.
-Mm-hmm.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Okay. Oh, wow.

Yeah.

I was talking about the storm.

- Oh, really? Okay.
- And us.

But I should, um...
Yeah, I should probably
get going before it gets worse.

Mmm.

Tell Gross and Smith they're
approved to work from home.

Oh, and can you stay late?
I mean, is that a problem?

Yeah. Ma'am, if you're here,
I'm here.

Okay. Great.

Wow.

Hey. Hey, look at me.

If you wanna be mad at me,
be mad at me.

But that woman has my back,
and she's not due
an unkind word from anyone.

You hear?

-He's not coming.
-Of course he is.

It's just the rain,
or he's making a point.

I'm never gonna see him anymore.

That's absolutely not true.

Why can't I see him
at our house?

Because it's my house.

And if this is going to work,
we need to stick
to the rules we agreed on.

Okay. Forcing him to walk
through a building full of cops

to see me
is not one of the rules.

You're all the same.

I don't know who
you're talking about.
But this is about respect.

Respect for me, your father,
and what we're trying
to do for you.

Do you understand?

-Anyway, he's not coming.
-Well, I disagree.

"On our way to Piney Grove.
See you when we get back."

Hey. A traffic cam
in Belvedere Park caught sight
of the car John's using.

We ordered a sweep. They'll yell
if they spot anything.

Good. Carver was
a mail carrier in both states.

Maybe they were sent
by a friend.

I sent John's sheet
to the locals just in case.

-You get started on
the notebooks?
-Yeah.

It's pretty heartbreaking. She
really believed he didn't do it.

Yeah, well, no one
wants to believe it's their kid.

But it's always someone's kid.

Oh, I checked on John's
credit score. It is very high.
Just like Carver said.

Yeah,
it's probably some prison scam.

Yeah, but why tell us about it?

Well, Carver likes
to eat people.
He's a complicated guy.

Okay.

Just for a moment,
let us consider if someone did

put the murder weapon
and the tongue in the cooler.

It's the first place we'd look.

Of course he's gonna
say somebody put it there.

Just like he said he didn't
kill Alice. But he did.

And that tongue means
he's got another victim.

Wait. 30032.
That's Belvedere Park, right?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

It's an address. 1854...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Piney Grove, 30032.

Ah. Bro, you could have warned
me where Amanda Wagner likes
to keep her grip.

I mean, you see how I
turned out. Glad you dressed
for the occasion.

Yeah. If I'm gonna be seen
in here, let me be seen.

Hmm.

Now,

that...

that is nice.

Vintage?

Mm-hmm. Early '80s.

You know, I'm a sucker
for pieces with a history.

Mmm.

Too much?

Or like you always say,
"More is more."

I got Sunny waiting.

I won't go back.

I won't go back.

John, show me your hands.

I won't go back.

I won't go back.

I won't go back.

Thanks.

Hey, John.

I've been reading
your mom's notebooks.

Sharp lady.
Lots of good questions.

-Leave me alone.
-Believe me, I'd like to.

But I feel like I owe it to her
to ask you about
something Carver said.

Why do you have
a credit score of 710?

How did you open a PO box
while you were still in prison?

Why is there a house
on Piney Grove in your name?

-I don't know.
-Well, you know something.

John, I'm here to listen.
You gotta help me out.

I went to buy my sister a gift.

They said I could put it
on a store card
because I had such good credit.

I knew that wasn't right.

So you went to ask
your sister about it.
She wouldn't talk to you.

You went to Carver.

He guessed someone was using my
identity to hide money
or hide themselves.

He said he'd look into it
through his contacts.

That's when it all
started happening again,

like with Alice.

Someone put that knife
in my cooler.

And killed Ms. Lam.

-Do you know who?
-No.

That's why I went to the PO box
and to the house.

I wasn't running.
I was trying to find them.

It's quite a story.

It doesn't matter.

I'm the guy.

That's the story
everyone wants to believe.

It was nice to get
to know you, Angie.

You can't file charges
against John Shelley yet.

Detective Polaski.
We're at a meeting.

Yeah. I-I-I understand.
This is urgent.

Yeah. I'm... I can...

- I can wait.
- All right.

I think we might be wrong about
the John Shelley case.

He was found with a body
and the murder weapon.

Two days ago, you were trying
to get him to confess.

- Yeah.
- Do you have another suspect?

No.
But I have a witness coming in,

and I think that she could
lead us somewhere.

Might and could are words
for the defense.

The case is there.

Yeah,
Freddy has an excellent record.

No one asked you, um...

Captain Heller brought me
in to supervise because
of your questionable judgment.

You don't need to worry.
It's a solid case.

I filed a few hours ago.

Uh, Detective Polaski
said it was urgent.

Yeah. She actually had
to step out for a minute.

You want a coffee?

Please, yeah. And one for Kenan
too. He's on his way up.

Mm-hmm.

Is it always this empty?

Yeah. Emergency calls.
Full moons and hurricanes.

Hey, uh...

I have a case I want you
to look at. It's time sensitive.

This guy went away for
a murder he didn't commit,

and I think it's about
to happen again.

John Shelley.

Yeah.
How do you know about that?

-Angie, what are you doing?
-Will, how do you know
about that?

Are you watching
over my shoulder too?

Marion called.

-All right? She was concerned.
-Oh, my God.

-Of course.
-It's not a conspiracy.

-We're trying
to look out for you.
-It's "we" now.

Wow. I get double the
self-righteous grandstanding.

-This isn't personal.
-It is though.

Yeah, it is.

Do you know what it takes
for me to walk into
that precinct every day?

I'm killing myself
over this case.

Why didn't I smell it
on this guy? I've been around
predators my entire life.

Mom made sure of that.
Why did I miss this?

You know why?
Because it isn't him.

Maybe that was a little much.

I thought there was
a certain emphatic punch to it.

Will,

someone took 20 years
from this guy,

and I saw the look on his face.

He won't make it
to County alive.

Someone set him up
and the answer is in there.

If you've ever believed in me,
even once...

Let's start from the beginning.

It's you.