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.
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!
-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?