ANGIE: Previously on Will Trent...
No! What the hell's your boyfriend doing here, huh?
What, did you chase the ambulance here, Trent?
You know how I said I grew up in a group home?
Will was there.
We could go to the cops.
They won't do anything.
He walked into your room in the middle of the night
and raped you.
Are you worried I'm gonna start using again?
Angie, I know all of you.
How about the next time you want to run,
give it 24 hours.
See if it passes.
Okay.
(crowd chanting "Justice for Andrew!")
(chanting continues)
Been waiting a long time for today.
Hopefully, we can all finally move on.
No matter what LaPorte gets,
it won't make up for what he did.
(chanting continues)
(indistinct shouting)
Now fry, cop killer!
Enjoy Hell, LaPorte.
Andrew Hollis was my friend!
♪♪
(metal detector beeps)
Come on. It's the cuffs.
Look at this place. We gotta keep moving.
(chanting continues)
♪♪
BONNIE: I love your outfit.
FAITH: Thank you. It's my favorite.
Not used to the shoes, yet, though.
Ouch.
Are you a lawyer?
Oh, God, no.
Um...GBI.
But with how often I testify here,
I might as well have my own parking spot.
But it is hopping in here today, huh?
(gunshots, people screaming)
Were those gunshots?
We're gonna be all right, okay?
Just breathe. What's your name again?
-Bonnie. -Bonnie, I'm Faith.
We're gonna be okay.
♪♪
FAITH: No service. Of course.
My daughter. She's -- She's in the court.
I'm a mom, too. I get it.
But stay calm, okay?
(The Emotions' "Best of My Love" plays)
♪♪
Where's the kind we usually get, Betty?
♪ Doesn't take much to make me happy ♪
They must have moved things around.
♪ And make me smile with glee ♪
♪ Never, never will I feel discouraged ♪
We need these.
♪ 'Cause our love's no mystery ♪
Can we get the regular kind instead of whole wheat?
WILL: Sure, yeah.
If that, uh, works for you.
Hey...
That's bad bitch Betty!
What did you just call her?
That is bad bitch Betty, right?
♪ Want the whole wide world to see ♪
Listen, I'm not sorry. Betty is very popular
-on the socials. -(cellphone rings)
You didn't even bother to ask, huh?
-(cellphone beeps) -This is Trent.
♪ You've got the best of my love ♪
Courthouse?
Isn't Faith there today?
Yeah, okay, I'm just a -- a block south.
All right, I'm on my way.
All right, look, um...
-(chuckles) -Don't do anything stupid,
all right?
♪ Oh, oh, you've got the best of my love ♪
(radio chatter)
ORMEWOOD: Get those civilians out of here.
TATE: Take them to the Clerk's office.
Oh, fantastic. It's the second responders.
You're welcome. Will Trent, GBI.
-Here to assist. -Tate Grillo, APD.
Uh, ground floor's secured.
No reported injuries yet, but we believe
LaPorte stole a pistol from security.
This courthouse has 14 exits.
Six have security blind spots.
Foster kid.
Spent a lot of time in this building.
Let's put that knowledge to use.
Sam LaPorte's smart.
He knows how to get people to trust him,
but make no mistake, he's a cold-blooded killer.
You know a lot about our fugitive.
He killed my partner.
Then let's find him.
♪♪
(restroom door opens)
♪♪
Excuse me.
-I said excuse me. -SAM: Hey, don't even --
-Hey, hey, hey! Hey! -(screams)
Shut up! Shut up!
Keep breathing, Bonnie. We're okay.
Come here.
Get over here. I said don't move.
Please, please. Look, she didn't do anything.
(Bonnie whimpers)
Look, I'm Faith Mitchell.
I'm with the GBI, and I can help you.
Faith Mitchell?
You don't say. Okay, look.
Put your gun on the ground and kick it over there.
-Slowly. -(Bonnie whimpers)
♪♪
Look, if you pull that trigger,
everyone will know exactly where you are.
-(door opens in distance) -MAN: Move! Move!
(indistinct shouting)
WILL: It's up here, on the left.
♪♪
Put your hands on your head!
TATE: Where is he?
He was gonna kill me, but she (hyperventilating)
Who?
Who were you with?
She...
Is this hers?
♪♪
Where is she?
He took her.
And my car keys.
Ormewood, tell dispatch that LaPorte is armed and dangerous.
And he's taken Faith Mitchell hostage.
♪♪
(engine revs)
(sirens wailing, tires squeal)
SAM: Slow down.
We don't need any unnecessary attention.
♪♪
I have a son. Jeremy.
He's a freshman at A.C. Tech.
Look, I love that kid.
So I will drive you to the end of this world
if that means that I'll see him again.
♪♪
I'm diabetic,
and I left my kit at the courthouse,
so if we're gonna do that,
then we need to stop for medicine.
Keep straight.
Where are we going?
♪♪
FAITH (muffled): Help!
Help!
(grunting)
Help!
(grunts) Help!
Oh, are you there, God?
Oh.
It's me -- Faith.
Dumb joke. Sorry.
Okay.
I'm in a bit of a jam right now.
Maybe you noticed.
(panting)
Okay, okay.
Relax, relax.
Come on.
Come on. Yes.
Breathe (groans) space into the joints...
...through the spine.
Lengthen the arms.
Tighten the core. (groans)
Oh, my God!
Why don't we do this in hot yoga?
(groans)
Sorry, God. I'm back.
Listen, I need help.
Please don't let this be my time.
I need to be here for Jeremy.
(groans)
Please, please, please, please!
Aah!
Thank you, God.
Thank you, Shanti from hot yoga.
Now please don't let this latch be broken.
♪♪
You're under arrest!
Once again, my name is Special Agent Faith Mitchell,
and I'm with the GBI.
Obviously, I know how to get out of a trunk.
This is not what we discussed!
I went in there and got meds for you.
(grunts) It was a nice gesture!
Where you going? Where you going? Where you going?
We're switching cars.
Come on.
Stay right there. Do not move.
♪♪
FAITH: Help!
TATE: All right, listen up.
Sam LaPorte has stolen a black Ford F-150.
APD is patrolling his previous addresses.
They got a half an hour on us, but we will find that truck.
Let's go! Be safe!
(indistinct chatter)
I got a bad feeling about this angry mob of trigger-happy cops.
Yeah. Me, too.
We'll find her,
but chasing that truck's a fool's errand.
It's one of the most common vehicles in Georgia.
And even if we got lucky
and found the one LaPorte stole,
a high-speed pursuit only puts Faith in danger.
And you have a better idea?
The pharmacist confirmed that LaPorte stole insulin.
He plans on keeping Faith alive, at least for now.
The best way to catch this guy
is by getting one step ahead of him.
Well, how do you plan on doing that?
Well, learning about him, not the crime.
If I wanted to drive in circles, I'd rent a go-kart.
(radio chatter)
♪♪
So this is his mom's place, huh?
Yeah, for the last six years.
Now we just wait and hope the prick comes home.
I didn't know Andrew Hollis well.
You guys were close?
Yeah, he was in my class at the Academy.
Great guy, frickin' genius.
Probably would have made Captain.
And then he hired LaPorte.
Gave an ex-con a chance, and look what happened.
Can't trust anybody.
I can't believe he got Mitchell.
Will must be losing his mind.
Oh, Mr. Spock?
Yeah, I bet if Mitchell dies,
it'll probably ruin his whole afternoon.
Knock it off.
♪♪
That's him.
No way. Where?
ANGIE: No, uh --
Never mind.
It was somebody else.
What's going on with you?
I'm fine.
♪♪
SAM: Go.
Okay, I'm not taking another step
until you tell me where we're going.
In there, in my friend Glen's house.
No. No.
-Help! Help! Help! -Stop. Stop! Listen to me!
I'm innocent! Ow!
He says to the woman he just kidnapped
in front of the truck he stole.
I swear, I did not kill Andrew Hollis.
The night of the crime, I was in there with my friend, Glen.
He can prove it, and then you can just clear my name.
You have to see the irony in threatening to kill me
unless I convince people you're not a killer, right?
Well, I don't have any other options.
Now, move.
Glen?
Buddy?
(Johnny Kemp's "Just Got Paid" plays on stereo)
Oh, God.
He's in here!
Sam, call an ambulance!
MAN: It's on its way.
Thank God.
He's still got a pulse.
Suspect's armed.
He's upstairs.
(screams)
I found your gun.
This is Officer Grillo.
I'm at 64 Hawthorne Street.
I got one dead on arrival -- Glen Donato.
Shooter is GBI Agent Faith Mitchell.
-DISPATCH: Copy that. -What are you doing?
It's you. You did this to me.
Sam LaPorte's been located.
He and Mitchell are working together.
I need backup. Now!
I need backup!
(grunts)
♪ Shake it up, shake it up ♪
♪♪
♪ I just got paid ♪
♪♪
♪ I'm feelin', I'm feelin' nice ♪
-♪ Just got paid, Friday night ♪ -Did you kill him?
DISPATCH: Backup is on their way.
-Proceed with caution. -(sirens wailing in distance)
Faith Mitchell and Sam LaPorte are armed and dangerous.
-Okay, we need to go now. -No, no.
We need to stay and explain.
Faith! They're going to shoot us. We gotta go.
-Come on. -♪ I'm gettin' down ♪
♪ Just got paid, just got paid ♪
TATE: This is Officer Grillo. I'm at 64 Hawthorne Street.
I got one dead on arrival -- Glen Donato.
Shooter is GBI Agent Faith Mitchell.
That's it?
That doesn't prove anything.
Ballistics matched the casings to Mitchell's handgun.
And her coat was found at the scene of the crime.
That's hard evidence.
Faith's never pulled the trigger on the job before.
There were scuff marks from Faith's shoes
in the trunk of the sedan.
-She was kidnapped. -She's your partner.
I should pull you from the case based on your bias alone.
Oh, assign someone worse. Be my guest.
Director Armstrong, this isn't
the Faith Mitchell any of us know.
The two have history.
She arrested LaPorte for burglary seven years ago.
And it pisses me off that I had to hear that from someone else.
I need LaPorte and Mitchell in custody A.S.A.P.
And if the two of you aren't up to it,
I'll find someone who is.
-We need a plan. -Shut up.
I need to think.
I need to get a message to my partner.
-Can we call him? -With what phone?
I may have killed an innocent,
highly-decorated police officer.
You're a convicted murderer.
Even if I could call Will, APD has already tapped his phone.
They've already tapped everybody's phone.
MAN ON RADIO: We got a manhunt!
Earlier today, Sam LaPorte,
convicted of killing Officer Andrew Hollis,
escaped from APD custody
with the help of GBI Agent Faith Mitchell.
Devious!
They were last seen driving a black F-150.
Do with that what you will, snitches.
Okay, you did not kill Andrew Hollis.
-I know. -He kept Glen from testifying
and killed him after you escaped.
-I know. -You were framed.
Yeah, I said that a few times, too.
We need to find a place to lay low.
We're gonna get through this Together.
Okay. Well, you do know what they say.
There are two I's in "fugitive."
Yeah, there's also an F and a U.
All right, we're just south of some cabins I know about.
They should be empty this time of year.
Where are you going?
To get a lottery ticket.
The bathroom. I'll be quick.
Okay, can you uncuff me first, please?
(door closes)
(handcuffs clatter)
-(sighs) -(bell jingles)
(glove compartment opens)
Be right back, okay?
(child imitating video game sounds)
♪♪
(bell jingles)
Hey, there.
I know, I know. I look a mess.
I'm having a bad day.
Hey, what do you do when you have bad days?
Eat candy.
Yeah, well, when I have bad days,
I like to look at pictures of puppies.
You know, my friend has a really cute dog.
You wanna see?
♪♪
Hey, Nico. It's Faith.
Tell Will that I'm safe and I did not kill anyone
and I left my gun at the courthouse.
WOMAN: Hey!
Start the truck, start the truck.
WOMAN: You okay?
What were you doing with my son?
(engine starts)
WOMAN: I'm gonna call the police!
DON: Thank you, Patrick.
Nine months is a big deal.
Keep it up, brother.
Would anyone else like to share?
ANGIE: I would, please.
DON: The floor is yours.
(Angie sighs)
Uh, hi, I'm Angie.
I'm an alcoholic, a drug addict,
and a Sagittarius.
-(laughter) -ALL: Hi, Angie.
I am 81 days sober, and...
today's a rough one.
I saw someone today that I hoped I would never see again,
and now I feel powerless and, uh,
I feel exactly like I did the last time I saw him
when I was 15.
Uh, my colleague is...
(sighs)
She's been kidnapped,
and I'm supposed to be out there looking for her,
and all I can think of is...
(sniffles)
Oh, man.
It was so much more fun telling y'all
about when I got kicked out of the aquarium.
(laughter)
(sighs)
That man I saw today
was supposed to protect me
because I was a kid.
But he always said he'd rather treat me as a woman instead.
And I just wish I could forget that scumbag existed,
but he's back.
(cellphone vibrates)
Oh, my partner's calling me non-stop,
and I feel like I'm getting pulled in a million directions.
But the fact that I'm here right now means, uh,
in this moment, at least...
I'm in control.
(radio chatter)
♪♪
(exhales forcefully)
Faith Mitchell.
I can't believe it.
I guess she and LaPorte had a thing.
Glen was dead when you arrived?
Who tried to stop the bleeding?
(chuckling) What?
The pillow. That bloodstain pattern.
TATE: He must've rolled onto it.
Who the hell let you in here, anyway?
My partner's still missing, and the door was open.
Your partner tried to kill me.
WILL: Why didn't she?
TATE: What's that supposed to mean?
She killed Glen, right?
You arrived on the scene.
Why didn't she kill you, too?
-Enough. -Look, where's Angie?
She had an appointment.
What's more important than this?
Look, I'm not keeping tabs on your girlfriend for you,
Trent, all right? I got this.
What happened to your neck, Tate?
Oh, this?
Faith strangled me.
With what?
Those look like ligature marks.
You know, this homicide case is APD.
GBI was just asked to help assist in the manhunt.
You're out of your jurisdiction, Trent.
Again.
I'll walk you out.
♪♪
Glen's car cost more than everything in his house.
Wonder how he afforded that.
You should look into the VIN.
Oh, I don't need you to tell me how to do my job.
Are you sure?
Because that crime scene's busted. It's staged.
And either you're bad at your job, or you're in on it, too.
In on what?
It's not your case, Trent, so let it go!
My partner's being framed for murder! I can't let it go!
Then don't let it go -- someplace else.
Look, I can't explain those bullet casings,
but if Faith really shot Glen,
why didn't she use the same gun on Tate, too?
Think about it. His neck.
Those are ligature marks.
Faith had handcuffs on.
(scoffs) That's a lot of leaps, Trent.
I'm going back inside.
That bloody pillow says everything.
Thanks for the input.
(radio chatter)
♪♪
-(cellphone rings) -Yeah.
NICO: Faith used someone's phone
to send Betty a message on the 'gram.
Smart.
NICO: She says she's safe and she didn't kill anyone,
and she left her gun at the courthouse.
Does that make sense to you?
Yes.
-Yes, it does. -(cellphone beeps)
♪♪
(sighs) We're here. See?
-Now, that wasn't so bad. -Okay, let me down.
(sighs)
How about a thank you for carrying you through the woods?
Oh, how about thank you for saving your life?
You know what?
You might not be a murderer, but you are an idiot.
-(handcuffs click) -And you're my prisoner.
I mean, girl, those socks are wild.
Oh, you think it's funny
that I lost my shoes and my favorite coat
while being held hostage at gunpoint?
Most comedians have a tight five,
but you -- you got a tight 25 to life.
-FAITH: Sam, sit. -That was a good one.
You really don't remember me, huh?
Okay, May 11, 2016.
I was at a Best Buy...
unlawfully.
Come on. You arrested me.
-Maybe. -No, I'm telling you.
How many times have you been arrested?
Cool. Whatever that number is,
there have been weeks where I did triple.
Well, you were kind. I never forgot it.
Yeah, well, the next time you wanna say thanks,
just (sighs) send flowers.
-(chuckles) -(sighs)
Hey, what do you know about that fridge?
-Nothing. -Good answer.
Follow me.
What's left of my favorite outfit is ruined,
so I'm gonna take a shower.
And when I get back, I want you to tell me
everything there is to know about this fridge.
-Seriously? -Mm.
(groans) This is so messed up.
FAITH: Yep.
Thanks for saving my life.
FAITH: Thanks for ruining mine!
(door closes)
♪♪
I need all the security footage from the courthouse.
Well, where the hell is it?
I'll call you back.
I had a BPA expert check the pillow.
Transfer stains.
Faith must have held it against Glen's chest
to stop the bleeding.
You were right.
♪♪
I set a meeting with Andrew Hollis' widow
at my house.
You coming?
Yeah.
WILL: Please, come in.
No, no.
-This was a mistake. -Mrs. Hollis.
-Maia. -Don't you dare.
Like we're old friends.
Mrs. Hollis.
Maia, we have questions about Andrew's murder.
Where were you when I found my husband's body?
When that maniac...
(exhales forcefully)
Do you have any whiskey?
I'm afraid this is a dry house.
That's just great.
(whimpers)
(sighs)
Do you think Sam LaPorte killed your husband?
Andrew liked him.
Wanted to give an ex-con doing right a leg up.
Why didn't you testify?
My testimony was not needed.
Tate was the tragic hero in search for justice.
No one cared about me.
-That's not true. -Oh, please.
You dropped off a casserole and disappeared.
Tate ran the investigation.
I asked how you were doing constantly,
and he said you didn't want to see any of us.
Officer Grillo was keeping you isolated.
He controlled the narrative.
I couldn't talk to anyone without him by my side.
Snooped around my house all hours of the night.
I swear he had my phone tapped.
Do you have any idea what Tate was looking for?
I can't. I'm sorry.
WILL: Look, I understand that you're scared.
All right, but what you know
might help save someone else's life.
My husband was an honest cop.
He knew Tate wasn't.
He suspected he was stealing evidence.
He knew Internal Affairs wouldn't listen without proof.
So he started to put together a file.
Do you know where that file is?
I looked everywhere.
I never found it.
Was there anything else going on
around the time of Andrew's murder?
(sighs)
Andrew planted a bunch of bamboo,
and I didn't like it.
So he finally agreed to change the backyard.
Two weeks into the job, he was murdered.
Would it be possible for me to take a look around your house?
I moved after he passed.
Too many memories.
Andrew was right about Tate.
But he's not just a bad cop. He's a sociopath.
(insects chirping)
Sam?
Sam!
What the hell are you doing?
Sam LaPorte, you are a fugitive from the law.
Put your hands up or I will shoot.
One more move and your head will be next.
Wow, that was a good shot.
-Put your face on the floor! -Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
Go!
What happened to there being two I's in fugitive?
My fate relies on your partner checking his doggy DMs.
And while I'd love to put my faith in law enforcement,
I think that ship has sailed.
Look, we need to move.
All right, I got some friends in North Carolina.
They -- They can get us some passports.
Just get a grip, man.
Will needs time to do his job,
and you're my prisoner -- my responsibility.
And we're gonna live through this.
-You just tried to shoot me. -And whose fault is that?
As of right now, assigning blame is a little complicated.
(sighs)
We only had two bullets left, dummy.
(sighs)
♪♪
Hey, uh, any update on Mitchell?
(sighs) Nothing solid.
What's going on? Where have you been?
Um, can you do me a favor?
Can you verify that that's the current address
for Lenny Broussard?
Run it yourself.
Please?
I can't have my name on it.
ORMEWOOD: What'd this Lenny guy do to you?
I was in his foster care for a little --
It wasn't great.
Must've paroled and no one told me.
(keyboard clacking)
SAM: But last night, I was with my friend Glen.
(tape fast-forwards)
Okay, look.
We got into an argument when I tried
to replace some bamboo with some rose bushes,
but listen, I -- I get it.
I mean, it's his money, his house.
Jeremy. What are you doing here?
Police brought me in for questioning.
-Do you really think that -- -No, I don't.
Well, what if something's wrong --
Jeremy, listen to me. We're gonna get her back.
I told you to wait in my office.
And the pizza's here.
(sighs)
Any ideas?
Yeah.
But I think it's best to keep you out of it.
(sighs) Yeah.
(sighs)
How quickly can you find a shovel?
(dog barking in distance)
ORMEWOOD: These flashlights are real subtle.
What the hell are we doing here?
WILL: Well, Sam says he and Andrew got into an argument
about removing bamboo.
Maybe Andrew didn't want him touching it
because that's where he was hiding the file on Tate.
ORMEWOOD: Under the bamboo? Seriously?
(Will sighs)
ORMEWOOD: Sounds like a job for the GBI's Panda Unit.
WILL: It's the only lead we have, all right?
You got a better idea?
(clattering)
Nobody's home.
ORMEWOOD: Now you tell me?
You need a boost?
WILL: Could you move your arm?
Not a team sports guy, huh?
♪♪
WILL: Well...
If you're wrong about this, we're gonna look pretty stupid.
(Will grunts)
♪♪
Uh, there's a suspect for you in holding.
My suspect, right.
Thanks, Lau.
LENNY: I was told that I was being brought in
for disorderly conduct.
I don't understand.
(door closes)
Lenny.
Angie.
You're so grown up.
-How -- -Not your type anymore, huh?
Hold on, please.
Angie, I'm sorry.
I am so...
incredibly sorry.
You're sorry for raping me when I was 15?
Or for getting me pregnant?
Or for all the other girls, 'cause I can't be the only one.
All of it.
I'm sorry for everything.
What I did to you, to myself.
Awful.
I wish I could take it back.
Listen, I --
Prison changed me.
I have been clean for 12 years,
and I wanted to make amends.
And so I have a -- a letter that I wrote and rewrote,
but now you're here, and I still don't know what to say,
except for I'm sorry for what I did.
And all I can do is promise you
that I am not that man anymore.
♪♪
It's great to see you...
helping people for a living.
I can't do this.
ANGIE: I don't know what I was thinking.
♪♪
(insects chirping)
ORMEWOOD: Here's what I don't get --
You blow your nose with that thing, right?
Then you just keep it in your pocket all day?
Yeah, Angie won't answer me, either.
It's a serious question.
You know, I don't know how you do it, Ormewood, honestly.
All those deep thoughts just swirling around your head.
-(Will grunts) -(shovel clanks)
That's either a septic tank or a miracle.
♪♪
WILL: Yeah.
Oh. (chuckles)
Under the bamboo.
DIANE: Lenny, what did they want?
LENNY: I don't know.
It was just a big misunderstanding.
(chuckles)
♪♪
Your mother worries too much.
Isn't that right, Crystal?
♪♪
You know, it's surprisingly easy to pick these locks.
You just need a paperclip, a little bit of patience.
I guess that works, too.
Well, Andrew was nothing if not thorough.
He had records of every evidence seizure.
What they found and then what they brought in.
And we're talking guns, drugs, and money.
Yeah, Andrew took these photos
a few weeks before he was murdered.
(cellphone rings)
(sighs)
-(celllphone beeps) -Trent.
APD got a tip from a sheriff in Pickens.
A lady said two people tried to steal her phone
at a gas station.
AMANDA: Profiles match Faith and LaPorte.
What's in Pickens?
A few years ago, there was a string of burglaries
at a resort community.
AMANDA: MO matches LaPorte's. He might be headed back.
We've gotta get there before someone takes a shot at Faith.
WILL: We just found proof that Tate was keeping evidence,
stealing it.
Hollis knew.
We got enough to re-open the case.
-(elevator bell dings) -I want that on my desk now.
I'll follow up on the evidence.
This is Detective Ormewood.
What's he doing there with you?
I'm on the right side of this, ma'am.
I hope so. Get it done.
Will, I'm on my way.
I got this. Go get your partner.
Thank you.
Don't make it weird.
I don't know how not to.
(Ormewood grunts)
♪ Think of the future ♪
♪ Forget about the past ♪
(chuckles) You gotta peel the paper off first.
Oh, my gosh. You're horrible at this.
Okay, well, you're a criminal.
Your knife skills are criminal.
Put some tomatoes in it.
♪ Our love will last ♪
♪ Every day ♪
Okay. Salt and pepper.
No, actually, um, there's some...pine nuts in the fridge.
Bottom left shelf.
You told me to get to learn the fridge.
I listened.
♪♪
SAM: You know, people always talk about murder and arson,
but you wanna know the most heinous crime of them all is?
The price of pine nuts.
Dump 'em.
Yep, there goes somebody's college tuition, right there.
(scoffs)
Where did you learn how to cook?
My mom.
-Your mom. -SAM: Mm-hmm.
What's she like?
Oh, she never missed a single day of my trial.
And, you know, it didn't look good from the jump,
but she kept showing up.
All right, let me taste.
♪♪
Mmm.
Not bad.
Needs some pepper.
(chuckles)
-Your mom... -SAM: Yeah?
-She sounds great. -Yeah, she is.
You know, she lent me the money to help me start my business.
-Your landscaping business. -Mm-hmm.
Okay, so did you have, like, employees?
-Yeah, I, uh, had employees. -Mm.
Um, Glen was one of them.
I am so sorry.
-FAITH: He was your friend. -Yeah.
(sighs) Everything happened so fast today.
I just didn't have time to think.
Yeah.
Look, I made a lot of mistakes,
and, you know, I turned things around
and then, you know, this happened.
My life is over.
No. Not yet.
We're gonna make things right.
♪ I promise, darling ♪
(vehicle approaches)
Get down.
Shh.
♪♪
TATE: Faith Mitchell! I know you're in there!
You hand Sam over, we can work something out.
Or I can just start lobbing grenades in the living room.
I'm going out there.
-No, no, no. Don't. -FAITH: I have to.
Hey.
♪♪
Thank you...
for everything.
♪♪
You stay here.
You're my responsibility, and I will protect you.
♪♪
Tate!
I'm only gonna ask you this once.
Get back in the car --
♪♪
Backup's on the way, Mitchell.
It's all over.
You and your mom are leaving quite the legacy.
♪♪
-SAM: Aaaah! -Sam!
(Faith breathing slowly)
♪♪
(Sam groans)
♪♪
(siren wailing)
SAM: Hey.
♪♪
Drop your weapon!
Get your hands over your head!
Don't shoot!
My name is Faith Mitchell, and I'm a GBI agent.
(radio chatter)
Where is she?
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Hey, wait right there. Not so fast.
Special Agent Mitchell is under arrest for shooting a cop.
Three hours ago, Detective Ormewood and the GBI
seized stolen cash and several weapons,
including the gun used to murder Officer Hollis.
And what does that have to do with the fact
that she murdered a cop?
It was found in a storage unit rented by Tate Grillo.
Special Agent Mitchell was defending herself
against a criminal, and she's coming home with me.
(sighs)
I'm sorry.
You did the right thing, Faith.
You did.
♪♪
This is how you decide to tell me Betty has a puppygram?
(chuckles lightly, sniffles)
♪♪
(engine starts)
♪♪
(door alarm buzzes)
They're overturning your conviction.
It's official -- you did not murder Andrew Hollis.
-H-- -Will did.
He found the weapon that Tate used to kill Andrew.
So, does that mean I get to go home?
You still escaped from custody,
assaulted an officer at the courtroom,
kidnapped me, uh,
stole two vehicles, and broke into a cabin.
(chuckles) Yeah, don't forget about your diabetes medication.
Yeah, I'll put in a good word with the DA.
Take care of yourself, Sam.
It's okay if I call you when I get out?
♪ It's okay in the day, I'm staying busy ♪
Hey.
WILL: Hey.
♪ Tied up enough ♪
♪ So I don't have to wonder ♪
ANGIE: Is Faith okay?
Yeah. She'll be all right.
Um...
I didn't hear from you at all yesterday.
(sighs)
♪ ...a 180 ♪
♪ I'll stay up, clean the house ♪
♪ At least I'm not drinking ♪
What's this?
It's non-alcoholic.
Is there a problem?
Did something happen?
God, you have no idea.
♪ ...that everyone gets ♪
Why are you trying to pick a fight?
♪ Just disappears ♪
What's going on, huh?
Are you not gonna look at me?
WILL: Come on.
We've been doing so good, Angie.
You can tell me.
WILL: Whatever it is.
♪ ...by the bed ♪
♪ Pour myself over him ♪
I-It's...
(inhales deeply)
It was nothing.
ANGIE: Just...a tough day.
I'm just really glad that Faith is okay.
You did great work.
♪ And I wake up alone ♪
♪♪