[Will] Previously on Will Trent...
We actually want to know about this new job of yours.
It’s at this really cool recording studio in Midtown,
and I’m working with major artists.
I’m telling you, Mom, I’m gonna make you proud.
If you must know, yes, I’m taking over the Grove Park Boys’ business.
There’s very little you can do, Rafael, that either I don’t already know
or I’m not gonna figure out.
Are you really gonna move in with Ormewood?
I am here to evaluate the questionable idea
of temporarily moving in with your partner.
Let me take you on a proper date,
when I’m not covered in grime and can use both my hands.
Isn’t that in, like, six weeks?
Well, maybe not that long.
[New Milli] Man, you already know who it is.
It’s your boy, New Milli and I’m here with my folks, H. Beltline.
- Ya heard. - Hey, that’s "Hood Beltline"
to the uninitiated, ya dig?
Bridging the gap between the real ATL and you gentrified clowns.
♪ Number one MC never vengeful ♪
♪ Atypical, draw the line No stencil ♪
♪ Hey, living on the edge I like it suspenseful ♪
♪ Never go to either extreme I keep it simple ♪
♪ Ay, they counterfeit Lyrically, I’m heaven sent ♪
♪ They need a doctor and My voice is like the medicine ♪
♪ Big bags, I’m electric I don’t need gas ♪
♪ On the road to riches like I don’t need no brake pads ♪
♪ Yeah, talking to my brother, like "Can’t you see the sacrifice?"♪
♪ You see how we roll See the blues I guess we paid the price ♪
♪ Overstepped their notice ♪
♪ My chain look like... When it rains It’s never pouring ♪
♪ People good vibin’ There’s never any shortage ♪
♪ Yeah, I’m way ahead of it ♪
♪ I found a way to center stage Like the president ♪
♪ I’m here to stay I’m a permanent resident ♪
♪ You know we working hard ♪
♪ Watch us run the game Like some oligarchs ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
ATL’s Most Wanted! Two minutes to show.
Let’s get you up to the stage, gentlemen.
♪ Gonna start a revolution ♪
♪ Get your money on What you doing?♪
♪ Man make the money Money never make the man ♪
♪ If it ain’t about money Then I do not give a damn ♪
♪ I know that y’all wish You could do it like that ♪
♪ That, that, that... ♪
Hey! Get that knucklehead out of here!
The elevator to stage is out.
Copy that. Follow me.
Hey, yo! Hey, we on in a minute. Where we going, man?
To the stairs.
- Get that light out of my face. - Hey.
- Move aside, son. - Watch who you’re talking to, bruh.
- Oh, no! - Hey, hey. No. Hey!
[grunting]
Security! I need more security!
Security, now!
[choking]
[gasping]
[breathing heavily, grunting]
Oh, my God.
Hey! Call an ambulance!
Oh, I appreciate you skipping the music fest to help me move.
[grunts] Uh, your second move in a month, by the way.
And I still don’t know why you’re moving here.
What do you mean?
[Michael] I expect first and last month’s rent as soon as you’re settled.
There’ll be an additional fee for a background check. [panting]
Can’t be too careful these days.
- That’s-That's what I mean. - Okay. He’s kidding.
And post-divorce life is expensive.
Ormewood needs some passive income, and I just need a place to stay
until I can find something more permanent.
So it’s a win-win.
You’re happy... [sighs] ...I’m happy.
Thank you.
Hey, you wanna hear something?
Sure.
[♪ song playing]
[beat drops]
Okay.
I like it.
- Who is it? - It’s me.
My boy made this?
- Yeah. - [Faith chuckles]
You know the sound engineer I’ve been working for?
- Uh-huh. - He gives me some studio time after hours
- because I’m a genius at getting his coffee. - [Faith chuckles]
Metro Boomin, Rick Rubin or Madlib?
Who you taking?
Madlib all day. [chuckles]
Kid’s gonna be all right.
Wait. You’re a hip-hop head, Ormewood?
There’s a lot you don't know about me, Mitchell. But you will learn.
Okay, so what are you gonna do with this new song of yours?
There’s a producer coming in to the studio today for a session,
and he said he would listen to what I got.
And if he likes what he hears, he’ll buy the track.
Look at you.
- Working hard. - Mm-hmm.
- Following your dreams. - [chuckles]
Yeah.
- [clears throat] - You, uh...
You want me to grab another box, don’t you?
- Pick a heavy one. - Yeah. [sighs]
- [phone chimes] - Oh.
[Jeremy] Oh, my God.
Mom, they... they just killed H. Beltline.
- H. who? - You remember ATL’s Most Wanted, right?
It just happened at the music fest.
I know you used to have their posters on your wall,
with all the guns and drugs on it.
- But they weren’t about that anymore. - Mm-hmm.
They were giving back. They had a positive message.
You’d actually like them now.
This is crazy.
Well, guess what.
You’re on the case?
[♪ rap plays]
[shutter clicking]
[Marty] It was a random altercation with a tragic outcome.
We had checkpoints, and everyone down here needed an all-access pass.
But there are all types of characters on those guest lists.
[stutter] I put the sheet on the decedent myself.
I know how these things go. You’re in good hands.
And when you’re ready for my official statement, I have it prepared.
Now, the, uh, visual conditions were suboptimal.
I wasn’t able to ascertain the assailant.
But that’s where we were intercepted.
And H. Beltline was compromised to a permanent end.
Sir, did you actually serve?
In the military? No.
- Then stop talking like that. - Copy that.
[sighs] Excuse me.
Special Agent Will Trent, GBI.
Were you escorting them to the stage?
Yeah. It was so dark and crowded because the elevator was out.
We tried to push past a group of people, but they just kept pushing and shoving.
There’s a lot of machismo in the hip-hop world.
You again?
Can you find out why the elevator wasn’t working?
No cameras.
Marty, right?
This was not a random altercation. These two were ambushed.
No, man. [chuckles] I was there.
I work a lot of concerts. Tempers flare.
Hey, you break your hand punching one of those guys?
And yet, no one stabbed you, huh?
That was nice of them.
Anyone tamper with the crime scene before I arrived, Marty?
Because our murder weapon is gone.
We don’t even know what the murder weapon was. No one saw it.
They were stabbed with the neck of a broken rosé bottle.
Shards of glass all over the ground.
So, whoever did this took the murder weapon with them when they fled.
Hey, um...
Facility says that the elevator wasn’t broken after all.
Someone turned off the breaker.
Which caused you to redirect ATL’s Most Wanted
to an overcrowded dark hallway.
Your radios use an open channel,
and I imagine you announced it when you were walking them to the stage.
We need better OPSEC.
Yes, you do.
[Will] GBI. New Milli?
I’m very sorry to hear about your partner.
We had ten years together, man. And they were blessed.
Can you think of anyone or any reason why someone would wanna attack you?
No.
I mean, yeah, we had enemies way back when we was doing dirt,
but we ain’t been on that for a minute.
Belt started living that minimalist lifestyle.
He didn’t deserve no rosé bottle to the neck, man.
I understand he was involved in real estate development?
Yeah. I mean, he was all big on bringing buildings back to life
in the neighborhood we came from.
Somebody come after him for that?
I’m gonna find out.
Where you been?
I had to make a pit stop at digital forensics.
Check this out.
♪ Hey there They call me the angel maker I sent them boys...♪
That’s our murder weapon.
What is this? And who is this?
Some unknown rapper named Slo Blizzy.
He’s live streaming using a VPN, so we can’t trace his location.
Your old favorite rapper just got got by your new favorite rapper.
How stupid is he?
He’s confessing and bragging about killing H. Beltline.
[Slo Blizzy] Yo, breaking news.
Your boy just got offered a record deal
from Off the Ropes Records!
Yo, y’all, that's what’s up.
I got a record deal, y’all. [laughs]
Let’s go to Off the Ropes Records and congratulate them on their newest signing.
[officers laugh]
[officer] You seen this?
[Angie] Okay, knock it off. Stop making them feel weird.
Swingers are people too.
Hey, Polaski. I’ve got the preliminary report.
- Yeah? - Cause of death was cardiac arrest
brought on by asphyxiation due to strangulation.
[Angie] Mm-hmm.
Right. Anything else jump out?
Well, she was pretty experienced at this.
At the strangulation, I mean.
At least she died doing what she loved.
[Angie] Yeah. How could you tell?
Pete, focus.
Uh, she had overdeveloped throat muscles.
Built-up scar tissue, indicating repetitive trauma.
And the injury itself, I’m not saying it was mild per se,
but it wasn’t extreme either.
Windpipe was intact.
So, maybe she was participating in a consensual activity,
got an unexpected result?
- You think one of them is the doer? - Gonna find out.
This party had a lot of doers. [sighs]
Come on, it was right there.
Both of you need to grow up.
Huh. A gym-studio hybrid called Off the Ropes Records.
Very cute. I see what y’all did.
Who’s in charge here?
Excuse me. I just met you and you wanna speak to my manager?
[♪ Jeremy’s track plays over speaker]
- Hey. Can I go in there? - Lady, you’ve got a gun.
You could do what you want.
Tell whoever runs this place GBI is here to speak with them.
♪ Counting up cash is a habit ♪
♪ Money out the hat Like it’s magic ♪
♪ Shorty throw it back It’s elastic, uh ♪
♪ Bad bitches stay on shuffle ♪
♪ Packing that heat Like a muscle ♪
♪ Back in these streets No muzzle ♪
♪ Fly overseas, no customs, uh ♪
♪ Fly through the league No jump up ♪
♪ Fly a two-seater No trunk on it ♪
♪ Bet your baby mama Got a crush on me ♪
♪ Met your baby mama Put a crush on it ♪
♪ Times don’t change Hold up, hold up ♪
♪ Timepiece playing Golden, golden ♪
♪ Time’s been frank Like 300 times ♪
♪ Six figure sticks Didn’t reach my prime ♪
♪ Ay... ♪
[chuckling] Yeah.
I like that, kid.
That’s dope. I could use that.
Hey, uh... This is a closed session.
- Mom? - Jeremy, hi.
Hi. I’m not stalking you. I’m just here on business.
[sighs]
This is private property. Now get out of my studio.
Rafael, this is your record label?
This is your boss?
[scoffs] Now, this is funny.
Let me guess.
You’re here about Slo Blizzy.
- Let’s talk in your office. - Uh-uh.
I prefer to have my sensitive conversations out here in the open.
Did you really give a record contract to a killer?
Slo Blizzy and Off the Ropes. Got everyone talking.
I need anything you have on Slo Breezy.
His real name, whatever else is on his contract,
and I wanna know how you paid him.
Without a warrant, you get nothing.
I need to fill you in on Rafael Wexford.
I know who Rafael is, Mom.
And you’re still working here?
This label is for real.
He keeps his businesses separate.
You know, every dollar you make off of Snow Biscuit becomes state property
when I charge you with accessory to murder after the fact.
Y’all clearly don't get the music business.
Everybody from Phil Spector to Gucci Mane got bodies on them, bro.
Now, you’ve either been hit in the head too many times,
or you don’t actually think he did this.
Wait. I can’t hear you. Why don’t you get up in here with me?
- I thought you’d never ask. - [bell clangs]
You gonna hit back or keep taking this beating?
You’re doing too much, Rafael. You’re gonna get yourself hurt.
Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing.
[Rafael grunting]
Yeah, I know exactly what you’re doing too.
Keep telegraphing that right.
Let me ask you,
was Slo Bunny’s little live stream worth bringing the GBI to your doorstep?
The music industry is like pro wrestling.
Everyone’s got an angle.
[panting] But you go get your warrant.
We’ll see who's right.
Do you wanna know why criminals run record labels? To launder money.
I’m not giving up this job, Mom.
There are other record labels in this city.
You want me to start over, huh?
Become someone’s intern again?
These guys, they see something in me.
[Will panting] No plans. No strategy.
Just leaving yourself wide open.
[Will] I’m taking you down. Because you’re in way over your head.
Just like when we were kids.
Do you really wanna bring up what happened when we were kids, Special Agent Trent?
You ain’t got nothing on me!
And you never will. [panting]
[Faith] This is what I get for supporting your college dropout plan.
- You think of me as a dropout? - Listen to me.
You are putting yourself in danger.
Mom, that is my choice.
I want your support so bad. [breathing shakily]
But I don’t need it.
You need to watch how you conduct business around here, Mr. Wexford.
Why? Because your boy works here?
I’m sorry, worked here.
Show business is tough, kid. You out.
Wait, but I just sold a song to your producer.
Oh, that’s dope.
’Cause naturally, you see,
being that you made those beats on my equipment, in my studio,
it belonged to me already anyway.
But luckily I’m a sweetheart.
So...
Here you go.
And I better not hear my track popping up anywhere else.
The victim was nonresponsive when you found her?
Lilith? Yeah.
She’d been in the room a while, and Albert asked me to check on her.
Mmm. Albert was Lilith’s boyfriend. Why didn’t he check on her himself?
Albert’s relationship with Lilith wouldn’t allow him to do it.
- You just said they were a couple. - Yes.
He was Lilith’s sub.
As in submissive.
He had to do whatever she said.
Uh, we got to the party,
and Lilith went upstairs to find a partner.
And I stayed downstairs.
Like she told me.
Was that your typical arrangement?
Well... [sighs] ...she has very specific needs.
Uh, hard for me to do.
The choking?
Well, she wanted to push it as far as she could.
Sometimes that’s easier with someone that you don’t know.
I facilitate this group, and it’s my job to keep it safe.
We don’t just let people in off the street.
There’s background checks, people send me a photo ID, a bio.
- Oh, it’s like Eyes Wide Shut. - No.
It’s just a house party.
Food, drinks, good music,
and for those who so choose, play rooms.
Play rooms for choking?
There’s also vanilla partner swapping.
- Voyeurism. - All right.
We need your files on everyone who was at that party.
So, after Lilith finished with her partner,
what would normally happen next?
We go home and we have sex.
And, um...
We wake up happy.
And we go back to our lives.
DNA is not gonna help us on this one.
She was touchy-feely with half of the people on this list.
Hey, we didn’t talk to Clint Lewis, did we?
The sign-in says he was at the party.
No. He must’ve split before APD got there.
Huh. I can’t find one Clint Lewis in the Atlanta metropolitan area.
This guy used a fake ID to join the group.
Let’s find him and get him in here.
What do you know about the hit on ATL’s Most Wanted?
You’re paying for him to hear this too.
[sighs]
So, that hit wasn’t us.
Big shock. I thought those guys cleaned up.
- What’d they used to do? - They were dealing.
We used to have this customer, Frankie Sanchez,
who’d buy everything in bulk.
New Milli and H. Beltline would move Frankie’s product
before they decided to turn over a new leaf or whatever.
So does Frankie buy drugs from Rafael Wexford now?
Rafael’s taking over the business, so it stands to reason.
Is Off The Ropes Records a money laundering front?
They dropped a couple of decent tracks, but, yeah, of course it is.
I need you to get us proof.
That’s out of my purview, man.
Look, I don’t have any business being there.
So if I start snooping around, it’s a bad look.
Where can I find Frankie Sanchez?
And where can I get more gift cards?
♪ Okay ♪
♪ Yeah, yo, look ♪
♪ Man, what’s your ETA? ♪
♪ Dead on arrival Overcooked the steak Can’t deflate ♪
♪ Ballin’ on these haters How I seal they fate ♪
♪ Talkin’ like the best Like you the...♪
[Faith] What’s going on?
Rap battle between Slo Blizzy and New Milli. It’s making my head hurt.
[Will] Is this happening now?
No, it was recorded a few hours ago.
Slo Blizzy’s gone off the grid.
The biggest moment in Slo Blizzy’s career and he’s gone AWOL?
Yeah, I don’t like it. Doesn’t add up.
Hey, you know what? I’ve been in that room before.
It used to be a fancy restaurant.
[Amanda] This place was fancy?
- How long ago was that? - It was called "De" something.
It’s on the wall.
I just can’t make it out. [stammers]
Desus’s Family Restaurant.
Closed down five years ago.
Slo Blizzy must be squatting there.
I got the location.
All right.
♪ I’m moving in for the kill So you better quit yapping ♪
So, how long till the cast comes off?
- Does it interfere with-- - Masturbation?
- Yes. - Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. - That’s...
I was gonna say work.
But that was the question behind the question.
- So, thank you. - Mm-hmm.
- [phone rings] - Oh.
It’s my mom. Oh, she heard me say masturbation.
I’ll call her back.
Not that I don’t have a nice relationship with my mom.
She’s calling because my parents are having this big party
for their 50th anniversary in Nantucket.
- Wow. - Mm-hmm.
That is wholesome.
[clicks tongue]
What about you?
Are your parents still together?
Uh...
No. Excuse me.
Um, could I have a slice of the apple pie to go, please?
- Apple? That’s wholesome. - There you go.
You know, my mom makes a great apple pie.
She puts pecans in it.
Does it sound like I’m obsessed with my mom?
I think it’s just because I’m feeling a little self-conscious here
because I’m the one that’s doing all the talking.
So, tell me, please. Tell me about you.
Uh...
What does your mom put in her apple pie?
Oh, my God. I’m dying here. Help me out, please.
My mom wasn’t really the cooking type.
But, uh, she taught me a lot about independence.
[stammers] You know, I’m sure she made something at some point.
I’m just-- I'm blanking on a...
signature dish.
Okay, I’ll tell you what.
I’m gonna go to the bathroom.
But when I come back, you’re gonna tell me something about yourself.
And it’s gonna be great.
It is.
Don’t forget to wash your hand.
Okay.
[♪ "Shine a Light" playing]
♪ You know where to find me ♪
♪ Please bring me back ♪
♪ Shine a light On this road of night ♪
♪ Shine a light down on me One more time ♪
Ah.
♪ Shine a light On this road of night ♪
♪ Shine a light down on me One more time ♪
♪ And show me the way, yeah ♪
Event staff.
That puts him at the scene of the crime.
His neck was slit.
Same location as H. Beltline. Retaliation?
Or there’s a killer out there who did both of these.
[phone ringing]
[Faith] Mitchell.
Okay, thank you.
Faith, I think the killer got into Slo Blizzy’s phone.
- We need to get it to forensics. - I got that address for Frankie Sanchez.
Well, I bet he knows something about this.
Hey, any word on our mystery swinger?
Keir was very cooperative.
We’ve got a real driver's license number, and as soon as we confirm ID via photo,
- uniforms are gonna bring him in. - Sounds good.
Mm-hmm.
What are you doing here?
Uh, you left your pie at the restaurant.
I figured you left because of a work emergency.
Why don’t you take some pie to your wife?
Ang, I’m gonna be at my desk looking for a pencil.
- My wife? - Yeah.
I saw the ring on your key chain and the photo in your wallet.
So why don’t you go pretend to be a nice guy to her?
[Seth stammers] Whoa.
Back up for a second. Is there some place we can go and talk?
Here is fine.
Hey, Ormewood, can I borrow a pencil?
Okay. Angie, I would love nothing more than to take some pie to my wife,
but I can’t
because she’s dead.
She’s dead? [stammers]
What happened? When did it happen?
Wow.
You’re the first person not to lead with "I’m so sorry, Seth."
I am sorry. Really.
Uh...
You should’ve told me.
Well, it’s not usually the first thing, or even the third thing
I say to someone that I’ve just met.
Why did you go through my wallet?
- I saw the ring. - Mm-hmm.
This is exactly why I’m afraid to start dating.
And instead of talking to me like a normal person,
you went through my wallet,
assumed the worst, and then ran away.
- Now that tracks. - Mm-hmm. Very on brand.
Yo, can you guys go find someone to protect and serve, please? Jesus.
You could’ve told me.
Okay.
Let’s just... Let's hit pause on this thing, okay?
There’s your pie.
What? You okay?
I called Jeremy a few times. [sighs] He’s not picking up.
Well, he might need some space.
He’s never looked at me like that before.
He thinks I ruined his life.
They’re done processing Frankie Sanchez. He’s waiting for us.
What’d they find in his house? Did we get enough to make him talk?
Apparently.
Oh, good Lord.
Two revolvers, four sniper rifles, five shotguns, eight Glocks,
ten assault rifles.
Are you gearing up for some kind of war?
I don’t gotta talk to GBI.
The zombie apocalypse is already here.
[scoffs]
Tell me you’ve heard of Zatypota wasps
or phytoplasma bacteria.
Oh, he’s serious.
Very serious. Did you kill H. Beltline?
Why? ’Cause his bars are trash?
Because he stopped moving drugs for you.
I don’t sell drugs.
They’re bad for the children.
Say nope to dope.
We just found you holding over 500 pounds of meth.
That plus the guns, you’re going away for life.
Cooperate with our questions
and we’ll see you don’t serve time with people who want you dead.
Shoot.
Well, I mean, uh...
me and New Milli are still pretty close.
I gave him a loan not too long ago.
He’s a little behind on paying it back.
With music money?
Sure.
Tom Doberczack.
You know, I understand using a fake name for swinging, Tom, but "Clint Lewis"?
Seriously? A little porny.
You know, these parties are so secretive
that when you take that extra little layer of precaution,
it really just makes it look like you’ve got something to hide.
- A murder maybe? - I’m not even gonna dignify
this interrogation with a call to my lawyer.
- You guys have nothing on me. - You fled the scene.
I see you’re a CFO at Collymore Financial, Tom.
How about I just reach out to some of your coworkers?
Okay. Yes, I used a fake name.
And, yes, as soon as I heard screaming about some sort of accident,
I left, and quickly.
But that’s only because my employer wouldn’t take kindly to my proclivities.
Why don’t you share a little bit more about those proclivities?
- Get specific. - [sighs]
I like to watch other people, but that’s all I do.
Which is why I can say without equivocation
that I had nothing to do with that woman’s death.
- I didn’t touch her. - All right.
You didn’t touch her.
Did you watch her?
- Did you see her with anyone else? - Um...
She was, uh...
She was in one of the rooms with the hanging sheets.
- Hanging sheets? - It’s for voyeurs to watch
without being seen.
I saw her with a man.
He had both his hands around her throat.
He choked her.
He choked her so hard and so violent.
I couldn’t watch anymore, so I left.
- And you didn’t tell anybody? - She looked like she was enjoying it.
All right. So, could you pick this guy out?
Who you saw choking her?
[sighs]
You said you stayed downstairs, Albert. You said it wasn’t you.
Lilith found me.
She said that no one was doing it hard enough.
[sighs]
She asked me to go upstairs.
And she told me to do it harder,
and I did.
Not too hard. I’m not...
I would never do it too hard.
And then she stopped breathing.
No! No.
No.
She smiled.
I loosened my hands, she smiled. She was thankful.
She loved me.
And then she stopped breathing.
You have to believe me. I was doing what she asked.
I don’t know what happened. I would never...
I didn’t mean to kill her.
I didn’t mean it.
My son grew up listening to your music.
- Appreciate that. - I didn’t like the violent lyrics,
the way you talked about women, but he’d say,
"It’s just the music, Mom. They aren’t really like that."
He’s gonna be so disappointed.
- Man, what you going on about? - You killed H. Beltline.
[scoffs]
You set up the ambush.
[Will] You knew it had to look like a random confrontation.
So using the bottle as a weapon? That was good.
I wouldn’t have been able to do what you did next.
[screams]
[choking]
Y’all got the wrong guy.
I mean, Slo Blizzy been bragging about this everywhere.
[stammers] He confessed.
We found him.
Dead. And you killed him too.
What I wanna know is why’d you do it?
Did he see what you did before he grabbed the bottle and ran?
Or were you afraid that he was gonna tell the truth once we tracked him down?
GBI really tryna pin this on me, huh?
Keep trying. I had 23,000 followers watching me live
while that fool was off getting hisself killed.
We know you used a third-party software
to pass off a recorded performance as live.
This is Slo Blizzy’s phone.
We recovered it at the scene.
Now I’m sure you're saying, "Who cares?
I deleted all the messages between myself and Slo Blizzy right after I killed him."
Bad news.
He took screenshots and saved them to post later.
And when you reached out to him to negotiate a truce,
he shared his location right away.
Milli, we got you dead to rights for the murder of Slo Blizzy.
And we’re gonna get enough to get you for H. Beltline too.
[stutters] Beltline was a good man.
My brother! Uh...
[stutters] I didn’t wanna do it,
but he was holding me back!
Holding you back from what?
Paying your debt to Frankie Sanchez?
I never thought we should switch up our brand.
[New Milli] Why mess up a good thing?
Ain’t no money in conscious rap unless you’re Cole or Kendrick.
We was losing fans and money! [breathing heavily]
I had to get from up under the dude.
It’s not like he's a cold-blooded killer. He’s a sub.
He wouldn’t enjoy dominating in a way that doesn’t sexually satisfy him.
Okay. So, we go for manslaughter.
Either he killed her because he wanted to,
or he killed her because she wanted him to.
Same result: he killed her. Why are you fighting this?
Because it doesn’t make sense! Okay?
I asked Pete to look for underlying conditions
to see if anything contributed to her cardiac arrest.
Just give me the day.
Sounds great.
Whatever you need.
[sighs]
So how is it going, Ang?
- Great. - Mmm.
I ruined a potential relationship with all my baggage.
Other than that, it’s apple freaking pie.
So, sober daddy doesn’t know about your baggage?
No.
His parents have been married 50 years.
They vacation in Nantucket.
What do you think he’d do if he found out my mom sold me for a pack of smokes?
So you’re afraid that he’s gonna reduce your life down to its worst moments,
so you’ve reduced his to its best moments.
- That’s a neat trick. - Wow. You really get me.
Come on. His wife died.
He’s been sober for 24 years. Give him a chance.
I’m sure deep down inside, he’s an asshole just like you.
- You really think so? - Mm-hmm.
Now come on. Go apologize, dum-dum.
He cute.
He cute-cute.
♪ Lately I’ve been feeling Like the man ♪
♪ 150 grand I just put it on some land ♪
♪ Hotties diamond shining on me You might get a tan ♪
[♪ song continues]
- Mr. Wexford? - [song stops]
Don’t even fix your mouth to ask if you can--
Please, let me stay.
Will Trent popping around is annoying enough,
but now I gotta deal with your mama too?
- I don’t think so. - I need this, okay?
I’ve done everything that I need to do.
Look, you know that I’ve got the talent!
My mom has nothing to do with me.
Please. I’ll do anything.
[sighs] Aight, I’m gonna head to Buckhead now.
Hold up.
Jeremy’s gonna deliver the bag.
Bet.
- Can I go home then? - [clicks tongue]
Wait, what?
This bag’s going to a friend of the label. It needs to get there tonight.
I’m here to make music that can make you money.
Look, I don’t care what’s in there, but I can’t get involved.
You know what’s in here?
Trust.
I’m giving you trust.
You make good on the delivery, then I know you really down.
This is the only way.
[breathing heavily]
You sure?
I know what I want.
If anything happens, if for any reason this bag don’t make it to Buckhead,
that’s the end for you, Jeremy.
[breathing heavily]
[phone ringing]
- [sighs] - [ringing continues]
[♪ Jeremy’s track plays]
[Faith] Hey, it’s me.
I know you’re still mad at me
and it’ll be a while before you even wanna talk...
but I just wanted to say that I am always proud of you, Jeremy.
No matter what you do.
You are gonna do so many amazing things in this life,
things that I could never dream of doing.
But no matter what path you take or who you choose to be in this world,
I will always be your mom.
And I’ll always love you.
[Will sighs]
Good work today, partner.
- I’m going home. - Yeah, me too. [sighs]
Well, to Ormewood’s home. [chuckles]
I’m gonna make some tea and watch some reality television.
I swear that’s all they watch in that house.
You’re a great mom, Mitchell.
Jeremy’s lucky to have you.
Look, diagnosing a patient isn’t as simple as matching a few symptoms
with a disease, right?
We’re not playing charades here.
Always start with the patient, right? As long as you know...
Angie.
Hi, uh...
Is there some place we can talk?
Here’s fine.
[chuckles]
Nice callback. Okay.
- I have a work question. - A work question?
Sure. This is Detective Polaski, by the way.
Hi.
So, I have a victim who died of asphyxiation during a sex act
at a swingers club.
I don’t think you need to write that down.
What’s the question?
There’s a history of consensual strangulation
but no definitive evidence that strangulation was the cause of death.
So the question is, could something else have caused the asphyxiation?
- Anyone care to answer? - [doctors stammer]
An underlying condition such as asthma,
an allergic reaction resulting in anaphylactic shock,
an acute drug overdose--
Thank you. I think we’ll pause there.
So here’s the thing.
My vic had no known allergies, no underlying condition.
- The toxicology report was unremarkable. - Mmm.
Who wants to explain the fine print of toxicology reports?
Let’s let somebody else. Please.
Toxicology reports don’t account for newer or less common drugs.
So we could’ve missed something in her system?
Exactly. Your vic was at a party, right?
We’ve seen an uptick of recreational use of a few opioid alternatives lately.
Uh, they give a similar high.
People assume that they’re safe. They're not. I’ll get you a list.
You can have your coroner request additional testing.
That’d be great.
- Thank you, everybody. - [Seth] Mm-hmm.
Happy to help.
Is that all?
- No. - Oh.
No. Obviously, I wanted to come see you to tell you...
[sighs]
I was raised in the foster care system.
So I never really had a lot of people in my life.
I just got out of a 24-year on-again-off-again toxic relationship
that ended with him arresting me.
If you don’t stop writing, I’ll haul all of you in.
She doesn’t mean that.
Come with me, please.
Okay. It’s not like I haven’t entertained others.
But those were just carnal.
Until this.
Well, I’m hoping this will be a little carnal.
- Yeah. - Yeah. I, um... [stammers]
I should not have gone through your wallet, and I shouldn’t have run.
And if I have a question next time,
if there is a next time, I will just ask you.
Mm-hmm. Thank you.
Wait. You wanna kiss me after that?
Yeah, that was a good apology.
You took responsibility. You were vulnerable, you opened up.
It was great. I’m a little turned on right now.
- Okay. - Yeah.
- Let’s kiss. - Yeah.
- Has anyone died in here? - A hundred percent. Yeah, it’s a hospital.
There’s like a hundred ghosts in here waiting for you to kiss me.
- Great. I’m nervous now. - You’re right. Let's forget it.
- Let’s forget-- - Forget the whole thing.
[phone ringing]
- Trent. - [Jeremy] Uh, yeah, I’m...
I’m getting arrested.
I convinced them to let me call you because you’re GBI.
Wait, what? You okay?
- Hang on. Let me get your mom. - No, no...[stammers]
Look, I can’t let her see me like this, man.
[breathing shakily] Please, Will. I really need your help.
Where are you?
What’s happening?
We know Lilith had some drinks at the party, right?
- Do you know if she had anything else? - No.
I mean, uh...
I know sometimes she would try things.
You know, just party drugs, nothing hardcore.
Well, we tested her blood for something called gamma hydroxybutyrate.
GHB.
It lowers inhibitions, increases sex drive and it causes euphoria.
It was found in her system.
What? I don’t understand. What are you saying?
GHB combined with alcohol can cause respiratory arrest.
It’s not a common reaction, but it can happen.
And that’s what happened to Lilith.
- But I didn’t-- - Albert, look.
We know you didn’t kill her, okay?
It was just... It was just a terrible accident.
You’re free to go.
[police radio chatter]
Good evening. Special Agent Will Trent of the GBI--
[officer] Hey. Get back in your car. This is a narcotics case.
I don’t care if he has rich parents or if he’s friends with the governor.
Whoa, whoa, All right, calm down. Talk to me. What’s going on?
This kid was transporting a duffle bag full of meth.
- Why’d he get pulled over? - He was driving too slow.
He what?
You always stop people for driving slow in this neighborhood?
Hey, look. Don’t start all that. He was just doing his job.
And thank God that he did because I’m taking him in.
Hey, where you going?
Will. Thank you. Thank you so much for coming, man.
A duffle bag of meth?
- What the hell did you do? - Look, I was making a delivery.
I didn’t know there was anything in the bag, okay?
A delivery for who? Huh?
Did Rafael Wexford make you do this?
Look, I made a mistake, Will.
[stammers] I made a mistake and it won’t happen again.
What you did is called drug trafficking. It’s a felony!
Twenty years in prison, maybe more, since you’re a party to organized crime.
You just ruined your damn life.
This is gonna kill your mother, you know that?
Do we have to tell her?
That’s the least of your problems.
There’s a narcotics officer out there who thinks he’s gonna win the war on drugs
if he brings you in.
I can’t go to prison, Will.
Gotta be something you can do, man. Anything. Please, man. [sobs]
[sighs]
There are no good choices here. You understand that, right?
But I do have one idea. One.
He’s leaving with me.
I appreciate you playing ball.
Yeah, okay.
But tell me why so I know what to put on that ethics complaint
that I’ll file against you.
This young man is my confidential informant.
Now, the longer you hold him, the more you compromise my investigation.
You don’t wanna do that.
This delivery needs to happen, all right?
I’m still filing that report, Special Agent Trent.
Oh, I understand.
But if you mention his name, we got a problem.
Okay, so what do we do now?
You deliver the drugs like nothing ever happened.
- Okay. And then what? - You keep your eyes and your ears open.
Off the Ropes Records is just a front for Rafael and the Piedmont Kings,
but now you are helping the DA’s office build their RICO case to take him down.
- I don’t wanna be a snitch. - Maybe you should’ve thought of that
before you put yourself in this position.
I don’t know what you expected when you called me, but I’m not breaking the law.
I’m sorry, Jeremy.
It’s either this or prison.
Okay.
I’m in.
This stays between us.
Just us.