Previously on Will Trent...
Are you okay?
I called Jeremy a few times. He's not picking up.
This bag's going to a friend of the label.
It needs to get there tonight.
- Trent. - I really need your help.
I'm getting arrested.
This kid was transporting a duffel bag full of meth.
This young man is my confidential informant.
This stays between us.
Just us.
Agent Trent.
Agent Trent?
Your sidearm.
Were you topped off?
I know you're familiar with the Miranda waiver,
but you should read this over carefully before signing.
Or I could go over it with you.
It's just so you have a full understanding of your rights.
Okay, okay. Uh...
You'll have 24 hours to provide a statement for this criminal investigation.
You're required to answer all questions truthfully.
Failing to comply could lead to disciplinary action...
...termination, criminal and/or civil charges.
Do you hear that?
Special Agent, do you understand your rights?
I do.
When you think you're ready,
I'm sure your lawyer will wanna have time to prepare your statement.
Um...
I don't need a lawyer.
Listen, I've gotten four calls about this already.
The mayor's office, the chief,
they want this buttoned up fast.
But you do have rights. So use your rep.
Hey, you could go to jail.
Get a lawyer.
What a nightmare. - Oh, God.
Stop!
- Paco, stop! - What are we even doing?
- Paco, what are we really doing? - Paco!
I'll go around!
Paco, stop! You're making it worse.
Move!
Show me your hands.
- Lemme see your hands! - I didn't do nothing!
On your stomach. Hands behind your back.
All this for a little routine warrant, huh, Paco?
Was it worth it? You just added obstruction and attempted murder
on those charges.
Help!
Don't move.
- What is it? - We were just here playing video games,
- then he got shot. - What?
It hurts.
No. No. No, no, no, no, no.
- Hey. - Is he gonna be okay?
Let me see. Let me see.
You're gonna be okay.
Oh, God...
Oh, my God.
- We need EMS now. - What happened?
I shot him.
What I need you to do is slow down. Each of you.
- Prioritize exactly what needs to be done. - Yes, ma'am.
I have a team preparing the press release so we can get in front of this early.
Good. Nothing comes out of this office unless I sign off on it.
- You hear? - Yes.
Thank you. Next?
City hall requested hourly updates and some background on the agent.
Does he have a history of complaints?
Agent Trent's record is unimpeachable.
Heller said you don't want an attorney.
Will, you are in it.
Right now, you're just underwater. Believe me.
I know.
You're not thinking of yourself.
You need someone who'll do that.
Just leaving.
Will, if she's offering help, take it.
I'm taking some personal days to formally recuse myself from this case.
I'm here in an unofficial nonwork capacity as your adviser, as a friend.
That's not necessary.
Oh, it absolutely is.
When's the last time you had a drink?
- Uh... I don't drink. - How many hours did you sleep
the night before the incident?
I-I...
- Financial issues? - I don't know. What is--
Problems with ex-girlfriends? Stressed at work?
- I wasn't compromised. - That's irrelevant.
It doesn't matter what happened.
What matters is what appears to have happened.
You are going to have to account for the last 24 hours.
Your emotions, your actions. Were you tired? On edge?
Odessa Shaw is taking point on this investigation.
- You know her? - No.
She's the lead investigator on all officer-involved shootings.
She is sharp, meticulous.
And if she catches a whiff of inconsistency in your story,
she will send you to prison.
Where do we start?
At the beginning.
Twenty-four hours ago.
Talk me through what you were doing, hour by hour.
Who you were with, what you were feeling.
I was teaching you how to cook.
You were not doing very well.
Yeah, I'm a real disappointment to my mom.
You finished burning the rice, and we headed over to Faith's and Ormewood's.
Baby, names, titles, times.
Right.
We went over to Agent Mitchell and Detective Ormewood's residence for dinner.
Hurry up, Trent. We only have 40 seconds.
- You're rushing me. - No, no talking.
Okay, okay, okay. I see three... three... What are those, cats?
Is it... Is it ménage à trois? Ménage à trois!
- Category's music. - Oh, I know what this is.
- No. You two are not allowed to talk. - Is it a trio?
Is it, uh... Oh, it's, uh, Wilson Phillips?
- What? - Oh, oh, okay, TLC?
No, no, no, no.
Okay. What are those, flies?
Are they dead? Dead dogs?
What... D-Dead...
- Yeah? Dead dogs? - What?
- You are so close. - Three dead dogs.
- Three dead dogs! - Oh, time!
Everybody knows it but you, Ormewood! Three dead dogs? I love it.
Three Dog Night.
- Oh, stars. Okay, I get it now. - Yeah. I want pie. Anybody want some?
- No. - Yes, I will come help you.
- Mitchell, you want another beer? - Yeah, sure.
I don't have to drive because I have to live here.
You get to live here. - Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.
Mmm. Mmm. Will, your phone's...
Why is Jeremy calling you?
You gonna pick it up? My son's calling you.
Hey, Jeremy, what's up?
Jeremy, it is your mother.
Why are you calling Will when you haven't answered my calls?
You wanna explain that to me? What the hell is going on?
Will? Will.
You were telling me about that night.
You and Faith were having an argument.
That was private.
Will, you don't have any privacy.
Do you know what's going on right now? Preliminary interviews.
If Faith says something in her statement that doesn't line up...
You guys had an argument.
Tell me what happened.
I need a break.
- Will-- - I just need a minute.
How dare you! That is my son! Who the hell do you think you are?
He was going to go to prison.
He had a duffel bag full of meth. That's 20 years.
I saw a way to help him. It was the only option, and I did it.
So you make him your CI, to go poking around
so he can get killed by Rafael's guys?
That was not your call to make, Will.
Hey, is everything all right out here?
Yeah. Everything's all right.
We should go.
- Faith-- - I'm about to give my statement.
And we are going to keep my son out of this report.
- I can't lie in there. - Why? You've been lying to me for weeks.
- I'm sorry. - Too late.
These statements get leaked all the time. Names, home addresses.
You know exactly what happens to a CI when they get made.
What happened today...
You keep my son's name out of that report.
Okay, so we were talking about the argument you and Faith had.
There was no argument.
You two didn't fight?
- No. - The fight I walked in on?
There was no fight.
- Will-- - There was no fight!
Okay? It didn't happen.
Can we please move on?
Sure, we can move on.
Let the record show that present for the interview
are Special Agent Faith Mitchell and her union representative...
Captain Dennis Heller, ID badge number 37250.
The witness has been advised of her constitutional rights
against self-incrimination
and is willing to speak with investigators
at this time.
Do you agree that any statement will be answered fully
and to the best of your recollection?
I do. I'm sorry, just one moment.
I need to eat something while we're doing this.
That's right, you're diabetic.
- Did you have breakfast this morning? - Yes.
What did you have?
Are these really the questions we're asking right now?
My job is to assess whether you were fully alert,
in control,
and took every available precaution before you or Agent Trent
drew your weapon in a crowded building during peak hours.
Would you like a reminder
as to the consequences of what happened this morning?
I had a bowl of oatmeal with fruit.
I took my insulin as needed.
It did not affect what happened this morning.
You fainted on the job because of low blood sugar last month.
My mother was missing. I was focused on her return.
It was one day. This was not that.
So you have a history of letting your emotion get in the way of your judgment.
Changing course. Let's talk about today.
Let's begin with: why were you at the suspect's home?
We received a request from Alabama State Police
to locate and interview Francisco Ortiz.
- Is this standard? - We do it periodically for other agencies.
And you did it without backup.
The suspect's record only showed a minor drug charge
and a missed probation hearing.
We do it all the time.
- It was supposed to be routine. - Well, clearly it wasn't.
Let's move on.
How did Special Agent Trent seem this morning?
- He was fine. - Nothing out of the ordinary?
Any personal problems? Bad commute to work?
- How was his blood sugar? - Okay, let's take it easy.
It was an ordinary day.
You're sure?
It was a completely normal morning.
Hate these pool cars.
Look, let's just serve the warrant, go in there--
I'm putting in for a new partner.
- What? - You heard me.
I'm done with this.
- So everything was routine? - Yes.
Walk me through next steps.
GBI!
- Francisco Ortiz? - GBI?
You ain't GBI. Let me see your badge.
Damn, that's cool.
Paco's my cousin, but he don't live here no more.
Why don't you show me your ID while we wait for him?
Hey!
Paco!
I'll go around!
Let's pause there. Why did you separate?
I was trying to cover the back.
- It was your idea to separate? - Yes.
I'm sure you're aware, the bureau advises agents to stay together
during the apprehension of suspects.
Bureau policy allows for deviations in certain situations.
The tenants in those apartment buildings know them inside and out.
They know where to run, where to hide, access points.
In my estimation, there was a very good chance that he was gonna run out the back.
You still deviated from protocol.
Protocol is a guideline.
When you're actually on the street, you have to make a split-second judgment,
and that is what I did.
- Move! - Hey!
Damn it!
- Two shots? - Yes, an exchange of gunfire.
Uh-uh. That's conjecture. You didn't see it.
- I heard it. - You heard two shots.
Agent Trent discharged his weapon twice.
- Will said he returned fire. - Did you ever see Mr. Ortiz's weapon?
We saw him when we were chasing--
But you said you were behind Agent Trent.
"I was behind Agent Trent when the suspect fled and we pursued on foot."
Agent Mitchell, did you ever actually see a gun?
No. I never saw a gun.
But if Will Trent says there was a gun, then there was a gun.
So he drew his weapon and then fired?
Yes.
And then you fired twice?
Yes.
So, three shots total?
- Yes. - You're sure?
Think back to the hallway when he pulled.
Please, just close your eyes. Take a second.
He drew his weapon, and he fired.
Was there anyone else there?
Show me your hands.
There was a woman.
A woman? Who? What was she wearing?
A red scarf.
She had on a red scarf.
She slammed the door.
- The woman did? - Yeah, when...
Ortiz shot at me.
Did he shoot at you or did she slam the door?
The door slammed first.
'Cause a door slam sounds like a gunshot.
The door slammed first.
Yeah, but you know, when your adrenaline is going,
and you are already running, and it is a fast...
- and it was a-a-a fast-paced situation-- - Just wait, okay?
Wait, I just... I know what happened.
I-I've got it. I just... I just need a second, okay? I just...
Things happened so fast.
It is your job to be sure.
Don't tell me it's my job to be sure.
Okay? You don't think I know that?
You don't think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life
thinking about this day over and over again,
wondering if there was something...
anything I could have done differently?
Wait. Why... Why are you pressing me on this?
Marion, did they, um...
Did they find a-a gun at the scene?
What?
Uh, we just need a minute, please.
You don't have a minute. It's time.
She's ready for you.
Digital Forensics Unit is looking through all of the video, media.
If that gun exists, we will find it.
Surveillance, witnesses, anything that shows a suspect holding a gun.
Will has no defense without it.
I know, Amanda. We'll find it.
- How's he doing? - He just went in.
It'll be a few hours. Just keep me posted.
I will.
We got a terabyte of video, but everyone turned their phones on after the fact,
so I don't know how helpful that's gonna be.
- Any eyewitnesses? - No one saw a thing.
- Of course. - We did a canvass of the whole building,
the alleyways, the apartments.
We found the two shell casings from Will's gun, but guess what?
- No gun? - No gun. No extra casings.
Hmm.
- Excuse me. - Yeah.
Who lives in this apartment?
Uh, yeah. That's Galarza.
Yeah, she's in my report. Won't talk. Won't let us in.
So you just shrugged your shoulders and moved on?
- Hmm. - Nice. We'll take it from here.
Hi, I'm with the AP--
- See what I mean? - Sorry, what was your name again?
- Randolph. - Right. Do me a favor, Randolph.
Go to the taco truck down the block and pick us up two carne asada taco platters.
That'd be great. Thank you.
- Why are you still here? - Go.
What's that thing?
It's a doorbell for the deaf and hard of hearing.
- What? Go away. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Can we please ask a few questions?
- Can I help you? - Hi.
Yeah, I'm Detective Polaski. This is Detective Ormewood.
- We didn't see anything. - What's your name?
Lily. Lily Galarza. Mom's name is Ruth.
Okay, we'd really love to just ask you guys a few questions,
and if you didn't see anything, we'll get out of your hair.
Um...
Okay. So, um...
Well, good. She's got something to say.
She wants him to leave.
When my brother died, the cop who came to take the statement looked like you,
and he ended up messing up a bunch of stuff.
Sure. I'll, uh... I'll be downstairs checking the footage in the van.
Okay.
So sorry for your loss.
Um, I really just need to know if she saw anything.
Anything at all. Any small detail might be really helpful.
No. Okay.
- Did you see anything? - No. I came home after it happened.
- Okay. - She won't say anything more.
My mom can be stubborn as hell.
Sure she's just looking out for you.
- What did he mess up? - Hmm?
The cop that looked like my partner. He messed something up?
They misplaced my brother's body at the morgue after he OD'd.
We delayed the funeral two days because of it.
And they lost all of his belongings.
"Administration error," they said.
Oh, geez, I am so sorry.
- What was his name? - Oscar.
Oscar Galarza.
How do you sign "I'm sorry"?
I'm sorry.
Okay. Thank you. I'll show myself out.
- You bring the change? - No, I used my own money.
- Detective. - Hey.
- I got you your tacos. - Oh.
They had a salsa bar. I didn't know which one you'd like,
- so I got you both one of each. - Absolutely not.
This is an $8 million system
that can process over six terabytes of video per minute.
I don't want anything wet near this thing.
Okay, got it. Geez.
I'm turning around on you, Randolph.
Uh, hey, listen, I need a favor.
Run down to the APD property annex
and see if you can find anything under the name Oscar Galarza.
- Okay. - Okay. Hurry, please.
- You got it. - Thank you.
How about you guys? Find anything?
Mostly junk, but the salsa police over here, she found something.
Here. Pull up that footage--
- What happened? - I shot him.
Oh, Will.
It's okay. You're gonna be okay.
Wait, stop. What is that?
- It's kind of hard to make out. - I mean, it's something.
Keep playing.
So someone's picking up something and moving it.
- Could be the gun. - It could be, right?
Nobody's dumb enough to stash that in their own place,
- but what's down at the end of the hall? - It's the, uh, laundry room.
Don't eat that.
All right.
- You get the ones up top? 'Kay. - Yeah, I got these.
Nothing in 'em. There's nowhere to hide anything in here.
Wait.
Well, well, well. What do we have here?
Oh.
Okay.
Oh.
Your turn.
Damn it. It's a new shirt.
Well, I'll get it dry-cleaned.
Okay. All right.
All right. Yeah.
- You got this. - Yep. Okay.
Oh, man. Oh, boy, this is tight. Okay.
- Hey, Ange? - Yeah?
Don't tell anybody this, okay, but I'm a little claustrophobic.
- Okay. - Okay. So hold my feet.
- Want me to grab your feet? - I'm the one in the damn hole, okay?
- Grab them, okay? Just help ground me. - All right. I got you.
No, harder. Like, for real for real hold 'em.
- All right. Got you. - Okay.
It's really tight in here. I'm a big guy.
- You are so brave. - Yeah.
Big brave guy. Brave boy.
All right. Okay. Okay, I got it.
- Pull me out. Pull me out. Okay. - What?
Okay. I got it.
I got it. Okay. Okay.
Okay.
- Oh. Nice. - Oh, wow.
Got a little candy store going on here.
- Yeah. Oh. - We got oxy, Molly...
- What is this? What is this? - Ooh. It's...
- Gun. - Is it the gun?
God, I hope so.
Let's get it to the lab. If we're lucky, there's prints.
- Oh, finally. - Thank you.
Okay.
Damn it.
No fingerprints, no DNA profile.
Nothing tying this gun to Ortiz.
Someone wiped his gun down for prints. It's his gun. It has to be.
Sometimes cops make mistakes. Will thought he saw a gun.
- Doesn't mean there was one. - No, I'm not giving up.
Okay, Agent, let me make sure I understand correctly.
You assert the suspect had a gun
even though no other witnesses can back you up.
The suspect emphatically states he didn't have a gun,
and your own partner cannot confirm the gun.
A gun was found at the scene,
but there is no forensic evidence connecting it to the suspect.
So the only person who maintains that Mr. Ortiz had a gun
is you.
- Is that right? - Yes.
Do you have anything else to add?
I told you exactly what I remember.
Then that brings me to our last question.
Can you explain the decision to not wait for the ambulance?
Shots fired. Shots fired. We need EMS 10-18.
We have two GSWs, one critical, located in La Palma Village.
- Over. - Uh, copy. EMS en route.
Be advised we're looking at 20 minutes.
- It hot... - I know.
They're not getting to this neighborhood in under 40 minutes.
You know that, right?
Faith, we cannot wait that long.
I'll go get the car.
- Move. - Come on.
Come on.
You're gonna be okay.
Damn it!
- What is it? - An accident.
- Can you back up? - Where?
The hospital's just up the road. I'll bring back a gurney and a doctor.
Hurry.
Why didn't you wait for an ambulance?
Because I know that neighborhood.
That area is not a priority for emergency services.
Even if law enforcement calls?
The tenants knew it. We knew it.
If I had waited 20 minutes, he would have died.
He did die.
She wants to give you something.
I just wanted to make sure you got it back.
The doorbell came with an optional camera.
It was recording this morning.
We have to live here.
We just wanted to stay out of it.
Thank you.
New evidence has come in.
The APD recovered an SD card
with footage of the entire event.
Mr. Ortiz did draw a weapon on you, although he never fired.
Moments later,
an individual came and picked up Mr. Ortiz's weapon
and removed it from the scene.
What are you doing?
I have all I need.
What do you mean? No, we're not done.
We are, actually.
I'll write this up and turn it in for review with the DA's office.
I doubt they'll press charges or take it to a grand jury.
It'll take some time for the paperwork to clear.
It'll be determined that your actions were justified.
You're free to go.
You don't wanna hear how he died?
"It was determined that he died from a gunshot wound to the thoracic aorta
caused by the ricochet of the bullet that struck Mr. Ortiz.
Given the bullet's trajectory, decisions made would not have impacted
the inevitable death of the victim."
You don't wanna hear what happened in the... in the car?
Those details are not necessary for this investigation.
Those details you will have to live with.
You're cleared.
You'll be on desk duty until you complete your mandatory counseling.
Agent Trent.
I made sure the bureau issued you a replacement gun
until yours comes back from the crime lab.
I'm glad the findings went your way.
I know it's tough.
But you are going to be okay.
Trust me.
This is good news.
It was a clean shoot.
I killed a 14-year-old boy today, Marion.
That's not what I meant. I'm sorry.
It was an accident, Will.
What can I do? What do you need?
There's no such thing as a clean shoot.
♪ We've already said ♪
♪ Goodbye ♪
♪ And since you gotta go ♪
♪ Oh, you had better go now ♪
♪ Go now, go now ♪
♪ Go now ♪
♪ Before you see me cry ♪
♪ And I don't want you To tell me ♪
♪ Just what You intend to do now ♪
♪ 'Cause how many times Do I have to tell you ♪
♪ Darling, darling Darling, darling, darling ♪
♪ I'm still in love ♪
♪ Still in love With you now...♪
Hey. Hey, it's gonna be okay, all right?
Doctors are coming. They're coming.
You're gonna be just fine. They're on their way.
What's your name?
Marco.
Marco, that's good.
I'm Will.
Hey, um, how old are you?
I'm 14.
Yeah. That's good. That's good. You're doing great.
You're doing great, buddy.
You play ball, huh?
Baseball?
Can you call my mom?
She's gonna be so mad I skipped school.
It's okay.
She just wants you to be safe.
Am I gonna be okay?
Yeah. You're gonna be just fine.
I want my mom.
Hey, look at me.
Hey.
Hey, Marco.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I need you to stay with me. Marco, please.
No. Come on, no.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
Faith? Help!
Someone!