Will Trent

Previously on Will Trent...

Guys, your mom hasn't been feeling like herself lately,

so she went somewhere to focus on feeling better.

This message is for Antonio Miranda.

I'm the son of your sister, Lucy.

I know I've made mistakes.

- I own that. - We all own it now, don't we?

All of us. Everyone who knows what you did.

Antonio. Hi. I'm actually in Atlanta.

Oh, that'd be great.

Yeah, me too.

Just relax, Betty, okay?

There's nothing to be nervous about.

Hey, why are you so twitchy?

Let's calm down, all right? Um...

Don't get your hopes up.

He's probably an alcoholic or plays in a cover band.

Might not even show up.

- It's okay. - Will?

- Antonio. - Yes. Uncle Antonio.

I feel like I'm underdressed.

Oh. Oh, no, no. Don't.

Um, I always look like this.

It's kind of like my uniform.

You have a uniform.

What do I have?

I have a, uh, dog. This is Portia.

Hi, Portia.

Uh, this is Betty. Betty María White Trent.

Um, this is the best taco truck in the city.

I know the menu like the back of my hand.

And the shrimp tacos are an excellent choice.

I'm sorry. You...

You look just like your mother.

Could I?

Hey. You a Braves guy? I'm a big fan.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I go to lots of games.

Yeah? Me too. Where do you like to sit?

Have you been to that new beer garden they put in?

I never been to a game. I don't know why I said that.

Oh, well, that's okay.

This menu's huge.

Carne Asada Burrito. $16.

$16 burrito? Does it come with gold flakes inside?

This is ridiculous, I know.

But I'm dyslexic.

- And it's the quickest way for me to... - You're dyslexic? Me too.

No way.

Yes. Ask me which way left is.

I don't know unless I'm wearing my watch.

I hate all vowels.

Oh, the letters E and I? What a couple of jerks.

Just figure out who goes first.

And don't get me started on consonants.

I'm gonna die before I ever spell "cigarettes" correctly.

Man, you must have so many questions.

Lucy was two years older than me.

I worshipped her. Seriously, coolest girl I ever knew.

What music did she like?

Oh, God, it was the '80s.

Yazz, Elvis Costello. She took me to see R.E.M.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

After I got out of foster care, I got caught shoplifting.

The captain of the precinct, Amanda Wagner,

she recognized my name.

Turns out she was the one who found me when I was a baby.

Tell me about Angie.

How much time do we have?

I'm really not good at all.

I mean, you... you're gonna laugh at me.

I will not. I'm a professor.

Just try. It's how you get better.

O... Okay. Um...

I mean...

I've only been Puerto Rican for six months.

You need to slow down.

I would love that.

She's got big-dog energy.

Yeah. Don't tell her.

She's a Chihuahua. She thinks she's a pit bull.

I want you to know that when I found out Lucy died,

it broke my heart.

Why, um, didn't you...

This is work.

Thank you for meeting me. This was nice.

Hey, you been to Coqui Perdido?

I'm there most evenings. Good people.

Come on by sometimes. It would be nice to keep talking.

Okay. Good night.

Good night, Will.

Good night, Betty.

Come on.

Trent.

Good. You're here. I need you to move fast and stay

ahead of the press on this one.

- Who's the vic? - Deirdre Ringgold.

Why's that name familiar?

She's a judge.

Extremely conservative, extremely divisive.

She's got fans. She's got enemies.

Political assassination?

That's what I need you to tell me.

Hey, you.

Don't they have any other homicide detectives at the APD?

Yeah. But they're not any fun.

Hey, check out this lady. Shot in the neck.

Ooh.

Wound like that, she wouldn't have lasted long.

- Ten minutes, if that. - Yeah.

Hey, how did your first date with Uncle Tony go?

Hey... Would you please keep your voice down?

I don't need everybody here knowing my business.

Come on. There's nobody here but you, me and the judge.

I've already sworn her to secrecy.

- Guess what? - What?

Antonio's dyslexic too.

Come on. Really? That's adorable.

You two should start an audiobook club.

- Wanna tell me about the case? - Sure.

All right. Is, uh... Is this the vic's car?

Yep. She was shot elsewhere.

Put in the back seat, driven here and abandoned.

- Hey, when do I get to meet him? - Would you just stop?

Come on. Your life is not a... It's not a silverware drawer.

- Things can touch, you know? - Mmm.

Hey, Pete. Hey, Pete, looks like some fibers on her neck.

- Can you collect them? - Sure thing.

Oh, yeah. Could be from the killer.

Do you think there was a struggle?

After getting shot in the neck?

- I don't know how much oomph she had. - Mmm.

Maybe they hugged.

Who would hug the person that just shot you?

If you shot me, I'd hug you.

Really? Why'd I shoot you?

Probably because I put knives in with the spoons.

- Yeah, probably. - Where's her phone?

Her phone and her purse are missing,

and something else is missing.

Can you spot what it is, Inspector?

No earrings and no necklace.

- Good old-fashioned robbery. - Could be.

Not a robbery.

Found her purse in the dumpster over there.

Money's still in it.

Lady was loaded too.

No jewelry though.

Hey, Pete. Shine your light on her hand again.

Do we think the judge went clubbing tonight?

Yeah, that makes sense. Totally her style.

We need to find her phone.

- Figure out where she was tonight. - Mmm.

All right. We got a ping on the phone.

It's in an alley off of Lexington.

Well, all the news vans have us blocked in.

So who wants to go ask Cronkite to move 'em?

Just get in my car. I'll drive.

Oh, this is you, Wagner? A new whip already?

- Y'all better wipe your feet. - On what?

Where's Faith?

Uh, looks to be talking to Luke Sullivan.

Who? The reporter?

We won't have a statement ready for a while.

You know, you are so hot when you're working.

I can't even think.

I don't know how anyone gets anything done around you.

I am sure it is a struggle for the whole department.

What do you think they're talking about?

Important case stuff I'm sure.

Okay. Luke Sullivan. I like this.

At least somebody's getting laid.

You know what? What about some music?

My car, my radio.

Would you stop? What're you...

Would you just... Don't touch Winona.

Winona?

I will call you later.

Ormewood, I know you are not eating in my car.

Well, I'm starving.

There's a strict "no eating" rule in this car.

I had to help Cooper with her homework.

I didn't get to eat dinner.

What do you know about third-grade homework?

Multiplication tables. Ask me anything.

Seven times eight.

Ask me another one.

- Move. - Of course she gets in on this side.

- Goodness! Amanda, I heard you. - Took you long enough.

Sure this is the place? What was she doing here?

Drug deal, maybe?

AA meeting?

Here's the phone.

Guys, this is blood.

All right, this is where she was killed.

I'm gonna get Crime Scene in on this.

Will, where you going?

- That's the stamp on Deirdre's hand. - Yep.

What was Judge Ringgold doing here?

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Ladies and gentlethem,