Will Trent

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.

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.

ATL's Most Wanted! Two minutes to show.

Let's get you up to the stage, gentlemen.

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!

Security! I need more security!

Security, now!

Oh, my God.

Hey! Call an ambulance!

Oh, I appreciate you skipping the music fest to help me move.

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?

I expect first and last month's rent as soon as you're settled.

There'll be an additional fee for a background check.

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... ...I'm happy.

Thank you.

Hey, you wanna hear something?

Sure.

Okay.

I like it.

-Who is it? -It's me.

My boy made this?

-Yeah. -

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. -

Metro Boomin, Rick Rubin or Madlib?

Who you taking?

Madlib all day.

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. -

Yeah.

- -You, uh...

You want me to grab another box, don't you?

-Pick a heavy one. -Yeah.

- -Oh.

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?

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.

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.

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. 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.

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.

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.

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.

Let's go to Off the Ropes Records and congratulate them on their newest signing.

You seen this?

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.

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.

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.