Will Trent

Previously on Will Trent ...

Rafael Wexford, you have a daughter.

Well, maybe she'd be safer if you changed your line of work.

What else am I gonna do?

I think I have a better idea.

This is my home where shoes will never set foot.

I was thinking maybe we could try to get to know each other.

How long am I staying here?

Are you here meeting someone?

Sorry, who are you?

I'm Special Agent Will Trent, GBI. Who are you?

I'm Marion Alba. I'm with the Fulton County District Attorney's office.

I arrested the love of my life last year.

You arrested the love of your life?

It's a long story.

I thought you might choose me.

I had no choice.

It was all going to come out. I had to do it.

Regardless of your reason, the result shows a lack of respect for your position.

If you let me back on the force, I will be the best version of myself.

Polaski. Post's decision came back.

Let's make sure that this is the last time I have to welcome you back.

Yes! Yes!

Thank you.

Hey, I got an email from the school about that big basketball game on Friday night.

Do you want to go with your friends?

Oh. Maybe you don't like sports.

I could drop you off at the mall.

I mean, if that's still a thing.

Not really.

Huh. Okay.

Well, you know you can invite people over anytime.

Do your friends know what happened?

Why you're staying with me.

Look, lady, it's, like, 6:00 in the morning. Can you chill?

We're leaving in ten minutes.

Make sure you put that in the recycling.

Agent Mitchell here yet?

All right.

Oh. Um...

Hello.

Hi.

It's, um...

It's you.

Yep, we caught the call. Why are you here?

Um, victim has SAP clearance through the DOD.

Could be a national security concern.

Lucky us.

Yeah.

Hey! Stop.

Don't step on the rug.

Perp left shoe impressions.

You can see them better from this side.

Oh, okay.

Um, I'll come to you.

Faith's, uh, running late.

Ormewood is interviewing neighbors.

Your, uh, first day back?

Yes, it is.

They're getting me a cake. I'm not supposed to know about it.

-I'm going to jump to you, okay? -Go for it.

- Hey. - Whoa.

-So... -Wow.

-Whoa. Yeah, you weren't kidding. -Yep.

-Angie, we should-- -No.

Oh. Um...

Polaski.

Welcome back.

-It's good to see you, Mitchell. -Polaski, is this man bothering you?

Why are you guys on the couch?

-Perp left shoe impressions. -Better to see from this side.

The floor is lava. I'm good at this game.

Okay, so we're all just going to pretend

like this isn't horrifically awkward for all parties involved here?

Yes, we are.

So, our victim is Lloyd Witham.

He was in charge of a contract with the Department of Defense

to develop some kind of new stealth drone.

He was targeted for his research?

That's what we're here to find out.

Anyone see a laptop?

How am I supposed to get over there from here?

Try the coffee table. There is a laptop bag there,

-but no laptop. -It's glass, Polaski.

Trying to kill me?

-Taking the ottoman. -Okay. Careful, it looks like it rocks.

Okay. God.

- Okay. - Okay. So...

So, what do we think happened?

Okay. The window in the ba... Hold on.

- Wait. - Hold on!

I was... Never mind.

The window in the back was broken.

That's how the perp got in.

Okay, so he came in, he sat in the armchair,

waited for Lloyd to get home,

and then shot him.

Sounds like a movie.

Yeah, we found the casing. It's 9-millimeter.

None of the neighbors heard anything so I think he had a suppressor.

It's a professional setup, but he screwed up.

He was gutshot.

Lloyd fell right there. Probably passed out from blood loss.

-Is he out of surgery yet? -No, not yet.

But can we talk about the footprints?

What, he shot the guy and then did the Wobble for 20 minutes?

Well, let's map it out.

Our shooter starts here. He goes to the body.

I'm guessing to steal the laptop out of Lloyd's bag.

Yeah. From there, he goes to the front door.

Hang on, when did everybody get laser pointers?

I've always had a laser pointer.

They gave me one when I joined GBI.

I stole mine from the GBI supply closet.

-Couldn't have gotten me one? -Well I would have, but Trent arrested you

and you were picking up garbage on the side of the road.

Okay.

So, once the shooter has the laptop, why didn't he leave?

The planter on the credenza.

He knocked it over. It's tilted, and there's some dirt on the floor.

Okay, and then there's footsteps that go to the hall closet.

-Ormewood, point at the footsteps. -What's in that closet?

I'll bet you anything it's a hand vac.

Look at all those vacuum marks.

Hmm.

Indeed, there's a hand vac.

Who tidies up after they shoot someone?

Guys, I know who it is.

It was my mom.

Okay. Um, this hand vac is filled with dirt, and, uh...

Oh.

New theory.

The shooter had long, brown hair.

The shooter is a woman?

Yeah, 'cause only women vacuum, right?

You're the one who said it was your mom.

Know what? I'm tired of having to be the one who polices gender bias around here.

Guys, shut up.

Hang on. Look at...

Well, look at this.

Are you kidding me?

Long, brown hair.

Uh-huh. She left us her ID.

Thank you so much,

Helen Anderson.

What a dummy.

-That car belongs to Helen Anderson. -This is where she works.

We'll cover the front. You guys take the back.

Assume she's armed.

So, this is big.

First day working with Angie since you arrested her.

Yep.

Look, I know you don't like talking about your feelings,

but this seems like the rare occasion in which you might want to unburden yourself.

-I'm good. -Let me help.

Do one of these statements feel true?

"I am still in love with her." "I am angry with her."

"I feel guilty about what I did."

-"I am sad." -I don't know about you.

I'm going in there to arrest a homicidal maniac.

But if you want to keep talking feelings, Pete Chin's nana died.

Maybe he could use a shoulder to cry on.

-You good, Big Dog? -Yep.

Cool. In position.

GBI!

Helen Anderson, show me your hands!

Okay, okay, I will. Just let me...

That's good. Yes, perfect.

Ma'am, step away from the dog.

-Okay, okay. -Hands behind your back.

Okay! Okay.

Hey, it's okay, Lady Esmerelda, everything's gonna be all right.

James, she still needs her essential oils.

You guys have no idea who you're dealing with.

You're gonna feel pretty stupid when you find out who I am.

Okay.

Who are you?

Helen, it's time to start talking.

Attempted murder is a serious charge.

Wait. What do you mean, "attempted"?

Gonna wanna see this.

Found it in her bag.

Interesting.

Care to explain this?

I think that speaks for itself.

It says that you have complete immunity for any acts that you have committed,

or may commit in the future.

A permission slip to commit murder?

Who do you think has the authority to issue that?

The CIA.

I'm pretty sure that's not true.

You do know the CIA doesn't operate on American soil, right?

Okay. I'd like to speak with my handler.

- Oh. You have a handler? - Yes, that's right.

I'm a spy.

Oh.

You know I nearly became a CIA agent?

What do you mean by "nearly"?

I mean, I started filling out the form one time.

I'd have been good at it though.