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Previously on Will Trent...

I'm seeing me when I was 12.

That little 12-year-old
needs your attention.

No! Please!

Hey, Crystal.

I should clock in.
I'm a few minutes late.

I was working
on a paper for school.

She shows up late
to work.

She has a hickey
on her neck. Okay?

You don't know
what's really going on with her.

I feel like this is the longest
we've ever gone without--

Without having sex? Yeah.

I know we had
a good reason for breaking up.

I can't even
remember what it was.

Me neither.

Oh, Hi.[chuckles] Hi.

You, uh,
- let me sleep in, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Seemed like you needed it.
- Mmm.

You were talking
in your sleep.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Mmm.
What did I say?

"Jack's arm is bleeding.
Why is Jack's arm bleeding?"

Who's Jack
and why is he bleeding?

I have no idea.

Maybe we should call in sick.

I can soothe you
and your night terrors.

I think
I can handle that.

- Oh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Betty. Good girl.
- Yeah.

Betty,
get out of here.

Let me just-- [sighs]

Gotta go.

Mmm.

Okay, well--

Since when does Betty
use Amazon Prime?

Since Nico created a wish list
for Bad Bitch Betty's followers.

Of course.

Hmm.

Look, Betty. Squeaky burger.

If you figure out why Jack's arm
was bleeding, let me know.

Will do.

I know.
I'm on it.

Okay.

Jack was bleeding.

Why was Jack bleeding?

Couch was here.

Anna was here.

And Jack--

Jack was here.

Can you at least
say something?

Am I hot? Cold?

You know, you're good
for nothing. You know that?

I appreciate the support, Betty.

It's not adding up.

I'm missing something.

Maybe the ugly beads were here.

Well, then that changes
everything. Come on!

Remember.

Just remember, trash.

Will?

Door was open.

What's, uh--

What's going on?

I'm, um,
working on a case.

This is my process.

It only has to make sense
to you, nephew.

But if you're busy,

I can take Betty
to the park myself.

- I don't wanna disturb...
- Oh, no.

...whatever you got--Nonsense. Nonsense.
No, you, um--

You're not disturbing
at all.

- Okay, let's go.
- Great.

Betty, come.

Come on, girl. Yeah.

Here we go.
Off to the park.

- Let's go.
- All right. Come on.

Harry Baker. Age 45.

Former Army Ranger vacationing
with his buddies

till things
went horribly wrong.

Yeah,
him and three other vets

rented the whole place
for a reunion.

Partied hard
last night.

Harry here must have
nodded off behind this target.

His buddies used the course
early this morning.

Didn't see him.

Poor guy took
all kinds of fire.

Where were you?

Home with the family.

I don't sleep at work.

- Tell us more
about your gun range.
- Gun range?

This is my private,
all-inclusive property

encompassing 200 acres
of firing ranges,

ATV recreation
and forest-based
camping/glamping.

Alcohol and deadly weapons.
What could possibly go wrong?

That's what people do
in places like this.

They drink,
they talk about old times,

they sling some rounds
downrange,

and then
they sleep it off.

Let's go talk
to the guys.

We all served
together in Afghanistan.

We do this every couple years
to cut loose,

remember the guys
we lost.

What happened last night?

We barbecued, drank,
lit up the range

and went joyriding
like road warriors on ATVs.

And this morning?

Harry and Mullins
weren't at camp.

We figured they went fishing
or something,

so Tank and I went down
to the range.

And we blew the air horn
and everything.

Never heard a sound.

It wasn't
till we checked the targets

that we found Harry's body.

Where were you
and Harry?

We were--
We were riding ATVs

way out in the woods.

It was late.

We were tired, and drunk,
and a little lost.

Harry wanted to go back
to the cabin,

but I-I told him
we should just

sleep on the ground
out there.

I woke up
when I heard the air horn,

and Harry was gone.

Well, we're gonna
need to confiscate

your firearms
and ammunition

until the investigation
is over.

How long we talking?
I mean, I wanna help,

but it's my-- my business.

Someone just died
at your business,

so it'll take
as long as it takes.

And, uh, we need you guys
to stay in town

until we get this
figured out.

They found
Lily Watkins.

- Where'd they find her?
- Smyrna.

Construction crew
clearing land

for a new development
found her remains.

- Who's Lily Watkins?
- Teenage girl

who went missing
13 years ago.

Media never picked it up.
Guess why.

Police assumed
she was a runaway.

By the time they took
the investigation seriously,

leads had gone cold.

That's why it's ours
this time.

What do we know?

Broken hyoid bone,

which means
she was strangled.

Defensive fracture
to the wrist too.

She put up a fight.

Let's finish it
for her.

There are 60,000 Black women
missing in this country.

We're gonna get justice
for this one.

Lily's last 24 hours.

School,
cross-country practice,

home for dinner, and then
babysitting at the neighbor's.

Contacted the parents
she sat for.

They're coming in
for follow-up.

Good. She was home
for the rest of the night.

Next morning,
she went for her usual

Saturday morning trail run.

Only this time,
she didn't return.

What'd you learn
about the boyfriend?

Derek Atkins.
At the time, he was 19.

High school dropout
who's had a few juvenile
run-ins with the police.

Petty theft,
public intoxication.

I'm sure Lily's parents
loved that.

They did not.

But he started work
at 7:00 a.m. that morning.

His alibi was solid.

- What is it?
- It's, um...

Her clothes.

They disintegrated.

Most running attire has
some kind of synthetic fiber.

Those take a lot longer
than 13 years to decompose.

The seams.

She was wearing jeans.

If Lily didn't disappear
while she was out running...

...then what really
happened to her?

I couldn't bring
myself to move out.

After all this time,
I just kept thinking,

"What if she came back?"

What about your wife,
Albert?

She tried. I mean,
she really tried but...

after a few years,
she just couldn't anymore.

So she moved back
to Tennessee.

Be closer to the family.
Remarried.

She moved on, man.

I mean, she just--
she moved on.

What can you tell us

about the morning
Lily disappeared?

Her door was closed

when her mom and I
went grocery shopping.

We figured
she was still sleeping.

And when you returned?

Gone.
But that was normal.

Lily jogged four miles
every Saturday.

But after
about an hour or so,

when she didn't answer
our calls or our text,

well, man,
we started worrying.

You know?

Is it possible
that Lily never returned home

after babysitting
Friday night?

No way. I picked her up
myself, walked her home.

- Did she sneak out ever?
- Absolutely not.

In this old house,
it creaks more than my knees.

You mind if we take a look
at Lily's room?

Upstairs.

Wow.

I forgot so much
good music dropped in 2011.

It's like
a time capsule in here.

Did Lily draw?

- Any notes? Signature?
- Nothing.

Faith,
you ever have a memory--

What the hell?

Forget
the squeaky stairs.

Lily totally could've snuck out
without her parents knowing.

And if she did, that means
her ex-boyfriend's alibi
no longer applies.

I'll tell unis
to pick up Derek.

All right.

Close range
to the back of the head.
Look at that entry wound.

He was dead
long before he got hit
by these other bullets.

- What?
- Wait.

You're saying Harry was shot

before his friends shot up
the firing range?

That's right.

And judging
by the soot on his head,

I'd say
it was an execution.

Well, fingerprints and GSR
are gonna be useless

'cause everyone
was using every weapon.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah. No, I'm just--

I'm having
a hard time believing

one of those guys
murdered Harry.

Well, if it wasn't
one of them,

then who was it?

Bunny?
There was no one else there.

It's hard for me to believe
that Harry's death

was something
other than an accident.

Is there anything
you can tell us

that might
shed some light

on what could
have happened?

- Maybe there was something.
- What was it?

The incident
in-- in Khost.

Four of the rangers were killed
right in front of Harry.

It haunted him.

He started seeing a therapist.

A-And they recommended
that he try to better understand

how it had all happened.

So was he investigating it?

He requested some reports.

I know he wanted to talk
to the other guys about it too,

but he was nervous.

I bet.

Stirring up those memories
can be dangerous.

You look agitated, Derek.

Anything you want
to tell us?

No.

It doesn't take
a rocket surgeon

to see y'all are fishing
for someone to lock up.

I'm not helping you
pin this on me

like you tried to do
the first time around.

So what?
No justice for Lily?

- I had an alibi.
- For that morning.

Where were you
the night before?

I knew
this would happen.

I was at a party,
then I went home.

Well, can anyone
vouch for you?

I don't talk
to those people no more.

Mmm.

Are you arresting me?

Not now. Not yet.

Well, until you do,
y'all can kiss my ass.

Both cheeks.
Same time.

Did Lily sit
for you often?

At least
a few times a month.

Our daughters
adored her.

Her poor parents.
It's awful.

Did Lily ever talk
about her boyfriend Derek?

That's who you should
talk to. Never liked him.

We came home early one time
and found Lily and Derek
fooling around.

The girls were already asleep,
so it wasn't a big deal.

It wasn't
a small deal either.

Ethan talked
to Derek a few times
and said he was nice.

So now Ethan's
the morality meter?

And who's Ethan?

My son from my first marriage.

He spent every other weekend
with us back then.

How old was he
at the time?

Sixteen.

But he wasn't
with us that weekend.

I remember that clearly.

Did he and Lily
know each other?

Yeah. Different schools,
but they were friendly.

We'd like to speak
with him.

That might be tricky.

Ethan Royer.
He was with his mother

the weekend Lily disappeared,
but she didn't live far away.

He started
a bad drug habit

right around the time
that Lily disappeared.

His parents aren't sure
where he's living now.

It's been a revolving door
of jail, rehab

and halfway houses
for Ethan

the past ten years.

Hmm.
What about Derek?

Um...

Derek's working hard to regain
that prime suspect position.

Maybe Lily was sneaking around
with this Ethan kid.

Derek figured it out
and was waiting for her.

I talked
to some of Lily's old friends.

They confirmed
that she was supposed

to be at the party
that Derek mentioned

the night
she disappeared.

Lily's dad didn't
want her to go.

Maybe she snuck out.

Yeah, that tracks for me.

There's always a possibility
it was her father.

I really hope not.

But maybe he caught her
disobeying him.

Let's start
by finding Ethan Royer.

Tell us what happened in Khost.

We'd been staged for months,
hadn't seen any action.

We were bored,
itching for excitement.

Boy,
did we get it.

How many did you lose?

Three of our guys.

- Not including the captain.
- We were ambushed.

- How?
- I don't know.

Threat level was green.

Should've been okay.

We weren't ready for it.

One sec, I'm joking with Harry
and Alvarez about Superbad,

and the next,
Alvarez is in pieces.

Tank was looking
for action.

How about you?

First time
we'd seen combat.

Did Harry mention
Khost that night?

I mean, it comes up
whenever we're together,

but yeah.

What happened?

When we were
in the woods,

he started crying.

He just kept saying,

"We shouldn't
have been there.

We shouldn't
have been there."

You think Harry
learned something

he wasn't supposed
to know?

I think I have a way
to find out.

Was Ethan Royer
ever a client at your shelter?

When was the last time
you saw him?

I hid the gun.

I hid it
when I first moved in

'cause he left the gun
on the table

with all those kids around.

He was so drunk all the time.
He didn't even miss it.

Jack! No!

- You bitch.
- Jack. Jack.

- You think you can get away?
- Stop. Leave him.

No! No, Jack. Please.
Please don't do this.

- Please stop.
- I put the bullets in the flour.

I hid everything.

Oh, no!
Jack, stop it!

So how the hell
did Jack get the gun?

Wait. So you built
this bookcase?

Not, like, in woodshop.
From a box.

Right.
Okay.

Well, many an addict
has relapsed

over less
than an Allen wrench.

So, good job.

- Thanks.
- Yeah, the place looks good.

I need to find a roommate.
Help pay rent.

You should check out
the Sobriety For Me
message board.

Oh, God.
"Sobriety For Me"?

- Do I have to?
- It helps match people
in recovery.

Fine.

You gonna make me buy
a mug that says

"Easy Does it"

in that
swoopy '70s font?

Get back to work.

Maybe a T-shirt.

-"Progress, not perfection."
- Get out of here.

Thanks
for the carrot juice.

- Worm Wood.
- Ah, Rude Dog.

- What's up, bro?
- How's it going?

- Dude, you look good, brother.
- You too, man.

Hey, you know you don't have
to keep cutting your hair
like that.

Ugh, jackass. [chuckles][chuckles] Knucklehead.

Give me that.
Give me that, give me that.

I hope
they have ramen.

Oh, my God.
If I never see another

Styrofoam bowl again,
I'll be good.

Hey, Franco.
Get this guy
some chicken tetrazzini

and some lemon poppy seed
pound cake if you can.

- You hated chicken tetrazzini.
- You were the only one
that liked it.

When's the last time Ethan Royer
was at your facility?

About two weeks ago.

He started
using again.

And unfortunately,
we have a zero tolerance policy.

Ask me if I agree with it,
I don't.

He left a few things behind
if you want them.

Thank you.

Any idea
where he might be now?

I can ask around.

He probably didn't go far,

just the closest place
he could score.

Has Ethan ever been violent?
Aggressive?

Mm-mmm.
No, never.

That's definitely her.
That's Lily.

Thirteen years later,
and he's still drawing her.

- Man. Oh, man.
- Oh.

Look, brother.
I-I-I get it, man.

I-I know
why you don't reach out.

I don't like thinking
about that mess either,

but I just wish it wasn't,
you know, hard for you

to be around me.

I don't know.
I just--

I don't know.

Just survivor's guilt,
I guess.

Okay.
I'm still here.

And B: I'm not the one
whose wife left him.

- Oh. [chuckles] Nice.
- Get over yourself, loser.

Come on, man.

Anyways,
I looked into that mission

you asked about,
the ambush in Khost.

Yeah.
Did you find anything?

Just that
it was a nightmare.

RPGs took out the Humvees.

Snipers had those guys
pinned for hours.

I don't know
what that CO was thinking,

walking those guys
into a code orange.

Orange?

I thought it was green.

Wallace lied to their CO.
He was their intel officer.

He's the one
that would've told their captain
it was a green zone.

Why would he lie about that?

'Cause he was a stupid kid,

like a lot of us
over there were.

Thought he could prove himself,

and he ended up
getting his friends killed.

So Harry figured it out,
confronted him.

Wallace took care of it.

Crystal.

Angie. Crystal?

I--

I need help.

Okay. Uh...

Okay. Is there someplace
you can wait?

I-- Share your location with me.

All right. I'll be there
as soon as I can, okay?

Okay.

Go.
I can get Wallace.

- No--
- I'll call in backup,
just in case.

All right?

You sure?

Yeah.

Just... be careful.

- Don't get in too deep.
- You either.

Where's Wallace?

Wallace-- He heard you coming.
He ran into the woods.

What's going on?
Did he take a weapon?

No. Are you here
to arrest him?

All right.
Get these two off-site.

- SWAT team's on their way.
- No, no, no. Please.

If Wallace gets cornered
by SWAT,

we all know
how that's gonna end.

No matter what he's done,

even if it's something
we'll never forgive,

please find a way
to take him alive.

We can't lose
another of our own.

All right.
Go wait at the gate.

When SWAT arrives, you tell 'em
to set up a perimeter,

and hold back unless I signal.
You got it?

I'm gonna try.

There.
That's him.

Ethan Royer.

- GBI! Stop!
- Hey. Hey!

Hey. You all right?

Thank you.
Sorry. I'm sorry.

- I know I'm not supposed--
- No, it's all right.

You're okay.

It's okay.
You're-- You're okay.

So, w-what are
you doing here?

How did you get out here?

Uh, there was a guy.

Uh, we were going back
to his place,

but then
he... brought me here.

Wait, wait. What guy?
What's his name?

Um, Ron-- Ronald.
Something like that.

- I don't know his last name.
- Crystal.

You can't just be getting
into cars with random guys.

Be smarter.

The hostel.
I can't sleep there.

It's... loud,
and it smells funny.

I go home with guys sometimes
just to be somewhere else.

To pretend...
I'm someone else.

Honey, I-I didn't--

I didn't know you were
having such a hard time.

I tried.

I tried to pretend
it never happened like you said.

That's not
what I meant.

That's--

Maybe it--
M-M-Maybe it is.

It was in the moment,
but that's terrible advice.

I keep replaying it.

Him coming in my room,
and then--

and then stabbing him.

Of course you do.

It was horrible.

But listen,
you should talk about it.

And I'm sorry
that I haven't--

I haven't been around
as much as I should've been.

So I'm--
I'm gonna be here now. Okay?

Okay.

So, tonight,
you can stay with me.

And tomorrow,
we'll figure that out
in the morning.

Come on.

Easy, Wallace.

He said
he'd tell the others.

Let me take you in, man.

I can't do that.

We're walking
out of here together.

There's nowhere else
to go!

Stop! Stop! Stop.

He asked me
if I lied.

He knew.

I was holding the gun.
It was just instinct.

It was automatic.

I'm sorry.

Lily Watkins's body
was found.

She'd been dumped,
left outside to rot.

You two were close?

I only talked to her
a couple times.

She babysat
my sisters.

You had a crush on her,
didn't you?

Maybe obsessed?

These drawings.

It's almost
like she's being watched.

Did you watch her,
Ethan?

The room where I slept
at my dad's,

I could see
her bedroom.

She was always forgetting
to close her curtains.

So that night,
you waited for her.

No.

I wasn't there.

It wasn't me.

Explain
"room I slept in."

You didn't have
your own room?

Did someone else use it,
Ethan?

Was it a family room?
A guest room?

It was...
...a study.

It was
your father's study.

And if you could see Lily
when you were there,

that means your father could
see her when you weren't.

You've been carrying it around
all these years.

Look what it's done
to you.

Tell us what you know,
Ethan.

He, uh--

He said
I could use his car

if I took it
to get it detailed for him.

There was a barrette.

I'd seen her wear it.

But he was my dad.
So I told myself I was wrong.

I tried to forget
but I could--

I couldn't forget.

You know what?
You need to calm down!

I told you to get
back in that kitchen!

Jack! No!

- You bitch.
- Jack. Jack.

You think you--

Hey.

- Hey. Where are you going?
- Um...

You okay?

I think I-- I just--
I need some time.

Okay.

Okay.

The kitchen was here.
The fridge was here.

The flour was on top.

The ugly beads were here.
Couch here.

This is what I was missing.

There was a doorway here
that led to the hallway.

No, Jack!
I won't let you do this!
No, no!

This whole time it was me.

Leave her alone, Jack!

I'm the one who got the gun.

I'm the one
who loaded the bullets.

Hello? My hands are full.

I brought some dinner.

It was my fault.

- Will?
- Go away!

Will, what's going on?
Are you okay?

- She was here.
- I'm coming in.

It all happened right here.
She was right here.

Here's where it all happened.

- Tell me.
- It was-- It was my fault.

I blocked it out.
I didn't want to remember,
but I do.

Tell me, mijo.

I had a-- It was
a foster mother, Anna.

She was kind to me.

I made her laugh.

But the foster dad, Jack,

he, uh--
He hit her a lot.

He hit all of us.

You know what?
You need to calm down!

I told you to get back
in that kitchen!

One night, he beat her so much
I thought she might die.

I didn't call the police
because I knew--

I knew they'd take us kids away,
and I wanted to be with her.

So I got his gun.

I got his gun.
So I got his-- I got his gun.

I wanted to kill him.

Oh, my God.

I tried to kill Jack.

I shot him.
What the hell was I thinking?

He-- He grabbed the gun...

...and he started
beating me with it.

He beated me and beated me.

You're good for nothing.
You know that?

He shot her.

No! Jack, no!

Killed Anna
with the gun I retrieved,

the gun I loaded
with the bullets,
the gun I used on Jack.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, so, so sorry.

Because of me.

No.

She's dead because of me.
Because of me.

I was a stupid kid.
I should've never
grabbed that gun.

No, you were trying to help.
You never should've been there
in the first place.

You're not listening to me!
She died because of me!

She died because
an abusive man killed her,

not because a brave child
wanted to protect her.

It's not your fault.
Not one bit.

Joey. Hey.
Hey, yeah, listen,

I think I found
a roommate for you.

Uh, you remember Crystal, right?

Yeah, no,
she's really straightened out.

And I will
personally guarantee

that Crystal's rent will be
paid, in advance, every month.

Okay. Fantastic.
I'll send you her contact,

and you send us both
the address.

Okay, great, Joey.

Okay,
talk to you soon. Bye.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you for coming in again,
Mr. Royer.

I was just hoping
you could help me
with something.

I'm happy to.

About a month
after Lily Watkins disappeared,

you traded in
your car.

It was practically new.
I'm sure it still ran fine.

I, um--

I think it was
uncomfortable to drive.

The current owner is
a great guy, by the way.

Super cooperative.

I'm sorry,
I'm confused.

You watched her that night
sneak out of her window,

didn't you?

Those long-distance fantasies,

they weren't doing it
for you anymore.

You needed
the real thing.

How dare you?

Her DNA was found
in your trunk. How dare you?

What did you think?

That people would
just forget about her?

That you could throw her away
and go on with your life?

People did not forget.
They were destroyed.

Lily Watkins mattered.

You did so well today.

Did I?

I told that bastard
that Lily's life mattered.

That he's gonna go
to prison

and we're gonna say
that justice is served.

But Lily's
not coming back.

So many of those women
are not coming back.

So many of them are.

You can't
lose sight of that.

You can't lose hope.

Monica Bennett.
Kemmia Pate.

Sonya Tukes. Nikita Wingo.
Athena Curry.

They all matter.

Never lose sight
of that, Faith.

Café con leche. Gracias.

Yeah.

I'm sorry
about last night.

- That was, um--
- Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, no.

Everything you shared,
I'm honored. We're family.

You know,
I've been thinking

that maybe
you need a little break,

change of scenery.

Let me take you
to Puerto Rico.

- What?
- You and me.

Puerto Rico.

Air's different.
Sun's different.

People are different.
You'll feel different.

Antonio... What?

...that is
a preposterous suggestion.

You're Lucy's son.

I missed your entire life,
and you've had a tough year.

Yeah.

I-I don't know.

Let me do this
for you.

Can you take it off?
- Sure.

Cooper, come on.

No, it's okay.
Here. See.

You just roll this down
like this, and then... ta-da.

- You wanna hold it?
- Sure.

Hey,
how did it happen?

He might not wanna talk
about it, Max.

- Cooper!
- I'm gonna try
to go up the stairs!

Guys, seriously, pretend
like I taught you manners.

Wait,
you never told him?

Huh. Can I?

Sure.

All right.
All right. All right.

So we were west of Haditha,

and we've been under heavy
mortar fire for days.

After we secured
the area,

we found
the enemy's weapons cache.

Well, it was our mission
to clear the building.

You know, one of the sections
had taken heavy fire,

and it collapsed.

Yeah. Your dad here,
he's the one that pulled me out.

Helped resuscitate me.
Got me to a field hospital.

Your dad,
he's the reason I'm still here.

You never talk
about that stuff.

I know. Maybe I should.
I sound like a badass.

Guess rescuing people
from buildings is
kind of your thing, huh?

Oh, it kinda stinks.

Cooper!

Now what?

Hey.

Look at your girl.

- Hey, Betty. Come here.
- Come here.

- Did you go to the beauty parlor?
- Oh, yes, she did.

Aw.

You doing okay?

I think you were right,

what you said about me.

When? Which time?

When you said
I was more messed up than you.

I just want you to know
that I'm trying.

I'm gonna try...

...to be nicer to myself
and people in my life.

You're nice to me.

I want this time
to be different, Ang.

With me and you.

I like having you
in my life.

It just feels right.

Samesies.

Samesies?

You're worse at this
than I am.

You just said
you're gonna be nice.

Worse in a cute way.

I like you too,
Will Trent.