All language subtitles for Will Trent S04E18 - Be Of Service

Previously on Will Trent…

Amanda meant something to all of us,
so get your head out of your ass.

You've been pregnant for three years.

I can't remember a time
when you weren't pregnant.

I'm sorry,
is my pregnancy hard on you two?

The other girls, I'm trying
to help them too. Who was doing this?

There were bad, bad men.
They gave me this.

House is clear.
The girls have been moved again.

All this work,
and we're still one step behind.

Dude, hurry up.

Take it easy, Lizzie. I can't rush nature.

She's right, man.
How much do you have in you?

Okay, everyone, just stay calm.
We didn't do anything wrong.

Pretty sure what Nick is doing
is against the law.

I'm not getting a ticket
'cause your boyfriend has a weak bladder.

Nick is not my boyfriend.

All of you, step out of the car.

I'm sorry, Officer,
our friend couldn't wait,

and the nearest restroom is really far...

Get out of the car!

- Nick.
- It'll be okay. I promise.

Look, you can't just detain us.
We know our rights.

Go, go, go, go, go.

All right!

Yes! Move, move, move, move.

Safe.

One more run, we tie this up,
we taking the extra innings.

Yeah, baby.

Who's up?

Oh, no.

Trent, you're up.

Come on, now.
You got it, you got it.

Guys, bring it in, bring it in.

Okay, real nice.

Just do your best.

Hey, can we sub him out? Hey, Pete.
Can we get a pinch hitter?

No, he's got it this time.

You got it this time. Right, Will?

- Let's go!
- Come on, baby!

He's got it, he's got it!

Bring us home, Will!

Knees bent, eye on the ball.
You're looking good, son.

Go, Will.

Strike one.

All right. It's okay.

Sorry, Will.

It's okay, Pete.

It's not you, it's me.

Strike two.

You suck, Trent!

We're on the same team.

Don't swing unless it's yours,
and don't chase the ball.

Awful lot of "don'ts" in this game.

Will! Come on. Let's go!

- Trent, Trent! Run, run!
- Oh. Okay.

Nice catch, babe.

- Thanks, hon.
- Yep.

Good job, guys. Well done, everybody.

My son's first game, and he made contact!

- You did great!
- Thanks.

No, but don't feel bad.
Don't beat yourself up about it.

No, you should feel very bad.

Did you put money on this game?

You did, didn't you? Lucky haircut my ass.

Well, excuse me for having faith
in our team to the tune of $300.

300? That's a whole lot of beef jerky.

Whatever will you do?

Haven't you seen Rudy? The talentless nerd
is supposed to come through in the end.

- She wasn't resisting.
- She didn't do anything wrong.

- This is ridiculous.
- We were there.

Polaski, Heller's not back yet,

- and they won't listen to me.
- Where is she?

- You're hiding something.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Inside voices.
One of you, tell me what happened.

Police misconduct, unlawful arrest…
Take your pick.

Two cops took our friend
for no reason.

They made us get out of my car,
called Lizzie by name,

then they cuffed her, shoved her
in the back of their car, and took off.

- And now this woman's lying about it.
- There's no Lizzie Lassen in our system.

Maybe she hasn't been processed yet.
I'll check with highway patrol.

Uh, hey.

- Did the officer do that to you?
- One of 'em, yeah.

I tried to help...

They hit him in the head with their cop
stick, then kicked the crap out of him.

Okay. Officer Amos,
can you get a medic, please?

No, no, I don't need it.
N-Nothing's broken. I can tell.

You mind if I take a look?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah. Can I see the shirt?

Fabric ripped clean.

No scuffs,
no smears you get from tactical boots.

This was made by hard sole and narrow toe.

Um, were they wearing shoes like those?

I don't know.

They were nothing like those.
More of a patent leather, Oxford cap toe.

I'm a fashion design major.

Okay, well, what about the uniform?

Did they have a badge number?
Any physical details?

No, they were just regular cop uniforms.

I asked for their badge numbers,
and they told me to shut up.

Okay.
We're gonna take your statements.

Come on.

Hey, wait.

- Did they call it in?
- Call what in?

The car stop.

Did you hear them running your plates
over the car radio?

Did they say anything
into their shoulder mics?

No, they didn't use their radios at all.

They just took Lizzie and left.

Those don't sound like police officers.

I'm sorry, but I believe
your friend Lizzie was kidnapped.

The people who took your daughter
knew her name.

They could be using her
as a bargaining chip.

Why haven't they contacted us?

I'm not sure, but we can have
GBI techs monitor your devices,

so we'll be able to track them
when they do reach out.

Mrs. Lassen, why don't you
tell me about Lizzie? What's she like?

She's kind, responsible,

volunteers in a million groups
at college…

She doesn't have any enemies.

Can you think of anyone
who might wanna target either of you?

Personal, business reasons.

Dr. Lassen, it could be a patient,
maybe someone with insurance issues.

I shifted my practice years ago.

I'm a concierge doctor now,
highly-personalized care.

My clients pay me a retainer fee.
Zero complaints.

What about that nurse?

You know who I'm talking about?
At the hospital.

Hon, that was years ago.

Uh, was that when you worked
at Atlanta District Hospital?

What happened?

She was stealing pain meds,
and Eugene had to fire her.

She was really angry.

She sent us all those emails, remember?
They were nasty.

I seriously doubt she's involved in this.

It wouldn't make any sense for her to
show up out of the blue and take Lizzie.

So we just have no idea who did this?

- I think I need, like, curry or something.
- Hey, guys.

Guys, Priya said that a motorcyclist
with a helmet cam

slowed down to watch the stop.

- Got the video.
- Good job.

Hey, does that help?

It's supposed to coax her down
into my pelvis.

I'm so done being pregnant.
I'm trying to evict this child.

Okay. Here we go.

Dodge Charger. It looks close, but that's
about four or five years too old.

Yeah, not ours.

I can't make out a license plate. Nothing.

Wait, wait. Okay, look at their uniforms.
They look right, but not right.

It's the stripes. You see that?

That gray stripe
going down the outer pant leg?

- Yeah, definitely not APD.
- Hold on, why do I know this?

I got it.

It's Roy Gray.

Roy Gray is the lead detective
of Shades of Gray. Cop show.

- Cop show, films in Atlanta.
- I don't know it.

Oh, girl, it's so good.
You gotta watch it.

- Is it accurate?
- Oh, God, no.

All right, sounds like you guys need
to take a field trip over there.

Shades of Gray.

I've got the nurse
who had beef with Lassen

coming in for an interview, so, bye.

Okay. Bye, babe.

Work those hips, girl.

Ms. McCaffrey. Hi.

I'm Detective Polaski.
Thanks so much for coming in.

Jeez. Good for you.

- What, 39 weeks?
- Yeah.

I was an OB nurse.

Yeah.

I know.

You've gotta be kidding me.
Is that what this is about?

I do need to ask you some questions

regarding the incident
which resulted in your firing.

You mean that ruined my life?
Sure, let's keep rehashing that.

Why not? For the millionth time,
I never stole drugs.

But it was Lassen's word over mine.

Dr. Lassen was the one
who accused you of stealing?

Accused me?

Honey, he set me up because he was
the one stealing drugs from the hospital.

Gwen McCaffrey is still pissed

and swears it was Eugene
who stole the drugs.

She says she knows how much he was making,

and he was living way beyond his means.

That tracks with what Will found.

Lassen paid cash, literal cash,
for a very expensive luxury car.

And two months ago,
he opened a new bank account.

He did? His wife's name's not on it?

Just him, and the initial deposit
was almost double his reported salary.

He's into something.

Something that got his daughter taken.

Here it is.
Every costume logged in, logged out.

This is the log.

How many full sets of police uniforms
do you have on hand?

Eight. Are we done?

Your log is amazing.

I respect the hell out of that log,
and the woman who made it.

But a young lady's been kidnapped
by people wearing your uniforms.

We need to do a physical count, yes?

- Over here.
- Thank you.

One, two, three, four… six.

I'll be back.

Well…

This was on our security
footage. That man does not work for me.

That's one of the kids from the car.

Yeah, Lizzie's friend.

That's Nick.

Hey.

The other kids from the car checked out.
They aren't a part of this.

This stuff from Nick's apartment?

Yeah, unis said it was barely furnished.

He'd been, uh, sleeping on a yoga mat.

Tired?

More like sleepwalking.

I don't know.

World feels kind of dull.
Like some lights went out.

Yeah, it's the same feeling I had
when my dad died.

When did that feeling go away?

It doesn't.

But then other things come into your life,

and one day you realize
that it doesn't hurt as bad.

Multiple collection notices.

Two maxed-out credit cards.
His power was about to shut off.

Well, maybe we don't need
to overthink motive.

Exactly. Did the techs unlock this yet?

I've been, uh, reading, or listening,
to Nick's juvie file.

At 16, he beat a man unconscious
behind a strip mall off Piedmont.

Aggravated assault charges were reduced
because of his age.

And what set him off?

Well, the victim said
they'd never seen each other before.

Nick was looking at foreclosed properties.

He bookmarked several of them.

Maybe he's using one of 'em
to hold Lizzie.

Hmm.

Will.

Whatever they asked you for,
please give it to them.

I'm safe for now,
but they say our time is running out.

I am so sorry, Mrs. Lassen.

You haven't seen this before?

No.

She's so pale.

What does that mean?
"Whatever they asked for"?

You haven't heard of any ransom demand
or anything like that?

No.

Not unless Eugene received one.

Where's your husband now?

I don't know.

I've been calling him all day.
He's not answering his phone.

Mrs. Lassen.

It's just…

I checked the bedroom safe.

And I did notice…

his gun is gone.

A scared dad with a gun.
Talk about a recipe for disaster.

Not unless he knows how to shoot.
Haven't you seen Taken?

Everyone thinks they're Liam Neeson.
No one is.

- Pshh.
- Hey, here's a weird one.

This is a list of the meds stolen
from the hospital where Eugene worked.

It's oxy, hydrocodone, the usual suspects,

and then a large quantity
of morning-after pills and antiviral meds.

Like, for STDs?

Yeah, but they have zero street value,
so why steal them?

We pulled something from the ransom video.

What am I looking at here?

The stub coming from the wall.
That's a capped gas line.

They were used
to feed wall-mounted sconces

before buildings
were wired for electricity.

So the building's old?

Pre-1890s. Not many left in Atlanta.

Uh, here's one in his bookmarks.

Built 1870, West End.

GBI, don't move.
Hands where I can see 'em.

Lizzie, Faith Mitchell with the GBI.
You're safe now. Come with me.

Let's go!

Faith.

Hey, you all right?

I'm okay. Get him.

Stay down!

We checked your laptop.

You were searching
for information on Eugene Lassen

weeks before you even met Lizzie.

Care to explain that?

Not really.

Well, here's your theory.
Tell me if I'm close.

You knew Lizzie's dad had money,
so you targeted her, seduced her.

Seduced her?

And convinced her to help you stage
her kidnapping so you could rob her dad.

I knew you cops were useless,

but it's really something to see it live.

Who was the woman she ran out with?

You know, with your record,
judge ain't gonna be easy on you.

No, they're gonna see a pattern.

A kid who seeks out volatile situations
and escalates them.

Someone who targeted
a vulnerable young woman.

Shut up, man! Shut the hell up, all right?

Will, outside.

The tattoo on his neck.
The V. Grace Elverton.

Your sex trafficking case.

She had the exact same one.
She said that her handler gave it to her.

The medication that Eugene stole,
birth control, abortion drugs.

He was treating girls, keeping them
healthy enough to keep working.

I think that Nick was trafficked.

It would explain his juvie record,
the fights, volatility.

What we've been reading
as a pattern of aggression

was actually self-defense against...

A rapist.

Lizzie knew what her dad was up to.

She teamed up with Nick
to put a stop to it.

I'm going back in there.

I wanna help you.

Whatever.

Look, I know you think you're doing
the right thing, but there's a better way.

Oh, yeah? Yeah, and what's that, huh?

With you guys? Please.

I know.

Fulton Industrial Boulevard.

On any night of the week,
you drive down that road,

and you're gonna to see kids lined up.

Twelve, thirteen-year-old kids,
kids with baby teeth,

girls with teddy bears.

And guys just pull up
like it's a drive-through.

Pimps watching, drivers watching,
motel clerks, landlords.

But it's not their kid, right?

- So who cares?
- I care.

They're not even the worst of it,
you know?

You've seen the files.
Everyone's seen the files.

The billionaires, the politicians,
they're all, what? Just…

fighting on television for entertainment,

but behind closed doors,
it's all "you help me, I help you."

The man who writes the law and the guy
who breaks it sitting at the same table.

And the girl who nobody is looking for
is serving drinks.

What were you trying to get
from Eugene Lassen?

Nick and Lizzie aren't working alone.

There's a whole group of them.

Most are survivors of trafficking,
or they've lost someone to it.

They feel like law enforcement
has failed them,

so they decided to take matters
into their own hands.

What are they after?

Eugene's medical notes, the ones
that he kept on the girls he treated.

They're hoping that it helps them ID
the girls and track down the pedophiles.

Nick was trafficked by the same people
who were holding our alien girl, Grace?

It's the same network,
but there are different tiers.

They have the street-level victims
who work the motels and truck stops,

and then there are the high-level girls.

Those are the ones
that Eugene treats secretly.

- Scumbag.
- The handoff is going down this afternoon.

The old metal yard on Hollowell.
Lizzie in exchange for the notes.

We will be there, let it play out,
intercept the notes,

and then arrest Eugene.

- Sorry.
- How spicy is that curry?

My tongue burned completely off
ten minutes ago,

but if it helps this baby come,
I don't need my taste buds.

Wait, what about Lizzie?
She cracked your head open with a lamp.

My head is fine. We will take her
into protective custody. No cuffs.

Oh.

- Girl, do you need me to scare you?
- No, that… This is… This one was…

That's not a hiccup.
This is happening, I think.

- Well, it's about time.
- I will drive you myself.

No, I will call my husband,
and he will drive me,

and-and you will go get the bad doctor.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Are you good?
- You have a go bag?

Yeah, it's at home, but he's gonna get it.
It's gonna be great.

Yes.

Oh.

You and Faith are seriously
gonna cut this kid loose after all this?

Well, the group he's in, they have access
we can't get with badges and warrants.

A bunch of untrained civilians
running their own ops.

That's how people end up dead.

It's Faith's case, and she trusts the guy.
I'm backing her play.

It's what Amanda would have done.

Give me the notes! Come on! Quick!

Those are the notes.

Shooter.

He's taking them out.

Down, down, down, down!

I'll flank. Cover my back.

APD! Put the weapon down now!

We need an ambulance at this location.
Suspect shot, currently unresponsive.

It's clear!

- Lizzie. Hey, are you okay?
- I'm fine.

Lizzie, baby, thank God...

I know what you and your friends do.
You make me sick.

Wait, no, wait.

This was you? I was terrified.
I thought you might be dead.

What about all the other parents
who don't know where their daughters are?

You don't think they're scared?

- Come on. Let's go.
- I didn't…

You have no idea
the people you're dealing with.

Come in.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How'd it go with Eugene?

He lawyered up.
He's not giving us anything.

He's more afraid of the people
he works for than he is of us.

Oh, he should be.

The shooter had enough ammunition
to take out everyone there.

I will bet you anything
he was sent by the traffickers

to clean up Eugene and Nick. Lizzie too.

- You get anything from the records?
- Oh, yeah.

We pulled two addresses. Sent teams.

Found five girls at one,
four at the other.

Arrested the homeowners.

One was a private equity manager,
and the other was a Georgia State Senator

who shook my hand
at a GBI dedication ceremony last year.

So a network full of powerful men.
He'll take it apart.

The GBI is too politically connected
for an investigation to be successful.

So find another way.

Mitchell, what brings you down to the APD?

I've been at the GBI for four years now,

and I just wondered
if you guys miss me down here.

What do you need?

- Just breathe. You'll be fine.
- Okay.

- Phone charger?
- Check.

Great. Little silver nipple hats?

- Check.
- All right. Portable speaker?

- Check.
- Great.

Oh. I forgot to make a birth playlist.

- That's okay, I made three.
- You did?

Uh, one for if you have an epidural.
It's mostly Enya.

One for if you're just raw-dogging it,
and that's, like, all riot grrrl.

- Stop. Ow!
- Then one for after the birth

because it's never too early
to learn about Stevie Wonder.

I hate this.

Oh. Babe, I'm sorry.

But I love you.

- I love you too, okay? It's okay.
- I love that I'm doing this with you.

I love you so much.
Thank you.

Oh.

- It's perfect.
- Mm-hmm.

Angie.

The baby.

Hey, sweetheart.
We're gonna get out of here, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Mmm, there's something sharp.

I know it hurts. Hang on,
I know. Hang on, okay?

You okay?

I got it. I got it.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. Come on.

911, what's your emergency?

Uh, there's been a-a car… a car crash.

Uh, my wife and I,
17th Street and District Avenue.

- Fire.
- What?

- We need fire for extraction.
- We need fire for extraction and an EMS.

Uh, my wife is pregnant. She's in labor.

Um…

Uh, I-I'm an ER doctor.

Will you tell St. Peter's to prep an OR?
And, please, get here fast.

- I can't get my leg out.
- The ambulance is en route.

I know. Okay. Okay. Hold on.

Hey, hey. Okay,
I'm gonna check, all right? Hold on.

I know.

Come on, girl. Give me something.

- A kick. Okay, okay, that's good.
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- That's good.

All right, now,

what do you think of Edith
for a name, huh?

Edie.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- You like it?
- I like it.

- Oh. Good, yeah. We got consensus. Great.
- Yeah. Yeah, I like it.

Okay, she can't stay like this.

- I know, it's okay.
- I'm scared.

- It's gonna be okay. She's gonna be okay.
- I'm scared. Oh, God.

Hey, man. You okay?

Hey, man. No, I'm not.
Um. Get me out of here. Pull me out.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- My leg is stuck here. Get…

Easy. Easy. Here we go. Easy.

Seth.

Easy. Easy. She's your wife, sir?
She's pregnant?

- She's in labor.
- Oh, my God.

Okay. Pull.

Here we go.

Yes.

- Okay. Okay. Is that better?
- Yeah.

Yeah? Okay, great. I got you.

- Baby.
- Yeah, honey.

- The driver. The other driver.
- What?

- Okay. What's your name?
- Dean.

Dean. Angie, this is Dean.

He's gonna stay with you, okay?
Do not move.

Dean, don't let her move.

Ang, hey, look at me.
I'll be back in 30 seconds, okay?

- All right.
- Okay.

Hey, 40 weeks pregnant,
there is fetal movement,

abdominal trauma, suspected broken ribs.

Possible placental abruption.

Oh. Heavy hemorrhaging.
Let's get her to the OR.

Seth.

Babe, you're at the hospital.

We're taking you up to have our baby
right now.

She's okay?

Absolutely.

OB's waiting. OR's prepped.

Doctor, let's get you checked out too.
It'll just take a minute.

Let's go. We gotta move now.

I love you, Angie. I'm right behind you.

- Stay right here.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Doc? Doc? Get me a gurney!

Guys, over here, let's go!

Excuse me, ma'am.
Angie Polaski, is she okay?

Sir, we're doing everything we can.
Please stay in the waiting room.

Okay.

Easy. Nice and slow.

That's it. Okay.

There we go.

You gonna get through this, Ang.

I'm right here.

All right. Be of service.

Hello.

Um…

It's me, Will.

Will Trent. Um, Wilbur.

Uncle Will is fine. Um…

I'm so sorry about your dad.

He was a good guy.

He was a friend.

Your mom loves you very much.

She, uh…

just needs a minute.

This isn't the easiest start for you. Hmm.

I know a little about that.

But you have me.

Awkward man in a suit, at your service.

Here's the contract.

I will be here…

slightly terrified.

I'm probably gonna mess up some, but, uh…

I will make sure that you are okay.

I'll make sure
that you feel safe and loved.

I'll be like your Betty,
just less demanding.

Deal?

You got a good grip.

Eduardo, call GBI administration.

Calling administration.

That's Eduardo. He helps me. Okay?

Um, uh…

This is Special Agent Will Trent.

I need to take a leave of absence.

Not sure how long.

All right. You and me.

Let's figure this out.

What do you say?

Hi, Edie.

What do you see over there, huh?

What do you see?

She knows we don't know what we're doing.

Hey.

You're not wrong, but we'll get there.

Oh, yeah. You want some food, Edie?

You want some food?

There you go.

Hi.

Hi, Edie. Hi, Edie.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

I'm your mama.

Okay, so if you feed her peas for lunch,

she's just gonna drop half of them,
just know that.

More than half.

Right. Um,

most of them are actually gonna go
over the side of the high chair for Betty.

It's really cute.

Oh, I left the pediatrician's phone number
on the fridge.

I have Dr. Bonner's number
saved as a favorite in my phone,

I got baby CPR certified four months ago,

and I memorized "Wheels on the Bus"
in English and Cantonese.

I got this. Enjoy your first day back.

Where are you going?

Teething ring's in the freezer. You call
us if anything. She gets a nap in 20.

Okay.

- Hey, um... Oh.
- Oh. Hi.

- I'm sorry, I didn't...
- No, it's fine.

- No, I-I shouldn't have walked right in.
- No, hey, stay.

I don't know what to wear.
Nothing feels right.

You're going to be okay.

Promise?

Yeah.

Purple one.

Okay.

Hey, partner.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- It's CARAP.

- Crap?
- I'd say so.

But it's pronounced CARAP.

Haven't you read the brochure?

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Stands for Cross Agency…

Regional Ambassador Program.

It's like an exchange program to "foster"
communication between the GBI and the APD.

Something Heller cooked up with whoever
the hell this new deputy director is.

I see.

Well, my initial question still remains.
What the hell are you doing here?

You and I are going to be partners
for the next few months.

- What?
- Mmm.

Maybe something good can come out of this.
Two things.

You guys have better coffee and I might
be able to teach you a few things, Trent.

Actually…

if you wouldn't mind,
could you take a look at this case?

I am so glad that you are back.

Me too.

I almost turned around twice
in the garage. I just…

I feel like I'm not wearing any skin.
Just-Just so exposed.

And I miss Edie.

I get that. Did you bring the blanket?

Yes. I'm smelling it every chance I get.

Agent Mitchell, this came for you.

Thank you, Atkins.

- Come with me.
- Okay.

Taking me to the storage closet?

We are here
because I've been working on something,

and I could use your help,
if you're up to it.

What kind of help?

The kind you're good at.

Whoa.

Your trafficking case.

But huge.

Is that Judge Stanley?

Yeah, that's him.

We don't have enough evidence on him yet,
but we think he attends these parties,

and if we could just
connect him to…

Oh, man. That's real.

Yeah.

"Back off."

You know what this means?

It means you're doing exactly
what you're supposed to be doing.

Bad people don't get to win.

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