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Previously on Will Trent...

Come take a look.

A condo.

The last tenant died there.
Left a little bit of a mess.

Other people get turned off
by a dead body,

but it's just another day
at the office for you.

Not bad.

- I brought you these flowers.
- Oh.

Guy's a real sicko.

Rape and murder of a 17-year-old
girl. We're not friends.

Why do you wanna become a cop anyway?

My mom was APD.

You don't think my 30
years of law enforcement experience

might come in handy?

- No.
- You know how I think you can flip him?

I told you to sit in the waiting room.

This place is a mess.

I really don't need any help.

You can still be snippy with me,
dear heart, but remember,

I am still your mother.

- Ma, please stop talking.
- W-What did I say?

Yes, I know it is still within
the eight-hour delivery window

- that you gave me, but I...
- So we're all good then?

Thank you for calling Rugs A Go Go.

Congrats on your new home.

No, no, we are not all good.

Because an eight-hour delivery
window isn't really a window, is it?

It's just all day.

Could you maybe reach out to the
driver, see how close they are?

You know what? The driver is here now.

- Thanks for everything.
- You're welcome.

Ugh. Okay. It's about time. Hi...

Why are you here?

Happy to see you too. Grab my bag.

Oh. I thought you were
recuperating at home?

That's why I'm here.

Your home. Yours. Not mine.

Well, I would've stayed at
your brother Zeke's, but he's...

Uh, out of town. Zeke
is out of town. Why are you...

And your aunt Mandy
has her hands full with...

Sunny. I know. Why are you here?

Well, Dr. Anderson said the surgery...

Though pickleball
injuries are quite common,

but combined with my age,

who really else is
playing pickleball, really...

Mom.

There's a risk of clot.

Dr. Anderson said I can't stay alone.

- I might die. Alone.
- How long are you staying?

Two weeks. Baby,
I promise I won't be a problem.

I can help you pick out
your actual curtains.

I'm assuming these are temporary.

They aren't, but...

Do they still call
this neighborhood Rapetown?

- No.
- Hmm.

We don't do that
because sexual assault

isn't something to be glib about.

Oh, well...

Don't shop at the corner store.

We used to call that Murder Mart.

Oh, nice jacket.

Is this where the guy offed himself?

Please tell me you disinfected.

What are these scratch marks?

Well, I guess you get what you pay for.

Okay. Mom, you can stay,

but we need to set
some serious boundaries.

Just not tonight because I have plans.

A date?

No, I am starting
a new class after work.

Oh, you're teaching?
That's wonderful, Faith.

I'm taking a class.

That's great too. I always
encouraged my officers to bone up

on criminology studies,
agency management...

- Mom.
- I'm so sorry. Go ahead.

Mm-hmm.

Is it at the academy?

Beltline Dance Studio.

Oh. Dance class.

All right.

Your spices are so far from the stove.

Evie's just
particular about her kitchen.

You should invest in a treadmill.

Actually, I was
thinking of getting one.

Some mornings are a little brisk
for Betty when we go on our runs.

Color-code your closet.

You don't color-code?

- How she get dressed in the morning?
- I don't know,

but that's no way to live.

I can't do this anymore.
She is your best friend.

Let Mom stay with you. You can
do old lady things together.

Who you calling old lady?

- I heard it.
- Well, she's gotta stay somewhere.

No. Don't look at me.

I wasn't.

- Mom.
- Evie, how you feeling?

I'm in the middle of
something with Mandy and Will.

Faith, I need you to
come home. I think it's serious.

I'm on my way.

What's the emergency?

Six times. Raymond...

I'm-I'm just calling him that.
Elderly man, across the way.

Raymond fed his cat six times today.

I'm worried about the cat.

- You gotta be kidding me.
- And Raymond. His age.

- Mom.
- It could be dementia.

I think we should go
over there and check it out.

I'm going to the dance studio.

I'm honestly surprised by
this sudden interest in dancing.

- I've always wanted to.
- Why didn't you say something?

Because you never listen. You're
not even listening right now.

You've only ever wanted for me
what you wanted for yourself.

A career, a home, a family?
Those are bad things now?

Choices. Making my own decisions.

Maybe if you didn't
push me into law enforcement,

I could've pursued other interests.

Right. There are
other careers out there.

Maybe if you hadn't got pregnant

at 15 you would've had more options.

Yeah. There it is.

I made one mistake, and you're still

holding on to your
disappointment in me.

Disappointment? Never.

Please. When I told you I was

pregnant, you wanna
know what I needed?

What I sat, and I prayed for?

A hug. A hug from my mother.

But you... You went into your
bedroom, you slammed the door,

and you screamed
for a minute straight.

- Let me explain...
- Not necessary.

You were ashamed of me, period.

But even now, I have a career,
and a family and a home.

And you still don't think
that I can do anything right.

The curtains, the spices. Nothing
I do is good enough for you.

Make yourself useful, Mitchell.

You can at least still get that right.

I have taxed myself enough.

How's it going, Raymond?

You really do look like a Raymond.

A lonely Raymond.

Just you and your thoughts of regret.

Me too.

What else?

Ooh! No. Sex.

Well, this is getting a little rough.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no, no, no. She's busy.

- Oh, my God.
- 911.

Hey. Special Agent
Faith Mitchell, GBI.

I live here. What's going on?

Making a welfare safety check.
Older woman placed a 911 call...

Move.

Mom, I'm here. Are you all...

Mom!

You were sauntering around
the building when I got here.

Is that how you answer
a call, Officer Nealy?

It was a wellness check.

Evelyn Mitchell called 911.

Last I heard,
that was for emergencies.

You two, check in with
Captain Heller right now.

Faith, your glucose.

I'm fine.

All right. Let's start.

Nobody knows your
mother better than you do.

- You take the lead.
- I'll put a rush on forensics.

Take the lead? That's not you.

- I could be dead by now...
- Stop it.

Negative self-talk
in my mother's voice.

I've heard Paul Campano's voice
in my head calling me trash

for as long as I can remember.

You use it. And whatever's not useful

to you, you tell it
to shut the hell up.

Breathe with me. Come on.

No signs of forced entry.

- Would Evelyn have let them in?
- Strangers? Absolutely not.

Someone with a key?

- Hey, you feeling okay?
- I'm just thirsty.

APD's checking with
building management.

Your neighbors didn't hear anything?

Nothing.

They must've seen this picture.

Maybe that's a good thing.

Realized they were
standing in a cop's home.

And then they panicked.

Hey. You just focus on your mom.
What would she have done?

She would've looked for a weapon.

She wouldn't have been
able to reach my gun safe.

She's alone.

We're gonna find her.

Hey, you got a little
coffee around here, Beej?

It... BJ. Um, sorry, I forgot to
brew it. Uh, do I need a lawyer?

You're fine, BJ. Don't
worry about the coffee.

I do need that list though.

Oh, right. Um, sorry.

All these people are
banned from the building?

- Mm-hmm.
- Why?

Uh, well, that guy was hosting
an illegal AirBnB out of his unit.

That couple was making adult
films, which isn't illegal,

but they also made
it an AirBnB. Don't ask.

I wouldn't dream of asking.

I do need current addresses and

phone numbers for all of the people.

Okay. My boss Juanita has that

info, but she didn't show up today.

It's not like she even
has a commute though.

She lives in the building.

What unit?

105.

Well, looks like we figured out

which apartment Evelyn was looking at.

Building manager lives here.
Name's Juanita Cartwright.

No forced entry.

Mom told dispatch
that the woman let them in.

She knew them.

We have blood here.

She was knocked out, like Mom said.

They took Juanita's master key.

That's how
they got into my place. You were right.

This has nothing to
do with my mom or me.

They wanted the previous tenant.

You got a name?

Mike... something.

The Realtor mentioned it. Um...

- Cole.
- Cole?

Why does that sound familiar?

No-entry list.

Stacey Cole.

He was banned from the building
for harassing Juanita.

We need to go talk to Stacey Cole.

Stacey knew the building because his

brother lived there.
He could have keys.

- He could have my mother.
- It's your mom. Believe me, I get it.

But let's just start by talking to him.

That's why you're here.

Faith.

- We all wanna find Evelyn.
- Fine. But I can handle this.

Stacey Cole, GBI.
We'd like to talk to you.

Freeze!

Mr. Cole, your supervisor

confirmed you were working all night.

- Like I told you.
- Then why'd you run?

I don't like cops.

I don't give a damn
about your likes or dislikes.

We got a woman missing,
and you're a suspect.

Why don't you tell me why
you've been harassing the folks

who manage your brother's old building?

Harassing them?

- You're kidding me, right?
- You must've done something.

They banned you from
even entering the building.

Mikey didn't just live in that condo.

He died there.

- They don't want the truth to come out.
- Which is?

Mikey didn't take his own life.

Look. My brother was in a good
place, but that girlfriend of his,

she lied to the police to make Mikey

out to be depressed and suicidal.

- You think your brother was killed?
- I know he was killed.

And his precious Juanita knows why.

Juanita, the building manager?

Mom. Mom, come on.

Wake up. Come on.

Breathe.

So pretty.

I bought you that dress.
You never wear it.

Hug me?

Psst.

Psst. Hey.

How are you feeling over there?

Like I was punched in
the face by a grown man.

Who are you?

Oh, I'm Evelyn.

I was visiting my daughter.
She just moved in.

Faith? The cop?

GBI, but yes. Do-Do you know her?

Uh-huh.

I manage the building.

Do you know those men?
The ones that brought us here?

No, they just broke into my place.

Broke in? That is not what
you saw. This woman is a liar.

Why didn't you tell me we were
going into a cop's house?

Oh, man. Oh, man. Oh, man!

Please don't hurt us.

Is that your daughter in the
photo we saw? Your kid's a cop?

I... Where are we? Can I go home soon?

Cuffs aren't so sexy now, huh?

Tell me where it is.

Otherwise, the old lady
doesn't make it home.

Home to glory.

Same for you.

All right, so what do we know?

Mike Cole.

His death was ruled suicide. Body
was too waterlogged to be sure.

His brother, Stacey Cole,
he's not buying it.

These kidnappers who took
my mother could be murderers.

Hmm.

Why didn't we know
the building manager

was in a relationship with Mike Cole?

Because she left it
out of her statement

to the police when Mike died.

We're digging into her.

Found her fire safe, filled
with receipts and business cards

that don't seem to have anything
to do with managing buildings.

Scene of the crime, baby girl.

Let's look into his prison

associates. Find out who he ran with.

- Faith, where you going?
- Back to the condo.

Who are those men?

I don't know.

Think I heard the name Scottie.
The one in the suit maybe.

Tell me this though,
is the... is the room pink?

Little pink hue?

You've got blood in your eye.

- Your forehead, it's, um...
- Hmm.

Well, that's delightful.

So what is it, Juanita?

What's the thing?

The angry one seems convinced
you have something he wants.

Oh, that's right, dear heart.
My hearing hasn't gone yet.

Here's my truth about you.

You're working with those two.

You don't pay Scottie much mind.
That's why you gave up his name.

But you're a tad bit
afraid of the gunslinger.

Not scared enough to give him what

he wants though because, in your mind,

it's yours.

That item they're looking for,
you're the one who has it.

How'd I do, friend?

Who are you?

Evelyn's got everything in order.

Not everything.

No, not everything.

- She left you a clue?
- She left me a clue.

- Eduardo, what is this word?
- It's not a word.

It's a name maybe? An anagram.

Something she overheard?

Ooh! Why am I so thirsty?

I'mma get some water.

Hon, did
you miss an insulin injection?

Amanda, you cannot have an EMT
follow me around all day. I'm fine.

Thank you. You can go now. Thank you.

You said you were fine
earlier, and you passed out.

Are you mad at Will for
calling the ambulance too?

- A little.
- Oh. So if I accidentally gave you

too much insulin, and it killed
you, you'd be okay with that?

- I thought so.
- Okay. Look, my blood sugar is down.

I am alert and responsive.
Can we work now?

All right. Fine.

The upside-down Mioni.

It's a rare coin
worth four million dollars.

It was a part of a private collection

that was stolen during
a home burglary two months ago.

Oh. And, uh, this was
in Juanita's home safe.

Peachtree Treasures. An antique store.

I have Angie looking
into the store owner.

If Juanita and Mike were
involved with that burglary,

someone from their crew might

have killed both of
them for that coin.

Yeah, except when they went
to his condo to retrieve it,

it wasn't his condo anymore.

And they certainly weren't
expecting to find a cop's mother.

Well, we need to find out who these

assholes are, and
where they took Evelyn.

You two get down
to that antique store.

- Faith, a second.
- Okay. I'm okay, Mandy.

- Physically maybe.
- What would you do?

Move heaven and earth, you know that.

But I can't lose you in this.

Come on.

Oh, come on.

Think. Think.

Pink. Drink.

Drink.

Oh, hon.

You can't drink anything right now.

Suck on the ice chips. They'll help.

That'll help.

Where have I seen this?

Oh, God.

Think. Think.

Think.

Think!

Look at that bathtub.

No scratch marks.

Looks better this way.

There she is.

One of the guys said
something about cuffs.

She likes it spicy, I guess.

He trusts her.

He shouldn't have.

No, no, no! No! No!

The scratch marks!

Of course. It's the cuffs.

Mom, you need to be careful.

Please, I've brought down
worse minimals than Juanita.

Do you mean criminals?

What did I say? My head's not...

You've gotta hang on
a little longer, okay?

Remember, you are Evelyn Mitchell.

You're always right.

And you always know
what's best for me.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Sorry, was I baking cookies?

You're making an escape plan.

I was just coming to find you.

That antique store,
the owner is Tucker Stevenson.

Apparently, he's the guy if
you wanna sell something

that fell off the back of a truck.

So the antique store's a front?

And guess who Tucker did time with?

I don't know anybody named Mike.

You said Mike Cole? Yeah, nah.

You're a bad liar, Tucker.

You shared a cell with the man
and forgot all about him?

Maybe you're just a bad friend.

Faith here, you know,
she's my partner and my friend.

She's having a bad day.

How you feeling, friend?

I feel like breaking things.
Thank you for asking.

Ooh. Ooh, that looked expensive.

You know, I've never
seen her like this.

I'd imagine it's
gonna take a lot to stop her.

Okay, okay. I remember him now!

How's Mike doing these days?

He's dead.

Tell us about Juanita
Cartwright, and don't lie.

- Look, I wish I could help you...
- Wrong answer.

Okay, stop! Stop! Please.

I get calls from Juanita and
then she sends her guy, all right?

- She sends someone, and we make a sale.
- I didn't hear a name.

- Did you hear a name?
- I did not.

Scottie, I swear! Scottie. She-She
sends this weirdo named Scottie.

Get her.

- Weird how?
- He-He carries a-a handkerchief.

- Excuse me. I carry a handkerchief.
- Hmm.

He's like one
of those New Orleans dandies.

Always with the wide-brim
hats and suits and whatnot.

I don't care how he dresses.

Call Scottie. Tell
him you have a buyer

interested in the upside-down Mioni.

Get him here.

What...

This is entrapment.

- Mmm.
- Tucker called me.

Asked me to come to his shop.
All I did was show up.

Ah.

Right.

Because it's only illegal
to sell stolen goods

when you make the initial phone call.

Yeah. Okay, cool.
So, we cool then, right?

Put the hat back on.
I wanna see something.

- What? Come on...
- Just how stupid you are.

Scottie, do you recognize my face?

Here, this'll help.

Oh.

Yeah. That was my condo
that you broke into.

And that was my mother
that you kidnapped.

Now, look, I-I-I didn't.
I was, um... I was...

Quinfield Court.

Your dad lives in
Quinfield Court apartments.

With your grandmother?

They mean a lot to you, I bet.

- Yeah.
- They don't mean anything to me.

You, Scottie,
do not mean anything to me.

That move? The one that says
that, "I am above the law."

I've seen it on other cops, and

I've always hated it. It's a bad look.

I have fought my entire
career against that behavior.

But now... I get it.

It's my mother.

And she is the most important
thing to me in this world.

So I'm gonna need you to
look at me when I tell you this.

I will destroy everyone

and every single thing
that you care about

if you do not tell me
where my mother is.

- Where is my mother?
- Okay.

Okay. Um, just...

It'll work. It has to work.
Just stop arguing and...

Grant has a gun, lady.

Even if Scottie doesn't,
you and I are cuffed to poles.

We can't get away.

Do you have another plan, Nancy?

It's Juanita.
You can't even think straight.

Negative Nancy.

Just use your scarf.
You push it through

the cuffs. It'll protect your wrists.

It'll hurt, but you can
work the cuffs off.

And then toss the scarf to me.

Scarf can't stop bullets.

Yes, but at least with our hands free,

we'll have a fighting chance.

They'll be back soon.
It's now or never.

Just try.

Where's Scottie?

Good question.

What do you know about that, cop-mom?

Oh. You don't know where he is.

That's delicious.

I was thinking funny,

but "delicious" came out,
and I'm okay with that.

You think this is funny?

Grant, beloved, I could
be dying of a head injury.

Everything's funny right now.

Not as funny as you losing a
four-million-dollar Mioni. Poof.

- You told her?
- Oh, she was bragging about it.

She said, "Grant is so"...

What's that word you
used, Juanita? Oh. "Blind."

She said, "Grant is so blind."

And I think she's right.

She's had it in that locket
around her neck the whole time.

What was that?

Insulin.

- It causes hypoglycemia.
- What did you do?

You should be losing
consciousness right about now.

Unless of course you're
diabetic and in need of insulin.

And in that case, you'd be okay.

Hey, check his pocket
for the keys. And a phone.

We'll call for cheese on the way out.

And I'm stuck. Help me.

That's a good plan, old lady.

Come on.

Too bad it didn't work out for you.

Wait a minute. No, no, no. Hey! Hey!

I mean it. Don't you dare!
Don't you dare close...

No.

We're five minutes out from the
address Faith got from Scottie.

APD SWAT will meet
you at the storage facility.

The night manager's been
escorted from the building.

Georgia State Patrol has
cleared the roads for you.

I need you to bring Evelyn home safe.

I should be taking my Algebra final!

I know, Faith. I know.

I'm sorry it hurts so bad.
But here comes another one.

Breathe with me. Come on.

- Mommy, I'm scared.
- I know.

You can do this.

You are the only one who can
bring him into this world.

- Ow!
- That is just how this thing works.

No. No, I can't. I can't.

I can't.

- You got this. It's... He's almost here.
- Ow!

Breathe, Faith.

I'm here with you.

- I'm here with you.
- Okay.

He's so small.

But beautiful.

I just...

I want them to love him.

You don't have to do this.

Listen to me.

You brought him here. You get
to decide. It is not too late.

- But what about...
- Say the word,

and I will go out
there right now and tell

those people that
this is not their baby.

I'll help you raise him.

You'll finish school.
We'll do it together.

If that's what you want.

What are we gonna call your son?

Jeremy.

You okay?

I need you to drive faster.

We're looking for 3148.

We get Grant, and we bring Captain
Evelyn Mitchell home. Let's go!

GBI! On the ground!

Stay down!

Get on the ground.

Medic!

Juanita...

Sh-She left the c-coin.

- Brown hair...
- Don't worry, Mama. We'll find her.

Just breathe.

Mama, breathe. Breathe with me.

Good.

Well, what did the MRI say?

Contusion.

If I start spouting nonsense, I
need you to let the doctors know.

Oh, shoot. The way you talk,
how would I know?

Oh.

Don't make me laugh, Mandy.
Everything hurts.

Oh, I got upgraded to
a cast and a Hoveround.

Oh. Is that because you
exacerbated your leg injury

or they tried to "seniorize" you?

What's that?

It's when these
doctors look at your age,

and they see you giving
I've-fallen-but-I-can't-get-up vibes.

Oh, Lord.

You know, it's like
profiling for the mature set.

Stop. I can't laugh. I told you.

Pickleball.

I can't let you go
out like that, Evie.

No, I'm taking you
rock climbing with me.

Improves your agility, you know,

your hand-eye coordination, all that.

I can't, uh... I can't lose you.

- Same.
- No.

Not ever.

When you lived as much as we
have, there's a lot to let go.

And I ain't ready to
let go of you. Not yet.

We caught your buddy Juanita.

Good. Was the coin on her?

Mm-hmm. She left the storage
facility where you were being held

and ran her happy ass straight
to Tucker, the fence we arrested.

Thought she was slick.
I had the unis pick her up

the second she stepped
foot in that antique store.

What an idiot.

Complete.

But you're still a badass.

And so was our Faith.

Mmm. Isn't she?

She's come a long way.

Mm-hmm.

You done good, Evie.

Yeah.

How's your mom?

I haven't gone in there yet.

I made her feel like she couldn't

even call me when she was in trouble.

And she was in
the worst kind of trouble.

I knew I was wrong. I just kept going.

Got uglier.

What if I'd lost her?

It, um... It helps me.

Thank you.

Dude, I think you accidentally left

some caffeine in the world today.

Yeah. Yeah, I've
been a little tired lately.

I started a part-time gig.

Your money short?

Yep, divorce is freaking expensive.

And I can't lose the house.

It's the only home
Max and Cooper are...

It's... It's just temporary.
It'll be fine.

Well, let me know if
there's anything I can do.

Yeah.

Seriously. I'm here, yeah?

Thank you.

Yeah, buddy.

All right. I'm out.

Uh, Excuse me. Angie? Angie Polaski?

Yeah.

Saw your picture on the news.
I thought that was you.

- Can I help you?
- Martha Lam, DOC.

I'm John Shelly's parole officer.
You worked with him at, uh...

Yeah, I did, yeah.

- Um...
- Did he send you to talk to me?

John actually asked me
not to talk to you.

- Yet...
- Uh...

You're the only person
he's trusted in a long time.

And I'll do whatever's good for

my guys whether they like it or not.

Look, he's applying for a new
job since the Waldorf fired him.

Um, can he put you down
as a reference?

I can't get involved.

Nobody's asking you to
be friends with the guy.

I mean, you don't
even have to see him.

Just vouch for his work ethic.

Say he was on time. Most of
these places don't even call.

No.

Sorry, no.

You found me.

It was a team effort.

Led by you.

Mandy told me.

You're pretty good at the cop stuff.

Mom, listen,
I am so sorry for saying...

No, don't go there.

You are a grown woman.

You bought your own place.

And I came in there acting
like a meddlesome busybody.

I mean, who does that?

A retired police captain
who's bored out of her mind.

Ew. I don't wanna be her.

I also don't want to
be the mother whose child...

adult child,

has been holding on
to hurt that I caused.

Is this the concussion talking?

- It was contusion.
- Hmm.

No.

The day you told me
you were having a baby...

I did go straight to my bedroom,

and I screamed.

But not at you.

I was never angry at you.

You took so long to tell me

because I didn't make you know that...

that it was safe with me.

I was angry at myself
for neglecting to

make your world, your-your home safe.

I never knew that.

Ever since that day, I have
been embarrassed and ashamed.

I'd hoped you'd forget.

I didn't.

Of course not.

I hate that that memory
is imprinted on you.

That tantrum I had,
it had nothing to do with you.

I am so sorry.

You and Jeremy are the best things

that ever happened to me.

What about Zeke?

Eh?

So, does this mean you're not
gonna tell me what to do anymore?

Oh, God. You ask so much of me, Faith.

Okay.

Except...

- The curtains, I knew it.
- The curtains?

- Mm-mmm.
- No.

Unless you want to change the
curtains, then I support that.

Okay.

The one thing I demand you do

is take those dance classes.

You'll be great at it.

How do you know?

Because you're great
at everything you do.

Oh.