Will Trent

Previously on Will Trent…

Adelaide knows where my uncle is.

Adelaide!

I'm sorry, bud. She's gone.

Antonio could be dead or worse. Nobody has any answers.

The best way to get to Antonio has to be Jeb Oswald.

What is Adelaide doing?

I get my instructions from somebody else. His name is The Commander.

- Adelaide must really trust you. - We understand each other.

- What's this? - We'll be in touch.

You have no sightings of Adelaide Trevens?

No, it has not rung yet.

He's my family, Ange.

They're gonna find him.

Help! Help me.

No drugs.

Just a student ID and a library card.

We've got stolen mail, fraudulent loan applications.

Sweet Dylan Rome. What are you doing here?

Well, this room's a DNA nightmare.

- Let's get these bagged. - All right.

Let's follow this blood trail.

Two more casings right here.

9-mil, same caliber.

Hey, let's make sure we get these bagged up too.

Yeah, there's a trail.

Shooter had to come this way.

The evidence techs are gonna have a blast bagging up all this trash.

That bench has your name all over it, Franklin.

No, looks better in your house.

Ah, jackpot.

Brand-new video game system out here all by itself.

You think that's Dylan's blood on it?

I mean, no. Otherwise, how did he end up inside?

Maybe Dylan was shooting at someone trying to steal a video game system.

That kid is not a killer.

Maybe we found our second victim.

Could still be alive.

- Hey, let's bag this. - You got it.

- Huh. - No one here is gonna tell us anything.

Well, there is that guy.

Can't hurt to try.

It absolutely can.

Excuse me, sir.

The shooting, you see what happened?

No, sir, I'm blind.

Great. Let's pull whatever camera footage we can find.

Hold up, we got a witness right here.

The witness didn't see anything, literally.

Yeah, but he's blind.

That's exactly what I just said.

Haven't you heard of Daredevil?

Maybe his senses got sharper.

The man got ears, a nose.

Kid you're looking for ran for his life, got shot.

Some Good Samaritan scooped him up.

Did you happen to see…

- Any idea who pulled the trigger? - Not here.

- Maybe you buy Mac a sandwich first? - Yeah, okay. Franklin?

I'ma start calling hospitals. You take his order.

What do you want, like, a ham and cheese?

Not if you want me to talk.

That's ridiculous. How can they say there's no metadata?

There's always metadata.

That's the whole point of metadata.

They're the FBI.

Oh, you think I'm holding out on you, huh?

Caroline, is there any new intel on Adelaide Trevens

that we have not forwarded to Special Agent Trent?

No, ma'am, you gave me clear instructions to share everything.

- I've kept a spreadsheet. - I appreciate it, Caroline. Thank you.

You just mad she's making you wait.

I mean, why give me a phone if she's not going to use it?

He's alive, Will. You and I both know that.

- Printed copy of your speech. - Oh, thanks.

- Speech? - Oh!

Deputy Director Wagner…

…is giving a speech at a leadership conference

with some very important people.

It's just a hotel ballroom. Sad lettuce and weak coffee.

With some very impressive people.

Well, I'm very impressed.

I keep telling you, you should be.

Okay, I'm going.

If that Adelaide phone rings, I am leaving wherever I am,

no matter who's there.

- You understand? - Yeah, who else am I gonna call?

I keep telling you.

I ruined the potatoes.

Nico.

What happened? Let me see.

- It's not that bad. - It is that bad.

I see bone. Keep it elevated.

No, that's potato.

No, it's not. Okay? You got to keep it elevated.

- We're going to the ER. - Tell Betty I love her.

Okay. Come on, Nico.

She has hair.

I hope she's a redhead.

There's hair inside my uterus.

- It's gross. - Absolutely.

- Right? - Yeah. But also amazing.

- I mean, right? - I mean, yeah. It is. I mean…

If you think that's gross, just wait.

Try to enjoy this time. It's the calm before the storm.

Thank you, Dr. Gundis. We will.

Sorry.

Hey, they made it almost the full hour.

Almost.

"Bus accident." We got to go.

So from here on out, I want to see you every week, okay?

Just to make sure your sweet little angel is happy and healthy.

And it's time for desk duty.

So soon. I thought you could make it another month or two,

you know, maybe through labor...

- It's fine. I'm ready. I can do it. - Okay.

- Excuse me, I need Dr. Chambliss. - I'll see if I can find him.

Tell him it's about Kevin's eyes. It's urgent.

I don't know who this is worse for, you or Nico.

Woman, it was an emergency, okay?

And in case you forgot, I can't read,

so I went to the one place I know how to get to. Just…

Big mistake. You'll just get sick sitting in the waiting room,

and you'll end up in urgent care, where you should've went in the first place.

Yeah, whatever.

Here. I got you.

It's… What?

Who's helping you? I bet it's not anyone with medical training.

Okay. Much obliged.

Down with King George.

Okay. Um, I'll call you when I get out of here.

I'll talk to you in 20 years.

Ha ha.

- It's a madhouse today, huh? - Just another Tuesday.

Hmm.

You have to hold it.

- I know, but you've gotta hold it. - What are you doing here?

Hey, Seth and I had baby stuff upstairs.

- Wait. No. - Hey.

Give it.

Hey, how did you let this happen? I told you to get rid of that mandoline.

A mandoline is an excellent tool when used safely.

Are you blaming the victim?

And why is it called a mandoline?

Oh, you prefer "they-them-doline"?

How about a "cut-your-hand-oline"?

Dr. Chambliss? I need to talk to Dr. Chambliss.

- Please stay in the room... - Why isn't anybody listening to me?

I need to speak to Dr. Chambliss. There's something wrong with my son...

He is making his rounds right now.

Dr. Chambliss, Kevin's eyes are still moving.

You told me that they would stop.

Something is wrong. I'm telling you, it's a seizure.

Your son is fine. He's stable.

It's normal for his eyes to move.

As I've explained, he's been sedated so the bullet in his neck stays put

until we can move him to surgery.

As I explained, he gets seizures.

I know people like you don't like to listen to people like me,

but if you don't, he's gonna get brain damage.

I'm his mother. I know that there is something wrong.

I'm his doctor. I'll take a look at him when I have a chance.

- Hey, don't you walk away from me. - Look, you can leave.

Or you can explain to social services why your pupils are dilated.

- Why won't you listen to me? - How about we get some air?

Get your hands off of me! You are cooking his brain. You're gonna let him die.

He is stable, we are helping him. You don't know what you're talking about.

Excuse me, I'm Special Agent Will Trent with the GBI.

Great. Get her out of here.

"Get her out of here"?

Whoa!

Down, get down.

Nobody leaves until my son gets help.

Mmm…

Great sandwich.

You know, most places don't soak the bread crumbs, so…

then the meatballs get tough.

You know, Mac, you kind of agreed to tell us

what you know when we bought you that sandwich.

I can't do this.

Any time, man.

Just before Jesus comes back.

Osiris. Real scary dude.

He took over the block about a month ago,

and since then it's been hot.

Hot like the equator in August, you understand?

You see, anybody can plant their flag in the mud.

But it takes time for that flag to stand on its own.

The mud needs to dry, you feel me?

So Osiris is trying to prove to everyone in town he's not a punk.

As a result, he's been extra violent.

Arm for a hand, a head for an eye.

Forget precedent. This is "prece-don't-try."

But that's what it takes, you understand?

Yeah, we understand.

Amen.

A-Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

So as I was saying, I hear those two boys going to that trap house.

Couldn't have been long before I started hearing gunshots.