Bull

I need makeup over here, please.

I know, we're on time.

Come on, guys. Let's go.

Hey, want to finish her up?

Bull.

Bull?

Hello?

You and your observation game.

All right. What do you see?

This hair guy hates his model.

She's a handful.

And in the back there, they're having an affair.

And your former boss is one tough cookie.

Will, will you please keep up?

Nella's still a hard-ass.

That's Ms. Hard-Ass to you, Mr. Chunk.

Nella. You know my boss, Dr. Jason Bull.

You've only had one real boss, and that was me.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, and, uh, that's Will.

He's the new me.

Hi.

And I love your futuristic theme.

When do I get my iScarf?

When Will invents it.

Him and his fancy science degree.

God, he's such a disappointment.

Will?

If that reporter gets close to the finale gown,

you're fired.

Okay. Got it.

Will.

Nella's still anal about...

- Design theft, I know. - Okay.

Thank you.

Hi there. I'm Jason.

Hi. I'm Allie.

Allie.

I know I look like a stoplight.

Well, you could definitely cause a traffic jam or two.

Have a good show, Ms. Stoplight.

Welcome to Fashion Week.

We met in this exact spot

three years ago.

You wouldn't let me date whatshername.

I wouldn't let you?

Jason, he saved you.

I saw that girl,

and you dodged a missile.

Chunk, it looks like you finally did

something right in the fashion world.

You know what? Don't come for me today.

Okay? I'm here for the show.

Chunk. It's okay.

You look gorgeous, J.

That's Kira Petrova,

new face of Nella Wester's print campaign.

Look at that silhouette.

Not everybody can pull off white gold, but she does it.

Ah. Speaking of white gold. Diana.

- Texas Diana? - Yes.

Oh. Oh, my.

It's dirty, isn't it?

She knows where I am, she's just trying to distract me.

I knew I liked her.

It's Nella, not Kira.

And she wasn't even supposed to model today.

Brava! Brava!

Once a model, always a model.

She's still got it.

Nella! Nella! Oh, my God!

Is there a doctor in the house?

I need some help.

We're at the Armory. My friend,

she's collapsed. She's not breathing.

I can't get a pulse.

And we need some help, you got to hurry.

Would you stop taking pictures?

The fashion world is in mourning

after the sudden death of renowned designer Nella Wester.

Rumors have surged lately

that she had an undisclosed heart condition.

Sources close to Wester say she's a recovering drug addict

but had been clean for years.

As fashion luminaries gather at a service later today,

the medical examiner's office works hard to determine

the cause of Nella Wester's death.

I just know it was a brain aneurism.

My aunt had one.

Dropped dead in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner.

Jessica, it was a seizure.

I saw her face when she died.

It was a mask.

Easy.

People are hardwired to gossip. It releases endorphins.

Fine, fine.

I'll say it: Nella O.D.'ed.

She didn't sew, but she loved her needles.

Chunk, I know it hurts.

Brent. She's been clean for ten years, shut up.

Jean-Carlo, you're so sensitive.

Who's Prince Charming?

He's Brent Orlov.

Nella's biggest competitor,

and a vile, vindictive douche.

Hi, Chunky.

You afraid he's right?

That she fell off the wagon?

No.

Well...

This is crazy.

There's one way to find out.

Hey, Dr. Bull.

Tough day.

Yeah. Uh, this is Kira,

my fiancée.

Oh, congratulations.

Thank you.

I am a lucky one.

Will, I have one question for you.

Was Nella using heroin?

- Bull. - Excuse me.

What? Excuse me.

If it isn't Neil Pike.

Ah, Jason Bull.

Did you know Nella Wester died of arsenic poisoning?

What?

Oh, my God.

Are you sure?

Yeah. It was no accident.

Her dress was infused with trivalent arsenic,

which absorbs through the skin.

She was dead the minute she put on that dress,

she just didn't know it yet.

Oh, my God.

William Mercado,

you are under arrest for her murder.

What? You, you can't be serious.

Kira, let him go. This is a mistake.

- Let him go. - Wait. No.

- You can't be serious. - Go, Chunk.

What... What did you do?

Nothing. I swear.

What's your favorite game, Will, checkers or chess?

Don't think about it, just answer.

Uh, neither. I like Pictionary.

Will Mercado wanted to watch Ms. Wester die.

It wasn't enough to kill, he had to humiliate.

It's sickening. Numerous employees...

What are we doing?

Due diligence.

And heard Mercado

threaten to kill her. He simply snapped.

And he's got a PhD in chemistry.

Are you done now?

Pike's a renegade.

Forces early arrests so he can pressure people to plead out.

He's a bully with the NYPD as muscle.

No.

What?

You want to defend the man

that killed my friend?

What if Will didn't do it?

And you get this how?

He's not a chess player.

Think about the spectacle of the crime.

Nella dying right as she hits the runway.

The right amount of poison.

The right amount of time.

It takes planning. Thinking six moves ahead.

This...

wasn't chess, Bull.

She was my mentor.

I know, Chunk.

Mr. Pike, they wouldn't let me go with him.

It's not a field trip, miss.

He's a criminal suspect.

Will couldn't have done this.

Can you at least tell me where they took him?

Look, I can't help you.

Please. Please.

If facts reveal Will may not have done it...

are you willing to just sit by?

Let's at least look into it.

Okay.

Bull.

You better be right.

So, Nella had 25 full-time employees,

dozens of contractors, several million in loans

and a handful of volatile investors.

And she was abusive.

Lots of people could have wanted her dead.

Speaking of which.

Temp forgot to charge my phone.

Again? When are you going to replace your assistant?

When I find someone I like.

Bull, it's been a month.

The temps ain't cutting it.

I knew I should have brought Chunk.

What? Why?