Will Trent

Previously on Will Trent...

I'm sorry, this is a little hard for me.

-Antonio. - Uncle Antonio.

You look just like your mother.

-Let me take you to Puerto Rico. -What?

You're getting better.

I don't know about that, but I love seeing where you're from.

There's a part of you that's from here too.

If there is, I don't feel it yet.

Mijo, you're so hard on yourself. You're special.

Catalina.

- - Javi, what happened?

Javi, is Catalina okay?

-See? -Yep.

And there.

Yep. Also...

Yep.

She was like family to us.

Her mom's devastated. Catalina was her only child.

I am so sorry.

Amanda, this is Ramos Delgado and his wife, Isabella.

He is cultural attaché from Colombia. He sponsored Catalina's visa.

Hmm. Amanda Wagner, Deputy Director, GBI. Sorry for your loss.

Thank you. It's terrible. She was so young.

Is there any reason to suspect foul play?

Our ME is here with my partner. I'll go check on them.

-We'll need a tox screen to confirm. -

How we doing?

The power couple from Bogotá would love an update.

-Poison. -Poison.

-How do you know? -Lips are blue.

EMT said they were blue when they found her, central cyanosis.

Fingertips cyanotic too.

-So she wasn't getting oxygen. -Long list of poisons with those effects.

She was dancing moments before she hit the floor.

-It was fast-acting. -That's a shorter list.

-No injection sites, no residue. -Even shorter.

If it was mixed into a drink or food,

anyone in this room could've slipped it to her.

These people wanna go home.

Well, I have bad news for them. We need to talk to everybody here.

Half these people are foreign nationals who do not speak English,

and at this hour, we are not going to be able to get an interpreter down here.

I have two years of Español. I got this.

Yo, where are you from?

Atlanta, but my mother's from Puerto Rico.

If you're Puerto Rican, why does your Spanish sound like that?

And for real, why does your English sound like that too?

What did he say?

Catalina was, uh, good at dancing.

Ramos. Speak in English, my love.

Ah.

My apologies. I was under the belief you were Puerto Rican.

Well, so was I.

I can't believe she's gone. Catalina was my dance partner.

Javi, I know this is difficult, but I'm gonna need you to tell us

everything you remember about Catalina's last hours.

We were together almost the entire night.

We were rehearsing the final group number for closing ceremonies.

This late?

The after-party is where the real dancing takes place.

Dancers come to unwind.

Catalina loved to talk trash. She was bold like that.

Did you see her eat or drink anything?

No.

She didn't like to eat or drink when she was dancing.

- -

I wonder how many more of these we have.

Hmm.

So you're not gonna say anything? Hmm?

What?

Really? You don't notice anything different about me?

-What, did you get a haircut or something? -

Oh! The suit. The suit. You went from green-brown--

To brown-green. Yes. Yes. Night and day difference, isn't it?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. And now that I see it, it's big.

But it's almost, like, too big. Like I might need a minute.

-It's a lot to process. -Hmm.

Sarcasm. Hmm. Well.

Subtlety and attention to detail never were your strongest currencies.

Hmm. Excuse me?

Special Agent Trent.

Oh. Did you go from greenish-brown to brownish-green?

I love it. Eyes popping.

Bonbon Chiffon.

Thank you for noticing, Bonbon.

It's what I do.

And you also dance salsa.

Oh, well, I'm the MC, but yes, of course I dance salsa.

And people have got to stop getting murdered around me.

My sensitive, sweet, gorgeous, single soul can't take it.

What can you tell us about Catalina? Did you know her?

Know her? I was obsessed with her.

Her attitude, her skin, her tetas .

I used to watch her do her makeup every night.

It was like a sacred ritual.

The closest thing I've ever had to a religious experience.

How well did you know her?

Not at all.

But I love the idea of her.

Can you show us where she did her makeup?

Of course.

This was her station here, bendita .

God rest her soul.

Door was propped open, no cameras, no security.

Which means the dancers, musicians, even fans had access.

Special Agent, why am I only just now learning that you're Puerto Rican?

I don't know, Bonbon. It didn't seem relevant.

-Being Puerto Rican is always relevant. -

Uh! Put that down. It's a crime scene.

How did you know I was Puerto Rican?

Oh, everybody's talking about it out there.

-They don't like you too much, Agent. -Hmm.

So which side is the Puerto Rican on?

It's my mother.

Oh, so your dad's German.

What? No.

-Then where does the German come from? -There is no German.

It does seem like there's a little German.

Maybe it's because you're so, like, tight, you know,

but that's why we get along so good, papi,

because you're like this and I'm like this. You see?

Okay, let's get back to the case.

Javi said that Catalina didn't like to eat or drink before she danced.

So if the poison wasn't ingested...

This makeup's different from the rest.

Maybe it was absorbed through her skin.

No.

-Death by contouring? - We need to get this to the lab.

Y'all got a body makeup lab?

In the meantime, do we release the hostages?

They're not hostages, they're witnesses.

And, no, we can't let them go yet.

Hola . Hello. Is this... is this on? Um...

How do I... Does anybody know how to... how to work this? Um...

-Oh. Oh, my God. -

It's on. Okay.

Oh. Can you hear me?

Sorry. Too close. Uh...

Thank you all for...

Hey, yo. Just speak English, bro.

Yo, can we leave or what?

Not quite.

Still have a few more interviews and we're also waiting on some test results.

Should be really quickly. Only a few more hours.

I have rehearsal!

-But we're bringing in sandwiches. -What kind?

-Actually, I-I don't know. Probably tuna. -

I'm sure there's a vegetarian option. Oh, and some turkey breast.

Oh, my God. I wanna go home!

- -

Aha!

Long night?

Max had a sleepover last night.

Five boys. One bathroom.

That sounds like torture.

Jesus, Heller.

Put a bell on, man.

Do you remember that forensic science symposium last fall?

I told a professor that her criminology class

could dig into one of our cold cases.

They're set up in the press room ready to pitch their findings to the both of you.

-Absolutely not. What about Franklin? -Findings? No. No.

-What about Franklin? -He's out. Sick. Be nice.

-How old are they? -College age?

-No. No, no, no. -I don't know how to talk to them.

Hey. He will say the wrong thing, you know he will.

They're gonna tell HR on me. Is that what you want?

Any dead body.

Bloated, picked over by animals,

something that will stick with me forever. Please, Heller?

Have fun.

Beverly Rutledge, 63, life devoted to service,

stabbed to death in her woodworking studio, April 2003.

There was a halfway house on Beverly's block.

It was the obvious play for the police at the time.

Makes sense. House full of criminals.

-Yeah, except they were wrong. -

Can we stop with the whooshing?

This is Toni Hollis.

She lived in the halfway house after serving four years

for killing her boyfriend, Andre McCoy.

Claimed self-defense, pled down to manslaughter.

She was spotted in Beverly's woodworking studio more than once.

Cops legit thought she did it, like prime suspect, case closed.

But the DNA didn't match at all.

After that, nada, case went cold.

Okay. And?

So we dug into Toni's transcript and interview notes.

In her interview, she mentions a guy in a yellow Cutlass tailing her

the night of the murder on Beverly's block.