Will Trent

Previously on Will Trent...

Are you really gonna move in with Ormewood?

Post-divorce life is expensive.

Ormewood needs some passive income,

and I just need a place to stay.

Jeremy's gonna deliver the bag.

What you did is called drug trafficking.

It's a felony.

This is gonna kill your mother, you know that?

Do we have to tell her?

This young man is my confidential informant.

You are helping the DA's office

build their RICO case to take him down.

This stays between us.

Hey, um...

You sure you have to go?

You know, Betty and I would love it if you stay.

Wouldn't we, girl?

Oh, yeah? I know. I hate that I have to leave,

but I... I have a thing.

Oh, a mysterious thing.

No, it's just a thing. A class thing.

Yeah, it's just, um...

I have a juggling class.

Marion Alba, you're taking a juggling class?

I mean, I don't wanna turn you on too much,

but I do have a little arthritis in my hands.

I had no idea that you were, uh, secretly a clown.

Hey, there are many respected clowns in my class.

I'm very sure. I'm just...

constantly surprised by you.

Mmm.

Hey, what are you up to this Friday?

Oh, uh...

Nothing much. I'm just, um, getting older.

Wait a minute. It's your birthday?

Why didn't you say anything?

Oh, I'm not really into it, you know.

I come from a big family, and they forget every year.

It's a real Sixteen Candles situation,

so I just don't make a big deal about it.

It's just another day.

It's definitely not just another day,

and it's a very, very big deal.

Now, I would love to celebrate you.

May I take you to dinner?

How can you say no to us?

You can't. Look at these brown eyes.

Look at us. Give her the look.

Whose brown eyes am I looking at?

All four.

Fine, fine. You can take me to dinner.

Yes! We did it, girl.

Oh. Well, wait. Let me get one of those.

I gotta go.

All right. Bye, girl. I'll let myself out.

Bye.

Hey, Jeremy. Everything okay?

Man, I'm kinda spinning out.

Listen to me. You're doing great.

All right? Rafael's back to ignoring you, right?

Business as usual?

-Uh-huh. -That's great.

That's what we wanted. Okay, you're okay.

Now...

...I want you to start paying attention to paper.

Right? Contracts, bills, receipts.

And who does the books.

I need you to listen for a name.

And if I could do that, I can stop being a snitch, right?

Soon.

I promise. I'ma get you out of this.

-Man, if I get caught-- -You're not getting caught.

Be smart. Lay low.

You call me if you need anything.

Will? Took you long enough. I'm coming to pick you up.

-What's the case? -It's kind of a non-case.

One of Amanda's bougie friends called in a favor.

Her daughter's missing.

She probably just snuck out of the house.

Okay, I'll, um... I'll get ready.

This way.

You sure Whitney's not at a friend's house?

I reached out, and her friends haven't heard from her.

Hmm.

Where were you?

Wellness retreat in Florida. No phones.

Whitney is incredibly independent

and self-sufficient. I wasn't worried.

And it was your husband

who noticed the security cameras were off?

Yes, Kwame.

Did, uh... Did you put these here?

That was there when I got home.

Kwame's doing some work with our foundation in Malawi.

The cameras were off for several hours

before he noticed.

The three of us are the only ones who know the code.

Has she ever turned them off before?

No.

I know what you're thinking, but she's a straight-A student.

She spends her time in the science lab,

not sneaking out of the house.

She's going to MIT in the fall.

Do you know if she's seeing anyone?

No, she hasn't mentioned anybody to me.

She's too focused on school.

And that's her car in the driveway?

Yes.

And her wallet is still here too.

And I can't find her phone.

What if... I just have such a terrible feeling.

Don't let your mind go there.

Whitney? Whitney! Whitney!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- No! No, let me see my daughter! - You let me see my bab--

I'm sorry.

No! No!

No!

Whitney! No!

Hard to hide anything in here.

- Man, this room is cold. - Check in her socks.

That's where I used to hide the notes Charles would give me.

Hmm.

Oh...

Good call.

Whitney's DMs are vicious. Trash-talking, gossip.

Lord knows I do not miss high school.

Oh, look at this one.

Sent last night to somebody named Elijah.

"My parents are out of town. Come over."

I'll talk to Michelle, see if she knows this kid.

Hmm.

Drugs. Boys.

An ID in a sock that I doubt is real.

Hey, you had your secrets, didn't you, Whitney?

Do you really wanna talk about secrets?

Excuse me.

You put your partner's son in danger.

Maybe stop all the judging and solve my murder.

-What the hell's going on? -Come on.

You talk to dead people all the time.

Whitney McAdams.

Bingo, it's me.

Fantastic.

Elijah Buckley is not a teenager.

He is 32 and the choreographer of the Belle Rose League.

They're having rehearsal right now.

I don't know what a Belle Rose is,

but you can explain it on the way.

Shotgun.

And-a-one, and-a-two, and-a-turn.

And hold. Heads up.

Arms strong, shoulders down. Next phrase, everybody.

And one, and-a-two, and...

Why am I hearing talking?

Wow.

Oh, yeah, Belle Rose is the highest echelon

of Atlanta society.

Black excellence, wealth and exclusion.

I know that look.

I'm the Chapter Director, Lorraine Potts.

Are you considering Belle Rose for your child?

- Good Lord, no. - Oh.

Will Trent, Georgia Bureau of Investigation.

This is Faith Mitchell, my work partner.

We'd like to speak with your choreographer,

Elijah Buckley.

Oh, dear. You can use my office.

Elijah?

I prefer to keep the door open.

As a matter of fact, I'm recording this.

Mr. Buckley, can you tell us where you were last night?

What's this about?

Whitney McAdams invited you over.

She did.

I didn't respond. It was inappropriate.

Is Whitney accusing me of something?

- Where were you last night? -Why?

Whitney was murdered.

Oh, God.

I was... I was teaching a dance class

at Beltline Dance Studios.

Then I had dinner with friends.

Why would a 17-year-old girl invite you over?

She has a crush.

I shut it down, but she's relentless.

-Do I need a lawyer? -Not if your alibi checks out.

Just don't leave town.

Unless I'm under arrest,

I can move about my life as I see fit.

Oh, my God, she's dead?

Well, I guess the news is out.

Yep.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah. Poison ivy, huh?

Yeah, I'm never taking these kids hiking again.

It was supposed to be a wholesome family activity.

How is it possible that neither one of these kids knows

what poison ivy looks like?