Will Trent

Previously on Will Trent...

What if I took her in?

What you gonna do with a 14-year-old girl?

Fair point.

Actually, I think I have a better idea.

You don't seem like you belong here.

Thanks, but you don't know me.

Oh, I-I didn't mean it bad.

No, I just belong here a lot more than you might think.

You know, sometimes our paths, they choose us.

I think I'ma be sticking around for a while.

And it's Special Agent Will Trent.

Despite the, uh, concerns

raised by my baby brother, a lot of work has been done

to put us in this position, all right?

Yeah, and a lot of cash will fly right out the door as soon

as we sign the paperwork.

So buy less coke, all right? Pick a nostril.

I like this one.

Marcello, he just got his 30-day chip.

Oh, wow. What is that? 13? 14? Congrats, bud.

Wow. He's got jokes.

I think the structural arguments do merit discussion.

We have a fiduc...

Fiduc...

What's going on?

Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God. Olivia! -Are you okay?

I don't know. I don't-- Help! Somebody help!

Rocco, do something.

Sir.

Get out of the way.

-Sir! Sir! -Hey.

Call somebody! Hey. Hey.

We have a medical emergency. Sovrano Industries, 53rd floor.

-Is he having a heart attack? -I don't know.

Sir?

I don't know.

What is happening?

-Sir, breathe. -Sofia.

You're okay. You're okay. Just breathe. Just breathe.

Can I get some help, please?

"A homophone of 17-across." How is that even a clue?

What's 17-across?

"Husky, harsh or raspy."

Will, what is the holdup?

Hoarse.

We have an emergency.

Look at these.

Gorgeous. Now let's see 'em on your feet.

They're covered with tiny teeth marks.

- Betty, what's going on, girl, huh?

Why you chewing on daddy's shoes?

Maybe she's mad at you.

Betty is not mad at me.

Maybe she's sad.

Maybe you left your shoes on the floor

and she chewed them because she is a dog.

Plus, it looks like you could use a new pair anyway.

What? Took me forever to find this color.

Brown.

Brown is a color family, Faith, okay?

There's a huge difference between chocolate and walnut.

Oh, my God. Fine, just put the shoes on.

Okay.

First case back,

why's it gotta be rich people, huh?

They treat us like we're on their payroll.

Yeah, I wish we could just leave this with APD.

-Hmm. -Hey, speaking of APD,

has Angie had her hearing yet?

Yeah. Um...

Haven't heard anything, but decision should be soon.

That's good.

What? I'm fine.

Nico, call Dr. Bouchard,

see if, uh, she has time to see Betty.

Let's make sure there's nothing wrong.

Sure.

Wait. What's a homophone for hoarse?

Horse.

I got a call about a body?

-It's William. He's dead. -Excuse me. Sorry.

-William? William's a swan? -Hmm.

He's a cob.

That means boy.

Princess Kate's a pen. That means girl.

They mate for life, just like vultures and puffins.

I'll call Animal Control.

Just take him.

Keep the body at the guard house until it's picked up.

You know, you don't have to mate for life.

Who's to say? You may be better off without him.

I mean, it's not like he arrested you

in front of everyone you know,

but still, there are other swans.

Why not fly away, find a new pond.

Princess Kate can't fly.

And neither could Prince Williams.

Their wings were clipped so they can't leave the Waldorf.

I'm really identifying with that, Poppy.

Oh.

Alma, what happened? That looks like it hurts.

She fell in the middle of the night

when she was going to go to the bathroom.

-Right, Alma? -Next time,

I'll turn on the light.

I've seen many chickens get their wings clipped.

It doesn't hurt them.

Did you know but one rooster can serve up to 20 hens?

I did not. I did not know that. That seems fair.

Yeah.

Alma.

If you ever wanna talk, I'm a really good listener.

-Thank you. -You know where to find me.

In the little house by the gate. With no air conditioning.

Marcello Sovrano is conscious and stable.

His sister Sofia's alive but in the ICU.

And the general counsel? Jacinta Banchoff?

Pronounced dead on arrival.

Doctors ruled out food-borne illness,

say symptoms are consistent with poison by ingestion.

We'll know more once we get the toxicology.

Oh, wait. Let's keep the denim jumpsuit.

She'll look cute in that.

Amanda, didn't I tell you

that Sunny's gonna wanna pick out her own clothes?

That child would be a fool not to let me dress her.

Yeah, because parenting is easy.

They all do what you want and say thank you.

Agents. You can speak to him now.

Bye.

We're paying seven figures annually for security,

and my baby sister's got a tube down her throat?

Someone let this happen and I want their head.

Mr. Sovrano, we appreciate your anger.

And if our investigation turns up shortcomings

in your security staff, we'll be sure to let you know.

However, we must remind you

that our primary concern is finding out

who killed Jacinta Banchoff and poisoned your siblings.

Jacinta, man. I can't believe she's gone.

-I know, buddy. -And Sofia.

She has to hold on, man. She has to.

-She's gonna be okay. -She has to.

You certainly spend a great deal on security.

Has your company been the target of any recent threats?

Any individuals who might wanna hurt you

or your board members personally?

Take your pick.

We've got resorts all over the world. Cruise ships. Airlines.

There is always some delusional do-gooder

threatening us, protesting us,

accusing us of destroying the planet,

or society, or whatever.

I'll take that as a yes.

We'd like to speak to your older sister,

Francesca, as well.

Is she coming to the hospital?

Franny lives in Europe.

We're not exactly close.

I've tried the Geneva and Paris houses multiple times.

Still haven't been able to reach her.

I'm so sorry.

We did everything we could, but your sister, Sofia, she...

No, no, no, no, no.

No.

No, no, no, no!

Cause of death? I don't know, boredom?

Uh... Can you please just come pick it up

as soon as you can? Please?

Thank you.

High crime day here at the Waldorf.

You suspect fowl play?

Wow. Y-You should be ashamed of yourself.

Okay. Well, enjoy the day.

-And the aromas. -Ah...

And the company.

You know what, Bill?

May I call you Bill?

You're lucky.

You got out.

What the heck, Bill?

Hello.

Ormewood, I need a favor.

Francesca, Marcello, Rocco, Sofia.

Their parents, Emilio and Eleanor Sovrano,

both deceased, founded Sovrano Industries.

Rocco, he's the middle brother,

and in my personal, unbiased opinion, a tool.

He thinks it was an act of protest.

Outside agitator.

Hmm. I'd buy it.

Someone trying to make 'em pay, hold 'em accountable for once.

Only no one's taken credit.

We've done background checks on everyone

who entered the building, and so far, we got nothing.

I think we should be looking for a different motive.

We'll continue to interview witnesses and employees.

We also have agents trying to locate the fourth sibling,