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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,

Francesca.

She lives in Europe.

Damn it. Who are all these people who can pay cash?

Oh, you lose out on another condo?

You're selling your house?

It was a rental. I'm ready to buy now.

Fresh paint. New construction, new life.

Except, apparently, everybody but me has $400,000

laying around in cash.

-You should ask for a raise. -You should focus on the case.

Fine. Until we can identify the source of the poison,

let's assume that the targets were random.

What if they weren't?

What if the targets were Marcello, Rocco, and Sofia?

Jacinta just took Rocco's dose by mistake.

All family. So you're thinking inheritance?

Francesca Sovrano is estranged,

she's the only one who didn't join the company.

If something happened to the others,

she would inherit everything.

So you're thinking she orchestrated this from Italy?

Or Geneva. Or Belgium. Or the Maldives.

Oh. I'm going there next spring.

Not if Sunny's still with you. You're going to Orlando.

Francesca isn't in Europe.

She's been in Atlanta for the last two days.

Call me Franny, please. Francesca is so pretentious.

Ms. Sovrano,

can you tell us what brought you to Atlanta this week?

Don't answer that.

Do your siblings know you're here?

-They-- -Don't answer that.

How would you describe your relationship with your siblings?

Don't answer that.

Is it correct that if they all died,

that you would inherit a controlling stake of the company?

It's time to leave.

No matter our differences,

Sofia was my baby sister and I'm devastated by her death.

-Stop. -And I don't want anything to do

-with that company. -Stop talking.

Why do you think I moved away?

My family thinks they can just go through life

breaking things and breaking people

and never taking responsibility!

Francesca, stop! Enough.

Well, she asked my to do her a favor, so I'm doing her a favor.

We're all doing here a favor.

-You might say we're giving her a hand. -This is nasty.

Hey.

-Hey, Ang. -Hey, Ang.

Hi, Angie.

Fingers crossed for your post hearing.

Ha. Good one, Pete.

Can we move this along, please?

This was a fascinating challenge.

-It's not every day that I'm asked to-- -Pete.

Fine.

Fingerprint wasn't in the system,

but I'm gonna say male, 40s.

Uh, amputated within the last 24 hours.

Uh-huh.

Likely slammed in a heavy metal door, possibly a car.

There's rust residue in the wound.

Yeah, no reports of digit-less dead bodies.

No unaccounted for amputations at the ER.

And since there's no law saying you have to report severed body parts,

-technically there's no crime. -Sorry, Ang.

Sometimes a finger's just a finger.

Someone is hiding something.

Maybe you should just report it to Kathy Thrusts.

-It's Kathy Humps. -Oh, Humps.

-Who? -She's a...

-It's... Don't matter. -Yeah.

No. The only advantage I have is that whoever did this

thinks they got away with it.

Oh, I swabbed under the nail, got some skin.

DNA may help us ID an attacker.

Oh, good.

Also, found some traces of chicken poop.

Chicken poop? It's not swan poop?

-I hate it here. -Could be from fertilizer.

Or just a chicken. Right?

This is good. This is good. Thank you. Bye.

Finger guy. Swan. Chicken.

Anyone else feeling a throuple?

I'ma shoot everyone in this room.

Hi. I'm so sorry. I have to...

I have to enforce HOA regulations,

and your sign is in violation.

-Yeah. -Hi, Angie. You want a muffin?

-Sure. -Okay.

Careful, pumpkin. They're hot.

That Kathy Humps, am I right?

Here, come on in. Come on in.

-Thanks. -Yeah.

Mmm.

Thank you.

So you own a poultry plant?

That explains why Poppy knows so much about birds.

Well, we prefer to call it an egg farm.

It just sounds homier.

Right.

Uncle Davis. We made muffins.

Oh, that's great. Thank you, honey.

I'll tell Alma you're here.

So, uh,

recent?

Mind if I ask?

Accident down at the farm. Caught up in some machinery.

Oof. Couldn't be reattached?

Too mangled, I guess.

They tired, but...

That's why I'm happy to hide out in upper management.

Alma, you going somewhere?

Her mom's sick.

She's gonna go stay there for a while.

Oh, preciosa.

Here. I want you to have this.

And my necklace too, since yours broke.

Why don't I walk you out? Say bye?

We should really get going.

Airport traffic's gonna be a bear.

"Breaking things and people."

What exactly do you think she means?

Sexual assault, for starters.

I talked to Luke. He gave me the dirt.

Oh, how's he doing?

Job good? He like DC?

Oh, sure. Now you care about Luke.

I never had a problem with Luke.

Luke moved to DC?

You've been gone a long time.

Don't expect everybody to catch you up.

Okay. As I was saying, Rocco, the jerky one.

There have been rape rumors for years. Never been charged.

Hmm. Well, money makes people shut up.

Fast. Luke give you anything else?

Marcello's an alcoholic, but that's an open secret.

And supposedly, him and Jacinta have been having an affair.

Llamada de Nico. Llamada de Nico.

Amanda!

What kinda animal answers someone else's phone?

Well, it was yelling at me to answer.

Hello?

-We'll talk about this later. -Hello?

So? What did the vet say?

-The vet said she's severely traumatized.

-What? -Not really. She's fine.

But she could be.

After all, you did rip her away from her home and her things

and the people who love her.

Nico, you shouldn't play like that. You had me worried.

Now, enough is enough. When are you gonna let me off the hook?

I dunno. Why don't you just focus on yourself and your job

as you always do.

-Betty and I will be just fine. -You need to stop. Okay?

You know I am devoted to that dog and to you.

And if I haven't told you already,

I actually love the lava lamp. It's a wonderful touch.

Nico?

Nico?

Maybe instead of eavesdropping on my private affairs,

you could've sorted this case out?

Well, don't look at me. I'm here to supervise.

All these motives and people, that's your job.

It's like a soap opera.

Wait. I know how we can sort it out.

Can I use Caroline? And maybe Ormewood and Franklin?

-Caroline. -Yeah?

Do you have any Popsicle sticks?

Of course.

Look. I ran the guy's plates.

Not so much as an unpaid parking ticket.

Yeah. Well, I can't arrest him for lying

about how he lost his finger.

Hey. Mitchell needs us upstairs later.

-Why? -I don't know.

Maybe we should just cool it. Okay?

Especially while you're waiting for POST results?

You think I'm being ridiculous?

No. No. I think you're really close to getting your job back.

So maybe just pump the breaks on the fake investigation

so you can come back and do the real investigations.

It is not a fake investigation.

I talked to the other nannies and Alma's mother is not sick.

So, where is Davis taking her?

Right? She could be in danger.

Ang, we'll follow up. Okay?

And maybe Pete's fingernail swab will pan out.

Just... be smart. For me.

Please.

Hi.

Hi. Hi. Oh, my gosh.

It's so good to see you.

Hi, baby girl. Hi. It's so good to see you.

Thank you.

Is this my kerchief?

Come on.

I missed you too.

This place is...

Kinda creepy, right?

Yeah.

You ever gonna talk to Will?

I dunno.

I guess it depends on if I get my job back

and we have to work together.

I'm still mad at him, but...

I think he's sad.

Betty, what are you eating?

Is that a candy necklace?

What's left of it.

Guess that means it's time to get you some real food.

Here.

No. Let her keep it. It looks good on her.

You know you don't need an excuse to come see me, right?

-Just call me. Anytime. -Okay.

Okay.

-See you soon. -Bye.

Are you looking for something?

Oof.

You scared me. Jesus.

The handle's busted.

It only opens from the outside,

with this.

All right. Welcome to the Sovrano case.

We're gonna bring this murder board to life

by assigning each of you a role

from the case. All right.

Your name and any information

we've gathered about you is on your cards.

You also all have masks.

That's right. Feel free to use 'em.

We gon' get to the bottom of this.

So, like a murder mystery dinner thing, huh? Fun.

'Ello, everyone.

My name is Olivia Broadus, and I am Marcello's assistant.

-Olivia doesn't have an accent. -Actor's choice, sweetie.

-Wait. Can we trade? Your guy seems cool. -Sure.

So, I am Marcello Sovrano.

And I'm his brother, Rocco.

And I have a checkered past that may include assault

and catching vermin.

What are you talking about?

It says he's a "trapist". They catch wild animals, right?

No. And that's not a T, Ormewood.

That's a plus sign.

Wait. Hold on. This guy's a rapist?

No, no, no, no. Switch me back.

-No way. -I'm Jacinta Banchoff, General Counsel.

I'm Sofia, and I have a secret.

Actually, you all do.

I didn't get any cards.

Because you're only here to elucidate the forensic results, Pete.

Well, I'd like to elucidate that I'm being underutilized.

I've been taking improv classes for over ten years.

Really? That's amazing.

-If you wanna come to a show-- -Probably not.

Okay. Pete. Forensic results.

-Go. -Fine.

The victims were poisoned by ethylene glycol.

And based on their stomach contents, it was likely syringed

through the tops of their fresh squeezed juices.

I had the kale.

I had the grapefruit.

And I had the beet juice. So, this was random.

Not quite. So, one beet juice was poisoned.

One grapefruit juice was poisoned.

But all the kale juices were poisoned.

Well, I'm the only one who likes kale.

-I'm the only one who drinks it.

That means Jacinta was the real target.

The others were just cover.

Okay. Now we're getting somewhere.

Rocco should've been the real target. He sucks.

Hey. Get into character. Use your mask.

It's not fair.

That was the first grapefruit juice I'd had in three years

and there was poison in it?

Why did you suddenly choose grapefruit, love?

Well, I'd finally stopped taking my Valium.

-That was my secret. -Hold on. How come he survived?

Marcello had high levels of blood alcohol.

And alcohol's an antidote to ethylene glycol.

You and I were having an affair, which was against policy.

Could that be why you were targeted?

I highly doubt anyone in this awful family cares

about your stupid affair. Okay? Rocco was an accused rapist.

And all y'all have no problem protecting him.

I care.

I know you only see me as an assistant,

but according to all the other assistants at the company,

I love you, Marcello.

And I always have.

Which means that I hate Jacinta...

for stealing my man. Innit?

Yeah, but if she really loved Marcello,

then why would she risk poisoning him too?

Oh, another fizzy water with a splash of lime, Deputy Director?

That's it. A good assistant

knows everything about their boss.

Olivia knew Marcello was an alcoholic

so she made sure he had plenty of liquor in his system.

That was her way of protecting him

in case he picked up one of the poison juices.

You saw how upset Olivia was when Sofia died.

She wasn't expecting her to choose grapefruit.

Oh, my God.

It was me.

It worked.

Kathy can't find it. She's calling a locksmith.

- Okay. My turn. - Okay.

Yeah, I got one. What's your sign?

- Taurus. - No. Really?

-Taurus. -I'm getting water sign.

No. I'm Taurus. I'm the bull.

Are you s... I don't think you know what your sign is.

What?

Hey.

Score one for your gut.

DNA under the fingernail match the parolee who just got out.

A real sicko, too.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

I mean, he raped and murdered a 17-year-old. Cut out her tongue.

We're gonna head over and pick him up for questioning.

Wait. Where? Here?

Yeah. Yeah. The guy's a handyman or something.

His name's Jonathan Shelley.

Okay. Funny enough, I am not at the guard shack right now.

I'm locked in a shed with our handyman, John.

Hang on. We'll be right there.

Angie. You okay?

Yeah.

Because if you're claustrophobic, it helps to lie down.

You know, close your eyes.

I'm okay.

Police! Open up!

-Don't move. Don't move. -What's happening?

Get up. Let's go.

He wasn't even on my radar as a suspect.

Maybe I really shouldn't be back on the force.

No. Don't talk like that.

-What? -He wants to talk to you.

You don't have to.

Uh-uh. We take him to the police station.

-We call his parole officer. -Five minutes.

-You a civilian. -Five minutes.

What...

Can't believe you're a cop.

I'm not anymore.

I didn't kill Alice Finney.

Okay. What if I said I believe you?

I believe you didn't kill Alice Finney.

- Did you hurt Alma? - No.

I was trying to protect her.

What happened?

I was changing a bulb. Okay?

One of the path lights.

And Alma was walking fast. Looked nervous.

She had one of those expanding file folders.

It looked like it was stuffed with papers.

And, um... And then that big guy.

-Poppy's uncle. -Davis.

I saw him coming and he looked angry.

He was shouting something about papers. "Where are the papers?"

And Alma just shoved the folder at me, okay?

She said, "Hide these." Then ran.

And Davis grabs her, he knocks her down...

I dropped the folder and jumped on him. Okay?

I-I slowed him down.

But he threw me off and kept going after Alma.

Well, then what?

I didn't see. I heard the door to the shed slam.

I heard him cursing. And then he came back, hand all bloody...

Why didn't you report this?

Because I didn't want any trouble.

Davis told me to keep my mouth shut

or he'd say he caught me stealing.

I can't go back to prison, Angie.

I brought Marcello a gin right before the meeting.

-He drank it in his office. -Just gin?

He says mixers just get in the way.

Are you in love with Marcello?

What? No.

Hey, you're not jealous that Jacinta was sleeping with him?

Maybe you decided to get her out the way?

No, I... That's not...

Look, I don't have feelings for Marcello. Okay?

Okay. Maybe I did back when I first started, but...

This job is a big opportunity for me.

My parents work at a laundromat.

If I do well at Sovrano, my future is set.

I worked like hell to get a chance like this.

So, why would I ever, ever do anything to jeopardize it?

All right. Well, we'll talk to Davis Fierro

and get his side of things.

Keep John in custody until his story checks out.

Double homicide. We gotta go.

Wait, wait, wait. What about Davis?

What if he has Alma right now?

Soon as we can, okay? I promise.

Just hold tight. Don't do anything reckless.

I need the rest of the day off.

Absolutely not. Our community has been traumatized.

Kathy, I quit.

Go hump yourself.

Olivia's the one who picked up the juice order.

She kept the bottles in her office until the meeting.

Yeah. But other people had access, right?

When she wasn't in the office.

I don't want it to be her either,

but until we know more...

Don't you get it?

This thing is gonna get pinned on the person

who lacks the resources to fight back.

-That's not gonna happen. -It happens all the time.

Is Olivia here? She in custody?

Are you here, you little traitor?

Hey! All right. Mr. Sovrano, you need to step back.

-Calm down. -You arrested my brother's assistant?

Questioned.

What the hell? What are you doing in Atlanta?

Olivia had nothing to do with this.

How do you know?

Why are you talking to them? Our brother is in the hospital.

I will not stand by and watch my family

railroad yet another person from lesser means!

What the hell is going on out here?

-Oh, Saint Franny. -Hey. Settle down.

Yeah. "I'm so moral. I care about the little people.

I only use my private jet when I absolutely have to.

Which is every single time I fly."

You shut up.

What you waiting for? The e-vite?

Get in there. Do something.

-Stop it! -Hey!

-You need to stop it right now. -You're a disgrace!

I want that woman released.

Absolutely not. I want her arrested right now!

We don't work for you.

The GBI will charge or release whomever we damn well please.

Faith, Will, let security know if someone needs an escort.

If I had to lose a sister, it shouldn't have been Sofia.

Ms. Sovrano, this is your chance to do the right thing.

Jacinta contacted me. She asked me to come.

She was going to leave the company.

Did the others know?

She was going to announce it at the board meeting.

But my siblings, they have eyes and ears everywhere.

I'm sure somebody found out.

You really think that someone poisoned three people

just to prevent Jacinta from quitting?

It wasn't just that.

There were things Jacinta wanted to discuss with me.

Things that she would only talk about in person.

What things?

Ms. Sovrano, I understand.

You know, the thing about family is, they're family.

You can reject each other,

you can put distance between you and them,

but no matter what,

even when you know having them in your life

will lead to pain...

...they're family.

I can't help it.

I love 'em.

You know, sometimes loving people...

means letting them take responsibility...

for the things they break.

Hey, this is Ormewood. Leave a message after the beep.

Hey, Ormewood, uh...

I'm just thinking.

John said they were arguing about papers.

So, do you think maybe immigration papers?

The family owns a poultry plant.

They probably rely on foreign workers.

Even if they're here illegally, if Davis has their visas,

then they're powerless, so... I dunno. Maybe just...

Can you run it by the AG's office?

See what they can find?

Go. Go on. Move it, move it, move it, move it. Let's go.

I know you're in here. Come on out.

Did you send backup?

Good. 'Cause I might have done something a little reckless.

What is it?

Jacinta Banchoff was about to resign

and go public regarding the cover-ups

of multiple sexual assaults.

Committed by you, Rocco.

-Get out. I'm calling my lawyer. -Well, call his too.

Because he's the one who's been making Jacinta clean up

your messes all these years.

Including the death of a hotel housekeeper,

who fell off a bridge after she refused to sign an NDA.

She was about to destroy the company.

You couldn't let that happen.

This is absurd. Marcello was poisoned.

Sofia died. He would not--

No. No, no, no, no.

He poisoned himself to throw off suspicion.

Knowing that as long as he had enough alcohol in his system,

he'd survive.

You were willing to sacrifice a second innocent life,

just to further obscure the trail.

Only it ended up being your sister's.

I'm sorry.

No. Tell me this isn't true.

I'm so, so, sorry, Rocco.

"The raid resulted in the arrest

of multiple executives and managers

accused of detaining workers with H-2A visas

under the conditions of forced labor.

The operation would not have been possible

without the brave actions

of Alma Marquina, herself a former employee of Happy Hens

and a..." stubborn-as-hell-rent-a-cop

with a gorgeous sobriety sponsor.

-That's me. -Good job. Way to go.

Polaski.

POST's decision came back.

I had a discussion with the Chief.

So...

Let's make sure that this is the last time

I have to welcome you back.

Yes! Yes!

Thank you.

-Yes. -Come on, baby. Welcome back.

-I told you. -We should celebrate.

We should celebrate you guys. You wanna go to Kay's Slaughterhouse,

drink nonalcoholic sodas and watch me get smashed?

I wish I could, but I got a date. He's a doctor.

Oh, okay.

Those are called appointments, Franklin.

I am not gonna miss having you as a partner, Ormewood.

-You probably will. A little. -Nope. Not at all.

-Nope. Sure won't. -All right. I'll take him.

The DA's filed to overturn all NDAs

associated with Rocco Sovrano and Sovrano Industries at large.

Francesca is creating a victims fund.

She's vowed to compensate everyone

who's been harmed by her family's company in any way.

So pretty much the entire world?

Yeah, we'll see if she puts her money where her mouth is

once she has to start selling off her houses.

Hmm.

Oh. Speaking of which. Here. Come take a look.

-A condo. -Mm-hmm.

I was talking to Quan. He details my car.

The unit's in his building.

It's a great price and he says there's not gonna

be a lot of offers.

I'm sorry, the man who details your car owns a condo?

He's very good.

Why aren't they expecting a lot of offers?

Well, the last tenant died there.

Left a little bit of a mess.

Other people get turned off by a dead body,

but it's just another day at the office for you.

Not bad.

-Hmm. -Well, give Quan a call.

Thanks, Aunt Mandy.

Angie.

Thank you. They're releasing me.

I heard what you did. And about Alma. Is she okay?

She'll be fine.

That's such a relief. Maybe you could tell her--

John. Rape and murder of a 17-year-old girl.

We're not friends.

So, how is it?

I'll admit, there are certain upsides to having you back.

I thought you'd like it.

Hey, girl. What? You hungry too?

Is that, um...

I found it. I'm sorry.

No. It's okay.

I took Betty to see her.

Oh. Um...

How'd that go?

Do you think, maybe, you and Angie might ever...

I'm sorry, Nico. I don't.

Hey, um... Why don't we go sit at the dining table, huh?

Gotta rip the Band-Aid off sometime, right?

Sure.

Yeah. I know. I know.