Will Trent

Previously on Will Trent...

This is Antonio.

-He's my uncle. -Lucy's brother.

Family is everything.

Lucy Morales, she was your mother.

She died in childbirth.

-Where did you get that? -Bitch, it's mine. Hands off.

Hand it over. It's Lucy's.

I loved your mother. Maybe I can love you.

You killed her, then put me in a trash can.

You murdered sex workers and sewed their mouths shut.

You know the way the mind of a serialist works.

Show me one painted fingernail.

I hope it brings you relief that he's gone.

You like it.

How's it going with Daddy?

Where'd you get this? No.

Get out of my head!

I don't know.

Are we sure I'm not crazy?

We don't really use that word anymore.

Is this about Ulster?

Are you still hearing him in your head?

He's driving me nuts.

See? That's the look I was trying to avoid.

Stop projecting. This is my listening face.

Are you using the tools?

Exercise, podcast, work.

I do miss sitting still and relaxing, though.

I think that you live a rich and creative inner life,

and you do it to make sense of a world that just doesn't make any sense.

Or I'm crazy.

So, when Ulster shows up, does it seem like he's actually there?

No.

-Well, I can tell the difference. -See?

Not crazy.

We all hear voices in our head.

Sometimes they're annoying or downright destructive,

but usually they're just trying to help us in their own misguided way.

-Whose side are you on? - It's not Ulster.

He's you.

He's a part of you that needs to be heard.

So, let's start with this.

The next time he shows up, rebrand him.

Rebrand him?

Give him a new name, a new look.

Take his fangs away.

It's your brain. You call the shots.

He can't hurt you anymore.

Unless you let him.

What do we got?

Male, 24, found tied to his own bed about 3:00 a.m.

Multiple stab wounds to the chest.

Okay, so why call me?

Is this a sick joke?

It's got to be a copycat.

Someone who knew about Ulster.

When did he die?

Uh, early a.m.

Some defensive wounds, but not many.

Probably asleep when it started.

-Amanda know about this? - I texted her.

She's at her support group. She'll be here any minute.

Red nail polish is off.

This is more vermilion.

The stitches are sloppy. They rushed it.

Probably an amateur chasing headlines.

Appreciate the heads-up. I'll help out however I can.

I'll let you take the lead on it.

Got an ID on our John Doe. Trent, you're gonna want to hear this.

His name's Antonio Morales.

Eduardo, call Antonio.

Calling Antonio .

- - ¡Saludos!

-You've reached Antonio Morales . -

Damn it.

Is there any way the name is a coincidence?

Copycat Ulster kills a guy with my uncle's name,

drops him in our laps.

That's some coincidence.

- -¡Saludos!

But why? What's the play?

Feels like we're dealing with a lunatic who knows about me

and he's coming after my family,

or there's a serial killer specializing in men named Antonio Morales.

Either way, I gotta go.

Go where?

Puerto Rico? You could have given me some advance notice.

It's a three-hour flight. I'll be home before dark.

I wanted to get here as soon as I could.

-Well, that could have been a-- -Coincidence? Yeah, I know.

You believe that?

-No. - Me neither.

Antonio's my family.

I only have two blood relatives left on the planet,

and I need to know he's okay.

There are cops on that island who could've taken care of that for you,

or you could've brought Faith.

Look, I don't want to argue about the past.

Okay, let's talk about the leads.

Boot print at the scene.

Tread matches a vintage boot with a narrow pool of buyers.

One of them also bought a Ka-Bar with a blade that matches the Morales wounds.

He sounds interesting. Who's this guy?

Jebediah Oswald, ex-con.

Petty assault, indecent exposure.

He's no mastermind, but he's got a screw loose and a nasty streak.

-I like him for this. -We're tracking the address.

All right. This is it. I got to go. Keep me posted.

Agent Trent?

Agent Elkie, FBI.

-Who sent you? -You were flagged at the airport.

Why is GBI poking around on federal turf?

Not poking around. Checking in on my uncle.

-You tried... -Antonio!

-You tried calling him? -Oh. No, uh, hadn't thought of that.

Yes. I called him dozens of times.

You sure he's not busy?

He's single, he's on sabbatical, and he always picks up.

Agent Trent, you break that door, you break the law.

I'm GBI. Antonio!

GBI has no jurisdiction in Puerto Rico.

He's my family, okay? And I need to find him.

I need to know he's okay.

[person speaks Spanish on intercom]

Antonio Morales.

You coming?

FBI!

-What the hell? -Antonio, Antonio, it's me.

Will? Will, what the hell are you doing here?

-Por favor, Sofia. -¡Déjame!

Don't you call first?

You know, I called ten times. I thought you were dead.

I was busy.

Well, obviously.

And you are?

Lana Elkie, FBI.

Antonio Morales.

As you can see, I am very much alive,

and in demand.

Tell me, how did a lovely creature like you end up in an organization like that?

And with such soft hands too.

Okay, you can let go of her hands now.

Look, I'm sorry that I ruined your sexy time, but...

...I, for one, am happy you're alive.

Ah, forget it. She was married.

You probably did me a favor.

Look, Antonio.

I need you to listen to me, okay?

Your life is in danger.

Will, you're here. You're here.

That's tremendous.

Oh, man, you look thirsty, and so do you.

Who's drinking?

Um...

Let me put on some pants.

Make yourselves at home.

-That's my uncle. -Mmm.

Yeah.

Oh, jewel of the junkyard.

Jebediah Oswald. GBI, open up.

Geez. Really?

GBI! Stop! Hey, he's running!

Oswald, stop!

Hey, stop!

Oh.

GBI, stop!

Hey!

What the f...

No.

I know what you're thinking--

piña colada, touristy--

but we must reclaim what is ours.

You know this drink originated right here in San Juan in the '50s?

Chacho, quit being a bloodhound for a minute and cut the garnish.

You know, the lock on your door is busted. Someone could just walk right in.

-It's been like that forever. -I can post a couple of guys outside.

No, no, no. One fed in my kitchen is bad enough.

You put cops out there, my friends will never talk to me again.

Look, I need you to take this seriously, okay?

A man named Antonio Morales was found tied in his house,