All language subtitles for Youre Killing Me (2026) S01E02 The Wedding.en

♪ Tell me

♪ Is it a sin

♪ To love you?

♪ Is it a sin?

Oh!

What the hell?

It's after 8:00
and you are late!

Where are you?

Oh... my... God.

You have an intercom?

Doesn't everybody?

In the Smithsonian maybe.

Meet me in my office
in ten minutes.

My house, my rules!

Ugh!

Just kill me now.

There she is, at last.

I don't know about you,

but most people
take weekends off.

Well...

"most people"

are not on the New York Times
bestseller list.

Look at this place.

It's like a shrine...

dedicated to you.

Your desk is over there.

Oh... a TV tray?

So, what's with the tent
and chairs outside?

It's for the wedding.

A wedding?

Are you getting married...
again?

Not my wedding, I'm hosting.

Cool.

So, where are the whiteboards?

- The what?
- The whiteboards?

We need somewhere
to outline the story.

Or do you use index cards
and painter's tape?

'Cause I've got some in my bag.

Why do you have painter's tape
in your bag?

Because you write
the story beats on the cards,

and then you tape them
to the windows.

Not to my windows.

Then how do you outline?

I don't.

I'm a Pantser.
Seat of the pants.

I go where the story takes me.

You can't do that
with True Crime.

True Crime has structure.

It's different from something

that you just
pull out of your ass.

Okay.

Let's get one thing straight.

If this partnership
is going to work,

you are going to have to ditch
the Gen Z superior attitude.

"Superior attitude"?

Your desk
is literally on a pedestal.

It's not a pedestal,
it's a design feature,

and we have wasted
too much time.

You need to start writing.

Start writing what?

The Nash book.
What else?

W-Where are you going?

To talk to the caterer.

The guests are coming at 11:00.

Jess!

I was reviewing the menu--

Oh, no,

don't you dare
make any changes on me now.

I just want to make sure
that there are no peanuts

in the sauce
for the spring rolls.

- Yeah.
- The best man is allergic.

Oh, I know you don't like him,
but we have to be careful.

If you're
throwing a wedding,

how are we supposed to get
any work done on our book?

First of all,
you don't "throw" a wedding.

Second of all, I am working.

My wheels are always turning,

and third,

I'm the senior partner
in this relationship.

I give the directions,
you carry them out.

I need... to go talk
to the florist.

Have a productive day.

Wait, um--

What just happened?

Welcome to my world.

Okay...

it looks like we're adding
caprese bites to our trays...

Whoa!
God... I'm-I'm so sorry,

I didn't think
anyone was in here.

It's okay.
I just moved in.

You must be the groom.

Groomsman.

I thought
we were changing in here,

but back up,
you said you live here?

I am working
with Allison Chandler.

Except that right now,

I am working,

and she's doing a wedding.

Uh-huh.

And what are you working on?

A book,

except the hag
doesn't have a clue

how to write True Crime.

I didn't realize

she was working
with a writing partner.

She is now.

Word is,

her publishers want to put
Selena St. Cloud

out of her misery.

Send the old girl
out to pasture,

and put her down
like a lame dog.

Oh, you can't say
things like that here.

It's treason.

Don't get me wrong,
sharing a byline

with a New York Times
best-selling author?

But she is just
so supremely messed up

in so many ways.

I mean, a wedding?

When we have a deadline?

- Are you going?
- God, no,

weddings are nauseating,

and she didn't invite me.

Then I'm inviting you.

She clearly
doesn't want me there.

That's why
I think you should come.

That...

and I like you.

Why?

Because you called
Allison Chandler a hag.

Yeah.

Okay, I'll come.

I like you, too,

but I don't know your name.

Oliver,
what are you doing here?

Oh, just getting to know
your new writing partner.

You can do that later.

Okay, you're in your old room,

and you need to get changed.

Wait, your old room?
You lived here?

Yeah, of course, he did.
He's my son.

Your son?

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, it was more fun this way.

And why is your friend
getting married

at your mom's house?

Because her backyard
is bigger than Disneyland?

Todd and Oliver
went to school together

from kindergarten
all the way to college.

Can we go now, please?

I'll see you at the wedding.

What do you mean,
"I'll see you at the wedding?"

She's--
She's not going to the wedding.

I am his date.

No, you're not his date.

She's not your date.

She's got work,

which she is going to do

without ruining my windows.

I think she's still coming
to the wedding.

Well...

at least wear a bra.

We're way behind schedule.

Relax, Mom.
It's gonna be fine.

Mrs. C!

Hey, look at all of you!

Oh, so grown-up!

Oh...

Hey, Brandon...

You are looking
very best man-ly.

And you're
more ravishing than ever.

Ooh, someone started
a little early

with the champagne.

Cooper...

Hey, have you found
someone special yet?

I did.

But she dumped me.

No...

Mom, please.

"Please" what?

Coop and I go way back,

to when you kids spent
the summers here during college.

I miss those days.

Todd,

I'm thrilled for you.

Oh, thanks.

Willow and I are so grateful

for everything
that you've done for us.

It's my pleasure.

Let's get you guys upstairs
so you can get ready.

Oh, wait, the rings.

Can I take a teeny peek?

Please.

Look at that.

Oh, they're gorgeous.

Didn't you say
we were in a hurry?

Oh, sorry, yeah,
I just got carried away.

Oh.

Boy, Willow has got
some skinny little fingers, huh?

Oh!

Yeah, there we go, all good.

Got my workout for the day.

Okay, right on, there we go.

Okay, let's get you guys
upstairs,

so you can change, okay?

Okay, you've gotta be downstairs
in half an hour.

Don't be late!

I got it. Thank you.

Thanks, Mom.

Ms. Chandler!

Ah, Willow!

- Hi!
- The beautiful bride!

You look radiant!

Oh, congratulations
on finishing med school.

Well, it took long enough.

Oh, who's counting?

This is Dana.
She's my maid of honor.

I remember Dana.

You were Willow's roommate
at Shaftesbury College.

Are you a doctor now, too?

God, no.

I hate science.

It was totally not for me.

I design jewelry now.

Wonderful.

Dana's so creative,
she made something

for everyone
in the bridal party,

including you.

I'm honored.

Oh.

Thank you!

Wow!

Look at that,
it's just somethin'.

I have matching earrings
if you want the complete look.

Oh, no, no... No...

Uh, no, no, this--

I mean, this is
a stand-alone piece.

I can't thank you enough
for all of this.

You better get changed.

We can talk later.

Thank you.

Come on.

Ugh...

Well, I'm glad to see
you dressed for the occasion.

Unfortunately, none of
my ironic t-shirts were clean.

Red isn't usually worn
at weddings.

I don't usually do--

Jesus Christ,
what the hell is that?

It's... special jewelry.

If you're Wilma Flintstone.

Did the astronauts
bring that back to you

from the moon?

The maid of honor made it.

You do realize
that there's people

taking photographs of you

with that boulder
around your neck.

Thank you.

Ah.

Oh, no. It broke.

What a shame.

Huh.

It's fine,

I don't care if you guys
want to kill each other,

but just do it
after my wedding.

As you wish, Groomzilla.

- This?
- Really?

Whatever, man.
I really mean it.

Look, Brandon, how many times
do I have to tell you?

Don't be such a douchebag.

This is serious, okay?

Hey, man, lighten up.

Look, it's my wedding,
so cut the shit.

That's not
what this is about.

Let's not
get into this right now.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I always cry at weddings.

Because of all the alimony
you have to pay?

Shh!

You may be seated.

We are gathered here today

to join Willow and Todd
in holy matrimony.

Willow...

do you take Todd

to be your lawfully wedded
husband?

I do.

And Todd,

do you take Willow
to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

May I have the rings, please?

That's great, thank you.

These rings not only represent
the love that you share

between one another...

Dude, you all right?

But they also represent

the perfect circle of...

Oh, my God,
is he okay?

Brandon, are you all right?

Get your rescue pen.

I have it here.

You okay?

Brandon?

- Is he all right?
- Hey, hey.

You're okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Brandon!
- Oh, my God.

Willow.

- Does anyone know CPR?
- I do!

Come on, Brandon.

Stay with me,
stay with me, stay with me.

Brandon!

He's gone.

I can't believe
this is happening.

I'm sorry.

You okay?

Yeah.

Oliver, can I see you
for a second?

Can I get a plastic bag
for this?

I think Forensics
will want to see it.

Why?

Look at the casing,
someone's messed with it.

It looks like a pinhole
that's been sealed.

Smell this.

Why?

Just stop being difficult
and smell it!

Peanuts?

Didn't you say that Brandon
had a peanut allergy?

That's why he had
the rescue pen, Captain Obvious.

What if

someone took
Brandon's rescue pen,

and switched it
for a doctored one?

All you would need
are the proteins

to trigger anaphylaxis.

If you're right...

Brandon was murdered.

I think I'm right.

We should tell the police.

Hello, everyone,
listen up, please.

Um, I am Detective Kerrigan.

I know this has been hard
on everyone,

however,
this is now a crime scene,

and you are all witnesses,

so we're going to
have to interview all of you.

I'm going to ask
for your patience.

With all of that,
in the meantime,

I sure that Ms. Chandler
can make sure

that you're all
very well taken care of.

The bar's that way.

I don't think we've met.

I'm Oliver Shore,
Allison Chandler's son,

and also her attorney.

Detective Jack Kerrigan.
Nice to meet you.

Since you're taking statements,

I thought
I'd volunteer to be first.

Yeah.

Follow me.

The groom didn't look too happy
with the best man.

Did you see them all arguing
before the ceremony?

I have known these kids
for years.

How could one of them
be a murderer?

I say we find out.

Okay, but these are my guests,

so I do the talking.

I thought you two might need
a little something to eat.

After all that,

I'm not hungry.

This one's gluten-free.

I guess I'll have one.

So I was thinking--

It's been a tough day,

but I did kinda see you
dis Brandon earlier

when he tried to give you
a high-five.

I'm sorry that
my new writing partner

is so rude.

No, it's fine.

I mean, yeah, I was
a little pissed off at Brandon.

He was acting like a clown,

but, you know, the truth is,
I owe him.

You "owe" him, how?

He was the genius
behind Snake Fly.

That's the software company

that Cooper and Todd built
with Brandon.

- No, he was--
- Right, yeah,

I've heard of Snake Fly.

You guys created AI

that writes its own
self-evolving code.

You're a total disruptor.

I mean, we're actually
supposed to get

our first big round of funding
on Monday.

Well, that's awesome.

Now that Brandon's gone,

who gets
his share of the profit?

Cooper and I,
we'll just split it, I guess?

Hmm.

Well, I'm sure that dough
will come in handy,

now that the two of you

are starting your life together.

What's that supposed to mean?

- Oh--
- You just finished med school,

right? So...

I'm guessing you've got
a shit-ton of student loans.

Well, I'd be lying
if I said it wouldn't help.

Is there any more bruschetta?

I'm starving,

and I heard the caterer
might get arrested.

Where did you hear that?

Got a text from Dana.

She said she saw the police
take her somewhere

for questioning.

I'll go check on
that bruschetta.

I'm standing outside
the stately home

of best-selling author
Allison Chandler,

where the temperature
is a mild 75,

but the forecast is murder.

Hey!

Get off of my lawn!

Who is that?

Connie Newsome,

the weather slut
from Channel 49.

She bugs the crap outta me!

Out to get me
since the day she got here.

I've had enough!

What the hell?

Oh! Wrap it up!

Jeez!

You're crazy!

Let's go!

This is your vehicle.
How do you explain it?

I--
I don't know what to tell you.

I did a job last week

and I used peanut oil
in the chicken satay,

and then I put the bottle
in my truck.

Is that a crime?

Did you know the deceased?

My daughter, Laura,
went to college with him.

How well did she know
the deceased?

Well enough to fall for him

and get herself involved
in a cheating scandal.

And you blamed Brandon Hayes?

You're damn right I did.

She never
went back to school after.

Hey.

How's it going, Sherlock?

Thought I'd let the cops
take the field.

Give them a chance to catch up.

- Ooh!
- Whoa!

Oh.

You okay?

Speaking of.
Nice catch.

I did play sports
in Junior High.

Ah, dammit!

These are my only heels.

I hope your mom doesn't have me
thrown in the dungeon

for not wearing shoes.

She only does that
on Christmas.

Okay.

I'm going to have
one of my officers

take a full statement from you.

Am I in trouble?

We just want to ask you
a few more questions.

I'm so sorry
about this, Jess.

No, there's nothing
to be sorry about.

He is just doing his job.

I can walk on my own.

I'm not a criminal.

Jessica is not the killer.

We've known each other
for 25 years.

Oh, you two have known
each other for 25 years?

- Yeah.
- Oh, that's a valid defense.

Oh, no, wait, it's not,

and by the way,

that's the same thing you said
about Lee Granway.

Oh, yeah... and I was right
about Lee, remember?

If you're right this time,
it'll be a short interview.

Hey, tell me something,

are there always so many murders
in Founders Cove?

Don't try to change
the subject.

I've got a house full
of hungry guests, okay?

I need my caterer
to foam my figs.

I was gonna come find you

after what happened happened,

but there was just
so much going on.

I've been a real shit date,
haven't I?

Are you for real?

I'm at a wedding with a murder.

But I know that
Brandon was your friend,

so you must be having
a tough time.

He was more of a frenemy
than a friend,

but he didn't deserve this.

It's fine.

I'm fine.

You don't--
You don't have to play

the emotionally-suppressed male
with me.

If you want to let it out,
let it out, feel the feels.

Hmm, I'm more of
a "forgo the feels"

kind of person.

Like hag, like son.

Did I mention
that I'm really sorry

for calling your mother a hag?

You don't have to apologize.

It was pretty funny.

What I'm trying to say is,

I'm here if you want to talk.

I appreciate that.

I'm so sorry
about all this.

The police are doing their best
to find out what happened.

Let me top that off for you.

There you go.

Where have you been?

Just chatting
with some of the guests.

What happened to your shoes?

The bottom of the heel
came off,

so I can't wear them.

It's not like
I did it on purpose.

I'll take that.

This whole day
has been a nightmare.

Oh. Oh, great, and look,

look at where that branch
came down.

The gardeners were supposed
to trim those trees this week.

Everything has completely
gone to shit around here.

I know that this
is hard for you to hear,

but not everything
has to be perfect,

even at
an Allison Chandler wedding.

"Perfect" has been
in the rear-view mirror

since the best man dropped dead,

and now
there's a killer on the loose,

at my house,

but it's the irony that gets me.

Here I am, the Queen of Romance,

and I'm hosting
a beautiful wedding,

and what happens?

Someone dies.

It's a cosmic metaphor
for my love life.

Maybe because
no one can live up

to your misguided ideals
of what romance is about?

Let's talk about you instead.

Oh, I hate weddings.

Why?

It may have to do
with the toxic patterns

inherent
in the classic love story.

Please, don't hide behind
that Gen Z bullshit.

You hate weddings

because they bring up issues
you don't want to think about.

Oh, please, enlighten me.

First of all,

your mom and dad promised
to love each other forever,

and they let you down,

and worse,
your mom disappeared.

It can't be easy.

I remember one time,
I wanted to play dress up.

As what,
a construction worker?

Don't interrupt.

I went to the attic,

and I found my mom's
wedding dress,

and she let me try it on,

on one condition--

that I promised
I wouldn't grow up too fast.

I never thought
I'd have to grow up...

without her.

Hey, listen to me.

No matter what you think,

I know she really loves you.

Why?

I mean, because
you can "read" people?

Because I'm a mother.

I think I need another drink.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa,

before you get
totally shit-faced,

take a look over there.

Cooper and Todd?

No, the cufflinks.
Can you see 'em?

The ones
that look like moon rocks?

Yeah, Dana must've made them,

but they weren't there
with the tuxes

when I set them out,

so she must have
given them to them

after they got here.

So maybe she knows something

about what went on
before the ceremony?

You twist the wire
in and out,

and then we'll trim the ends.

Then...

All done.

You got time
for one more customer?

Honey, I've been there.

It's why they call me DIY Dana.

Why aren't you wearing
your pendant?

Oh!

Oh, well,
with all that's happened today,

I put it in my safe...

to keep it safe...

in my safe.

So no worries,

it's safe.

You can never be too careful.

Okay, let's see...

So, Dana, those cufflinks
that you gave the groomsmen

are incredible.

Thanks.

But you know what,

I didn't notice them
when I hung up the tuxes.

That's because I gave them
to the guys

right before the ceremony.

Huh,

and what was the mood like,
when you saw them?

Intense.

The guys always argued,

but this was nasty.

- I only have the gold left.
- That's fine.

Do you know what
they were arguing about?

I wasn't really listening.

Todd and Brandon
always argued about business,

but Cooper was upset this time.

He never gets upset.

Okay, there you go.

All it needed was a little TLC.

Like Cinderella.

FYI,

Cinderella is a perfect example

of a toxic narrative

that romanticizes survival

under an oppressive patriarchy.

You must be a laugh riot
at children's parties.

Thank you.

Hey, you fixed your shoe.

Dana can fix anything.

- You let in a fly.
- I let it in?

Todd Stratton,

could I have a word with you
in private, please?

Anything you have to say,

you can say
in front of my friends.

Okay,

we are hearing

from some people
in the bachelor party

that you and Brandon Hayes

had an altercation last night.

Do you mind telling me
what that was about?

Brandon needed attention
all the time.

I mean, he couldn't stand it
when I brought in an investor,

so he had to bring in
one of his own,

which was ridiculous.

- That's it?
- That's it.

'Cause I heard
there was more to the story.

- Like what?
- Like for example,

Todd's investor was offering him
a 5% finder's fee,

when Brandon nixed the deal,
you threatened to kill him.

Combined with the fact

that Brandon was reducing
your ownership in the company

to 15%,

and you and your wife--
your wife-to-be--

had serious student debt.

It looks to me like
you had some good reasons

to want Brandon Hayes
out of the picture--

- Give me that!
- Did you get it?

Yeah, proceed.

You were saying?

Is that true?

After all the work you've done,

you're only getting 15%?

You know Brandon
created the algorithm.

He called the shots.

Look, I know that you're worried
about your student loans.

I'm not a gold digger.

Okay, I don't think that
I called you a gold digger--

That's the problem, Todd--

you just don't think.

Worst day of my life.

Willow, wait--

Hey, give her some space.

Are we done here?

Yeah, just one more question.

Besides you and Brandon Hayes,

did anyone else
have access to the rings?

- No. Why?
- Because the lab

has identified the same protein
on the rings

that was in the dose
that killed him.

Okay, this interview's over.

- Doesn't really concern you.
- It does now.

- How's that?
- I'm Todd's attorney.

- Since when?
- Since right now,

so unless you have a warrant,
a subpoena,

or probable cause
to detain my client,

he's invoking
his Fifth Amendment right.

Okay.

We'll be in touch.

Okay, I need some air.

I thought I'd better
check up on you.

I'm fine.

Todd Stratton,

I've known you
since you were five.

You're not fine.

You have that same guilty
expression on your face

when you peed on my sofa

and didn't want to tell me...

so what are you
not telling me now?

Look, I don't want to go
pointing the finger

at anybody else.

You know, things between
Cooper and Brandon,

they were...
Well, they were bad.

How bad?

Well, I mean,
there were these rumors

that someone had helped Brandon

with the underlying algorithm
for Snake Fly,

and if that were true,

then that person
would be entitled

to a big chunk of the profits.

Well, why didn't Cooper just
hire a lawyer and sue him?

I mean, hell if I know, but...

Do you remember
when you had asked Cooper

if he had found someone special,

and he said that he had,
but she dumped him?

Oh...

Brandon
and Cooper's girlfriend?

Hooked up.

Broke Cooper's heart.

Hey.

You were pretty impressive,

standing up for your friend.

Thanks.

I wish there was more
I could do,

but now we wait.

Yup.

But as long as
we're handing out compliments,

I really dig
that you stand up to my mom.

You mean

no one talks to the great
Allison Chandler like that?

No, but on some level,

I think she respects you for it.

I know I do.

You know...

I thought you were really nerdy
when I first met you...

...but I was wrong.

See, I wasn't sure
what I thought when I met you.

Hmm.

Except that you were... hot,

and, um, my mother
would never approve if--

If what?

I dunno.

God, it's been a rough day.

Really rough...

Okay, attention, everyone.

We are going to serve
the main course.

Yes, it's an hour early,

but Jessica isn't here
to call the shots,

and Martha Stewart
doesn't have a chapter

about what to do
when the best man is murdered,

so keep calm
and start plating.

Hey, you busy?

- Yes!
- Good,

you need to convince Oliver
to let me talk to Todd.

Oh, so you can grill Todd
like you grilled Jessica,

and then throw him
in the slammer?

No, thank you.

There's no--
there's no grilling, okay?

Look, Jessica finished
her interview.

I want to rule Todd out,

and in order to do that,
I need to talk to him.

Oh, if you're starting
to clear people,

that must mean
you have a new prime suspect.

I'm hearing
from some of the guests

that Cooper Ruiz was upset

about the lack of guardrails

on the AI
that ran their software,

went ballistic when Brandon
wouldn't listen to him,

and threatened to report him
to the SEC.

Okay, I hate to say this,

but there is a rumor
that Cooper helped Brandon

develop the algorithm
for Snake Fly,

Okay...

Dana said she saw Cooper
arguing with Brandon

when she was
in the groom's room...

Wait, Jack,

there may be evidence up there.

No, my team already
searched up there.

No one knows this place
like I do.

Come on.

So, how was the weekend
with your daughter?

My daught-- how did you know
I was with my daughter?

Well, it's the socks.

What?

You didn't pick them out
for yourself.

Now, that could mean
there's a girlfriend,

but I don't think
there's a girlfriend,

because you need a haircut...

What's wrong with my--

...and those shoes are hideous,

but the real give-away

is that you're wearing
a wristband

for the student
short film festival,

and nobody
would bring a date to that.

Nothing longer
than a short film.

Oh!

Oliver!

Oh, what have you done?

I think you know
what we've done, Mom!

Oh!

It's not what it looks like.

It's exactly
what it looks like!

Ugh! What were you thinking?

I think you know
what we were thinking!

- Oh, God!
- Good one.

I'm having a stroke.

Hey, I have an idea.

Why don't your mother and I
wait in the hall,

and you two have a moment.

Thank you. Great idea.

No, no, no, no, no.

We have a job to do.

We came to look for evidence,

we are going to look
for evidence.

Okay, I...

I'm sure it can wait
a few minutes?

Oh, boy.

Okay, no,
there's nothing under there.

Maybe behind the pillows.

Excuse me!

No, nothing there.

Why would it be
behind the pillows?

Why don't you start
looking in the pants pockets,

and I will go through
the luggage.

Probably not going to look
in the pants pockets

right now...

And by the way,
your breath reeks of alcohol.

You might want to do something
about that.

I can't believe this!

Ugh.

Are you finding
a lot of evidence?

I got it!

Mouthwash.

Good. Use it.

This is the liquid

that was in Brandon's
rescue pen.

It's peanuts.
Smells like peanuts.

Where'd you--
Where'd you find this?

In here.

Cooper Ruiz.

Looks like I have a client
for real this time.

Well, like they say
when you pass the bar,

zip up your pants, Counselor,
and let's get to work.

Not you.

But--

This is serious.

You have anything
to say for yourself?

At least I wore a bra.

Look, I swear,
I didn't kill Brandon.

I've never even seen
that bottle before.

Then what was it doing
in your kit?

You don't have to answer that.

What is that?

It's the intercom.

She used it to spy on me
when I was a kid.

Hey, Mom, this is
a confidential conversation.

I'm just trying to help!

Thank you.
We don't need your help.

Go on.

We're hearing
from the bachelor party

that you were pretty upset

when you found out Brandon

was reducing your share
of the company by 15%,

but that you were, quote,
"really upset

when Brandon would not
delay the roll-out

because of
your security concerns."

Brandon was being
irresponsible.

If we launch
a self-evolving coding module

we would essentially
be allowing code to write code.

There's nothing
we could do about it.

You seem pretty upset,
Mr. Ruiz.

Yes, I was upset,
but we were still friends.

he slept with your girlfriend?

- Oh, for God's sake, Mom!
- How does she know that?

Holy...

That might be a crime.

Look, Cooper,

things would be a lot easier

if you just told us
where you hid the rescue pen

you traded out
for the murder weapon.

Cooper is asserting
his Fifth Amendment right

not to answer
any more questions.

I don't blame him.

Well, that was fun.

I'm so sorry about this,
Jessica.

It was no big deal,

and that new, uh,
new detective is kind of sexy.

I hadn't noticed.

He was really obsessed

about whether
I was in Oliver's room

before the ceremony.

You were in the kitchen
the whole time.

How could you be upstairs?

Well, I did take a tray
of sandwiches up to the guys--

You were upstairs
in Oliver's room,

before the ceremony?

So?

So...

What?

It means you had
the opportunity

to switch the allergy pens,

and there was peanut oil
on your truck,

and with what happened to Laura,
you had motive,

you had means, and you had--

What the... hell?

Okay, would you just
get a hold of yourself?

This is not one of your books.

We are not all suspects,

especially someone that
you have known for 25 years!

I'm... so, so sorry.

You should be.

Bring it in.

Mm!

I gotta go flambé something.

Sorry.

Yeah.

We really need to talk.

No, mm-mm, no.

I don't think it's a good idea

for either one of us to say
one word to each other.

We work together.

We're going to have to
clear the air sooner or later.

Okay, fine.

I give you the biggest chance

of your lifetime,

and this is the thanks
that I get?

You do the no-pants-dance
with my son?

It just happened, okay?

See, you don't fool me.

You're trying to mess

with the whole power dynamic
between the two of us.

I know exactly
what you're doing.

No! All I wanted to do

was make index cards

and write an outline.

You're the one
on the power trip.

You're the one that
put your desk on a pedestal.

I told you,
it was a design feature,

and if you think that the spell

that you have cast over my son--

- The spell I cast on your son?
- --gives you some kind

of an upper hand,
you're dead wrong!

Am I some kind of
sorceress with a magic hoo-ha?

Oh, well, you said it,
I didn't!

Listen to me, crazy lady.

What happened between me
and Oliver is what it is.

It's nothing more
and it's nothing less.

Oh, I know all about
your generation

and your casual sex.

"It's a boo thang."

Okay, technically--

Is that
what you're trying to say?

I'd call it
more of a "situationship,"

but the point is,
it's not a big deal.

You wouldn't say that
if you were a mother.

Yes, I would,

because sex is just sex,

it's something that people do.

That's what your generation
wants to believe,

but it's not true,
you're wrong.

People have feelings,
they get hurt.

I don't want to see my son
getting hurt by anyone,

including you.

Oliver can do what he wants.

He's not a child anymore.

You don't know what it's like
to be a mother.

You feel everything,

you know everything
about your kid.

I even knew where
he used to hide his weed!

In a hole in an old tree,
down in the grove.

He and his friends used to
hang out there all the time.

Do you mean the grove
where the tree branch came down?

Yeah, that's the one.

And did Oliver's friends know
about the secret hiding place?

Yeah, but they didn't know
I knew.

Willow would get stoned
out of her mind,

now she's a doctor,

so God help us all.

I tried to bring her a tea
a little while ago

and she just still
doesn't want to talk to anybody.

If I was
one of Oliver's friends,

and I had something
that I wanted to hide,

I could climb that tree,
stash it in there,

come back for it later,

bring it home with me,

and the police would never know
anything about it.

What...

And you just said

you hadn't seen Willow
for hours.

Look at the footprints
on the ground, they're still w--

Where?

You just walked
right through them. Never mind.

Okay,
we're going to need these.

It's up there.

Okay, here we go.

All righty.

Please tell me
what's happening.

Stretching exercises.

All right.

Give me a boost.

- A boost?
- Yeah.

Just get really close
to the tree, and squat down,

and make a platform
with your hands.

Hard pass.

Why are you being so difficult?

First of all, gravity.

Second of all,

gravity.

This is a bad idea!

Okay, just do it.

Okay...

Okay...

Help. Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Could you please--

Oh, my God!

Okay.

Nothing yet, hold on.

Ah!

Why couldn't Oliver
hide his weed in his bedroom

like a normal teenager?

After what you did
in my son's bedroom,

I bet you know
where all the hiding places are.

Please never say that again.

Oh! Oh!

I got something.

- I got it.
- Oh, perfect.

What is this, a pipe?

It's a weed pipe.

Keep-- --looking.

My knees are starting to go--

Oh, don't be such a baby.

Oh! Oh!

It's Brandon's rescue pen!

Oh! Oh, my heel!

I'm gonna--

Oh!

Dammit...

Are you okay?

Yeah.

- Okay.
- Oh, my heel tip, again!

Okay, well, find it,
and let's go.

That's weird.
There's two of them.

It's also gold.

Identical to the one
Dana gave you.

The jewelry kit...

Dana had
all the tools she needed

to drill a tiny hole,

replace the epinephrine
with a peanut solution,

fill the hole,
and then sand it down.

And she told us

that Cooper
had a fight with Brandon

to mislead us.

So if the heel tip is missing
on Dana's shoe,

or if it's been replaced....

Oh!

- Okay, that's good, thank you.
- Hey, Jack...

Do I dare ask?

We found Brandon's rescue pen.

And you're gonna need these.

What are those?

Take a look over there.

Dana's heels don't match.

Thanks, I made it myself.

So?

So Dana was
in the changing room

with the groomsmen,

which gave her an opportunity

to switch out the rescue pens

and plant the mouthwash
in Cooper's stuff.

Dana Collins?

Why would she want to kill
Brandon Hayes?

She said she hated science,

but the truth is,
she hated Brandon,

and you don't hate like that
unless you've loved first,

and he dumped her
for Cooper's girlfriend.

Dana Collins,

you need to come with me and
answer a few questions, please.

I'm not sorry for what I did.

Don't say anything
until I read you your rights.

I don't care.

Brandon cheated me
out of everything.

So you were the one
the rumors were about.

You helped Brandon
with Snake Fly.

I was staying at his place
one night,

and I couldn't sleep,

so I took another look
at the algorithm.

Brandon was having trouble
debugging it,

and so...

so I fixed it!

And now Snake Fly

is about to get
its first round of financing,

but did Brandon ever thank me?

Or pay me for what I did?

He dumped me instead,

and I couldn't prove
what I'd done,

so...

so I got as far away
as I could,

from all of it.

You should have told us.

As if you'd believe me
over him?

At least the son of a bitch
got what he deserved!

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and will be held against you
in a court of law.

You have a right
to an attorney...

Another "situationship"
gone wrong.

It never ends well.

Do you have a minute?

Yeah. Any news?

Well...

headline is that your...

your maid of honor
murdered the best man.

I know.

I'm still in shock.

We all are,
but Todd's a good guy.

I mean, he's not perfect,

but nobody's perfect,

but if you love someone,
you forgive them,

and they forgive you,

and you live happily ever after,

more or less,

except if you get divorced,

a few times.

Just trust me.

I wish I had done
more forgiving.

I think you should, too.

We lost
our friend, Brandon, today,

and though we grieve,

life and love go on,

and so,

you've pledged your love
and commitment

before God and these witnesses.

You exchanged your vows
and rings

as a symbol of your sacred...

Are we good?

We're good.

...may your marriage be blessed
with kindness and compassion,

with understanding
and forgiveness,

and enduring love...

I need a favor.

Go.

Can you run a check on a person
who disappeared 15 years ago?

...like it did today...

Get me a name, I'll see
what I can find out.

Thank you.

By the power vested in me,

I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

You may now kill the bride.

Nope.

Kiss! Not kill.

- You may now kiss the bride.
- Better.

- All right.
- Best. Wedding. Ever!

♪ I've had
a couple revelations, baby ♪

♪It's hard work
It ain't fate ♪

♪I can make
some predictions for ya ♪

♪I'll send you
a save the date ♪

♪Take me to the river ♪

♪I'll take ya
to the mountain ♪

♪And I can set you free ♪

♪ Got a north star guiding

♪ Winds are howling

♪ Baby, come howl with me

♪ One time--

♪ If you're rolling your eyes
Don't care ♪

♪ Two time--

♪ Want a piece of the pie
It's my share ♪

♪ Three times--

♪ Don't be drowning
in lies, my dear ♪

♪ One, two, three, four!

♪ Call me Stella Ella Ola

♪ Stella Ella Ola

♪ I already told ya

♪ Ess Chico Chico
Chico Clap Back ♪

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♪ Stella Ella Ola

♪ I already told ya

♪ Ess Chico Chico
Chico, that's that ♪