All language subtitles for For.Love.Or.Murder.2021 3_English

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I'm not finding any clues.
- Oh, jeez! You scared me.

God.
- [laughs]

- Okay, you go that way.

- It's gotta be through here.

- Oh, I got something.

Yes.

"There's only one way to go.

"It's through the cubbyhole,

but you'll need
today's digits."

- Today's digits.
- The date today.

- There's a keypad.

[keypad beeping]

[both laugh]
Good one, Ange.

- All right, go for it.

- Here we go. All right.
- Oh, be careful.

- It's a closet.

There's gotta be a way to--
it's a fake wall.

- Oh.

"You're almost safe.

"The Emeralds will be
your salvation,

but it will require teamwork."

Emeralds.

- [gasps]

Where do we go from here?

- Try touching
the emerald-colored ones?

- Maybe we hold them
at the same time?

- Okay.

- We got it open.
- Yay!

- Wow.

What do you think
these are for?

- I don't know.
Assuming we'll find out.

- We need a key.
- Okay.

- Maybe the totems
have something to do with it?

This one doesn't move.
Maybe it's a lever.

[spark crackling]

Oh, hey.
[laughs]

Where's it going?

- We're running out of time.

♪ ♪

[horn blares]

[tires squeal]
- [screams]

[metal and glass crunching]

- Ooh!
- Whoa.

[both laugh]

- Oh, look, look, look.
- Oh, hey.

- Nice.
- Let's hope this works.

- Here's the exit.
- We escaped!

- Oh, my God, you did so good.
- I did good?

You were the one
who cracked those codes.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- We make a good team.
- That we do.

- Now if only a certain someone
could set a date.

- I'm trying, but it is
really hard planning a wedding.

- You're a wedding planner.
That's what you do.

- I know. I know.

- Come on, woman, making an
honest man out of me already.

- It's a lot harder
when it's your own wedding.

There's so many options,
so many ideas.

And of course,
it has to be perfect.

- Well, I'm glad to hear you're
keeping your expectations

so reasonable.

[chuckles]
[phone buzzes]

- One sec.

- This message is
for Angela Porter.

I'm with
the County Sheriff's Office.

I'm calling in regards
to your parents.

- What is it?

- Please call us back
at 555-4344.

- Mom and dad.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

[somber music]

- Hey, Ange.

I'm so sorry.

- Michael?

Oh, my God, he actually came.

- So that's your brother, huh?
- Your brother?

I didn't know
you had a brother.

- Well, I sorta didn't.

He's been gone for years.
No word, nothing.

- Why?

- I don't remember much
about him,

except he and my parents
used to butt heads a lot.

I was just a kid,
but right after high school,

they had this big blowout fight

and he ended up
cutting them out of his life.

- Oh.

- I guess I was
just collateral damage.

Will you guys just go

make sure everybody
gets seated and everything?

- Of course.
- Of course, yeah.

- Okay.
- Come on.

- Hey, Angie.
- I wasn't sure you'd come

- It's...it's okay, right?

- Of course.

- I'm sorry, I-I meant
to call and--

- You know, everything's
getting started,

so we should probably just--

- Right.
This is my fiancée, Olivia.

- I am so sorry to be meeting
under these circumstances.

- Yeah, thank you.

Well, I should--okay.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- I feel bad for him.
- For him?

- Yeah, all that time
he missed out on his parents,

and now it's too late.

- Yeah, it is too late.

- Angie, I know
you're really upset right now.

I can't even imagine,
but go easy on him.

People do deserve
second chances.

- Hi. Michael.
This is my fiancée, Olivia.

- Hi.
- Levi, Angie's fiancé.

- Mia,
Angie's best friend/employee.

- Slash beautiful
dress designer.

- Stop.
- Angie, I was hoping

maybe you could come over
to the house sometime

so we could talk.

We live about 20 minutes away.

- You've lived 20 minutes away
this whole time?

- I'd just really like to talk.

Here's my card.

Not that you need it.
The numbers are pretty easy.

The last four digits
are sevens.

- Super easy.

- Well, we should get going.

- Okay, bye.

- Let's get on home.

[pop music in background]

- Okay, so these are some
of our more classic designs,

and we've also worked
with some more fresh

and modern color palettes,
but everything's customizable.

- Well, I want something
more unique,

but I'm afraid
it might just come off weird.

- Okay, first of all,
do not worry about anything

being weird or nontraditional.

It's your wedding.

Some of the best weddings
I've worked on

have included ideas
I never would have thought of,

but they came out
absolutely spectacular.

So you do you.

Can I get you some coffee

while you look
through the book?

- Sure. Thanks.
- Okay.

- Hey, Ange, are you sure
you're okay to be back at work?

- Honestly, Mia, I think
being at work is the only thing

that's getting me
through this right now.

But it's a half-day.
I'm seeing Michael later.

- Mm. Nervous?

- About seeing my brother after
a decade of radio silence?

Yeah, just a bit.

- I'm sure it'll be fine.

- That's looking really great.

- Thank you. Oh.

Mm-hmm, just gonna pin that
right there.

[soft dramatic music]

- All right, here we go.

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Oh, you look so cute.
- Thanks.

- Come on in.
- Oh, okay.

- Yes, please.
Welcome to our home.

- Yeah, welcome.
So this is the place.

- Wow.

- I can't believe you haven't
been here before.

["Moonlight Sonata"]

♪ ♪

Champagne?
- Oh, sure.

Wow, this place is huge
and so beautiful.

You must do well for yourself.

- I do all right.

- And what do you do?
- I'm a venture capitalist.

- Oh, cool.

- You don't know
what that is, do you?

- No.
[laughs]

- I live with the man,

and I don't understand
what he does.

- Basically, I'm a private
equity investor

who provides capital
to businesses

who exhibit success
or the potential for success

in exchange
for a cut of the profits.

Right now, I'm working
with a company

that makes self-driving cars.

- Sounds cool, but risky.

- It is, but as you can see,
it's well worth it.

- Yeah, I can't wait
till Mom and Dad can see--

sorry.

I am...still forgetting
that they're not here.

- Olivia, we're here.
- Yeah.

- Oh. We're in the kitchen.

Hi, girls.
Girls, this is Angie.

Angie, these are
my bridesmaids,

Brenda, Dani, and Morgan.

- Hi.

- It's so nice
to finally meet you.

- We're so sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

Morgan, Dani, Brittany?

- Brenda.
- Oh, sorry.

- I'm Olivia's matron of honor.
I introduced her to Michael.

He's my husband's
business partner.

Michael and Olivia met
at our wedding, actually.

- Oh,

- Well, while they do
wedding planning stuff,

why don't we
check out the patio?

- Sure.

- Hi, girls.
So glad you guys are here.

Bubbly is this way.

- How are holding up?

- Not good.

How about you?
- I'm...I'm okay.

I can't tell you how many times

I thought about calling
Mom and Dad.

- Why didn't you?

- At first, it was pride.

Truth be told, it was shame.

I was never a good son.

Obviously not a good brother.

Never reconciling with them
before they...

[somber music]

That's my deepest regret.

I don't think I'll ever
forgive myself.

I should have...

and seeing you again,
I know I can't make

the same mistake with you
that I did with them.

I'm embarrassed, Angie.

I feel so guilty.

- It's okay.

I'm glad you're back,

and I know Mom and Dad
would be too.

- Sorry.
[sniffs]

Guess it was just all built up.

- Don't apologize.

- After the funeral, I drove
by that ice cream shop

that I used to take you to
all the time.

Do you remember?

You know, I used to take you
after dance lessons.

It was our little secret.

Mom and Dad used to wonder

why you were so hyper
after dance class.

You drove 'em crazy
those nights.

You don't remember that?
- No.

But now I know why they
pulled me out of dance class.

- I didn't think about that.
I hope that's not the reason.

- I don't care.

I hated a dance class,
so thank you.

- Hey, what are
big brothers for?

- Screw the new medication.

Let the old fart croak.
[laughter]

Howard is probably worth more
dead than alive now anyways.

- Same thing could be said
about Michael.

- Okay, I was just joking.

You don't need to get
all pissy.

- Oh, a catfight
and my name's mentioned?

This cannot be good.

- Don't worry, babe,

I think we have better things
to do than catfight over you.

- Oh, poor Michael.
I'd catfight over you.

- Thank you, Morgan.
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, it appears that divorce

makes even
the prettiest girls desperate.

- [scoffs]
- Oh.

[laughter]

Oh, you need a refill.

- Oh, trust me, I'd love to,

but I've got to get back
to work.

- Oh, what a shame.
- What do you do, Angie?

- I'm a wedding planner
and I run a bridesmaid store.

It was originally my mom's.

Our mom, Bella.

Fun fact, I've been nominated
for best wedding planner

in the state,
every year actually.

No wins yet,
but maybe this one.

- Oh, cute.
- You know, I've got an idea.

Why don't you plan
mine and Olivia's wedding?

[tense music]

- Are you sure?
- Sure, I'm sure.

- Olivia, do you mind?

- No, no, of course not.

- Okay, we'll call it
a wedding gift.

- Oh, no, we'll pay.

I was gonna pay
someone anyways.

It might as well be
my little sister.

- Fine. Then I insist
you accept a family discount.

You can come by my store
on Wednesday.

Does 3:00 work?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

- I'll walk you out.
- Sure.

♪ ♪

- Congrats on the new
wedding planner.

- Shut up, Morgan.

- I'm sure she'll be fine.

- Why did you do that?

- What?
- Have her plan my wedding.

It's my wedding.

I should be the one
to choose who plans it.

- You said it was okay.

- Because she was standing
right there.

What was I supposed to do?

- She's family.

I have to make
everything okay with her.

All right?

Besides, I've yet to see you
once not get your way.

[laughter]

- Before we head out,
could I grab those pills?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Well, I think it will be fun
having her plan the wedding.

I hope Olivia takes us along.

- [sighs]

- I wanna see her face
when Angie suggests

guests drink out of mason jars
and sit on hay bales.

[laughter]

- I can hear you guys,
and you're not funny,

- Yes, I am.

- Morgan.

- Oh, my gosh,
I was just joking.

You know how I love
to poke the bear.

♪ ♪

- Oh, thank you.

And you're sure
these are safe for Howard?

- Oh, absolutely.

Our friend's dad in Canada

has a heart thing too,
and he takes them.

I don't know why the FDA
is being so weird.

She says he's like a new man.
Doesn't she, Michael?

- Yeah, he's even hiking again.
- Really?

Wow.

Well, I better head out.
Bye, girls.

- Bye.

- Seriously, Olivia, thank you.

- Of course.
What are your friends for?

[both giggle]

- Come on, what is all this?

Good news? Bad news?

Are you feeling guilty
about something?

It's guilt, isn't it?

- Can't a guy just spoil
his woman by making her dinner?

- No. So tell me, who is she?

- [laughs]

If I was going to cheat on you,

it'd be with your brother,

judging how you describe
that house.

- Oh, my God, it was insane.
- But it went well?

- Yeah, I mean, they asked me

to plan their wedding,
so I guess.

- Sounds like a successful
reunion to me.

You didn't hear
the news today, did you?

- No. Why?
Something crazy happen?

- Oh, something a little crazy.

[pop music in background]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]
Oh, my God, I won?

- Yeah.
[both laugh]

- Oh, with everything going on,
I forgot today was--

that's why you did all this.

[laughs]

- To Angie's perfect weddings.

The best wedding planner
in the state.

- [laughs]

Mom and Dad wanted this
for years.

That just...
just doesn't seem fair.

- I know, Ange.

- Yeah.

But this looks great, so...

[breathes deeply]

- ♪ Where my girls at? ♪

- Ooh, I like this one.

- Oh, that's one
of Mia's designs.

- Oh, Mia, bravo.

- Thanks, girl.

Okay, we also have this one.

- Ooh, a Gatsby wedding.

- Oh, yeah, you should do that.

I love themed weddings.

- She was being
sarcastic, honey.

- Oh.

- Okay, I don't want

some preplanned
decoration scheme.

- Okay.
- Of course not.

Yeah, this is just to get
the creative juices flowing.

We'll figure out what you want,

and more importantly,
what you don't want.

- Great.
- Elegant and classic.

Mostly white
with dusty rose accents.

I'll draw up some sketches
of my own for you.

- Okay.
[laughs]

- Okay, have you thought
about a caterer?

- [sighs]

Well, Fleur De Paris
would be okay,

but they're booked out
for months--

- I'll give them a call.
- I already tried that.

- Simone, it's Angie.

Are you available
September 16th

to cater a wedding?

- All booked, huh?

[speaking French]

[laughter]

Merci.
[speaking French]

Got it.
[laughs]

Also, I went
to the liberty yesterday

of booking the Grand Garland.

It's the best venue
within a 200-mile radius,

but I can cancel
if you had other--

- No, no, no. No.

The Grand Garland is perfect.

It's exactly what I wanted.
[laughter]

- Well, she wasn't voted

the number one
wedding planner for nothing.

- Oh, so you did win!

- Well, we will
have to celebrate.

Happy hour
at Jones Assembly, ladies?

- Oh, that'd be great.
- Well, come on.

- Oh, you mean now?
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, I can't.
I've got to work and--

- I can handle everything here
for the rest of the day.

You go and have fun.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. You've earned it. Go.

- Okay, if you're sure.
- I am.

Have fun, ladies.

- Our favorite place
is just around the corner.

- Okay.

- So how have been doing?

I mean, losing both parents.

- Oh, my God, Brenda,
way to be a buzzkill.

- Well, I wish that more people
would have checked in on me

after my dad passed.

I was an absolute wreck.

- Oh, I know.
You married an old man.

- Oh, my God,
Howard is not old.

He's not even 60 yet.

- Old.
- Daddy issues.

- Shut up.

- I'm just joking.

- I'm hanging in there.
Staying busy helps.

- What about the will?

I mean,
assuming there was a will.

- I know they had one,
but I still need to find it.

Things have just been
so crazy lately,

but...yeah,
no, I should get on that.

- Probably should.
It's kind of important.

- Okay, so what does this
award-winning wedding planner

have in mind
for her own special day?

- I have no idea.
- Really?

I would have thought that you'd
have it all planned out by now.

I had my wedding planned
when I was nine.

- Aw.
- 18 years later.

- Well, what can I say?
I have standards.

- As you should.

I mean, that's why
I got divorced.

On to bigger and better things.

- So what does your fiancé do?
- He's an accountant.

- [laughs]

Oh, my God.

No. No, no, no, okay?

As your future sister-in-law,
I'm going to have to intervene.

You need to let
Michael and I introduce you

to someone
a bit more...lucrative.

- [laughs nervously]
That's okay. I'm good.

I'm very much in love
with Levi.

- I'm sure you are, but it's
just as easy to fall in love

with a rich man as a poor man,

so might as well
make it a rich one.

Oh, my God, I'm kidding.

- Oh.
- No, she's not.

- I swear, you guys have
zero sense of humor.

Hi. Could I have a refill?

Just, like, all the way up
this time.

Thank you.

[door slams]

- How'd the wedding
planning go?

- [sighs]

Me and the girls took Angie
to happy hour.

As you requested,
I am getting to know her.

- Well, she is my sister.

I'd hope you'd like
to get to know her.

- Mm-hmm.

I asked her about the will.

She says she's been too busy.

- Olivia, really?

- They were your parents too.

You are just as entitled
to half that estate as she is.

You don't think
she's playing dumb

and trying to cheat you,
do you?

- Angie wouldn't do that.
- Mm.

She better not.

Nobody messes with my man.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I'm home.

Howard?

Hey, listen, there's this new
restaurant over on Lexington

that I was thinking
we should try.

[thump]

Howard? You okay?

♪ ♪

Howard, is that you?

Howard?
- [choking]

- Howard! Oh, my God! Howard!

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

We need an ambulance.

I think my husband's
having a heart attack.

Please, please, hurry.

You're okay. You're okay.
No, no, no.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- No.

- I know. Thank you.

- Brenda, I'm so sorry.

- Ah, thank you, Angie.

You're so sweet to come.
Thank you.

- He was more than
a business partner to me.

He was my best friend.

A brother, really.

I'm gonna miss him.

- Thank you, Michael.

You have no idea what
your friendship meant to us.

You know, anyone else
would have abandoned Howard

after everything that happened,
but you stayed.

- If there's anything
you need, please just--

- There isn't.

- Well...

- Can we talk?

Sorry. Nerves

I don't handle
death stuff too well.

- Who does?
- [laughs]

So I'm not sure how
to proceed with this wedding.

We should probably
postpone planning.

Don't you think?
Like, a week maybe?

That should be enough time
for Brenda, right?

- I really don't--
I have no idea.

I don't-I don't
really know Brenda,

so maybe you can talk
to Dani and Morgan

and see what they think.

- Yeah.

Oh, did you ever
find that will?

- Not yet.

I'm just having
a bit of trouble

bringing myself
to go to the house.

It's just too many memories.

- I understand.

Lawyers always keep
a copy, though,

so you could try calling them.

- I don't know
who their lawyers are.

- You're not in the loop
at all, are you?

Maybe marrying an accountant

would a good thing
for you after all.

[both laugh]

- Well, I told them
to get their affairs in order

years ago, and they did,
so it's all in the house.

- Oh, I know. I'm just teasing.

But if you need anything,
just let me know, okay?

♪ ♪

- These are some of our latest.

I think they're
absolutely gorgeous.

- Anything you like,
put over here.

Nothing too poofy, though.

[squeals]
[both laugh]

Taking a week break
was definitely

the right thing to do so Brenda
could get herself sorted,

and I don't think
it really slowed down

the wedding planning that much,
do you?

- So is it Fiji or Tahiti
you're doing the honeymoon at?

- Tahiti.

Fiji is where we wanted
to do our wedding,

but not everyone
could afford it.

- Not everything is
about money, Olivia.

[phone buzzes]

I have to take this.

- "Not everything
is about money."

Like that marriage was based
on anything but money.

- Well, I don't know.

I actually think
Brenda really loved Howard.

- Oh, please, she's just mad

that she has to go
back down to Florida

to find herself
a new rich old man.

- Olivia.
- It's true.

- What the hell
was in those pills?

- What?
- I just got off the phone

with the coroner's office
and apparently,

Howard didn't have
any medication in his system.

So what was in those pills?

- What are you talking about?
Those pills were fine.

- Those pills were crap!
They were nothing.

They were fake!

- That's impossible.
Our friends are actually--

- Howard's dead now
because of you.

He's dead.

- Brenda--
- Don't touch me.

- Hey, okay. Come on, sweetie.
Maybe we should--

- No, I'm telling you,
she-she--

- Shh, shh, we can talk
about it in the car.

- Brenda.
- Not right now, Olivia.

I'll handle it.

- I better go help Morgan
with Brenda.

I'm sorry, Olivia.
She's just not 100% right now.

[tense music]

- Oh, wow.

♪ ♪

- What pills
is she talking about?

- Michael and I are friends
with this girl and her husband

who's the CEO
of a pharmaceutical company

in Canada.

They have this new drug

that really helped her dad
with his heart,

and I thought it'd be good
for Howard too.

The thing is,
it's not legal in America yet.

- Oh.

- Do you think Michael and I
could get in trouble?

- Maybe it wasn't the pills.

I mean, she said herself,

there was no medication
in his system,

so maybe he wasn't taking them.

- You're right.
She did say that.

I just cannot believe
that Brenda would think

that I'd actually...

You know what?

I think
this really comes down to

is that there's still
some bad feelings.

- About what?

- Howard was
Michael's business partner.

They were very successful,
but Howard got cocky,

and...

[laughs]

He did an investment
without Michael's consent.

It went south
and they lost a lot of money.

Things were bad
between them for a while,

but they finally
patched things up.

- That must be what Brenda
was talking about at the wake.

About how Michael--
- Stuck it out with Howard.

Yeah, against my advice.

I mean, how can you
trust someone

after something like that?

He basically stole from us.

Anyway, Brenda was mad at me
for a while

because I didn't support

the reconciliation
between the two.

I think Howard's death
stirred up

all of those feelings.

- It's a tough time for her.

Anger is one of the stages
of grief anyway.

I'm sure
everything's gonna be fine.

- I hope so.

Here, it's the sketches

of what I would like
my wedding to look like.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- Wow, these are beautiful.
You're quite the artist.

- Thanks.

So what are your plans
for the rest of the day?

- I am going to my parents'

to see if I can get anything
on that will.

- Oh, well, how about
I come along and help?

- Oh, you don't have
to do that.

- It's the least I can do

with everything you're doing
for my wedding, and...

and I'd really like
to spend some time

with my future sister-in-law.

It's funny how people can be
so organized,

yet when it comes to something
like a will

or life insurance policy,
no one wants to deal with it.

- Well, it's kind of morbid.
- True.

Luckily, Michael is so logical
about everything.

There's no need to tiptoe.

Like, I already have
a life insurance policy on him,

and we're not even married.

He has one on me too.

Yeah, I know
it weirds everyone out,

but Michael is so

"cross the T's
and dot the I's."

I actually really like that
about him.

- I thought you didn't like
stuff to do with death?

- The concept of death
I'm fine with.

It's the aftermath.

I guess that's why

I'm just glad that Michael
has everything taken care of.

It makes me feel...safe.

- I guess I can see that.

Having someone
who's always prepared.

Sometimes I wish I was
a little more like that,

but I don't like to think
about the negative.

Definitely a rose-colored
glasses kind of person.

- So I've got nothing so far.

- Okay. I'll check this desk.

Do you mind getting
that end table over there?

- Mm-hmm.

- Thank you.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

You're gonna kill me.
[chuckles]

It was on the desk.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

And we tore through
how many files?

- I know, but who would think

you'd put something
so important

right out in the open?

Must've been going
through it again or something.

- Can I see it?

- Um, sure.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

- Everything okay?

- No. No. No, it's not.

You get everything.
Michael gets nothing.

- What?

How could they do that to him?
Why would they cut him out?

- What am I gonna tell Michael?

- Tell him...nothing.

He doesn't need to know.

As far as I'm concerned,
it's 50-50.

- You would do that?

- Of course.

I couldn't do that
to my own brother.

- [sighs]

Thank you.

You're a good sister.

- I have some wine bottles

for you to sample
from Fleur De Paris.

- Ooh, bring them
over tomorrow night.

We can do a little sampling
with Michael and the girls.

- Sure. What time?

- So Michael--
[breathes shakily]

- Olivia, are you okay?

Olivia?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just a little
anxiety attack.

I get those sometimes.

It's been a rough day,
obviously.

So tomorrow at 7:00
for wine sampling.

That works, right?

- Yup.

Something's up with her.

- Well, lots of people
have anxiety attacks.

- It's not that.
Anxiety, I get.

What I don't get
is how she treats people.

I mean,
she can be nice, sometimes,

but she can also be
a selfish bully.

I mean, her friend basically
accused her of murder.

Doesn't really speak
to her character, you know?

- Have you talked to Michael?
- Not yet, but I'm going to.

- Nope. Bad idea.

You're just now back
on speaking terms with him,

and then you go
bashing his fiancée?

I'm a guy, and I can tell you
that will not go over well.

- You're probably right.

I just have such a bad feeling.

Ugh, I do not want
to go there tomorrow.

- Would it make you feel better
if I came with you?

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

- Oh! Angie and her accountant.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- And what?

- Hi, Angie.

- Look, the money's on its way.
- Right over here.

- It's tied up.
You know how that goes.

It has to be released
and transferred and--

look, I said I'll have it.

I gotta go.

Hey, sis.
- Hey.

- Levi.

- Hey, man.
- Everything okay?

- Totally fine, though one
can never rest easy

when Olivia has
your credit card.

- Oh, please.

So what kind of wine
did you bring?

Is Brenda not coming?

- Oh, who knows?

She hasn't been responding

to any of my calls
or texts, so...

- Does the wine have sulfates?

[bang]
- [gasps]

- God, what's going--

- Olivia!

Olivia!

[dramatic music]

- Are you out of your mind?
- Calcium.

Those pills are just calcium.

- What are you talking about?

I already told you,
the pills are fine.

- That's crap.

- We can call your friends
right now and they'll tell you.

- Brenda, I know
you've been through a lot--

- I had them tested.

- What?
- You're gonna pay for this.

- Brenda!

[huffs]

[engine revving]

- What does she mean
the pills are just calcium?

- Who knows? she's insane.

And out of the wedding,
I might add.

- Well, maybe your friend
got confused

and sent the wrong pills.

- Of course not.

He's the CEO of the number one
pharma company in Canada.

They don't make
mistakes like that.

- She probably went to see
some quack

who didn't know
what he was talking about.

You know how easily
she falls for a scam.

How do you think
she ended up with Howard?

- When people are upset,

sometimes they just need
someone to blame.

- No.

She is accusing Michael and I
of murder, Angie.

That's not something
you just go,

"Oh, no big deal. All is well."

Anyways, I am done
talking about this.

She already ruined
my wedding dress shopping.

She is not gonna ruin this.

So which one
should we open first?

Because I could
really use a drink.

[bell dings]

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Hello.

- Ooh, how was last night?

- Like "Real Housewives"

meets
"Investigation Discovery."

- Really?

Sounds kind of awesome,
actually.

- No, it was not awesome.
- Oh.

- We were so freaked out

when we got home,
we Googled her.

- Mm. Did you find anything?
- Yes.

- Okay.

- Apparently before Michael,
she was the girlfriend

to some rich old oil exec
named Richard Vardera.

- Ah.

- He died of a nasty fall
down the stairs,

but there was talk
that she pushed him.

- Didn't you say she had, like,
a whole freak out thing

at the top
of some stairs the other day?

- Mm-hmm.

- Maybe she was
having a flashback.

- That's not all.

Apparently he left her

quite a bit in his will.

The family contested it,
even accused her of murder,

but they couldn't
prove anything,

so she walked away
with a lot of money.

- Well, you have
to tell Michael.

He could be her next victim.

- But I think Levi's right.
Love can make you dumb.

- Well...

- If we want Michael
to believe us,

we are gonna need
some serious ammo.

- Like what?

♪ ♪

[smoke detector beeping]

[knock at door]
- Brenda?

- Is that smoke?

[smoke detector beeping]

Maybe check to see
if the door is open.

- Let's see.
Oh, yeah, it's open.

- What? What is that?
The alarm?

What is--
- Oh, my God.

- What is that smell?
- Oof. Wow.

both: Ooh!

- Okay, Mia, be careful.
Be careful.

- I got it. I got it. Yes.

- Brenda? Brenda, are you here?

Brenda. All right.
Let's check upstairs, I think?

- Yeah.

[both gasping]

♪ ♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

- All right, ladies,
it looks like we got

all the information
we need from you today.

- Do you have any leads?

Because there's someone I think
that you should talk to.

- Leads?

Nothing's official

until the coroner's made
his determination.

But from what I've seen,
this is looking like a suicide.

- A suicide?

She was
in the middle of cooking.

Nobody decides
to kill themselves

while roasting a chicken.

- I can't imagine how you must
be feeling right now,

but rest assured we're
following all the protocols.

- Look, I'm telling you,
something's not right.

Her husband recently died,

and she was accusing her friend
of tampering with his pills.

Now all of a sudden she's dead?

- Sounds like a woman
who's going through a lot.

Look, the coroner's
very thorough, okay?

In the meantime,
here's my card.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I have to talk to Michael.
- Yeah.

[bell dings]

- Are you okay?

Just got your messages.
Oh, my God, Angie.

- I'm okay.

- I can't believe you had
to see something like that.

I'm so sorry.

This world's going crazy.

Are you sure you're okay?

- I'm fine.

But I worry you may not be.

- It's definitely a shock.

I never thought Brenda the type
of person that'd kill herself.

- I don't think that she did.
- What do you mean?

- Can you guys just
give us a second?

- Sure, babe.

- Michael, I don't know
how to tell you this,

but I think
Brenda was murdered.

By Olivia.

I've had a weird feeling
about her for a while,

but I didn't want
to say anything.

But then I Googled her
and found out

about how she might've murdered
this billionaire--

- Wait, wait, you think
Olivia killed Brenda?

- Yes, and maybe even Howard.

I mean, that's what Brenda
suspected with the pills.

- Our friend didn't
give us bad pills.

- But what if she tampered
with them?

Think about it.

All these deaths around her?

Do you know
who you're marrying?

What if you're
the next rich man

she pushes down the stairs?

- She didn't push him. He fell.
- So you do know about that?

- Yes, of course.
She told me all about it.

It was a very
traumatic experience,

so thanks for digging that
back up.

I'm sure she'll appreciate it.

- Michael, why can't you
see that Olivia--

- What I see is that Olivia
is the woman I wanna spend

the rest of my life with,
and if you can't accept that,

then I don't want you
planning my wedding.

I don't even want you there.
- Michael, please.

- Look, and as far
as I'm concerned,

the will was the last piece
of business

we have with each other.

[tense music]

[bell dings]

♪ ♪

- I just can't stop thinking.
I can't believe she's gone.

- She just never
seemed the type.

- I suppose you just never
really know a person.

- You girls okay?

Olivia, I've got some bad news.

You're gonna have to find
a new wedding planner.

- What? Why?

- Can we just talk
about this later?

- No, let's talk about it now.
- I fired Angie.

- Without consulting me,
you just up and--

- Olivia, come on.
- We are supposed to be a team.

- Can we just talk
about this later?

- But you just told me--

- She thinks
you murdered Brenda.

She thinks he did something
to those pills.

And she Googled you, so I'm
sure you know where that led.

So yeah, I fired her.

And I told her she's no longer
welcome in our lives.

- Wow. Just wow.

I cannot believe this.

- Olivia. Olivia, it's okay.

None of us think
you're a murderer.

- Here. Looks like you need it.

- So the Pattersons are--

- The Pattinsons?
- Pattinsons, sorry.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes. My brain.

They're coming in at 10:00

to finalize the, um...
the thingamajiggy, the--

- The reception?
- Right, yes.

Words, Angie, words.

And then I'm gonna need you
to hold down the fort

while I meet with Michael
and the lawyer today.

- Ah, hence the stress.
- Exactly.

After that,
we just have a couple--

[bell dings]
Olivia.

- I want my sketches.

How much?

- Nothing.
- How much?

- I don't want Michael's money.

I think he has enough problems
right now.

- I have my own money,
you know.

- Richard Vardera's money?

- I don't know what I did
to offend you

or what you think
you know about me--

- I'm just trying
to protect my brother.

- Right, 'cause you guys
are so close.

The phone works both ways,
you know?

You could have called
all those years.

But I guess
being the only child

just works better for you.

- No, no, it doesn't
work better for me.

- [laughs]

Wow.

You really think
I'm a murderer, don't you?

Good, 'cause then maybe
you'll listen to me when I say

that I will never let anything

come between Michael and me.

And if you know
what's good for you,

you'll stay
far, far away from us.

♪ ♪

[bell dings]

- Wow, that girl is crazy.

- So the will you sent me

didn't have any
signatures on it,

so it doesn't override
the older will I have on file.

- Oh, I didn't know
there was another will.

Okay. What does that say?
- It's a very standard will.

Unlike the one you submitted,
everything is split 50-50,

including the business.

- Wait, what?

Was I cut out of the will?

- I talked to Olivia.

I told her I would split
everything 50-50 anyway.

Sorry, I meant to tell you
not to say anything.

- Unbelievable.

- I'm sorry,
do you two need to--

- No, go on.

- Basically,
all there is left to do

is wait for the insurance
company to payout.

- And how long will that be?
- Easily within the month.

- Good,

As far as the business goes,

I'd like a report
of its earnings.

See if it's something
I want to pursue.

Otherwise,
I'll be selling my half.

- I'm sure
you can arrange that.

- Yes, but I don't know
if I have the funds

to pay out your half outright.

I might need some time.

- If you don't have the funds,
I'm sure someone else will.

- Michael,
it's a family business.

[phone buzzing]

- Anything else?
- No.

- All right, then.

Yeah, talk to me.

- How does something double
in price overnight?

Yeah. I mean, yes.

I'm glad things are going well
with your company,

but I don't have
that kind of money right now.

Okay.

Okay.

- Everything all right?

♪ ♪

I could only get bits
of the conversation,

but it sounds like
he's having money problems.

What more can I do?

I've tried calling.
I've tried texting.

I tried talking to him today,
but he can barely look at me.

- Maybe I can talk to him,

you know, as someone
on the outside looking in.

- You're sweet, but trust me,

you do not wanna get involved
in this drama.

- Okay, I have
a confession to make.

I'm not just being sweet
when I offer to help.

I'm just actually being
plain nosy.

It's so exciting!

Million-dollar deals gone bad,
tampered pills,

a billionaire
pushed down the stairs,

and a killer gold-digging
debutante out on the loose?

Come on.

- You're the worst,
you know that?

- Please let me get in
on the chaos that is your life.

It's so much more exciting
than mine.

- Okay, fine.
- Yes, yes!

Okay, what can I do?

- Okay, I need you to play
private investigator.

- Okay.

- Find me the contact info
for Richard Vardera's family.

Maybe they can
give me something,

anything to make Michael
see reason.

- Okay, Vardera family. Got it.

- Olivia, I'm home.
- Hi, baby.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Hey, how'd it go?

- You knew I was
cut out of the will?

- I'm sorry.
I should have told you.

I just--I didn't want you
to get hurt.

And she said she'd split it.

She did split it, didn't she?
Tell me she split it.

- It's okay. It's okay.

That will ended up
not being valid anyways.

There's an older version,
though, valid, 50-50.

- Oh, so you have your money

and we can do
the investment deal.

I think--
- There's no deal.

- It can't be over.

- Olivia, it's over.

I need more money,
and it's done.

- We're gonna get through this,
I promise.

Hey, hey, you still have me.

- Yeah. Still have you.

- And I always find a way.

Always.

- I'm so sorry I'm late.

I got your calls,
but I just cannot seem--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.

Look, I got you a meeting
with the granddaughter.

- What?

- I looked into the family
last night like you asked

and created
a potential list of contacts.

I called most of the family,

but majority of them
hung up on me.

But the granddaughter was super
sympathetic to your situation

and has decided
to meet with you.

Her name's Ashland.

- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, when?
- In an hour.

- An hour?

- Right off the bat,
I just wanna thank you so much

for meeting with me,

especially under these
weird circumstances.

- Anything to keep it
from happening again.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Your usual table for four?

- Yes. I mean, no.

- So you do think
she's dangerous.

- At first, no.

I wouldn't say that I was
crazy about her,

but I had no idea
what a dark side she had.

- You knew her before
your grandfather's death?

- Yeah.

Look, I know
what it looks like,

a man his age
with a woman Olivia's age.

You're thinking
he's some creepy old guy,

but he wasn't like that.

Grandpa Richard was a good man.

He was kind and so funny

and just great.

- [sighs]

- Hi, this is Dani.

I obviously can't answer
the phone right now,

so leave a--

- Hey, this is Morgan.
I'm not here right now, so--

- I mean, yeah,
she was definitely with him

because he was rich,

but she made him happy,
you know?

- Yeah.

- But then she started
pressuring him to marry her.

He was hoping that Olivia could
just be happy with his time

and being left in the will,

but that wasn't
good enough for her.

Things were starting
to get tense,

and he told me he was thinking
about breaking it off.

She said he fell,

but it just didn't ring true.

And the way she was fighting
for his money,

it was disgusting.

I think she pushed him.

- She's engaged to my brother.
I'm really worried about him.

- You should be.

- I've tried talking to him,
but he won't listen.

He won't even speak to me.

I was thinking that maybe
you could talk to him

just because
you know everything and--

- Sweetie, I already did.
- What? When?

- About a year ago
at some fundraiser.

I pulled him aside
and tried to warn him,

but it was too late.

He was already hooked.

- There's nothing I can do,
is there?

♪ ♪

- Ange, how was it?

- Not good.

She's already tried
talking to him before.

It's hopeless.

- Like I said, I can go and--
- No. Stay out of it.

If me, Ashland,

and a trail of dead bodies
can't convince him,

nothing can.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Hello?

Hello?

The door was open.

Hmm.

Wow.

Oh.

- [sighs]

[phone rings]

Hey, Mia, what's up?

- You're not gonna
believe this.

I'm in their house.

- Who's house?
- Michael and Olivia's.

- What?

Mia, I told you to back off.

You can't just go breaking
into someone's house.

Are you crazy?

- The door was open,
so I walked in.

- You walked in?

No, Mia, get out of there.
Come on.

- Wait, shh, shh, shh.

- Mia, you need
to get out of there.

♪ ♪

Mia?

[tense music building]

♪ ♪

Mia?
- What's wrong?

- What's happening?

Mia?
- [gasps]

- Oh, my God. What's happening?
Mia? Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- What happened?
- We have to go.

- I did not make
this phone call.

I have been out.

- This is your home?
- Yes.

- We are responding
to a 911 call

that someone was in--

- Okay, I didn't--what?
- Is Mia here?

- I need you two
to stop right there.

- Oh, thank God. Michael!

- What's going on?

- All right, everyone calm down

and just explain to me
what happened.

- My friend Mia
was in their house.

- What?

- Wait, why was she
in our house?

- She came here to talk
to you about Olivia.

- She broke into our home?
What?

- Ma'am, is this true?

- Look, all I know is, she was
attacked in the house.

Can you please go inside
and look for her?

- You two mind if we go
take a look around?

- Are you serious?
- Sure, take a look.

But if you find her, arrest her
for breaking and entering.

- [indistinct whining]

- We've got consent to search.

[indistinct radio chatter]

So nothing looks
disturbed to you?

- Nope.

- But I heard her
being attacked.

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

It sounds to me
like your friend

shouldn't have been here
in the first place,

and she's clearly not here now.

If you do find
anything else later,

something moved,
something missing

just let us know.

- Absolutely.

- Oh, and before you go,

I want a restraining order
against her

and her little burglar friend.

- You'll have to go
to the courthouse for that.

- Oh trust me, I will.

Now, could you please
escort them off our property?

- Come on, Angie.

- Michael, please,
I know that--

- Come on, let's go.
- Okay. All right.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Please, please, please,
please, please answer.

- Hey, hey, hey, it's Mia.

Sorry I missed your call,
but you know what to do.

- Oh, honey. Come here.

- This is all my fault.

- Babe, it's not your fault.

- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not.

It's Olivia's fault

and she will not
get away with it.

Okay? She won't.

♪ ♪

- Hey, hey, hey, it's Mia.

Sorry I missed your call,
but you know--

- 911. What's your emergency?

- Hi, I need to report
a missing person.

[indistinct TV audio]

- Maybe you should
take today off?

- I'm okay.

- Do you want me
to take the day off

and stay here with you?

- I told you I'm fine.

It's Mia
we should be worrying about.

- But you've done all you can.
- Which isn't much.

I mean, I filed
a missing persons report,

but I kind of got
the impression

they weren't taking me
very seriously.

- She's missing.

How could they not
take that seriously?

- I don't know.

They said adults can go missing

if they want,
and it's only been a day,

and was I sure
I wanted to file?

I don't know,
it just kind of seems like

everyone I'm turning to
for help

is just tuning me out.

Except you, of course.

- I just wish there was
something more I could do.

Maybe if I file a report
on her too,

it might urge them along.

- Breaking news, the body
of a woman was discovered

early this morning
in an alleyway downtown.

Police suspect foul play,
though they have not released

any more details as of yet.

- Mia.
- We'll keep you informed--

- [clears throat]

I know you.

- You told me to come back
if I had any more information.

- That's right. The suicide?
- It wasn't a suicide.

- Okay. What brings you in?

- I think I can identify

the woman
who was found this morning.

- We've already identified her.

- Was it Mia Tishner?

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, no.

♪ ♪

Olivia.

That's the woman who did this.
- Olivia.

You think Olivia is the one
that killed Brenda?

- Yes, and Howard,
and her ex, Richard.

- Okay. Okay, slow down.

- Okay.

I was on the phone with Mia

when she was
looking into Olivia.

- When she was
breaking and entering.

- The door was open.

- During my investigation,
I also found

that a restraining order
was taken out on you and Mia.

Now, look, I don't know
what's going on with you all--

- I'm trying to tell you.

- And I'm gonna listen,
but in the meantime,

while you're here
giving me a statement,

I'd appreciate it if I could
collect a DNA sample from you.

- What? She's not--
- I need to investigate this

from all angles,

and that starts
with eliminating suspects.

Will you cooperate?

- Yes, but please,
get Olivia's DNA too.

[siren wailing]

[dramatic music]

[gunfire]

[people screaming]

- Anything you wanna watch?

Are you okay?

- Dani and Morgan
aren't talking to me.

- Why?
- Because of Angie, of course.

Ever since you said she
basically accused me of murder,

they've been ghosting me.

And then...

- What?

What is it?

- I saw Angie
at Jones Assembly...

Talking to Ashland,
Richard's granddaughter.

So now I have two people

who think I'm a murderer

conspiring against me.

So yeah, I'm a little tense.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- 'Cause you're stressed enough
as it is.

I didn't wanna add to it.

- Do you want me to talk
to Angie?

- Mm-hmm.

[doorbell rings]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[pop music in background]

♪ ♪

- Wanna grab a movie tonight?
Get your mind off things?

- Can't.

I have to go to Mom and Dad's

and make sure
all their paperwork

and bills are in order.

The lawyer told me
I have to put together

a financial report for Michael.

- Want me to stay with you?

- You're sweet, but I don't
think I'd be good company.

- [chuckles]
I don't care.

I just want you safe.

- Olivia would be an idiot
to try anything.

[knock at door]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Why are you guys ignoring me?

And what was up with lunch?

You girls know
how humiliating it is

to just be
sitting there all alone.

[huffs]

I mean, we just lost Brenda,

Angie is basically
ruining my life,

and then you guys just decide
to go MIA on me.

You wanna know
what I got to do last night?

Hmm? I got DNA swabbed

by a detective for the murder
of that Mia girl.

Mm-hmm.

I mean,
do you believe we're suspects?

She broke into our house.
It doesn't make any sense.

[sighs]

Yeah, you guys missed out
on some real melodrama.

♪ ♪

Why are you guys
just standing there all weird?

What is going on?

- [sighs]

Olivia, we want you to leave.

- What?
- You need to go.

- You think I killed them.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Yes?
- Hi, Michael.

Is Olivia Tilden here?

- She's not. What do you need?

- I've got a warrant
for her arrest.

- I just can't believe

that you think I'd really
do something like that.

- With all these deaths,
what do you expect us to think?

- What do I expect you
to think?

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

Now's really not a good time.

- The cops came here
to arrest you.

- What? Why?

- For Mia's murder.
Olivia, what's going on?

- I-I-I don't know.
I don't know.

- I told them where you were.

- You did what?!

- What else was I
supposed to do?

Olivia, please tell me
you didn't do this.

- Please, Michael, please,
you know me.

Just tell me you believe me.

- Look, everything's
gonna be all right.

We'll get through this.

- The cops are coming.
You gotta hide me.

- Hide you?

You just got done telling us
how innocent you are.

- Yeah.

- Morgan, please,
you gotta help me.

- You want me to help you,

and you're a suspect
in a murder case?

- Just stall them or something.

[pounding at door]

What the--oh, my God.
- Police, open up.

[dramatic music]

- I will not forget this,
Morgan.

♪ ♪

- Okay, well, I'll see you
in a couple weeks then.

- Thank you so much, Angie.

- Of course.

[phone buzzes]

Michael.
- Angie, I screwed up.

[sighs]

The cops came
to arrest Olivia today.

- Oh, my God.

- We don't know where she is.
I don't know what to do.

Can I see you later tonight?

Someplace safe
like Mom and Dad's?

- Sure.
I was just heading there now.

- Oh, God, this is such a mess.

- Hey, everything's
gonna be okay.

I'll see you soon.

♪ ♪

[door clicks]

- Oh. One sec. I'm upstairs.

I'm so glad you--

- You!
- What are you doing here?

- You ruined my life!

- Get away from me!
- I wanna kill you!

Let me in!

- [yelps]

[both grunting]

[suspenseful music]

- You took everything from me!

My friends, my Michael,

my freedom, everything!

[screams]

[gasps]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Angie. Angie.

Are you all right?

- I'm okay.

I'm okay. Michael saved me.

- And Olivia?

- What was I supposed to do?

- That's exactly
what I'm trying

to figure out here, Michael.

- Oh, hold on.

What's going on?

- Just routine questioning.

Maybe this would be better

if we took this down
to the station.

- At the station?
What's to question?

- He thinks--

he thinks I shouldn't have
stubbed Olivia.

- That's not what I said.

Just questioning whether or not

he could have handled this
in a different way.

- Excuse me, detective,
my brother saved my life,

which is a lot more
than I can say for you.

- Ma'am--

- No, he's not going
to the station.

We've been through enough
as it is.

Come on, Michael,
let's get you home.

[soft dramatic music]

- He's right, though.

I could have
handled it differently.

- No, don't that.

Don't torture yourself
with should'ves and could'ves.

You panicked.
You were scared.

You didn't know
it would kill her.

You just wanted her to stop.

Come here.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

- You okay?

- Yeah. Sorry, bad dream.

- Olivia?
- Sorta.

- Wanna talk about it?
- No.

- I told her to talk to someone
about it months ago.

- Yeah, it's not a bad idea.
Therapy is very in right now.

All the cool kids are doing it.

- It's okay.
Probably just wedding jitters.

This was supposed to be
your wedding.

- I told you not to think
about it like that.

- Besides, we can't let
the perfect wedding planned

by the best wedding planner
in town go to waste, can we?

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- So things are going well?

- Yeah. The deal went through.

Already starting
to see profits.

In fact, I'm about to close
on another deal.

Just doesn't seem right
to feel happy about it.

- Why?

- I mean, it was
Olivia's insurance policy

that made it possible.

- And things with Morgan?

- So far, so good.
[both laugh]

I know it's a little weird.

- Getting together with your
murderous fiancée's bridesmaid?

Happens all the time.
- [laughs]

- Well, seriously,
if you're happy

and she's treating you well,
that's all that matters to me.

- I'm starting to lose the sun.
I think I'm gonna head in.

- Yeah, I should probably
get on home.

- You're leaving?
- She's kicking me out tonight.

Apparently, it's bad luck

for me to see her tomorrow
before the wedding.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
I miss them so much.

I wish they could
be there tomorrow.

I can't imagine my wedding
without them.

You know?

Like, in all my little girl
wedding fantasies,

they were there.

Mom crying, dad walking me
down the aisle.

[chuckles]

It's just not fair.

- I'll walk you down the aisle.

If you want, that is.

Is that a yes?

- Yes. Yes, that's a yes.

- What did I miss?

- Michael's gonna
give me away tomorrow.

- [laughs]
To who?

- Oh, shut up.
[both laugh]

- I love you. See you tomorrow.

- Love you.

- You still up
for that movie?

I'll make popcorn.

- Sure. Yeah, let me change.

♪ ♪

- Can you believe
they still use those things?

- I know, right?

It feels crazy knowing
this won't be my house anymore.

- You regret selling?

- Needed to be done.
Too many memories, you know?

Get a fresh start.

You go help Morgan
before I start crying again.

I'll be done soon.

- Okay.

[answering machine beeps]

- You've reached the Porters.

- We're not here
right now, so...

both: Leave a message.

- You gotta push that button.

- That one?
- Yeah.

[answering machine beeps]

- You've been pre-selected
to win a free trip to Hawaii.

For more--
[beeps]

- Hey, guys, just calling
to check in.

Love you.

[beeps]

- Answer the phone.

I know you're there.
Answer the--

- I told you, Michael,
we can't help you.

- Can't or won't?
- Won't.

- Why am I not surprised?

- You don't get to cut us
out of your lives

and then come back
asking for money.

And the way you talked
to your mother last night--

- She deserves to feel--
- That's enough!

Don't ever call here again.
Please, just stay away.

- You'll pay for this.
[beeps]

Sorry you had to hear that.

[tense music]

- What was that?

You said you haven't
talked to them in years.

- I know, Angie. I--

- They sounded terrified
of you.

- I know, and I'm so sorry.

If I could take it back,
I would.

I was desperate and angry.

That's why I tried
to get back in your life

after it happened.

I felt terrible.

And how that'd be the last
conversation I had with them

just--

Angie, please.

I know what I did was wrong.

That's why I kept it from you.

Please, I don't wanna lose
the only family I have left.

I can't screw this up too.

Angie.

♪ ♪

- How did Olivia know
I was here?

I've been running that night
through my mind over and over,

and I can't seem to figure out
how she knew I was here.

- Lucky guess,

Maybe she tried your apartment
and office already

and you were...

wait, why are you
asking me this?

- In my dreams, I see you
standing over me

with that letter opener.

You raise it...

- And?

- I wake up.

- Sounds scary.

- It is.

- It's just a dream.

- Is it?

- Maybe Levi's right.
Maybe you should see someone.

- Are you saying I'm crazy?

- I'm saying you've been
through a traumatic experience.

A few of them, actually.

I mean, think about it.
Our parents died, then Brenda.

I show up all of a sudden
in your life

with a psycho murderer
for a fiancée.

It's a lot to unpack.

Hell, Morgan and I
might join you in therapy.

Maybe we can get a group rate.

Please tell me we're okay.

- Yeah. Yeah, we're okay.

Guess I've just been
through a lot.

- Come on, Morgan's waiting.
- Yeah, I'll be right down.

I just have to answer
a couple work emails first.

- Man, and I thought
I was a workaholic.

- [laughs]

♪ ♪

- This is Detective Hasler.

Leave me your name
and your number.

- Detective,
this is Angie Porter

from the Olivia Tilden murders.

I'm probably being crazy
right now,

and I can't even believe
I'm calling you,

but...could we talk soon?

I just--
it's about my brother, and...

I'm probably
just being paranoid.

Call me.

Oh, my God,
I think I am going crazy.

[sighs]

- Oh, Michael.
Jeez, you scared me.

- You just couldn't
leave it alone, could you?

- Leave what alone?
- Oh, don't play.

I heard you talking
to that detective.

So, sis,

what's been on your mind?

I know you have
questions, theories.

Ask.

- You told Olivia where I was,
didn't you?

- No.

Actually, what I told her
was to meet me here.

Seeing you here must've been
quite the surprise for her.

- Why?

- I wanted to stage it
like she killed you.

- What?
- I needed money.

And with you
out of the picture,

I would inherit everything.

- So my dream.
- Wasn't a dream.

- Why didn't you kill me?

- When I walked in,
she was choking you.

- [gasping]

- Then she stopped.

And let's face it,
one of you had to die

so I could get my money.

So I figured I'd kill Olivia
for the insurance money

and leave you alive
to defend my actions

like a good little sister,

and you did just that.

- Did Olivia do any of it?
- No.

I mean, maybe Richard,

but the more I got to know her,

the more I believed
it was an accident.

Regardless,
if you ever need a fall guy,

or girl in this case,
it's nice to have

a potential murderess around
to take the blame.

- Why would you do this?
How could you do this?

- Honestly, it wasn't
supposed to get that far.

If Mom and Dad
had just given me the money,

a lot of this
would have never happened.

- You killed them?

- Cut their brakes.

It was easy enough.

Seemed like the quickest way.

- You're gonna kill me.

- I knew they were cutting me
out of the will,

if they hadn't already.

- You get everything.
Michael gets nothing.

- So while I waited
on my inheritance,

I decided to deal with Howard.

He went behind my back
and cut me out of everything.

- No! Oh, my God.

- So I got rid of him,

which made the company
all mine,

and let's face it,
it felt really good

to give Howard
exactly what he deserved.

- Olivia!
- Unfortunately,

Brenda was smarter
than I gave her credit for.

She found out about the pills

and I couldn't have it traced
back to me, so I killed her.

Then you and your little friend

just couldn't leave
things alone.

You had to stick your nose
where it didn't--

- No, no, no, no!

No!
[grunting]

[screams]

[clattering]

♪ ♪

Morgan!

- Oh, my God.

- Morgan.

- Oh, my God, Michael,
are you okay?

- Morgan, call 911. It's him.
It's been him the whole time.

- You've ruined everything.

- No.

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

[gasping]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Please stop.

- Michael and I have worked
too hard for you to come along

and screw this all up.
Do you hear me?

- Don't make me!
- No, you don't have it in you.

Besides, you brought this
on yourself,

just like Mia did.

I didn't want to.

- Shh.
- What's happening? Mia.

- Brenda, Mia, I didn't.

But we didn't have a choice,
and I don't have a choice now.

- You're just as bad as him!

[both grunt]

♪ ♪

[screams]

- You!

- This ends now.

[breathing heavily]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- Crazy, huh?

- Crazy.

- Oh, thanks.

They're ready.

- [laughs]
- Let's do it.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- May I have the paperwork
for the marriage?

I'm surprised you're doing
a courthouse wedding.

I hear
you're a wedding planner.

You don't want a big,
beautiful wedding of your own?

- We decided to go
full-on honeymoon.

- London.
- Then Paris.

- Vienna.
- Florence and Rome.

- Followed by a tour
of the Greek Isles.

- Then the rest I think
we'll just wing it.

- Wow, with a honeymoon
like that, who needs a wedding?

- Exactly.
Who needs a wedding?

- ♪ Don't ♪