Rookie Blue (2010–2015): Season 4, Episode 8 - For Better, for Worse - full transcript

(Kay) * haven't you heard? I'm m-a-j-o-r *

Hey, are you sure you
have to leave so soon?

I mean, we just have so much
stuff to do before tomorrow.

I wish I could. I've got the baby tonight.

- Aw. Hell of a sister.
- (Laughs)

It's fine. I've got four kids of my own.

- I won't even notice.
- All right.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Sounds good.

Get you ready to catch that bouquet.

- Yeah, I don't think so.
- I think so. (Laughs)

Okay, so, um, what about the flowers?



Oh... I don't know.

I hadn't thought about the flowers.

That's okay. When are they arriving?

Uh, I don't know. I mean...

I mean, it should be in this book, right?

- Uh... I just haven't had time to...
- You know what?

Think about... we got it.

- Bridesmaid, maid of honor...
- Yeah.

- That's what we're here for.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- (Laughs) So don't even worry about it.

I mean, you're... you're
here tonight, right?

Okay, good. Why don't
you go up to your room?

- Okay.
- Don't worry about a thing.

- I'll meet you back here tomorrow.
- Okay.



- Okay. All right, thank you.
- (Speaking indistinctly)

- 'Night.
- Hey, Noelle!

It's Froelle in the house, right?

- (Traci laughs)
- Hey!

- It's gonna be great.
- Mm-hmm.

- (Under breath) Total train wreck. We're screwed.
- No kidding.

(Sets glass down)

I mean, I'm not exactly a details person,

but I can even tell that this
ship is headed for the rocks.

She hasn't done anything.

The place cards, the
playlist, the boutonnieres...

Okay, well, here's the thing.

Noelle's got a kid, okay?

She's... she's just juggling
a lot of stuff right now.

She's distracted. It's normal.

We need to make this
thing a thing of beauty,

romance, and... and
just full of possibility.

♪ maybe just one kiss ♪
♪ kiss ♪

Don't feel threatened.

I brought my own calligraphy pen.

♪ we could get it on ♪

♪ and on and on and on and on and on ♪

(Radio chatter) * I'm m-a-j-o-r *

♪ so m-a-j-o-r ♪

(Woman) Oh, boy. (Song ends)

Oh.

Okay. I don't need this.

Already got another dress.

I've never met a woman
who packs lighter than me.

(Chuckles) Look, I'm
going to Miami to have fun,

and I can't have fun if
I'm loaded down with stuff.

I should get you one of
those vacuum attachments.

You can suck the air
right out of that thing.

Yeah, I already have one. Doesn't help.

So I do the roll-and-squeeze.

Works... like a charm.

(Rubs hands) Uh...

you don't think I should go, do you?

Of course I think you should go.

- You've had it planned for months.
- (Sighs) I know.

But skipping my boss' wedding...

I mean, that doesn't look
good. Politics, optics...

60 people there, nobody's gonna notice.

And you already told Frank you can't come.

He was fine.

- You think I'm burnt out, don't you?
- (Sets cup down)

You need a ride to the airport?

(Laughs) No. I'm fine. I can get a cab.

Marlo, I'm giving you a damn ride

- to the damn airport.
- (Laughing) Okay.

(Hissing)

(Turns engine off)

Come on!

Unbelievable!

Traci Nash!

What's going on?

I've got Noelle's wedding tonight,

and I'm the stupid maid of stupid honor,

and I'm supposed to be taking the day off

to run 5,000 stupid errands,

4,000 of which involve a moving car.

Uh-huh.

So... not this car.

Do you want me to drive you around today?

- (Siren whoops)
- Yes, it's fine.

I've been working overtime for a month.

Okay? I can take a personal day.

Come on, Nash. What, you got a better idea?

- No.
- Okay then.

Thanks for coming over this morning.

Well, I'm just glad we
could change that light bulb.

Yeah, well, I actually did
need that changed, but...

Oh, I know. It was high
up there. Hard to reach.

No, I wouldn't want you
getting dressed in the dark.

You might put your underwear on backwards.

- That would be terrible.
- (Chuckles)

- I might have them on backwards right now.
- (Chuckles)

You know the only thing that
might make it better though?

Tequila?

Yeah, and telling Frank about us.

Chloe.

I'm serious.

This whole secrecy thing...
I mean, it's super fun,

and it is, like, three "X" sexy,

but I just... I swear to God,

I'm getting hives from lying...

like... like lying hives.

I'm an open book, right?
It's, like, my thing.

I... it's kind of like my brand...

you know, if I had a brand.

I mean, I don't really believe in branding

when it comes to people,
but you know what I'm saying.

I just... (Breathes sharply)

I just don't know if I can
keep this up much longer.

Really?

That's funny, 'cause...

(Whispers) I could do it forever.

(Radio chatter)

- So...
- (Officers speaking indistinctly)

Saturday in the big city.

- We've got a B&E on Berkeley.
- So I talked to Chris last night.

- A couple of homeless guys on Seaton.
- He wanted to come to the wedding...

- They're driving everybody nuts.
- But he's working crazy hours...

- (Woman) He's a jerk.
- Blah, blah, blah, ginger.

- Ginger, ginger, ginger, ginger, ginger.
- (Speaking stops)

Okay, so, I kinda feel like the guy

from that, uh, "Far Side" comic strip.

Talking to his dog. I'm standing up here.

I just keep on yapping... blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

But all you're hearing is ginger.

Yes, the wedding is at 6:00.

So, lay low, take it easy. (Clicks pen)

Get home by 4:00. Now go get
your hair done, all right?

- Thank you for your attention.
- (Speaking indistinctly resumes)

So you excited for the wedding?

Who you taking?

- Oh, yeah? Flying solo...
- (Alarm chirps)

Bond-style, take no
prisoners? I can dig it.

- I'm not going.
- What do you mean, you're not going?

- Exactly what I said.
- Yeah, but you and Frank are tight,

I mean, you guys are, like, academy-tight.

Zoe's gonna be there
with her new boyfriend.

(Clears throat) Noelle and Zoe are friends.

Noelle asked her to go. And
I'm totally cool with that.

I'm just, uh... (Closes trunk)

I'm not up to it.

- Oliver, trust me...
- "Oliver, trust me."

Okay, mock me all you want.
You're going to that wedding.

And Zoe? Oh-ho! She's
gonna learn the truth.

Oh, yeah? So wh... what's the truth?

That you're better off without her.

Trust me, my friend,
by the end of the night,

she's gonna be crying
into her shrimp cocktail,

hanging on to your coat sleeves,

begging for a second
chance with the Ollie-man.

(Horn honks)

Never, ever call me that again.

Yeah, no, you're right. I never will.

(Clears throat) (Door opens)

So do you know what, uh, you're gonna wear?

'Cause I've actually been
thinking about it a lot.

- Kinda why I hate big weddings.
- (Engine starts)

It's supposed to be a celebration of love

between two people, but really,

everyone's so concerned
with what they're wearing

and who they're going home with.

I think it's the fakest thing in the world.

I'll take that as a no.

- Uh...
- (Radio chatter)

So, are you, you know, going with anybody?

Oh, you mean, am I going with Nick?

No. We broke up.

Don't act like you didn't know that.

I wasn't. I just wanted to say I'm worry.

Oh, I know. You must be, like,

totally broken up about it, Chloe.

I mean, gee, golly,
gosh, what a shame, right?

- Okay... you know what?
- (Siren wailing)

I'm gonna take that back,

'cause I think there is something
faker than a big wedding.

It's you.

- Chloe Price, it's you.
- I got it, Gail.

You're faker than a big wedding, Chloe.

(Singing off-key with stereo)
* it's not that I want you *

♪ not to say, but if you only knew ♪

♪ how easy ♪

♪ it would be to show me how you feel ♪

♪ more than words ♪

- * is all you have
to do *- (Beat-boxing)

There's a B&E on Berkeley
if you want to check it out.

Come on, I know you love this song.

You used to sing it
all the time undercover.

It was extremely irritating. Remember?

- * that you love me *
- Man, it is Saturday, okay?

We get off at 4:00. We go to a wedding.

You get to dress nice,
drink a barrel of champagne,

and flirt with complete strangers.

Oh, you need a wingman.

(Singsongy) This one.

- That sounds great.
- (Normal voice) Yeah, I got you.

We get to listen to
music like this all night

while Gail stares daggers
into the whites of my eyes.

I can't wait. Really.

It's gonna be a night to remember.

(Radio static) (Woman) 1504, there's
a tour bus stalled under the underpass

at Adelaide and Eastern
blocking the west lane.

- We need to get it moved.
- (Clicks)

- Mark 1504.
- (Scoffs)

We're on our way. (Radio static)

(Sighs) (Engine accelerates)

(Radio chatter)

- (Door closes)
- What, is it empty?

I don't see a driver.

(Knocks on glass) We're locked in!

Okay, there's a manual
override down at the bottom!

- You just pull it.
- I don't see anything!

- Okay.
- Okay.

Sir, can you please just step back?

- Gotcha!
- Step back! Thank you! (Whooshes)

- Whoa, whoa! Easy, ninja!
- Mm.

(Whirring, radio chatter continues)

Hmm.

Oh, thank God you're here.

- They took our cell phones. We couldn't call 9-1-1.
- (People murmuring)

You need to call an ambulance.
Two people have been hurt.

- Sir, can you please have a seat?
- Thank you. 1504, we need E.M.S.

to the underpass at Eastern and Adelaide.

We have two men with injuries.
Both appear to be in their 60s.

- '70s. Actually, Bill's 81.
- (Radio chatter)

How you doing? You all right?

Can you tell us what happened?
I mean, where did the driver go?

H... he pulled out a gun and
he punched Bill in the face.

I... I tried to stop him.

He took everything we
had and went out the door.

- He ran off on foot.
- Andy,

he's stopped breathing.

(Gasping)

Let's get him up.

- (Man) If you could just step off to the side here...
- Watch your step, please.

I'll be right with you.

Poor guy's in shock. We'll
get him to the hospital.

- He should be all right, though.
- Okay.

(Sirens wailing)

(Siren whoops and stops)

(Radio chatter)

What have we got?

A tour bus showed up an
hour ago at Bedford House.

It's a fancy retirement home in Yorkville.

- Where were they headed?
- Uh, to a casino in Niagara Falls.

So the bus driver stopped in the underpass,

put a stocking on his
face, pulls out a gun,

and demanded all their
cash, jewelry, cell phones.

Put everything in a knapsack
and took off on foot.

- He went north.
- Two of them tried to resist.

They got punched in the
face for their efforts.

I can't do it. I can't put these folks

in my... in my squad. It's a total mess.

You know, what we really need is a bus.

Really? You guys are gonna
make them get back on there?

Am I the only one that
thinks that's kind of mean?

Well, what do you got, 20 of them?

I don't know. God closes a door...

And he opens a window.
We can put them in there.

We'll stick them back on as soon
as the forensics guys are done.

You know what? You're gonna drive, Collins.

- Sir.
- (Andy scoffs)

- Typical, huh?
- What?

The one time that we all
want to get off early,

and now we gotta interview a
bunch of slow-talking walters.

- Yeah, so?
- Well, I'm actually excited about tonight.

- Yeah, you love weddings.
- Yeah, I love them.

- I'm not surprised.
- Don't worry.

I'll save a dance for you.

(Radio chatter)

(Breathes and exhales sharply)

Uh, can I borrow your phone?

No. No, you can't. No.

Dov, listen.

I'm not gonna take some perp to the prom,

- and probably she's not going to, um...
- (Dialing phone)

She's not gonna remember me.

Okay, she's not a perp.

- We never arrested her.
- Yeah, I know.

And while I agree it is a little messy...

- Um...
- That's what makes it exciting.

- No, don't...
- (Radio chatter)

(Sighs)

Hello?

Hi. Um... this is Officer Shaw calling.

Celery. Hi. Hey, how are you?

Um...

- probably you won't remember, uh...
- (Clears throat)

Yeah. No. Uh, I remember,

I just didn't think that you would.

And, um...

anyway, are you free, uh... tonight?

Uh, to go to a wedding with me.

And I'm sure that you're
not. It's very last minute,

and I just...

Okay, then. Uh, 6:00?

Quarter to 6:00?

Okay, see you. Yeah. Bye.

(Phone beeps)

Ah... Epstein.

(Radio chatter)

- All right, well, welcome to the 15 division.
- Hmm.

This is our sally port.

Uh, it's a common term for a
secured, controlled entryway.

It's an old expression,
"port" just meaning door,

and "sally" coming from
the military maneuver

to jump out and surprise your attackers.

- Uh, "sally forth!"
- (Murmuring)

Uh... as it were.

- (Door buzzes and beeps)
- Um... all right.

Well, if you want to follow
me into the station here,

we'll get you all seated
and take your statements.

- It's gonna be a long one.
- (Phone ringing)

- Yeah, it's gonna be a long night, Sally.
- Yeah, Sally.

(Chuckles) Frank, what's going on?

Hey, hey, Sammy.

look, I, uh, kinda got a little thing here.

Uh, talk to me.

(Sighs) Lance, uh... that's my brother.

He, uh, was supposed to be my best man.

but... ass-hat missed
his flight from Jamaica.

I don't know why, don't wanna know why.

But right now...

I don't have a best man.

- Okay.
- Look, Sam, Sam...

I'm begging you, all
right? Right now I could...

- I could really use a friend.
- On my way.

(Phone beeps) I gotta go.

You got this, right? I'm on my cell.

- Keep me posted.
- Yeah, yes. You go. Yeah, we'll...

we'll solve the crime. We'll wind it up.

We gotta solve it quick.

We still gotta get you a suit. (Pats back)

- (Indistinct conversations)
- Hey.

Here's some Earl Grey with milk.

- Thank you.
- I'm sorry.

I don't know why I'm suddenly so shaky.

You're in shock. You
were robbed at gunpoint

and you watched two of
your friends get beaten up,

and now you're in a police station.

Plus, you're old.

Well, when you put it like that...

All right. (Sighs)

Walter, Constance,

I take it you two are married.

Hell no. We're, uh...

What do you call it? Ene-friends.

Frenemies, you idiot.

We've hated each other 40 years now.

(Door buzzes in background)

Eleanor, any description
that you could give us

would be really helpful.

Well, obviously I didn't see anything.

- Yes, sorry.
- But one thing I can tell you...

there was something
strange about his voice.

You know, it was... it was low-pitched.

Fake, like he was putting it on.

Uh, I couldn't see much. He
had that stocking over his face.

He had a hat on, gloves.

I wish I'd paid attention
to him when we got on,

but I was too busy trying to find

a good seat for Eleanor.

Think about it.

A bunch of well-heeled seniors

all off for a day at the slots,

flush with cash,

everyone dolled up in their Sunday best.

It's really quite clever. The perfect plan.

(Typing) Well, it's a good
thing we got sharp eyewitnesses

- like yourself.
- (Laughs)

Let me ask you a question. Your suit...

I like it.

- Where'd you get it?
- Archie.

Archie, are you all right?

Most excitement that's
happened in 20 years.

(Sighs) Your bridge
nights don't hold a candle.

June Heaton. I'm the
manager at Bedford Health.

- You hired the bus?
- Yes, but I've been using

Princess Coachlines for six years now.

I have never, ever had a problem.

Okay, this bus was from Hawkline.

- Hawkline?
- Mm-hmm.

I've never heard of it.

- Yeah?
- Officer Shaw? Hi.

I talked to the bus company,

and they don't know
anything about the driver.

But they did say that they
rented it to a new customer...

get this, though... John Doe.

Excuse us.

Okay, so, our bad guy,
he cancels the regular bus

and then he rents a different bus

under a fake name.

All right? Then he picks them up,

takes them away, robs them silly.

Archie, my witness... great guy...

he says it's the perfect plan.

All right, you got 20
wealthy seniors loaded down

with cash and jewelry.
If you're the driver,

you're in and out in five minutes.

It's an inside job.

It is the perfect plan,

but you gotta know that
it's happening, right?

So someone on the inside
must have tipped our guy off.

Okay.

All right, okay, so you know what?

We're gonna go back at 'em.

Subject descriptions,

I need an inventory of
stolen items, motive,

suspicious behavior.

All right? Come on, get on it.

When you're done,

- throw 'em in the lounge.
- Yeah, but...

- What? But what?
- Well...

the wedding's in less than four hours.

All right, then get cracking,

'cause nobody leaves
here until this is sorted.

- (Officers murmuring)
- Sorry.

- Okay...
- (Speaking indistinctly)

(Radio chatter)

Okay, so, June...

Princess Coachlines.

- We need to know who you talked to.
- I don't remember.

I'm sorry, I don't know.

I... I do this trip every year.

And you didn't notice

that the bus was a different company?

- No, I didn't notice.
- And you didn't notice the driver?

Nothing? Not one thing?

I'm sorry. I don't remember.

My husband just arrived. Can I say hello?

I won't go anywhere.

Doesn't remember anything.

Keeps apologizing. I
think she's on something.

Maybe a little bit of fear and guilt.

I mean, you're going at her pretty hard.

I want to talk to the husband.

I think we found our bus driver.

(Inhales sharply) Yeah,
somehow I doubt that.

(Radio chatter)

What?

(Speaking inaudibly)

But, you know, keep at it.

You may crack her yet.

(Alert beeps, radio chatter)

Okay, so he got your watch,

your cufflinks, $100 in cash,
and your wife's pearl necklace.

Yeah, that's it. I mean,
that's the sad thing.

You know, that somebody would beat up

two old men for...

a bag of trinkets.

My watch, my phone,

my diamond ear studs.

He even took my wedding rings.

Three rings. Three marriages.

She wore a white dress every time,

like she was fooling anyone.

Yeah, but at least I've been married,

- unlike bachelor of the year here.
- (Mouths word)

You're a lucky girl.

You still have that
special day ahead of you.

Big party, friends, family.

Annulment, divorce,

being dumped at the altar,
public embarrassment.

Yeah, it sounds pretty heavenly.

Now, you I like.

(Phone rings)

Got the instructions right here.

- (Man speaking indistinctly)
- There are the best ones, okay?

I don't know why I'm so nervous.

- It's all good.
- I've been married twice already.

I should be a freakin' pro by now.

It's gonna be great. All
right. This... collar up,

take the two ends, overhand knot, right?

I guess it's different
when it's the real thing.

- Yeah. How do you know?
- (Man) Voilà.

You look fabulous.

A neighborhood like mine,
you... you grow up thinking

that real men didn't show how they feel.

You know? But, uh...

it was an act, you know?

Macho crap.

But Noelle never bought into it.

You know, to this day,

she pulls me in close and, uh,

if I'm holding back, she says...

(Clicks tongue)

"It's just me, Frank.

It's just me."

You know it's real when, uh,

when she makes you better.

You know, even though it's...

it's tough sometimes, but...

but you're grateful.

(Chuckles)

Let me try that.

Yeah. (Chuckles)

- (Sighs) All right.
- (Phone ringing)

Okay...

- It's Nash. I'm gonna answer it, okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.

(Man) One end of the bow tie

- should be longer than the other.
- Hey, Nash. What's going on?

Sam? What are you doing there?

Last-minute emergency. Go figure.

Let's hope there's not two of them.

- Is Noelle with you guys?
- No. Why?

Have you seen Noelle today?

- No. Why?
- Do you know if she's checked in with Frank at all?

No, don't ask him that. In fact,

don't ask him anything.
Just... just forget I called.

- Just forget I called.
- Hey, Nash, what's going on?

Noelle's missing.

We showed up at the hotel.

She didn't check in last night.

They haven't seen her. We've
called her entire family.

Nobody knows where she is.

Okay, well, uh, you're a detective,

so why don't you do some
detective work and go find her?

Thanks. Why didn't I think of that?

(Phone beeps and clatters on counter)

Find who? Someone missing?

- Hey! Would you look at that?
- Huh?

- (Laughs) Voilà.
- I'd marry you.

You look fabulous.

- All right, what are we doing here?
- Just talk to him.

- (Archie) Yeah, that looks great.
- Archie.

What's wrong with the squad room?

According to my partner here,

- you've got something important to tell me.
- I do.

Slate-gray, double vented.

Uh, 34 waist.

Charcoal. And I'd say he's a 33.

Epstein, what are we doing?

Two birds, one stone, officer.

You're taking my statement,

and we're fitting you for a suit.

(Alert beeps, radio chatter)

(Groans) I just wanted
today to be easy, you know?

One simple little shift.

No stolen buses,

no blind witnesses.

No old people crying about
their missing wedding rings.

Wait, who's crying about
their missing wedding ring?

I don't know. Gail's lady.

Anyway, I was just trying
to be dramatic, all right?

- I was making a point.
- (Phone vibrates)

(Velcro tears) (Phone beeps)

Oliver?

- Hang on.
- Where are you?

I am... I'm busy. I am investigating.

Why? What are you,
uh... what are you doing?

Nothing. Look.

You do realize we're
gonna be here all night.

(Archie) Too short. Too short.

They need to break on the heel.

Back off, Archie.

Have I ever let you down?

Once. The Glen plaid number.

I don't know what you were thinking.

Always with the Glen plaid.

- Sorry. Where are you?
- Uh...

(Beeping) I'm, uh...

You know, you're breaking up on me now.

I'm gonna have to phone you back.

You are fired.

Get that phone out of your pocket, Officer.

- It ruins the line.
- Sorry.

Now, what car are you driving tonight?

Because I've got a little gem of a car

that could really use an outing.

Glen plaid. Is that a road?

Wedding rings.

- What?
- Graham and Eleanor Ward.

They didn't list them in their
inventory of stolen items...

watch, cufflinks, $100
in cash, fake pearls.

No mention of wedding rings.

Maybe that's because they didn't take them.

Maybe they weren't wearing them.

I'd really like to take Eleanor home.

It's been a long day.

We just wanted to check. You
folks are married, correct?

- I certainly hope so.
- (Chuckles) Yeah. (Chuckles)

It's just you're not wearing wedding rings.

So we wanted to make sure
those weren't stolen as well.

No, it's pure luck.

Graham... he took them to
be cleaned a couple days ago.

- Funny how the universe works, isn't it?
- Certainly is.

Eleanor, I'm gonna take
you back into the lounge

for a few minutes.

We're just gonna speak with your husband.

Oh, it's all right, dear. Go ahead.

Sir, is there anything you'd like to share?

I'd really rather not have
to do this in interview.

For what? Getting our rings cleaned?

I'm sorry, Officer.

You're gonna have to do
a little better than that.

(Indistinct conversations)

This is Noelle's old place. (Keys jangle)

She's been trying to sell it
since she moved in with Frank.

She gave you a key?

Well, that's what single girls do, Steve.

They give each other keys to their place.

That way, if you die alone...

Your friend can come over, get you dressed

and hide your porn... yeah, I get it.

(Children playing in distance)

Noelle?

Noelle, are you in here?

Nash. What are you doing here?

We were worried about you.

You're supposed to be getting
married in three hours.

Yeah, well, uh, here's the thing...

I'm not getting married.

Have you told Frank?

No. I'm gonna call him
when I get somewhere.

Nan's got Olivia, so she'll
be fine for a few days.

I just... need to get my head together.

I just came here to grab some clothes.

Noelle...

honey, what's going on?

I went to St. Pat's yesterday.

Just a routine mammogram.

I do it every year. Family history.

They found a lump.

Biopsy's not back yet, but
it doesn't look like the...

nothing kind of lump,

it looks like the something kind of lump.

But you don't know for sure.

I know that my mother
died of breast cancer.

She was 43. And my sister was diagnosed

6 years ago, and she died when she was 37,

so I've kind of been waiting
for this my whole life,

dreading it.

I just didn't think it
would happen this week.

Why haven't you told Frank?

(Sniffles)

Because he'd marry me anyway.

And I don't want to do that to him.

I mean, I already feel like I trapped him

by getting pregnant. I'm not gonna let him

end up with some sick
wife to look after, too.

I'm just... I'm not.

I love him too much to do
that to him. (Zipper zips)

Noelle, I know this might seem
all unmanageable right now...

Listen, I just need some space. I just...

need to get my head
straight. I'm... (Sighs)

I gotta call a cab.

No, no. We'll... we'll drive you.

Anywhere you want to go.

Come on, we'll...

we'll take you right now.

So where we going?

Island airport? Union station?

- I don't...
- Yeah, you know the island airport has a flight out

every six minutes... Chicago, New York,

Montreal, myrtle beach. I guess
I'll decide when I get there.

You know, New York would be cool.

Except for the fact that
it's insanely expensive.

It's, like, $500 a night
for a crappy hotel room

the size of your head, you know.

But, hey, you might get to see a musical.

Like, uh, "Cage aux Folles"

- or "Sister Act" or... or "Cats."
- I hate musicals.

Yeah, me, too. That's why I go to Chicago.

It's just like here except it's windier.

Uh, you know, Montreal is nice,

but unless you speak French,
it's kind of tricky to navigate,

especially when you're feeling fragile.

You know, I know. I tried.

I spent two weeks hiding out
there after my last breakup.

You know what happened? I gained 10 pounds.

10 pounds.

Drinking beer and eating
croissants, you know?

- 'Cause it's the only thing I could order in French.
- Is this guy for real?

- I... I'm afraid so.
- So I kept ordering it. But I guess, you know,

it doesn't matter, right?

Just as long as you're somewhere else,

so we'll drop you off at the airport,

then we'll go break
the news to Frank, okay?

Noelle, I'm gonna need you to tell me

what you want me to tell him.

He'll be leaving in an hour.

You can catch him before
he goes to the hotel.

J... just don't tell him to sit down.

No buildup. He hates that.

He'll know something's up anyway.

And then just... just tell him.

Just... tell him...

Five minutes until we hit the airport.

(Exhales) Screw it.

Turn the car around.

You've got a 73-year-old victim of a crime

sitting in an interview room.

This better be good. Well, it isn't.

We talked to June Heaton.

She informed us that you and your wife

were behind four months on your payments.

Bedford house is $10,000 a month.

I know how much it costs.

Well, she said she's worried.

That she told you that if you
don't come up with the fees,

- you have to leave.
- I'm not sure I'd trust June's memory.

She's stretched a little thin.

So how are you gonna pay for it?

Sold your house six years ago.

You have no pension to speak of,

and you're well through
your line of credit.

What you do have is a nephew...

Jameson Ward.

33, history of B&Es, theft, fraud.

(Clicks tongue) Well, he's...

working on construction now.

He's got a job at a cement factory

- down at the docks.
- We know that.

We actually checked
your cell phone records.

You've been talking to him
quite a lot this last month.

I mean, even a couple phone calls today.

Except those ones didn't get answered.

(Breathes sharply)

Do I need a lawyer?

We can certainly get you a public defender.

It's just that's gonna take some time.

Must seem really easy to you right now.

Work hard, pay your taxes.

What you can't know is the hard stuff.

When you can't work anymore,

or when the woman...

you've been loving for 40 years

needs treatment you can't pay for.

See, that's the tricky part.

That's the part you...

really can't plan for.

(Exhales sharply)

We were gonna split the money.

He said he wouldn't hurt anyone.

(Voice breaking) Does Eleanor know?

No.

We thought maybe you'd
like to tell her yourself.

(Chuckles)

Well, then, Officer,

you must not be married.

Just tell him to take
it easy with the clutch.

It's a '62, so it should be fine,

but it is a delicate animal.

Will do. And, Archie,

thank you again for everything.

Oh, thank you, Officer.

I can't tell you how nice it
is to feel relevant. (Chuckles)

Okay, folks, you are free to go.

Transportation's been arranged,

and there's cars for you waiting outside.

That's great.

So, I, uh, I guess you
know who did it, huh?

Of course they know who did it.

That's why we're going home.

- I'm just asking.
- Uhh... (Sighs)

What?

You're too young to be this cynical.

Find a friend. Have a
little fun once in a while.

Oh, you mean like Walter?
You two hate each other.

(Chuckles) I don't hate
him. He's my plus-one.

Trust me, sweetheart,

life's way too long to go through it alone.

(Man shouting in distance, radio chatter)

- Excuse me?
- Yeah?

We're looking for a Jameson Ward.

- Jamie?
- Jamie, Jameson... yeah. Either works.

Uh, Jamie's up there.

- He's spot welding a strap hinge.
- Of course he is.

I'm sorry, I can't bring
him down till he's done.

He's my only welder on tonight.
I gotta get that thing fixed.

- It's a major safety issue.
- Okay.

- Well, is there any other way down?
- No.

(Man shouting in distance)

Okay, we'll wait.

All right, I'll let you
know when he comes down.

Thank you.

(Man speaking over radio indistinctly)

(Groans) Fine.

Cancel my hair appointment. (Dialing)

(Man) * I feel so good all the time *

♪ I need you here by my side ♪

- (sets parking brake)
- * oh, honey, you make me feel *

♪ so good ♪

♪ you make me feel ♪

♪ so good now ♪

♪ oh, if you doin' all right ♪

♪ I'll see you 'round tomorrow night ♪

♪

♪ tell me it's workin', baby ♪

♪ I want you all night ♪

♪ I need your arms to hold me tight ♪

May I?

(Laughs) You may.

♪ make me feel so good ♪

We're here.

Whoo. Wow. (Laughs)

(Closes door) Come on.

♪

(Laughs)

(Soft music playing) (Laughter
and indistinct conversations)

All right, well, here we are.

Um, okay, Frank is my boss.

And Noelle is my friend. Hey.

- Ah, hey!
- Hi.

Oh, hey. Do you remember Dov?

Mm-hmm. Um... and... hi, guys.

- Hi. Hey, Oliver.
- And, uh, together,

uh, Frank and Noelle have a
beautiful little girl named Olivia.

- She is...
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Was that...

Yes. Um, together they have
a little girl named Olivia.

- She's gorgeous.
- Named after you?

- Of course. Well, I don't know, actually.
- (Giggles)

- I never really asked.
- Oliver.

- Hi.
- Hey, I was hoping I'd see you.

I... I wasn't sure you were gonna make it.

Yeah. Well, um... I'm here.

- Hi.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, sorry. Um... Zoe, this is Celery.

- Celery, this is Zoe.
- Hi.

I... I'm sorry. What's your name?

Celery. Like the vegetable.

The one your kids probably don't eat.

What do you know about my kids?

- Oh, hold on. Um...
- (Stammers)

Excuse us. Just give us a second.

- Zoe... come on!
- What?

Well, you're here with Max,
and I am here with celery,

- so we're gonna be cool.
- Max didn't come.

We broke up a couple days ago.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- No, you're not.

Actually, I am.

I am. Come here.

(Kisses)

We'll talk later. Okay? Okay.

Okay. All right.

That's... I'm sorry.

(Indistinct conversations)

May I take your coat?

I thought we were meeting at the bar.

Coat check girl hasn't shown up.

Figured I'd wait for you here.

- Hang a few coats.
- Oh, how very weird of you.

I've made 20 bucks.

Make that $22.

In the jar, please.

(Rattles)

Tip?

I only have a $5.

Wow!

You know what? I hate these things.

Everyone's milling around.

I mean, they're laughing
and they're caring.

I know. It's awful.

I usually dodge this stuff,

but you needed a
last-minute plus-one

and I am all about growing these days.

So...

(Sets glasses down) Macarena?

Let's just get this over with.

Thank you so much for helping me.

No problem. Uh, who is Taffy?

Taffy? Taf...

Traci. It's my first time
using a calligraphy pen.

- Where?
- She's here.

- Where's Noelle?
- Uh... I... I haven't seen her.

She... she's not here yet?

- No. Why?
- She disappeared.

- Nobody knows where she is.
- What? What?

D... don't tell Frank.
He doesn't know. Shh.

(Claps hands) Hey. Okay.

So, where's my beautiful fiancée?

- She's... not feeling well.
- I think she's on her way down, I think.

- What?
- All right, what's going on, guys?

All right, Epstein, what the
hell's going on around here?

I'm dating Chloe.

You're what?

Yeah. I... I'm dating Chloe.

Your goddaughter, your bridesmaid,

and, yes, my colleague.

But the thing is, it
started before she did.

I mean, b... b... before she started at 15,

- not before she started to exist...
- Frank. Frank.

Staff...

Sir. Uh, Noelle's here.

She needs to talk to you.

(Sighs)

Yeah.

So, what?

- We don't get to talk about this?
- Frank, please.

I have been where you
are with my own family.

There is no way to prepare for this.

It's just better this way, all right?

- At least, like, until I can figure out...
- Wh... better for who?

Me? Olivia? You?

Look, whatever happens,

we will get through it.

You and me.

Same as it... it always has been.

What if I don't want to
get through it together?

What if I can't?

Then I guess you're
gonna have to try harder

to shake me loose.

I'm not letting you walk away from us

because of something that may

or may not happen, baby.

Something that I would want to be here for.

(Exhales) Listen to me. Sweetheart.

Baby, it's just me.

It's just me.

All right.

(Exhales) It's gonna be all right.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

I know. It's just...

I know you really wanted to be there.

- It's fine.
- Nah.

Not really. (Beeps)

(Phone rings)

(Beeps) (Laughing)

- Hey, Dov?
- (Lowered voice) Where are you guys?

We're working. You?

Uh, just waiting for the bride to show up,

but I gotta go. It's gonna start soon.

Uh, hey, hey, uh...

you got speakerphone?

- Are you serious?
- Come on.

We'll put our end on mute.
We just want to listen.

Yeah, sure. I guess it can't get any worse.

(Chuckles) (Phone beeps)

(Laughing) Sorry.

(Wagner's "Bridal chorus"
from "Lohengrin" playing)

There it is. That's the riff.

She's coming in.

♪

(Noelle chuckles)

(Music continues over speakerphone)

♪

(Music ends)

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here
together today to join Frank

and Noelle in holy matrimony.

I actually wish we were there.

Me, too.

There's nowhere I'd rather
be than here, though.

Just...

you and me sitting here,

doing what we do.

I, Franklin Joseph Best,

take you, Noelle Grace Williams,

to be my lawful wedded wife,

to have and to hold,

from this day forward,

for better or worse,

in sickness and in health,

to love and cherish,

till death do us part.

(Sniffles and laughs)

- (Minister) Noelle?
- Oh...

it gets me every time.

I don't know why.

You know? I know the words
like the back of my hand,

but somehow...

I don't know, they just get more magical,

you know, every time I hear them.

That's how I feel about you.

What, that my words get
more magical? (Chuckles)

No.

You do.

- (Noelle) ... To love and cherish...
- It's crazy, right?

Till death do us part.

No, I just...

Yeah, sorry to interrupt.

I wanted to let you know
Jamie's on his way down.

Thank you.

(Radio chatter)

Jameson ward?

I'm Officer McNally.
This is Officer Collins.

Can you tell us where
you were this morning,

approximately 10:30 A.M.?

What's this about? What's going on?

Well, there was a bus robbery at that time.

- We got reason to believe...
- No. Just...

we just want to talk to
you for a few more minutes.

Come on, come back down here!

(Sighs) Jameson Ward, you are under arrest

for... evading arrest.

- That's a good one.
- I don't know.

(Stammers) So what do you think?

I mean, where's he gonna go, right?

Do you wanna go after him?
'Cause I'm game if you want to.

No. What's the point?

There's no rush.

(Reverse signal beeping, radio static)

1504, we got eyes on the
suspect in the bus robbery.

He's, uh...

he's climbed 70 feet up the tower.

We could use a little
backup. (Radio static)

(Woman) Copy, 1504. (Radio static)

So what do we do now?

I don't know.

(Scoffs)

It's crazy, right?

That's what you said.

I guess that's up to you.

(Breathes sharply)

(Laughter) Ah! It's the first dance!

- (Jill Barber) * long as this world *
- Go ahead.

(Cheering) (Man) Frankie and Noelle!

* keeps spinnin' around *

Mr. and Mrs.!

* I'll keep holding on *

* to this love that I found *

* I won't let go *

(Laughter) Oh-ho-ho! Oh!

I'm gonna get another
drink. Do you want one?

Yeah, please.

* and I will never, ever quit loving you *

It's not too late.

We haven't consummated the union.

You could run out the
door, annul the marriage.

Then let's do it right now.

What?

Consummate the union.

(Both laugh)

Maybe we should finish the song.

- I think we'd have a good time, though.
- (Laughing) I think so, too.

- Come join us.
- Please.

Get out there.

- Wanna go out there?
- I don't really care to dance.

Ah, come on, you need it.

* feeling blue *

* that I will never *
* ever *

* ever quit loving you *

(both laugh)

Hey, uh... they look great, huh?

*

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

I don't want to interrupt.
I'm just gonna...

- I'm gonna head out.
- What?

Um... wait. Where are you going?

Mm...

I just think

you have some things to figure out, so...

I'm just gonna grab a cab. I'm just...

- no hard feelings.
- No, no, no...

no hard feelings, but I don't.

I have nothing to figure out.

The... the only thing that I
have to figure out is how I get

the most beautiful woman in this room

- to dance with me.
- (Chuckles)

You know, I... it's been a while.

A good, long while,
but I dance all the time

with my girls, and I don't
know if you know this,

but One Direction... they
just dropped a new record,

- and I know it back to front.
- (Laughs)

- Yes.
- Yes!

- We're gonna dance!
- (Laughs)

*

Mmm!

(Mouth full) Oh, my
God! You gotta try this.

- What is it?
- Some kind of cake lollipop. It's amazing.

(Smacks lips) Try it.

So? Huh?

(Mouth full) Keep 'em coming. That's good.

- Keep 'em coming!
- Oh, yes. (Laughing) That's good.

- Mm-hmm. (Laughing)
- There you go.

- You know the best part about tonight?
- Your outfit.

Maid of honor in running
shoes. I know. Classic.

You did good.

So did you.

Um, so what was the
best part about tonight?

- Hmm?
- The heart-shaped brownies.

- Where?
- Covered in gold leaf.

They've been coming by every five minutes.

There she is.

Mmm. (Laughs)

Don't move. Stay here.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

("Dancing with your ghost" playing)

(Holly laughing)

So is it still fun getting dressed?

(Laughs) What do you mean?

Well, I mean, that's the
most fun part of a date,

is getting dressed. I
mean, how does it work

if two girls are getting dressed together?

I don't know. How does it work with a guy?

I mean, if you live together,
he gets dressed first,

and then you get... dressed.

It's very stupid. Stupid question.

(Chuckles)

What about...

if you want to

borrow a dress or shoes or clothes?

I mean, is that cool? Do you

share each other's things?

I wouldn't share your things.

- What is wrong with my things?
- Nothing.

They're just not my style.

Oh, not enough fleece for you, Holly?

Not enough backpacks?

You are insane.

You know that, right?

I'm gonna take this with
me, if you don't mind.

Plenty more out there.

Sorry. Wh... where are you going?

Dancing.

I kinda need to get it out of my system.

Thanks. That was fun.

Plus-one forever.

* all of the faces *

* of the other people staring back at me *

- Thank you, pal.
- Help yourself. Nice suit.

- Oh...
- One more, please.

Thanks, man.

(Laughs)

This is the first date
I've had in two decades.

You know? It takes the
edge off a little bit.

Yeah?

Are you... are you happy?

I am. I am happy. I am happy. I am happy.

Are you happy, my friend?

Yeah... I'm trying.

Okay, well...

don't miss your chance, pal.

*

Uh, Nick...

I think I just need a little bit of time.

It's okay. I'm not going anywhere.

* said I'm dancing *

I got all the time in the world.

* said I'm dancing with
your ghost, ooh, yeah *

Okay.

Thank you.

* can't keep him away from me *