The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 6, Episode 3 - Wedding in Red - full transcript

Oh. Sorry he woke you.
Ripped By mstoll

Oh, it wasn't him.

Was I snoring again?

I thought it was
a low-flying jet.

Thanks for playing with him.

I don't mind.

I had to get up early anyway
to drive home,

and get changed for work.

Yeah. He's a good kid.
You know, I'd like to stay at your place.

But when I have Benjamin,
it's...

I know. It's fine.



You know,
you should be careful, lady.

I could still make
an honest woman of you yet.

You actually could.

Did you hear about
last month's policy change?

Oh, yeah. No more sanctions
on office relationships.

Yeah. Read the e-mail.

Right. As long as there's
no rank issues.

Right. So, I, uh...
I couldn't date Lisbon.

Right. But do you want
to date Lisbon?

No. God, no. I just...

No.

They're even letting agents
get married.

That's awesome.

You want to shower first?



- Oh, you go.
- All right.

Lisbon. Good.
We're going to Napa. You drive.

- Homicide bulletins?
- Hot off the press.

AJohn Doe in a duck pond awaits.

Well, that sounds like
a case for local authorities.

Bingo.

Napa. Okay, wait a minute.

That's Sheriff McAIlister's
jurisdiction.

You want to go and investigate
a Red John suspect.

Investigating is your thing.

I'd just like to get to know him
a little better. Shall we?

(DUCKS QUACKING)

MAN: Gardening crew found
the body submerged in the pond.

Doesn't look like he was in the
water for more than a few hours.

There's a contusion
on the back of the skull.

I'm guessing someone
caught him from behind.

What was he doing behind
a church

in the middle of the night?

Any personal belongings?

No wallet or cell phone.

Just a money roll
in his front pocket.

Thirty-two dollars in small bills.

LISBON: Hey, Jane?

Care to offer your opinion?

These ducks love muffins.

- Very helpful.
- Look at 'em go!

I see the cavalry has arrived.

- Sheriff McAIlister.
- Agent Lisbon. What, uh...

What brings your crack team
to our little slice of heaven?

Oh, you know, any excuse
to get up to wine country.

Well, we always welcome
the help,

but I expect I can handle
this one.

Well, to be honest, it was, uh,
it was me that wanted

- to come out here.
- Is that a fact?

Well, more of a feeling.

I think there's more out here
than meets the eye.

- How so?
- You don't feel it?

No.

What's your take?

- On what?
- Our friend.

Well, let's have a look.

"One five six."

You suppose he's repping
his code?

Area code 156 is reserved
for telemarketers,

so I'm guessing no.

Well... he's a slack-Iooking fella.

Gloomy, even for a corpse.
You know, cheap clothes,

no muscle tone.

Uh, sedentary, low-income job.

Sounds right.

Your turn.

The tread on his shoes
wrap up around the heel

to prevent the heel
from slipping,

like those of
a serious race car driver,

or a delivery man that likes
to pretend he races cars.

Couple that with the roll
of small bills

found in his pant pocket...

Pizza delivery man.

Could be Mexican... or ribs.

Could be.

But, uh...

You don't detect the faint scent
of oregano about him?

That's a leap.

♪ (THEME MUSIC) ♪

What do you think?

Well, he's not as dumb
as he looks.

Is he Red John?

- It's too early to say.
- How do we find out?

I need to be alone with him.

Well, that would not be wise.

What's cookin' in here?

Spot any clues?

No. Well, just that hammer up there.
You see it?

Is that blood
on the hitting side?

Could be.
I'll call forensics.

- Fellas?
- Yeah.

Did you see that?

He did not want to go
up that ladder.

Uh, didn't
the psychiatrist's office say

that Red John was afraid
of heights?

That's very astute, Lisbon.

Well observed.

They'll join us
when they're done outside.

Yeah, I can't wait that long.

Sheriff, would you mind
going up the ladder for me?

You want me to climb
all the way up there

in these pointed toe boots?

That's ajob for sensible shoes.

- It would be a big help.
- I got it, boss.

Thank you, son.

Hey, boss, Cho got a DMV hit
on the victim's prints.

His name is Larry Kincaid, 46,
clean record.

Nope. Doesn't look like blood.
I think it's paint.

Thanks, Rigsby.

Kincaid lived in Vacaville,

and worked as
a pizza delivery driver.

What was the victim doing
in Napa?

His boss said he was here
for his niece's wedding tonight.

Stacey Bonner.
The rehearsal dinner was here last night.

All right,
you two stay in the area

and look for witnesses.

We've got a wedding party
to find.

Use the table to help you swirl.
The table's your friend.

You look so sexy
when you do that.

This draws oxygen into the wine
to bring out the aroma.

Who cares what it smells like?
Let's drink.

Excuse me. Is this
the Bonner-Salas wedding party?

I'm Stacey Bonner.
Can I help you?

Yes, I'm Agent Teresa Lisbon
with the CBI.

This is Patrick Jane.

We found a body

behind the Bella Vista
wedding chapel this morning.

It's a member of your party.
His name is Larry Kincaid.

Uncle Larry?
Oh, no.

Oh, don't everyone cry at once.

My wife's brother was something
of a courtesy invite.

He's a nice enough guy,

but a little off,
socially speaking.

Okay. Uh, you're the bride's father,
I take it.

And, uh, where's your wife?

She's resting back at the hotel.

She came down with a migraine
last night.

Poor Uncle Larry.
Mom's gonna freak out.

- It's okay, Caria.
- The wedding is ruined!

What happened to him?

That's what we're trying
to find out.

Can I see the body?

Suzie,
that's not very appropriate.

This is life happening.
We can't shut our eyes.

So can I look at him?

No.

Who was the last person
who saw the victim alive?

All of us.
After the rehearsal dinner,

we all hit up
the big party tent.

- The wedding pavilion.
- The wedding pavilion.

It's the big tent by the chapel.

We ran out of wine, and Larry
offered to make an alcohol run.

I'm Mr. Salas.
Roberto's my son.

Did Uncle Larry ever come back?

No. But we weren't surprised.

It felt like he was looking for
an excuse to leave the party.

Yeah. It's like he was a ghost
before he was a ghost.

Angel, you're such an idiot.
He was her uncle.

I'm sorry, baby.
He seemed like an okay guy.

I'm not crying
about Uncle Larry.

It is the wedding day.

Oh. Oh!

We're still gonna get married, right?
Right?

I guess.
But it's all so sordid.

(SIGHS)

Lisbon said this was
the last room

the victim was seen alive in.

It's gonna be
a beautiful wedding.

I can think of better ways
to spend good money.

Oh, yeah? Like what?
A new leather sectional?

No. Okay, how'd you guess?

I used to dream about
having a Cinderella wedding.

You did?
You never said anything.

Ah. It was a long time ago.

I suppose it all seems
silly now.

(RATTLING)

Police.

Who's in here?

(THUD)

Step out slowly.

Don't shoot.

Set it down.

- Hands behind your back.
- It's not what you think.

What's this?

Laxatives in the wedding cake, huh?
That's a cute move.

- What's your name?
- Oscar Salas.

The groom's brother.

Why'd you want to ruin
your brother's wedding, Oscar?

- Why not?
- You don't like his fiancee?

Twitter freak.
Completely self-obsessed.

They all are.

Children who need
constant feedback.

Just wait until
they try that cake.

I am dying to read that Tweet.

What about Uncle Larry?

He seems cool.

At least he doesn't
follow the pack.

Did you know
he was murdered last night,

after the rehearsal dinner?

No.

Any idea who might want
to hurt him?

Yeah. Angel.
My brother's best man.

He talked trash
about Larry all the time.

I think he sent him
text messages, too.

What was your beef
with the victim?

No beef.

We heard you didn't like him.

You heard wrong.
I didn't have no opinion of him.

Barely knew the guy.

We also heard you harassed him
with text messages.

That's not true.

How about you show me
those texts?

I'm not giving you my phone.

I can have a court order here
in 30 minutes.

Only then, I'll be looking
at you as a suspect.

"Hey, Larry,
any word yet from your boss?

I could really use the work.
Thanks, buddy."

He was helping you get
a pizzajob?

I need work.
So what?

You get the job?

Nope.

Did you leave the wedding tent
at any point

during the after party?

No, I was there till the end.
Ask anyone.

And Larry was long gone
by the time I left.

Thank you for coming,
Mrs. Bonner.

Did you happen to see
your brother leave the party?

No, I, uh, I had a headache.

I left the party early

and walked back
to the honeymoon suite.

Why were you
in the honeymoon suite?

We're paying for this wedding.

What was the victim
doing at the party?

The usual... standing... watching.

To be honest,
I felt sorry for the man.

What was your relationship
with the victim?

Larry's my fiancee's uncle,

so as far as I'm concerned,
he's my blood.

But weird blood, you know?

Do you know of anybody who may
have wanted to harm the victim?

Nobody really felt
strongly enough about him

one way or the other.
He just kinda...

floated along like
family flotsam.

That was his strength, you know?

The power of
social invisibility.

I think I could have loved him.

Did he talk to anyone
at the party?

Yes. My son's friend Charlie
from college.

Did you know Roberto
went to college?

First in the family.

Well, I was pretty toasted.

But I think Larry was
talking about a new rifle.

Said he bought it
to defend himself.

Rifle? Are you sure?
The victim doesn't have

any record of gun ownership.

I think he was
just trying to fit in.

You know, be one of the guys.

Same reason Larry offered
to go on a liquor run for us.

Did you see the victim
leave the party?

No hablo Ingles.

LISBON: Excuse me.

Somebody in that wedding party
had to have seen something.

Love is in the air, Lisbon.

These two families are
about to be married.

They're not gonna turn
on each other without a push.

What kind of push?

If we're gonna learn
who killed Uncle Larry,

then we need to clear the air.

That means no more playing nice
for the happy couple.

- We need some honesty.
- Who's not being honest?

Well, you, for starters.

You're the groom's sister,
I take it.

And my bridesmaid.

Yes, that was a lovely gesture,

but you put her
in a very awkward position,

- because she resents you.
- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do. Be honest.
- Do you resent me, Rose?

You talk down to my brother!
You're always correcting him.

That's not true.
When has she ever...

Not now, Roberto.

Rose, are you mad at me

because I paid
for your bridesmaid dress?

You didn't pay for my dress.

- You don't work in retail.
- Now she's doing it to me.

Stacey was an English major, chica.
She just sounds superior.

"Chica?"
My daughter is not your housemaid.

Hey. She speaks English.

Can we all show
some respect here, please?

- We're a family now.
- Yes, one big, happy family.

Is that why you hooked up

with the bride's mother
at the after party?

What was that?

You said that your wife
had a migraine last night,

which is the enablers' code
for drunk.

And today, she can't look
the groom's father in the eye.

That's why she wasn't at
the wine tasting this morning.

- You made a move on my mom?
- Why you blaming Papi?

- Maybe your mom's the adulterer.
- Adulteress.

- Stop correcting him!
- Yeah! I see it now.

Okay, shut up!
This is my wedding day,

and I will say and do
whatever I want.

And what I want...
is to cancel this wedding.

Life. Happening.

Stacey, you don't mean that.

You guys have been planning this
for months.

I flew in from Florida
to be here.

You're all on your own.

Nice push.

Ah, something good will
come out of this. You'll see.

- Can we go back to Napa now?
- Please.

The groom's brother said
that neither side of the family

approves of the wedding,
but they're both pretending

- like they do.
- Not anymore.

I followed up on that rifle tip.

According to bank records,

Uncle Larry wrote a personal
check for one two weeks ago.

We need contact information
for the firearms dealer.

A private rancher sold it to him.
James Harris.

I have an address.

The victim said he brought
a rifle to protect himself.

Let's find out from who.
Rigsby, you're with me.

I'll run background checks
on the invitation list.

I thought you were
supposed to solve a crime,

not, uh, destroy a wedding.

Well, I'd say the killer did that.

I'm prepared to marvel
at your insight.

Who's the killer?

Still working on it.

Really? I'm surprised.

I'd have thought you'd have him
in cuffs by now.

Oh, I hate to disappoint you.

Jane, Mrs. Bonner would like
to have a word with you.

You were right.
Before I left the party,

Mr. Salas and I shared a kiss.
A drunken, mistaken kiss.

Hmm.

Where did this, uh,
inebriated smooch take place?

Behind the chapel.

Did you see anything
here by the pond?

No, but we heard a splash
around midnight.

Did you hear any screams
or sounds of a struggle?

- I should have gone to help him.
- It wouldn't have mattered.

It seems he was killed
someplace else.

The body was just dumped here.

Hiding the body until
after the wedding in the pond,

which is not such a great
hiding place, I would think.

A little too public.

Bella Vista. Bella Vista.

"Beautiful view" in Italian.
Where is this, uh, bella vista?

Through the trees.

Wow.

Now this is a place
to dump a body.

Take a look. Huh?

Killer hauls the body
to the pond.

Just a little bit further,

and he could have dumped it
right here.

He's right. Nobody's finding
anything down there.

Come over here, fella,
and have a look.

Yeah, I'm familiar
with the view.

Uh, tell us
what we're looking at.

- MAN: Sheriff what's your location?
- Excuse me. I'm gonna take this.

Yeah, I'm close.
I'll head back down...

Strike two.
You believe me now?

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Hey, Cho, you think
I'm the marrying type?

You proposed
to your baby mama.

Well, yeah, but every kid
deserves two parents.

I was talking about Van Pelt.

- You knock her up, too?
- No.

So why are we talking
about this?

Well, you clearly missed
the departmental memo.

They changed the policy
on office relationships.

- Don't have to lay low anymore.
- Good for you.

We could even get married
if we wanted to.

- Ah.
- That's it? "Ah?"

She wants to get married
and you don't want to.

No. Maybe.

No. I don't know.
What do you think I should do?

You want to make it my fault?

Okay, you're right.
It's my call

You're on private property.

CBI agents.
You James Harris?

That's right.

You sell a rifle to a man
named Larry Kincaid

about two weeks ago?

It's quite possible.
I'd have to check my receipts.

It's a violation of state law

for you to sell firearms
without a license.

What are you hiding in the barn?

My private arsenal.

Open the door, please.

Keep your hands
where we can see them.

If I recall,
Larry bought one of these.

A genuine
1840 Springfield musket.

It's rigged up
to fire blanks now.

You're a Civil War re-enactor.

That's right.
Field Commander

for the Napa Valley Cumberland guard,
156th regiment.

We got a battle
next week in Fort Point.

That must be what the "156"
meant on the victim's shirt.

What victim?

Larry was murdered last night
behind the Bella Vista chapel.

Very sorry to hear that.

You know of anyone who may have
wanted to hurt the victim?

Oh, God, no. No.
Larry was a harmless sort.

Quiet, but... a good soldier.

His loss is gonna leave a real hole
in our little community.

You break it, you buy it.

Oh, please, don't stop praying
on my account.

Oh, I'm not praying.

Texting. In church.

Isn't that a sin?

I hope not. I make my living
with my thumbs.

I'm, uh, sorry for busting
your wife.

It's not the first drunken kiss

she's shared with a man
that wasn't me.

And I'm sure it won't be
the last.

Do you have any idea
who killed her brother?

I believe it was someone
from the wedding party.

No. No, you're wrong.

No one had any reason
to kill Uncle Larry.

It would be like...
killing a Ilama. Why would you?

They spit.

Heh.

What do you do for a living?

I'm a speculator.
I look for undervalued assets.

What kind of assets?

Oh, artworks, islands,

anything I can buy low
and sell high.

Last month I found
a first edition

Coverdale Bible at a church auction,
printed in 1535.

I was gonna do a reading from it
at the wedding.

How much is that worth?

Oh, uh, half a million.

Wow.

For an antique Bible.

Where is it now?

With a private security firm.
They were gonna deliver it here

for the wedding tonight.

Might as well just sell it now.

(PHONE RINGS)

- Agent Van Pelt.
- Grace, I need your help.

It is imperative
that our young lovers

go ahead with the wedding
as planned.

Good luck with that.
You ruined a girl's wedding.

Yes, and I lack the putty

to spackle those
emotional wounds.

That's why I'm calling you.

- I have putty?
- No, you have life experience.

Use it to convince the bride

that her happily ever after
begins tonight.

Really?

Jane is feeling really badly for
what happened in the bull pen.

He shouldn't.
This was never going to work.

He did me a huge favor.

Your families don't want
the marriage.

Mom says I'm too smart
for Roberto.

And my dad is worried he won't
be able to take care of me.

And Roberto's parents
just want him to marry

a nice Catholic girl.

What do you want?

I want Roberto.

But...

...it's too complicated.

So you're gonna throw it away?

Look...

I had someone I wanted to spend
the rest of my life with.

But... staying together
would have ended my career.

So I let him go.

What happened?

Oh.

I got engaged to someone else.

That ended badly.
So I shut down a little inside.

Closed some doors
to feel safer.

But...

The problem is with every
passing year,

you close more doors.
Until eventually...

you wonder if anyone
will ever get inside again.

- That's really tragic.
- Yeah.

Well, that's why
I keep the dress.

- Your wedding dress?
- I know. It's crazy, right?

But... it reminds me of who I was...

Naive.

Maybe a little foolish, but...

...full of hope.

I'm afraid if I destroy
that dress...

I'll forget what hope
feels like.

What are we gonna do
about McAIlister?

Well, until I get some
alone time with him,

I'm not gonna draw
any conclusions.

Well, he's avoided heights twice.

If Red John is acrophobic,
why would he tell my shrink?

To gain her trust
so he could steal her file,

which he did right before
he killed her.

Guess what?
We're getting married.

No hard feelings.

Well, I think that's
a great decision.

Congratulations.
You... of course, you know,

we will have to attend
the ceremony,

just in case Uncle Larry's
killer reveals himself.

- Okay.
- Uh, you should follow us.

The courthouse closes.

Courthouse? What about
your big Napa wedding?

It's a waste, but, I mean,
what can we do?

I can't find a priest.
I canceled him this morning.

And we only have the chapel
for two more hours. So...

Well, you know, it turns out
that I am, in fact,

a certified wedding officiant.
I can marry you.

- Oh, my gosh.
- You're a lifesaver. Thank you.

- Thank you so much.
- It would be my pleasure.

Oh, you are not
legally ordained.

Yeah, I've never used it.

But I always thought it was
a handy thing to have.

- I don't believe you.
- I swear.

I could marry you off
in a minute.

Hey, Ron.
Don't tempt me.

Sheriff McAIlister.

Yeah, it's Patrick Jane.

What can I do for you, Patrick?

Well, I'm at the chapel.
We have a break in the case.

How soon can you meet me here?

(ECHOING) Real soon.

Funny thing.

I, uh, saw your car in the lot,

and I was just coming
to find you.

I didn't hear you coming.
You move quietly.

Well, it's an old habit.

I've been a hunter
most of my life.

Really? What do you hunt?

Anything with a face.
Game is game, right?

- You hunt?
- Me? No.

No. Too squeamish. L...
I couldn't handle all

the skinning and the gutting.

Sure, yeah.
Clean and quarter a kill.

It takes some stomach for that.

And a certain bloodlust.

(CHUCKLES)

There's a grain of truth
in that.

So you got a break
in the duck-pond killer case?

Well, less a break,
but more a plan.

I'm gonna reveal
the killer tonight.

And I need you and your people
to just hang back.

No problem.

I truly appreciate you
making my job easier for me.

You look great.

Thank you, Wayne.

Jane thinks our man's gonna try
to sneak out of the reception.

We need to be there.
I'm gonna follow him.

What if he's too cautious
to make a move while we're here?

If he's in the reception tent
for more than two hours,

Jane wants you to create
some sort of distraction.

He thinks
it'll encourage him out.

- What kind of distraction?
- You know what? Don't worry.

- I can handle this.
- Great.

Great. Let's split up.

"For this thing shall a man
leave his father and mother

and cleave unto his wife,

and the twain
shall become one flesh."

Whoa. That sounds messy...
But beautiful.

Thank you, Mr. Bonner.

Reading from the very rare
and valuable Coverdale Bible.

Scripture, tick. Rings...
we've, uh, we've done that.

- Have you ever done this before?
- Have you?

Yes. I'm married.

What's next?

Kissing.

That's what I thought.

Okay, um...

If there are no objections...

Nope, okay.

By the power vested in me...

...by a mail-order ministry,

I... I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

Roberto, you may kiss the bride.

(ATTENDEES CLAP)

(WEDDING MARCH PLAYS)

Thank you.

I'II, uh, I'll guard that for you,
if you'd like.

You wish.

Mr. Bonner trusted me
to lock this away

in the priest's room
for the reception, so...

step back, son.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

Excuse me?

Thank you.
Try the cake.

Oh, thank you.

It's been two hours,

and nobody's going
anywhere near the exit.

- We need a distraction.
- Okay.

- How do I look?
- Fine. Why?

Good.

Excuse me? Is this on?

Yeah.

(MINOR FEEDBACK)

Uh, excuse me,
ladies and gentlemen,

if I could have your attention,
for, uh, one second, please.

I'd like to offer one more toast.

I'd like to thank
Stacey and Roberto

for making me realize
just how important it is

to protect a dream.

I didn't protect my dream.

To be honest, I, uh, well,
I didn't know how.

But what can you do
when you meet the right person

at the wrong time?

Do her anyway!

Well, yeah, that works
for a while.

But eventually you say things...

...or don't say things.

You, uh, make more mistakes
than you can count.

And in the end, well...

...things fall apart.

Is this your idea
of a distraction?

Trust me.

Now if you're lucky,
you might find each other again.

But there's too much history,

and heartache to ever find
your way back to that dream.

At least that's what I thought.

I'm hoping...

I was wrong.

Grace...

Will you marry me?

Well, say something.
This is real.

Yes, Wayne,
of course I'll marry you.

(APPLAUSE)

LISBON: Target's on the move.

JANE: Oh, that was easy.

How'd you know I'd be here?

You know, the big fight
at the CBI,

you were the only one
that wanted the wedding

to go ahead as planned.

Ergo, you were the guilty party.

Guilty? I was just
checking on the Bible.

- I didn't do anything.
- You killed a man.

- What?
- Oh, Charlie, stop.

You're just embarrassing
yourself.

There's only one way
you could Jimmy a dead bolt.

With a putty knife.
You sawed through the bolt.

So you snuck out of the party,

but somebody caught you
in the act, didn't they?

Charlie?

What are you doing here, Larry?

I came to swipe
the priest's wine.

We ran out at the party.
Pretty smart, huh?

Uh, what are you doing here?

Is that a saw?

You're gonna steal the Bible,
aren't you?

You know how much
that thing is worth?

Larry, it's insured. All right?
Mr. Bonner will get his money,

and we'll get rich.

That's right, I'll cut you in.

Okay, you'll never have to deliver
another pizza in your life.

I kind of like
delivering pizzas.

I'm going back to the party now.

Larry, wait!

Well, you're not gonna
tell them, are you?

No, l... I'm just going back. Bye.

I don't suppose
you wanted to kill him,

but, uh, if wishes were horses,
and all that...

And you not being
from around here,

you didn't know about the cliff,

so you threw the body
in the pond.

I suppose you took
the wallet and ID

because you wanted to make it
look like a robbery.

You can put down
the putty knife now.

Whatever.

I'll leave this up to my lawyers.
Just...

Don't make the handcuffs
too tight, okay?

Oh, no, no.
I don't do the cuffing...

Jane, move away!

Charlie, put the gun down.

My dad died in jail.

I'll take my chances
on the outside, thank you.

You know, if you just let me go,
I'm sure they'd be happy

to open the dialogue with you.

Charlie, stay calm.

You don't want
to go down this road.

No, you don't.

Get away from me!

You wanna live?
Get me out of here.

Upstairs, now! Go!

Charlie, think about
what you're doing!

(GUNFIRE)

- What's through the door?
- No idea.

I'll cover it.

Set up an exterior perimeter
with Rigsby and Van Pelt,

and call for backup.

Go on.

Keep moving.

Uh, yeah, I'd... I'd love to,
Charlie, but without wings...

On the roof.
Now!

We're getting out of here.

Okay.

Whoa!

Uh, you know if there's
a way down from here?

We're gonna find a way down.

Yeah, that's what
I was afraid of.

Uh...

McALLISTER: Hey!

Drop the gun.

Now he's talking directly
to Jesus.

Where... Where did you come from?

The church keeps an extension ladder
for tree trimming.

Don't look down.
Bad place for the spins.

Give me your hand.

Let's go.

McALLISTER: Good thing I ignored
your request to stay away, huh?

Guess I just felt obliged
to keep an eye on you.

Yeah. Why?

Truth is, I didn't trust ya.

The way you forced your way
onto the case here,

it almost seemed like you had
a hidden agenda.

Ah, well, sometimes
I give out mixed messages.

It's one of my many failings.

It looks like everybody's okay.

Sure. He saved my life
out there on the roof.

My pleasure.
I'm at your disposal anytime.

I'll see you two downstairs.

Hey, hey!
Get it out! Get it out!

I didn't see that coming.
I hate those things.

- You're not hurt?
- Oh, I'm fine, Lisbon. Ha.

Well, you missed all the action,
you know.

Oh, I did? Did you not see me
out there on the roof?

- That was some action.
- This is different.

It looks like we're going
to be spending

a little bit more time in Napa
than we expected.

Really?

Join hands and face each other,
please.

Grace, you'll begin.

Repeat after me.
I, Grace...

I, Grace...

- Take you, Wayne...
- Take you, Wayne...

to be my husband.

To have and to hold
from this day forward...

...for better or for worse,
for richer or for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish...

until death do us part.

You seem to have that down.

This has been
a long time coming.

And now you, Wayne.

Uh, everything she just said.

Grace, no more wasted time.

I want to spend every day
with you.

Every day for the rest
of our lives

and... whatever comes after.

Love freely given
has no beginning or end.

Your rings represent your
unending love for each other.

May I have the ring for Grace,
please?

Thanks.

Place that ring on Grace's finger
and repeat after me.

I give you this ring
as a symbol of my love.

Grace, I give you this ring
as a symbol of my love.

With this ring, I marry you.

With this ring... I marry you.

REGISTRAR: May we have the ring
for Wayne please?

I think you know what to do.

Yeah.

Wayne, I give you this ring
as a symbol of my love.

With this ring, I marry you.

In as much as the two of you
have made known

your mutual desire
and your consent to be married,

by virtue of the authority
invested in me,

I hereby pronounce you
husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

I'm sorry it's not
the fairy tale you dreamed of.

I'll take the real thing
any day.

Hey, guys...

...your ride to the hotel is ready.

We have a ride?

We have a ride.

Twenty-one gun salute!
Formation!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

I think that's our cue.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!
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