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So, we just got a big
break in our pursuit

of local crime boss, Max Rizzo,

AKA "Max the Axe."

If I was a mobster, I think my mobster
name would be "Franky Friction."

That sounds like a porn name.

No, "Chubby Pumpaloaf"
sounds like a porn name.

Okay. Spencer, please.

My bad, Chief.

Now, Rizzo's long-time
accountant, Herb Pollack,

has reportedly fled the
organization with a size able amount

of Rizzo's cash and copies
of all of his financial records.

Which means that if we can
get to Pollack before Rizzo does,

we'll have all the evidence
to put this lowlife away

for a very long time.

Oh! Detective, we were
just discussing the fact...

Bup, bup, bup!
I'm not here.

I took the day off to do my
wedding planning, remember?

I don't want to be bothered
with any police business.

That's Max Rizzo
and his accountant.

Who just fled the
organization. What?

That is huge news...

which I will deal with tomorrow,

when I return to work.

You're doing all your
wedding planning in one day?

Yes, because I have male parts.

Here, check it out. I already
have the "Save the Date."

One for you.
One for you.

I don't know you. One
for you. And one for you.

- Uh... Carlton?
- Mmm-hmm.

It says you're getting
married this Saturday.

2:00 p.m. sharp. Now, be on
the lookout for the actual invite

which should be arriving
in three, two, one.

Hey-oh!
There you go.

One for you.
Of course.

And one for you and...

Um, it says to RSVP
by noon today.

What can I say? I've got
one speed and it is full throttle.

Plus, there was a last-minute
cancellation at Casten Meadows.

Okay, so I feel like
my briefing is done.

Thank you, everyone.

O'Hara?
Yep.

Man, looks like I'm going
to have to go to this solo.

Rachael's in London
taking Max to see his dad.

You didn't tell me that.

I'm telling you now.
And you're cool?

Of course.
Why wouldn't I be?

I don't know, 'cause she's in a
foreign land with an old flame?

He might be all, "Hey, my girl.

"You want to see my
Johnny cake? Ro-ti-ti!"

Okay, first of all,

Rachael and I have
a secure relationship.

And secondly, her ex
is British, not Jamaican.

Oh, hey, Chief!
O'Hara!

Uh, Marlowe's former
cellmate, Big Wendy,

is organizing a
bachelorette party for her

the night before the wedding,

and I know she was hoping
you two could make it.

Uh... Didn't Big Wendy do time
for killing a man in a bar fight?

Uh, paralyzing a man
in a bar fight,

and she's rehabilitated now.

Come on, it'll be fun.
It's going to be

at the Agua Verde Hotel
and Casino in Santa Ynez.

That place is
first class all the way.

Isn't McNab doing
part-time security work there?

Fine, most of the way.
What do you say?

Yeah, I'm afraid I
have... I think that's...

Great! I'll give Big Wendy
your phone numbers.

Marlowe's going to
be so excited.

Lassie? We're a little
hurt that you didn't invite us

to your bachelor party.

We'd invite you to ours.

Provided a bunch of
people dropped out.

And you were willing
to pay for stuff.

Yeah, well, there's not going
to be a bachelor party. So...

Whoa! Say what?
What? What?

What?
What?

Well, there is so much
work to do around here.

I mean, Rizzo's accountant
is out there for the taking.

And Stumpy is tied up in Chicago

and doesn't look like he'll
be able to make the wedding

let alone a
bachelor party. So...

Who is Stumpy? And
how did he lose his leg?

Duh! He's my best friend.

My best man.
He's the Stumpinator.

We grew up together. He is the
funniest guy you will ever meet.

If you'll excuse me, I've
got some planning to do.

Hey, Dobson! You know
how to tend bar, right?

Just think,
in less than 29 hours,

you are going to be
Mrs. Marlowe Lassiter.

Come on, girl!

She's coming!

Why don't you come say
hello to the girls?

I would love to,
but I'm not armed.

Come on, girl.
Let's go!

We love him like that.

She's coming, settle
down. She's coming.

See your bony ass
tomorrow, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I hear you talking.

Oh, hey, baby.
Toss me one of those, uh...

I love you. Love you too, boo.

Note to whoever's there,

step to me, and I whip
out the enormous piece

I have under this robe.

Morning, Sherman.

Sherman?

Sherman!

Welcome, Dorothy. You're
not in Kansas anymore.

Surprise!

Son of a bitch!

What the hell, man?
What the hell?

Welcome to your bachelor party.

On the party bus!

Damn it, Spencer! Didn't
I tell you I did not want...

You said you didn't
want a bachelor party

unless Stumpy could come. So...

What's up, ass-face?

Oh, man!

We tracked him down and
convinced him to come just like that.

I can't believe it.

All right, what do you say
we get this show on the road?

Let's do this.

I know, you know
That I'm not telling the truth

I know, you know
They just don't have any proof

Embrace the deception
Learn how to bend

Your worst inhibitions tend
to psych you out in the end

I know, you know

I know, you know

Now, don't worry about
extra clothes

because we had Marlowe
pack you an overnight bag.

And I brought sandwiches
made with the good stuff.

- That's right, turkey-loaf.
- Turkey-loaf!

And if anybody
craves the delicious combo

of lime jello and grain alcohol,

voilà!

All right, now I do
have to say, though,

things cannot get
too crazy tonight.

I mean, I am getting
married tomorrow.

So, no funny business.

Like slipping me an
illegal substance,

as they did in The Hangover.

Okay, first of all,
that was a movie,

and not a very realistic one.

I mean, only insane
people do that kind of stuff.

Yeah, really.

Stumpy five, tiny toilet one.

Yes! It's the
Stumpmeister! Ha!

Man, I still can't believe
that you are here.

It's your wedding, brah. Come
on, ladies! Who needs one?

Right here. This
guy, right here.

There. I'm not a lady, though.

There you go. I'd
like to propose a toast,

to the unfortunate broad
that has to marry this clown.

Damn it.

I did that!

Didn't I tell you this
guy was hilarious?

It's funny because
it's so smart.

What did I tell you about
keeping this thing clean?

Oh, come on, Pop.
It's a... it's a party bus.

Yeah, but the rental
contract is under my name.

First you scuff up the
support beam, and now this.

Dad, that's a stripper pole.

Don't be a smartass.

Okay.

Ooh, this gonna do just fine.

Yeah.

Yeah, uh...

Hey, I see that
there's only one bed.

Not to be a pain or anything,
but I've got back issues,

and a cot just is not an option.

Yeah, ditto.

Who said anything
about sleeping?

Now suit up.

Oh. My. God.

Oh, I love it!

Did a hooker will
these to you? Or...

No.

They mine.

Oh, well, uh, now that
I look at it, I mean...

Yeah...
I mean,

this is exactly
the kind of dress

that I would love to buy myself,

but that I wouldn't...
Wouldn't have the guts...

...to do it.
...to buy it myself.

Girl! I'm just
playin' with you!

All right, let's do
some shots, baby.

Get this party
started! Oh, uh...

Yeah, um. I don't
really do shots.

In fact, I rarely drink.

Oh, come on, Karen!

No, no, no, no. Really,
really. This is just...

It's not a great idea.

I mean, I'm the Chief
of Police. Mmm-mmm.

And I'm the Chief of
making bitches do shots.

Alrighty then.

I'll see you in the ER.

All right, okay.

Twenty more, girl.
Twenty more.

This place is just like Vegas.

A little smaller.

I'm guessing the escorts
might be a bit dicey.

Then again, we haven't
really started drinking yet.

Criteria's bound to change.

We can look, but we can't touch.

Why do you keep
checking that thing?

Uh... No reason.

Whoa, ho, ho!
He is moving the hips!

He's working the room!

Somebody's having fun!

All right, I admit it.

It is good to be here.

I mean, you guys
won't believe this,

but I get so caught up with work

and opposing the health
care law at a grass roots level,

that sometimes I just forget to,

you know, cut loose
and have some fun.

Hey, Assiter!
Stumpiter!

I can't believe
this guy is here!

Every time!
Every time.

Hey, I need 300 bucks.
Come on.

You got it, Stumplestiltskin!

That should do it.
There you go.

Oh! Is that guy
awesome or what?

We totally understand
why you dig him so much.

Ah. Granted, the
Stumpinator and I,

we're very different people.

But at his core, the
Stumpinator's one of the most

decent and trustworthy
people you'll ever meet.

Now, if you gentlemen
will excuse me,

I'm going to
go shoot some craps.

Hey-oh!

His friend is an idiot,

but I must say, it is nice
seeing Lassie cut loose.

I agree. It's all about
getting him away from work.

Yeah, I think I'm
gonna go join him.

You're going to shoot craps? No.

I'll be at the nickel slots!

If we can get to
Pollack before Rizzo does,

we'll have all the evidence to
put this lowlife away for a long time.

Oh, my God! I
knew it, too. I knew it!

All right, girls.
Girls, girls, girls!

Is it just me, or has it
gotten hot up in here?

Well, it's pretty hot.

You have the right
to remain silent!

Shake it, baby!

Nice!

You better watch it!

That is not okay!

That's illegal.

Buzz?

I swear, I can explain.

I am sober now.

Congratulations.

Okay, what is this, uh,
straight to voicemail nonsense?

Dude, where did you go?

Call me back.

I miss you.

Hey, you said you were
going to play the nickel slots.

Explain yourself.
You got all in my head

about Rachael's ex
being... "Hey, my girl!"

He's not Jamaican!

But she hasn't called
since she's landed

and I'm starting to get nervous.

All right, look. It's probably
the time difference, okay?

Besides, we have much
bigger issues right now.

What?
Herb Pollack is here.

Max Rizzo's accountant?
What are the odds?

We've got to alert
the local police

and get Lassie
the hell out of here.

Otherwise, our sweet little party
is going to become a work trip.

Oh, hey, guys.
Look who I found.

Hello.
Shut up.

I rule.

Nice freaking party.

Where's Stumpy, by the way?

Somewhere disappointing Jesus.

Ah, come on, gang.
Cheer up.

We will re-commence the
festivities as soon as we drop

this schlub off to the local
authorities for safekeeping.

Well, you do realize that I'm no
good without the flash drives, right?

You think I just walk around with
hard copies of a mob boss' taxes?

They're all on a couple of
drives back at my apartment.

So, we'll drop you off
to the local brethren

and come back for them later.

Okay. Well, that is assuming
that Rizzo doesn't get to them first.

One doesn't get
to be a ruthless crime lord

without being persistent.

Look, my condo is
three blocks that way.

I'll run in real quick.

If you are messing with me, I
will punch you in the face so hard...

Look, I want to
put him away, too.

That way he won't kill me.

Damn it.

Henry, bang a right up here.

Henry, bang a right.

You said you were
working security here.

No, I said I wore a
security uniform here.

Which is technically true,
though this one is a tear-away.

How long have you
been doing this?

A couple of months.

Francie and I are
saving for a new condo

and we really need
the extra cash.

You know, plus it's a great group of
guys and we really support each other.

And I never go full nude,

I just strip down to the
thong... Buzz, Buzz.

Oh God. This is awful, isn't it?

I'm going to
get fired, aren't I?

Not if you leave right now.

I was never here.
Okay.

Oops. I forgot
my boomer.

Marlowe?
What's wrong?

We can get another stripper.

What if I can't go
through with it?

Well, there's
pay-per-view. There's...

That's not what
I'm talking about.

Wait.

What happened?

It's just all happening so fast.

I mean, I love Carlton.

But three weeks ago, I was in
a cell making soap tchotchkes.

Look, this is a
huge step for Carlton, too.

And you two are
crazy about each other.

Oh, I gotta get some air.

The flash drives are
in my bedroom.

I put them in a
hollowed-out book.

Do you think I give a rat's
ass where it is? Go get it.

This dude has the receipt for a
ticket to a Michael Damien concert.

Why would you take that?

Because it had a picture
of Michael Damian on it.

Fifteen love.

- I told you I got a monster backhand.
- Thirty love.

Run!

Battery acid.
I'll take a case.

Oh, okay.

Go, go,
go! Henry, fire up the bus!

Come on, Strode! Run!
Why are we running?

Uncle Max!

Tell me you two
crap-heads found Pollack.

Well, we did.

Then that cop from Santa Barbara
that looks like Mr. Bean got him.

Lassiter? What the hell's that
goon doing up in Santa Ynez?

Getting married, apparently.

To some broad named Marlowe.

Skip the paraffin, Jing-Wei.
I gotta bounce.

Chief.
O'Hara.

Have you seen
Marlowe? I have not.

Ain't no way she
left this casino.

She couldn't have, not
wearing those ho clothes.

Excuse me? Do any of
you three have dongs?

Because I failed to ask that of the
last prostitute and lived to regret it.

Let's go.
But...

Well, do we have any
idea where she is? Okay.

Who was that?
Was it Rachael?

Why would Rachael
call me? That was Jules.

What'd she want?

Uh, your firearms are being
delivered to the hotel, as requested.

Excellent.

Let's dump off this loser and
get back to Stumpin up the jam!

Ooh, hang on.

Who the hell is this?

Speak.
Carlton Lassiter,

it's your old friend, Max Rizzo.

Well, speak of the devil.

How you been, scumbag?

Funny you should call. I happen to
be standing with a buddy of yours.

Oh, hang on, he wants
to say hello. Say hello.

Hello?
Bam!

Your ass is going down
for a long time.

Is that right? Well that
should be interesting.

Yeah. 'Cause you see,
as luck would have it,

I'm hanging out with
an old friend of yours.

Baby?

Marlowe?

The son of a bitch
proposed a straight-up swap.

Marlowe for Herb.
That's the deal.

I have one weakness in
this life, and he has her.

She's probably scared to death
and I'm not there to help her.

Oh, let her go, C-Dawg.

There are, like, three billion chicks
out there that need dudes like us.

And that's just in the Ukraine.

That doesn't make any sense.

This is by far the worst selection
of adult features I've ever seen.

Chitty, Chitty, Gang Bang? Batman
and Throbbin'? Hannah Does Her Sisters?

I saw that in '92.

Where's the slowmo?

I can't risk it.

I won't.
I have waited too long,

and I am going to
marry my fiancée tomorrow.

I will put that greasy scumbag
Rizzo away some other day. Soon.

We make the swap.
We make it now.

Uh, what about the Chief?

You must try and hydrate.

I can't feel my skin.

I haven't done shots
since college,

and I just didn't
want to be the wet blanket.

I know you didn't.

What's stuck to my lip?

It's a peanut shell, Karen.

I believe the Chief is
okay with this plan. Yeah.

Let's grab Herb out of
the bedroom.

Uh... Hey, y'all. Um, we
got a serious problem.

Uh, why are you wearing a towel?

Oh. You guys are
going to be so mad.

Um. Herb got away. I mean, little
weasel just jumped out the damn window.

Is this some kind of joke?

This is my life!
Pollack!

Wendy, what happened? He
was handcuffed to the bedpost!

He ripped himself from it! I mean,
like, he gnawed his arm like a wolf!

Woody! I'm sorry, but
she smells like biscuits.

Oh, thanks, Boo.

What am I supposed to do now?

Someone tell me what in the hell I
am supposed to do now! O'Hara?

Come here, sit.

Breathe.

Sit and breathe.

I have an idea!

Hope is not lost.

How much do you trust me?

You all right there,
honey bunny?

You put a gag on her, you son of a
bitch! Why is she in a housecoat?

If you so much
as breathed on her...

Oh, nobody touched her.
Now give me my rat.

Let's go. Go ahead.

Walk towards my voice,
baby. All right, this way.

There you go, baby.

I hope you said
your prayers, Herb.

Hey, and remember,

he ends up in a ditch, I will
have you by the plums for murder.

I mean, don't you think your little buddy
Herb there made copies of those files?

If I were you, I'd give him a raise
and take him out to dinner and a show.

Don't you try to tell me
about my business.

Come on, man. Have
some respect for yourself.

Good luck there, Herb. You're
on borrowed time, dirt bag!

Yeah. Catch me if
you can, hambone!

Take it to the bank.
There you go, baby.

You double-crossed me,
you rat bastard!

Look who's talking,
you son of a bitch!

Who the hell is that?

Detective First Grade,
Henry Spencer.

I busted your Uncle Sal in '83.

So go ahead, punch me in
the face as hard as you can.

I knew I couldn't trust you.

That is not my future wife!

No, but I could be.

Jesus of Nazareth. Where
the hell is my fiancée?

All right, look.

Your gal got the drop on my
idiot nephew Tito back at the hotel.

See, it turns out he ordered
a companion up to his room,

sight unseen.

She shows up,
the dong comes out,

your gal seizes the moment,
and Bob's your uncle.

I got to hand it to you,
Lassiter,

you are marrying
one tough broad, there.

She even busted out some
Muay Thai in the hallway

before she jumped
out the window.

That is my gal.

Ironically, your boy Herb slipped
through the fingers of my coroner

and Marlowe's recently
paroled maid of honor.

All right, so what you say we
just pretend it never happened?

Yeah, fine by me. You'll be
behind bars within a week anyway.

Fat chance. I'll see you in
your nightmares, Ponyboy.

Wait... wait a second. Are you telling
me Rizzo had the same exact plan we did?

Yep.

Which means my
fiancée's still missing.

We're going to find her.

That Rizzo's a cagey bastard. After
taking off my hood, he sees I'm not Herb,

he has his lackey
turn up the radio.

He knows I'm wearing a wire.

Ooh, I've got to tell you, I haven't
felt this alive since Jerry Carp

shot me in the chest.

When you almost died? Exactly.

Team, thank you for
getting me back in the game.

Hey, are we gonna party or what?

That's impossible. There's no
way she jumped out of this window.

It's too high.

Not for Spider-Man.

What?

He wouldn't even need his webs.

He could just scale
with his sticky crawl.

What the heck am
I talking about?

Uh, Lassie, that ledge
actually turns the corner

and runs along the side of the
building towards the fire escape.

That's it!

She must've gone through
the window onto the ledge,

tight-roped her way around
and made her escape.

Our children are going to
be SEAL Team 6 Members.

Wait a second.

If Marlowe's just walking
around free as a bird,

why hasn't she called?
Maybe she got hungry.

Or...

Or maybe you should
shut up, Guster!

It's a valid question, Lassie.

Carlton, there's
something you should know.

Marlowe and I...
Whoa! Silence woman.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I'm getting something.

You are marrying
one tough broad there.

She even busted out some
Muay Thai in the hallway

before she jumped
out the window.

That is easily the most
spectacular vision I've ever had.

I know where she is.

I... I got it
from here, buddy.

I'd like my face to be
the first thing she sees.

Baby!

Oh! Oh, Carlton.
Oh, are you okay?

Was that...
a spinning back fist?

Yeah.

My God, I love you.

Oh, I knew
you'd come. I just knew it.

How'd you know I was here?

Spencer, he had a vision.

And I gotta say, it was
a pretty spectacular one.

Come on.

I'm never letting you
out of my sight again.

Ever.

Deal.

But not until after the wedding.

Because it'd be really bad luck
for you to see me in my dress.

Oh, my God, what time is it?

Yeah. We have less
than two hours.

And we have a lot of work to do.

So, you are coming with me.
See you at the Meadow!

Guard her with your life!

That's not hyperbole!

Good work, Spencer.
I owe you one. Yeah.

Let's go grab the fellas
and suit up!

Judas Priest, Strode!

What the hell are you doing?

When you said, "Put on
your suit," you didn't mean

we were all going
for a dip in the grotto?

Why would I possibly mean that?

Well, you weren't very specific.

My "suit" suit is on the bus.

Change on the way.
Come on!

I have sandals on!

That losing Herb
is gonna leave a mark,

but with an APB out on him
there's no way he's going anywhere.

I want those files.
Yeah? So does Rizzo.

I think Herb is still here.

What are you talking about?

That crafty fox man.

He figured that we would assume
that he would run, so he stuck around.

Either that or he's the world's
biggest Michael Damian fan.

Or both.

I am about to
make Lassie's year.

Did you miss me?
Not particularly.

You know, I...
I really gotta pee.

Well, try not to think of
a warm summer's rain.

Henry, take me to my wedding.

Uncle Max?
Get ready to be happy.

Oh, I can feel my
heartbeat in my face.

Well, you did have at least
six shots of tequila last night.

How are you feeling?
Good.

I guess I just needed
a little bit of me time.

The truth is the whole time
that I was stuck in there,

I never panicked.
Not once.

I just knew Carlton was
going to come. Hmm.

I felt safe, if that
makes any sense.

And then it hit me.

Carlton is always going
to be there.

Always.

I never have to worry
about losing him.

Unless his ass gets shot. Oh.

You know what, but that's why the po-po
be wearin' them bullet proof vests, girl.

Oh, right.
It's all good.

You have to know
you make him so happy.

I have never seen him
this full of life and hope.

Look, it's going to be hard.

I mean, there will be days that you just
want to hop on a plane to the south of France

and meet a young
wine-maker on a bicycle.

Oh, and all he wants to do is
cook for you and make love.

But, then, oh, there will be those
days when you are sick in bed

and he'll rub your feet,

or he'll try to make you eggs Florentine
from a recipe that he found online.

Oh, or that day when he walks into your
hospital room holding your newborn son,

and he will lay
him gently on your chest.

And he tells you that you
look beautiful even though

you know you look like
hell frozen over.

And it'll all be worth it.

How the hell is my parole officer gonna
call me when I'm trying to put my face on?

What you want, Trenice?

"And I promise never to
clone your cell phone.

"My princess."

There
it is. Now it sings.

Madeleine and I didn't
write our own vows.

She wanted to but I was my
usual stubborn traditional self.

Sure hope you drafted a pre-nup.

Shut up, Herb.

If you knew the pure, celestial
love that I have surrendered to,

you wouldn't worry about money.

Plus, just shut up.

I thought I knew that love.

Turns out I mistook it for a soulless concubine
who cheated on me 12 times with 10 men.

What? Oh... I have a
natural part. Why fight it?

Wait, so that guy who's
vomiting jello is your best man?

Seriously?

Didn't I tell you to shut up?

Herb is right, Lassie. I mean,
your best friend is a tool.

Grade A D-bag, no question.

He's not my best friend, okay?

He's not my boy.
He's not my man.

I haven't seen the
guy since high school.

He was the only other member of the Anti-Glee
Club that bothered to come to meetings.

You know what? I don't
need to explain myself.

Why would you lie about
something like that?

Because I was embarrassed, okay?

I was embarrassed that I
didn't have somebody

that I was super tight with
to ask to my bachelor party.

That's why I didn't want one.

Then you two ninnies
go and call my bluff

and that jackass' name is the
first thing that popped into my head,

so I just, I rolled with it.

It brings me so much
relief to hear you say that.

So, give him your pity, not
me. Because you know what?

I'm happy with who I am.

Besides,
bromances are overrated.

Marlowe gives me all the
companionship I will ever need.

Now that being said,

I do appreciate the gesture.

Gentlemen.

What I'm asking for here
is a favor.

I mean, Big Wendy
is the maid of honor.

What kind of parole
officer are you, Trenice?

Uh-uh. See, I could
have lied my butt off.

You know, but I told the truth
and this is how you do me?

You just mad 'cause
I'm a full-figured woman!

And you starving.
You hungry!

Now, as I was saying, I can personally
guarantee that she will not leave my sight

or touch another drop of alcohol
for the remainder of the evening.

Well, what is good enough?

Said the Chief of Police!

Your Justice of
the Peace is a drunk?

He's not answering
his cell phone

and apparently no one has
seen him since May Day.

What the hell am I
supposed to do now?

I'm licensed.

Zip it!
Wait. What?

I'm a licensed Justice of
the Peace. I could marry you.

Why the hell didn't
you say that before?

Because you keep
telling me to shut up

and you handcuffed me to a
bedpost and a stripper pole.

Herb, I could kiss you
right now.

All right.

Come with me.

Fortuitous.
Yeah.

Yeah.

Buzz!

Why are you still wearing that?

I had to come straight from
my other gig. Nice day, huh?

Where's Franny?

I didn't get a plus one.

What?

Oh, son of a...

Hi, ladies.
Hi.

I wish I had two moms.
Or one for that matter.

Okay, here we go.

Is this really necessary? Just
smile and we'll get through this.

She's not even here.

I feel like Kunta Kinte. Hmm.

Here, take that.

What the hell?

Everybody take cover!
Marlowe, hit the deck!

Everybody down!

Oh,
my God! Oh, my God!

I'm not here.
I'm not here.

I'm in my happy place. I'm in my
happy place. I'm in space camp.

They're all drawing!

Of course they are,
it's a cop wedding.

Don't move!
Put it down!

You coward!

Freeze, Rizzo!

McNab!
I got him.

Great Caesar's ghost!

That's...
That's happening.

Call me!

Freeze!
Get your hands up!

You okay, babe?

Now, where were we?

Marlowe Viccellio, you have
given me something to believe in,

even stronger than
the NRA's code of ethics.

I love you. Now,
and for all eternity.

I hope there's an open bar.

Bar?
Man, I'm hungry.

Carlton, do you take Marlowe
to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

And Marlowe, do you take Prince Carlton
to be your lawfully wedded husband?

You bet your ass I do.

Then by the power vested in me by an online
course I took last year during jury duty,

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Guster, what are you doing?

Hey, baby.
What's up?

No. No, I wasn't
worried at all.

I figured you over
there doing your thing.

I'm over here doing my
thing, partying and what not.

Come on, son.

Hey!
Hi.

What are you doing?

Will you please Wang Chung
with me? Will you...

Later. I promise.

But right now, I am enjoying
this cake. I love cake.

You know I love cake.
I deserve this, damn it.

Well, at least have the common decency
to wash it down with a fresh flute of...

What is that?
Prosecco.

Or three.
I accept.

And I'm freezing.
Oh, baby.

Better put your arms in or
you won't be able to use them.

Say cheese or something.

Oh. Cheese or something!

Back in a jiff.

Oh, and get whatever you want.

Dos Proseccos, please.

Thank you very much.
Hey.

Pop! I saw you doing the
Humpty dance with Woody earlier.

I gotta admit I did
not see that coming.

I can still surprise you
after all these years, huh?

A beer.

Oh. Look at those two.

I tell you, when it's good,
there's nothing like it.

It's pure.
Uncomplicated.

Uncomplicated? I can't say
I'm familiar with that concept.

That's because you're a Spencer.

Thank you.
It's in your DNA.

We instinctively make things as
difficult for ourselves as possible.

You know, your mother,
she wanted to see the world.

That was her one big
thing. See the world.

Did we ever take a trip?

No.
No.

By the time I wizened up,
it was too late.

You're like the old guy in Up.

Mmm. Except your
mother's still alive.

What's happening right now?

I'm just saying, it'd be nice
to see you break the cycle.

No.

Where's yours? I did a
shot of absinthe at the bar.

Shawn, I need to
ask you something.

And I'm sure this is
just me over-thinking things

but, um, yesterday,
you were at the hotel.

You saw the hallways.
You know the layout.

Guilty as charged.

Well, you said that you
had this spectacular vision

that Marlowe was
covered in garbage,

but couldn't you have just

remembered that there was a trash chute
on every floor and then taken a guess?

Uh, yeah.

I suppose so, but that would have
been a pretty wild guess, don't you think?

Absolutely.

And you know, I probably wouldn't
have given it a second thought,

but then there was this.

And I am sure there's
an explanation,

but you know me, I won't be
able to stop thinking about it.

And I certainly won't be able to
Wang Chung until we clear it up.

Lassiter said you had a vision

of Herb with Michael Damian,
but you had this receipt.

So you knew Herb
would be there, right?

Maybe the best things,

the richest things,

aren't supposed to come easily.

And that sometimes the
moments that make the most sense

happen when
everything else doesn't.

Shawn, are you listening to me?

Falling in love with you was
never part of the plan, okay?

This whole thing started
because my ass was on the line.

Self-preservation, Jules.
You got to understand that.

I didn't have a choice.

And then, we sort of
found a groove.

And by the time you showed up,

it was so much fun.

We've put away, like,
over a hundred criminals.

Most of them were murderers.

I'm good at what I do.

And what I do,

it's good.

Isn't it?

What are you talking about?

Are you telling me
this is all a lie?

Please don't make
me answer that.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, I feel so stupid.

No, sweetheart.
No, this...

This is all me.

This...

Let me call you back.