All language subtitles for Murder in a Small Town s02e02 Blood Wedding

on a date. I deserve a pay.

And don't forget the flowers that free
in the first place.

Cause if you treat me right, I'll be the
person you like. Find what's real.

Find what you need.

Dear future husband, here's a few things
you need to know if you want to be my

one and only.

What time is it?

It's our time.

It's the weekend.

I've got to catch up to do at the
library, and then I've got to prep for

meet your new counselor. Oh, it's the
prep.

The town voted for you. Now you've just
got to dazzle them.

I think that I'll be expected to listen
as well. And bamboozle. Oh, gosh,

naturally. Yeah, because you are a
politician after all.

I'm in bed with the politician.

I'm in bed with the police chief.

So, all this tension, we need to release
because we have round -the

-clock jobs.

This is precisely my point. Why are we
still in bed?

Also, your second offspring is going to
be here soon.

Yeah. Yeah. You get to meet Steph for
the first time today.

Yes, and you get to meet her boyfriend,
the musician.

They're sexy, you know. Yeah.

Yes?

Like cops.

No.

Nothing like cops.

No.

Although, police chiefs have their
charm. Mm -hmm. That one told.

So you're told.

Carl? Mm -hmm. If only Dylan Devon was
burning Tony Thompson down.

Hey, hey.

Welcome back.

How was San Diego, Layla?

It was a family wedding.

Two days of... So when are you getting
married?

I go to lots of those.

My Aunt Colleen tried to hook me up with
my cousin's dorky friend. His palms are

moist, but he's almost a neurosurgeon.

I'm so glad to be back.

Morning, Sarge.

Do yourself a favor.

Don't have kids.

Our new jurisdiction, 150 miles along
the highway, all the way up to Rose

with Pender Harbor, Medeo Park, Porpoise
Bay in between.

That is a lot of ground to cover.

You just had to be so good at your job,
didn't you?

We are going to need more officers.

Mayor Holman knows that.

Yeah, I don't know if she cared. She'd
let you hire replacements for Yen and

Kendrick. I mean, Jackson's great, don't
get me wrong.

We're lucky to have her. Yeah, but she's
one person.

We'll figure something out.

Okay. Is she okay?

You look like you haven't been getting
much sleep lately.

She doesn't really hate us. She's just
trying on an attitude. That's what Elsie

keeps telling me.

Liza? Yeah.

Yeah, she's 15.

When Steph was that age, I was pond
scum. Trust me.

Say, I'll meet him in half an hour.

Well, then he can leave the family
barbecue to meet me.

Tell him I look forward to it.

Jocelyn, my favorite soon -to -be -in
-law. I was wondering if you'd come.

He's my son.

Blood thicker.

Ain't that the truth?

Still, he's marrying a Connelly. Last
time a Tate tried that, it was 1934.

Really? You ought to know your family
history, Griff.

Eleanor Tate married Adam Connelly.

She was a milkmaid.

He owned the cows.

Well, lucky Eleanor.

They were only married for about six
months.

Then she poisoned him.

Well, I hope they honor him.

This marriage isn't my idea either.

My daughter graduated Stanford Law.

Now she's marrying an electrician.

Well, it might come in handy someday.

You know, when your lights go out.

By the way, you know what day it is?

It's Friday.

It's the 16th.

That's the day you killed my husband.

You have a good one now.

I'll see you at the rehearsal dinner.

Hey, hey, JJ. No, no, no, that's fine. I
got it. Oh, yeah.

How was the drive?

It was long.

You grew again.

So this is where we live? What's that,
Albert?

We're still.

Change of plans.

Sweetheart. Hey, Dad.

Welcome. You know what?

I think I maybe kind of like this place.

Mm -hmm.

Where's Del?

We broke up.

Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry.

It happens.

I don't have to tell you that.

Relationships. Uh -huh.

Ah, show me around.

Oh.

Do you feel like an early dinner?

I told Sarge I'd do his school safety
class on Friday. He's up to his

and I am supposed to be prepping.

Don't you think you prepped enough?

Okay, fine. Wait here.

I'm fine.

Uh -huh. Men are jerks. What else is
new?

Present company excluded.

I'm a work in progress.

I'm super glad I'm here.

Oh, me too, honey, so much.

Look at us.

Together, having a family dinner.

What are we having?

Chicken cacciatore and risotto and a
little salad.

Oh, so fancy.

Picking up some new tricks.

She got me a book. Oh, nice.

Okay. On behalf of my dad and the groom,
wherever the heck they are, and my

lovely, brilliant, radiant big sister,
I'd like to welcome you all here to

Gibson's, where Sylvia Connelly is
marrying John Tate.

God help them both.

and our two big, beautiful families, the
Connellys and the Tates.

You know, we haven't always seen eye to
eye, but we're here now, all of us,

stuffed in here together with our hopes
and our dreams and our ancient, idiotic

grievances.

It's all kinds of grievances.

Hey, I'm looking at you, Jocelyn Tate.

Actually, I'm looking at half of you.

The tape half.

And hey, you know, a spade is a spade,
right? A lot of us can't stand each

other. Jacob.

I mean, hey, where's your Beyonce? You
know, I really can't stand that guy.

Yeah, my brother has had one or two
drinks, and he thinks he's being funny.

What, funny? Hell no. I'm just telling
God's honest truth. We all hate each

other, so why not say it out loud, huh?

Dougie Strickland.

The best man.

Seriously, if this is the best that you
guys can do...

Jacob Connelly, ladies and gentlemen.

Always such a class act.

Nice eyebrow, buddy.

Yeah, what now, huh? Come on, buddy. Get
up, huh?

Come on.

Can I do anything else?

No. Sit, relax.

You're the guest of honor.

Oh, but there will be four, though.

I got it.

Knock, knock.

Hi,

you're stuck.

Sandra, hi.

Wow, in the flesh.

You are a lot less frumpy than I was
expecting.

Wow, frumpy.

My dad said librarian, so very hot,
right?

Oh, it's so good to finally meet you.

You too.

You come highly recommended.

Um, do your thing for dinner.

Yep.

Great.

Sylvia. Hey.

Where were you? I'm sorry. I got
delayed.

What happened?

My idiot brother happened.

And your best man and three generations
of stupidity. That is what happened.

And I can't find my dad. He's not in his
room. He's not answering his phone.

This is such a mess.

I really need to find my dad.

It's okay.

I'm going to find him.

She's here a lot.

Oh, she and dad are really, really good
together.

I hope that lasts forever.

Steph.

Okay, what did happen with you and Joe?

He met someone?

You're kidding.

Coffee's on.

I'd offer to make breakfast, but it's a
little too domestic. And someone else's

domicile?

I get it.

He's your dad. You haven't seen him in
ages. I shouldn't have come last night.

Come on. No, it was great.

No, I would have felt the same way.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I do have one question, though, if you
don't mind.

Of course.

How frumpy were you expecting?

Griffin Connelly's wallet was in his
pocket.

Who's staying at the resort?

The scene was compromised by last
night's rain and the tide.

Francis doesn't seem to get much.

Dr. Clyburn is here.

Cause of death?

Strangulation. Based on rigor morganis,
I'd say he died between 6 p .m. and 10 p

.m.

The shoot?

There was a wedding celebration at the
resort.

His shoes are missing.

Ah, big picture first, then the details.

Your reputation proceeds to chief.

So does yours.

Forewarned is forearmed.

Rigorous, thorough, meticulous, so I'm
told.

Plus warm and fuzzy.

It's good to have you with us, Doc.

Thank you.

The victim was rolled off the path.

Mr. and Mrs. Buchholz, how did you know
Griff Connolly?

He was an old friend.

Griff bailed us out five years ago.

Business was going down.

He bought a minority stake.

He's been little his whole life.

First the winery and then the resort.

Without Griff's help, it just... When's
the last time you saw Griffin Connolly?

Yesterday. About noon?

Yeah, he went out.

I don't know where.

Any idea who might have wished Griff
Connolly on?

About half the guests at the wedding.

The whole Tate family hated him. Oh,
Becca.

It's the Conleys and the Tates.

They're both from Oregon originally.

Someone peed upstream on someone else's
laundry day in 1922.

Some damn thing.

And it's been teeth bared and hackles
bristling ever since.

Griff thought he could bring them
together.

Well, his daughter did.

And Griff would do anything for Sylvia.

No, Sylvia's wedding. She's marrying
John Tate.

Rehearsal dinner.

Things got heated.

The groom didn't even show up.

I'll need to see Griffin Connolly's
room.

He was wearing a suit when we found him,
but no shoes.

He was getting dressed for the gathering
when he was killed.

What are you doing here? All I can hear
is that was the time of death around

pick 30.

The rest of the guests were at the
event, apart from the victim.

Possibly the assailant.

It's got forensics in here.

Same guys who shaved my eyebrow.

Hilarious.

I had a few drinks.

I passed out, and I wake up like this.
Ha, frickin' ha.

When was the last time you saw your
father?

He hasn't come to visit, if that's what
you mean.

A couple nights ago was the last time I
saw him. Not yesterday.

Not yesterday. I slept in. I woke up
like this. I just told you.

So, finally, I go to the rehearsal
dinner, but my dad's not there.

There's the groom, so my sister's
starting to freak.

So, you know, I make a speech, right?
Somebody has to.

You know, people attack me and I get
arrested.

Like, you want to tell me what's going
on?

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you,
son.

Your dad's dead.

I'm sorry for your loss.

What do you mean, dead? What?

Like a heart attack or something?

We believe someone killed him.

Do you have any idea who would do that?

It's them.

The Tates.

Any one of them.

Jocelyn, the electrician's witch of a
mother. She's hated my dad all her life.

You've known Griffin Carter only a long
time.

All my life.

I'm told you hated him.

Hate's a strong word.

Griff Connolly killed my husband six
years ago yesterday.

Killed him, Miss Tate?

It's Mrs.

Jerry was in construction. We built a
company together.

Griff Connolly decided he wanted one of
those to merge with his development

firm, so he just swallowed us whole.

He offered to keep Jerry on as the
general manager, and then he pulled that

offer.

Jerry, I just don't think you're up to
the job.

It destroyed him.

He just spiraled.

And 18 months later, he was drinking,
and he... he drove right off the road.

Griff Connolly did that to him.

Did you kill Griff and Connolly, Mrs.
Tate?

No.

Do you know who did?

Well, if I did, I would throw them a
parade.

Need to have her as an enemy.

Cause of death was manual strangulation.
I doubt she could have killed them on

her own.

Accomplice? The son with AWOL from the
rehearsal dinner says he was out buying

shirt. Was he?

Still confirming.

I'll start with what we know.

If Connelly was killed in his room, the
murderer had to get him out.

I got Gaynor going through the resort
security footage.

Good. The body was dumped between 8 p
.m. and dawn.

Let's fill the timeline for Griff and
Connelly's movements noon onwards.

Okay.

One of the caterers said they saw a
woman pushing a man in a wheelchair

the path.

When? Around 8 p .m.

We need to talk to the Buchholzes again.

Hey. Hi.

Hi. I left you a message.

Yeah, I saw it. I'm sorry. I've been
busy. I know.

Rockwater Resort.

Someone was killed there last night.

We can't talk about it. I get it.

Leland Buchholz's hotel.

You know Leland Buchholz? Yeah, he and
his wife, they've been here for decades.

He was the leader of the Boy Scouts back
when I was in primary school.

All hiking boots and knobby knees.

Yours or his?

Both. But listen, I just wanted to
remind you that... The new council is

tonight.

I'll be there.

Only if you can't. Eight o 'clock
without Phil.

All right?

Great.

Leland loves the sea.

We step out most evenings, and it's
nice.

Well, we used to walk. Now I get pushed.

So you went down the wooden path?

Yes. Where Griffin Connolly's body was
dumped.

Did you see anything when you were down
there?

Something that shouldn't have been
there, or something that should have,

wasn't.

No, I... Not possibly.

It was nearly dark, and we were 50 or 60
yards away, but... There was a young

man who disappeared down the trail to
the beach.

I only saw him for a second, and then he
was gone.

Corporal.

Take your time, Mrs. Pogholtz.

It's him.

According to Rebecca, she saw this young
man disappear down the path.

I only saw him for a second, and he was
gone.

Gone where?

How can Rebecca watch someone disappear?
You can see the whole path from here.

Well, according to a witness, Rebecca
was pushing Leland in the wheelchair.

Well, the witness saw Rebecca pushing
someone.

Right.

What if it wasn't Leland?

Keep your eyes wide open, same as your
mind. I learned that from your dad.

Here's to Captain Jackson. One of the
best.

It's good to have you with us, Corporal.

It is so good to be here, Chief.

Thank you. For what? You got nothing to
thank me for.

You took a chance.

I won't let you down.

Good.

Hey, Sid.

The girl was here.

You were seen on the trail leading down
to the beach, John, not far from where

we found Griff's body.

When? Around 8 o 'clock last night.

The hell I was.

A witness places you there. Well, then
they're wrong or they're lying. Who's

this witness?

So where were you then? At 8 o 'clock?
Mm -hmm. I already told you guys. I was

at a shop.

Men's Wear Shop downtown.

Yeah, that's right.

There are only two of those.

We show you a picture of both. They've
never seen you.

Why would they say that?

You tell me.

Look, maybe it wasn't a menswear shop
exactly,

but I didn't kill Sylvie's dad.

Oh, you don't like him much, do you? I
mean, Griff Connelly killed your father.

No, no, he didn't. Your mother says
otherwise.

No, my mother sees the world a certain
way.

I don't.

Did I like Griff Connolly? No.

But Sylvia loved him.

He was her dad.

Where were you then?

About 8 o 'clock last night, John.

Sylvia.

I want to see my client.

Now.

I'm going to lead with our center
proposal.

No. Phyllis, it is the vision thing.
That's what I need to drive home. Forget

the vision thing. Just remind them why
they voted for you.

Is Carl coming?

Um, he promised that he'd be here. Okay.

Smile.

Optimism. Forget about the whole vision
thing. Just, uh, likeable.

Oh, my God.

Okay. We're going with likable.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, the Arts
Center proposal is still alive and well,

even though the last council lost its
nerve.

The arts matter.

Okay.

Who's next?

Mayor Holman.

Oh.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

It is just so good to be here among
friends.

I just want to say a quick
congratulations to our Newtown Council.

I really loved serving with you last
term.

We were a special group, all working
together.

Of course, welcome to our Newtown
Councilors, elected for the first time,

including my friend, Cassandra.

that the old council lost their nerve.

Personally, I think we just recognized
fiscal responsibility.

You say tomato.

Oh, no, I don't.

I say tomato.

Our librarian is an idealist, as she
should be. Who wants a cynical book

But in the real world... Oh, come on,
Christy. My world is just as real as

yours.

More expensive.

And as your mayor, I made a pledge to
hold the line against taxes. Excuse me,

Dr. Holman one of the speakers?

Well, I was invited to ask the question.

Oh, I look forward to hearing it.

My question is this.

Does Cassandra appreciate that we are
talking about taxpayers' hard -earned

dollars? And if she does...

Does she care?

Well, Christy, here's how I see it.

Gibson's is truly special.

That's why I moved back here five years
ago.

But it should be better.

And it can be.

An arts center can be a part of that. So
can programs and initiatives that bring

all of us together and remind us of who
we are when we aren't just counting our

pennies. And please don't get me wrong.

Counting pennies is important. But it is
not the same.

as being a great community.

That means dreaming dreams and being
brave and, yes, encouraging each other

keep our nerve because I love this place
and I am not giving up.

Thanks,

Polly.

Polly and her sister Steph, I'm so happy
you could make it.

Okay, is there another question from
someone who is not the mayor?

I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Connolly.

My client, please.

John can't seem to tell us where he was
yesterday around the time your father

was killed.

And what time was my dad killed,
exactly?

When did you last see John?

He left the hotel at 6. I didn't see him
again until 8 .30.

And your dad?

I saw him around 5.

At the hotel, like I said in my
statement, he had just come back from a

That wasn't in your statement.

No.

Maybe because I had just been told my
dad was dead, I wasn't thinking so

clearly. Who was he meeting with? It was
something about a land development. I

don't know the detail. Land development
here in Gibson? I want to see my client,

Chief Hallberg.

Now.

This was in Griffin Connolly's room.
It's Gratham's Point. It's out in front

the resort.

Celia said her dad took a meeting
yesterday, something to do with land

development. I can look into that.

Headed off to Layla. You're going home
to sleep.

Sleep when I'm dead. And I'll be damned
if I'm the one who kills you, Sid.

How's it going with Liza?

She disappeared last night.

We found her.

Three o 'clock in the morning, phone
rings. She's been drinking at a friend's

house. She's passed out in the basement,
so I go get her, bring her home, lug

her upstairs, put her to bed, tuck her
in, and...

I couldn't just leave her there.

What if she rolls over on her back and
throws up?

So I stayed up and just sat with her.

She'll think how she has a dad like you,
Sid.

Someday soon.

Trust me.

I just keep seeing my little sister.

Liza's not Annie.

Go home. Get some sleep.

Yeah.

John has something to tell you.

Go ahead.

I was buying drugs.

That's where I was instead of the
rehearsal dinner. You knew this?

Not until five minutes ago.

I promised Sylvia I wouldn't. It's not
like I'm an addict or anything. I just

get stressed sometimes.

So what time?

7 .30 in a bar downtown.

I wasn't trying to miss the dinner, but
I lost track of time.

By 8 .30, I was back at the hotel, and
things were already in shambles by then.

I'm sorry.

Satisfied? I'm going to hold your client
until tomorrow.

You can't actually think he killed my
father.

The alibi's not exactly airtight.

Thanks.

Thanks for coming.

All right, I guess cutting Christy a new
one worked out just fine.

I like my temper.

Cassandra. Oh, wow.

Always the bulldog, huh?

Oh,

I've known her since she was seven.

Oh, you two must be Chief Halberd's
daughters.

I hope you're proud of your dad.

Where is Carl?

Well, I'm sure he had more important
things to do.

Have a good night, counselor.

My best, your mom.

Yep.

Wow. She kind of hates you, doesn't she?
It's complicated.

But guys, thank you for coming. It means
a lot.

Anyone feel like coffee and dessert?

You!

Hey, it's Layla.

Who?

You left something yesterday on my table
at the cafe.

A phone number?

Layla, I wasn't sure I'd hear from you.

So, who's this?

Vanessa.

And who is Vanessa?

Oh, she's hot.

Glad to hear it.

Who's Layla?

She's fun.

I hope.

She used to party too much, but now
she's good now.

And she's starting to think that this
move to Gibson's was the best thing that

could have happened. Oh!

And sometimes she overshares.

So... Coffee?

Or something?

Why not?

Mr. Buchanan, we found a copy of this
rendering in Griff Connolly's room.

Yes, we've been working with Mr.
Connolly for months.

He was redeveloping his resort as a
wellness center and luxury condos. Such

exciting project.

His resort?

The Rockwater, at Grantham Point.

It wasn't his.

Griff Connolly held the minority's
stake.

That's not my understanding at all.

He had investors lined up.

Well... The project's dead now, I
suppose.

Or Mr. Connolly.

Yeah.

We've been through the security footage.
Nothing. Exterior, lobby, hallway cams.

So either we're wrong and Connolly
wasn't killed in his room, or whoever

him knew the dead zone's in the
coverage.

Boss, you should probably see this.

You asked me to look into Rockwater's
financial structure.

As of last week, Griff Connolly held a
majority stake.

Hey.

They're still holding him.

They're idiots.

What are you doing about it? What are
you doing?

Listen.

I'm not going to be at your father's
funeral, you know.

I'm not going to be weeping bitter tears
for him.

No. And I really hope that you and my
son work this out.

He actually loves you so much.

Sylvia? Yeah, I heard you. Well, why
aren't you answering me?

Are you going to start hating on John
now, too? Your son betrayed me. The hell

he did. He screwed up.

There's a big difference, you know.

Start the car and drive.

Jocelyn?

Are you still there?

Jocelyn! I'm in. I'm in my car.

Your brother has a knife to my throat.

The assailant was in front of him.

Took hold.

Bare hands?

Yes. Looking in each other's eyes as
personal as death gets.

Griff Connolly was six foot six one. Six
one, 190 pounds.

Saw the force required.

Prodigious.

You were a wrestler in college, Mr.
Buchholz.

I was, sir. You were an athlete. A
champion, even. I still have legs.

When's the last time you saw Griff
Connolly?

Well, like I said, uh...

It was around noon on Saturday. He went
to some kind of meeting.

Meet his investors about the
redevelopment project.

I wouldn't know.

He was going to tear down the rock
water, build a wellness center, plus

You've been misinformed, Chief.

Griff didn't own this resort. He was a
minority partner.

Griff Connolly had an out clause in his
investment.

Once triggered, you had 30 days to repay
him in full, or he took majority

control.

Griff Conley was my friend.

He triggered that clause two weeks ago.

Not such a good friend after all.

The resort is my husband's life.

That's how Rebecca described it.

After he came back.

Never saw him. You didn't confront him
in his hotel room.

Please don't do this.

I am begging you.

Leland.

Old friend.

Where is your dignity?

Leland!

Did it happen?

I don't think you planned to kill him.

There. There he is.

Oh, you did?

We have to get rid of this.

Him.

When it's dark, I can feel him out.

30 years of my life.

Griff was my friend.

My wife had nothing to do with his
death. Do you understand?

Nothing.

Sarge? We've got a situation.

We just got a call from Sylvia Connolly.

You and your son conspired to kill my
dad. I want you to say the words. Jacob,

you have never been a boy for brains.

Say the words.

Do yourself a favor and put this down.

What? Jacob, this is Sergeant Sokoloski.
I need you to help me out.

John, we have your dad's killer in
custody. Leland Buchholz, he's just

confessed. You're a liar.

Look, if I'm dead, she's dead. She
didn't kill your dad, son, neither did

Now I need you to put that knife down.

No, I don't believe you.

Jacob, let Jocelyn go.

No one else has to get hurt.

You jackass!

This

is

ridiculous. All of us hating each other?
My God, it's three generations.

Your father is dead.

My husband is dead.

My son was in jail.

And your idiot brother damn near just
slit my throat. It's enough already.

Marian, be happy.

Move on.

For everybody's sake.

I think The Diet of the Worms was about
condemning Martin Luther, not about

nutrition, but don't take my word for
it. I was an English major. Hey, some of

my best friends.

The prodigal dad.

My goodness, you're still here.

I rebooked my flight.

I'm here till the end of the week.

Oh, yay.

If that's okay.

Are you kidding?

Stay forever.

Home is the place where when you have to
go there, they have to take you in.

Robert Frost.

You read poetry now?

Yeah, my girlfriend's a librarian.

Of course.

You know, Del told me that I was never
really there.

Even when I was.

Sound familiar?

What, me?

You should talk to Cassandra.

I know. Maybe grovel a little.

I'm sorry I missed it.

I know. I really wanted to be there.
Your phone rang.

You did your job.

It's a story of our lives.

But your daughters were there.

It was lovely.

I heard you and Holman collided.

It was a full and frank exchange.

You know what? You might be right.

I might just be good at this.

Yes.

And then what?

Run for mayor, kick Holman's butt, usher
in the golden age of Gibsons, and then,

who knows, run for parliament.

What next for us?

It'll be complicated, but so what?

So, it'll be complicated.