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Sorry you woke you.

Oh, it wasn't him.

Was I snoring again?

I thought it was a little plane 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

just...

I know.

It's fine.

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. I read the email.

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

Right. So I couldn't date Lisbon.

Right. Do you want to date Lisbon? No. Oh, got it. I just... No.

They're even letting agents get married.

That's awesome.

Do you want to show up first?

Oh, you go. Okay.

Lisbon, good. We're going to Napa. You drive.

Homicide bulletins?

Hot off the press.

A John Doe in a duck pond awaits.

Well, that sounds like a case for local authorities.

Bingo.

Napa. Okay, wait a minute. That's Sheriff McAllister's jurisdiction. You

want to go and investigate a Red Johnson?

Investigating is your thing. I'd just like to get to know him a little better,

shall we?

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.

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.

$32 in small bills.

Hey, Jane.

Care to offer your opinion?

These ducks love muffins.

Very helpful.

Look at him go.

I see the cavalry has arrived.

Sheriff McAllister.

Agent Lisbon.

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

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

Well, we're always welcome to help, but I expect I can handle this one. Well, to

be honest, it was me that wanted to come out here.

Is that a fact?

Not more of a feeling.

I think there's more in here than meets the eye. How so?

You don't feel it?

No.

What's your take?

On what?

Our friend.

Well, look.

156.

Suppose he's repping his code.

Area code 156 is reserved for telemarketers.

So I'm guessing no.

Well, kind of a slack-looking fella.

Gloomy, even for a corpse.

Cheap clothes.

No muscle tone.

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.

He'll be Mexican.

Or ribs.

Could be.

But you don't detect the faint scent of oregano about it?

That's a leap.

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

Is he retro?

It's too early to say.

How do we find out?

I need to be alone.

Well, that would not be wise.

What's cooking 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?

Did you see that?

He did not want to go up that ladder.

Didn't the psychiatrist's office say that Rachel 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?

Let me climb all the way up there in the pointed-toed boots.

That's a job for sensible shoes.

Eight would be a big help.

I got it, boss.

Thanks, son.

Hey, boss.

Joe 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, Wigsby.

Kim Cade 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.

Well, 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, Carina. The wedding is ruined.

What happened to him?

That's what we're trying to find out. Can I see the body?

Susie, that's not very appropriate.

This is life happening.

We can't shut our eyes.

So, can I look at it?

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.

Ron, hell, 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 going to get married, right?

Right?

I guess.

But it's all so sordid.

Lisbon said this was the last room the victim was seen alive in.

It's going to be a beautiful wedding.

I can think of better ways to spend good money.

Oh, yeah? Like what? The new leather section? No.

Okay, how'd you get us?

I used to dream about having a Cinderella wedding.

You did?

You never said anything.

It was a long time ago.

I suppose it all seems silly now.

Police!

Who's in here?

Step out slowly.

Don't shoot.

Set it down.

Hands behind your back.

It's not what you think.

Sis.

Lex, it isn't 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 fiance?

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 the 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'm going to have a court order here in 30 minutes. Only then I'll be looking at

you as a suspect.

Hey, Larry, any word you had from your boss could really ease the work.

Thanks, buddy.

He was helping you get a pizza job?

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, to 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 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 the relationship with the victim?

There's my fiance'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 kind

of 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 wanted 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, I love English.

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 going to 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.

It 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?

Hmm? What was that?

You said that your wife had a migraine last night, which is the enabler's 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 are we blaming Poppy? 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, huh?

Nice push.

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 bought a rifle to protect himself.

Let's find out from whom. Rigsby, you're with me. I'll run background checks on

the invitation list.

I thought you were supposed to solve a crime, not to...

Destroy a wedding.

I'd say the killer did that.

Prepared to marvel at your insight.

Who's the killer?

Still working on it.

Really? I'm surprised.

I 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. Salvis and I shared a kiss.

A drunken, mistaken kiss.

Where did this 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 gotten help.

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 Bella Vista?

Through the trees.

Wow.

Now, this is a place to dump a body.

Take a look.

Killer hauls a 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. Have a look.

I'm familiar with the view.

Tell us what we're looking at.

Sheriff, what's your location? Excuse me. I'll take this.

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

Strike two.

You believe me now?

Hey, Cho.

You think I'm the marrying type?

You propose to your baby mama?

Yeah. Every kid deserves two parents.

I was talking about Van Pelt.

You knock her up to? No.

So why are we talking about this?

Well, you clearly missed the departmental memo.

They changed the policy on office relationships.

We don't have to lay low anymore.

Hmm. Good for you.

We could even get married if we wanted to.

Ah.

That's it.

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?

Are you James Harris?

That's right.

You sold 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 reenactor.

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 156th 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 soldier.

Quiet, but a good soldier.

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

You break it, you buy it.

Please don't stop praying on my account.

No, I'm not praying.

Texting.

In church.

Isn't that a sin?

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

I'm sorry for busting your wife.

It's not the first drunken kiss you 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 there's 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 llama.

Why would you?

They spit.

What do you do for a living?

I'm a speculator.

I look for undervalued assets.

What kind of assets?

Artwork, 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 going to do a reading from it at the wedding.

How much is that worth?

You know, half a million.

Wow.

For an antique Bible.

Where is it now?

With a private security firm. They were going to deliver it here for the wedding

tonight.

Might as well just sell it now.

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 like 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 bullpen.

Keishon, 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, so 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 going to do about McAllister?

Well, until I get some alone time with him, I'm not going to draw any

conclusions. Well, he's avoided Heinz twice.

If Red John is agoraphobic, 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. Of course, you know we will have to attend the ceremony, just

in case Uncle Larry's killer reveals himself.

Okay. And 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 our 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.

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.

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? Real soon.

Buddy, thanks.

I saw your car in the lot. I was just coming to find you.

I didn't hear you coming.

You move quietly.

It's a old habit.

I've been a hunter most of my life.

Really?

What do you hunt?

Anything with a face.

Game to game, right?

You hunt?

Me? No. I'm too squeamish. I couldn't handle all the skinning and the gutting.

Sure, yeah. Clean and quarter a kill.

Takes some stomach for that.

And a certain bloodlust.

That's greater truth than that.

You get a break in the duck pond killer case.

Whoa. Less a break, but more a plan.

I'm going to 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 going to try to sneak out of the reception. We need to

be there. I'm going to follow him. What if he's too cautious to make a move over

here? If he's in the reception tent for more than two hours, Jane wants 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 done that.

Have you ever done this before?

Have you?

Yes, I'm married.

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.

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

You wish.

Mr. Bonner trusts me to lock this way in the priest's room for the reception, so

step back, son.

Eat me?

Thank you.

Try the cake.

Oh, thank you.

It's been two hours and nobody's gone anywhere near the exit.

We need a distraction.

Okay.

How do I look?

Fine. Good.

Excuse me. Is this on?

Yeah.

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. If I could have your attention for one

second, please.

I'd like to offer one more toast.

I'd like to thank Stacy 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 This is your idea of a distraction

Now if you're lucky You might find each other again

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, of course I'll marry you.

Target something good.

Oh,

that was easy.

How'd you know I'd be here?

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 deadbolt with a putty knife.

You saw through the bolt.

So you snuck out of the party, but somebody caught you in the act, didn't

they?

Shirley?

What are you doing here, Larry?

I came to swipe the priest's wine.

We ran out at the party.

Pretty smart, huh?

What are you doing here?

Is that a saw?

You're going to steal the Bible, aren't you?

Do you know how much that thing is worth?

Larry, it's insured.

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.

You're not going to tell him, are you?

No, I'm just going back.

Bye.

I don't suppose you wanted to kill him, but if wishes were horses and all

that... And you're 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. 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'll 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!

If you live, get me out of here.

Upstairs, now. Go.

Charlie, think about what you're doing!

What's through the door? No idea.

I'll cover it. Set up an exterior perimeter with Brigsby and Van Pelt and

call for backup.

Uh, yeah, I'd love to, Charlie, but without wings... On the roof!

Now!

I'm getting out of here.

Do you know if there's a way down from here? We're going to find a way down.

That's what I was afraid of.

Hey!

Drop the gun.

Now he's talking directly to Jesus.

Where did you come from?

Church keeps an extension ladder for tree trimming

Don't look down

that place for the spins

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 you. I forced your way onto the case here. It almost

seemed like you had a hidden agenda.

Well, sometimes I give out mixed messages. It's one of my many failings.

It looks like everybody's okay.

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

My pleasure.

At your disposal, anytime.

See you two downstairs.

Hey, hey, hey, give it up, give it up.

I didn't see that coming.

I hate those things.

You're not hurt.

Oh, I'm fine, listen.

We 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.

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, for worse.

For richer, for poorer.

In sickness and in health.

To love and to cherish.

And to hope that do us part.

You seem to have that down.

It's been a long time coming.

And now you, Wayne.

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?

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.

May we have the ring for Wayne, please?

I think you know what to do.

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

With this ring, I marry you.

Inasmuch 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's ready.

We have a ride?

We have a ride.

Salute formation!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

I think that's our cue.