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♪ I don't wanna be like you

♪ Crashing all around ♪

Ready? Here we go.

-Come on, come on, come on. -Ah!

Bitch!

If you were better at playing with balls, Eniola

you might be getting married.

-Piss off, Denise! -Here, give me a go.

I'll have some more champagne, Carol.

No problem, Nuala.

-The bride happy? -As a pig in shite, yours?

Her majesty has demanded more champagne, stat.

I'm going to top up the Matron of Honour

then I'll do the bride's facial.

-Then I'll take the next lady. -Ah!

While you're threading eyebrows.

Okay, that's perfect, yeah.

Come on! Come on! Last one, last one!

Yeah!

-Whoo-hoo! -Ooh!

-To the bride. -To Elaine.

Nuala.

You can do my toes now.

Erm, it's just the bride.

It'll only take you a few minutes.

Sure.

File and paint?

Are you alright?

-Nuala! -What's wrong with her?

-Get help! -Ah!

What's happening?

What have you done?

I've been planning it for two years.

This whole business is a disaster.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm devastated!

Nuala was my Matron of Honour.

She was one of my best friends.

She was so young... so good at organizing!

People have no idea how stressful weddings are.

The Matron of Honour is the bride's right hand.

I have to get married now without my right hand.

And those two cops, Boyle and McDonald, useless.

Uh, Vicky Boyle and Jordan McDonald? We know them.

So what did they say?

That Nuala was poisoned.

Botulinum.

The stuff they use to freeze your face.

They say it must have been in her drink

and she reacted to it instantly.

I mean, she drank from the same bottle of champagne we all did!

Nobody put anything in her glass and there is CCTV footage

all over the salon, so it just makes absolutely no sense.

Can you believe?

Some people have suggested I postpone the wedding.

Can you even imagine?

Nobody gives up a date in a venue like Abbey House.

Like, if I died myself, I'd want that wedding to go ahead.

And who are you marrying, by the way?

Richie, my poor love.

Poor Richie.

So, there were six other women with you there that night?

My bridesmaids and the two beauticians.

I mean it just, it has to be one of the beauticians, doesn't it?

Like, they'd know how to use the botulinum.

Uh, you, well, you, you would have all had

access if you were all in the salon.

Huh! You sound like the police!

None of us did it, we're all friends!

Nuala paid for all our treatments that night.

Like, 800 euro!

Look, if you can just prove one of the beauticians did it,

then everybody can get back to concentrating

on what's important, my wedding.

Here, is it legal for your pal to give

you access to CCTV like this, Glenn?

Why would you ask me something like that, eh, Fergus?

You start asking things like that, next thing you know

it's who said what to who, and who knew what about who else

and where were you when the money changed hands.

Look, for future reference, er...

how many local businesses does your friend provide CCTV for?

Need to know, Harry.

Need to know.

Twenty-six, right, here we go.

So, the one with the towel on her head's dead, eh?

Mm.

There's no sound.

Who blew up the giant penises?

Who cares?

No, that's what that one just said.

Glenn, do you lip-read?

I had to look after a gang of deaf kids after their

teacher was savaged by a wolfhound once.

I learned to lip-read pretty damn fast, I can tell you.

Er, why? You're not deaf.

They're the ones that need to lip-read.

Oh, yeah! Now you say it, that's a good point.

Show us your skills, then.

"Elaine needs something racy for the wedding night.

Can you sort that?"

"If I must."

-"I'm getting a man to cure." -Yeah, manicure.

-Ah! -Mm, not bad.

Erm...

"How are your parents? I had such an

interesting chant with them at your 21st."

"My parent's guts."

I presume the first one would be "chat."

And the response would be "good?"

You could be right there, Harry.

Here, fast forward, will ya?

We want to get to the part where the beautician

got the champagne for the victim.

Alright.

Er, replay those, erm, those few seconds there.

She was right.

Nobody touched that glass.

The beauticians went straight back to Nuala.

Elaine was in the treatment room.

And the cameras would have seen if she was coming out.

We're not really thinking about taking this case, are we, Harry?

I mean, that Elaine one, Jesus, she's horrible.

We are not taking this for Elaine.

If we take it...

it's because, having heard the story and seen that footage,

I have no bloody idea how that woman was ever poisoned.

Mm!

Aren't you intrigued?

You know what? I could go for a facial.

Ah! Perfect timing.

Come in! Melanie, Carol.

Hmm.

I've, er, I've never had a massage before.

Must be a bit mad working, right?

I mean, after the death at the beauty salon.

I-I saw it on the news.

Everyone has, people will forget soon, though.

The owners say we're gonna reopen in a week.

And I bet all the regulars will be back.

The girls aren't going to go around with

hairy fannies just because someone died.

The bloody bosses aren't paying me and Carol, though.

This was her idea, to do some private clients.

Neither of us can afford to sit at home.

What were they like? The-the women that were there?

Alright, but I mean, one of them poisoned her.

Would you want to go to that wedding now?

Jeez, that oil's a bit hot, isn't it?

Oh, that feels so good!

Hmm.

I imagine you're like a celebrity now, hm?

After what happened.

Uh-oh, someone is not going to be very happy with me now.

Is that his first wax?

Well, you offered two services.

Which one would you have picked?

So, er..

Nuala Grimes booked the hen party through you, didn't she?

What is this?

Are you a journalist?

Because the police told me not to talk to anybody.

I'm not a journalist.

I'm working for Elaine O'Neill.

Oh.

Well, I have no idea what happened.

The poison..

The police checked our stock along with

our online orders, and they're exact.

Wherever that botulinum came from, it wasn't the salon.

And more importantly, nobody touched her glass!

Er, you touched her glass.

Yeah, but, I didn't do anything to it.

No, I literally brought it straight back in to her.

-It's all on camera. -You're looking very distressed.

Oh, you have no idea.

Everybody just assumed it was me or Melanie!

I am not accusing you.

Did any of the other hens attack Nuala that night?

Did she say anything?

No.

Well, you must have known something about her.

I mean, how often did you treat her?

Every Tuesday... but we never talked.

It was just professional.

That was cruel and inhumane, Harry.

Huh, I'm sorry, but I could hardly have had the back wax.

So, if we can't figure out how, we need to figure out who.

Talk to the bridesmaids.

Okay, but if they're all pals, then...

Oh, Fergus, you have a lot to learn.

Six women in a friend group?

Think of, er, Henry the VIII's wives having a reunion party.

What?

Elaine is insisting she goes ahead with the wedding.

I've stepped in as Matron of Honour.

I would have done it originally, but I was just so busy.

Looking for a job.

Well, you can't have been very close to Nuala

if you're happy to just move on.

Nuala was a nasty little bitch.

I don't even know why Elaine hung around with her.

I mean, she was old.

-Wasn't she 34? -Yeah.

And, like, bitter with it.

I reckon she's the one who got you fired, Ruth.

I wasn't fired, I was let go!

Well, isn't that the same thing?

Drinking on the job, wasn't it?

You are such a bitch, Denise!

Wait, how could Nuala have something to do with that?

She didn't, it was just a big misunderstanding.

Oh, Ruth, no, it wasn't!

You were boasting about going on this trip to Fiji.

And Nuala made a comment about how you could afford it

on a secretary's wage, she was seething, like...

Nuala didn't like anybody having something she couldn't have.

She totally told your boss you were pissed, Ruth.

Will you just shut up, Denise?

You're making it sound like I had a problem with Nuala.

I didn't!

And she thought I was a slut.

Never said it, but I'd say something like, you know

"Oh, I've met a guy," and she'd give me the look.

Did that bother you?

Enough to wanna give her a smack.

Not enough to kill her, if that's what you're asking.

What about you, Eniola?

-We were fine. -Yeah, right.

She was always throwing digs at you, I mean, asking you to

pick Elaine something to wear for her wedding night.

What a cow!

-What's wrong with that? -Nothing.

I work for a clothing brand.

Eniola!

I used to date Richie.

Okay! Christ!

Why would you accept to be a bridesmaid?

Ah, to make a point.

You're, er, not bothered.

I-I'm not.

It was a long time ago.

It was right before he got with Elaine.

I've a degree in pharmacy, yeah.

Obviously, I know what botulinum can do.

But I was in my treatment room, the whole time.

The police have confirmed all that with the CCTV footage.

-Haven't they, Molly? -Yeah, oof!

And you met Nuala in college, didn't you?

Yeah, she did marketing.

And what about you, Molly?

Er, my degree is computers.

Elaine, I think I've broken something.

Nuala was a mature student.

She was gas, wasn't she, Mols?

Oh, you are in pain, aren't you?

It'll be worth it, though.

Just a few more pounds and your dress will fit.

See, I'm not one of those brides that's worried

my bridesmaids will look better than me on the day.

I want them looking their best.

If I'm gorgeous in my pics and my maids are all minging...

I won't be able to post any group shots on Insta.

Take five, Mols, I'll get some water.

-Anyone else? -Yeah, please.

My dress would fit if she'd got it in my size.

Rescue me, please.

I think she's crazy, going ahead with this.

Did you tell her that?

I don't wanna upset her.

She's a tiny straw away from a full breakdown.

There's been so much aggro already.

Aggro about what?

Well, the Matron of Honour stuff, for a start.

Ruth is Elaine's family and I'm her oldest friend.

But Nuala was willing to organize and pay for everything.

You didn't like Nuala.

I didn't like confrontation.

I'm not good at it.

I'd no real issue with Nuala, I just want people to get along.

But didn't you want to be the Matron of Honour, too?

I mean, considering that you're the bride's oldest friend?

Ah, I don't want to sit at the top table.

Wh-why not?

Uh, my parents will be sitting at it.

They're Elaine's godparents.

Why wouldn't you want to sit with your parents?

I'm gay and they're soldiers of Christ, you know how it goes.

Raging homosexuality being

contagious and sinful and all that.

That can't be easy.

It's easier than you think.

They haven't talked to me since I came out.

It doesn't bother me.

That's what I mean!

Nobody is going to drink anything at my wedding!

Okay, I have no idea which one of them could have killed her.

I mean, it could have been any of them!

Indeed, we're no closer to knowing who...

and we still don't know how.

We need to find out what the police know.

Leave that with me.

Okay, so, erm, I...

I-I have plans with my mam.

I'll see you later.

Come on, smelly belly! Get your coat!

I'm not smelly!

She's doing a good thing, buying us this house.

Saint Paula, our hero.

Da!

I just hope it doesn't end in tears.

It won't!

Come on, stinker!

Don't know if you guys know this about me

but I'm actually an Olympic level bowler.

-So, er... -Mm, yeah.

-Shall we get in? -That's, that's likely.

-Mm. -Okay!

You're so bad!

-Okay! Alright! -You're absolutely bad!

-Yeah, you tell him. -Hey!

Hey! I'm Lola.

-Pleased to meet you. -And you.

Wow! Fergus said you were gorgeous.

You said I was gorgeous?

Well, you are gorgeous.

Shut up.

Hi!

Right, come here, little smelly belly.

We spoke about this, remember? This is our mam.

-Sorry, she's not usually... -That's okay.

You were so little the last time I saw you.

Do you still have Mr. Janky?

I'm too big for a blanket, they're for babies.

So what do you do when you get scared?

I don't get scared.

No? I do.

Like right now, I haven't bowled in so long.

And I'm so scared I'm gonna be as bad as Fergus.

I could teach you, if you like?

Oh, I would really like that!

Can we? Okay, let's go, perfect.

-Thanks. -Got a pink ball...

It's not even the turkey that I like, anyways.

-I know. -Harry!

You shouldn't be in here.

I was just about to ask Charlie

if I could speak to the two of you.

About?

Oh, for the love of God!

The bride is fixated on her big day going to plan.

Oh, yeah, total bridezilla. We know.

She wanted assurances that we'd solve this before Saturday.

Look, I'm sure she jumped the gun coming to us.

I mean, it's only been a few days

and I'm sure you, you already have it in hand.

You should leave it to us anyway.

-Well, Vicky, we-- -What?

But Charlie is breathing down our necks on this--

And you wanna go running to his mum!

So, you're stuck?

The post mortem showed that she ingested botulinum.

Jordan!

It had to have been in the second champagne glass.

But forensics is backed up, so we don't actually know that yet.

-But how the hell else did-- -Jordan!

She could help, Vicky.

-You need to leave. -Fine.

But we could help each other.

We all know how this will go.

You have my number.

What did Malky say about this?

He's not happy, but he trusts me.

You're the grown-up.

Nah, it's not like that.

Oh, I've missed so much.

I know it's my fault.

Ah, look, let's not worry about blame.

Sorry.

-Yeah? -Fergus.

I've seen the crime scene photos and I think I'm onto something.

Can you meet me at Carol's?

Sure, um...

Can you, can you give me, like, an hour?

-I'll see you there. -Okay.

Sorry, we, er, we've got a case.

My son, the working man!

There's a photo booth over there.

Can I take a photo with Liberty?

Just... as a memento?

I don't see why not.

-Whoo! -Yeah, nice one!

Look at you!

-Nice! -Not bad that, right?

Yeah, no, it's impressive.

Can I get one of you by yourself?

So I have your beautiful face.

-I don't mind. -Okay.

No silly faces, just you looking beautiful!

Carol, Carol, can I show you something?

It's a crime scene photo.

-What am I looking at? -That's Nuala's glass.

It has two raspberries in it.

The, the other glasses only had one.

I know, I put them in myself.

Then why does Nuala's have two?

It couldn't.

It makes no sense.

Are you saying that you didn't put it in there?

I didn't.

Could you have put it in by accident?

No.

Why does that matter?

The second raspberry contained the poison.

Now, if you know something or you're just not telling us...

We can help you, you just need to talk to us.

I...

I have to go.

The police said me and Melanie

can get our things from the salon.

I didn't do this.

I swear.

You believe her?

I haven't believed a beautician since my own

told me that permanent polish wouldn't damage my nails.

God! It's like you're speaking in tongues.

Come on, follow me.

We're not gonna do anything dodgy here, are we?

Define dodgy.

That is shockingly non-security conscious.

We should check to make sure

she hasn't left any other doors open.

Just in case.

There.

If I can get into this, what exactly am I looking for?

A signed confession that she killed Nuala would be handy.

I don't know, anything that stands out.

Easy peasy.

What's this?

Oh!

Uh, er...

Carol's a, a very good, hard working girl.

Oh, she is! Isn't she, Bill?

She never stops working.

But she has to, you know.

Is she renting here?

Oh, no, dear.

This is our house.

Mine and my poor late Bill's.

Carol has been saving up so that she can move out.

Oh, not that we mind her here.

Oh, she's a great help.

Does all the cooking, takes care of Bill when I'm out.

And she looks after me and all me friends.

We can't be paying salons to be dealing with our bunions.

Oh, she's a saint is my Carol.

Part of me hopes she never leaves!

I'm going to grab my stuff from the lockers.

Have you left anything in the treatment room?

-No, I'm good. -Okay.

Did she ever mention Nuala?

I-I believe she was one of her regular clients.

I just know that she saw her on Tuesdays.

Because Carol was always late getting home on Tuesdays.

And I needed my ingrown toenail done last Tuesday.

Oh, you will help her, won't you?

God, if the police arrested her, I don't know what I'd do.

Oh, poor Bill.

He'd be spinning in his urn thinking of me alone.

Well, we'll do our best, Marian.

I know what you did.

I don't want to rat you out, she wasn't a... good person, but...

I need money.

We should try to get Carol emergency housing.

Bunions!

Cooking dinner every night!

Minding her dead father's ashes?

My heart almost stopped when I saw her ma.

We have got to stop doing that.

Breaking in?

How would we ever learn anything?

Well, what did we learn?

I'm not some genius hacker, you know.

I can't just hit a bunch of keys and say, "I'm in."

I found something.

Carol's credit card statement.

800 euro to the beauty salon!

Wait, 800...

Wasn't that the cost of Elaine's hen?

Th-th-the one that Nuala was supposed to have paid for.

And there's more, on the next page.

She was paying the salon a 100 quid every Tuesday.

And we know that Carol was treating Nuala every Tuesday.

So, she was paying for Nuala's treatments with her own card.

Why would a woman who works every hour God sends be

paying for someone else's appointments in her own salon?

Well, she couldn't put free treatments

through on the salon's books!

They had to be paid for.

But why were they free?

If Nuala was the sort to get somebody fired from their job...

She could have had it in her to blackmail.

Those hours that Carol works at night, her moonlighting.

What's wrong with that?

Uh, employers have a problem with it.

I think Nuala threatened to tell

the salon about her double jobbing.

So, Carol killed Nuala?

Wouldn't it be nice if all our cases

were bish, bash, bosh, she did it.

Nah.

I don't buy it, Fergus.

Two raspberries!

It took me two minutes checking those

crime scene photos to see that.

So how did you miss it?

To be fair, sir, we knew the poison was in the glass.

We just didn't know how it got in.

Well, it's bloody obvious, isn't it?

Carol Collins must have slipped a second raspberry in.

And nobody saw.

Well, we'll bring her in for questioning tonight.

And we're just waiting on a warrant to search the house.

You know we're about ten minutes away

from my mother solving this, folks?

Can we just, this once, be ahead of the game?

Carol!

Jordan? What is it?

Carol and her mother are dead.

Poisoned.

Carol and her mother.

Jesus!

We found a discarded bottle of botulinum in the bin.

We can't rule out a murder suicide.

Which would make it very likely that she killed Nuala.

Oh, you hardly believe that!

You really think that Carol put

a, a second raspberry in that glass?

Wait, you saw that?

That's how the boss--

I-I mean, that's how Charlie figured out

where the poison had come from.

I, I did suggest that we work together.

Yeah, and I'm more than happy to.

-It's just that-- -Jordan!

Look, if you want to make a deal, Jordan,

Vicky and Charlie don't need to know.

Erm, yeah, well, look, I'll-I'll get back to you, sir.

Do you think she could have done it

and then killed herself and her mam?

I don't buy it.

If she killed Nuala because she was being blackmailed...

then her biggest problem was gone.

Why would she kill herself and her mother?

Okay, so, the real killer came after her? But why?

I mean, did the killer think that Carol knew something?

I don't know.

I mean, why not kill Carol right away?

Carol must have figured something out.

And the killer realized it.

If she figured it out, why wouldn't she call us?

Well, she was stuck for money.

So, if Nuala was blackmailing her, maybe she

found an opportunity to do it in reverse?

But the real question is...

if she figured out who the real killer was...

how did she figure it out?

Oh! Jeez!

You women really do go feral, don't you?

Penises and poisoners, what a theme, right?

Look, when we talked to Carol, I don't think she

was hiding the identity of the killer.

But then she came here.

She must have seen something here...

that made her put it all together, but what?

Did Glenn give you the CCTV footage?

Yeah.

Well, look, though, I mean, they're all standing close

enough to have dropped a raspberry into the glass.

Carol must have seen who did it.

But how?

What, what if she was standing right here yesterday?

And then she remembered.

When they were all looking at Ruth...

Carol was looking in the mirror.

She would have had a different angle.

She could've seen, she could've

seen someone doing something odd.

Like what though? I didn't see anything.

Didn't you?

You know, the world is full of obvious things

which nobody by any chance ever observes.

Shakespeare?

Sherlock Holmes.

I know what happened, Fergus.

But we're going to need help to prove it.

This is all very Deep Throat.

-The porn movie? -What?

No! Watergate informant.

You know, all the President's Men, Robert Redford...

Er, Watergate.

Sorry, erm...

I just, I didn't think it was a good idea

you coming to the station.

What do you need?

Carol said you checked the online supply of botulinum for

the salon against their stocks and you found nothing amiss.

It seemed like the obvious thing the poison coming from there.

Could someone have altered the online order

to say a bottle less?

I guess.

Carol and Melanie both had access.

But it would take somebody with skill to alter

an order that had already been processed.

Could you check it anyway?

-Sure. -Thanks.

Did you speak to Graham about the college transcripts?

Yeah, he's requested them.

He'll send them over as soon as he has them.

He wanted to know why we wanted them.

And then he gave me a lecture about being a normal teenager.

I can't believe it, two more people dead.

It's so upsetting.

You didn't know Carol before she waxed your tache.

And you never met her ma.

It's still horrible, Denise.

We're not all unfeeling bitches!

What do you think?

Think you might get cold.

I like you.

Is Elaine still going ahead with the wedding?

Oh, she was always going ahead with the wedding.

The world could end, and Elaine O'Neill

would still have her big day.

-This one? -That's cack!

Let the dog see the rabbit.

You know, Richie's gonna be riding her on the wedding night

whether she looks like a nun or not, Eniola.

Are you helping or just drinking your poison juice?

Would you stop saying things like that?

Well, she has a point.

Aren't any of you nervous any more?

Molly's in bits, but she's always been over sensitive.

She's been in counselling for years.

Yeah, but it's like Elaine said...

if Carol killed herself and poisoned her ma,

then it's obvious she killed Nuala, too.

Elaine said that?

Isn't that what happened?

They don't know.

She'd say anything to have her way.

Holy hell. Those poor women.

I told you it was tragic!

Where's Elaine now?

At her wedding venue, Abbey House.

Her and Molly are finishing the wedding favours for tomorrow.

There's our taxi to take us there now.

It's Graham, the college transcripts.

Hmm!

Come on, Ruth!

♪ Feel this feel this ♪

From Jordan.

Yeah, the salon computer was hacked.

So, we know what happened but we don't know why she was murdered.

But I have an idea about that.

Oh God, we'd better go with them before there's another murder.

Mm, that's exactly what we're doing.

But we need to phone someone on the way.

I'll drive, you look for the number.

Can anyone explain why I'm doing these favours on my own?

Isn't Molly helping you?

I need a coffee, Molly's getting it.

I haven't slept in like three days

do you see the bags under my eyes?

Aren't they always there?

Elaine, have you something to tell us?

Like, I'm there necking champagne with these

two wagons under the illusion that Carol Collins

is a serial poisoner, then it turns out that--

Look, any one of you could've done it.

The police don't know Carol killed herself.

That girl and her mother are victims.

And we weren't necking back champagne, you were, Ruth.

Who did these, uh, seating arrangements?

-Was it you, Elaine? -What?

No, that is the Matron of Honour's job.

Like doing the favours is the bridesmaid's job.

Oh, give it a rest, Elaine.

You're Matron of Honour now, aren't you?

I didn't do them, Nuala did.

And what the fuck do you mean, Eniola

that I was necking champagne on my own?

What are you implying?

I'm implying you're an alcoholic.

How dare you!

-It was like a glass or two! -And the rest.

You're ruining my wedding, behaving like this!

Sorry, didn't Molly say she didn't wanna be

at the top table with her folks?

Oh, yeah, they don't talk to her.

It all came out at her 21st.

Her being gay and her parents are mad Catholic freaks.

Called her the spawn of Satan.

She picked a weird time to tell them, if you ask me.

21st.

Why don't you just admit you're jealous, Eniola?

Jealous?

I've seen Richie's pecker.

That is your life now.

You, horrible cow!

Fucking...

-Denise, help! -Uh!

If you've scratched my face for my big day...

Uh, nobody gives a shit about your pox of a wedding!

Right, I think it's about time we all had

a coffee and calmed the fuck down!

I wouldn't drink that if I were you, ladies!

"How are your parents?

We had such an interesting chat at your 21st."

That's what Nuala said to you, that night at the salon.

And you realized, didn't you?

That's when you found out.

Nuala outed you to your parents at your birthday.

-No. -Ah!

I just spoke to your parents on the phone, Molly.

They confirmed it.

They said they didn't tell you how they'd found out.

But it was her.

The thing is... she chased me.

I sent back a few flirty texts when I was drunk one night.

But then I told her I didn't wanna be in a relationship.

I wasn't ready.

I hadn't even come out.

She said it was fine.

She wasn't even gay, she was just curious.

And she'd decided she fancied some guy.

And then at the hen party... I realized.

She told my parents.

Nobody else would have.

She must have shown them my texts as proof.

They wouldn't look at me when they confronted me.

My mother couldn't look at me.

Nuala did that?

We thought you'd told them, Molly.

Your parents chucked you out after your 21st.

Then, you dropped out of college, where you

happened to be studying pharmacy with Elaine.

What!

Which is why you knew how to use the botulinum.

And you returned to college, after you got your

life back on track, and you studied computers.

And became an expert.

That's how you managed to hack the beauty salon's system

and change their order, but only after

you took some of their botulinum.

-Molly would never do that! -This is ridiculous.

Molly didn't touch Nuala's glass.

Elaine's right, Molly is innocent.

She didn't need to touch the glass.

She just needed to be near it.

She flicked a second raspberry into Nuala's glass.

Just like that.

A split of a second.

But Carol saw your hand move in the mirror...

Molly...

She figured it all out.

Carol said she only wanted money.

She said she hated Nuala.

And I could trust her with my secret, but how could I?

I barely knew her.

I couldn't face having another woman having

something on me that could ruin my life again.

I swear, I didn't mean to kill her mother!

Oh my God, Molly!

How could you ruin my wedding?

-Elaine! Elaine! -Bitch!

You bitch!

-Elaine! -You bitch!

-Jesus! -Molly!

Jordan? Now.

-This is so dumb! -Yes.

Elaine, calm down!

Go on, then, indulge me.

How did they solve it?

Good old fashioned police work.

I spotted a second raspberry, Jordan put the rest together.

-Wow! -Don't take it too hard.

I've trained them well.

You're not seriously letting them take the credit, are ya?

Having Jordan lend us a hand is useful.

Well, what do you want, Fergus? Fame or money?

How about both?

I really have a lot of work to do with you, don't I?