Previously on Wild Cards...
- What do you want? - Six more months off my dad's sentence.
We're back in business.
So, now do I get a badge?
- So, what about us? - What about us?
Are we gonna stay partners?
I just don't wanna do that thing where we pretend like
- something didn't happen. - Of course not.
I thought we were finally getting to a good place.
You must be willing to walk away from anyone at the drop of a hat.
If you cannot,
that's your warning sign to cut them loose.
Do you like weddings?
I think they're fine, I guess.
You?
Weddings will always have a special place in my heart.
Why?
Pulled some of my best cons there.
Romantic.
Emotions running high.
Free booze.
Conga lines.
Weddings are fertile grounds for manipulation.
Hey, when you got married to Olivier,
did you have some big, crazy wedding?
No, that was just a work thing.
We signed the papers at City Hall.
But if I ever do get married for real,
I'm gonna do it big.
- Really? - Oh, yeah.
I'm talking...
trapeze artists, fireworks.
Earth, Wind & Fire live on stage.
Never thought you'd be into that kinda thing.
What? You think I would do
a Vegas drive-through chapel wedding
with Elvis marrying us?
Kinda. Yeah.
When I was little, I always envisioned my wedding
would be the one big party I'd finally get to have.
Well, I hope you get that someday.
Maybe.
Come on.
Morning, Detective.
Morning.
Max.
Always a bridesmaid, never a detective.
I'll take you to the body.
Let's have a look.
What do we got?
I'm afraid her special day turned out to be her last.
Poor thing.
What happened?
You see this inflammation?
- Nervous hives? - Nope.
It's only present where her corset touched her skin.
It's an allergic reaction?
That's what I thought at first, but I made a couple
quick field tests.
Was able to rule out anything like anaphylaxis, etcetera.
Take a peek.
You see that fine grayish powder?
It's some kind of transdermal toxin.
When she put on the dress, it penetrated her epidermis
and entered her bloodstream.
Could it be something that came from the manufacturer?
No. This was definitely applied.
I have to run more tests back at the lab.
I'm dying to find out what that powder is.
So, someone poisoned her dress?
Seems so.
What about the bridesmaid's dresses?
They're clean.
Oh my God!
Excuse me. Who are you?
I'm the bride.
Who's she?
www.subtitulamos.tv
I saw the police outside, and I came down right away.
Heather!
Thank God you're all right.
And you are?
Oh. I'm... I'm sorry.
Uh, my name is Walter. I'm Heather's uncle.
He's my only family.
Either of you recognize this dead woman?
No!
No idea who she is or why she was wearing my dress.
Well, we have some idea.
The security team told us she's, uh, one of the maids
that works here, the night shifts.
Her coworker said she was obsessed with getting married,
so, she would send her boyfriend photos
as not so subtle hints.
That's why she was wearing your dress.
Heather? Oh my God.
Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Oh my God, I was so worried.
Uh, this is my fiancé, Joseph.
I came right over as soon as I heard.
Uh... do you need a medic?
Wh-why isn't there a medic here?
No, no. I'm not hurt. I'm just...
so upset for that poor girl.
Hey. That poor girl could've been you.
And I don't know what I would've done if I...
I can't lose you.
That's what you call true love.
Can any of you think of a reason why somebody would
wanna hurt Heather?
Absolutely not.
No. I mean... my work keeps me so busy, I...
barely have any friends, let alone enemies.
What do you do?
She is a luxury amenities curator.
Sounds fancy.
It's not.
Babe. It is.
I don't know why you keep downplaying your job so much.
You know the tiny shampoo bottles and soaps
you find in hotel rooms?
Oh, yeah, I love those.
I don't know why I love them, I just... do.
You know what? It was probably just some kook.
Like that guy years ago who poisoned those pill bottles.
Maybe.
My colleagues are reviewing the security footage
as we speak, so we should know more shortly.
I used to be a hype girl
for weddings and Bar Mitzvahs one summer.
Yeah, that doesn't surprise me.
Fun Yates fact, I know every single word
to Rapper's Delight in three different languages.
- Do you wanna hear? - No, I do not.
I found something.
Okay. We'll save it for the ride home.
What do you got?
I've got the delivery man on camera dropping off the dress.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
- You seen this guy before? - Well, sure.
He's been delivering here for years.
That's not the strange part, though.
Look at this.
That's him dropping off the dress, and then he leaves
27 minutes later.
Okay.
She's checking to make sure she's alone.
She enters and then she doesn't come out.
What is the strange part?
Well, in between the delivery driver dropping off the dress
and the maid entering the room, there's this static.
Whoa. What's that?
Hang on, back it up.
Slow it down.
Freeze it. Right there.
Somebody's turning into the hallway just before the cameras cut out.
If somebody was walking to the bridal suite,
where would the next camera pick them up?
Here.
Damn.
It happened again.
The camera's all glitch out, starting from the back door
all the way to the suite.
And back out again in reverse.
Is your security system hardwired or Wi-Fi?
Wi-Fi.
I think somebody entered the building
with a handheld Wi-Fi jammer.
Would knock out all the cameras within 20 feet of it.
It'd be like wearing a cloak of invisibility.
And why didn't I have that when I was a teenager?
Let's see if we can't catch a glimpse of this guy somewhere.
So, you said you were alone last night in your hotel until this morning?
Yes.
We like the tradition of the bride and groom
not seeing each other the night before the wedding.
Is there anyone you can think of that has a grudge against Heather?
No, I...
I-I really can't.
Maybe some coworkers?
I mean, Heather travels for work a lot.
I don't really know her coworkers.
Except her uncle, of course.
They work together?
I mean, yeah, he got her the job.
Interesting.
Oh my God!
Oh, you poor thing.
I'm the one they tried to kill.
Of course!
I just meant he could've been caught in the crossfire.
Only if he was wearing my dress.
Sorry. Who is this?
I'm Brooke. Joseph's best friend.
And maid of honour.
Really?
Really.
I got here as soon as I could.
I was handling the Rubio's hot air ballooning quinceañera
- when I got the call. - And you are?
Lydia. I work for the wedding planners.
Once I heard about what happened,
I immediately got in contact with her,
because you two shouldn't have to deal with this.
I just got assigned to this emergency.
But don't worry, I will handle everything.
The band's been canceled as well as the catering.
It's too late to stop the cake,
but maybe we can donate it to a homeless shelter.
- Oh, that sounds like a nice gesture. - I thought so.
We appreciate everyone's help and concern.
This is a horrible tragedy for Joseph and I.
We need to be practical. I don't think we can postpone anything.
Babe, really?
What other option do we have?
I mean, it's gonna take months to reschedule everything.
I don't know when I can get the time off work again.
We have to leave for our honeymoon tomorrow.
It is non-refundable.
Yeah, I guess that's true.
Joseph, you've waited such a long time for this day.
I think you should wait a few more months or a year.
A lot can change in a year.
If I may...
Events such as this only serve to remind us
that we really only have today.
I mean, who knows what's gonna bring tomorrow?
My only regret in life is putting off all the things
that I wanted to do with my late wife.
Look, whether you decide to get married or not today
is up to you, but as far as this honeymoon goes,
I wanna remind you all that no one is leaving town
in the middle of an ongoing investigation.
You're okay.
That's all that matters.
We will figure the rest out, right?
I feel bad.
This is the story they're gonna be telling
about their wedding day for the rest of their lives.
If we don't catch this killer,
the story they're gonna be telling is a lot worse.
Excuse me.
We're gonna need to take statements for everyone's
whereabouts last night and this morning.
Joseph, we'll start with you.
So, where were the guests staying?
Everyone from the wedding party is staying here.
Ellis took their statements.
They all said they were in their rooms all night.
Well, I'm hoping to catch a glimpse of this guy,
even if it's off the reflection of a window or something.
Lookie here.
Creeping around at 2:13 AM in the morning
can only mean one thing.
Booty call.
Isn't that the groom?
It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride the night before.
That's not the bride.
Okay, it was me.
I went to Joseph's hotel room last night.
Why?
To talk.
And by...
talk...
you mean...
Talk.
Right.
Okay, so you went to his hotel room at 2:13 AM
to talk.
What did you wanna talk about?
About how I shouldn't be rushing into marriage.
It's a big thing to drop on someone the night before they get married.
Brooke and I have known each other since college.
I mean, sure, we dated for a few months, but...
it was never anything serious.
We've been best friends ever since.
Look, it's gonna sound cliché, but for my first date
with Heather, I just knew she was the one.
That woman is not to be trusted.
Then why are you her maid of honor?
Joseph asked me to do it.
So, I agreed to it for him.
Because Heather doesn't have any friends.
- None? - Not one.
The only person on the bride's side is that weird uncle of hers.
Okay, no one has even met any work colleagues.
Well, some people prefer to keep their personal
and professional life separate.
She's always gallivanting all around the world.
Isn't that her job?
She'll never even FaceTime when she's away.
Isn't that weird?
And another thing,
last minute she insisted on changing their honeymoon
from Tahiti to Vienna.
Who does that?
Somebody who prefers strudel to sunshine?
You know what I think?
No. What?
I think...
she has another husband somewhere.
Oh, come on. That is a crazy accusation.
Yes, Heather travels for work all the time.
But you don't get to be the number three
luxury amenities curator in the Northwest
without hard work.
What about the FaceTime avoidance thing?
Heather sometimes feels like the video calls make her look
like she has a double chin.
Hell, I don't like 'em either. It's not a big deal.
It is to Brooke.
Let me ask you something.
Do you think she's capable of harming someone?
No. I can't believe that.
Or maybe he doesn't wanna believe it.
Well, it's possible.
Brooke did have motive and opportunity.
There's something I do agree with Brooke on, though.
There's something weird going on between Heather and her uncle.
I just can't put my finger on it.
Yeah, you're right.
I'm gonna call the station and run a background check
on the both of them, see if we can dig up a reason
why someone other than Brooke would wanna kill her.
Okay, good. You do that.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna go do some digging of my own.
Don't do anything illegal!
Why does he always think the worst of me?
First class tickets to Vienna.
One.
Two.
Three.
Heather.
Joseph.
Walter?
You're taking your uncle with you on your honeymoon?
Well, that's a mood killer.
Every time I think about that poor maid.
Sad, yes, but better her than you.
And what I can't figure out is how the hell did they find us?
I promise, I have been so careful.
No, I'm not blaming you.
Now with this botched hit and the police messing around...
Don't worry about the local yokels.
This is so far above their pay grade,
they'll never be able to figure out what's really going on.
Come on.
Max, I told you not to do anything illegal.
Let's just pretend I tripped.
And fell into her room.
And then her purse.
And then the closet.
Can we just focus on my win here?
That Heather and her uncle are up to something.
Now, if what you heard is true, then I think someone's after Heather.
Maybe her uncle Walter, too.
Well, did anything show up when you ran their names?
No. Neither of them have a criminal record.
Okay, well, that doesn't mean anything.
There was nothing on my file, either,
until the Pallione case tripped me up.
Olive wants me back at the morgue.
She must've found something.
You go see her and I'll focus on the real research.
And I can now confirm the vic suffered
fatal systemic toxicity through transdermal absorption
of the powdered substance on the wedding dress.
Meaning she was poisoned?
Yes.
Okay, but we already knew that, didn't we?
But we didn't know what kind of poison.
It seems to be a toxic, custom-brewed cocktail.
Pretty sophisticated stuff.
So far, I have identified thallium.
English, please.
Originally used as a rat poison,
but was discontinued due to exposure risks.
And this is something that would be readily available to civilians?
There are online sources.
Chemical supply houses.
But that stuff's more dangerous than mercury.
Whoever did this really had to know what they were doing.
What about the rest of the ingredients?
More tests are needed.
All I can say is there was enough poison in that dress
to bring down a Brahma bull.
- Hey, darling. - Hey, Ricky. What you got for me?
I can tell you right now.
This is no hotel soap saleswoman.
She was the intended target.
Well, her socials, they're entirely fake.
Everything about her is a carefully constructed ruse.
- By who? - I don't know.
But this is really good.
Like... like next-level good.
Her posts match up with flight manifests,
hotel reservations.
I can't even trace its origins.
And... and you know, it takes a lot to impress me.
Oh, by the way, are you picking me up or vice versa?
What are you talking about?
Don't tell me you forgot.
Damn it.
Ricky, we're in the middle of this case.
That's no bueno, chica.
Oh, I know, I know, I feel terrible.
Look, can I meet you there?
And promise you'll cover for me?
Don't I always?
Max and Ellis want us to bring in the bride.
Detectives!
Hey, uh, have you guys seen Heather?
No, we're looking for her right now, why?
I, uh... I found this note under my door.
"My darling Joseph, this whole situation has me rattled.
"I need to take some time on my own to think.
"I love you with all my heart, don't ever forget that.
"Love, Heather."
Do you have any idea where she could've gone?
No. Her cell's off. So is her uncle's.
What if something happened to her?
We've got some homemade paté.
So, Max isn't coming?
A few of those crab vol-au-vent you love.
Wasn't she home with you?
Smoked sockeye
with lemony crème fraiche and blinis.
Okay. Not a blini fan.
She's just running a bit late.
She knows how much this day means to me.
To both of us.
Ever since her mother passed away,
we've celebrated Viv's and my wedding anniversary.
You know, she's just wrapping up a case.
You know she's working really hard to get you outta here early.
I think I need to be alone, Ricky.
Oh, really?
Even if I told you, I also brought...
drum roll, please.
Your favorite custard tarts.
Okay, maybe just one.
Are you sure?
Damn it.
Okay. Thanks.
That was Simmons.
Heather's gone, and so is her uncle.
I'm gonna put a BOLO out on both of them right now.
Vienna.
Hey, come here. Look at this.
You were right.
Two people just chartered a helicopter across the border
to catch a flight for Europe.
And passports need to be filed whenever there's
an international flight manifest.
Passenger names?
Robert Thomas. Rebecca Meyers.
But that's Heather and Walter.
Exactly.
We gotta stop them. Come on.
Fake passports.
Double lives.
I hate to say it, but it seems like con artists to me.
But Heather does really seem to love Joseph.
What, you don't think that could be a con, too?
The one thing that I've learned over the years...
you can hide a bunch of secrets,
but the one tell that gives people away
is love.
Stop right there!
We don't have time for this now.
Yeah, well, make time.
Put your hands up where I can see them now.
- Move! - Max, get down!
I'm confused. Who's the bad guys?
Right now, the guy shooting at us.
Stay here. Okay? Don't move.
Okay.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Heather! Cover me.
- Where's your gun? - I don't have one.
Why not?
It's a long story. How come you have one?
Longer story.
Got him! One shooter left.
Who won?
Us, for now.
- You okay? - Heather!
She's shot.
Heather.
She's not responding.
The bullet went through cleanly. I need to stop the bleeding.
Help me.
Here.
I need you to apply pressure.
I... I gotta get something out of my bag.
- No, no, no. Don't move! - I have a med kit in my bag.
Max, go in the bag. Get it.
What kinda honeymoon needs a med kit?
You've done this before.
More than I'd prefer to remember.
Who the hell are you two?
Who are you?
We are the good guys, all right?
Yeah, well, I'm sure the dead maid would disagree with you.
That was just an unfortunate accident.
Why are these people trying to kill you?
It's a matter of international security.
Fake passports, double life, hospital in a bag.
You're spies!
More like couriers of sensitive information.
Spies!
Okay, th-that... that should do it.
Okay, let's get her up and get her to the hospital.
We can't take her to a public hospital.
I know a place that we can get some help that's off the grid.
I wasn't asking.
Now put your hands up and turn around.
I need to get...
Put your hands behind your back
and turn around right now.
Now!
You're making a big mistake.
Please don't do this.
- What, you want her to die? - Do you?
'Cause if she goes to a public hospital,
that's exactly what will happen.
I understand your position.
You don't know what to believe.
Well, let me help you.
When you two showed up at the murder scene,
I had the agency run a check to make sure you were clean.
Your dad was a cop.
You joined eight years ago.
You quickly rose to detective rank
and then got demoted because they found drugs in your car.
Your brother Daniel was murdered a few years back.
And you recently got a lead on the killer, Billy O'Brien.
The Feds have been pursuing him,
but so far, every time they get close, he manages to escape.
Which, honestly, strikes me as a bit suspicious.
Do me next.
Well, you were a tougher nut to crack.
Well, that's flattering.
You're almost as invisible as we are.
However, a few of your old aliases did surface.
June Featherdown, Dolores Monkfruit,
and Selena LaFleur, to name just a few.
Oh, I forgot about Selena.
She was my riverboat jazz singer.
Very vampy. Great wardrobe.
Do you think just anyone could learn all that
about you in one day?
Not to mention what we did for you back at the heliport.
He did save my life.
And she gave me a gun,
which is more than I can say about you.
Look, I can have us to a safe house in 15 minutes.
Please, just let me make the call.
All right, fine!
But no tricks.
Get his phone out of his pocket.
Oh, and put it on speaker.
All right, dial one.
Guardian Pest Control.
How may I direct your call?
Sparrow has fallen.
Confirming your location now.
Proceed to 3965 Bayward Road.
One of our skilled technicians will be waiting to serve you.
Wait outside.
Okay. You stay with her and I'll go with Walter.
- Uh, no... - This is not up for discussion.
It's fine.
Okay.
Well, we got here pretty quick.
Hope she'll be okay.
I'm sure she will.
That girl's the strongest person I know.
You're not really her uncle, are you?
No.
I was assigned as her handler when she was first recruited.
That was 12 years ago.
Who do you two work for?
We're part of a joint intelligence network
comprised of various government agencies.
And we mainly transport sensitive information
from one country to another.
So, why were they targeting Heather?
Because she has a photographic memory.
A few days ago, on assignment, she discovered a list
of people working as double agents.
This information is so sensitive, it can't be written down
and it can't be transmitted digitally.
Hell, even our networks can be hacked.
So, she's basically like a walking USB stick.
Our assignment was to fly to Europe
and communicate this list to the head of our operations.
That's why the honeymoon shifted from Tahiti to Vienna.
If these names were to fall into the wrong hands,
a lot of people would die.
So, everything you've told us up until now has been a lie.
What about that bit about your wife?
There was someone once.
Someone who I loved very much, but...
I couldn't see how I could live this life and be with her.
You know, I've...
I've done a lot of good in this job over the years.
I've saved some lives, helped people.
But there's not a day that goes by that I don't wish
I made a different choice.
Look, I'm gonna have to call my Chief on this.
Yeah, I understand.
We all have a job to do.
I was hoping to flame this crème brûlée table-side,
but apparently there's some regulation against
bringing a blowtorch into a prison.
That's all right, Ricky.
I don't have much more of an appetite anyway.
That's okay.
I know it's not the food,
and I'm positive it's not the company.
Usually, with Max, we distract ourselves.
Tell stories about the old days when the three of us were a family.
Without her, this seems... somehow sadder.
Well, then...
let's turn that frown upside down.
Tell me a story.
A story about how a handsome young con man
met a beautiful woman, fell in love.
Err... seriously.
how did you meet Vivian?
If we're going down that road, we're gonna need a drink.
Ask...
and you shall...
receive.
Hey.
You're okay, this is one of your safe houses.
Walter brought us. He's outside.
Just so you know, he... told us everything.
I have to get outta here.
I don't think you're going anywhere just yet.
I'll be fine.
I've been through worse.
How's Joseph?
Our colleague said he was pretty upset
when he found your note.
He has no idea who you really are, does he?
It's for his own protection.
So, why go through marrying him and all that
if you have to just keep lying?
I've been doing this job for a long time.
You do it long enough, and you come to see the world
as this dark, dangerous place full of a lot of bad people.
But Joseph?
He's good, through and through.
Knowing him, being with him...
loving him...
It's what reminds me every day that there is good
in this world that's worth fighting for.
Walter!
- Hey. - Hey.
How you feeling?
I'm okay.
God, I was so worried.
I'm gonna go find Ellis.
I'm sorry I screwed up.
I'm just glad I didn't lose my best operative.
I was working at this ritzy lakeside resort,
running the old Sheboygan Shakedown
on this gorgeous young society type.
At least I thought I was.
Turns out she had me pegged from the get go.
- She turn you in? - No.
She invited me to dinner.
You sly dog.
Anyway, one thing led to another and we fell in love.
We wanted to get married, but Viv's parents
were upper crust old money types.
Threatened to disown and disinherit her
if she stayed with me.
But you did eventually get hitched.
So, they had a change of heart?
No, afraid not. They cut all ties with her.
But we got married anyway.
Omnia vincit amor.
Love conquers all.
At first, I didn't want her to get involved in my line of work.
I was actually considering going legit.
Opening a pastry shop or a pub.
But... after trying a few scams, she got the bug.
Turns out she was way smarter and way more talented than I was.
She kept pushing us to do bigger, more intricate cons.
I wish I had known her.
Sounds like quite a woman.
Yeah, she was.
I still miss her.
Every single day.
Do you think that's what she'd want?
I don't know if she'd want you missing her every day.
I think she'd want you to get on with your life.
Move forward.
Easier said than done, my boy.
Most things are, George.
Hey.
How's she doing in there?
I think she's gonna be okay.
Good.
You think they're gonna make it?
Heather and Joseph?
Not if they keep secrets from each other.
Well, even if the secret was to protect him?
I think the bigger question is,
why would you wanna be with someone you have to keep secrets from?
It sounds exhausting.
Come quick!
Hey.
Walter, what the hell happened?
Heather got a phone call.
They kidnapped Joseph.
Let me guess. They wanna trade?
Yeah.
Heather's information for Joseph's life.
I... I tried to stop her. She knocked me out.
Okay, well, she couldn't have gotten much of a head start.
Our problem is, I don't know where the hell she was going.
Heather!
- Heather! - Heather?
Damn it.
Unknown number. This has gotta be her.
- Hello? - Help!
- Heather? - No.
It's Brooke. The maid of honor.
What's going on?
I went back to the venue to pack up my stuff,
and there were two armed men.
They actually had guns, and they dragged Joseph into a van.
I'm currently following them right now.
Wait. You what?
I just had one question.
What do I do when I catch them?
Brooke, listen to me. Try to remain calm, okay?
And drop us a pin of your location so we can catch up to you.
What? What happened?
I almost hit a squirrel.
She's a civilian. We can't involve her in this.
Uh, hello?
Fellow civilian over here, and that's never stopped us.
Besides, what are we supposed to do?
All right, give him some space. Okay?
Don't follow too closely.
- But don't lose him. - Be careful.
But be brave.
It looks like they're turning off the main road.
I just sent you a pin.
Okay. Got it. We're on our way.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where do you think you're going?
I was the one who told Heather to break up with Joseph.
I was wrong.
She obviously loves this guy.
She would walk through fire for him.
If I don't do everything I can to save him,
I'll never forgive myself.
You wanna argue with that speech?
Or are we gonna get this party started?
All right, fine. Let's go.
Okay. She pulled off the main road.
Oh, looks like she stopped.
Brooke?
I'm parked outside some kind of factory building.
Why are you yelling?
I'm not.
Right. Sorry.
Brooke, you're doing great, okay? Just tell us what you see.
They're dragging Joseph out of the van.
I bet he got carsick.
He never likes to sit in the back.
Oh my God.
What now?
It's Lydia!
The wedding planner?
They must've kidnapped her too.
Oh, no. Wrong!
She has a gun.
She must be a counter operative.
They're taking Joseph into the building.
All right, Brooke. We're gonna be there shortly, okay?
Do not follow them in.
Don't worry.
I'm not following people with guns anywhere.
Oh my God!
What now?
Heather's here too.
Is she okay?
She's sneaking up on them and following them inside.
And she has a gun.
Damn it. She's trying to save Joseph.
She shouldn't be taking these chances.
Not with that injury.
Well, like you said, she's in love.
Brooke, are you crying?
I just can't believe I misjudged her like that, you know?
She's risking her life to save him.
This is a fool's errand.
Even if she gives them what they want,
they will never let Joseph live.
Or Heather, for that matter.
Okay. Hang tight, Brooke. We're almost there.
Lydia.
Wait, what? I... I don't understand.
Do you have the list, too?
What... what list?
Okay, look, if this is about the wedding deposit, you can keep it.
Lydia.
- Heather? - Let him go.
No games!
- You know what I want. - And I'll give it to you.
- Just let him go. - Deal.
Now show yourself.
Heather.
Oh my God. You're... you're hurt.
And you have a gun?
He doesn't know anything. Let him go.
Or I could just shoot you both right now.
Without knowing who I passed the list on to?
That's gonna look bad for you.
You're bluffing.
Only way to find out is to let him go.
Then we'll talk.
- Okay. - Joseph, get the hell outta here.
I don't understand.
Who is she?
And who are you?
He really doesn't know?
Know what?
Your fiancée's a spy.
Wait. What?
No.
- No... Heather. - Joseph... go!
I'm not going anywhere.
You think I really loved you?
You were just a tool.
I marry some boring, average guy, no one suspects me.
This isn't serious. You're not serious right now.
Even our honeymoon was a lie.
It was a cover for a job in Vienna.
I don't believe this.
If you don't get your ass out of here, I will shoot you myself.
Now drop the gun.
Kick it away.
Chase him down... and kill him.
No!
Bring her to the van.
Don't. Please!
Teamwork.
Where's Heather?
I don't know.
I think we're done here.
I don't think so.
Put your hands up. Slowly.
Now we're done.
All right.
That was Li.
He said the Feds are gonna take it from here.
So, we're off the hook.
Nice.
I'm gonna go check up on these two.
Of course I'm confused and upset.
And to be honest, I'm... very disappointed.
You've got to believe me.
I didn't mean anything that I said back there.
She was just trying to protect you.
Yeah, but, Heather.
You need to trust me as much as I trust you.
You thought I couldn't handle the truth?
I guess the real truth is...
you know, I would tell myself that it was for
your protection, but really, it was for mine.
I thought if you knew who I really was,
you wouldn't wanna be with me.
No, that is not true. I can handle anything except...
living a lie.
Okay, we're still wrapping up here,
but, uh, you guys are free to go.
Look...
you could've been killed today,
and that's on me.
I can't forgive myself for that.
I'm so sorry, Joseph.
Goodbye.
That woman was willing to give her life for you.
You're seriously gonna let her walk away?
No, I'm not.
Heather!
I can't let you go.
I do love a happy ending.
I am gonna quit the company.
I'm gonna become just a normal person
and an exceptional life partner.
No. No, you're not. You're not going to change for me.
I don't care if you're a soap salesperson or a spy.
I love you because of who you are,
and you are the woman that I wanna marry.
And the rest of the details...
We will figure them out as we go, right?
Can you really ever forgive me?
I already did.
Like Uncle Walter said, don't be scared to get hurt.
Your life can turn upside-down at any minute.
Today is all we really have.
That's really beautiful.
I think I might put it on a t-shirt or a mug.
Uh, we have to get Heather to Vienna.
Yeah. Right. Uh...
our honeymoon is non-refundable, so...
Honeymoon? We're not even married.
The jet's being prepped. It's wheels up in two hours.
We have no dress, no officiant.
City Hall's closed by now.
And your mother's already left town.
Actually, I, uh... think there is a way.
Do you, Joseph, take Heather...
Oh, uh... my real name is actually Emma Harper.
Sorry.
I love it.
Okay.
Do you, Joseph, take Emma to be your lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
Oh... psst! The rings.
Oh, right, right.
And do you, Emma, take Joseph to be your lawfully...
Wheels up in 30. You bet your ass I do.
All right.
Well, by the power vested in me,
and the love we've all witnessed here today,
it's my honor and joy to pronounce you husband...
Just kiss already!
And wife.
All right.
Congrats, Emm.
All right, well... it's about that time.
Yeah. We have a flight to catch.
Thank you, you two.
For everything.
I just love when a plan comes together.
Have fun, okay? And be safe.
Vienna, here we come!
I'll drive you to the airport!
Take care, huh?
Thank you.
Oh, Captain, my Captain.
You are so full of surprises.
I lost a bet when I was back in the police academy,
and they made me take this online ordination course.
I never thought I'd actually get to use it.
You think those two are gonna make it work?
Yeah.
Actually, I do.
You know, I think if you can go through all that
and still come out the other side loving each other...
I think you got a real shot.
Oh... damn it. I gotta...
You go. I'll clean up here.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
It really was an amazing night.
Good job.
You, my little man, did amazing. Huh?
Ring bearer!
It's after hours.
I shouldn't really be doing this.
- Appreciate it, Buddy. - Just keep it down, okay?
I'm still getting flack for your last karaoke night.
Got it. No more karaoke.
- Okay, before you blow your top off... - Stop.
Just let me explain. Okay?
It's been the weirdest day.
It doesn't matter.
I know. And I'm not making any excuses.
I'm not angry.
And I know how important this was to both you and...
Wait. What?
It's okay, honey.
We're okay.
But I messed things up.
No, honey, you shook things up.
And to be honest, they needed some shaking.
I mean, sure, I was pissed at first.
I thought you'd forgotten.
But then it dawned on me, with Ricky's help, that...
maybe you should be forgetting.
Today I saw how tied down I was to the past, and...
I don't want that for you.
Dad, I could never forget Mom.
You got your whole life ahead of you, sweetheart.
And I know that she would want us
to keep looking forward.
After all, I'm gonna be getting outta this joint pretty soon.
And once we wrap up our latest project,
we'll be set for life.
We'll have enough money to disappear.
Somewhere we'll always be safe.
We're getting the band back together, honey.
You. Me. Ricky.
I can't wait.
Hitting the road.
Nothing but dust in our rear view mirror.
We'll leave everything and everyone behind.
Yeah.
Round and round we go.
So many islands to buy.
So little time.
But...
there's always time for a cocktail.
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