Murder in a Small Town

What time is it?

It's our time.

It's the weekend.

I have a ton of catch-up to do at the library

and then I've got to prep

for the meet your new counselors forum.

Oh, what's to prep?

The town voted for you

now you just gotta 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 a 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 gonna 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?

-Ugh. -Ugh?

Like cops.

Nope. Nothing like cops.

No?

Although, police chiefs have their charms.

Mmhmm.

So I'm told.

So you're told.

Karl?

Mmhmm?

If Holly's still at Devon's, who's burning toast downstairs?

Anyone hungry?

Hey, hey.

Welcome back.

How was San Diego, Laila?

It was a family wedding.

Two days of:

"So when are you getting married?"

I get lots of those.

Yeah. 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 am so glad to be back.

Morning, Sarge.

Do yourself a favor.

Don't have kids.

Our new jurisdiction.

One hundred-fifty miles along the highway,

all the way up to Earl's Cove with Pender Harbor,

Madeira 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. 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.

Hey Sid, are you 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's thicker.

Ain't that the truth.

Still, he's marrying a Connolly.

Last time a Tate tried that, it was 1934.

Really?

You ought to know your family history, Griff.

Eleanor Tate married Adam Connolly.

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 hung her.

Well, this marriage isn't my idea, either.

My daughter graduated Stanford Law.

Now she's marrying an electrician.

Well, 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.

Mom.

Hey, hey, JJ.

No, no, no, that's fine, I got it.

Oh, yeah.

How was the drive?

It was long.

God!

You grew... again.

So this is where we live. Casa Alberg.

Ah la.

Where's Del?

Change of plans.

-Sweetheart. -Hey, Dad.

Oh. Welcome.

Oh, you know what?

I think I maybe kind of like this place.

Mmhmm.

Where's Del?

We broke up.

Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry.

It happens.

I don't have to tell you that, um, relationships.

Uh-huh.

Ah! Show me around.

All right.

Do you feel like an early dinner?

Uh, I uh, I told Sarge

I'd do his school safety class on Friday.

He's up to his eyeballs, and I am supposed to be prepping.

Hmm. Don't you think you prepped enough?

Ok 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 Gibsons where Sylvia Connolly is marrying Jon Tate.

God help them both.

They are two big, beautiful families,

the Connollys 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.

All kinds of grievances.

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

Actually, I'm, uh, I'm looking at half of you,

the Tate 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 fiancé, sis?

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 Connolly, ladies and gentlemen.

Always such a class act.

Nice eyebrow, buddy.

What now, huh! Come on, buddy!

Get up, huh! Come on.

Can I do anything else?

No. Sit and relax.

You're the guest of honor.

Oh, but there will be four, though.

I got it.

-Knock, knock. -Uh...

Hi. You're Steph.

Cassandra, hi. Wow.

Uh, in the flesh.

You are a lot less frumpy than I was expecting.