The Afterparty

This girl living in a tent outside of this big old house?

Something is wrong with her.

Since I'm pretty much solving this case by myself,

I'm gonna take the lead interviewing Hannah.

- You guys can back me up. - I don't think that's a good idea.

She's obviously obsessed with her brother.

She didn't want him to get married. That is what we call motive.

I mean, it's a pretty plausible idea.

Mm-hmm. Okay. We'll do it your way.

But just remember, we actually need Hannah to talk to us.

Oh, come on. I found the murder weapon.

Plus, her typewriter key was in Edgar's pocket.

Now we just gotta catch her in a lie.

Shalom. Welcome to my home.

Please excuse the untidiness.

Okay... ...enough with the, uh, being a gracious host.

We are here to talk to you about this.

The devil's trumpet.

- Yes. - Huh.

So you think that's what killed Edgar. And because it's from my garden,

- you think that I killed him. - Exactly.

Well, should I procure a lawyer,

or should we just head straight to my execution?

Hannah, we just wanna hear your side of the story.

- No one's here to accuse you of anything. - Uh, I am.

Why do you have Edgar's dead lizard?

Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want her?

No, ew.

Well, she's my niece, so please don't talk about her like that.

Look, we're here because Travis said that you wanted to stop the wedding.

I did.

Very much so.

Your own brother's wedding? Why did you wanna stop it?

Very well.

Please.

Oh, do you like music?

Um, I think everybody likes music.

Oh. Oh, I know.

My story begins with this precocious young girl.

Hannah Cornelia Minnows was the adopted child

of Alexander and Isabel Minnows.

When she came of age, 11 to be exact,

she built herself a yurt fashioned after the Mongolian Ger.

It was one of her many hobbies.

Hannah was denied proper affection as a child.

So she found herself engaging in unique activities

that would help pass the time.

Often Edgar would join her.

Having a frigid mother and an absent father brought them together.

Sebastian would often join as well.

Despite presumably having his own family in England,

he was a regular fixture at the Minnows home.

Though Edgar never liked an audience.

As they grew older, Edgar became more dogged about his business endeavors.

He lost interest in their mutual hobbies.

But Hannah's love for her brother remained steadfast and true.

Happy Birthday!

Oh, it's actually my adoption day. I don't know when I was born.

Oh.

Hannah, this is Grace.

She sold me this typewriter so that I could give it to you.

So, I-I guess one could say that it's from both of us.

I'm really thrilled it's going to someone who will really appreciate it

for all of its quirks and charms.

- It's perfect. -

Oh.

It's my telephone. Excuse me.

Bartholomew, you ne'er-do-well.

Edgar told me the theme of your party is "Francophile."

Are you French?

Oh, I don't know.

- Oh. - But I'm turned on by their culture.

They're an unkind and beautiful people.

I'd like to live there someday.

In a really rundown building with charming fixtures.

Edgar tells me you share my penchant for antique oddities.

Yes, the odder the better.

I get really caught up imagining the life it's had.

- The places it's traveled to. - I'd like to show you something.

Okay.

Is that a Blickensderfer No. 7?

- It is a Blickensderfer No. 7. -

Oh, she's beautiful.

She really is.

Hannah and Grace were immediately friends.

And soon, Grace and Edgar were engaged to be married.

Hannah felt a kinship with her, and the two spent more time together.

Wait, you were in Amsterdam with Grace?

Wasn't that supposed to be a lunch date with Edgar?

He was very busy with work, so I took his place.

Grace didn't tell me that.

Hmm.

On an overcast Saturday afternoon,

exactly 37 days before the wedding,

Grace and her bachelorette party congregated by Lake Swellgood.

The lake is forested with maple, redwood and orange blossom trees.

There were spa treatments, arts and crafts and a mime who was also a stripper.

It was your perfect bachelorette.

Except that Grace was fighting with Zoë.

You think marriage will fix your problems?

- - The guy can't even bring you chicken--

"...soup!"

Okay, I just wanna say again, I was not yelling.

And we were not fighting. I was just worried about my sister,

and that is what older sisters are supposed to do.

If you want, I could just say that you were intensely whispering.

You think a marriage will fix all your problems?

This guy can't even bring you soup.

I mean, that wasn't what happened either.

Why don't we just skip ahead to what happened next?

We shall.

Can I get you anything?

Jamón ibérico?

Courtesan au chocolat?

Swig of whiskey?

No, thank you. I'm too upset.

Also, I really think whiskey tastes like drinking a catcher's mitt.

I agree.

So, are you upset because your sister is right or because she's wrong?

I'm not sure.

You know better than anyone how busy Edgar's been lately.

But I know he wants to be with me.

Well, what do you want?

Well, I want love.

Heart-bursting, mind-exploding, nipple-chilling love.

You know?

All I know is that Edgar is so lucky

to be marrying someone as wonderful as you.

I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that.

No fucking way.

You kissed my sister?

Technically, she kissed me, but I was very willing and very consensual.

Ooh, bachelorette parties are so juicy. Good stuff come out of them.

If this really happened, why wouldn't Grace tell me?

Maybe 'cause you wouldn't stop whisper-shouting at her.

Or maybe because it makes her look very guilty.

Well, I don't believe it. I need to go talk to Grace.

Tell her I say hi.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hold up.

Now, if we wanna solve this,

we have to finish hearing what Hannah has to say.

Why? She is obviously lying.

Zoë, Danner's right. We should hear her out.

You know what?

I think it might be better for all of us if we conduct separate investigations.

- - Zoë.

- - I-I should go with her, right?

Nuh-uh. Look, I know you love her, but that is some sister shit.

Okay, so y'all was kissing.

You are not gonna believe... ...what Hannah is saying about you.

Would you stop whisper-shouting?

I'm not.

Can we please not do this here?

Oh, my God, is it true?

There are things that are true, yes. But this is not the time--

Girls, everything all right?

Yeah. Everything's... ...fine.

Is it though?

Well, obv-- obviously other than the big thing that's not fine.

Feng, can I borrow you?

It's business.

Business? Yeah, absolutely. It's like they say, "Money never--"

- Now, please. - Yep, coming.

You know, do you wanna talk outside?

- Yeah, I'd love that. - Oh! How wonderful for both of us.

Cute. Sister time.

Um, Feng, uh... ...do you mind if I ask, what are you?

Wow. Great question. So many things.

I'm a businessman. A father. A dreamer.

Ethnically.

Oh, well, my mother was Korean, but my father w--

Oh, thank God. Do you speak it?

- Korean? Uh, yeah, but-- - Fantastic.

I have a very important deal out of Busan,

and I was hoping that, as a fellow businessman,

you might be able to help me close it.

Be the, uh, Rosetta to my stone. What do you say?

I say you came to the right guy. I'm an ace negotiator.

- You'll see. This will be a bowl of bing. - A what?

Like "piece of cake," but "bing." I-It doesn't matter. I would l--

There we are. Careful.

This guy's a real knacker cracker.

- Hello? - Hello, how are you?

My name is Feng Zhu.

I'm a... top business partner of--

Tell Sebastian I'm in. I'll take five million.

Oh. Oh.

This guy's playing hardball.

What? Really?

Damn it.

Hello? Are you saying something? What are you saying?

Tell him I will go 5% percent lower, but that's my basement.

Okay.

How's the weather in Busan?

- By now it's around bedtime I guess! - What?

I'm just saying words so it sounds like we're negotiating!

I don't understand. Are you in or are you out?

- What's he saying? - He's furious.