The Afterparty

How could we not have solved this?

I was so sure we were gonna figure it out.

Yeah, me too.

I mean, anyone could have done it.

Everyone had means. Everyone had opportunity.

Everyone had motive.

There's just one thing that just keeps nagging at me.

But you wouldn't like it.

Wait, what are you saying?

There was only one person who wasn't mentioned

in anyone's story during the after-party.

In the library,

I saw Isabel,

Hannah, Grace, Feng,

Sebastian, Ulysses,

Travis, Vivian…

And no one saw Zoë.

Well, no-- She was-- She's been trying to help Grace.

Just like Yasper was trying to help you?

This is delicious.

What is it? What's going on?

Have a seat.

Did you figure out who did it?

Because I feel terrible.

I didn't want you to talk to my parents,

and then they were hiding this whole crazy affair.

Um, we just need you to tell us

what you were doing during the after-party last night.

Shit.

Really thought I'd covered up my tracks.

Zoë, what did you do?

I've been trying to block it out.

-You and Grace had had a fight over Edgar. -Yeah.

And I never got to make it up to her in my maid-of-honor speech

because Edgar cut me off.

And then I--

I just wanna say it was an accident.

I didn't want him to die.

No. No, no, no.

Oh, my God, come on. No one cared about him anyway.

You are being very casual about this.

I don't know.

The whole thing felt like this campy horror film or something.

I knew Grace was still mad at me.

Hello?

Is anyone in here?

And I didn't want her going off to her honeymoon without setting things right.

So I snuck into her bedroom to put my maid-of-honor speech in her suitcase.

Hello? Is someone in here?

Edgar, is that you?

It isn't funny.

Oh. Hi, doggy.

I just was leaving a little note for my sister.

- -

- -

Ow!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

- God! -

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Go away!

Oh, my God.

- -

No, no, no, no, no. No!

Fetch this, bitch!

Doggy? Doggy?

Holy shit.

I killed the dog.

- -It's okay, Zo.

Look, it was an accident, right? Like you said.

-She said, "Fetch this, bitch." -You did say that, didn't you?

And if you remember, I have a tiny "rage-y" side of me

that comes out when I am provoked.

Oh, yeah, I remember.

I really wanted to tell you, but you both figured it out anyway.

-We were just wondering where the dog was. -Yeah, so that's answered.

So, now on to who killed Edgar.

Okay. So, who did it?

We don't have a suspect.

What? You don't have a suspect?

Just-- There has to be something we missed.

I'm sorry, partner.

I came all this way, and I let you down.

-And what about Grace? -I don't think Grace did it.

Just don't know how to prove it.

Gather around, folks. We've got some things to discuss.

All right, my team is still working,

but it seems clear to me that the bride did it.

- No. - Yeah.

-She married him for his money… - No.

-…never signed the prenup… - Mmm.

…drugged his drink.

Open and shut.

Excuse me, Sheriff.

Oh, you must be the ex-cop.

-That's right. -Oh, boy.

-Nice to meet you. -Yeah.

I don't wanna tell you how to do your job,

but don't you think you should actually investigate?

Yeah, Grace is not the only person here whose circumstances are suspicious.

Ten minutes ago, before she went back to accusing Grace,

-Isabel thought she did it. - What?

It's quite simple, actually. I never thought I murdered Edgar.

I thought he murdered himself accidentally

because he was intending to murder me.

He was just the wrong target.

But now I see all along that I was right and it was Grace.

Aha. That's right.

-That's right? Why would you say that? -Aniq, give me a minute.

-What? -Just one minute.

-One minute? We don't have-- - Give me--

Look, there's no way that you know for sure that Grace did it.

-We have our killer. It's Grace. -Yes.

And I'm taking her in. And may God have mercy on her soul.

-How do you know I didn't do it? -

Because I killed the dog.

-You killed Colonel? -I think.

-No, you didn't. -Oh, but I'm pretty sure I did.

I assure you, Colonel is not dead. Little shit will not die.

Third time he had cancer, thought he died, buried him.

Horrible bastard dug his way out.

Popped right out.

-Colonel. Colonel! Come on. -No. No, no, no!

Oh, my God.

Can't kill the little fucker.

But how? I threw him out the window.

I have a theory.

And it would explain what Edgar said right before he died.

Zoë threw the dog out the window, and it landed on Isabel's trampoline.

You bounding hound of hell!

That's what Edgar saw.

Amazing.

No one else?

You got nine lives, don't you, little one?

- -

What a piece of shit.

Anyway, you don't have evidence. Just motive.

And there isn't anyone here who doesn't have a motive.

Doesn't have motive.

No motive.

Yep, and if there's another Isabel situation…

-We're looking in the wrong place. -Yeah.

We gotta get the footage.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I'm not gonna stand around while you two ding-dongs play detective.

This is over.

Uh, fine. Zoë didn't do it.

Grace didn't do it. I did it.

Son of a bitch. I know what you're trying to do.

-And it's not gonna work. -Mm-mmm.

I'm taking her in.

-I also killed him. -

I also killed Edgar.

This is just getting absurd.

As the Zulu say, "Death is a robe that all men must wear."

I strangled him with my bare hands.

-He was poisoned. -I poisoned Edgar with my bare hands.

This is not some Agatha Christie bullshit.

-A man is dead. - Mmm.

Well, then I guess you'll have to take all of us in

because I also killed Edgar.

I wish I could have killed him a second time.

-Dad. -Sorry, got carried away.

For the record, I didn't kill him.

For the record, I did kill him.

And it's because I'm in love with Grace. And I didn't tell you guys everything.

And you're-- you're gonna go, "Oh, I told you everything." I didn't.

When we were in Amsterdam, Grace and I,

we got really high on those brownies, and I started freaking out.

And then you talked me down, and you rubbed my back all afternoon,

making sure that I was okay.

Kind of like she did for Travis,

but in this case, it was special and she meant it.

And then, in that moment, our souls intertwined,

never to come apart again.

-And then I threw up in a canal. -Enough.

Howie, take the girl in.

No.

- Well, no, you can't. -Don't touch Grace.

This got messy real quick, huh?

But ex-cop to current cop, you just heard a bunch of confessions.

When the press gets ahold of this,

and best believe it will get to the press, and it'll be saying,

"Sheriff Reardon heard multiple confessions to a murder and ignored it all

because his good friend, Isabel Minnows, told him to."

Fine.

I'll give you five minutes to convince me that somebody other than the bride did it.

But you better be goddamn convincing,

or else I'm taking all of you in for obstruction of justice.

Aniq, you do know who actually did it, right?

Yes, I do. Absolutely.

There's just a video from Kyler we need to see again.

Who the fuck is Kyler?

You tell me which video. I'll pull it up on the phone.

All right. To kill someone, you need means, motive and opportunity.

Now everyone here had means: the flowers from Hannah's garden.

And everyone had opportunity, 'cause you all were at the after-party.

Except for Zoë.

You were upstairs in the bedroom throwing a dog out the window.

-Again, I'm so sorry. -You're not sorry.

And also, everyone here had a motive.