9-1-1

I swear,

I already told you everything I know.

Let's begin by getting a baseline.

Is your name Nora Perez?

You know it is.

Damn it! Yes or no?

Yes.

Is today Saturday?

- Yes. - Then tell me,

was it you who divulged my secret information?

For the thousandth time, no.

Not now, Mom.

Sorry to interrupt, sweetie, but makeup's ready for Nora.

But I haven't found

- the snitch yet. - It's okay, honey.

I know you've been trying your best,

and that's all that matters.

I cannot undertake

the sacred vow of marriage when the sacred vow

of friendship has been so heinously violated.

So which one of you has been trashing my wedding online?

Well, sweetheart,

I know you wanted all the details to be a surprise,

but at least people are talking about it, right?

To ridicule me.

They are calling me a bridezilla.

You sent us to a nutritionist.

I was concerned about your health.

You told her to make sure none of us

were thinner than you today.

You sound like you're holding a grudge.

Are you the one that's going online

- and trashing me? - Sweetheart,

the wedding's in two hours.

Maybe it's time we got you in your dress.

Fine. I will kill two birds with one stone,

and find a rat in the process.

Hey, girl.

Don't "Hey, girl" me.

I still haven't cleared your name.

- Is your name Olivia Burnham? - Yes.

Sorry. Technical error.

I'm not any getting power.

Sweetheart!

Circuit must've overloaded from all these power cords.

Chim, how's our bride doing?

Just a second.

What-what happened?

You experienced an electrical shock and passed out.

Is this a polygraph machine?

Um, yeah.

Is it, is it still working?

Maybe if you're looking to grill something.

I thought you were getting ready for a wedding.

Is this some kind of reality show?

Got a nasty exit wound on the sole

of her foot from the electricity.

She probably absorbed at least 1,800 watts.

Bethany's just a little nervous about her big day,

wanting everything to be just right.

She thinks one of us

is a saboteur, mocking her online, anonymously.

One of you is. And I am gonna find out

who "TrappedByBridezilla One-hundred-percent" is

- before I walk down the aisle. - The only place

you should be walking is into an ER.

There's no telling what that current did to you internally.

So we're gonna need to take you to the hospital for an ECG.

Unacceptable.

- Ma'am, no. No, ma'am... - Because I... - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ma'am, please take it easy.

I'm getting married in less than two hours.

How's my makeup?

Well,

I think they can probably fix that.

Right.

Right, 'cause we can just paint a new eyebrow on, right?

Yeah, I-I mean, I-I saw

this makeup thing online,

and this woman made her face look like a skull.

- It was cool. - We'll just do

a photo shoot after our honeymoon.

Yeah. Today, you have the veil.

Right. So the only thing left to address

- is the snitch. - Sweetie.

Can't we just let it go and celebrate

the happiest day of our lives?

My life. My day.

And I'm not going down the aisle when there is a traitor

in my midst.

It was me.

I'm TrappedByBridezilla One-hundred-percent.

I'm TrappedByBridezilla One-hundred-percent.

Um, I-I'm TrappedByBridezill.

One-hundred-percent.

Damn it! We're not doing

Spartacus! I actually am.

TrappedByBridezilla One-hundred-percent,

because have I been in hell this last year with you.

- Betrayer! - I always suspected we were

too lenient with you, Bethany, that we spoiled you too much,

- but dear God, you're a monster. - That's it!

You are officially excommunicated

- from the wedding. - But I'm paying for it!

Well, the check's already cleared.

So I want you gone.

All of you! Get out!

All I need are new eyebrows and my dress.

Yeah, about that...

Sorry.

Good luck with the wedding.

A seven-year-old boy presents with persistent cough,

low-grade fever and runny nose.

His parents tell you that he hasn't had immunization

since he was about four years old,

and that he vomits after prolonged coughing spells.

What is your diagnosis?

Well, first I'd listen to his lungs.

And depending on that, I would need his BP...

Time's up.

Pertussis, better known as whooping cough.

Treatment is macrolide antibiotics

for bacterial infection.

Don't "" me. I was getting there, eventually.

Hi, Mrs. Wilson.

- Hi. - Hey, Ma.

- You going out? - Picking up some groceries.

Karen called,

told me about that farmers market over by the park.

Did she say how it's going over at her brother's?

Is Denny having a good time?

Karen said they're running around like a pack

of wild animals after a yearlong hibernation.

Maybe I'll bring you guys back a treat.

Cookies always did the trick when you were studying as a kid.

- They still do for me. - Gotcha.

Ma. You okay?

Damn back acting up again.

Ma, you look like you're sweating.

- Do you got a fever? - Honey,

just because you're studying to be a doctor

doesn't mean I'm interested in being a patient.

I will pop a couple of ibuprofen, it'll pass.

You sure?

Good luck with your studying.

Okay. What's the next question?

Popcorn bucket.

Screen.

Movie. Movie theater, movie theater.

- Come on. - Ding, ding, a movie theater.

How did you get "movie theater" from that?

You two must have some kind of sibling shorthand.

No, it's called cheating.

- Okay? - Listen,

you know, where's Bobby? I need my partner.

I'm not sure where he is. He should have been home by now.

Just said he was having lunch with someone from work.

And I thought I was your partner.

Baby, I-I just usually play with Bobby, that's all.

It's for your own safety, trust me.

Bobby is the only one who can deal with Michael's

competitive streak.

You'll thank me later.

- There he is. Hey. - Hey.

- Bobby! - Hey, I'm sorry I'm late. Lunch went long.

- Bobby! - That's okay. We were just doing a couple

of practice rounds till you got here.

You ready to kick some butt, partner?

I am, I just got to get these clothes off

I've been racing around... take a shower,

- and then I'll join you guys. - A shower?

Yeah, it'll just be a minute.

Wheat grass is Mother Nature's green elixir.

It can cure just about anything.

Even helps people lose weight.

I believe it.

I'm pretty sure I'd lose my appetite after a shot of this.

Everything you see here is vegan, non-GMO,

free from wheat, gluten, dairy, egg and soy.

So what's it made out of? Air?

Finally. Food I recognize.

And a smell I wish I didn't.

Don't be scared off by the smell; The taste is incredible.

Savory, sweet and creamy all at once.

It's a culinary adventure.

I think I'm looking more

for a culinary walk around the block.

You know, maybe some grapes, a couple of oranges.

We have Jaffa oranges, Cara Cara navel, blood orange.

Were you looking for anything in particular?

Are you okay?

Ma'am? Ma'am, are you okay?

Someone call 911!

Ma.

Are you okay?

Hi, baby. I'm okay.

Just a little banged up.

- What happened? - Your mother

experienced a freak syncopal episode, possibly vasovagal.

A what?