She wants to see you. You wanna see her.
Nothing can ruin this night.
No!
Xavier!
Hey, Cap.
Danner, what are you doing at Xavier's place?
Okay, you got me.
I heard it on the scanner. I picked up Culp.
-Let me take the lead. -Hey, Captain.
You can't, okay? You're not right for it, okay?
-Come on, Greg. You know I can do this. -Look at this place.
I can't risk it, Danner. It's too high-profile.
Chief already called in a ringer from LA.
-A ringer? Who? -A ringer?
Detective Germain. He caught the Tar Pits Strangler.
I know who he is. He's garbage, man.
It doesn't matter. He'll be on the first flight in the morning.
He's taking lead detective.
What if I solve the case before he gets here?
Look. The victim was having an after-party for his high school reunion.
The guests are still in the house.
You could collect simple statements, nothing more. This is not your case.
-Do you understand? -Copy.
What did he say?
All right, everyone. I'm lead on this case.
Lead on the case!
Captain wants answers by the morning for this celebrity death.
She is in charge, as am I. Again, we are both in charge.
-All right. -Oh, my God.
It is really him. It's Xavier.
I need to take a moment.
Okay, so the victim seems to have fallen from his house.
It could be an accident or suicide.
No shirt? His jacket's wet.
You gonna sniff him like that?
Yep. Whiskey and ginger ale.
Oh, my God.
There's shrimp everywhere. Cooked shrimp, so not from the ocean.
There's a blond wig over there.
Was someone playing "dress up and kill the rock star"?
There's something underneath him.
Okay. We got a hat.
Can I get one of those yellow things with the numbers on 'em? Thank you.
Now how can it be a suicide if he's laying on top of the hat?
The hat would fall off of his head and float down. The hat came down first.
Okay, maybe not a suicide. What if it's an accident?
What if he's looking out at the view over the balcony?
Plate of shrimp cocktail. He looks down. "I'm not wearing a shirt."
It's literally the first time that night he's realizing it.
The shock from that jostles the hat. It falls off the balcony.
-He goes to get it. -I don't think so.
-'Cause he has a contusion on his nose. -Someone punched him in the nose.
This is a murder.
How did this all go so wrong?
I didn't do it.
It's okay, man. Nobody thinks you did.
It's just--
I just-- I can't.
I can't. I just-- You-- I just--
Yes. Yeah. I guessed the Wi-Fi password.
If anybody needs it, it's "xavier," all lowercase.
"xavier." No?
More bandwidth for me.
Hello, everyone. I'm--
Shit.
Just slipped on a puddle right there. That's weird.
I'm Detective Danner. And this--
The hell is a arrow in the--
God, a shrub X?
The hell is goin' on up--
Culp. I'm Detective Culp.
You rich people love to ski. Don't even need snow.
Y'all some messy white folks, I'll tell you that much. Hey.
We will be collecting statements shortly.
So, get comfortable, folks. But not too comfortable.
Like wool pajamas.
Yes. And no social medias, please. We don't wanna turn this into a circus.
Even though it looks like
Barnum and Bailey's done came through this bitch.
-Xavier's on TV. Dude, turn it up. -…sources on social media
confirm pop star, actor
-and celebrity humanitarian, Xavier… -Fuck.
…was found dead tonight,
his body discovered on the cliff below his second home in Belvedere
during an after-party for his high school reunion.
We get more now from Linda Dela Rosa.
Linda, can you give us the juicy details?
I'm here outside Xavier's Marin County compound
where there is no word yet from police
on whether foul play was a factor in this unthinkable tragedy.
Xavier was born Bay Area resident Eugene Xavier Duckworth Jr.,
the son of the owner of coffee chain Gene's Beans.
At the age of 21, Xavier went platinum with the song "X Marks the G-Spot"
-off his album Somebody Xave Me. -She said X marks the G-spot
On her pleasure map Shorty, she a freak
From there, he turned to acting,
starring in jungle adventure Hungry Hungry Hippos,
and securing a People's Choice Award nomination
for his portrayal of Daryl Hall alongside Channing Tatum's Oates
in the musical biopic Private Eyes.
You see that? That right there is what we need.
-A broken record? -No, a smash hit!
This city will put you in its mouth, bite you up and spit you out.
It's an eater of men.
Wait.
What did you just say?
-Grab your ax. It's chart-breaking time. -Let's break them charts.
Come on. Let's eat.
-Okay. You go high. I'll go the same high. -Okay.
And a one, and a--
-Turn that mess off. -Yeah. Of course.
Now, everybody, stay tuned.
You are wet.
Soaking wet.
We'll be right back. Y'all stay put.
Brett.
How many times tonight have I told you I don't wanna talk to you?
-Three times. -So why are you talking to me?
Because I know what you're hiding in your car.
And I know what you said to me in the hallway at the reunion.
-So… -So nobody needs to say anything.
About anything.
-Good. -Good talk.
That's all there needed to be said.
-Then why are we still talking? -We're not.
You are. You just said that.
Just 'cause it seems like you need the last word and it annoys me.
-Well, now I'm ending it. -Good.
There are some scrapes here on the railing.
-Could be the signs of a scuffle. -Can't hear.
-Done. -Now it is, yes.
One, two, three…
-Didn't agree to a one, two, three. -…over. My God!
Great.
So, we got Mr. Aggro and the train wreck.
Get the cornstarch.
The plot thickens.
There's a drop of blood here on the balcony floor,
which is probably from Xavier getting punched in the nose.
And there are no security cameras in sight.
And beep boop boop beep ba bap beep boop--
I could be saying anything because you're not listening.
Oh, my God.
Don't you care about the--
Blood on the floor? Sure.
But I care more about
adorkable lover boy eyeing uptight artist girl.
Okay. He obviously is adorkable, but how do you know she's an artist?
Ink on her hands.
Pay attention, Culp. We're solving a murder.
Okay. There's too many of you to take down to the station.
So, I'll be interviewing you all here.
And I wanna talk to every single one of you.
Because the truth is, any one of you could be the murderer.
Now, you all went to your high school reunion this evening.
For what, second chances?
At life?
Love?
Something else?
Emotions are high.
Someone pushes your buttons, and all of a sudden,
snap, bam!
You lose it!
So it'll take a few hours.
-Are you serious? -Hours? Why?
What else you got to do in the middle of the damn night?
Why? We all know that Aniq killed him.
Oh, my God. No, I didn't!
-I'm guessing you're Aniq? -She's good.
Did you actually see him kill Xavier?
-No, but I did-- -Sit your ass down.
You should be ashamed of yourself wearing heels that pregnant.
It's not good for your back.
Look. So, did anyone here actually witness Xavier's murder?
-No, ma'am-- Officer. -No.
-The murderer did.
Everyone else doesn't know what happened,
because we're all stars of our own movie.
The same thing could happen, but you see it in a different way.
And as a part of my process, I like to talk to each person.
I wanna hear your story. I wanna hear your mind movie.
-Mind movie? -You gather all that together,
-then you can get at the truth. -Agreed.
And the truth is that Indigo saw Aniq at the scene of the crime.
Indigo, tell her.
Darling, avec plaisir.
I was on the lower balcony with the Jennifers
while Ned was performing a ski-based art project
on a passed-out Aniq.
Ned. Come onto the terrace with me and stop taunting Aniq with your pranks.
This is more than a prank.
This is a metaphor for society's illusion of stability.
What? Okay, dude, I do not know what that means.
I was over there doing the perfect prank: when you spill beer on a guy.
Funny as hell.
Meanwhile, strangely from above, Xavier urinated off the balcony
-right onto Jenn number one. -What is that?
I believe Xavier is urinating on your head.
Oh, God!
Ned!
She called her husband to help her wash it off--
But the bathroom was occupied with someone dropping a deuce, Officer.
And then
light, sound, chaos.
-Television. -And what was on TV?
I try to avoid looking at screens.
How great is this party?
Whatever it was, it woke up Aniq.
Who did this?
Xavier. Xavier did this.
Where is he? He did this.
Is he still up there?
Aniq. Calm down, my friend. This wasn't Xavier's fault.
Find your center.
No, friend.
The center won't hold. This ends now.
He went upstairs very angry.
And then…
Oh, no!
What on earth made that terrible sound?
And that is when they saw the body.
I think he's dead.
-Are you okay? -Xavier!
Oh, no.
Okay. So, we've heard one story.
I don't know what kind of weird art house movie's going on in your mind,
but it leads to one guy.
All right, Mr. Scribble Face.
Let's find somewhere private. You're up.
-Culp, stay, please. -I know.
Look who's in charge now. And I'm not scared.
So, I know things are looking bad for you, but I would just try to stay calm.
Now, do I have a list of the remaining houseguests here?
Clockwise in the room as you saw them were Indigo, Jenn 1, Ned, Zoë, Brett,
Yasper, me, Chelsea, and I think his name is Walt.
You one of those smarties, huh?
I mean, yeah. I guess so. What is all this stuff?
I figured you'd probably be a little nervous.
And this keeps you relaxed. Makes it kinda fun.
I'm not having fun, in case that was your goal.
Well, my goal is to find out who killed Xavier.
But it'd be nice to have some fun in the process.
Someone died. I could be arrested.
Only if you did it.
But, look, I want to hear your side of the story.
You wanna hear my mind movie, yeah?
Exactly. That's right. Now, come on. Bring it.
Hit me with it from the top, okay?
I wanna hear everything that happened. Now, all the details of the whole night.
Okay? Now tell me, why'd you come tonight?
It's embarrassing.
Come on.
Fine.
I came… for love.
Who you love? Tell me.
Yeah, I came for Zoë.
We were chemistry partners back in high school.
We didn't just have chemistry together.
We had chemistry together.
But wasn't meant to be.
Then I found out about her divorce.
And a week ago, she sent me an email asking me to come.
And it had a…
Smiley face emoji. What does that mean?
Aniq. What's going on, man?
It's been, like, two years.
Yasper.
-Good to see you, man. -Good to see you.
I'm so happy you came. Let me see this new jacket.
-This thing? -I know you just got-- Yeah.
You look-- Distinguished.
-Thank you. You look great. Look at you. -I don't know.
I've been working out a lot.
-Have you heard of Pilates? -I have.
I haven't done 'em yet, but I've heard of 'em.
You know what could up your game? Take my tie.
It's basically like an arrow pointing to your dong.
Yasper, then what would point to your dong?
You just saved my life. You're right.
Have you gotten my texts about Zoë being single?
Yes. And thank you for those.
Look at Chelsea.
-What happened to her? -Hey, Chelsea.
Hey.
Were you guys following me?
-No. We're not following you. -No.
I mean, hey, Yasper and Aniq.
She had a total breakdown. Went absolutely insane.
Class prez to hot mezz.
Yes. But you know who's not a mess? Excuse me, sir. May I have one of these?
I'm sorry. What's this? Why is your hand like this?
Think I was hiding an Oreo cookie in my hand.
See, that's why it's a great picture. Because you have a secret.
And look at-- Oh, my God.
This guy is right next to-- Are you serious?
It's kismet.
These guys together. That's why they put you next to each other.
I just don't wanna get my hopes up, you know?
It feels like every time we got close in high school,
some rich, handsome guy would just come swooping in and get between us.
Stop. You're not in high school anymore. Now you're the rich, handsome guy.
Thank you. I'm certainly not rich.
-But I have been working out. -Zoë.
Not for Zoë, for my own personal enrichment actually.
-No, Zoë. Zoë. -I did CrossFit, but--
-Zoë. -Hey, Zoë.
Hey. Oh, no.
Oh, my God.
Hi.
-Hey. Here. I got you this. -Okay.
-That's so thoughtful. Thank you. -Of course.
Yeah.
-Okay. -Fair.
That's good. I don't know my own strength 'cause I've been working out so much.
Don't know if you've seen that?
How strong do you have to be to pop a balloon?
Still a smart-ass, I see.
It's really good to see you, Zoë.
Yeah, you too, Aniq.
Yeah.
So, I will see you inside?
I'll probably see you in there. I gotta punch the rest of these balloons.
-I'll probably be in there after that. -You be careful out here.
My God. Oh, my God.
It is a miracle that these balloons didn't go up in flames
because you two had some serious sparks.
-You tell me you didn't feel that. -I don't know, maybe.
Maybe? No.
Maybe it was amazing! Did you see that? Oh, my goodness!
It's, like, just-- I'm sorry.
-Are you sure you wanna know all this? -I am here for it.
You had a meet cute. You got the crazy, wild, obnoxious friend.
Well, I guess so.
I haven't felt these kind of rom-com vibes
since Hugh Grant met Julia Roberts in his little bookstore.
-Yeah, right. -Come on. Tell me what happened next.
Do not leave out any details.
Matter of fact, I need my popcorn.
You actually have popcorn.
Yeah.
-Can I get one piece? -Yeah.
It's good, right? It's low-fat.
-You feel good, right? -I'm excited. I do.
-That's because love. -Yeah.
Hey, Aniq.
-Hey, man. -Do you remember me?
Oh, yeah. Of course. Long time.
Yeah. So, what's my name?
Coming in real hot.
Slam? Slamps? Slamps?
-Slamps? -No. It's Walt.
-Sure? -Yeah.
Yeah. That's right. Walt. Yes.
-Yeah, cool. -Well, this is fun.
So good to have fun with you again.
Did you actually go to this school, or what's the whole thing?
Yeah. We were all in the same chemistry class with Mr. Shapiro.
I got a bunch of yeast in my ear that time and you all--
You didn't say anything about it, or no--
I can't believe this.
No one ever paid attention to me in high school.
Tonight will be different.
I'll make sure they don't forget.
Not this time.
Well, it's gonna be hard to get any attention tonight.
Not with Xavier coming.
-Oh, my God. I can't believe he's coming. -I actually gave him his start.
We were actually in a band together in high school.
-Oh, yeah. Ska-pe Diem. -Ska-pe Diem.
You remember Ska-pe Diem? Right? We shredded the MLK Day barbecue.
This one.
And now the sky's the way to go
Yeah
Come on
I'm still making songs today.
And I'm trying to get Xavier to bless my track.
Bless your track? Is he a priest?
Sorry. That's so funny.
Just like at school.
Oh, my God. He's here. Are we good?
-Dude knows how to make an entrance. -Xavier's here!
Look. Zoë too? This is exactly what I'm talking about.
I talk to Zoë for the first time in years,
and a rich, good-looking guy literally swoops in out of the sky.
Come on. Stop.
Come on. It's not about me tonight, all right?
I'm just here to reune like all you normal people.
-Oh, shit. Xavier. -All right.
Let me get a selfie. Yo.
Aight. Do the angle even higher,
it's sexy, all right?
You're an amazing dude. Tonight is your night.
You got this.
Yeah, all right.
-You're right. -Whoops.
-I'm not gonna do that again. -Good.
The Jennifers.
Hey.
-Hi. Oh, my gosh. You guys. -Gosh, you guys are here.
-Aniq. Yasper. -I know you, you idiot.
So, listen. Grab your name tags and hand them to me.
I'm gonna write down everyone's jobs for networking purposes.
My husband Ned's idea.
You remember Ned?
I wish you guys could meet my husband, Joshie.
But he's in Tokyo. He's doing a deal with PoochKicks.net.
It's an NBA-grade sneaker for dogs.
So, what is it that you two do?
I'm actually the owner of my very own audiovisual installation company,
but my true love, it's music.
And that means you will probably enjoy karaoke hour inside.
-I will. You're right. -Good.
Do you work?
Yes. I design escape rooms.
Like the fire department?
It's, like, a room.
It's a phenomenon. It's, like, a room you go into.
And then the idea is to get out of the room.
-Then you solve clues-- -That's any room.
Well, yes. Exactly. But this one, the room itself, it's a puzzle.
The current one is Christmas-themed. It's called Santa Claustrophobia.
I love Santa, but I'm Jewish.
Well, no. You just wrote Santa Claus. Can I see that?
You made that holiday-themed escape room in the Mission?
Yeah. You know it, huh? Yeah. Actually I designed it.
I was so stuck in there.
I kept on calling that attendant like, "Hello. I need a clue.
Hello? Do you got another clue for me?"
I needed all the clues.
Okay.
As a detective, you weren't able to just take the clues
and apply that to the puzzle itself and then solve the--
Not how my brain works.
I'm more of a social dynamics type of person.
Anyway, go on.
Oh, boy.
-You ready for this? -Yeah.
-Do you feel good? -I do. Really good.
I'm gonna stick by you. I know how you're nervous.
Are you serious, Janet? You're here?
I know that I was blind, and, darling If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words That hurt you
And you'd stay
If I could reach the stars
I'd give them all to you
Then you'd love me, love me
Like you used to do
If I could turn back time
I mean, turning back time?
If I could turn back time
She's gotta be telling me something, right?
-Are you talking to me? -If I could turn back time
Oh, angel.
We're all just withering sacks of flesh.
I actually wasn't talking-- How are you? I hope good.
Holy moly, ravioli. Are you seeing this?
Do you see what's happening right now? She's singing to you.
You should sing a song back to her.
Yeah, yeah.
This song is dedicated to my former chemistry partner.
Here's to reconnecting old covalent bonds.
I'm sorry. This is the wrong song. Sir--
That's a great song!
All you ladies pop your diplomas Like this
Shake your feminism
This is the wrong song.
You should--
Respect it good
Attend this reunion Just like you should
-Right now -Oh, no.
This is the wrong-- I know you can hear me 'cause I'm on a microphone.
-You're nailing it! -My neck, my back
Marion Barry did some crack Remember him?
My neck, my back
I like my pancakes in a stack
Can you turn the song off? At this point, it's just cruel.
Thank you.
-That's so embarrassing. -It really was.
Oh, my God.
That was supposed to be "Angel" by Shaggy.
I love that song.
You two look like you're having fun.
-Hey. -Hey, Xavier. How you doing?
What's up, man? Zoë, I noticed no one got you a drink yet.
So, I got you a Kir Royale. Match your dress.
-That is so thoughtful. Thank you. -That's very sweet.
Wow. Look at you, Xavier. "Ex-avier"? How do you--
-Whichever way you like. -Okay.
-Yeah. -Cool.
-You're really famous. -Yeah, I don't know.
I'm kind of getting swarmed or whatever. Everybody wants a piece of X-tasy.
-Did you get it? -Yeah, no. I did. I got it.
Listen, I'm trying to curate the people at my table for dinner.
Make sure everyone's cool, keep out the riffraff.
-Saved you a seat. -Cool.
Thank you. Is there room for Aniq?
There's only one seat left.
I'm cool with squeezing.
No. It's all good. You go ahead. Maybe we'll catch up later. Yeah?
-Are you sure? Okay. -Go ahead. Yeah, all good.
-Bye, Aniq. -All right, catch you.
-Well, yeah. That's what I said. -It's my fault. I let it happen.
Stop. What are you doing? You're a pleasant, wonderful man.
There is nothing Xavier has that you don't.
A Grammy?
-Yeah. -People's Choice Award.
He's got that.
MTV Movie Award for best comedy sex scene.
That was so funny.
You're like, "How is he gonna-- That's how?"
-Yeah, the upside-down part was just fun. -Okay, he's cool.
And he's got a lot of things. How about this:
Zoë's last husband was Brett. You are definitely better than Brett.
That's true. Brett's the answer to the question of,
"What if a human butt could wear a jacket?"
-Like the-- -What's up?
-Hey, Brett. -What a cool dude you are.
Oh, my God. I really don't like Xavier.
We were actually saying something very similar.
I hate him. I hate his little purple-suit-wearing, Bieber-hair ass.
Why wear a suit if you're not gonna wear a shirt?
You wanna show off, what,
you don't have hair on your body, and you got muscles? Wow.
-Right. -In some countries,
if the man doesn't have hair when he turns 18, they kill you.
-I don't know where that would be. -They kill you.
-What country is this? -It happens. You ever been to Hungary?
-Yeah, of course. -Yes, I have, actually.
Do you know what town it is?
If Xavier touches Zoë, I'm gonna flipping lose it.
Yeah, maybe don't gesture with the knife so much.
If anyone touches her, I'm gonna kill him!
So, what you are telling me is Brett is Zoë's ex,
and he threatened to kill Xavier?
Brett said he'd kill anyone who touched Zoë.
So at the time, I was more worried about myself.
Two hands?
-I don't wanna-- Let's forget about it. -Don't look at the knife.
You know what time it is?
-It's like-- -It's Yasper time!
Do you know what that means?
I'm gonna distract Xavier in a very subtle way.
You will not even hear me. I'm gonna be like that little Twitter bug.
Know what I mean? It's a bug. Twitter uses a bug?
-It's a bird. The whole point is-- -Whilst I do that,
you can go sneak off with Zoë. It's a perfect plan.
Because I have music business to talk about with Xavier anyway.
-Yeah, what about Brett? -Don't worry about Brett.
Hiedy-hosh. Xavier? Is that you?
I'm blinded by the talent for a second.
-What's going on, man? -Yasper, what's up?
How you liking that AV equipment I installed in your place?
Because I was so flattered you called an old friend to do the job.
Yeah, no. My assistant chose the company we hired.
But that's cool man, you know? Glad to help the cause.
Help the cause. But now it's like, "What?" when you go in there. It's insane, right?
The remote.
Doesn't really work. It's kind of weird.
-I can explain it. Come over here. -Yeah?
-Yeah, yeah. -Yeah, okay.
-Be right b? -Sure.
Okay.
Madam, might I interest you in some bread this evening?
Thank you, good sir. Yes.
I'm actually on an all-bread diet right now.
So I'm gonna take the whole basket.
So wait, is it sort of like a reverse keto?
Yeah, it's very bloating. Yeah. But that's what I'm going for right now.
-I like a nice bloat. -A bloat honestly suits you.
That's not--
If you wanted to be, it wouldn't matter.
Isn't it so crazy to be here again after all these years?
You know what? It's not for me, because I'm here every day.
-Wow! You're vice-principal? -Yep.
I'm so sorry. I didn't even see that. I didn't look at your name tag.
'Cause I was just looking at you from the chin up
'cause I'm so respectful.
-Such a gentleman. -Well, you know.
The lights are dimming. They're doing a thing.
Cute.
Why are they all of Brett and me?
Hey, do they still serve those delicious chocolate cookies in the cafeteria?
Best part of my job.
-Do you think maybe as vice-principal-- -I'm gonna get my keys.
-Right. -So what do you say?
Yeah, sure, whatever.
I hope you enjoy this vintage wine. It's a château whatever I could grab.
This bottle right here.
-Yum. -Yes.
This is a really cool mural.
Would you believe me if I told you I painted it?
-Wow! What? -Yeah. About two years ago.
-I used to be the art teacher. -I love it.
It's very Shepard Fairey meets a different artist's name.
-Do you know any other artists? -I know two.
I know Shepard Fairey and you.
Yeah.
Hey.
-Hey. -Chelsea.
I got something to say. I got something to say.
-Right now. -Wow, you are really drunk.
You know?
-Oh, boy. -Aniq!
-I'm sorry. -No. That's okay. It'll come out.
-I'm just gonna rinse this. No, it's fine. -That wasn't good. I am sorry.
-Hey, Zo! Hey. -Hi.
-Okay, how are you? -Yeah.
Like-- Hey! Hey.
Or I could leave it. I actually like it like this.
Kinda makes the flowers pop.
-Just leave it. -We should go.
-We got a cookie emergency to get to. -Totally.
-Good luck with that. -Let's just…
What was that?
Let's just get outta here 'cause I just wanna have some fun.
-Yeah, let's do that. -Okay.
That laugh.
-You got something-- -Here?
It's right there.
You're welcome.
I see a little bit of sugar on your nose too.
-There's more? -I'm gonna help you get it.
In all these places?
One of the perks of being vice-principal is…
There is somewhere I have kinda always wanted to go.
The mysterious teachers' lounge.
Is it everything you dreamed it would be?
This is where we keep the confiscated drugs.
Oh, my God!
Jesus!
Go, go!
Was that Mr. Shapiro, the science teacher, and Quiet Heather?
Isn't it weird that I'm his boss now?
I'm gonna have to have a discussion with him on Monday.
-Weed gummy? -Yeah.
-I'm already starting to feel it. -You're already high?
-Okay. -Zoë?
Hi, hi.
-Okay. Prepare to be stunned. -Okay.
Okay. So you guys go here, there, you banter.
What happens after that? Did you kiss her?
-I'm getting to it. -This probably how she felt,
like how I'm feeling right now. Get to it already.
Okay. It's kinda hard to talk about 'cause it gets a little sappy.
Fifteen years. Wow.
Okay. So,
-reunion questions. -Okay.
Are you happy?
Is your life everything you hoped it would be?
Well, there are certainly things that I wish were different.
Yeah, I hear that.
Yeah.
Sorry about your marriage.
Me too. Thank you.
A few months ago, I found out he was cheating on me.
And that was it.
That sucks.
I mean, some people are jerks.
He is, but he's not all bad.
Like, he is a really great dad to our daughter.
I don't know. I guess if there's one thing I've learned through this shitty situation
is that people are more complicated than we think.
Like, what about you, Mr. Puzzle Man?
I feel like
I could never really tell what you were thinking in high school.
Well, I mean…
maybe I was thinking
that I had a little bit of a crush on you back in the day.
You never made a move.
Well, I mean, it just never felt like the right moment.
What?
Oh, man.
Does this ever happen?
I don't think so.
Mommy!
Maggie? What are you doing here?
Family emergency.
I called Brett, like, a thousand times, but no answer.
What? Forget what I said. He is the worst. Okay, thank you.
I will take it from here.
All right.
I got the Bacardí. It's Limón.
I am so sorry. Do you mind keeping an eye on Maggie?
I need to talk to her father using some adult language.
Absolutely. Yes.
Great. Okay, Maggie, I'll be right back.
Okay.
Who's this?
-This is Kevin Koala. -Kevin Koala?
Can I? Hey, thank you.
Hello! My name's Kevin Koala.
-You're silly. -Thank you.
Did you put bones in my mommy?
Sorry, what?
Daddy said he had to make sure no one boned Mommy tonight.
-Did you do the bones? -He said…
Let's ask Kevin, actually. 'Cause Kevin might know.
Say, Kevin, what do you think?
That's a very sensitive subject.
No, no. Crikey! Hey.
No, no! No, no.
-You gotta trust me on this-- -Daddy!
Hey!
Hey, guys!
My juice tastes funny.
-Whose is that? -That's my juice actually.
Yuck.
Yeah, this tastes fine to me. Kids. Yeah.
-You okay? -Yes.
Love juice.
All right, Mags. Daddy's gonna take you home.
Okay.
What were we talking about?
Do you wanna maybe get a nightcap?
Aren't you coming to Xavier's after-party?
Oh, yeah. Nah, yeah, I totally knew about that.
I could drive us actually.
But I forgot my invite.
-Hey, hey. -Hey!
Hey, Xavier. Speak of the… you.
It's me.
Hey, I was just about to head out in my copter.
Pretty sure you're coming to my house. You need a ride?
-We're actually gonna drive-- -Wait, for real?
-Yeah. -Yeah!
-Oh, my God, yeah. -Wow.
Wait, I would love to ride in a helicopter tonight.
Yeah, me too considering all conditions are safe.
It's interesting. "Helicopter" comes from two words:
-hélico and ptère. -Really?
Ptère is to fly.
-Yeah, no, that's interesting. -Yeah, hélico is helix.
Hey, go ahead.
I'll meet you there.
Hey, I'm just trying to create a fun, mellow energy.
And I'm feeling a little anxious energy coming off of you.
So, I just want her to have a good time.
No. Xavier, no.
You don't wanna deny Zoë a little bit of fun, right? You get it.
I mean, I'm serious about her, okay?
That's good, man. I'm happy for you.
But sometimes you gotta let people make their own decisions.
You should still come to the party though. We'll see you there.
Will you at least give me the address so I know where to go?
Wait, where's Aniq?
He wanted us to have a good time. He said he'll meet us there.
-Okay. -Yeah.
I'll see you there.
Hold up. It was raining again?
Well, it felt like it was raining. You know, emotionally.
But was it?
No, it was dry.
The door was closed, literally in my face.
But then I had a look at that picture, and
then it hit me.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Are you okay? Don't be dead. Don't be dead.
Don't be dead. Hello? Aniq?
Here we go. You okay?
I think I swallowed a molar, but I'm fine. I'm fine.
-I gotta get to that party. -No. We gotta get you to a hospital, okay?
No.
Zoë and me, we had a moment.
-We almost kissed. -See, that's--
It almost makes you forget that you just got run over by a car, right?
I gotta get to that party.
-This way. This way. -Okay, Brett!
Aniq made out with your ex-wife. And now he's going back for more.
-What? No. -Aniq, I'm coming for you.
-We're moving. Here we go. We got this. -Why is she in the car?
It's a whole thing. All right? Let's go get your girl. Let's go.
-Get in. Get those feet in! -Aniq!
No, no. Hey! Wait!
Whose car is this?
This is my car that I purchased because of my incredible business acumen.
"Luxury Prestige Rentals."
-That's-- -Oh, my God. Luxurious.
-Prestigious. Wow! -No, that's a fake key chain,
-my man and woman! -No, it's not.
-I need a drink. -I just bought it so people would laugh.
Wow. Yo! Oh, my God!
Aniq, that's not for you. Those are my personal things. You're nuts.
-Hey! I'll kill all ya. -Oh, my God. He's here.
-What? -I'll kill all ya!
-What's he saying? -What is he saying?
Roll down the window! Roll it down. I'll kill all of ya!
Oh, my God. He's gonna do it!
-Go. Go! -No, he's not.
-The light is red. -Hit the shift!
-I'll kill all of ya! -Please go! Go!
Kill all of ya!
-Go, go! -Yeah, the speed limit. You got it, man.
-The speed limit, here it comes. -Oh, my God. What a idiot!
Oh, my God. He's right behind us. Can't we go any faster?
It's a rental! You got me. I lied. It's a rental.
I did it to try to impress you guys. If I scratch it, I'm screwed.
Yeah, no kidding, pal.
No, you didn't know. You know now.
If anything bad happens, I promise I'll help pay for it, okay?
Or at least help. Eventually.
What are you talking about-- What are you doing? Dude!
Taking a shortcut.
-Oh, my God. I'm gonna throw up. -No, not in the car, bud.
I gotta get to Zoë.
This is a bit much.
Don't mind if I do.
To love.
-Take it easy, Lightweight. Come on. -I'm fine.
Yeah, I just had, like, a half a weed gummy.
So I'm, like, really feeling it.
But, you know, I just gotta find Zoë.
Dude, I don't think a bite of an edible did this.
Look at me. How much have you had to drink?
Then suddenly everything got real hazy.
Just a-- Just a couple whiskeys, a wine.
Aniq.
-You okay? -Yeah, no, I'm good.
This is a little-- little dizzy spell.
Try to stand up straight.
That one was on purpose.
-Not that one, right? You're going back-- -That one wasn't. Yeah. I gotta find Zo.
But there is one thing that I absolutely remember crystal clear…
And you're also attractive yourself.
-Stop, really? -Brett showing up.
Hey! Been looking all over for you.
You should ease off a little bit.
-You're a bad person. -What?
Shove.
Brett?
Dead! Dead!
Aniq! Are you okay?
Yeah, Brett knocked me into some shrimp.
You took 'em all out though, huh?
We're about to fight, aren't we?
Yeah, that's what I said.
Yellow giraffe.
-Oops, aggressive. -Yellow giraffe!
I don't remember what happened next with Xavier and Brett,
'cause I saw Zoë on the staircase.
I'll be right back.
And I knew this was it.
This was my last chance to tell her how I really felt.
So I did a flaming Jell-O shot to muster up some courage.
And…
I passed out.
-Well, that is very unsatisfying. -Yeah.
Now I was here for your romantic romp until we switched genres
into some abstract bullshit.
What happened after you woke up?
How great is this party?
Picking up the rhythm But also erasing hate
Solo!
-What happened? -Ned!
-Yes! -Why are my--
Why are my pants down?
What is going on? Why am I wet?
Dude, you're soaking wet. What happened?
Who did this?
-It was Xavier, wasn't it? -No. Bet it's someone just having fun.
He keeps doing this to me. But you know what?
I'm gonna explain to him that it's not okay to treat people like this.
Hey. Are you okay?
There's some things I need to tell you.
But first, I gotta go see about this asshole.
Not-- Not my asshole.
I mean, I'm talkin' about somebody else.
Not somebody else's asshole.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
I wasn't gonna hurt him.
I was just hoping that maybe Zoë would follow me.
I'd tell Xavier once and for all…
Xavier?
…even though I'd missed my chance with Zoë…
Xavier?
…he wasn't worthy of her.
She'd overhear and realize I was the man of her dreams.
Xavier?
But there was no one there.
And then I saw my face.
No!
Oh, no!
Someone call 911!
Oh, no.
Came downstairs to hear that they found Xavier's body.
The end.
Wow. Your third act got some problems.
But I can't root for you, bud.
What?
You admitted to having a bitter rivalry with Xavier.
You also admitted to feeling like he was
-getting in your way with Zoë. -That's because--
You admitted to going upstairs to confront him
-before he was found dead. -But I said that--
I mean, you admitted to everything that would lead you to being the murderer
except for the actual murder.
No, wait. Sure I was mad at Xavier, yeah.
But what about Brett? He was up there on the balcony, pissed.
Brett hated Xavier more than anybody. Plus, he's a proven shover.
I'm not talking about Brett. I'm talking about you.
Look, I told everyone
that I was going upstairs to talk to Xavier.
Why would I do that and then kill him? That would be super dumb.
Love makes you do dumb things. Maybe that's not even when you did it.
You said you had four drinks, a Jell-O shot, and then you passed out.
That's a hard buy, even for a lightweight.
Are you suggesting that I faked passing out
and just let everybody write all over my face like this?
This interview is done. Thank you.
I think we got off on the wrong foot here.
No, no. We didn't get off on no feet, okay?
I have other houseguests to interview.
-'Cause there's some-- -Thank you.
There's my guy! How'd it go with the cops?
-Horrible. She thinks I did it. -Horrible?
She's never gonna find the real killer.
You can solve this yourself. You don't need to rely on her.
You okay, man?
I'm a professional puzzle maker.
This is just another puzzle to solve.
Yes, that's right. Dude, you create escape rooms.
So think about it like this: if you solve this case, the room you escape is prison.
There's evidence somewhere. We just have to find it.
What?
"This is payback for what you did to me."
Holy shit.
Illustrated man, you in there?
Just a minute.
-What are you gonna do? -Just…
I saw you run off pretty quick.
Everything okay?
-You sure? -Yeah.
-Did I interrupt anything in here? -No.
Danner. This man was just caught outside sneaking into his car.
-I wasn't sneaking. -He was sneaking.
The grip is real tight! Tell him to loosen up, ma'am.
-Keep squeezing. -Oh, shit!
Beefcake, time to hear your version of the night.