Listen up, everyone.
While Captain Holt's out of town
at his conference,
I'm in charge,
which means, Jake,
I order you to throw out
that gingerbread house.
It's from Christmas.
Fine
But you're gonna be leaving
a lot of ants with no home.
Check it out, losers.
Guess who got their dealer!
Nice!
How'd it go down?
We chased him
through a subway tunnel,
back up through the storm drain,
Adrian and I got engaged,
and then we busted him with a
half kilo of coke in his sock.
Wait, wait, wait.
What'd you just say?
It was in his sock.
These dummies, they never think
we're gonna check their socks.
No, before that, weirdo.
The getting engaged part?
Oh, yeah.
We got engaged.
Engaged engaged?
Yeah.
As in, to be wed?
Yeah.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Amazing!
We wants deets.
Tell us everything!
I don't want to toot
my own horn or anything,
but it was super romantic.
You follow.
I'll cut him off in the alley.
Okay, wait.
You want to get married?
Yep.
Jake, can I talk to you about
my wedding for a second?
Need help choosing a dress?
Big puffy bow in the back,
can't go wrong.
No to all of that.
Look, Adrian is about to ask you
to be his best man.
I need you to say yes
and I need you to act surprised.
No problem.
Check this out.
What? What?
Best... best man?
All right, I'll work on it.
Okay.
Sarge does not approve
of the wedding,
and honestly,
it is killing me.
I'm sure you're just
reading into it.
No.
What are you doing?
Pimento is nuts!
Ah, so not
reading into it at all.
He thinks we're rushing
into things, but we're not.
I love Adrian.
Every time I see him,
my heart just explodes.
Wow, that's, like, some
Lionel Ritchie-grade love stuff.
Anyway, I think Sarge
would like him
if he actually got to know him,
so during the bachelor party,
I need you to show him
the real Adrian.
Rosa Diaz, I promise you this.
I will make sure
Sarge loves him.
Great.
Crap, here comes Adrian.
You never saw me.
All right.
Act surprised.
Hey, Jake, come here.
I got a question for you.
Sure.
Oh, that's very close
for a question.
Jake Peralta, will you do me
the honor of being my best man?
Best man?
Adrian, this is all so sudden!
Rosa told you?
Yeah.
But I would be honored.
Thank God.
I'm gonna kiss you now.
Oh, you don't have to.
Already did it.
That seals it.
So who you thinking about
inviting to the bachelor party?
Maybe, like, Terry,
or, I don't know, Terry's great.
Or probably Terry is available,
we could ask him.
Sure, nah, I was thinking
all the guys from work.
Except Chuck.
Rosa called dibs on him.
Maid of honor?
Yes, a million times, yes!
It would be an honor.
Oh, my God,
that's why they call it that.
Great, but I specifically
said, "co-maid-of-honor,"
because I am also asking
Amy and Gina.
I guess that's okay,
if you want to water down
your Charles Boyle
with a couple of ice cubes.
Count me in as long
as I get eight plus-ones.
Guys, focus.
We need to start planning.
So when's the wedding?
Next summer,
next fall, next winter?
Next week.
Next what?
Next week?
That is not enough time
to plan a bridal shower,
an engagement brunch,
a papier-mâché sculpture
of you two kissing.
Don't worry about that stuff.
The one dumb wedding thing
I've always wanted
was a bachelorette party.
Ah, so, cool, cool, cool.
All the pressure's on that one
event, cool, cool, very cool.
Super excited
for the big night.
Well, I'm happy she's excited.
I'm not sleeping
for the next 24 hours.
Amen, sister.
Amen.
All right, gents,
Pimento's bachelor party
is tomorrow night.
I've gotten us a party bus,
reservations
at a delightful steakhouse,
and a DVD copy of "American
Beauty" to watch at midnight.
That last thing
was his only request.
I'm not sure
if it's his favorite movie
or if he's just never seen it.
I'm surprised he didn't
want us all to get drunk
and slash each other
with machetes.
He's not exactly stable.
Die, bug!
Oh, no, he's dead.
Oh, what have I done?
That was 18 days ago.
He's getting saner
by the minute.
In a month, he'll basically
just be Frasier.
Don't use Frasier's name
in vain.
Copy that.
Yeah, Sarge.
If Jake wants to pay for us
to have a fun night out,
let's not stop him.
I'm not paying for it.
We're splitting it.
Well, then, I'm with Terry.
This wedding's a sham.
I'm looking out for Rosa,
like I'd look out for
anyone in my squad.
I get it, but you're
just saying that
'cause you don't know
the real Adrian.
And this bachelor party
is gonna change all that.
We're gonna eat steaks,
we're gonna smoke cigars.
We're gonna look
at naked ladies.
No, Hitchcock,
we're keeping it classy.
Right, just their boobs.
No, no boobs.
Look, Sarge, Rosa loves him.
Will you at least promise me
you'll keep an open mind?
Fine, mind open.
But for the record,
I think they're making
a mistake,
and this whole thing
is gonna blow up.
Fun attitude.
Save it for the party bus.
Rosa, we could really use your
input on the bachelorette party.
See, we all have different ideas
and no one is compromising.
I would compromise,
but I refuse to not do mine.
Whose idea is best?
Excellent question.
Here's a rundown of mine, the
"elevator pitch," if you will.
Has this ever happened to you?
You show up at
a bachelorette party...
Ding,
the elevator doors closed.
No one can hear you.
We cannot hear you.
Now before I tell you my idea,
are you allergic to dolphins?
Why don't we just do
all three parties?
Oh, and then you pick
your favorite at the end.
I.E., mine.
Sounds good.
Sounds great.
May the best maid win.
Wow, how cool is this?
A TV on a bus?
I never thought I'd see that.
Where's the groom already?
Who doesn't show up on time
for their own party?
You mean, besides Gina?
Every year without fail.
Yeah.
Look, you said you'd keep
an open mind for Pimento.
He'll show.
Just give him a shot.
Is everybody comfortable
back there?
Does anybody need any...
aah!
Sir, are you okay?
Hello?
We need to go now!
Okay, just keep
that mind open.
I'm sure there's a perfectly
stable explanation for this.
Someone's trying to kill me!
Mind closed, Jake!
Mind closed.
Yep.
Look, I know you're upset
because Pimento seems
a little amped up...
We were going 90
with the headlights off!
But please just give him
a chance to explain
before getting all angry
and yelling, "Hey, man!"
Hey, man!
What the hell were you doing?
Great, Sarge, can I just talk
to you outside for one moment?
BRB. BRB.
BRB.
Sarge, he's a good cop.
IF you ask him in a supportive,
non-confrontational manner,
he'll give you
a calm, logical answer.
Fine.
Why do you want to know?
Who are you working for?
I will cut you, little man.
Cool.
Hey, uh, Adrian?
Can I borrow you for one sec?
Look, we're all on your side
here, Pimento.
We all want to believe that
you're about to be murdered.
Thanks, man.
But you gotta lay out
some facts
and you gotta do it calmly.
Okay, here's
everything I know.
It all started...
Jake, a word, please.
What?
I don't know.
Everybody else
got to go outside.
Get back on the bus!
Sorry.
Adrian, you were saying?
Someone's been following me
for two days.
White guy, svelte,
thick brown hair,
piercing blue eyes.
I don't know,
I guess you'd consider him
classically handsome.
Is that weird to say?
No.
I mean, is it?
No, I don't think so.
Anyway, this morning I turned
the tables, followed him home.
We need to go there now,
so we can get the drop on him.
Smart, sane, rational.
Sarge, what do you think?
Fine, we can go.
But only to prove
he's making this all up.
Okay, okay.
The important thing is,
you agreed we can go
and you and Pimento
are best friends now.
Let's do it!
All right, who's up first?
Party number one will be
brought to you by Gina Linetti.
And good times.
Where exactly
are these good times?
Because so far,
the first six seconds of your
party are a big old snooze.
Tonight we will be attending
my nephew Anthony's
13th birthday party.
Sounds awful.
Teenage boys are the worst.
But shooting them
with paintballs
in the behind is the best,
which is what we're gonna do.
It's a paintball party.
Nice.
Let's go shoot my nephew.
Gina, do you have any idea
what you're getting into?
We play in a league.
A league.
Ow!
Oops.
You're all gonna die tonight!
Unleash hell.
Ow, ow, ow!
Well, well, well,
guess I nailed it.
Pressure's on, guys.
Good.
Pressure's my jam.
Ow!
I'm engaged!
Okay, now the guy's
in that building right there.
If Figgis hired him,
that means he's highly trained,
armed, and very dangerous.
The only problem is,
none of us are packing.
Oh, not a problem.
I've got an arsenal in my pants.
Damn!
Guys, game faces on.
I don't know what's on
the other side of that door,
but I know it's gonna be brutal.
And it's empty.
No one's been in here
for years.
I can't believe I was wrong.
I can.
Okay, look, this was maybe
a weird way to start the night,
but the good news is,
we can still make our dinner
reservation and no one got hurt.
Actually, I cut myself
real bad.
Of course you did.
Party round two:
the quiz.
Winner gets
a question mark crown.
So cool.
Um, I'll take
Lonely Arts and Crafts for 800.
First of all, I've made many
friends through arts and crafts.
And how many of them
are googly eyes?
And secondly,
it's a drinking game.
Get a question wrong,
do a shot.
Oh, and the questions?
They're all about Rosa.
But none of us know
anything about Rosa.
Everyone's about to get
real hammered.
What is my favorite soup?
Chicken noodle.
Potato leek.
Corn frickin' noodle.
I mean, chowder, damn it.
You're all wrong.
I've never had soup.
Don't bother.
They all suck.
Drink!
Battle axe.
Upper cut.
Disembowelment.
Guys, I was a baby.
My first word was "Da-da."
Drink!
Wrong!
I can totally do a handstand.
Ooh!
Oh!
Told ya.
Good luck following
this party, ya bish.
I'd like to make a toast to
the groom-to-be, Adrian Pimento.
Don't bother, Jake.
Everybody's pissed at me.
No, no, we're not.
We're all supporting you.
We're doing
separate checks, right?
I told you,
we're splitting it.
All right, sure, tonight got off
to a weird, rocky start,
but you know what else got off
to a weird, rocky start?
America, and we all
love America now, right?
Well, it's no Amsterdam.
And you know who else
we also love?
Rosa Diaz.
Some of us even love her so much
that it makes us act
a little crazy sometimes.
You're talking about me,
right?
Yeah!
Ah, I would kill all of you
for her.
That's sweet.
Right?
So let's raise our glass.
Cheers.
I'd also like to make a toast.
Easy on the dings, man.
One ding'll do.
Thank you guys
so much for this party.
It means everything to me.
And I'm sorry that earlier
I went a little off the rails,
hijacked the bus,
stole all of your wallets
to double check your identities.
What?
But with friends like you,
I'm finally starting
to feel like...
There he is!
I got him down!
Somebody check his pockets!
What the hell?
Man, this is crazy!
Sarge, look.
A gun and a picture of Pimento.
What do you have to say now?
I guess someone's
trying to kill him.
That's right!
In your face!
Someone's trying to kill him!
Whoo!
I mean, a man's life
is in danger.
Probably shouldn't be so pumped.
Look, I'm sorry I doubted you.
I'm also sorry that someone's
trying to kill you,
but I can really only take
ownership for the first part.
It's okay, Sarge.
I would've doubted me too.
I mean, you guys probably
haven't noticed anything,
but I've been acting
pretty unstable lately.
Well, personally, I think
I also deserve an apology.
No?
Okay, that's totally cool.
So what's our plan?
Okay.
I'm gonna make this guy talk.
Okay, all I need
is a car battery,
jumper cables, and
unfettered access to his nibs.
As much as I'd like
to see that,
I think you might be
a little too close to this.
Maybe I should ask
the questions.
Hey, Jackie, if you're asking
the waiter questions,
find out when the
mashed potatoes are coming.
He's not a real waiter, man!
Hang on,
we don't know that for sure.
Are you a waiter as well?
Mm-mm.
No.
Yeah, Terry was right.
Yeah.
So, you had a picture
of my friend and a loaded gun.
Can't wait to hear what crazy
story you tell to justify that.
I'm a contract killer who was
hired to kill Adrian Pimento.
Oh.
That went much easier
than I was expecting.
Still gonna brag.
I did it, guys.
I broke him.
Who wants me dead?
Someone in Figgis's
organization?
I don't know.
I haven't met the guy.
Once I finish the job,
I'm supposed to text him
a photo of the body.
Then we meet up
and I get the money.
Interesting.
So he has no clue
what you look like.
Mm-mm.
Gentlemen,
I just thought of a plan.
Stage Pimento's death
and go to the meet-up ourselves.
Great plan, Sarge!
No, I was gonna say it first.
I thought of it before you did.
You know, whatever, let's just
do Sarge's thing, I guess.
All right, Boyle, you're up.
Where we goin'?
A restaurant.
Specifically,
Le Petit Colon.
It means small intestine,
'cause that's all they serve.
Oh, man,
I was rootin' for you.
I don't think I can eat that.
Neither can anyone else,
which is why they shut it down.
We are not eating
at this restaurant.
We are demolishing it.
Damn!
Boyle's playing to win!
Yeah!
Madame, may I offer you
the first whack?
I've been dreaming about this
since I was a little girl.
Guys, love is beautiful.
Okay, we need to make
my main man Pimento
look super murdered, like
Tarantino disgusting murdered.
You ready?
Murder me, bro.
Sarge, blood.
Headshot.
Damn, it feels good
to be creative again.
And here comes the brains.
All right,
now all you need to do
is put some water on my crotch.
What?
Why?
Obviously because everybody
who gets shot pees them self.
No, they don't.
That's not true.
Actually, he's right.
Every single time.
I'm just gonna take the photo
from the waist up, okay?
Fine, but for the record,
I think I should've peed myself.
All right, noted.
Photo taken...
and sent.
Nice.
Wow, that was
a quick response.
Someone's a bit
of a thirsty gangster.
He wants to meet up.
And he wants me to bring him
your tongue.
Ah, how did I not
see this coming?
That's what Figgis does
to snitches.
Well, game over, guys.
I mean, where are we gonna get
a tongue?
Relax, I'm just gonna
text Boyle.
He's always eating weird stuff
like tongues and chicken faces.
Oh, and he's already
texted me back
with a top-ten list.
Well, the groomsmen
are having a great time.
Jake just texted me about
where to get a veal tongue.
Hmm?
Tonight was amazing,
which I didn't think
was possible with you guys.
I don't know why
we were competing.
If you ask me,
what we're doing right now,
just hanging out,
is the best part
of the whole night.
I don't even care who won.
Charles won.
What?
Huh?
Yeah, he had the best party.
We broke so much stuff!
Whoo!
You guys, I cannot wait
to spend the rest of my life
with Adrian Pimento.
My heart is so full.
Mama mia!
To Rosa and Pimento!
Rosa and Pimento!
Guys, I really don't want
to hold this tongue much longer.
It's weirdly heavy.
You're in luck.
Car just pulled in.
I think it's our guy.
Copy that.
Oh, same ski mask.
That's awkward.
Don't worry about it.
Happens all the time.
You have the tongue?
Yeah, this guy won't be
snitching in heaven.
I mean, hell, obviously,
he's going to hell.
We all are; we're bad guys.
Anyway, here's his tongue.
It's all there.
Jimmy Figgis thanks you.
Yeah, he's on the move.
I'm coming to you.
Where's this sicko
leading us now?
Lightbulb Hut?
All About the Bagel?
Bill's Pools?
Stop reading signs.
Can't.
I'm too amped up.
I didn't recognize this guy.
If he works for Figgis,
he's new.
In fairness,
there's probably
a lot of turnover
in his line of work,
what with the constant death
and everything.
Where's he going now?
Oh, what the hell?
That's the FBI building.
He's an agent.
Oh, Adrian.
Your bachelor party sucks butt.
Ah, I'm freaking out, man.
I'm freaking out!
Just stay calm
and be methodical.
Right?
What do we know?
Jimmy "The Butcher" Figgis
has a man in the FBI.
And he tried
to have Pimento killed.
And I cut my other cheek.
How?
I took the knife away from you.
Oh, man.
That's it.
I-I gotta completely disappear.
It's not safe for me here.
And what if Rosa gets caught
in the crossfire?
No, no, no.
Listen.
We're gonna protect you guys,
and we're gonna
take these guys down.
Right, Sarge?
Absolutely.
No, no, no, don't you see?
Right now, they think I'm dead.
This is my only chance
to get away safe.
Jake... I need you to tell Rosa
that I love her.
Okay?
Do that for me.
Also, tell her this.
Oh.
Oh my.
Ew.
That is very graphic,
Adrian.
Got it?
I don't think I can say
any of that to Rosa.
And also, you can't leave
without saying good-bye to her.
You owe her that much.
No can do.
It's just... too dangerous.
Good-bye, Nine-Nine.
And with that, I left.
Oh, sweet, sweet coffee.
Come to mama.
Shut your loud mouth, Amy.
Some of us have a hangover.
Man, last night was dope.
Wait, did Gina really
go to Puerto Rico
with that drug store cashier?
Yeah.
They seemed really happy.
They really did.
Yeah.
Huh.
Hey, man.
How'd it go last night?
Sarge cool with Adrian now?
Oh, so you haven't
seen him, huh?
No.
I figured he just passed out
at your place or something.
Why?
What's going on?
Oh, man.
Let's go for a walk.
He wanted me to tell you
that he loves you.
Is that it?
Did he say anything else?
Um...
May the lord be with you.
Adrian.
Oh, thank God.
You scared me.
I thought you left.
I did.
I was burning my fingerprints
off in a gas station bathroom
when I thought about
what Jake said.
I couldn't leave without
seeing you one last time.
I want to lick your whole body
clean like a kitty cat.
And I'm gonna give you two
a little space.
I have to go.
But I'll be back for you.
I'll wait.
And while I'm waiting,
I will find that FBI agent
and I will rip his head off
with my bare hands.
That is the sweetest thing
anybody's ever said to me.
I love you.
You okay?
Yeah, I will be.
I watched you guys kiss.
I didn't know where to look.
All right, let's go inside.
Okay.
Sergeant Jeffords briefed me
about the Pimento situation.
Sounds like I missed
a hell of a week.
We need to bring Figgis
to justice
and find whoever is
helping him in the FBI.
As of right now, we have
very little to go on.
Yeah, the guy was wearing
a ski mask,
but he had a large scar
on his right palm.
I have a similar scar
on my back.
Banged into Amy's
kitchen cabinet.
No big deal.
Continue.
This mission is top secret.
No one can know
what we're doing.
Detective Pimento's a good man
and he's one of us.
So let's catch these
bastards for him and Rosa.
Nine-Nine!
Discretely, Jacob.
Nine-Nine.
Nine-Nine!
Not a doctor.
Shh.