Elizabeth: I thought we had everything under control. You denied giving Mary the meds that killed her. Lucky and I backed you up. This should be over, and instead it's just getting worse! And now Lucky's been suspended from the force for lying.
Lucky: Elizabeth, hey, Nikolas is being prosecuted for shooting Mary, and you're being charged with overdosing her with meds.
Elizabeth: And I'm under suspicion for being part of the coverup.
Emily: I honestly don't see how this could get worse --
Glass shatters.
Nikolas: Enough already!
Nikolas: Mary Bishop killed two people, tried to kill Emily, and stole months of my life. And let me tell you, it stops right now. We're not going to -- we're not going to sit around and complain anymore about what happened. We're going to take action right now!
Lucky: Okay. What do you have in mind?
Nikolas: Emily and I committed to be married, so let's plan a wedding.
Elizabeth: Nikolas, being optimistic is all well and good, but we need to look at the big picture here.
Lucky: Which is?
Elizabeth: Mary was murdered after you shot her and sent her to the hospital. You guys start planning a wedding, it's going to make it look like you don't care.
Lucky: Why should they? Mary tried to ruin their lives.
Emily: You know what she means.
Elizabeth: It looks like we all got Mary out of the way so the two of you could get married.
Nikolas: So what? That's ridiculous! I'm so tired of --
Lucky: Okay, wait, wait. Maybe some people will buy into it, maybe even D.A. Lansing.
Emily: Nikolas, we need to be smart about this. We don't want to hurt ourselves even more.
Nikolas: The intelligent thing -- the only thing -- to do is to show the entire world that we have nothing to hide, that you and I love each other and that our friends believe in us as much as you and I believe in each other, okay? We do that, we stick to that, we hold our heads up high, and no one can hurt us. Okay?
Emily sighs.
Emily: We need to make a guest list.
Lucky: We need to find a space.
Elizabeth: Hire a caterer?
Emily: Start thinking about decorations?
Nikolas: Much better attitude. Thank you.
Elizabeth: If a wedding is what you guys want, then that's what you're going to get. Come on, Lucky, let's go.
Lucky: Where?
Elizabeth: Well, you're the best man, I'm the maid of honor. That means we do all the grunt work.
Lucky: Oh.
Elizabeth: I'm going to call you about a florist because I think I know this perfect one.
Lucky: Did you hear that? She said "a florist." We're going to go find a florist. If you ever doubted my love, there's the proof.
Emily: I never doubted it for a second. Bye.
Nikolas: Bye.
Emily sighs.
Emily: I already knew --
Nikolas: What?
Emily: How much I loved you. But I never understood how much I needed you until this very minute.
Nikolas: I waited too long to make you my wife. I'm not going to let anything stand in the way of that.
Emily: Any preference on colors?
Nikolas: No.
Emily: So, black tie, or more informal?
Nikolas: You choose.
Emily: Live band or D.J.?
Nikolas: Either one. Doesn't matter.
Emily: Nikolas, don't you have an opinion about any of this?
Nikolas: The only thing that I care about is that when that ceremony is over --
Emily: Mm-hmm?
Nikolas: You and I will never be separated again. That's all I care about.
Emily: But what --
Nikolas: What?
Emily: What about traditions, you know? Are you at least willing to follow a few of them?
Nikolas: Sure. What'd you have in mind?
Emily: The one that says an engaged couple shouldn't make love until after they're married?
Nikolas: I haven't heard of that one.
Emily: Well, I have. You know, and I've always thought it was very romantic.
Nikolas: Whoa -- couldn't we follow some other tradition, like something old, new, borrowed, blue? That one? Can't we do that one?
Emily: Well, yeah, we're going to do that one, too. You know, not to mention the throwing of the bouquet and feeding each other the cake and --
Nikolas: Oh, it's -- oh, my God, you got me. I can't believe you got me. That's so --
Emily: No, no, uh-uh. No, Nikolas, women take their weddings very seriously. I thought you would've known that.
Nikolas: What -- we're talking it could be weeks here, months.
Emily: Yeah, well, kind of an incentive to work quickly, isn't it?
Nikolas: More like an incentive to elope right now.
Emily: Oh, come on, Nikolas. It'll be fun. You know, we can still -- we can still kiss and cuddle. Well -- oh, no, you know what? I think that could be a problem. You know --
Nikolas: Why?
Emily: Maybe we should stop sleeping in the same bed. That way we won't be -- we won't be tempted.
Nikolas: I'm tempted just by hearing your name.
Emily: Really?
Nikolas: Yes. I love you with my whole body, and I want to show you how much as often as I possibly can.
Emily: Oh, yeah, well -- see, that's -- that's the thing about traditions. Sometimes they outlive their usefulness and you have to start a new one.
Nikolas: How about this one -- the engaged couple can make love whenever and wherever they want?
Emily: You know what, Nikolas? I have a feeling that one may catch on.
Nikolas: Yeah.
Elizabeth: So the Quartermaines had a spring party last year, and the food was fantastic. Any chance you caught the name of the caterer? Right, I'll just ask somebody else.
Lucky: You know what? A lot of this still doesn't make any sense.
Elizabeth: It's romantic, Lucky. All these obstacles, and Emily and Nikolas are still getting married.
Lucky: No, no, I'm not talking about the wedding.
Elizabeth: All right, then, what are you talking about?
Lucky: The nurse, the one that turned up at the very last minute saying she was there the night that Mary died.
Elizabeth: She told the truth. That is what happened.
Lucky: I just don't know why I didn't notice her. I was right there.
Elizabeth: So do you know of any good photographers from the time you worked as one, hmm? Oh, my gosh, you know what? It just -- God, it just occurred to me -- how can i start booking people if I don't even have a wedding date? It's less than three weeks away. There's no way this is going to happen.
Lucky: I just can't -- I can't walk away without trying to do something.
Elizabeth: And even then it's going to be pushing it, but, you know, one way or another, we are going to see Emily walk down that aisle.
Lucky: No, no, one way or another, Emily's not going to go to prison. That's --
Elizabeth: Excuse me. Did you just say "prison"? Because I thought we were making wedding plans.
Lucky: You know what? You plan the wedding, Elizabeth, all right? I -- I'm going to investigate Mary's murder.
Elizabeth: Lucky, please. This could cost you your career.
Lucky: No, I don't care. Emily is in serious danger. Closing our eyes and planning a wedding is not going to make things any better. Finding the killer will.
Emily: Yeah, maybe I should move home.
Nikolas: What? What brought that on?
Emily: What? Planning a wedding is very stressful, Nikolas. If I flip out and turn into Bridezilla, I don't want you --
Nikolas: Bridezilla?
Emily: There to witness it.
Nikolas: What is it you're afraid that I'll see?
Emily: Who knows? You know, crying jags, screaming tantrums because the flowers I want are out of season. Indecision over shoes --
Nikolas: Emily, Emily --
Emily: And dresses. Total meltdown -- oh.
Nikolas: Even if you change overnight into a screaming hysteric who thinks that her choice of flowers is going to alter the course of history, I'm selfish enough to ride that out.
Emily: Oh, you're selfish?
Nikolas: Yes, yes, see, I'm getting the girl of my dreams. You're getting a felon, a bankrupt felon.
Emily: The man, the Prince of my Dreams. Seriously, Nikolas, it should have meaning for both of us. And, you know, I was thinking, would you mind if we got married in that little church in the woods where we made our promises to each other?
Nikolas: That little church is exactly where I want to marry you.
Emily: So -- we know where we're going to have the ceremony.
Nikolas: Yeah, but, you know, if we were sane, we'd elope. You know that.
Emily: You know, my family's crazy, but I love them, and I want them to be there.
Nikolas: Yeah, and they're about to be my family, too. I should probably start getting used to them.
Emily: You really don't mind?
Nikolas: No -- well, I mean, if we're standing at the altar about to pledge our lives to each other and one of the Quartermaines jumps to their feet to object, then, yeah, then -- then I'll mind. Anything short of that I think I can handle.
Emily: Yeah? So we're doing this.
Nikolas: Yeah.
Emily: We're getting married.
Nikolas: That's right. And nothing and no one is ever going to stop us.