Upstairs at the aunts', Olive is going through the trunk of Charles Charles's clothes with Vivian and is surprised Vivian saved them all. Vivian said she had intended to use the fabric to make a quilt for Chuck, but Lily had told her it would be too morbid. Olive says she, herself, is a packrat of sorts. "Of emotions," she says, "not so much of actual things." Vivian asks if that's why she had previously denied her relationship with Ned. "About that," Olive says, ready to admit the truth. "I should proba-ahhhaa-ha..." And well she should say that. For Vivian has pulled from the trunk the headpiece and veil she had planned to wear in her marriage to Charles Charles. She had hoped that Chuck would wear it someday, she says, and now the news of Olive's engagement to Ned has restored her faith that true love does exist. "That's so depressing," Olive groans quietly. Vivian says it's given her something to believe in, like the image of the Virgin Mary found in the center of a potato or a tortilla. "Right now," she says, "you and Ned are my tortilla." Has a sweeter sentiment ever been stated? I mean, there is very little I love more in the world than a tortilla, that is for damn sure. Olive, too, is moved. Unable to tell the truth in the face of the veil and all the tortilla talk, she simply swallows, and says "thanks."
Among Erin and Coco's workspace Emerson and Chuck find... nothing. Sort of. "Not a pen, not a paperclip, not no thing," Emerson grouses. "These people didn't do a damn thing for themselves." Chuck says they didn't have to, because they had other people, like Denny, doing everything for them. Apropos of nothing (ha) she wonders aloud what Ned and Olive are doing right now. "Mmm hmm," Emerson retorts. "Think you can pour a saucer of milk and see if kitty'll splash? This ain't my milk and I ain't dippin' my paw in it." Chuck says she wasn't being catty (ha ha!), she's simply concerned. "You said 'a lot can happen in one day,'" she points out. "You know what you were doing when you said that." Emerson groans. "Yeah, I know," he says. "Dippin' my paw." Chuck wonders, you know, what if Olive holds Ned's hands without gloves? Or kisses him without plastic food wrap? "He'll know what he was missing with me," she says. Emerson sighs. "The only thing Pie Man is gon' be missin' is you. He's always frettin' you gon' get up and go, and here you are worryin' that he got up and went," he says. "I'm telling you: ain't nobody goin' nowhere." Aw, again. Before Chuck can do anything so emotional as to thank him, Emerson finds a clue: Denny's design book. Turns out, Erin and Coco didn't design the Dicker's windows. Denny did. Emerson points out that people who get every damn thing done for them aren't always the luckiest people in the world. Sometimes the do-everything peeps "get pissed off and start resentin' their lazy-ass bosses. Erin and Coco's peep done gone postal and killed both of them!" Chuck turns another page of the design book to make a frightening discovery. From what she can see, it appears Dick Dicker will be the next member of the staff to be window dressed to death. "Oh, we better find Dick before this pissed off peep pops him next!" Emerson says. "Come on!"
Coming down the stairs at the House of Aunts, Olive runs into Ned. "I never thought I'd say this," she tells him. "But we need to back off on the PDA 'cause Vivian's Ps & Qs have gone AWOL and I can't take much more of what I just took before I'm DOA." Ned: "Olive. Use your words." Hee. To clarify, she holds up the veil. "We're still just playing, right?!" Ned asks, aghast. "Vivian's jumped the bridal shark!" Olive says. She thanks Ned for being so nice to go along with this whole rigmarole, but says they've got to tone it down before they get in any deeper with the deception. "You don't have to thank me," he says, smiling. "I've been curious about having a normal relationship, and this one has been really interesting to try on." Vrrrt! The needle comes off the record. "Try on?" Olive snaps. "You try on a sweater at the mall. You try on your best friend's bra and then smile on the inside because yours are bigger and better. You don't try on a person." Ned backpeddles that it was a bad choice of words, but Olive goes on. "Is that what 'well I wouldn't say "never"' was about?" she asks. "Were you 'trying me on' in your head?!" Ned nearly chokes with all the fumbling he's doing. "I don't know," he says, desperately, "what words to choose, now." Olive, pushing past him: "WHOA, I DO."
At the foot of the stairs she calls for attention apologizing in advance for what she's about to say and the hysteria with which she's about to say it. It is, she says, not directed at any of them and is in no way related to any "female issue" of any kind. "NED," she says, "is not my fiancé. He does NOT love me. We are NOT a couple; never have been." Through all of this, Ned cringes the cringe of the ages. Olive says she loves him, but he never had feelings for her. Holding back rage and tears she adds, "Well, I wouldn't say 'never.'" Daaaaaaamn. She apologizes, with great pain, again. "I ain't mad at you," Buster assures her. "Take mad," Jerry says, "and multiply that by a power of pissed." Ned feels he needs to interject. "Don't be mad," he says, "and certainly not to a power of that degree. I love Olive... as a friend." Ugh. The final stab of the F-word is too much for Olive. Turning to face him, she says she thinks he should just go. He fumbles again, saying that his participation in the ruse was just to help her. "I know," she says, "but I don't want that kind of help. Try on time's over, Ned." With one last whispered apology, he goes out the door, only to leap right back in. "I can't go," he says, and we see that no, he can't -- the police have surrounded the house, and are calling for Jerry and Buster.
"We can't go back, Snook," Buster tells Olive as the sirens blare. She swears she won't let the police take them. "Fine mess we've gotten you into," Jerry says, a little tersely if you ask me. Olive admits she's pretty good at creating messes on her own. He points out that yeah, he knows, as she's the same nine-year-old girl who climbed into the back of their stolen car doing ass-over-teakettle just to get attention. In a corner of the room, Ned whispers to Randy Mann that he only did what he thought Olive wanted. "Clark Kent never had this much trouble with relationships," he laments. Randy: "That's because he never had any." And, after a brief review of the history of Superman in which David Arquette is quite amusing, Ned realizes that his only recourse is to fall back upon the super powers with which he has been blessed. He heads for the door. "Where you going?" Randy Mann asks. Ned: "To put on my cape."
In Dick Dicker's limo, Emerson and Chuck explain to Dick that Denny was the one designing the windows all along and thus, they believe he killed Erin and Coco after becoming tired of never getting his proper credit. "You're another boss he blames," Dick says. "Looks like you're meant to be his window wagon finale." Dick is shocked. "I need a drink," he says. "Would you like a drink?" Chuck and Emerson smile. "Well, I wouldn't say no to a snort," Emerson says. "Scotch please." Dick says he's out of scotch but makes the best pomegranitini that will ever pass their lips. With different levels of enthusiasm, Emerson and Chuck say "yum." They go on to say that though they've informed the authorities, Denny appears to be currently on the loose. "I'll need a proper bodyguard," Dick says, noting that Samson, his driver, would use him as a human shield at the first sign of trouble. Emerson tells him to go to the police station for protection while he and Chuck read the coroner's final r