Mel: Good morning, Cousin Tommy. I love you.  

Tommy: Good morning, Cousin Mel. I love you.  

Good morning, Cousin Sam. I love you.  

Sam: Good morning, Cousin Tommy. I love you.  

Good morning, Cousin Becca. I love you.  

Becca: Good morning, Cousin Sam. I love you.  

Good morning, Pappy Boyle. I love you.  

Pappy; Good morning, Becca. I love you.  

Becca: Ooh, extra-long hug.   

What got into you this morning, Pappy?   

Pappy?   

Pappy!   

[screaming]   

[upbeat music] 

♪ 

Jake: Oh, Charles.   

I'm so sorry

about your great-uncle Pappy.   

You holding up okay?   

Boyle: I've been managing.   

Terry: Mm... Have you though?   

Boyle: Number two, step up.   

Say, "Charles, it's Pappy.

I'll always love you."   

Perp: Okay. Uh, "Charles, it's Pappy.   

I'll always love you."   

Boyle: Then why did you leave me?   

Anyway, thanks for coming

with me to the funeral.   

I think we're all packed.   

I just got to go grab the coffin.   

Terry; Wait, why are you bringing the coffin?   

Boyle: I brought a coffin

to my nana's funeral on a whim,   

and it was a big h*t.   

So now, guess who's the coffin cousin?   

Jake: Got to say, Terry,   

I'm a little surprised you're

coming to this.   

Terry: Honestly, I need a break from the kids.   

Cagney and Lacey keep trying

to trick me into falling   

down the stairs on TikTok.   

Terry can't sprain another ankle.   

Jake: Well, I, for one,

am pumped to be going.   

Terry: To a funeral?

Jake:  I'm so bored, Terry.   

I've been suspended for  97 days.   

Mac gets dropped off at day care,   

and I just sit at home

playing "Animal Crossing."   

But no one will buy my bugs or fossils.   

I'm desperate for some

normal human interaction.   

Boyle: Coffin delivery!   

Jake: Okay, fine. It doesn't have to be   

normal or human.

Any interaction will work.   

Rosa: Yo. You forgot your lunch.   

Holt: Oh. Thank you, Diaz.   

Amy: Sir, I didn't realize you

were still staying at Rosa's.   

I thought couple's counseling

was going well.   

Holt: Not anymore.   

At Kevin's request, I offered to reduce   

my work hours by   26 %.   

Kevin countered with 15  .   

Which I countered with  30.   

Then Kevin says 40  ...   

Amy: Seems like a lot of math for therapy.   

Holt; That's what Dr. Cheryl said...   

which is why we fired her,   

and now we're working

with Dr. Ramanujan.   

He's a physicist with a nice,

concrete worldview.   

Anyway, Kevin refuses

to budge from   36%.   

And I'm starting to worry

that I might lose to him.   

Amy: You mean lose him.   

Holt: No. Lose to him.   

Therapy is a chess match.   

And...   

I will prevail.   

Amy: Or it's about saving your marriage.   

You should make

a grand romantic gesture.   

Rosa: Ugh, so dumb.

Amy: Seriously?   

From the woman who

loves Nancy Meyers movies?   

Rosa: Yeah. Here's what I've learned as a PI.   

People suck, everyone cheats,

and love is an illusion.   

Nancy Meyers is a fool,

and Holt should start dating.   

- BOTH: What?

Rosa:  You heard me.   

It's the only way

you're gonna b*at Kevin.   

Holt: I'm thinking about it.

I'm considering it,   

and I've decided.   

- I'm in.

- [gasps]   

Boyle: Here it is. 

Pappy Boyle's farm.   

I spent every summer here as a kid.   

Jake: Got to say, it's

nicer than I was expecting.   

Boyle: Pappy did well for himself.   

He went to business school in New York.   

He got a job in Wall Street.   

And one day his hand

got caught in a subway door.   

And he was dragged

from Times Square into Queens.   

Largest settlement in city history.   

Terry: Ew.   

Pappy should've used

that cash on pest control.   

There's giant rats everywhere.   

Boyle: Those are nutria, Terry.   

They're nothing like rats.   

They have meatier haunches,    

and their teeth are more orange.    

You know, nutria

are actually great pets.    

They're affectionate and smart.    

They know how to open doors.    

Plus, you can milk them.    

Jake: But...    

should you?    

Boyle: Pappy drank nutria milk,    

and he was fit as a fiddle.    

Anyway, you got to see the house.    

I can't wait to show you

the rug I was born on.    

Jake: Sure it's been cleaned since then.    

Sam: Charles Boyle, I love you.    

Charles: Sam Boyle, I love you.    

[both groaning]    

Sam: Where's that d*ad body?    

Charles: He's in the barn,

and he looks adorable.    

Sam: Ah, terrific.    

And everything's set for the funeral?    

There's one little issue.    

We can't find Pappy's will.    

Charles: What?

Sam: He wanted to leave the farm    

to the Council of Cousins,    

but if we don't find those papers,    

it goes to Cousin Lyndon.    

Charles: Oh, no.    

Jake: Who's Cousin Lyndon?

Charles: Pappy's son.    

He's the black sheep of the family.    

Jake: Wait, so we have a wealthy patriarch    

who mysteriously died, a missing will,    

and a black sheep set

to inherit everything?    

Am I the only one

who suspects foul play here?    

Terry: He didn't die mysteriously. He was ninety three  .    

Jake: He was fit as fiddle, Terr.    

From all the nutria milk.    

Charles: Don't be ridiculous.    

No Boyle would ever commit m*rder.    

Boyles don't even

get mad at each other.    

Except in that rare instance

of cousin-on-cousin jealousy.    

Terry: You're just bored from your suspension    

and desperate to find a case to work.    

Jake: No. That's not it.    

I'm just telling you,    

something doesn't smell right here.    

Sam: Oh, yeah. That's Pappy's body.    

Cousin Mel did the embalming in here,    

and I think she forgot

to add something.    

Jake: Well...    

that's a disturbing revelation.    

Amy: Hey. What's going on?    

Rosa: I'm helping Holt pick a dating site.    

Holt: Oh, this looks good.    

PhDs only.    

Rosa: Uh, actually in this context,    

PHD stands for Pretty Huge [bleep].    

Holt: Oh, my.    

I can only assume that MDs only

stands for Medium [bleep].    

Amy: Rosa, can I talk to you for a second?    

What the hell are you doing?    

Why are you trying to get Holt

and Kevin to break up?    

Rosa: I'm trying to get Holt

and Kevin back together.    

He and Kevin are perfect

for each other.    

He just needs to realize that.    

Once he sees what other

trash is out there,    

he's gonna go running straight

back into Kevin's arms,    

just like in a Nancy Meyers movie.    

Amy: So you still love Nancy Meyers?    

Rosa: I will never turn my back

on Nancy Meyers.    

Amy: Okay. I'm in.    

Let operation

"Lucky Number Kevin" begin.    

Rosa: I'm out.

Amy: No, no, no.    

We don't have to call it that.    

Charles: Okay, then I'll think

I'll finish up by saying    

Pappy Boyle was the best hugger.    

Which is surprising because

he lost his hand in the subway.    

But he always said,

"You don't hug with your hands,    

"you hug with your heart.    

And your groin."

He got that groin involved.    

Terry: Uh, a lot of groin talk for a eulogy.    

Jake: Everyone,    

there's something you need

to see in the barn.    

The game...    

is afoot.    

Pappy Boyle was  ninety three . 

Who would've suspected

that his death stemmed    

from anything other than the

cruel embrace of Father Time?    

To suggest as much

might get someone labeled    

a crackpot, a kook,    

someone that's

"bored with their suspension."    

Terry: Can you cut the

"Harriet The Spy" windup?    

It stinks in here.    

Jake: What you're smelling, Terry,

is duplicity and deceit.    

Sam: I think it's actually Pappy's organs.    

Jake: Sam, you're kind of messing

with my flow right now.    

Point is, I was examining the body,    

and I found something.    

Classic ulceration

and desquamation of the mouth.    

Telltale signs of poisoning.    

[gasps]    

In other words...    

[Southern accent]

What we have ourselves here    

is a good ol' fashioned m*rder...    

All: Oh, no.

- [all crying]    

Jake: Of a man who you all loved dearly.    

I shouldn't have done

the "Knives Out" accent.    

All right. A man has been poisoned,    

his will is missing,    

and there's only one person

who stands to profit.    

Lyndon Boyle.    

Charles; Lyndon's not a k*ller.    

Sam: I mean, he did skip a Boyle

family Zoom last summer.    

Charles: Yeah, it's true.    

It's seven hours out of your day.    

How hard is that to fit in?    

Jake: Okay, let's set up

an interrogation room.    

I wanna make this guy as

uncomfortable as possible.    

[chair creaking]    

Jake: I thought we were going

for uncomfortable.    

What's with the rocking chair?    

Charles: It's a farm.

All the chairs are rockers.    

But don't worry,

I under-steeped the tea.    

Lyndon: Ugh. It's so weak.    

 Why am I being treated like a criminal?    

Jake: Okay. I stand corrected.    

We'd like to ask you a few questions.    

Tell us about your last contact

with your father.    

Lyndon: Pappy? Well, I saw

him at his birthday party.    

Jake: Mm-hmm. And was there anything    

unusual about that night?    

Lyndon: Nothing unusual at all.    

We ate a pig from snout to anus,    

and then took turns giving

each other head massages.    

I was tired. So I found Pappy, 

wished him a happy birthday. 

We hugged for six minutes. 

It was the last time I saw him alive.    

[whimpering]    

Charles: Did you see those tears?    

No way he did it.    

Jake: Are you serious?    

Anyone can fake cry.    

You just have

to think of something sad.    

Like that episode of

"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles"    

when Leonardo was in a coma.    

Charles: And that works?    

Jake: Yeah.    

Yeah, it does.    

Now, come on.    

Let's go poke some holes

in Lyndon's story.    

Tommy: It was such a great party.

Everyone had the best time.    

I mean, except for Lyndon.    

Jake: Lyndon wasn't happy?    

Tommy: Yeah, it was strange.    

He was passing through the living room. 

I asked him if he wanted a little HJ. 

But he just ignored me. 

I mean, who doesn't want

an HJ from their cousin? 

Terry: Hold up. An HJ? 

Tommy: A head job. A massage.    

Isn't that what everyone calls it?    

Charles; You bet.

Terry: Absolutely not.    

Jake: Okay, so why was Lyndon angry?    

Mel: I bet it was whatever

Pappy said to him.    

Jake: Wait. What Pappy said when?    

Mel: When they were in Pappy's study.    

We heard raised voices. 

- And then Lyndon said...

- Good night. 

Walked out of the room, 

and closed the door behind him. 

Jake: That's all he said? Good night?    

Gentlemen...    

I just solved this case.    

Rosa: Sir, if you wanna get a date

off of these sites,    

you're gonna have

to give me a little more    

from your profile photo.    

Holt; I just gave you

a series of eight poses,    

each increasing

in sexual provocativeness    

by one-eighth.    

If you wanted septiles or deciles    

of sexiness, you should've told me.    

Amy: [groaning]

Holt; What?    

Why do you care so much, Santiago?    

I thought you didn't like

the idea of me dating.    

Amy: Yes, initially.    

But then I thought about your metaphor    

about how relationships

are like a chess match.    

Holt: Mm-hmm.

Amy: And it really convinced me.    

Holt: That was a strong observation.    

Amy: So why don't you think

of this profile photo    

as an epic chess move?    

Holt: Like Vladimirov's Thunderbolt of  1987  .    

Close the door, Diaz.    

I'm removing my collar stays.    

Lyndon: Why am I back here? 

Like I told you,

it was a typical night.    

Jake: Right. Cousin kissing circle,    

everyone gets burped after dinner...    

Normal stuff.    

But let's talk about what happened    

after the burping, shall we?    

Lyndon: What are you getting at?    

What exactly do you think

happened that night?    

Jake: I'm so glad you asked.    

I think Pappy called you into his study 

and told you he was cutting

you out of his will. 

Tempers flared. Voices were raised. 

Lyndon: What? 

Jake: You were furious 

you wouldn't be inheriting the farm. 

Lyndon: I don't even want the farm.    

I've always been more of a city boy.    

I live in Poughkeepsie.    

Jake: Well, I guess that settles it.    

[chuckles]    

- Except you didn't say I love you.

Lyndon: Excuse me?    

Jake: When you left, you said "good night."    

You didn't say "I love you."    

Now, you may be a black sheep,

but you're still a Boyle.    

And a Boyle always says "I love you."    

Lyndon:  Not always.

Jake: Look around you.    

It's written everywhere.    

- _

- [dramatic music]    

Lyndon: Okay, fine. We were fighting.    

But not over the will.    

Pappy was mad at me for missing

that Zoom call this summer.    

Charles: I mean honestly, Lyndon, what

did you expect would happen?    

Lyndon: He said I was a disgrace

to the Boyle name.    

So I didn't say "I love you."    

I just stormed out to the shed.    

I went to get the Grandmother Dough.    

Jake: The Grandmother Dough?    

Charles: Here it is. 

The original Boyle family

sourdough starter,    

the mother of the mother dough.    

It's still good, but the lid on the jar    

has been stuck

for over a hundred years.    

Sam: There's an old family legend

that it can only be opened by    

The One True Boyle.    

Lyndon: I wanted to show my dad that I was    

not a disgrace to the family.    

But I couldn't budge it.    

Maybe he was right.    

Jake: Oh, Lyndon. What a tale.    

But I don't think that's why

you came in this barn at all.    

I think you came in here    

for this.    

Terry: Is that nutria poison?    

Charles: It's rat poison. Nutria are pets.    

You psychopath.    

Jake: Ah. Nitrobenzene.    

That causes the exact type of ulcers    

we found in Pappy Boyle's mouth.    

And look what we have here.    

A single brown hair,    

belonging to the m*rder.    

Terry, please send this off

to the local police station    

for a DNA test.    

Now all we need is one

of your hairs, Lyndon.    

Lyndon: I didn't k*ll my father.    

Why am I being singled out?    

Sam; Why not take a hair from every Boyle    

so Cousin Lyndon doesn't feel that way?    

Charles: Sure, great idea. I'll go first.    

Jake: I mean it's more work for the

lab, but it's fine with me.    

Are you okay with that, Lyndon?    

Oh, wow. Went with a nose hair.    

Didn't see that coming.    

But it's definitely long enough.    

- [chuckles]

Terry: No.    

Rosa: Okay, sir. This app's pretty simple.    

If you don't like the guy's

profile, you click "dang,"    

and if you do, you click "daaang."    

Holt: That sounds needlessly confusing.    

Rosa: Why? "dang" is bad    

and "daaang" is good.    

Holt: Okay, let's thin this herd.    

Untucked shirt, no thank you.    

Born in San Diego, yikes.    

An adult named Todd?    

So this is what online dating is like?    

I didn't realize.    

Amy: Realize how good

you have it with Kevin?    

Holt: No, how it hasn't changed.    

You still have to pick

someone based on looks    

and hope for a connection later.    

Oh, Lord, help me.    

I'm going for it.    

- I'm clicking "dang."

Rosa: No.    

"Dang" is bad. Click "daaang."    

Holt: Why is this so confusing?    

How do I get Hot Todd back?    

Terry: DNA results are in.    

Jake: Ooh, and? Who did it?    

It was Lyndon, right?    

Terry: Hair is...    

"rodent in origin."    

Jake: What? Doesn't make any sense.    

Here, forward it to me.    

Terry: Must've been a nutria hair.    

Those things are everywhere. Ugh.    

Jake: Wait a minute. This is weird.    

According to the DNA results,    

everyone in the Boyle family

is related except one.    

Terry: Lyndon?

Jake: No.    

Charles.    

Charles Boyle    

isn't a Boyle.    

Terry: That DNA test has to be wrong.    

I mean, Charles is the most

Boyle-y of all the Boyles.    

Jake: You know what?

I'm gonna call Charles's dad,    

get to the bottom of this.    

Hey, Lynn? It's Jake.    

Hi. Hey, can I ask you    

about Charles's paternity real quick?    

_    

All right. Thanks, Lynn. Bye.    

Terry: What on Earth took so long?    

Jake: Well, the first five hours    

was mostly just sobbing

and gasping for air.    

Then he told me

that Charles's mom had an affair    

with a rival florist.    

Lynn always suspected

he might've been Charles's dad,    

but he decided he loved him

so much, it didn't matter.    

Terry: I don't understand.    

Charles looks just like all

the other Boyles.    

Jake: Apparently that's not genetic.    

The Boyles cuddle

their children so much,    

it shapes their bones that way.    

He likened it to how they

grow square watermelons.    

Terry: Oh, my God.    

We can't tell Charles.    

Jake: You wanna lie to our dear friend    

about the one thing

that's most important to him    

in the whole world?    

Terry: Yes.

Jake:  Okay, good, me too.    

Now all we have to do is prove

that Cousin Lyndon is    

the m*rder before Charles

asks about the DNA results.    

Charles: Hi, guys.    

Jake: Ah. Hey, man.    

- Where'd you come from?

Charles:  I slinked up.    

You know how good

Boyles are at slinking.    

It's because of our fleshy toe pads.    

Jake: Right. And you, Charles,    

have said fleshy toe pads    

because you are a Boyle,    

from snout to anus.    

Charles: "A Boyle from snout to anus."    

That is so sweet.    

I'm stealing that for the eulogy.    

Jake: Ah, you don't have to.    

Holt; Huh. 

It's the exact time we agreed

to meet for our date,    

and he's not here.    

Amy: I'm sorry.    

I know how you value punctuality.    

Holt: In my employees.    

But in potential suitors, I don't mind    

one or two minutes of tardiness.    

I like a bad boy.    

Now, if you'll excuse me,    

I'm going to go to the bathroom

to wash my hands,    

in case we shake.    

Amy: Ooh. [laughs]    

I thought the point was

for Holt to bail    

before he got to an actual date.    

Rosa: It is. But this works too.    

I mean, did you see

the dude he matched with?    

He calls himself a doctor,    

but he's actually a chiropractor.    

Amy: Are we sure Holt doesn't

respect chiropractors?    

[laughter]    

I'm kidding.    

Ooh. There's Todd.    

Rosa: And here's Holt.    

Started off strong, nice big smile.    

Oh, not anymore.

He just noticed Todd's loafers.    

Amy: Oh, Todd, you fool.    

Holt thinks any shoes

without laces are flip-flops.    

Rosa: Now the moment that will send

Holt running toward the exit.    

When he asks Todd

what he would like to drink,    

Todd orders, "Whatever you're having."    

Amy: Oh Todd, you fool.

Have your own opinion.    

Wait a second. Are they gonna sit down?    

In a booth?    

Oh, no, Rosa.    

Todd's not the fool.    

We're the fools.    

Jake: I have eyes on the package.    

He's headed towards you. 

Terry: I'm on it. 

Charles; Seriously, guys, 

why are we doing this? 

We should just wait for the DNA test.    

Jake: We will.    

But the lab said it would take a week.    

They had to get a new tech.    

Charles: Oh, no. Why?    

Jake: The old one had

a bad allergic reaction to...    

beakers. Ugh. 

Charles: Labs are full of them. That's awful.    

Jake: Yeah, and real.    

Anyways, since Lyndon

is our only actual suspect,    

we might as well investigate.    

Charles: Let me ask you this. Is he gushing?    

Jake: Don't say those words.    

Charles: The pressure of keeping secrets    

makes Boyles stress-sweat.    

Once, we played Mafia, 

and you'd never seen

so many dripping wet cousins    

- in one room.

Jake: Come on.    

Terry: Wait. He's leaving the property.    

Jake: Can you stay with him?    

Terry: Yeah. I think so.    

I just have to get

around the barn and...    

[yells]    

Jake: Terr-bear?    

Terry: I'm sorry. I was following Lyndon    

and I crawled into that thing.    

Charles: That thing has a name.    

It's Muffin.    

Terry: Well, thanks to Muffin, we lost Lyndon.    

Jake: Yes. But also thanks to Muffin,    

I just solved the case

of who k*lled Pappy Boyle.    

- [radio feedback]

Terry: We're right here.    

Jake: Yeah. I didn't think

it would feed back.    

Amy: Oh, no, Rosa. They're leaving together.    

- What are we gonna do?

Rosa: We stop them.    

Even if it means we have to k*ll Todd.    

Amy: Smart. Let's go.    

Holt: Looking for someone?    

Amy; Sir. Uh, what's going on?    

Holt: What's going on is that you

were trying to manipulate me,    

but it is I who manipulated you.    

How does it feel    

to suckle from your own tainted teat?    

Rosa: Not as bad as it feels

to hear you say "suckle."    

Amy: So you were never really

going home with Todd?    

Holt: You actually think I would

have relations with him?    

His watch has a cloth strap.    

Todd: I really thought we had something.    

Holt: Wake up, Todd. I'm out of your league.    

You thought you could meddle

in my personal life,    

but I was ten moves ahead

the whole time.    

And now, checkmate.    

Todd: Ooh. I love chess.    

Have you seen "The Queen's Gambit"?    

- It's a TV show.

Holt: Todd, I swear to God.    

Jake: The person who k*lled Pappy

wasn't a person at all.    

It was Muffin.    

- [all gasp]

Jake: I checked her mouth,    

and Muffin had the same ulcers

that Pappy had.    

Muffin ate the poison,

and then Pappy drank her milk.    

Terry: Charles, you said nutria

could open doors.    

Muffin must've let herself

into the barn.    

Jake: Which explains why we found

her hair on the box.    

Charles: So Lyndon was innocent.    

Sam: Wait, how did you know

it was Muffin's hair?    

Did you get the DNA report back?    

Jake: Exactly.

Charles: Wait, but I thought    

the report was gonna take a week    

because of the lab tech's allergies.    

Jake: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.    

But then they decided

to use a subcontractor    

who was allergy-free,

so let's just move on    

and talk about

something else immediately.    

Charles: Three "uh-huh's"?    

Clearly you're lying about something.    

Jake: Why you being a jerk to me?    

Charles: Show me the report, Jake.    

Jake: Okay, fine.

But just look at the top result    

'cause that's all that matters.    

"Specimen hair was rodent in nature."    

And that's that.    

Charles: Oh, my God.    

- I'm not a Boyle.

- [all gasp]    

Okay. I love you too, Dad.    

Did you guys change clothes?    

Terri: Yeah, Charles. It's tomorrow now.    

You been on the phone for 14 hours.    

Charles: Well, you know what they say,    

"Time flies when God

pulls down his pants    

and takes a dump on your life."    

Jake: Oh, buddy. I'm so sorry.    

Charles: Being a Boyle was

the backbone of my identity.    

Without the Boyle backbone,

I'm just a bag of flesh.    

- I'm goo.

Jake:,Come on, you're not goo.    

Being a Boyle is about more than blood.    

It's what's in your heart.    

Charles: Blood is what's in your heart.    

You're making it worse, Jake.    

Jake: Okay, fine. Then what about Nikolaj?    

He was adopted, so technically,    

he's not a Boyle,

but that never bothered you.    

Charles: I didn't even think about Niko.    

He was already a Boyle once removed    

which is tough enough.

Now he's twice removed?    

Twice-removed Boyles are a

total [bleep] clown show, okay?    

Niko's basically Cousin Andrea.    

Sorry, Andrea.    

Andrea: I know what I am.    

Jake: Well, damn.

Charles: Look, let's go home.    

Terry: We're leaving? 

What about the funeral?    

What about the eulogy?    

Charles: I don't feel right giving it now.    

Sam offered to step in.

I'll have him do it.    

Jake: No, no, no. Wait.    

Assemble the cousins.    

Today, we learned

that Pappy Boyle's death    

was not foul play.    

But even though there was no m*rder,    

there was a robbery.    

Charles had his sense

of self stolen from him    

by Sam Boyle.    

- [all gasp]

Jake: You said it yourself, Charles,    

the Boyles have a long history

of cousin-on-cousin jealousy.    

Sam couldn't stand that you

were chosen to give the eulogy.    

Think about it.    

It was Sam who made sure we

knew the will was missing. 

Sam: We can't find Pappy's will.    

Jake: Then Sam again who suggested

you all get your DNA tested. 

Sam: Why not take a hair from every Boyle?    

Jake: And finally, Sam who made

sure we all knew the results. 

Sam: Did you get the DNA report back?    

This is ridiculous. I love Charles.    

Jake: Okay, well then.    

I'm sure you wouldn't mind

giving him a hug then.    

Since you love him so much.    

Sam: Sure. I always like to hug my cousin.    

Charles: He's gushing!

- [all gasp]    

Sam: Darn it.    

I thought these would hide it,    

but I gushed through my pit diapers.    

All right, fine.    

I always suspected

that Charles wasn't one of us.    

I mean, he went through puberty at  13 ,    

instead of 25  ,    

like a normal Boyle.    

And when he got chosen

to give the eulogy,    

something inside of me snapped.    

So I hid the will.    

I admit it.    

Are you happy now?    

Jake: Very.

Charles; Not at all.    

Jake: Wait, what?

Charles, we solved the case.    

- He confessed.

Charles: Doesn't matter.    

I'm still not a Boyle.    

I'm just a normal person.    

Normal from snout to anus.    

[knock at door]    

Rosa: We wanted to apologize.    

Amy: And if you wanna gloat

about how you outsmarted us,    

go ahead. We deserve it.    

Holt: I won't be doing any gloating.    

I mean, I did last night.

I went home and had a drink    

to toast to your humiliation.    

But it didn't feel right,    

because I had no one to toast with,    

no one to share my glee.    

I had won, but I was alone.    

And I realized,    

this is exactly what I'm doing to Kevin.    

Trying to win therapy.    

And it h*t me.    

I care so much about winning    

that I've lost everything.    

Rosa: Tell Kevin how you feel.    

Amy: It's raining. You could run to him.    

Holt: This is the real world, Santiago.    

Relationships end

in unsatisfying ways every day.    

People don't run

to each other in the rain.    

Kevin: Raymond! Raymond Holt! 

Holt: Kevin?    

Kevin: Raymond!    

Raymond, am I too late?    

Holt: Too late?    

Kevin: My friend saw your dating profile    

and your photo without collar stays.    

I thought I'd lost you.    

Holt: You will never lose me.    

I'll do anything to keep you.    

I'll compromise on everything.

The work, the...    

[dramatic music] 

♪ 

Rosa: Nancy Meyers never fails.    

Amy: Now that we're doing it,

it feels kinda weird    

to be staring at your friends

while they kiss.    

Scully: Are you kidding? It's beautiful.    

♪ 

Holt: I love you.    

Kevin: I love you.    

Charles: Okay, I'm packed. Let's go home.    

Jake: Charles, I'm sorry.    

I feel like this was all my fault.    

Charles: Why? Did you inseminate my mother?    

Jake: What? Ew, no.    

Charles: Don't say ew.

She's my one blood relation.    

Remember, I'm not a real Boyle.    

Jake: Okay, fine.    

Maybe you're not a real Boyle.    

But what if    

you're a true Boyle?    

What if    

you're The One True Boyle?    

Charles: No, no. You want me to open    

the Grandmother Dough.    

That jar is stuck shut.    

Nobody's ever been able to do it.    

Jake: But you have to try.    

Terry, go grab it.    

All right, now let's reassemble

those cousins.    

Charles: I'm not gonna be able to do this,    

and I'm gonna be even more humiliated.    

Jake: Just try. I believe in you.    

So did you loosen it?    

Terry: I tried, but it's slippery,    

and that thing is sealed on tight.    

I couldn't budge it.    

Jake: Oh, no. Uh, hey, Charles.    

Remember when I said

that I believed in you?    

Charles: Yes. It's the entire reason

I'm doing this.    

Jake: Oh. Godspeed.    

[grunting]    

[dramatic music] 

♪ 

Charles: Ah!    

I did it!    

Becca: He's The One True Boyle.    

[cheers and laughter]    

Terry: Oh, my God. What is that stench?    

Charles: It's the Grandmother Dough.    

Terry: It smells horrible.    

Charles: Not to a Boyle. [sniffs deeply]    

Pappy's hugs were long and firm.    

Jake: Okay, here's what I think

might've happened.    

You loosened the jar,

but you didn't realize it    

because you're a Godzilla man,    

and you don't know your own strength.    

Terry: First of all, thank you

for calling me a Godzilla man.    

Jake: Yeah.

Terry: Secondly, that's not it.    

- The jar was too slippery.

Jake: All right, how about this?    

Charles was so freaked out

about not being a Boyle    

that he got an adrenaline rush,

and that made him stronger.    

Terry: Or maybe Charles is the One True Boyle.    

Charles: And I know that Pappy's up there    

shopping for beige slacks    

at that Mervyn's in the sky.    

ALL: Ah, Mervyn's!    

Jake: Yeah, he's the One True Boyle.
{"type": "series", "show": "Brooklyn Nine-Nine", "episode": "08x07 - Game of Boyles"}