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Previously on Death and Other Details...

- As you all know...
a man has been murdered on this ship.

Killer is among us.

- I've been studying each of you,
and have learned devastating facts.

There are billions on the line in the deal
between the Colliers and the Chuns.

- The man across the hall,
he was not what he appeared to be.

- Wait, hold on there.

Keith Trubitsky was your assistant?

That's why you were on the Varuna?

- You know as well as anyone
how desperate the Colliers are.

- Bankruptcy?

- Preposterous.

- They'd do anything to keep
the truth about their company a secret.

- Expose their corporate secrets.

- And their connection to Viktor Sams.

- The man who killed my mom.

- I need you to get your hands
on the Collier Mills books.

'Cause whatever they're hiding
might explain not just one murder,

but two.

- Now someone's dead.

My grandmother's spooked.

The deal's off.

- I've just heard from Interpol.
Their best man is en route.

- Agent Hilde Eriksen.

- Sunil Bhandari, welcome to the Varuna.

♪ suspenseful music playing ♪

Reader, we've been here before.

Two days before the murder,
the day the Varuna set sail.

- Can't believe we're gonna be
trapped on this thing for 10 days.

- I'm so sorry I dragged you into this.

I'm going to tell you
the same story a third time now.

Can you figure out what's different?

The trick is to look again,
but through new eyes,

the eyes of a stranger,

an amateur.

The eyes of a fool, if you like.

Let's just dump
all this stuff straight into the ocean.

- Got somethin' important in those?
Keith Trubitsky... Tripp's friend.

- Oh, right.

Toilets.
- Well, technically, we manufacture

the flush levers on the toilets.
- I see. Okay.

- So, I hear you're closin'
on some Chinese money.

- Tripp's fun, huh?
Never shuts up, does he?

- What's in there? Due diligence?
- Mm.

- You know digital files
are better for the environment.

- I'll plant a tree.

Bring those to the fourth deck...
preferably dry.

People mistook Danny for a fool.

It was his quiet power.

Get 'em to underestimate him.

Spill their secrets.

Didn't cost him much

until, in the end,

cost him his life.

This is Agent Hilde Eriksen,

Interpol badge number 7160
signing in at 9 AM, Thursday, the 24th.

Preliminary examination
of the body of Mr. Danny Turner,

alias Keith Trubitsky.

I am assisted by
Rufus Cotesworth, civilian investigator.

He will be consulting on the case.

- Should I introduce myself?

- I think that will suffice.

You loved this man, didn't you?

How long did he work for you?
- Long enough.

- So, the killer entered
the suite without a weapon.

They did not intend to off your friend.

Something escalated. An altercation.

- No defensive wounds.
- The fight wasn't physical.

- Did your friend like to drink?
- Not to excess.

- Just you, then?

- I enjoy a tipple.

- You have gone without for about a day

since you learned of the murder.

Your hand is unsteady.

You should drink more water.
It does wonders for the complexion.

- Careful--
- I'd like to see the crime scene.

- Llewellyn?
Celia's trying to pull the ripcord.

I need you to call me back.

Sorry. Hi. Crazy day.

I keep saying that,
but it keeps on being true.

- I'm going to go to the pool.

- I'd love to come, but the, uh--

I understand.

- I'll, I'll try to meet you there later.

Mm-hmm.

- How is she holding up?

- Leila? She's fine.

Everything's fine

Did her usual sweep for listening devices.

- How many pillows did you lose this time?

- Six.

- Where are the knives?
I need a goddamn knife!

- Gross.

- I have been trying to close
this financing for eight months

and now, all of a sudden,
it's up in flames,

and I can't even get
Llewellyn on the phone.

- What are you gonna do about it?

Mrs. Chun.

- Please... come back to the table.

We were so close.

- No one in my family
had anything to do with the murder.

We are all devastated
that a man has lost his life.

Everything we know we've
already shared with the investigators.

Mrs. Chun... you don't want
to walk away from this opportunity.

This is how you gain
a foothold in the U.S.,

and exposure to a heritage name.

- I represent my family's interests.

- You have 24 hours.

- When?

- Winnie.

- This is bullshit.

The first people they look
at will always be the staff.

Which is why I need
to know anything curious

any of you might have done,
however small.

- We have nothing to hide.

Tell me the truth...
so that I can lie for you.

- Your favorite activity,
playing the martyr.

- I'm trying to keep this family safe.

- And if one of the crew
had been murdered?

You told me, last year,
Vicky in the kitchen slit her wrists.

They didn't even do an inquest.

They just chucked her overboard.

- Enough.

Enough.

There will be eyes
on all of us until this is solved.

Watch your step.

This is reckless.
We need to dock the ship.

- It doesn't benefit any of us
for the truth to come out.

- The truth is a man died on my watch,

and you're trying to cover it
all up to save your business.

- I am following
all the official protocols!

I have the world's greatest
fucking detective on board.

What more could I do?
- Just dock the ship.

Let them question everyone on land.

- Should I find it curious
that you wish to disembark so desperately?

I read your report.

- Oh, I'm flattered.

Uh, please ignore my typographical errors.

- Hm.

What I find interesting
are the notes you chose not to play.

- Ah.
- You posit no theory of the case?

- 'Tis early for a theory.

- And yet, you have one.

- I'm quite confident you won't like it.

- What makes you so sure?

- You're reading Veblen
in its condensed publishing.

Says to me you prefer
cutting to the heart of the matter.

Ears are pierced,
but you do not wear earrings.

You no longer believe in embellishment.

Perhaps you once did,
but now, grand theories bore you.

They are... frivolity.

You're a bureaucrat.
You've been given an assignment.

Carry it out efficiently.

- Inspector Friedrich says hello.

- Ah.
- He enjoyed reminiscing,

and, I assume, briefing you
as to how I like to work.

What a head of hair on Friedrich.

- So, no, keep your theories.

Oh, and for your next book,
I find with a crime like this,

nine times out of 10,
the solution is straightforward.

Meat and potatoes.

- And the 10th?

- Just potatoes. Eh.

To the crime scene.

No fingerprints.
- Wiped clean.

- Anything missing from the scene?

- A journal, brown, orange strap.

Danny never went anywhere without it.

- Perhaps a motive lies within it.

Interesting.

The murder was done ad hoc

with whatever weapon
the killer could find.

But this? This feels intentional.

Like someone with an agenda.
- Hm.

Or perhaps Danny dropped it?
- That's a sapphire crystal.

It would not have scratched
with just a mere drop.

No... this was done with force.

A hammer,

or a boot heel.

2:16, inside the window
of our missing security footage.

Ah. The killer broke in
and smashed the watch.

They likely planned to leave it at that.
But for our victim waking in the night.

That's when the argument ensued,
and the deadly harpoon was fired.

Then the killer deleted video evidence
tying them to the scene.

Pure potatoes.

How does that jive
with your theory, Mr. Cotesworth?

Does it matter?

One of us will be right in the end.

♪ suspenseful theme playing ♪

- Hey.

So, what's her angle?
- Another Cutty Sark, sir.

We are schooled to anticipate our guests.
- I'll take a water.

It is as we expected.

She is focused
on the missing security footage.

She believes the killer entered
during those seven minutes and 23 seconds.

- So, it's a race.

We have to figure out who killed Danny
before she places me at the crime scene.

- It's not a race.
- Sounds like a race.

It's a race.

- I'm on it.
- Let's go.

- Llewellyn, where are you?
Pick up, pick up, pick up.

He's still missing?

- I'm gonna put an ankle bracelet on him.
- But then you'd have to touch his ankle.

- Hi, Teddy. It's Anna Collier.
Of course, you know that.

I need security to bring
our files to our suite.

I'll deliver the files myself.

- Let me guess. You hate it.

- It's looking a bit... depressing.

- I can put some color back in,

but I think that--
- Mm-hmm. About earlier.

I'd strongly prefer it if you didn't

question my authority...
in front of the staff.

- The staff?

You mean, our family?

I knew you'd understand.

Perhaps something a bit brighter.

♪ suspenseful music playing ♪

- What do you mean it's on the ceiling?

How's that even possible?

I'll be right there.

Do not let anyone else in.

- What you don't need, two safes.

- Alexandra.
- Toby.

Your son is on TikTok
playing himself in shuffleboard.

Children are resilient.

- Hm.

They are.

But they're takin' it in...
even if no one's talkin' it out.

I remember... summer before sixth grade,

one day, it was so hot
and we were all out on the street.

Someone came up in the alley,

and shot Marcus Wilson
three times in the back.

Cops came around
and, well, that was the kinda block

where you didn't talk to cops,
so nobody did.

They never caught the shooter.

Marcus had a baby,

maybe a one-year-old.

Anyway,

that was the day I decided I would
find the bad guys and put 'em away.

You didn't even do it for the likes.

- Hm.

- Somethin' weird is goin' on.

Hopefully, just bad,
dumb luck coincidence,

but... we need to be prepared
to answer more questions with Interpol.

- What happened?

- My staff got a call from our SuperPAC,

asked me to make nice
with Keith Trubitsky.

Even suggested the champagne vintage.

They couldn't tell me who the donor
was who made the request,

and I didn't think
anything of it at the time.

- There's nothing unusual about that.

- I sent the bar cart
the goddamn killer was hiding in, Toby.

I need names.

I need you to find out
who made that request.

You put together the SuperPAC.
You know who calls in all my favors.

- And you know there's a wall
between you and them for a reason.

- Was it Lawrence Collier?

- Alexandra.
- He's the only donor on this boat.

Why the fuck
would he set me up like that?

I supported five
of his 10 opportunity zones.

- Halfway is not good enough.

- So, it is him?
- I did not say that.

Take a breath.

- If you even fix your face
to tell me to calm down.

I think sometimes he forgets
that I'm the Governor.

- Sometimes...
you forget who put you there.

♪ ominous music plays ♪

It's a four-digit combination.

Right, left, right, right.

- I can explain.

- You were trying to break into my safe.

- Oh... so can you.

- Does your friend know you're here?

Perhaps I should inform her.
And then, of course, Interpol.

There is a thief in our midst.
A bad one.

- I believe you both know that
I'm here on Rufus Cotesworth's behalf.

- Then it should be no problem
at all to read Interpol in.

- Please, don't do that.

- Teddy, leave us.

- The Colliers are expecting
these documents.

I'll handle it.

- There are easier ways to meet women.

Check her pockets on the way out.

- So... Cotesworth sent you to burgle me?

- Look, we think our murder victim
got his hands on those documents.

We think it's what got him killed.

- Fine.

Have Interpol issue a subpoena,
and then the authorities can open my safe.

- Or--
- Hm?

- Or we could look at them together?

- Huh.

Why would I do that?

- You want this whole
murder wrapped up, quickly.

Interpol gets involved, all the red tape.
It could take weeks, months.

- Why do you wanna see them so badly?

What am I missing here?

♪ melancholy music playing ♪

- We get our hands on those books,

we get that little girl
the truth she's been waitin' for.

The truth you promised her.

- Rufus thinks that the Colliers
were paying blackmail

to the man that killed my mom.

Viktor Sams.

And if he's wrong?

- Well, you wasted
a hour of your life... with me.

- How much can we afford
to give up is what I need to know.

- Tripp, open up!
- Ow! Fuck!

- Steve, everything's fine.
Just give me those numbers.

- Yes.
- Have you left this room today?

- Good morning to you, too.

- Clean yourself up. Family meeting.
- Okay. Wait, why? Is everything okay?

- Everything's fine.
- Okay.

- You were making so much progress.

- There are peaks and valleys
in the journey to self-control.

I'll handle it... it's cool.

- It is not cool.
They're looking for a murderer.

- Yeah, well, I didn't kill anyone, so...

I didn't kill anyone, Anna!
- Tripp,

Trubitsky pulled out of your deal.

What if he told someone?
That makes you a suspect.

Yeah. You did court-ordered
anger management.

- It was one fucking golf cart. Can--

What time's this family meeting?

- Keep your phone on. I'll call you.

- Love ya.
- Yeah, you too.

Yep. Please leave a message.

Llewellyn, wake your raggedy ass
up right now. Thank you.

Steve, stop. D-- I know
12 and a half is a big ask, but--

Are you-- Are you
at a Little League game?

Go sit in your stupid hybrid SUV

and finish running the numbers
I asked for, right now. Thank you!

- I'm going to need a list
of everyone who has that code.

- Of course.
This one and the previous one.

♪ suspenseful music playing ♪

- You can go.

Your men are loyal.

- Some of them are women.

- What a world!

How did you come to work
on the Varuna, Mr. Toussaint?

- It's a funny story, actually.

- Mr. Bhandari encountered him
in London a few months ago.

- You approved the appointment, Miss Goh?

I serve at the pleasure.

- And a guest
was murdered on his watch.

Surely you have an opinion now?
- Ah, you want gossip.

- Always.

But if we must stick to facts,

Mr. Toussaint was supposed
to be on duty that night,

but never clocked in.

- I fell ill.
- Did you... check in at the medical bay?

- He did not.

- I took a pill and, uh, went to bed.

- Hm... How reliably French of you.

No one to corroborate
your whereabouts that evening?

- No. No one to confirm your story.

- I guess you'll have
to take me at my word.

- This is challenging

because later that same night,

someone stole seven minutes
and 23 seconds of footage.

- Could not have been
someone from my team.

- Oh.

Are you in the practice
of sharing the code?

Perhaps even a guest gained entry?

And why do you not have
cameras anywhere below decks?

- We trust our crew.
- Ha!

I am sorry. Apologies.

- No worries.

- Someone entered this room.
Someone deleted footage.

I intend to find out who.

I will run a background check
on every member of the crew,

starting with your loyal security staff.

- I can't stop you.

Oh.

Look at that. I'm on lunch.

Mr. Cotesworth, care to join me?

- Delighted.

♪ suspenseful music playing ♪

- Barely slept last night.

But these things are proper magic.

- Have you seen Leila?

- Not today,
but I've just been at the pool.

Something wrong?
- Everything's fine.

- You look exhausted.
I'm gonna order you a B12 injection.

- I've got plenty of vitamins, thank you.

- Can you get Mrs. Collier one of your--
- I said no fucking vitamins,

but thank you.

You're wound tight.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd say your grandmother

is using this murder to sweeten the terms.

- But you do know better.

Leila will turn up.

- You never liked her.

- I just don't like her for you.

You were supposed to wait.

- I did wait. I--

You had me wrapped around your finger.
I would've moved to Shanghai for you.

I would've done anything. You left.

I sat around and cried for six months.

- You can cry?

- Not sober.

How was I supposed
to know what you wanted?

You disappeared.

- I'm here now.

- Eleanor, I mean this,

your timing is for shit.

♪ light, cheery music playing ♪

- We're looking for blackmail,
but... I don't know.

These are... these are
all just tax returns.

- No. These aren't tax returns.

This is an audit into the company's
financials goin' back 50 years.

And by the way...
their good times are well in the past.

- So, the Chuns were right. They're broke?

- They're illiquid. Highly levered.

They're broke.
- Hm.

- It gets real ugly two years ago.
This massive capital expenditure.

- You hated being a banker?

- Yep.
- Hm.

Hm.

- Mind you, no one suspected
the Crown Prince was capable

of stealing 500 million kronor
from his own mum

until I discovered
the Queen of Sweden's plot

to have him committed.
- Pardon me?

Cutty Sark, neat. On the house.
- Oh, uh-- Ah.

Ah.

Hm, lovely.

What I did not know...
- Hm.

- ...is the prince

could overhear my revelation
from the palace privy.

- Damn 18th-century plumbing.

- Royal Guard was nowhere to be found.

I had to chase the bloke myself.
He left his trousers behind.

- So, you've seen the crown jewels, too.

- Well, you'd need a
magnifying glass for that.

- We're relics.

Now it's down to data trackers,
cameras, facial recognition.

Some cop at a computer...

- Hm.
- ...would've caught the prince

long before his fateful bowel movement.

- Miss the old days?
- I miss nothing.

And expect less.

- Somethin' tells me

people have a bad habit
of underestimating you.

- An overlooked detective
is on the fast track to the truth.

- You read my book.

- I watched a lot of Columbo.

- Oh, back on the clock.
- Ah.

I'll find you later.
I have a few things to attend to.

- A lead toward your grand theory?

If anything
of substance arises,

you will be the first to know.

- It is amazing the time a man
is willing to waste proving himself right.

- You got my message.

We need to work
on your tradecraft.

- I found the files.

- What have we learned?
- Oh, nothing. It's a disaster.

- Llewellyn, pick up! Pick up!

Honey?

Leila?

Babe?

If they paid blackmail
to anyone, they've hid it well.

Nothin' dodgy in here.

Just a classic
three-generation family business.

Very few survive past that.

If the Chun family are keen
on plunking cash down on this,

I certainly can't see why.
- Mm.

Hold on.

May I?

It's a bill of lading.

- But this has nothing
to do with profits and losses.

I don't think the Colliers
know that this is in here.

- Two tons of Captionem Blue?
What the fuck is that?

- I, I failed science.

- B... minus. Still stings.
- Mm.

- Captionem Blue.

A banned ultra-bright pigment,

invented so you could see
highway signs at night.

Clothing manufacturers liked it
because it was cheap, didn't bleed.

Peachy.

Except it causes cancer, dementia,
and all manner of knock-on ailments.

- It says it was banned in 1989.
When's this receipt from?

- I, I can't make out the date.
- Here, let me.

Hey, you with Leila?

- No. Didn't make it to the pool.
Got swept up in something.

Hot French security guard something?

- I'm with Rufus.
- Oh... I'm sorry.

Any progress on the case?

No.

- No.

How's it going with the Chuns?

My entire side of the table is MIA.
No one's answering their phones.

Leila never turns hers on.

It's fine. Everything's fine.

- Why didn't you want me
to ask her about this?

- 'Cause without a date on that document,
it is meaningless.

- You wanted a smoking gun.
Collier Mills was using banned chemicals.

When?

They were banned in 1989.

Paper in your hand
could be 40 years old.

There's no telling if it is related
to the fresh body downstairs.

- It has to be related.
- Perhaps, perhaps.

But wanting a connection
and proving it are different things.

I can't prove that Danny saw this.
I can't prove that it got him killed.

I warned you not to enter
the case with preconceptions.

You want it all to be connected.

You want it all to go back
to your mother's case.

- Of course, I do.
- How many clues have passed you by

because you've been focused on that?

Anyone on this ship could've killed Danny.

You've stopped paying attention.

- Mom?

- Mom... we need to talk.

Like, now.

- Mom?

Celia Chun wants to--

Jesus fucking Christ!

- Anna! Wait!
- Oh, God!

N-No, no!

Anna, Anna, please!

- Fuck.

- How could we have been so careless?

- It's all right. Anna will understand.

- If this gets out,
it will be the end of me.

My church, my reputation.

- If my daughter knows one thing,

it's how to keep... a secret.

Mm.
- Katherine... we can't.

You're still married.
- On paper.

And... I was still married in the shower.

- Once it's resolved, we can be together.

- I can be patient.

- No, you can't.

That's what I love about you.

- Mm.

Mm.

♪ ominous music plays ♪

I know the Jiangsu revamp was expensive,

but it pays for itself in 10 years.

Okay?

Look, I gotta go.

Alright. I'll talk to you later, Eleanor.

Hi. Sorry. You're here.

- And you're still working with Eleanor?

- It's business.
- Right.

You know, people always say that,
but it's almost never true.

- What do you know about business?

- I can spell it.

Wow.

- We need an investor.

Her grandmother has more money than God.

- What's Jiangsu?

- Do you actually care?

- I care about you.

But, no, I'm bored already. I moved on.

How's Leila?

- Oh, come see.

Oh, just tell her that you left
your cell phone in your car.

- Right, 'cause the 5G will
zap her brain cells.

- On second thought,
now you don't get to see her.

- Oh, no. Okay. I'm sorry.

Sorry. I'll be nice.

I will be nice.

She hid a knife under the bed.

- Anna,

are you okay in here?

- It's fine.

Just need to remember to wear
shoes in the house, that's all.

♪ suspenseful music playing ♪

I hate everyone everywhere all the time.

Of course, you do.

- I wish you wouldn't drink so much.

The doctor said--
- I take my vitamins with it.

We're meeting
with Celia Chun tomorrow.

- Mm.

- You don't have to say anything.
I'll do all the talking.

- You wanna shut me up?

- I want you to sit there
and show them that I'm in charge.

- You wanna shut me up.

- We have one chance, Dad.

We make this deal or we go Chapter 11.

- And whose fault is that?

- You wanna play
pin the tail on the asshole?

Fine. I made decisions
and now we're outta cash.

But the mess I cleaned up
was all you, Dad.

I found the Chuns.

I'm running this deal.

I'm the only adult in this family,

and I'll sell my fucking soul
to bring Celia Chun back onside.

- There she is.

My CEO.

- Not until you announce it.

♪ suspenseful music playing ♪

- This is Agent Hilde Eriksen,
Interpol badge number 7160,

signing on at 9 AM, Friday, the 25th.

I am assisted yet again by
Rufus Cotesworth, civilian investigator.

Now... I'm in the mood
to go through people's things.

- After you.

- Where is Mr. Toussaint?

- Simon, Dominic.

- Yes, Miss Goh?
- Where's Jules?

We asked everyone
to be here for the search.

- I haven't seen him since last night.

- He's telling the truth.

- How do you know?
- Practice.

- We must search Mr. Toussaint's room.

Cotesworth.

- Hm.

Eriksen.

- This book was a gift... to you.

- My father gives me mystery books.

Jules borrowed it.

He always gives them back.
- Interesting.

- I don't see how.
- Of course, you don't.

We'd like to see your room.

- You've already searched it.

♪ ominous music playing ♪

- I thought we were meeting
with the whole family.

- Nope. Just me.

And our entire corporate history,
as requested.

- And required... by law.

- Obviously.

♪ suspenseful music playing ♪

- This is a waste of time.

This one is not like the others.

- Are you a fan?

- Um... that's not mine.

It turned out
Jules Toussaint was an alias.

- Oh, fuck.

The man running security on the Varuna

had a rap sheet longer
than an overwritten metaphor.

He was just like Danny in that way.
He made sure others underestimated him.

Shh.

You shouldn't have come here.

Our mistake.

♪ Common People by Pulp playing ♪

- ♪ She came from Greece,
she had a thirst for knowledge ♪

♪ She studied sculpture
at Saint Martin's College ♪

♪ That's where I... caught her eye ♪

♪ I wanna sleep with common people ♪

♪ Like you ♪

♪ Oh what else could I do ♪

♪ And she just smiled and held my hand ♪

♪ Rent a flat above a shop ♪

♪ Cut your hair and get a job ♪

♪ Smoke some fags and play some pool ♪

♪ Pretend you never went to school ♪

♪ But still you'll never la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Oh, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Oh you ♪

♪ song fades out ♪