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[bright tone]

[tense music]

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

- I'm the killer.

♪ ♪

- Yes, because the victim is Ainsley Trask.

- Ainsley Trask?

You're saying she's coming to Mystery Island?

- That's what I'm saying. - Who's Ainsley Trask?

- Would she be coming alone or--

- With her husband.

- Janey, you cannot be serious.

- Em, hear me out.

- Did Ainsley Trask contact you?

- Timeout.

Who is Ainsley Trask?

- Ainsley Trask is the wife of Franklin Trask,

who wants to bring several guests to the island,

full VIP package.

- Must have a few bucks.

- Yeah, he's quite well off, yeah.

- Hang on.

Is he the guy--

- That I was once engaged to marry?

Yes, he most certainly is.

- He runs Trask Global Management, a hedge fund

that rivals Carlos in valuation.

And Ainsley Trask is a powerhouse

corporate attorney who also sits

on the board of Trask Global.

And they-- they just got married last year,

and she told me that she's quite keen

to come to Mystery Island.

- Did she offer to play the victim in the murder game?

- Oh, no, that was my idea,

as was asking Em to be the killer,

which is perhaps a little on the nose.

- You think I'd want to kill Franklin's wife?

It was my idea to end the engagement.

- And you haven't been in a long-term relationship since.

- Janey, I respectfully request that my personal life not

be considered as fodder for our mystery games.

- I was just brainstorming.

- Besides, I certainly won't be here

when the Trask party attends.

- Ah.

Well, Ainsley has made your participation a condition

to her package.

- You're joking.

- Is this my joking face?

- Why would she--

- Insecurity.

She might worry that Franklin still carries a torch for you.

So she's coming down here in the hopes

of extinguishing that torch.

- Well, she is certainly playing with fire.

- [sighs]

- I'm simply extending Jason's metaphor.

- Anyway, if you decide to go forward with this, uh,

proposal, I will plan to be here that weekend as well.

- Oh, you don't need to-- - I know.

I want to.

At any rate, Janey, we have more murder games to write,

if you don't mind.

- Yes, my office is yours.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Jason said you might be out here.

- He went back to his houseboat?

- He did.

He said you seem to need some time and space to think.

- Ah.

Neither of which you're giving me.

- I'm a terrible friend, aren't I?

- The worst.

- Care for a scotch?

You know, I only met Franklin a handful of times.

But I dare say that Jason is correct about Ainsley wanting

to come here to extinguish whatever flames your ex

may still have for you.

- Mm.

- And I think you're rubbing off on him.

- Who?

- Well, Jason.

I don't recall him thinking so much about psychology

when our paths first crossed.

- Yeah, I suppose that's true.

- And I think it's rather chivalrous of him

to want to come out here when Franklin

comes to Mystery Island.

- If Franklin comes, you mean.

- Well, do I?

I mean, I don't know if you realize,

but you, too, would do well to extinguish

whatever stray embers you may still have for Franklin.

- There are no embers, Janey.

Trust me.

- Well, good.

Then you'll have no problem supporting this venture.

- I see what you did there.

- What?

- Ah, well played.

OK, fine.

Tell Mrs. Trask they can come.

- Shall do.

To, uh, torches being extinguished.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

We have an exciting weekend ahead,

starting with full VIP conditions for the party

of Franklin Trask.

Additionally, disguised as a guest and amongst his party

will be our COO, Baroness Jane Alcott.

- Thank you, Bennett.

Well, I'm excited about this weekend for a plethora

of reasons, but chief among them

is that our brilliant game writers,

Dr. Priestly and Detective Trent,

will also be here, which hasn't happened for a while.

- The game will begin at the hidden hut,

and this weekend, Emilia will be playing as herself,

but Jason and I will be taking on fictitious roles

in the narrative.

And I will be disguised, as Franklin Trask

did meet me several years ago.

♪ ♪

And I will be playing the role of Professor Loretta Mabrey,

an archaeologist from California.

And Jason will be cast very much against type

as Sean Callahan, a Boston businessman,

which is a euphemism for gangster.

[chuckles]

And our VIP party consists of Viveca Bently,

COO and Franklin Trask's

right-hand woman at Trask Global Hedge Fund;

Spencer Trask, a former NFL tight end,

who was briefly a VP at Trask Global until a month ago;

Patricia Collacello, Spencer's model girlfriend;

and Mickey Karlyle, a Des Moines schoolteacher,

who has been best friends with Ainsley Trask

since they were children.

And finally, the host of the party, Franklin Trask,

a billionaire with a capital B,

and his newlywed wife, Ainsley,

a successful corporate attorney.

♪ ♪

For those of you who don't know me,

my name is Dr. Emilia Priestly, game author.

And on behalf of our CEO, Carlos Del Fuego,

I want to welcome you to Mystery Island.

And allow me to introduce our new new house manager,

or majordomo, and Simmons, her assistant.

- Oh, please, call me Bennett.

Now, before we repair to the veranda for cocktails,

if you could all kindly place your mobile phones

into this black box Simmons has.

- Hang on.

I promised my followers hourly updates.

- Oh, honey.

Hey, you remember that time when you got food poisoning

and you didn't post for like two days?

You actually got more followers.

This is like that.

- Spencer, you're so smart.

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

- Emilia.

At last.

♪ ♪

- It's lovely to meet you.

- It's not something I hear often.

Oh, she is more beautiful than you led me to believe, Frankie.

And no band on that fourth finger.

I cannot believe you're still single.

- I see you're already playing detective, Mrs. Trask.

- I am all in.

I even offered to bet Frankie I could solve the mystery first,

didn't I, my love?

- He didn't take the bet.

But I did.

Get ready to pay up, Ains.

- If both of you wouldn't mind handing in your phones,

we may proceed.

- Where's Spencer?

- It's, uh, good to see you, Emmy.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you're

all enjoying your first looks at Mystery Island.

Your luggage has been taken care of.

Bennett has your keys, and you'll be shown to your rooms.

Once you are all there, you will find the first clue

that will begin the game.

- Can you tell us where the body is?

- That's all part of the mystery, Ms. Collacello,

but I can assure you, among the people assembled here,

there is a killer.

- Delightful.

This is already so much fun.

- Come on, Franklin.

Let's not waste time looking at views.

I've got a murder to solve.

- You OK? - Fine.

- You don't look fine. - No?

How do I look?

- Understandably addled at being

face-to-face with the man you almost married

and his abrasive new wife.

- You think she's abrasive?

- She makes sandpaper look like silk.

Frankly, from one extreme to the other.

- Are you suggesting I'm not abrasive?

- Or obnoxious or entitled or any of Ainsley's other

in-your-face qualities.

- Listen, I should tell you--

- I told Viveca I forgot my key.

She's already decided to be my partner in crime solving.

And she keeps pumping me with questions about archaeology,

and I'm just inventing answers.

- Janey, you were supposed to study.

- You know how I feel about studying, Em.

What about you?

Have they asked you about being a mobster?

- Well, when someone asked me what business I'm in, I say,

that's my business.

- Oh, now that's good.

Oh, and I must say, Franklin does seem quite into his wife.

- Well, he did manage to slip me this.

- What is it?

"I have to see you alone.

Tell me where and when."

I knew it.

- What did you know?

- Well, that he is still in love with you.

- You just said he was attached to his wife.

- Oh, he's overcompensating, clearly.

When are you going to meet him?

- I'm not sure that I am.

- Come on, just to find out.

- Loretta, did you find your key?

- Sure did.

- Mr. Callahan, you heard what Dr. Priestly said.

We all have to unlock our doors to get the game started.

- Let's do it.

♪ ♪

- You all got here rather quickly.

- Yeah, the riddle you had us work out wasn't hard.

- I thought it was.

- Yeah, you made that clear, Spencer.

- Once Ainsley pretty brilliantly

figured out that each of the boards in our rooms

featured a different part of an anagram.

- I remember having a hand in that deduction, Mickey.

- Yeah, I guess you helped a little.

- These detective kits are so adorbs.

Do we get to keep them? - Yeah.

- Yay.

- OK, we're here at the hidden hut, so where next?

- 12 years ago, when this island was just the home

to Evelyn Murtaugh and her son, John, the sommelier

on their staff disappeared.

His name was Ricardo Rincon.

The Murtaughs only realized he was

missing when the police came to the island looking for him.

Ricardo had been identified as part

of a gold smuggling operation.

- Did he live in the hut?

- Yes, he did.

- Ah, you keeping up, Ains?

- Of course, the police searched his lodgings,

but they found no gold.

Might you have better luck?

- Oh, you better believe we will.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Some boxes we can go through.

- Go for it.

♪ ♪

- Looks like this is a fake floor.

Let's try this.

Found something.

- That was fast.

- Hey, guys, over here.

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

- Whoa.

- Thoughts, Mickey?

Mickey teaches biology.

- Well, it's-- it's a human.

- [sputters] Obviously, it's human, Mick.

- Yes, Spencer, if you let me finish--

human male.

And judging by the degree of desiccation,

I'd say he's been here for at least 10 years.

- Oh, so this definitely could be Ricardo Rincon?

- Yes.

Do you know if Rincon was missing his three left fingers?

- Well, I didn't know him personally,

but no, I don't think so.

- OK, so maybe this is someone else.

- Or maybe this is Ricardo Rincon,

and he was being interrogated right here.

What do you think to that possibility, Sean?

- Why you asking me?

- Well, you just seem like the kind

of businessman who's been involved

in some tough discussions.

- There are marks on his ribs.

Knife wounds, I'd say.

He's probably been stabbed many times.

♪ ♪

- Here's a knife.

There might be dry blood on it.

- Loretta, look at this.

How old would you say this is?

- Ooh.

Well, it isn't an artifact.

- Right?

Double letter R on the hilt.

- So possibly Ricardo stabbed this man here.

- Or Ricardo was killed with his own knife.

- Look at this map.

It's written in some sort of code.

- Franklin is brilliant with code.

- Hey, check it out.

Some kind of journal.

- Like a diary.

- No, it's more like a log.

It's in code, too.

- Well, maybe Franklin can help with that.

He's brilliant with code.

- I'm brilliant at most things, Ains.

- I know you are, honey.

- It would be good to know more about Ricardo.

Did he grow up poor and that's why he turned to crime?

Sometimes I think if I weren't beautiful,

I would have been a criminal.

- Man, there's tons of files here.

I say we take that and the map back to the house,

get a better look at them.

♪ ♪

- What do you think?

- The letters are clearly jumbled.

But look at the dots.

This could be a variant cipher.

- How did you learn to do this?

- In college.

I was bored.

- That's so you, to learn code because you're bored.

♪ ♪

- You had such a swift victory locating the hidden room.

Are you generously allowing others

a chance at a breakthrough?

- Once you get to know me, you'll see what

an absurd question that is.

You said Ricardo Rincon was the sommelier?

- Mm-hmm.

- Where's the wine cellar?

- I'll show you.

So if I get to know you better,

why would I realize that was an absurd question

to think you might want to support the others?

- You're the psychiatrist.

What do you think?

- I think you play to win.

- Always have.

You know what,

I get what Franklin sees in you.

If we'd met under different circumstances,

we might be good friends.

- Do you have many good friends?

- Oh, it's not been a forte of mine.

I have Mickey.

- Who clearly adores you.

But then it is easy to be friends

with people from your past who live a thousand miles away.

- You know what?

Franklin warned me you didn't pull your punches.

- Yeah, I should tell you that the police did search

this cellar when Ricardo disappeared,

and that was years ago.

- Well, it looks like they clearly

missed this switch in here.

[tense music]

Well, looky there.

Our boy, Ricardo, sure liked his hidden rooms.

Shall we?

♪ ♪

Bingo.

- You handled that well, Ainsley.

♪ ♪

Impressive.

- I'm not done.

See these dust patterns on the floor?

Some bigger, some not.

Someone's been moving the gold out a bit at a time.

♪ ♪

- Are you suggesting a staff member?

- I don't know.

♪ ♪

A piece of what's left of Ricardo's smuggled gold,

and the motive for his murder.

Whoever tortured him in that basement below the hut that day

must have finally gotten the gold's location out of him.

That bar comes from a crate in a secret room

off the wine cellar.

But based on dust patterns on the floor,

there had to be more than one crate down there at a time.

- Someone's been moving the gold out gradually.

- That's what I thought, Frankie.

- Is she a genius or what?

- Ready to pay up on our bet, Spencer?

- Hey, whoa. You haven't won yet.

We're supposed to find out who killed Ricardo.

- Well, Dr. Priestly thinks we should look at staff members.

- Well, that makes sense.

- Yeah, but if a staff member killed Ricardo,

they would have been able to take the gold all at once.

I think our culprit is more likely a person who's

come down here several times in the last 12 years, who would

have brought an empty suitcase here and taken it

back loaded with stolen gold.

Sean, how many times have you been to Mystery Island?

- A handful.

- You fly privately?

Nice way to avoid TSA.

And what business are you in exactly?

- Import-export.

- So the mob.

Can I go to your room and see if you have a--

I don't know, an empty suitcase fortified for extra weight?

♪ ♪

- Go for it.

♪ ♪

- OK, if we track this code to here

and then, Patricia, what have you got?

- Well, it doesn't look like Morse code.

It's the Fibonacci sequence.

- Oh.

- Has anyone ever solved a game this quickly?

- Never on the first day, only once on the second.

This is uncanny.

- Mrs. Trask is quite--

well, she's quite something.

- Yeah.

We worked so hard on the red herrings,

getting the coding just right.

♪ ♪

- What's the combination, Sean?

- 617.

- Boston area code.

Of course.

Well, it wasn't completely empty.

Sean is the smuggler and likely the killer of Ricardo Rincon.

[chuckles]

Case closed.

- Well done, Ains.

[applause]

- Loretta, are you involved?

- That's not Loretta.

That's Emilia's best friend, Janey Alcott.

- The COO of Mystery Island.

- Indeed.

Well, it's lovely to meet you all as my-- as my true self.

And a hearty congratulations to Mrs. Trask

for correctly solving the mystery.

- Impressive, Ains.

- The quickest solve yet, I'd say.

- She is special.

Does she get a special prize?

- Yes, all game winners get a special prize, yes,

but allow me to introduce you to Jason Trent, who,

along with Emilia, make up our game writing team

and took on the role of Sean.

- It's nice to meet everybody.

- Clever narrative, you two.

- We thought so.

- Why don't we all meet on the veranda

for a celebratory drink?

- Sounds good. - Yes?

♪ ♪

- [laughs]

Ah, and you were all getting caught up in maps and codes.

And I just thought, well, you all know the expression,

follow the money.

I'm not talking about you, Money.

- Ha.

- Forgive me. I don't follow.

- Ainsley's nickname for me is "Money" because it's what

I look after for Franklin.

- Anyway, Sean's big mistake was not

figuring out a way all those years

ago how to take the gold in one fell swoop.

I mean, if you're going to rob somebody,

you don't do it a little bit at a time.

Don't you agree, Money?

- Too true, Ainsley.

- Anyway, Janey, about that partial refund--

- Ainsley, come on.

Please.

There's still plenty to do on this gorgeous island

this weekend.

In fact, Janey, I'm so glad you're here.

Now that the game is finished,

I'd love to chat to you about a potential investment

in this enterprise.

- What, from you?

- From Trask Global.

I believe you know one of my board members, Piper Plunkett.

- Piper, yes, she's my second cousin on my mother's side.

Ah.

Well, how lovely.

Gosh, I haven't seen her since her father's third wedding.

- Ladies and gentlemen, dinner will be served in the dining

room in one hour.

A gentle reminder that we require

all guests to be in formal wear for this evening's meal.

Thank you. - Come on, babe.

Let's go get ready.

- Well, that was quite unexpected.

- Ainsley solving the game in record time?

- No, no, Piper, my second cousin,

being on Franklin's board.

And yes, Ainsley as well.

- Janey, I want to caution you in the strongest language

possible not to entertain the idea of bringing

these people into the company.

- Em, it isn't these people.

It's a billion-dollar hedge fund.

And I know-- I know it's managed by Franklin.

- Franklin isn't my problem.

It's his wife.

- Yeah, I realize she can be brusque.

- I don't care about that.

I care about how she managed to solve our mystery so quickly.

And I intend to find out.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- She's furious.

- Yes, well spotted, Jason.

♪ ♪

- Ladies and gentlemen, please, be seated.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps] What are you doing?

- Meeting you, like you asked.

- Why didn't you use the normal path?

- Well, I didn't want people to know where I was going.

- Right.

Sorry for being startled.

- Sorry for startling you.

And thanks for the meet.

- Well, you can thank Ainsley for that.

- I don't follow.

- Is she a big mystery fan?

Constantly reading whodunits?

- No, not at all.

But, I mean, I didn't come here to talk about Ainsley.

I came here because I made a huge mistake.

- Franklin, if this is about us--

- Of course, it's about us, Emmy.

Look, I-- I think I married Ainsley

because I wanted to prove to myself that I

still wasn't in love with you.

But the joke's on me.

Because guess what...

I'm still in love with you.

- I knew it.

I wish I could say I was surprised.

[dramatic music]

- Ainsley, hang on.

♪ ♪

- You OK?

- Not really.

But we should follow them.

- You're being unreasonable.

- Don't gaslight me, Franklin.

I know what I heard.

- What did you hear?

- My husband professing his love for his ex.

I arranged this whole vacation to test him.

And you failed.

You're a cheat.

And you.

Oh, you were just ready to fall back into his arms.

- I did nothing of the sort, and there

was no cheating going on.

That's you projecting your own behavior.

- Well, what's that supposed to mean?

- You don't like whodunits, yet you solved

our game in record time.

- It's called being smart, which I thought you were.

- Ainsley, please, don't do this.

- I'm doing what needs to be done, Money.

I would like my own room tonight, please.

And I'll be leaving tomorrow morning.

When I get back to New York, I'll be filing for divorce.

And I will bleed you dry.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Ah.

Thanks, buddy.

- I should go check on Ains.

I'm sure she'll be back to her usual self by tomorrow.

- [laughs]

Oh, champ, I hate to break it to you.

This is her real self.

- You've never liked her.

- And you're in love with her.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Oh, please stop arguing.

This isn't helping anyone.

♪ ♪

- Bennett, is it possible one of your staff

shared details of the mystery script with Ainsley?

- I do hope not.

I'll start interviewing them immediately.

- Thank you.

- I'd be shocked if one of the staff sold us out like this.

- I don't like the idea, either,

but I am certain Ainsley cheated.

- We'll see what Bennett finds.

In the meantime, I think we should all get some sleep.

- ♪ I don't think I'll ever get ♪

♪ used to these shifting signs ♪

♪ As time falls through my hands ♪

♪ And the ground is giving way ♪

♪ Despite my best laid plans ♪

♪ It's all out of my hands ♪

♪ Unraveling ♪

[knocking on door]

- Sorry to wake you, Emmy, but Ainsley's not in her room.

I can't find her anywhere.

- Are you sure she's not already down at the dock

waiting for the boat?

- No, she's not.

- Her bags are still in the room, and I just don't--

- Franklin, you go for breakfast.

We will sort this.

- OK.

OK, thank you.

- Have you told Janey and Jason?

- Yes, they're meeting at her room,

and I've got the staff searching the grounds.

- OK.

Let me get dressed, and I'll meet them there.

- Toiletries in the bathroom.

- The bed's unmade.

So clearly, she slept here.

- Didn't Ainsley have four pieces of luggage?

♪ ♪

- And now there's only three.

Well spotted, Em.

- We searched every room and communal area

in the mansion, as well as the nearby grounds.

There's no sign of her.

We could press on to other parts of the resort.

- Let's do that.

I want to check places we know Ainsley's been.

Start in the hidden hut and the wine cellar.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Wow.

Everything here is as we left it.

- Should we check the basement?

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

- She's dead.

♪ ♪

- The carotid artery was cut.

- The killer was angry.

- Or thorough.

- Time of death?

- Ballpark between 12:00 and 2:00.

- Her hand.

- Yeah, I saw that.

- It looks like an S. Well, the guest is Spencer.

- And the only staff member is Simmons.

I'll go and check the security cameras,

see what his movements were.

- Ray and I will go tell Franklin.

♪ ♪

Franklin, when I'm not writing murder

games for Mystery Island, I'm a detective on the mainland.

This is Ray Romero, the chief of police.

- I'm grateful to you both.

Do you have any leads?

- I regret to inform you, Mr. Trask, that your wife

was murdered last night.

- Murdered?

Are you sure?

- Quite sure, sir.

- I don't-- what happened?

- That's what we intend to find out.

- Where was she?

- The hidden hut.

She was killed sometime between midnight and 2:00 a.m.

- This is--

- It's a lot to take in.

I know.

- Look, I-- I realize everyone in this room is

thinking about what happened between

Ainsley and I last night.

And I want to be clear.

I loved Ainsley and absolutely would

have given her the divorce if that's what she really wanted.

And my guests and I will-- will stay here on this island

until the killer's been arrested.

- We appreciate that cooperation, sir.

- I need to interview everyone here.

- Starting with Spencer?

- You, actually.

Everyone, could I have your attention, please?

I'm a detective, and this is Ray Romero,

the chief of police.

I regret to inform you that Ainsley's been killed.

[tense music]

- Oh, no.

♪ ♪

- [crying]

- OK, Emilia, so explain why--

- I expect Jason told you that I was engaged to Franklin

nearly seven years ago and Franklin gave me a note

upon arriving here, insisting we meet in private, that he

told me last night that he was still in love with me,

which Ainsley heard, as did Jason.

And this led to the row that the Trasks had,

her threats of divorce, et cetera, et cetera.

- Yes, so you understand--

- I do, and as Jason also knows,

I was adamantly opposed to Franklin and his party

coming to this island.

It was me who ended our engagement.

- Why?

- It was a mistake.

I was in love with Franklin at first,

but I wasn't willing to move to New York.

And he certainly wasn't gonna go to London.

So we were long distance for nearly a year.

And then he suddenly proposed, promising to relocate

his business to London.

And I accepted.

But as the months passed, it became

clear I was just another deal he needed to close,

so I ended it.

- So why did you meet with him in secret down on the beach?

- Because I believed Ainsley cheated at the game,

and I had some questions I wanted to ask

Franklin to help me prove it.

- Did you succeed?

- I learned she's not in the least

bit interested in whodunits.

- What do you think about this theory?

- I think Emilia is right.

- And where were you between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?

- Asleep.

I had an aperitif in my room to take the edge off,

and it did its job rather thoroughly.

- OK.

Well, thank you, Emilia.

I hope you understand that we can't at this time

include you on this side of the table.

Could you ask Franklin to join us?

- Of course.

♪ ♪

- I had an aperitif last night as well,

and it did quite a number on me.

I passed out in the chair in my room.

I don't know why anyone would want to drug us,

but I need to order a few tox screens.

- Sure.

♪ ♪

- Franklin, the police would like to talk

to you in the dining room.

Janey.

- What is it?

- I think I'm being treated as a suspect.

- Well, yes, of course.

I assumed so, given them questioning you.

Jealousy is a powerful motive for murder.

- I haven't seen Franklin in seven years.

- Yeah, and the first day that you do,

you're exchanging love declarations on the beach.

- Not exchanging. It was him to me.

- Oh, no, Em, darling, I don't think in a million years

you had anything to do with Ainsley's murder.

I'm just positing the kind of hypotheticals Jason is.

- Oh, Jason, who knows me.

- Yes, and I don't think for a moment

that Jason thinks you're the suspect, either.

But he has to do his due diligence as a detective.

Wouldn't you agree?

- Yes, of course.

I did tell Ray about my suspicions

that Ainsley cheated, but I'm not

sure he's convinced it's connected to her murder

and will pursue it.

♪ ♪

- Then we shall.

- So there are some motives among these guests for perhaps

wanting Ainsley dead.

- Yes, starting with her husband, who hardly convinced

me with his stoic speech.

- Before we go there, we should think

about how Ainsley cheated.

I know after her interviews, Bennett said

her staff were above reproach.

But I would kind of like to search their rooms.

- Well, Em, I'm COO.

That's corporate property.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Janey.

- Ainsley's fourth suitcase.

♪ ♪

- It appears my theory was correct.

♪ ♪

- $50,000.

- And this is likely just the payout.

I bet Ainsley gave the same amount in advance.

- What are you doing?

[both gasp]

♪ ♪

- Get Jason.

♪ ♪

- Jason!

♪ ♪

- Emilia?

Emilia, wake up.

Hey.

- Hey.

What's going on?

- Janey came running to tell me that you were chasing Simmons.

- Right.

Oh. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Lay back.

- Yeah, I think that might be best.

- You've got quite a knot on the back of your head.

Did you see Simmons?

- No, he must have been waiting for me.

Got behind me.

- We'll find him.

We need to get you to the infirmary.

I can carry you. - OK.

Oh.

Hang on.

Thank you for being here.

- Of course.

And listen, I'm sorry we had to grill you like that earlier.

- I'm sorry if I was a bit short with you.

- More with Ray.

- [laughs]

- Do you really think I murdered the wife of my ex?

- Do you really think I think you did?

- No.

I know you're just doing your job.

- Do you have conflicted feelings about Franklin?

- I do.

The feelings in conflict are a great deal of pity,

a small amount of nostalgia, and confusion

at how I ever could have said yes to marrying him.

- I can think of a few reasons someone would marry the guy,

but I don't think you care about those reasons.

- You know me well.

I think I can stand up now.

- Go slow.

- Oh, the suitcase and money in Simmons' room.

- Janey and Ray are taking care of that.

- I was thinking it was the payout.

- We'll definitely check to see if Simmons opened

an offshore account in the last month

where Ainsley could have wired the advance,

but it looks like you were right.

She's so competitive, she spent a hundred grand to win a game.

- I think it's more than competition.

I think she wanted to prove to Franklin

that she's smarter than me.

- I think she knew Franklin was still in love with you.

And if she spent all that money just

to hear him declare that love to you, then maybe

she went to Simmons and asked for her money back.

- And perhaps he refused.

She threatened him, and he killed her?

Are you gonna bring more police over to search for him?

- I think a better use of manpower

is to shut down the docks so he can't get off the island.

He didn't plan for this.

He'll get hungry and thirsty soon enough then surface.

But now I don't know why anyone drugged our aperitif.

- Our aperitifs?

- Yeah, I had mine last night.

Same reaction.

I fell asleep way too fast.

I have Ray running tox screens.

You ready to head back?

I've got a few more suspects to interview.

- I'm happy to help with that.

- I'm sure you are, but technically,

you're still a suspect.

- Oh, my God.

- If you and Janey want to continue your investigation--

- We just might.

- Just don't chase anyone in the jungle, OK?

- Look straight ahead.

Follow.

The good news is you're not concussed.

For the headache.

And you need to rest.

- Thank you, Rosie.

- You're welcome.

- So to your room.

- Oh, I'm not resting.

There's a killer among us.

- But Simmons.

- I'm not convinced it was him.

- So?

- So Jason and Ray are doing interviews.

We should do our own, our way.

- Look, I watch a lot of true crime,

and I know the husband is always suspect numero uno,

OK, but I'm telling you, Franklin isn't a good guy, OK?

He's a great guy.

- Yet you left his company a month ago.

- That had nothing to do with Franklin, man.

- What did it have to do with?

- Ainsley.

She wanted me out, so I got out.

Look, before you go thinking that's a motive,

I make a ton of money on my endorsements.

And now I got more time for Patricia, so it's all good.

- Why would Ainsley want you out?

- I mean, look, I don't want to speak ill about the dead, OK?

But she was a controlling monster.

But look, the NFL is full of people like her, OK?

No biggie.

- Where were you between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?

- Passed out. Me and Patricia both.

Jet lag, I guess.

Hey, listen, Frankie said that Ainsley paid up a member

of staff to cheat the game.

Was it that Simmons guy?

- Why would you think that?

- Well, you know, suddenly he's not around.

I bet he's got to be top of the suspect list, right?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Franklin?

How you doing?

- Honestly, I'm wrung out.

Your detective friend asked me about a prenup,

which, of course, we had.

Ainsley was bluffing when she threatened to bleed

me financially in a divorce.

- Is that typical of her, bluffing?

- Well, she's a corporate lawyer.

It's what she does.

Did.

Every day.

I'm sorry.

- No, don't apologize, please.

- It's just I know I told you my marriage was a mistake,

but that doesn't mean I didn't care about her.

And it's hard not to think that one of the people

I brought here is responsible.

- Franklin, it seems that Em was correct.

Ainsley was cheating at the game.

- I was thinking about that.

Ainsley came down here to the mainland

a few weeks ago, supposedly to see a client,

but now I'm not sure.

- Well, it does appear that she was paying one of our staff

quite a lot of money.

- Well, there you go.

- Why?

Why would she want to win so badly?

- To humiliate the game's author?

- And humiliate me.

She's been trying to do that since my honeymoon was over.

It's why she brought Mickey with us.

I'm pretty sure they're having an affair.

I told Detective Trent.

- Where is Mickey?

- I think he's just gone to talk to the detectives.

- Thanks, Franklin.

[tense music]

I'm not comfortable breaking into a guest's room.

- Shh, we are not breaking in.

We're just going in there to retrieve my property.

♪ ♪

- I can't.

- Well, I'm going in.

♪ ♪

- Oh.

- Ainsley and I were high school sweethearts.

We split up freshman year of college.

It was her idea.

And I hadn't seen her for years until our class

reunion last year.

Then, a month after that, I was in New York for a conference,

and we connected.

She'd just got back from her honeymoon.

- How did she seem?

- Usual.

Intense, driven, funny, like, 10 steps ahead of

everyone else.

- How many times did you see her after that?

- A few.

- And your relationship was strictly platonic?

- Why would you ask that?

Ainsley is-- was totally committed to her husband.

- She seemed so ready to divorce him.

- Ains was the president of the theater club in high school.

She's a drama queen.

I figured she and Franklin would kiss and make up.

- Where were you last night between midnight and 2:00?

- I went to my room around 11:00.

I tried to finish my book, but I nodded off pretty fast.

- Thank you, Mickey.

Viveca, can we chat?

- Of course, detective.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I was hoping there'd be a tranche of love letters

between him and Ainsley.

- Well, this isn't that, but it is quite curious.

- Mom's book?

Probably borrowed it from our library.

- No, this is Mickey's personal copy.

And it's quite annotated.

[keys rattling]

♪ ♪

- Well, we need to follow him.

He's going to commit another murder.

♪ ♪

- I'm just devastated.

I adored Ainsley.

She was a real ally on the company board.

- Were you friends outside of work?

- Oh, yeah.

- But she had that nickname for you.

- Money?

Detective, you must be assuming that that is derogatory.

In our world, it's really quite the compliment.

- Can you imagine why anyone would want to do this to her?

- No.

Oh.

- I'm sorry to ask, but where were

you between midnight and 2:00?

- I was asleep.

I rarely make it past 11:00.

♪ ♪

- This is a mess.

- No, it's not. It's OK.

- No, it's not OK.

Ainsley is dead.

I'm stuck on this island.

I--

- Put that away.

- No, I am owed.

I'm owed.

♪ ♪

- I've got Mickey.

- I've got Viveca.

♪ ♪

- Hello?

Is there anyone in there?

- Can I help you?

- I wanted to turn this in.

Can you make sure it's not the murder weapon?

- We'll take a look.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

- I mean, Ainsley was totally brilliant,

but she was a horrible person.

I tried being a good sister to her,

but she had zero time for me.

So whatever.

I moved on.

- Were you upset when she forced Spencer

out of Franklin's company?

- Oh, did Spencer tell you that?

Who runs the company?

- So you're saying Franklin forced out his own brother?

- I'm saying he brought Spencer in there

because NFL players are a big deal.

They get people excited, right?

Which is what Spencer was doing.

But then Franklin comes to Spencer

and says he believes he's trying to edge Franklin out

of his own company, which Spencer was

totally not doing, obviously.

Even though he's totally smart and could do it.

And Spencer would maybe be upset with me

for telling you this, but I was furious with Franklin

for a minute there.

I mean, I could have killed him, literally,

but I calmed down.

Spence always says family first.

So anyway, all good now.

Except Ainsley being murdered.

- Except that.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- There you are.

So I tailed Viveca back here, where she met up with Franklin

and gave him a very familiar shoulder massage.

- How did he receive it?

- Quite comfortably.

And then he poured them some wine

and they went up to his room.

- I noticed them being comfortable yesterday.

- Hey, what about Mickey?

- Well, he went to the hidden hut.

- What, are you joking?

Isn't that where the forensics people are?

- Yes, they are, which is why he went.

He turned in-- he turned in the knife.

- What, the one he threatened Viveca with?

- I'm not sure he was threatening her.

- He was most certainly was threatening her.

- Think about his body language.

He backed away from her.

He held the knife low and close to himself.

And then he bolted from her.

- After shouting that she owed him.

- He actually said, I'm owed, which not to be a language

obsessive, doesn't necessarily mean

Viveca is the one who owes him whatever

he feels like he's owed.

- Ah, fair point, Miss Criminal Psychiatrist.

- That's Dr. Miss Criminal Psychiatrist, please.

- [laughs] OK, so-- so he handed him

in the knife and then what?

- He went to the beach and looked at the ocean.

- Is he still there?

- I don't know.

While I was watching him, I had a thought.

So I-- I went and got his Murtaugh book.

And look what I found among the annotations.

- "Even an amateur, a person utterly unskilled at murder,

"can walk up to a seated person from behind with a sharp 4-inch

"blade and cut their carotid artery

as easy as slicing a lemon."

Ray said that Ainsley's carotid artery--

- Is what the killer cut.

♪ ♪

- But this is hardly proof we can take to Jason.

- Yeah, you're right.

We need to get back to our murder board

and think this all through.

♪ ♪

- Now, I know it's a cliché, but before Mickey's book,

I was thinking that Franklin was the prime suspect

and his motive was to get out of his marriage.

Do you think he's capable of murder?

- Every human being is capable of murder,

given the right circumstances.

But I'm not sure these are them for Franklin.

- Right.

OK, so pivoting to our second suspect,

Mickey, who was studying how to cut a carotid artery.

What if he was still in love with Ainsley

the same way that Franklin is still in love with you?

- Ainsley threatens divorce.

Mickey goes to Ainsley, professes his love.

- But she rejects him, and he kills her.

- Extreme but possible.

We also need to know what he's owed.

- Oh, definitely.

- And Spencer, who is clear on his dislike of Ainsley,

is our third suspect.

And fourth suspect--

- Is obviously Simmons.

He was being paid by Ainsley to help her cheat.

Maybe she didn't pay him the second half

after everything blew up and he killed her for the money.

- That's a big maybe.

We also know he was in his room from midnight until 2:00 a.m.

Speaking of which, did I tell you I fell

asleep crazy fast last night?

Apparently, Jason did, too, so he's running

toxicology on the aperitifs.

- And I also fell asleep uncommonly early,

having drunk my aperitif.

- Really?

- Yes, what if this was the murderer putting the three

investigative geniuses on the island out of commission

so that the murder could be committed?

Well, Jason needs to test my aperitif as well.

- OK, well, someone would have had to have stolen

a passkey from housekeeping.

- That's hardly impossible.

- And gotten into our rooms yesterday evening

to spike the drinks.

- Oh.

♪ ♪

- Janey, Ray and I are ready to talk to you.

- Oh, yes, of course.

- Making headway?

- Some.

- Anything you can share?

- Nothing I can share.

- Of course.

- I'm glad you all are doing this

and not chasing people through the jungle.

- Janey thinks her drink might have been spiked, too.

- The aperitif? - Yes.

- We're testing the residue from all the glasses.

Janey?

- Be back, Em.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[knocking on door]

Are you busy?

- Just get out of the bath.

Come on in.

- I'll just pop to the loo while you get dressed.

♪ ♪

- I'm dressed.

- I'm coming.

♪ ♪

- So what's up?

- I was wondering if I could show

you my favorite place on the island

to look at the night sky.

- Yeah, sounds great.

- So how did Mrs. Trask communicate with you

prior to this weekend?

- All via email, which made it much easier

to appear incognito as Loretta Mayberry,

archaeologist from California.

Do you like the accent?

- Impressive.

- Janey, in any of those communications,

did Ainsley ask for an employee list?

- Yes, in fact, she did.

Are you thinking that's how she got to Simmons?

- Yeah.

- Ugh.

She just said she had security concerns

and that she was paying VIP prices, so I gave her the list.

But as I said to her, none of our employees

have a criminal record.

- That is true, but we learned from Bennett

that Simmons's sister is a single mother battling cancer.

He started an online fundraising campaign

for her about a month ago.

- So that might be his motive for selling secrets to Ainsley?

- I believe it is.

- Well, suddenly I'm feeling terribly for Simmons.

♪ ♪

- Wow.

Lovely.

- It is lovely.

Hard to believe this is where I found the corpse

of Mystery Island's founder.

- Gosh, I mean, that must have been awful.

- Not my first time seeing a corpse.

- Right.

Of course.

Well, today was my first day, identifying her body.

Why'd you bring me up here, Emmy?

- Emmy.

You know, nobody's called me that since--

- Since you broke off our engagement?

Are you trying to dodge the question?

- I brought you up here to what I

thought you'd think was a decidedly romantic locale

but is, in fact, for me, something quite the opposite.

- OK, so this is an object lesson in how incompatible

we are.

- I said I didn't want you to come to Mystery Island,

but a part of me did want to see you again

because I wanted closure.

And I wish you could admit that you need that, too, because you

are not in love with me.

- Did you forget what I told you on the beach?

- No, and I'd like to know why that happened,

but here's the thing.

If you're so in love with me, why wait

for your wife to bring you to my place of work

and then make your move?

Yeah.

It's a good question, isn't it?

I have a reply.

I believe you wanted Ainsley to see you with me.

I think you told her you were going for a walk on the beach.

I think it might have been Ainsley

who was no longer in love with you, who no longer adored you.

♪ ♪

I've been thinking a lot about our relationship,

about why it remained transatlantic for so long.

- Our jobs.

- No, that's the surface answer.

The deeper one is

absence makes the heart grow fonder.

- So you're speaking in cliches now?

- They're only cliches because they're true.

I think you liked the distance because it allowed

me to keep adoring you.

And you want to be adored, Franklin.

- OK, Emmy.

So tell me then, did I kill Ainsley?

I mean, that's the deeper reason why you

brought me up here, isn't it?

To press my buttons, see how I respond.

See if I fit into your psychological profile

for my wife's killer.

♪ ♪

- Did you kill Ainsley?

- I loved Ainsley.

♪ ♪

And I believe--

♪ ♪

--I'm still in love with you.

♪ ♪

But you're right.

I absolutely love to be adored.

♪ ♪

But I did not kill my wife.

Do you believe me?

♪ ♪

- He's a monster!

Help!

- Help, please!

- Mr. Trask, stop that.

- Spencer, buddy, enough!

- OK, OK, I'm good. - Is he all right?

- I think not.

He needs to go to the infirmary.

- What are you doing?

- What am I doing?

This guy killed your wife.

- We don't know that.

- Yeah?

Well, you also didn't know what I know,

that rats always go back to their holes.

So me and Patricia waited for him.

He was trying to sneak back in. - Is that true?

- Of course it is.

Spencer doesn't lie.

He grabbed him and told him to go confess

to you for killing Ainsley.

- He said he didn't kill Ainsley.

I was like, then why did you go on the run?

- And then he actually tried to headbutt Spencer.

- We have security cameras in the dorm hallway.

We know Simmons was in his room from midnight to 2:00.

- Oh, he could have snuck back in that window.

- He's got a point.

- He does.

But, Spencer, not only are you a suspect,

you are under arrest for assault.

- Are you joking?

- Patricia, I'm investigating a homicide,

and your husband is interfering with that investigation.

- Do I need to put these on you,

or you coming peacefully with me back to the jail?

- Yeah, no need, man.

- Come on.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I think Jason needs our help.

We need to show him Mickey's book.

- Well, be prepared to face his wrath when

we tell him how we got it.

- Wrath, I can handle.

We need to solve this case before somebody

else winds up dead.

♪ ♪

- Hey.

- How's he doing?

- Stable but not talking yet.

What's up? - Can we talk?

- Of course.

- I spoke with Franklin earlier.

I wanted to see if I could get him to tell me the truth.

- About Ainsley or about you?

- Both, and about himself.

- How'd he do?

- Well, with most people, the tell that they're lying

is a gesture of obfuscation.

- Yeah, playing with their hair or fidgeting.

- Exactly.

But with Franklin, the tell that he's lying

is he doesn't seem to be obfuscating at all.

He just looks at you with the most penetrating gaze.

- So he's a sociopath?

- I don't think so, no.

Just a man of profound conviction.

- And he did this penetrating gaze thing

when he was telling you what?

- That he was in love with Ainsley and with me.

- So you think--

- Franklin's always had one true love, himself.

But I don't think he killed Ainsley.

- Who do you think did?

- Well, Janey thinks Mickey is a strong candidate-- the knife

he gave to forensics.

- How do you know about that?

♪ ♪

- Uh, we saw him in the jungle meeting with Viveca.

- Emilia.

- We kept a safe distance, but they

were arguing about something.

- What?

- Well, it was hard to hear because we

were keeping a safe distance.

But he did shout, I'm owed.

And then he showed her this knife, which concerned me.

So I followed him to the hut, and I saw him turn it in.

- There was no blood on it, but we're having

it checked for DNA and prints.

- OK, well, he's also been reading this.

- And how did you come about this?

- Does that matter?

- For chain of custody in a trial, it certainly does.

- Well, we can discuss that later.

But you see all the notations?

- Well, he is a school teacher.

Maybe it's his first class.

- He teaches biology, not creative writing.

And look at this passage.

- "Cut their carotid artery as easy as slicing a lemon."

- Yeah.

Oh, also, there's a prescription

for Ainsley for temazepam, the sleeping medication

in Franklin's bathroom.

- Well, how do you--

- Well, I was using his bathroom,

and I searched his toiletries.

- It was definitely Ainsley's?

- Definitely.

I'm thinking of our aperitifs.

- Yeah, me, too.

We'll know for a fact in the morning.

- What?

- Even when we're not working together, you deliver.

- Well, I do have Janey.

She might be a bit of an investigative upgrade.

- Trying to make me jealous?

- Is it working?

- Really well.

♪ ♪

- Em?

- Did you just call me Em?

- I did.

Janey calls you that all the time.

Is it a problem?

- Quite the contrary.

- Good.

- Yeah.

So what is it?

- Oh, Ray got back to me with the toxicology reports.

Janey, you, and I all had our aperitifs spiked, which means

you are no longer a suspect.

- And Franklin is your prime suspect.

I'll go fetch him.

- Meet me in the dining room.

No one's in there right now.

- Have you had a breakthrough?

- Of sorts.

- Well, what's that mean?

- Have a seat.

- I'm fine standing.

- Sit down.

♪ ♪

- Are you--

- Dr. Priestly's consulting on the case.

- OK, then.

So what's this about?

- These sleeping pills prescribed to your wife

were not found with her things in her room.

They were found in your dopp kit in your room.

- You were spying on me.

- Franklin, I want to catch your wife's killer.

- And you think it's me?

- Why were these in your room?

- What does it matter?

Ainsley didn't die from an overdose of sleeping pills.

- It's interesting that you're not answering my question.

- What do those pills have to do with her murder?

- Answer the question, Franklin.

- Actually, I don't think I will.

I think I'm going back to my room,

and I want your outside landline

so I can call my lawyer and a pilot to my plane.

- Franklin.

- You've been manipulating me since I got here.

- That's projection.

- This is not the behavior of an innocent man.

- It's the behavior of an annoyed man.

Now, I'm gonna talk to Viveca, and we're

gonna hire the best private detectives in New York

to come down here and do your job for you.

They'll be here tomorrow, along with my lawyers,

who will have my brother released.

I am done cooperating.

♪ ♪

- That went well.

I better call Ray and let him know what happened.

I doubt the others will talk to us now, either.

- Mickey might.

We just have to get him alone now.

- And do what?

- Employ a psychological technique to get him to tell

us about what he's owed.

- What is this psychological technique?

- It's called bluffing.

♪ ♪

- Has something happened?

- Why?

- Franklin just charged into the game room,

grabbed Viveca, and left.

- The investigation may have taken a turn.

Is Mickey with them?

- No, he's still in there with Patricia.

- I don't feel like being accosted about Spencer.

Could you grab him for us, Bennett?

- Yes, right away.

- So how do we bluff?

- I had a thought.

- Would you like to share it before he--

- Mickey!

Um, would you like to take a stroll with us?

- Um.

- Let's go this way.

So I'm supporting Detective Trent in his investigation now.

- Oh, that's good.

- Yes, it is.

And I just wanted to tell you that I'm sympathetic to what

you're going through.

- Thank you.

- Not just for the loss of Ainsley, but also for Viveca

betraying your trust.

- She told you?

- Mm.

And she seemed quite upset because, according to her,

it was all your idea.

- That's a lie.

Viveca approached me.

- Well, you know, she thinks you believe she owes you.

- Because she does.

OK, maybe to her, to all these people,

it's not a lot of money, but, to me, it is.

- She said 10--

- 10?

No, it's 25 grand, and I can prove that.

We have a contract.

- Did you remind her of that contract?

- She said it's not valid because I didn't get Ainsley

to fall in love with me.

♪ ♪

- Right.

You know, Viveca didn't actually

tell us why she wanted Ainsley to fall in love with you.

- Because Viveca is in love with Franklin.

♪ ♪

- You can't make me go.

We cannot go.

Let me go. - Calm down.

- What is happening?

- These heartless monsters want to go back to New York

and leave Spencer in your jail.

- We're sending lawyers down.

- You think you can buy your way out of anything?

- Stop.

We may not be pressing charges.

When I left Simmons, he was stable.

Bennett, how is he now?

- He's much better.

He's managed a few words, but the nurse says

he needs to rest a bit more.

- That's good news. When can I see him?

- I'd say in an hour.

- I'll have a conversation with him,

which could quite possibly result

in Spencer being released.

- Franklin, we have to stay.

- You have one hour.

♪ ♪

- Jason and I were hoping to talk to you about your contract

with Mickey.

- You told them about our contract?

- You told them about our contract.

- Oh, Mickey.

Yes, let's chat.

♪ ♪

Yes.

The contract was for Mickey to get Ainsley

to fall in love with him.

He got $25,000 on signing and would receive the second half

when Ainsley left Franklin.

- Yesterday, you told me you and Ainsley were friends.

- We are.

Were.

That's how I knew about Mickey.

- And you didn't think to tell me about this contract?

- It has no relevance to Ainsley's murder.

- That is for me to decide.

- It's obviously-- it's quite embarrassing.

- You really did all this because you're

in love with Franklin?

- Mickey told you everything.

It's quite ironic I'm speaking to you

about this, who threw away the most

wonderful man in the world.

And still, he travels thousands of miles just to see you again.

I've seen the way you two look at each other.

Don't tell me you don't know what it's like to be

attracted to a work colleague.

And then, Emilia, imagine Detective Trent here-- he--

he gets married to someone you think

is impressive and likeable.

But she's not you, is she?

And then imagine you find a way to just change things.

- Murder would also be a way to do that.

- Of course, it would.

But then why would I bother to sign a contract with Mickey?

And anyway, I didn't need Mickey to get

Ainsley to leave Franklin.

I needed you.

Now, if that is all, I have some calls

to make on the landline regarding private detectives

we're hiring.

- Of course.

- [sighs]

Hard to argue that if she wanted

Ainsley to leave Franklin--

- She had no motive for murder.

- Janey and I both noticed her being

quite touchy-feely with him.

- Yeah, it tracks, but I don't know.

These people are--

- Twisted?

- Yeah.

- That was clever, what she did, trying

to turn it around on us.

- Very clever.

And she's not wrong.

If you got engaged again, I might try to end it.

[knocking]

- The doctor's given the all clear.

You can see Simmons now.

- Hey.

- I was just telling Simmons that we know

what he did for his sister.

- Hold on, Janey.

Simmons, you need to tell us what you did.

- I gave Ainsley Trask the answer

to the game you guys wrote in exchange for a hundred grand.

- To pay his sister's medical bills, which, Simmons,

you really should have come to us about that.

- I appreciate that, but, Jason, I swear, I had

nothing to do with her murder.

- When's the last time you were with Ainsley?

- Before dinner Friday.

She gave me the money and the pills.

- Pills?

Did Ainsley have you drug the aperitifs in our three rooms?

- I put the pills in everyone's drinks.

Well, everyone except Ainsley and someone else.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- We're closing in on an hour.

- I'm aware of that, Mr. Trask.

They're just tying up some loose ends.

- All right, then.

We're leaving in two minutes, and we'll

be heading down to the dock.

- Without Spencer?

- Patricia, we agreed an hour.

And Spencer has no one else to blame but himself.

- Patricia.

- Spencer.

- Hey, honey.

Oh, did you miss me?

- Yeah.

- Hey, great news.

They've decided not to press charges.

- Terrific. We're going now.

- Hey, Frankie, hold up.

Simmons, look, I--

I'm real sorry for losing my temper.

- I guess we both made mistakes.

- It takes a big man to admit that.

Tough one, too.

I gotta tell you, I hurt my hand there.

You're made of steel. - I appreciate that.

- That's very gracious, Simmons.

I'm glad you're OK.

Now we are leaving.

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- Don't go, Franklin.

Not until we've told you who the murderer is.

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- Is this some stall tactic?

- Not at all.

And I promise if you stay, you'll get your money's worth.

- Yeah, because that's what this whole weekend

has been about, after all.

Not love, money.

- Franklin, this really isn't worth your time.

We need to--

- Hang on, Viv.

- Emmy, what do you mean, this weekend's been about money?

- Janey?

- Right.

Well, as you know, Ainsley reached out to me with a plan

for you all to come down here.

Now, the one requirement was that Emilia be on site

and included.

So it seemed obvious that Ainsley wanted you, Franklin,

to be reconnected with your former love

to ensure that you weren't still holding a flame for her.

- And when Ainsley won the game by cheating,

this seemed it was to prove to you

that she, your current love, was better than me.

- We thought maybe a flame had been

rekindled between Ainsley and her high school

sweetheart, Mickey.

- But then we learned that Mickey had been hired by Viveca

to woo Ainsley away from you because, according to Viveca,

she's in love with you.

- Whoa.

- Excuse me?

Viv, is this--

- Not how I wanted you to learn it, Franklin.

- So it's true?

Mickey?

- Yeah, it's true.

- Franklin, I'd really rather prefer to discuss

this on the flight home.

- We'll get there, believe me.

Continue, please.

- Love is obviously one of the biggest motives for murder.

But when we questioned Viveca, she ably disproved that she

could have killed Ainsley.

- I'm glad you agree.

- And you were so close.

- She gave you that complimentary

nickname, "Money."

- And money is the other top motive for murder.

So what if that was the motive for Ainsley's murder?

- Not the $50,000 that Viveca was paying Mickey.

- Or the $100,000 Ainsley paid Simmons.

- I mean, to most of you, those numbers

are just rounding errors.

- But to commit murder, there needed to be a much

bigger prize at the end.

- Yeah, like Trask Global.

- My company?

- Do you remember what Ainsley said about our fictitious

gold smuggler?

- If you're going to rob someone,

don't do it a bit at a time.

Don't you agree, Money?

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- Ainsley was right.

The character I was playing would

have been smart to find a way to take all

the money in one fell swoop.

- Which is what would have happened if someone had forced

Franklin out of his own company and taken

control of Trask Global for over a billion dollars.

- Whoa, Frankie, I swear, I did not try to do that.

- Even if Spencer had been angling to take over Franklin's

company months ago--

- Uh-uh, Spencer wasn't.

- --we know he didn't kill Ainsley.

He was fast asleep.

- Where were you between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?

- Passed out.

Me and Patricia both.

- In fact, many people had a hard time

staying awake that night, including

Jason, Janey, and myself.

- Because they were drugged with temazepam.

Toxicology confirmed it.

- Naturally, we thought the killer drugged

us to keep us out of the way so the murder could be committed.

- But in quite a stunning twist,

it wasn't the killer who drugged us.

It was the murder victim.

- Which the killer wouldn't have known, of course.

- And Simmons clarified that Ainsley

didn't just pay him to give away the plot of the game.

- She paid him to drug all the drinks in our room.

- All of them but one person's.

- Viveca.

- What?

Are you serious?

- Yeah, they're serious.

Ainsley had me drug all the drinks

except for hers and yours.

- Well, I don't see how this matters.

- It matters because it means that Ainsley was planning

on meeting with you after midnight when Bennett, Simmons,

and the rest of the staff were in their rooms

and when all the guests were sleeping a deep, deep sleep.

- I was sleeping, too.

- Simmons has no motive for lying.

While we were at dinner, he drugged everyone's aperitif,

then put the temazepam back into Franklin

and Ainsley's room.

- Before their fight and before Ainsley moved rooms.

- But he mistakenly put the pill bottle

back in Franklin's dopp kit.

- Ainsley had Simmons do this because she wanted

complete privacy when she presented you

with a contract that would pay her what we can only imagine

is a very large sum of money for her vote.

- You weren't in love with Franklin.

You wanted to take over his company.

- And you spent months wooing board

members away from Franklin.

- And then you got rid of Spencer

and pinned that on Ainsley.

- This is an absurd fantasy.

- But it isn't, though, because don't you remember?

My second cousin is on your board, Piper Plunkett.

She just told me all this on the phone

before I walked in here.

- You needed one more vote to force Franklin out.

You tried to hire Mickey to get leverage over Ainsley,

but that failed.

- Ainsley didn't love Mickey.

Ainsley didn't love Franklin, either.

Ainsley loved money.

And once you understood that, you knew what to do.

- But then something must have happened.

Did Ainsley change the deal at the last minute?

Did she want more money than Money was willing to pay?

- And if Money didn't pay, Ainsley

would simply tell Franklin what Money had been up to.

- Ainsley out-negotiated Money.

- That's what Ainsley was trying to write.

It's not an S.

It's the beginnings of a dollar sign.

- Ainsley was trying to tell us that her killer was Money.

- This is more fantastical than one of your mystery game plots!

- A brilliant woman like Ainsley

would have taken payment with a cashier's

check for maximum secrecy.

Unlike a wire transfer, cashier checks leave no digital trace.

- Give me the check.

Give me the check.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- $10 million made out to Ainsley Trask.

Oh, and endorsed back to you with what I can only expect

is Ainsley's forged signature.

- Viveca Bently, you are under arrest for the murder

of Ainsley Trask.

♪ ♪

- Let's go.

♪ ♪

- Listen, please accept my apology for my behavior.

- You got as twisted as we did with Viveca's lies.

- Thanks for that.

And for all you did.

- Just doing our job.

- I hope it's not another seven years until I see you again.

- Our paths may cross at Viveca's trial.

- Take care of yourself, Emmy.

- Well, I realize the three of you

have been through this before, but an actual murder

in the midst of fictitious ones.

- If you need a couple of days to recover, Bennett--

- Oh, no.

Quite the contrary.

I am extremely proud to be in the company of three such

brilliant investigative minds.

- Thank you.

Why don't we all have a bottle of champagne?

- Oh, why not?

- Emilia and I will join you on the veranda shortly.

- Oh, all right.

Bennett, shall we?

- Oh, baroness, after you.

- What is it?

- I just wanted to say that you handled Franklin really well.

- Oh, as did you.

I was impressed you made it through without smacking him.

- Oh, I was tempted.

I'm sure you were, too.

- I believe I have the right to remain

silent on that, detective.

Jason?

- Em.

- Earlier in the library when you said--

- That if you got engaged again, I would try to stop it.

- Did you want to say why?

- You're the psychiatrist.

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

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