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You won't wanna miss

the explosive season finale

of TV's longest running true crime series:

For the first time in the show's history,

Francesca Carlyle, the world's most successful

TV journalist,

actually becomes the story.

At one of the iconic star's many international estates,

old friends reunite.

But murder soon follows.

Who dies nasty?

And who done it?

Was it the devoted and loving husband, Josh?

His college sweetheart and wife, Kat?

The newlyweds, their school friend, Devin?

Devin's new bride, Sonia?

The worldly and secretive college friend, Louisa?

Louisa's mysterious fiancé, Sydney?

The resident chef, Chauncey?

Or the estate's gamekeeper, Andrej?

Assume nothing.

In every bedroom, the closets have skeletons.

Find out exactly how Francesca Carlyle solved the crime.

The season finale premieres this Wednesday night

and streaming the following day.

- Hi! - Hello.

- Hello! - Hey, guys.

Oh my god, you're here!

- Oh, it's so good to see you. - Good to see you. Hi.

Good journey? Dude.

- This place is awesome. - Yeah, I'd say.

Need help with your bags?

Uh, you know? I'll get those later.

Let's get a drink. Priorities and such.

Let's do it. Come on.

Okay.

Did someone call a doctor?

Oh....

It's time to get your shots.

Sonia.

Only my wife would suggest

we go on vacation and rent a castle.

Hey, what can I say? Go big or go home.

Or, get your passports renewed

and book a place in the middle of nowhere.

Someone is definitely in need of a shot...

- or two. - Mm-hm.

Besides, now we can say we rented a castle

from a world famous TV star who just happens to be staying

in the guest house this week.

I am such a fan of Francesca Carlyle.

Her show is amazing,

the way that she solves those true crimes.

I mean, I hope we'll get to see her in person.

I cannot believe the timing

that she happens to be staying here this week.

Well, I did some sleuthing of my own when I found out

that she owns this place and rents it out.

And I figured out when she might be here in person.

My wife is no Nancy Drew.

She just happens to follow Francesca Carlyle

on the socials.

Oh... okay.

I just watch the TV show to come up with ingenious ways

- to commit murder. - Ahh.

Josh, you haven't changed one bit since college.

Still the class clown.

I prefer "life of the party."

Why do we put up each other?

I thought this was a great idea for us to get together.

It's a perfect way to evaluate...

- Louisa's new fiancé. - Mm.

Oh, "evaluate". Don't you mean "interrogate"?

I knew he would need group approval.

We are such a close-knit bunch.

So close that you two actually got married.

Well, now, with Sonia and Sydney here,

we have two great additions to our little circle of friends.

Yeah.

This tequila's not gonna drink itself.

- Mm. - Yeah.

No, it's not.

Kat, why don't you do the toast...

that I know that you've been rehearsing?

Fine.

The core group would like to welcome and congratulate

the newlyweds, Devin and Sonia.

Devin, you scored big time when you married

this gorgeous creature.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

I'd say.

It is so nice to be with everyone again.

I cannot believe

I haven't seen you all since our wedding. I...

Well, here's to the newlyweds...

and the "nearly-weds",

- Louisa and Sydney. - Yeah.

- Here-here, cheers! - Cheers!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

I was only joking before.

You did a great job finding this place, Kat.

Aw, thanks, Dev.

You know, I've always said my wife should be a travel agent.

No, I'm serious.

She does all the research.

She finds the coolest places.

Yeah, it's true. And I was so disappointed

when the week in Tuscany fell apart last year.

- Aw... - I know.

So, cheers to Kat for finally making this happen.

Mm, thank you.

Well, I, for one, am honored to be a part of this

special group of friends.

I mean, even though I'm a newbie,

I do feel like I've known you all for years.

- Aww... - Here-here.

Meeting Louisa has been

the best thing that has ever happened to me.

And it really means a lot that you've all accepted me

into your "inner circle".

Hm.

I cannot wait to get to know you all better,

including my fellow countrymen.

I can't wait to marry you.

Yeah. Mm.

We're happy to finally meet

Louisa's mysterious fiancé.

Not really that mysterious.

I didn't mean anything negative by it.

Just until now, you've only been a face

in a box on a screen.

Maybe I'm just a little overprotective.

Louisa's always been like a sister to me.

Sister? Really?

Isn't that a little incestuous, honey?

Kat, c'mon.

That's my wife, always sayin' somethin' inappropriate.

Uh, I don't understand.

Well, Josh and I dated for a while.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry.

Louisa, I figured you would've told him.

Uh, it was no big deal.

Wow.

Thanks a lot.

Wait, sorry...

you two were a couple?

Yeah, but years ago, when we first met in college,

So...

You see, Sydney, Louisa's always been like a sister to me.

Even when we were dating.

Probably why you two never worked out.

Especially after Kat set her sights on you, Josh. Rawr.

Okay, I didn't mean to open up

this can of worms...

"Kat"...

out of the bag.

There's no cat, Kat.

There isn't even a bag.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I did not mean to cause any trouble, Louisa.

Same old Kat.

Some things just never change, right?

Oh, Jesus.

I said I was sorry.

You just couldn't stand to see me happy, right?

How can you say that?

Maybe because you stole every single guy I ever dated.

Okay, that's not fair.

It was one.

One guy.

Yeah, and you married him.

Oh my god, Louisa.

You know what, Kat?

Maybe I should blurt out some secrets about you, hm?

You're being ridiculous.

You've got James Bond as a fiancé.

You can't tell me you're still holding a torch

for Josh after all these years?

Of course not.

I'm in love with Sydney.

We're getting married in six months.

You see, Sydney?

There's nothing to worry about.

Look, I know we all have secrets, and I'm sorry,

I shouldn't have mentioned yours in front of your new man...

It really wasn't a secret.

I just didn't think it was that important.

It isn't.

- Oh. - Not in the slightest.

Mm. Hm.

So, are we still friends?

Oh my god, always and forever.

As long as I live.

Aw, come here.

- Mm. - Mm-hmm.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah, me too.

This party needs more libations.

- Whoo! - Refills, anyone?

- Abso-fucking-lutely! - Oh, yeah!

That last shot hit me just right.

Hey, hey.

Sorry about this lot.

No, it's fine!

They're fine.

- You sure? - Yes.

Okay.

Would you like another one?

- No, thank you. - Are you sure?

- I've had more than enough. - Come on!

That third tequila shot was it for me.

- No, no, no. I'm fine. - I'm-- I'm--

I'm really sorry about that little...

- Oh, yeah. - Um, scene.

- No! No, no, no! - Oh, me, too, me, too.

- I overreacted a tad. - No, you two are like sisters.

Sisters have tiffs, it happens. It's fine.

I guess you're right.

Well, at least it happened on the first night.

- Oh, that's true. - Like, never again, okay.

- Uh, okay. - Come on, you know what?

I love you guys.

- I love you two together. - Ooo!

It's gonna be smooth sailing from here on out, yeah?

- Yeah. - Sure is.

- Oh! - Oh! Sure is.

I didn't know it was that kinda party.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, god.

I don't know about you guys, but I think I'm actually ready

to reel it in for the night.

- No! - Boo!

- Stop! - Boring!

I just-- I think it's bedtime.

Yep. I suppose I could do with getting some sleep, too.

I said "bed", Dev, not sleep...

- Oh! - Oh, okay.

Well, that...

is definitely my cue to say goodnight to you all.

Roar.

Mm, goodnight.

We will see you in the morning.

Okay.

What time are we getting together for breakfast

- tomorrow, guys? - Mm, I don't know.

We were supposed to have breakfast included in this place

but it looks like it's just us.

There doesn't seem to be any staff around.

You need to call the estate agent.

I know. I know.

Well, you know, I saw some eggs and bacon in the fridge.

I mean, I could... I could handle breakfast.

- Yeah. - No, I don't mind. Honestly.

- Aw, you're an angel. - Wow.

Okay, I think, we should head upstairs and get some sleep.

- Maybe just up to bed. - Okay.

- Oh! - Oh, like that?

- And, uh, thanks again, Kat... - Mm.

for finding this amazing location.

- Oh, my pleasure. - Yeah.

I feel like a princess in my own castle.

Mm, you should. Wait 'til you see

what I have planned for your bachelorette party!

- Ooh. - Okay... Ooh!

Ciao, ciao!

Sweet dreams, princess.

Oh, come on...

Okay...

Okay. Jesus.

So, I guess that leaves...

just us.

Yeah. Um, I'll see you upstairs, okay?

Alright.

I'll be waiting.

Okay.

Who keeps calling you?

It's spam.

Where are you going?

I've got indigestion.

And I need a glass of milk.

Go back to sleep.

Hey.

Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh!

Bed time. Bed time.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey...

Hang on, I need another drink.

I need another drink.

I need another drink.

Oh!

Mm. Mm.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... whoa, whoa, whoa.

What was that?

Good morning, my sunshine.

Morning.

What were you doing last night?

What do you mean?

Well, I, uh, woke up and I heard you in the shower.

Yeah, I was, uh...

feeling a little sick.

A bit too much wine.

And tequila.

I guess Josh is still a bad influence.

Well, why didn't you wake me?

Mm. You looked so peaceful.

I didn't wanna disturb you.

Good morning, people. What a night. Right?

Josh should be on his way down... soon.

Usually, he always beats me to breakfast.

When we're home, he's walked the dogs

and had a full workout... by 7 a.m.

Oh my god.

Today I could barely wake him up.

Yeah, no, I think we're all a little hung over today...

- Yeah. Ya think? - aren't we?

Ooh, those eggs look amazing. Thank you.

Yeah, no, I mean, I don't mind making breakfast.

I mean, um, god knows I'm used to running a house.

What's that supposed to mean?

No, nothing. I was just kidding.

Oh, chill out, Dev. Is it your time of the month?

Mm.

Uh, he's, um, a little tired this morning.

Yeah, that seems like it's going around.

And poor Josh he had to come downstairs

last night to get something to settle his stomach

after all that tequila.

Oh. He... came downstairs?

Mm-hmm.

What time?

Uh, I'm not sure. Like, two-ish?

Oh. Yeah, well, I mean, how long was he gone?

Did he... say anything to you when he came back to bed?

I don't know, I was sound asleep.

What's with all the questions?

No, no. No, no reason. Sorry. Sorry.

I didn't mean to put you on the witness stand, Katrina.

I was just, um, making conversation.

Conversations about what?

Aww... there he is.

Nothing, grumpy.

We were just talkin' about last night's debauchery.

Oh, orange juice.

Well, you are not as young as you used to be.

A little out of practice from your college days?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Aw, thanks again for making breakfast, Sonia.

- That was so nice of you. - It's fine.

And we don't have to worry about dinner tonight.

Why don't we just order in?

Where are Sydney and Louisa?

- Who? - No, seriously!

- No idea. - It's like, late!

- They're not down. - I haven't seen 'em.

I haven't seen 'em, I haven't heard 'em. Haven't seen 'em.

Well, I thought we were planning to go for a hike.

Do we wake 'em up or...?

Well, I mean, we can't just leave without letting them know,

I mean...

I'd be happy to check on 'em.

Okay, um, I'm gonna call

and find out what happened to this whole breakfast fiasco.

Yeah, and I'll, uh...

check on the lovebirds.

- Alright. - Thanks, man.

Syd, mate.

- Hey. - Hey.

What's up?

They're not answering.

Well, they wouldn't still be sleeping, right?

- Uh... - Do we just...

walk in?

I dunno....

Should we?

- Maybe. I dunno. - Alright.

What the hell?

Where are they?

Gotta be somewhere.

Well, that's kinda odd, don't you think?

I don't know what to think.

Well, do you have your phone?

- Call Louisa. - Yeah.

It went straight to voicemail.

Do you have Sydney's number?

No, I don't.

Maybe Devin does.

- Why would he have it? - I don't know!

Since we don't, maybe Sonia and Devon do.

Wow, bite my head off!

What's wrong with you this morning?

I'm fine.

No, you're acting strange.

Well, it's in your imagination.

Well, it's not my imagination that our friends just took off

somewhere and didn't say anything to any of us.

There's gotta be an explanation.

Why don't we just go downstairs,

ask them if they have Sydney's number.

Fine.

Maybe they've already gone on that hike we planned.

Should we split up and look for them?

Josh's rental car is still here,

so they couldn't have gone too far.

Well, maybe somebody picked them up.

Without anybody seeing or hearing anything?

Well, it's a huge property.

You know what? I'm gonna go get our jackets.

Let's go search the grounds for them.

Yeah, okay. I'll come with you.

So what about you, Dev?

Any idea where Sydney might've gone?

Don't know anything about Sydney.

Oh. Really?

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, I don't know. You tell me.

What?

Dev...

we've known each other for a long time.

What are you talking about? Stop being so weird.

Hey. Babe, here's your jacket.

Ah, thank you.

Devin, do you happen to have, uh,

Sydney's phone number?

What is it with you two? I barely know the guy, geez.

Oh, my lord, what's his problem?

I have no idea...

I'm not overreacting.

- You are, just a little bit. - Oh, come on....

The pizza should be here in about twenty minutes.

It's probably a good idea that we stay in, you know,

just in case Sydney and Louisa come back.

I feel like we searched everywhere,

and there's no sign of 'em.

Or the famous Francesca Carlyle, who you said

was staying in the guesthouse.

All we should care about right now is finding our friends.

I picked up a vintage bottle of wine

from that wine store we passed.

I stored it in the basement. I'll just go ahead and get that.

Well, there's already two bottles in the fridge.

Better yet.

How can you guys think about wine at a time like this?

I can think of a million reasons why.

I mean, what're we supposed to do?

Oh, I don't know, Dev, call the police?!

In a foreign country? Kat, you're letting your

imagination run away with you.

Louisa and Sydney are fine.

Sydney, oh my... oh my god!

Wait, what happened to you?!

Jesus Christ! Sit down. Sit.

See, I knew it wasn't right. What happened?

Where's Louisa?

Louisa?

What do you mean, "where's Louisa?"

We thought she was with you. We can't find her anywhere.

- Drink this. It should help. - Cheers.

Let's start from the beginning.

What exactly happened last night?

I went downstairs

to get some water.

Okay, and what happened after that?

Well, from what I can actually remember,

I hit my head on something pretty hard.

Must have slipped down the stairs

and knocked myself out.

Then I woke up in the basement.

But the door was stuck.

I've literally been calling out for hours.

Maybe renting a castle wasn't such a great idea.

Or maybe someone broke in and hit Sydney over the head!

This could be connected to why Louisa's missing.

Or maybe Louisa hit Sydney over the head and then she left?

Why would she do that?

Any theories, mate?

Of course not.

Well, it obviously wasn't Louisa.

Yeah. I mean, she couldn't physically

drag him downstairs anyway.

Unless she had help...

This is ridiculous!

She had no reason.

We are very, very happy together.

Nobody hit me over the head!

We all just had too much to drink last night,

and like I said, I slipped.

Jesus.

Yeah.

Must be what happened.

Well, I mean, you could have a concussion.

Uh, it's fine. It's a tiny bump.

I'm gonna call the police.

Kat, wait. I-- I can track Louisa's phone.

Great. Then we can get to the bottom of this.

Wait, you have a tracking app on her phone?

Did she know about it?

You don't trust her?

Right.

Before you jump to the wrong conclusions, again,

she knows I have a tracker on her phone.

She has one on mine, too.

We like to know where each other are and that we're both safe.

That's not working too well, now is it?

Pizza's here.

I'll get it.

Wait, where is my phone?

Where was the last place you remember having it?

Nobody's thinking clearly.

Just call the bloody--

Yeah, call it.

I'll find it.

Toma pizza.

You're the pizza guy?

Pizza.

Yeah, um, uh, you-- you-- cash?

- Oh, cash, yeah. - Cash?

Yeah. Cash is...

Alright.

I'll take that.

Shoop-shoop.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Bye.

There she is.

Sorry.

No, thank you.

If anyone has an appetite...

Smells good.

I found it.

It was by the hot tub.

- Mm. - Good.

Can you see where she is?

- That's weird. - Hm?

It's saying she's still here.

- Whoa. - Oh, be careful.

- Are you okay? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- You know what... - Sit down.

- Yeah, please. Just relax. - Sit back down.

Kat, you-- you wanna help me find her?

Yeah, sure.

Well, you know what's weird, it's saying that the phone

is somewhere near here.

Yeah, well, we weren't looking for a phone earlier.

It's uh... yeah, you're right, but, I found it.

Oh my god...

What?

What're you doing?

Oh my god.

You're her.

Yeah, it's really you!

I, I'm so sorry.

I know we haven't met yet, but we could really use your help.

We're the ones renting your castle.

Yes, I know.

Welcome.

Um, just to let you know, breakfast is included,

- but no selfies. - Oh. Yeah...

Yeah, no, uh, we know, but this is an emergency.

Our friend is missing.

So, this is the most recent photo of all of us.

- And Louisa's in the center. - Ah.

Now, if you were investigating this for your TV show,

what would you do next?

Ask for more money per episode.

Sorry. I realize how upsetting this all is for you.

But, you know, when I'm investigating on TV,

I have a whole team of writers.

So, now I need you all to help me.

Oh, uh, we were hoping that you could help us.

I mean, this is your area of expertise...

You're-- you're so smart and so beautiful.

Oh, well, flattery'll get you anywhere.

I do have to tell you that your friend

will probably not be declared missing for another 24 hours.

So what do we do in the meantime?

Well, you look for her, of course.

I know this castle is massive, but there are lots

of little nooks and crannies where she could be hiding.

Well, she's a grown woman.

It's not like she's playing hide and seek.

Josh, shut it.

Don't be rude to Miss Carlyle.

Oh, please.

Call me Francesca.

Look, I do understand how upset you all are,

but I'm going to have to ask you all a few questions, alright?

Have any of you contacted her parents?

- No. Um, Louisa was adopted. - Oh.

And, sadly, she has no more family left.

And the only people that she knows here are in this room.

Oh. Oh, I am so sorry,

I've completely let the time get away from me.

I have to make a call to my agent in London,

but I am going to be available if you need me.

Thank you, Francesca.

And we'll keep you posted.

Uh, my wife said that breakfast was included?

Priorities, Joshua!

It's in the contract.

Oh. I'll send my chef over to you.

I apologize for my husband.

He was just kidding.

Don't worry. I'll make sure that you're all well taken care of.

That's very kind of you.

- Ah! - Are you okay?

You look a little dizzy. Oh...

I hope you haven't fallen and hurt yourself on my property.

No, no.

Happened a few days ago, before we arrived.

- I'm fine. - Hm.

Please, let me escort you out.

I'll see you all later.

So. Francesca says if we haven't gotten word from Louisa

by tomorrow morning,

she'll call the police personally herself.

Apparently, we'll get special attention if she makes the call

rather than a bunch of tourists.

Well, we all just need to stay positive.

There's no reason to jump to conclusions.

For all we know, Louisa had her reasons

to be leaving that we know nothing about.

That doesn't make any sense.

How 'bout we get some wine, we get some food,

go relax in the hot tub.

Relaxing is a little easier said than done right now.

Yeah, I'm not in the mood.

Well, worrying's not gonna solve any problems.

Well, I don't feel like it.

Josh is right.

A glass of wine might relax you.

No, my head hurts now.

C'mon... I'll rub your shoulders.

How can you even think about relaxing when Louisa's missing?

Alright, you win! Go to bed.

I'll be up in a bit.

There's nothing to worry about, Kitty-Kat.

You know I hate it when you call me that.

I'm Sorry, Katrina!

Oh, who-- who put the cover on the hot tub?

It wasn't me.

Well, the hot tub's supposed to be covered

while we're not using it, so...

Oh, look who memorized the house rules,

"Miss Goody Two Shoes".

- Oh my god. - Don't be a knob.

Just help me get the damn thing

Ah!

What...?

I can't believe this is happening!

C'mon, now what?

I'll get it.

I heard an ambulance.

What the hell is going on?

That's all we know.

This had to be an accident.

Accident?

Are you sure?

If the police hadn't taken away our passports,

I'd be packing up right now and getting the hell

out of this place.

There will be an autopsy.

And depending on what that reveals,

you could all be suspects...

in a murder.

Aw, shit!

That's all you can say?

Josh, stop!

Please. Francesca, can you help us with this mess?

I mean, you're the expert!

Kat, I don't think that's such a great idea.

Yeah, I'm with Josh.

I'm not sure about this.

But we need to get to the bottom of this.

And with Francesca's help.

Alright.

I'll think about it.

This is such a tragic situation.

Try to get some rest

and we'll all meet again in the morning.

Oh, and I suggest that you all lock your bedroom doors tonight.

One of you could be a murderer.

Goodnight.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Chauncey.

What's-- what's a Chauncey?

No, that's my name.

It's Chauncey.

I'm the chef Francesca Carlyle sent to make your breakfast.

I don't have much of an appetite this morning.

That's because you never tasted the way I make eggs.

No, it's because we recently lost a friend.

Oh, I'm sorry. I, I didn't know.

Now you do.

Why don't you go fetch some coffee?

Francesca Carlyle's on her way over here to interrogate us.

Uh, and by the way,

where've you been hiding these past few days?

Who said I was hiding?

How long have you known Louisa's fiancé?

Oh, we-- We only just met him in person on this trip.

I know. I was drunk,

but maybe I didn't slip and fall down the stairs.

Any other lapses of memory?

We were all havin' a great time.

The drinks were flowin'.

We were dancing...

I mean, I didn't really know Louisa all that well.

I mean, I'm a relatively new addition to this group.

Maybe I was pushed.

So who do you think would have pushed you?

It got late, so we went to bed.

But I know that Louisa was head over heels in love with him.

And your husband was in bed with you all night long?

I went to the kitchen.

I was...

thirsty.

Dehydrated from too much wine.

Dehydration seems to be a theme with this group.

Did you see anyone else while you were...

rehydrating?

Did Sydney tell you he saw me?

No. Why?

There's absolutely no evidence of any break-in.

There has to be.

Chauncey? Did you see anything out of the ordinary last night?

No, I didn't.

That was the last time I saw her alive.

What do you think happened to her?

He used to be a model,

but now he works in computer tech support

and that's how the two of them met.

She was having an issue with a laptop.

The only thing I keep thinking is that

she must have fallen asleep in the hot tub and drowned.

If Louisa did accidentally drown,

how did she managed to put the cover

back on the hot tub?

Sonia...

if you were so sound asleep,

how can you be so sure

that your husband never left your bedroom?

I can't believe that all of this is happening.

It just...

feels so surreal.

Yeah.

It's unreal.

Listen, is there something that you're not telling me?

No. Is there something you're not telling me?

No.

You know, you disappeared for quite a while last night.

I didn't disappear. I went down to get some milk.

We've been through this.

I came back upstairs and you were asleep.

Well, did you see anyone else downstairs?

Oh, Jesus.

I've already answered these questions from Miss Marple.

I don't feel like being cross-examined

by my own wife.

Where are you going?

I need some space.

I'm sorry I made you feel bad!

You did!

Well, well, well.

What would you like to see me about?

I wanna know why you killed Louisa.

- You are joking. - We had a plan!

Oh, I'm very aware of the plan.

Hence, why I didn't kill her last night.

How 'bout you?

What about me?

What about you?!

I'm not the one having a secret affair with Devin.

Please. I don't know what you're talking about.

You know what I'm talkin' about.

I saw you last night.

- Oh, dear. - Mm-hmm.

You saw that?

Yeah.

I'm still tryna unsee it.

And what was I supposed to do?

You were supposed to be marrying Louisa, who's now dead!

He took me by surprise!

I was in shock.

Shock?

Well, you clearly blew it.

Hey!

Nothing got blown.

Not from where I was standin'.

Aw...

you're jealous.

Get off me!

Now you know how I felt

when Devin made his move on me.

Okay, then what?

When I pushed him away,

he apologized profusely and blamed the tequila.

It's not my fault, I'm obviously... irresistible.

I'll try to resist.

Anyway...

what did you do after you saw us?

I went up to check on Louisa.

And?

And she was dead.

And how do you know that for sure?

Nobody sleeps with their eyes open!

There was a pillow by the bed.

Somebody probably suffocated her and moved her body!

Things got pretty tense between Kat and Louisa.

Kat would never commit murder...

let alone lift the dead weight.

Hm. Perhaps she had some help.

Hey, you better watch it.

I told you I had nothing to do with this.

Fine!

Then you have to believe that I didn't either.

I'm sorry.

I suppose I am the most...

logical suspect.

I'm sorry that I hit you over the head.

Don't tell me...

then you pushed me down the stairs

and locked me in the cellar.

When I found out that Louisa was dead,

I thought that you killed her.

I had to come up with some sort of credible alibi!

Did you have to hit me so bloody hard?!

I had to make it look legit!

You nearly killed me!

Listen to me.

I don't think I believe you.

I've worked really hard on this plan.

Setting up so you could actually fix that laptop of hers.

I did my part.

I got her to fall in love with me.

Well, now we're both screwed if you killed her.

Why would I do that?

We were 50/50 partners.

And now?

We end up with nothing.

If what you say is true,

it still begs the question: who killed her?

And why?

Most important meal of the day.

Breakfast is included, and no matter what,

I'm including it.

Those eggs look...

delicious.

Thank you.

Uh, yeah, I think I'm just gonna stick with my coffee, thanks.

Oh, a little food'll help you think better.

My toast is burning. Oh.

For a five-star chef, he's, um..

so bad.

Where was he the first night, anyway?

Good morning.

Oh, lord.

"She-lock Holmes" again.

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

Francesca has some news to tell us.

Yes, you asked for my help,

so I am here to try and uncover the truth.

How much did you all know about your friend Louisa?

Uh, well, we knew that, uh, she was an only child.

Um, she was adopted by middle-class parents who,

unfortunately, died in a car accident

our first year in college together.

And she didn't have any other family,

so we essentially became her family at that point.

My researchers have tracked down Louisa's attorney

and they've discovered that those middle-class

parents who adopted her left her ten million dollars.

What?

Well, I guess this lets me off the hook.

Really?

How so?

We weren't married.

So, I'd have no motive to kill her.

I loved her so much, I was willing to sign a prenup.

Of course.

Um, Sydney, I have some good news

and some bad news.

I think I've already had the absolute worst news.

Louisa changed her will.

What're you talkin' about?

There's a new codicil dated three weeks ago

in which she leaves everything...

to you, Sydney.

Married or not.

This... can't be so.

It is so.

I'm sorry, I, um...

inherit...

Everything.

Uh, unless, of course, you killed her.

In which case, as you know,

it's against the law to profit from a crime.

I was knocked out all night long.

You all know that.

You're all my witnesses.

Oh...

Josh, you look like you're about to implode.

I'm just in shock, that's all.

I don't know what Louisa was thinking.

She may've signed her own death certificate

by changing her will.

Yes, well, I'm sorry to have laid this

bombshell on all of you, but,

um, I'm afraid I do have to go now. I...

I have an interview with People magazine.

I'd be delighted to show you out.

Oh, thank you.

Have a nice day.

Mm-hmm.

I wish she'd mind her own business.

I prefer talkin' to Francesca.

She's been way more helpful than the police have been.

Lucky us.

Since I botched breakfast,

I'll stay and fix everyone a nice lunch.

Our luck...

never ends.

I'll clean this up.

Thank you.

I'm gonna get some air.

Why don't you join me?

Sure.

What was that all about?

I have no idea.

You and I need to have a...

a little chat.

About...?

About the other night.

The night when Louisa was murdered.

I saw you and Sydney together.

What?

Went downstairs for a glass of milk...

I saw you two bein' intimate.

I-- I don't know what you think you saw,

but it wasn't at all what it looked like.

What did it look like, Dev?

Nothing happened.

I was just...

pissed.

You know, I was muckin' about.

C'mon, man, you know me.

I'm not really that way.

I'm not judgin' you, Dev.

But I can't help but think that you and Sydney

are in this together.

You tell Sydney you saw us?

Of course not.

Please.

Please, don't tell Sonia either.

You should've been thinkin' about Sonia the other night.

I'm not gonna say anything.

But Francesca's another story.

By me being silent, technically,

I'm obstructing an investigation.

Josh, I swear, I had nothing to do with Louisa's death.

I mean, why would I kill her?

I, I couldn't hurt a fly.

I'm not a psycho.

Yeah, Norman Bates said that.

I had nothing to do with Louisa's death.

Josh!

Katrina wants you.

Where is she?

She's in the wine cellar looking around.

What does she think she's gonna find there?

You'll have to ask her that question.

You better be tellin' the truth about Louisa.

For your sake.

That seems weird.

You don't remember?

What're you two doin' down here?

I'm trying to reassure your wife

no one hit me over the head

- the other night - Hm.

Uh, wait. What's this?

That looks like a button.

Yeah.

Looks like your button, Josh.

Of course, it's my button.

I came down here to get some wine.

It must've gotten hooked on that wine rack there.

Is there something you need to tell us?

Can I have my button back?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What if this is evidence?

We got to detectives?

Can I just have my goddamn button?

Wow.

Wow. Well, you're such a pillar of integrity,

why don't you tell Kat here what you were up to

the other night?

What on earth are you going on about?

What are you talkin' about?

When I came downstairs in the middle of the night--

Josh.

I saw Sydney and Devon... talking.

So?

Well, there wasn't a lot of talking that was going on.

But I did happen to get a photo.

Why would you take a picture of them?

We were just having a little chat.

Okay. I'm gonna go hear what Devin has to say.

And you know what?

Here's your goddamn button back.

Oh, well, thank you.

What on earth are you playing at?

Trust me.

I just don't understand why you think I have

something to do with this.

I didn't say that.

I just wanna know why you didn't tell me where you were.

Because that's what you said.

No, you keep--

How's lunch coming?

- You're in for a big surprise. - Mm.

I made nice cheese sandwiches.

Uh, yeah, that-- that looks... great.

Uh, hey, can we please keep talkin' about this?

Yeah, we'll go take a walk. We'll get some air.

Don't take too long.

You don't want lunch gettin' cold.

We wouldn't want our...

cheese sandwiches to get cold.

There's hot soup, too!

Alphabet.

Oh, c'mon, Devin and Sydney?

- There's no way! - Yeah, way!

Well, that doesn't prove anything.

How 'bout this one?

- Holy crap. - Mm-hmm.

Are you kidding?

Do you think this has anything to do

with what happened to Louisa?

Yes, I do!

Oh my god, this is so crazy!

Ho....

Who the hell are you?

I'm Andrej. I work here.

Um, are you the gardener?

Gamekeeper.

Assuming you're not in charge of board games.

I look after the animals on the estate.

Why haven't we seen you before?

I've been up in the mountains.

I, uh, I must get back to work now.

Oh, wait, um, did you hear what happened here?

That...

someone died?

I don't know anything about that.

As I said,

I have a lot of work to do.

It's piled up since I've been away.

Excuse me.

Jesus.

Francesca Carlyle's staff is like the Addams Family.

First Chauncey, and now we get some crazy

Norseman with an axe?

Yeah, something's off with that guy.

Do you-- do you think that maybe he...?

I've been working on some theories

about the night Louisa was murdered.

I think we should be talking about this with Francesca.

Why would we be talking to Lady Columbo?

- Well-- - If, if she got murdered,

we can figure this out ourselves.

I'm not a detective.

I don't even like Agatha Christie!

All that talking is boring.

Well, alright, alright, then, picture this scenario, Kat...

Hey...

Yeah.

Oh, whoa, whoa...

What if I wasn't alone in the hallway?

Maybe Louisa saw exactly what I saw.

Sydney and Dev had moved the party to the hot tub.

- We're gonna get caught. - No, we won't.

We're gonna get caught.

- I promise.. - You're so bad.

And Louisa follows them.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... - Oh my god!

What is happening? Sydney?!

Louisa, it-- just calm down, alright?

It's-- It's not how it looks.

How could you?

And you, Devin...

you're one of my oldest friends.

I never thought you would betray me!

It's just a misunderstanding, Louisa.

Oh, is it?

Then let's see what Sonia has to say about this.

No, no, no, no, no... You can't tell Sonia, please.

Please, we just got married.

She-- she'll leave me. Please, Louisa.

Well, maybe you should have thought of that before

you put your hands on my fiancé.

- C'mon, Louisa, stop! - Devin.

There's nothing you can do to stop me.

So... Hey!

Devin drowns her to keep her quiet.

- Devin! Devin! - Stop! Stop it!

Devin!

Ah!

Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah!

So, you think that Devin is capable of murder?

To save his marriage.

I don't buy it.

I mean, we've known the guy for years.

Well, maybe Devin wasn't in it alone.

Fuckin' sexy man...

Yeah?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

What if Louisa told Sonia

what she saw and Sonia snaps?

Devin!

Tell me this isn't true.

Tell me this lying bitch is making it all up to hurt me!

Why would I make this up?!

I'm trying to help you so you will dump this loser!

Devin, say something! Is this true?!

No, Luisa! She's completely misread the situation!

Look, we tried to explain,

but as usual, Louisa, went ballistic...

The two of them have a good old-fashioned cat fight.

You're crazy!

Crazy?

Okay, I'll show you crazy.

Louisa!

- No! - Ah!

Get inside there!

- Sonia! - Ah!

- Sonia! - Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Ah!

Louisa ends up dead.

Sonia!

Oh my god...

- What've you done? - Oh my god...

- Wait, is she dead? - What have you done?

Is she dead? No... Wait, no...

I'm gonna go to jail!

- Uh, No... No, no, I'll fix it. - No, no... No, no, no, no...

- No, no, no! - I'll fix it!

Okay. Wait, no, Syd-- then Sydney is a witness!

Maybe he's passed out.

So, Sonia and Devin are able to cover their tracks

and they push Sydney down the wine cellar stairs.

Well, that's the only other idea

I can think of, really, but--

Uh, that's a... that's a colorful take on it.

Okay, okay, then here's the most realistic scenario.

Louisa follows Sydney and Devin to the hot tub...

Sydney goes berserk about her cancelling the wedding.

I did not...

He drowns Louisa and blackmails Devin

into covering for him.

Baby.

C'mon, you have to believe me.

I love you.

We are finished.

Our wedding is off.

Devin, if you want him, he's all yours.

You're not walking away from me!

Stop it!

Who the hell do you think you are?!

What?!

Who the hell do you think you are?!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

You breathe a word of this to anyone...

and I'll tell your wife everything.

And you'll be lucky if she doesn't drown you.

Sydney claims that he was out cold all night

and just stuck in that wine cellar.

Maybe.

And presto.

The perfect alibi.

Okay. All of this sound more than farfetched.

Yeah so is Louisa being murdered.

C'mon, these are our friends.

What if that creepy Chauncey

or the weird gamekeeper guy murdered her?

Okay, I'll admit... they're a little strange.

But there's no motive.

Well, you don't need a motive if you're a homicidal maniac.

Those guys weren't even on the grounds

when we got here, and neither was Francesca.

What about Francesca?

- An iconic television star? - Yeah.

- Have you lost your mind? - Just bear with me here.

Chauncey and that unfriendly gamekeeper,

they coulda seen Louisa in the hot tub

while Sydney was knocked out.

And I'm pretty sure they're strong enough

to hold her head underwater.

Like you said before, what would be the motive?

Maybe Francesca planned the whole thing for her TV show.

I could actually see her hands around Louisa's neck.

"My dear, you've been cancelled!"

Oh my god, seriously?

That's the most ridiculous thing you've said yet.

What're you talking about?

TV stars do all sorts of things for ratings and fame.

Then, according to you,

there would be two other suspects

that you had considered...

you and me.

You, my dear, are above suspicion.

Thank you, my love.

What about you?

You serious?

You're really asking your husband if I could

murder someone?

I was just joking.

I don't think it's funny.

I thought we were brainstorming crazy ideas.

You must really think a lot of me

after twenty years of marriage.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

You did. You hurt my feelings.

Sorry, I wasn't being serious!

Yeah...

and that's what hurts the most.

Here, you look cold.

Where are you going?!

Francesca, thank you so much for inviting me over.

And your castle is so stunning.

Do you spend much time here?

Well, whenever I'm on hiatus from my show.

I inherited it from my third husband.

You've had three husbands?

Well, actually I've had four.

I'm hoping that the fifth one will be my lucky chance.

Why don't you have one of these biscuits?

I have them flown in from Marks and Spencer's.

So, tell me what happened.

Well, my husband went crazy.

Define "crazy".

We were just talking, and Josh had all these

crazy theories as to how Louisa might have died.

And we were discussing various scenarios,

and I just mentioned that he would be

a possible suspect as well.

He just freaked out, but I was kidding.

I don't think my husband is actually capable of murder.

Oh, lemme tell you from experience,

I know many husbands that could be capable of murder.

Well, he drove off furious at me.

You know, you told me that Josh had a laundry list

of people that he thought might have killed Louisa.

Oh, yes. He's unbelievable.

He even had you down as a possible suspect.

Me?

Well, he really does have a very vivid imagination.

Mm.

And this is all just so awful!

Louisa was one of my oldest friends.

I actually met my husband through her.

So, they were close?

Yes. Uh, they...

once dated.

Were you aware that before Louisa changed her will,

Josh would be her soul heir?

Wait, what?

Why would Louisa leave Josh everything in her will?

You never knew.

No, I had no idea.

Did Josh know?

Definitely not.

And my husband doesn't keep secrets from me.

Oh, well, then he is a very remarkable husband indeed.

Hey, it's me.

Yeah, I know.

Come on, man, there's no need to make threats like that.

I'm gonna get you your money,

Alex!

I will get you every penny, okay?

You don't need to talk like-- Alex?

Alex!

- Josh! There you are. - Kat.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry. It's my fault. I overreacted.

No, baby, I know you can never murder anyone,

let alone our friend.

We're not thinking clearly.

We just lost our best friend.

I know.

- Hey. - Hey.

I saw you go in to see Francesca.

Any new information?

Uh, yeah, actually, there is.

Did you know that Louisa had her will changed?

Let me guess:

I was set to inherit everything.

Wait...

you knew?

I'm joking.

Well, it's not a joke.

You're the beneficiary.

You're saying you had no idea?

No, I didn't know.

Francesca must be wrong.

No, she's not.

She apparently spoke to Louisa's lawyer.

- Why would she do that? - I don't know.

You always said she was like a sister to you.

Did she include you and Devin?

I don't know. I didn't ask!

Alright, I-- It's a moot point...

because of him.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Yeah, is that why you killed her?

- Josh! - You know what?

I am so done with this.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You're gonna have to be a little faster next time, mate!

Both of you, stop it!

This is the last thing we need.

Grow up!

What the hell are you doin'?

You almost landed that punch.

Good job, you ducked out of the way.

Looks like she bought it.

Yeah, she doesn't suspect anything.

We might even be able to salvage this mess.

If you don't do anything stupid.

Where the hell is she goin'?

So, really shouldn't be driving anywhere.

Why not?

Well, she just seemed a bit pissed off.

Oh, god, this room gives me the creeps.

Kat's not answering her cell phone.

I don't like this.

No, it's been hours now. I'm getting really worried.

Don't scare him, Sonia.

What, after what happened to Louisa?

You're not helping, Sonia!

I think it's time we called the police.

No, we're not gonna call the police.

I'm gonna go over to Francesca's.

Kat was over there this afternoon.

She might know something.

She's back...

and would like to see all of you in the sitting room.

My wife?

No.

Francesca Carlyle.

I have some...

some extremely unfortunate news.

There's been an accident.

Um. Oh my God.

Is... Kat?

Francesca...

where's my wife?

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Josh...

No...

No!

She's dead?!

Well, where is she?

I need to see her!

Please, Josh, try to stay calm.

She rushed outta here this afternoon.

That was the last I heard from her!

Apparently, her car skidded off the road and it hit a tree.

Oh, man...

How did it happen?

Chauncey was driving me out to dinner.

When we came back, we recognized your car,

and then we saw two men trying to rescue her.

And all of a sudden,

the car just...

burst into flames.

Why wasn't I informed by the police?

They are on their way.

Was she speeding?

How did the accident happened?

Accident?

Well, what makes you think that this was an accident?

Of course it was an accident!

Maybe somebody tampered with the car.

Who'd wanna kill my wife?

Oh, for Christ's sake,

we're not a bunch of cold-blooded killers!

Well, in case you haven't noticed,

two of us are now dead!

We're starting to run out of suspects.

Were you trying to kill your wife, Josh?

You've got some nerve accusing me

of something like that.

I love my wife.

I loved her!

I didn't do this.

Well, this isn't just coincidence or bad luck.

I am sure that you tried to kill Kat.

I would never hurt Kat!

Never!

As her husband,

you are the prime suspect.

I don't care what you think!

I didn't do it!

Then who did?

Any ideas?

Yeah.

I have an idea.

Don't I, Sydney?

What the hell are you talking about?

You cut the brakes.

And why would I do that?

You know why.

Mm.

You're crazy.

When she ran off, you said she shouldn't

be drivin' that car.

She really shouldn't be driving anywhere.

I just said she seemed upset!

I don't believe you!

Sydney did this.

I can prove it.

Oh, shut up.

Well, wh-- what is actually going on here?

Maybe you need to talk to Sydney and Devin about that.

I don't know what he's talkin' about.

Like hell you don't.

I saw you, didn't I?

The night we first got here.

When you brutally murdered Louisa.

- What? - Wait, uh...

Devin, what-- what is he talking about?

Don't listen to him.

He's out of his mind.

I swear on my life.

I came straight up to bed...

after Josh saw me with Sydney.

Yeah. I saw your husband with Sydney

in what I would call a compromising position.

Please, baby, I can explain.

No, no, no. Oh, no, it's okay.

I think I've, um, heard quite enough.

Do you really think

I don't notice you looking at him?

I'm not a total idiot, Devin.

I always notice.

Where are you going?

Pack.

You can't just leave.

I'm not.

I'm packing your things

and you're the one leaving.

Why don't you go and get yourself a hotel

or something somewhere, until we get our passports back.

So, Devin,

I want to know more about this little scene

that Josh allegedly saw.

There's no allegedly.

I know what I saw.

Look, it was all just a big misunderstanding.

I was drunk.

Anyway, what's this got to do with Louisa?

She knew.

How?

I told her that night.

I wasn't gonna let her make the biggest mistake

of her life marrying a gold digger like you.

Agh...

She was calling off the wedding.

That's why he had to kill her, to get the inheritance!

That's bollocks and you know it!

I didn't know anything about the will.

Josh, when I first told you about Louisa's will,

did you know anything about the codicil?

- Well, I lied about that. - Mm.

But everything else was the truth.

I'm telling you, he killed her!

He was comin' for me.

I drove that car for a short distance.

- My poor wife wasn't as lucky. - Agh...

This is a pack of lies!

Where's the proof?

I suggest you get a good lawyer, mate.

Yeah?

Well, if I'm going down for this...

someone else is coming with me.

Josh and I,

we were in it together.

No!

You killed Louisa,

and you killed my wife!

You killed my wife...

No.

He didn't.

Kat...

you're alive.

Josh Williams, Sydney Drummond...

you are both under arrest

for the murder of Louisa Hayes.

Wh-- Where's the police?

They've been conspicuously absent this entire time.

And I've been inconspicuously

watching you since the night after the murder!

Every day.

I'm Chief Inspector Santini.

Interpol.

Ugh.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

The beauty of video surveillance.

I knew that Josh was having an affair with Louisa.

And that's why I hid those cameras,

thinking I would catch them.

But instead I got proof of an actual murder.

Kat believed that you had an accomplice.

But she couldn't prove it.

That's when I came up with the idea to fake my own death.

You did that too?

How dare you?

I did this to protect you!

Protect me?!

You murdered Louisa in her bed.

And then you put her body in the hot tub

to create confusion.

But you're very photogenic.

You told me she was already dead when you found her.

Josh made me believe that he moved the body

and then hit me over the head just to give me an alibi!

None of this needed to happen, and now...

I've lost the of my life.

Oh... Saint Sydney...

it is called "conspiracy to murder"!

Why, Josh?

Why'd you do it?

Don't you wanna tell them?

Oh, he needed the money!

Meet my husband, the compulsive gambler.

You knew about my gambling debts?

Of course I did.

How'd you think you were gonna hide that from me?

How much money do you owe?

A lot!

I owe a lot!

You gotta understand,

I was desperate.

I did this because I love you.

Oh my god, that is rich!

You've said some things in your day--

No, no, it's true! Don't touch me.

They were comin' for me.

They were makin' threats against you to get to me.

- I didn't have a choice! - There's always a choice.

Josh made me do this!

I didn't have to twist your arm, now did I?

All I had to do was get Louisa to fall in love with me.

It was his stupid idea to kill Louisa for the money.

And believe me, I tried to say "no".

Josh, he's very persuasive.

So, you figured, "What the hell?"

Take your fiancé's life

and then take her money.

Why did you need the money so badly?

I'll tell you.

It was easy to rope in Sydney. I met him in Vegas.

He was laying down some pretty hefty bets of his own.

What was your end game, Josh?

My end game?

Was to frame Sydney.

So he didn't get the inheritance.

And I'd be the next in line.

Neat and tidy.

After all,

what's a little murder between friends?

So you love me so much

that you killed someone to keep me safe?

Yes.

I love you, Kat.

Don't expect me to visit you in prison.

C'mon, you don't mean that!

Don't worry about it.

Kat'll have plenty of time to change her mind.

With your good looks and your good behavior,

you might only do maybe...

forty, fifty years!

Nothing.

Don't worry, darling. It'll fly by.

At the risk of sounding insensitive but...

who inherits Louisa's money now?

Well, her two remaining best friends.

You and Kat.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Where's Devin?

He's, uh, upstairs.

Packing.

Wow. Okay.

So, you're sure you're really done with him?

Obviously.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Because now you and I can finally be together.

With all the money!

I can't believe we actually did it.

No, you actually did it.

When did you figure out what I was doing?

I never take my eyes off you.

I always thought you had a plan.

I mean, it was pretty easy.

Josh has always been such an idiot.

That guy, he's always plotting something.

You are so brilliant.

You know, after all these years,

he always thought he was playing me,

but I've always been one step ahead of him.

You ever feel a little guilty that you could have stopped

all of this and Louisa would still be alive?

No, honestly.

I never really liked her.

I feel like that was her destiny.

And this?

This is our destiny.

We're gonna have all this money, baby.

And you're gonna get your half from Devin

when you divorce his ass.

Mm.

Clever girls.

Dev...

it's not what it looks like.

Where have I heard that before?

Oh, just stop. Let me explain.

I heard

everything.

Okay, listen, let me talk to Devin...

alone.

Okay, fine.

I can't wait to get out of this awful place.

Devin, we were just-- fantasizing.

It, it was only a joke. We were only joking.

Joke?

You expect me to believe that?

Okay, What do you want?

You know,

I could live without you.

But I'll be damned if I'm livin'

without my share of that inheritance...

seein' as you and Kat worked...

so hard to get it for me...

you can forget about a divorce.

So, we stay married, then.

Leave any time you want.

You wanna get your hands on my share of that money...

you'll have to kill me first.

Uh!

Come on. Drag it...

Okay...

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Oh... Okay.

I feel like someone's gonna find him.

No... No, there's no chance.

- No... - Okay.

But, what if...

what if Francesca comes snooping?

Oh, shit, who cares?

She knows that you left Devin.

You asked him for a divorce,

and if anyone asks,

you never saw him or heard from him again.

Yeah. Okay.

So, "Devin was so conflicted."

"I hope he didn't do anything to harm himself."

Right? Does that sound okay?

No, listen, you're-- oh my god, you're amazing.

No, you're amazing.

I can't wait to get the hell outta this place and...

we'll start our lives together, right?

Okay.

So you really think we're in the clear?

Oh my god, trust me.

No one's gonna find him.

Alright... okay.

Okay. Let's get outta here.

Let's go.

Oh, this is a hell of a finale

for my next season's show!

Yeah!

- Ah! - Whoa...