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(soft ominous music)

(Mr. Pearson sighs)

- Where the hell have you been?

- I got here as fast as legally
possible.

- Do you have my will?

- Yes, sir.

(George coughing)

I think we should take
him to the hospital.

- No, George wants to stay at
home.

Reminds him of his wife and his
daughter.

Don't you think we should--

- The will.

I want to change it.

- Stacey, could you please leave
us?

Thank you.

(soft suspenseful music)

I, George Woods, declare this to
be

my last will and testament.

(door creaks)

I revoke all wills and
codicils previously made.

(George coughing)

So, you want your will to be
read 10 years

after you're deceased?

That's not typically how it's
done,

but I don't see any reason--
- Do it.

- [Mr. Pearson] What if
they find Mona by then?

- Then read it immediately.

- And the envelopes?

- Notarize them as soon as
possible.

- I understand, all
under the 10 year term.

(George coughing)

Stacey!

(George coughing)

(Stacey whimpers)

(George gasps)

- George.

George.

(church bells ringing)

(phone ringing)

20 observers have--

- Hello?

- [Charlie] Hey, Scott?

It's Charlie.

- Charlie.

- What the hell do you want?

- Listen,

you get a letter from
Uncle George's lawyer?

- Yeah, so?

- Yeah, we need to talk.

- [Scott] About what?

- Your wife, Mona.

- Go ahead.

- Found this old photo of Mona,

thought you might wanna check,
actually, you know what?

I'll show it to you at the
cabin.

Later.

- Wait.

Charlie.

(soft suspenseful music)

- Hello?

No.

Yes, I'll be home as soon
as this will is read.

Just tell Jacob, tell
Jacob I'll make the game.

Yes.

I just have to take care of
a few things up here first.

Love you.

- Oh hey, that's Uncle Charlie.

But I guess he didn't see us.

(Brenda sighs)

(doorknocker thuds)

- Oh, Mr. Pearson?

- That's me.

- [Brenda] It's good to see you.

- I know, it's been quite a
while.

Sorry for the intrusion but you
know

this was Mr. Woods' idea.

- Oh, there's no need to
apologize.

I completely understand.

Besides, this was George's place
anyway.

Oh please, come in, come in.

(knuckles tapping)

Stacey.

It's so good to see you.

- [Stacey] Good to see you, too,
Brenda.

- Oh, and who is this handsome
young man?

- This is my grandson, Jeff.

He was about, oh, this
tall when last you saw him.

- Right.

It's been more than 10
years since George passed.

- Guess we got the whole
friggin' weekend

for a little dysfunctional
family reunion.

So, what do ya think, Scott?

- I don't have time
for this shit, Charlie.

- Mind if I show you a photo I
found?

(ominous music)

- What is this?

I thought you said you
had a photo of Mona.

- It's in the car.

I'll show you that one later.

Just found this baby
stashed in here. (chuckles)

That woman is a total bitch.

She tried to seduce Uncle
George out of his cash.

I caught them once before.

- George passed away a
long time ago, Charlie.

Whatever happened, happened.

Thanks for your help on
the side of the road.

- Sure.

And just so ya know, I've
gathered everybody's dirt.

- So?

- So, get ready for the Woods
family

who done it Wheel of Fortune.

- I hate you.

(Charlie grunts)

(ominous music)
- Everything's fine.
-(Katherine) Great.

- [Stacey] Katharine.

Do you remember this photo?

(bright orchestral music)

- (laughs) Nice.

I was just telling Randy that we
all

haven't been together
since this Halloween party.

- Lots of great old photos
around here.

Right, Brenda?

- Please behave yourself,
Charlie.

- Ah, that's no fun.

I think this gathering

is gonna be even better than the
party.

Thanks for hosting us, Brenda.

(Brenda chuckles)

- Charlie, stop causing trouble

and come take a look at this.

Have you seen it before?

- I have.

Then it disappeared.

I thought Uncle George didn't
like it

so he threw it away.

- Yeah, he was going to
but I brought it here.

- See, that's me.

I'm the witch.

(Charlie and Katharine chuckle)

What did you wear, Charlie?

Were you Casper?

- No, no way.

I hate Casper.

Randy, remember who
Casper was at the party?

- Me? No.

I was completely drunk.

I think I slept through most of
the party.

- Oh yeah, yeah, that's right.

You snore like a dead
hog when you're drunk.

I remember having to
drive you home that night.

- All right, come on, let's do
this.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, steady.

Steady.
- Oh, here we are.

Hey, goodnight everybody!

- Bye!
- Woo!

- [Charlie] Here we are.

In ya go.

- Damn lawyer asked me
a bunch of questions

like I'm a criminal.

If Nadia's not gonna get her
cut,

then we don't need to be here.

- Yeah, I agree.

Honestly, I don't even know
why I'm included in this.

I thought Uncle George never
liked me.

You were always his
favorite nephew, Randy.

You and Charlie.

- Yeah right.

Charlie's different, he worked
for George.

- Me?

Ask Stacey.

George treated me better as
an employee than a nephew.

No, wait, I take that back.

I got diddly squat when
I worked for the old man.

- Ooh, but maybe you shouldn't
blame that on Uncle George.

I mean, you put it all up your
nose.

- The old bastard owes me back
pay.

- But you lost half the
business.

- And Charlie, you
burned me, too, remember?

I loaned you the money for that
shady deal you put together.

I never got any money back from
it.

- Shut up, Brenda.

I know all your dirty secrets.

- Well we shouldn't argue.

I'm sure George left you
all a little something

and of course it's only
fair to consider me

as a part of that--

- [Charlie] So take all
of his cash to your grave.

- Listen, Mr. Cocaine, I'm
looking out for my grandson.

- I'm outta here.

- Me, too.

- [Charlie] Hey, Mandy-Bird,
no hug for your Uncle Charlie?

- Later, Uncle Charlie.

- Hey Charlie, stay away from my
daughter.

(soft piano music)

- Whoa, okay.

Geez.

Haven't been here in so long.

- [Jeff] Seriously, let's
hope it doesn't fall down.

Come on, slow poke.

- [Nadia] Oh my gosh.

(Jeff laughs)

On my own pace.

- Ya know, I remember it being
bigger.

- Yeah, me, too.

- Poor George.

After his wife died I told
him to come over any time

and he took me literally.
(chuckles)

Every damn night for dinner
I couldn't get rid of him.

- [Charlie] So then ya turned
around and lived in his house.

- He was my brother.

- [Charlie] Hey, I'm blood, too.

- We're all blood.

Except for Mrs. Jordan and
Scott.

- Hey, I'm just here for Nadia.

When Mona...

To get Nadia's cut.

- Uncle George obviously hoped
Mona

would've turned up by now.

- Oh, for God's sake.

If Mona hasn't shown
up for all these years,

I don't think she's gonna show
up tonight.

- I agree with Katharine.

It's been more than 10 years
since Mona disappeared.

I once believed she might have
gone looking for her mother.

I'm not so sure anymore.

(somber orchestral music)

(knuckles tapping)

(door rattles)

Rima?

- Yes.

- [Stacey] Come in.

Mona was clinging to her mother
from the moment I met her.

George immediately fell
for those sad eyes.

- Just a few errands
and I'll be right back.

Thank you so much for watching
Mona.

- Her mother must have been
crazy.

I know money was tight for her.

I think she was from Iran or
something.

George.

She's just a child.
- Oh come on.

(lips smacking)

- Thank you for the sandwich.

(tongue clicks)

(clock ticking)

- Dear Mr. Woods,

I can not keep Mona.

Please save her.

And I would like to leave
this necklace to her

so she can remember her
ancestors.

- [Rima] The history of the
necklace

is long to remember.

It has been handed down for
generations.

I took it from my mother

before I came to United States.

(soft mysterious music)

But I must go back to my country
now.

No one knows about Mona back
home.

Having a child outside of
marriage is punishable by death,

so I must leave her
with the people I trust.

If I can ever leave my country,
I will come back for her.

- Your mother left you with
us for a little while, dear.

It's okay, kiddo.

It's okay.

- [Stacey] George treated
Mona like his own.

- Later we'll see these big
picture windows in town.

It's amazing, they look like
polar bears.

(singing in foreign language)

- [Stacey] He did the Christian
thing, took her to church,

guided her homework like a real
father.

(Mona laughs)
- There you go, how's that?

(Mona and George laughing)

- Hm, maybe some more birds.
- So what else do we

need in there?

Need a bird up in the tree
maybe?

Draw a bird up there.

Maybe a nest, a bird's nest.

- Yeah, hm.

- Have some eggs in it.

- George was ready to
send Mona to college,

until Scott came along and took
her away.

(somber piano music)

- Just leave me alone.

I am so sick and tired of living
in this old elephant house.

I'm not even a kid anymore.

I want my own life.

- You're too young to get
married.

- Don't tell me what to do.

You're not even my real father.

I'm 18 years old, I can do what
I want.

I can live on my own.

- Mona!

- Back off, old freak.

- Mona, he's just after our
money.

- (scoffs) Pathetic.

Who cares about your money?

Just let me go.

(soft ominous music)

(George screams)

- Yeah, that's right.

Uncle George once asked me
to care of this business.

- Your cousin has hooked
up with this person

with less than a stellar past.

Find out what you can about him.

Where he lives, his job,

friends, family.

Get something on him, all right?

- Ya didn't know about that, did
you?

- You are so full of shit,
Charlie.

Mona begged me to marry her.

- Well, truth be told, Mona was
pregnant.

(Charlie sniffing)

Want some?

(Mona sniffs)

(somber music)

(Charlie chuckles)

So, you really like this Scott
guy?

- I don't know, but I'm
pregnant.

- You sure it's his?

Ya know, I can help arrange an
abortion.

- No, I want this child.

I wanna know what being a mother
is like.

My mom abandoned me and Aunt
Stacey never really liked me,

so for me this is an experience,

the connection to motherhood
that I lost.

- One day she was gone.

No one knew why or no one cared.

- Leave it.

- Trashing your paintings is not
helping.

- I can do what I want.

- You can't anymore.

You have a wife and a kid.

Get a job and help out.

- Stop telling me what to do.

All the time with your George
imitation.

Jesus, what is wrong with you?

(ominous music)

- Mommy.
- Thank you.

- Yeah, but I guess I'm
mostly pissed at myself

for not doing something to help
her

or even not being able
to remember anything.

- Come on, Nadia, you were six
years old.

You know, I don't remember
anything from when I was six.

So, what's after school for you,
huh?

- No idea.

Travel maybe.

I don't know, you?

- I was thinkin' mechanic.

You know, Grandma's thinkin'
college, but we'll see.

Where do you wanna go?

- Escape to a land warm and
enchanting.

Paradise, I guess.

- Well then, you should
probably check out New Zealand.

It's a pretty cool and
enchanting place.

My parents took me when I was
younger.

- So you remember it then.

- I remember thinking it was
cool,

but you know I don't
really travel too much, so.

- Well, I've never been
anywhere, so.

- Well, if you do go, I
recommend you bring a camera.

And I'm not talkin' about your
phone.

I'm talkin' about get one
like professionals use.

Ya know, a real camera.

- Those cameras are super
expensive, Jeff.

- I know.

But, you know, once I get my
money I'll buy one for ya.

No biggie.

- I'll remember that, cousin.

The best money can buy.

- God, Charlie, I'm thankful
Nadia turned out healthy.

- Nadia was the best
thing to happen back then.

- Nadia was Mona's life,

and she is so much like her
mother.

- You are just plain creepy.

What is it with you and my wife?

- Just a confidant when
you weren't around.

- I always suspected you had
somethin' to hide from me.

- Yeah, maybe I did.

- (chuckles) You son of a--

- Calm down, Scott.

There's no need for violence.

The woman you're fighting
over isn't even here.

- George and I realized we
hadn't heard

from Mona in a long time, so
we decided to bring it up.

- Yeah, we all suddenly
lost contact with her.

(suspenseful music)

- At my request, my will
is being read 10 years

after my death with the hope
that either,

A, My daughter Mona has
resurfaced,

or B, her case has been solved.

- (laughs) Sounds like Uncle
George was expecting a miracle.

- If neither has occurred,
please consult amongst
yourselves

at this time as to how to
proceed.

- So you're all here now.

Let's give it a shot.

- If the majority believes
Mona is indeed dead,

move on to envelope number two.

If this is not the consensus,
reconvene in 10 years hence

for the continuation of this
reading.

(Katharine scoffs)
(Charlie laughs)

- There is no way I'm
waiting another 10 years.

I could be dead.

- [Stacey] Oh.

(suspenseful music)

- Please make your decision

considering Mr. Woods'
precise instructions.

Dead or alive?

There ya go, Stacey, take a pen.

I'm sorry, Jeff and Nadia, you
have to be

of legal age to participate.

- Okay.

- [Mr. Pearson] Charlie.

Randy.

Katharine.

- So, what's your vote?

Dead or alive? (chuckles)

- One blank ballot and
five believe she's dead.

May I proceed?

- Yes, please.

- Now I'd like to take some time

to fulfill Mr. Woods'
assignment.

- Does it relate to the will?

- Certainly.

- Then let's continue.

- The ballot result doesn't
surprise me.

It strengthens my suspicion that
each one

of you is a murder suspect.

- Excuse me?

I don't understand what you're
saying.

- I mean all of you had
a motive to kill Mona.

- That's ridiculous.

- This some kind of conspiracy?

- I'm completely lost.

- Randy, you know what he's
takin' about?

- I'm out of here.

Technically I'm not family
anyway

and I guess I never really--

- Please sit down, Mrs. Jordan.

Yes you are part of this.

As Mr. Woods' nurse, you
tried every possible way

to get close to Mr. Woods.

You even wanted to divorce your
husband

so you could marry the old man.

(Katharine laughs)

- Wow, that's something I never
heard.

- I knew it.

- But your idea was rejected
and you blame Mona for it.

You believed she was going to
prevent you

from getting closer to George.

- You know that's ridiculous.

I never wanted to marry George.

I was just his friend.

- Close friends, huh?

- Brenda, you asked me to
keep it secret and I did,

but I did it for George.

I guess they all know
about your affair now.

- Okay, I admit, yes.

George and I were intimate,
but that doesn't mean--

- That's not all, Mrs. Jordan.

Mona asked you to take her
necklace in for appraisal

and you found the necklace quite
worthy.

And you came up with a malicious
idea.

- Well, I've never considered
it.

Perhaps you were the murderer.

- Stacey, I thought you were on
my side.

- That is brilliant perception,
Mr. Pearson, good job.

- (stammers) You know,
you are a sick family.

All of you have better motives
than I do.

- You're right, Mrs. Jordan.

Stacey could've benefited
from getting rid of Mona.

- (scoffs) Nonsense.

- After your teaching
license was suspended

you decided to move in with Mr.
Woods,

and your plan was to manipulate
him

into changing his will before he
died.

- My suspension was a setup.

And yes, George was my brother

and a widow many years.

He needed someone to take care
of him.

I don't see the harm.

- There was a problem, Stacey.

(soft suspenseful music)

(Mona sniffs)

You never considered Mona to be
a part

of your family because of
her Middle Eastern heritage

and you felt her behavior
undermined the family's dignity.

- I don't understand why God
gave me

such wonderful abundance,

a wife and a daughter,

and he took them away.

First Florence and now Mona.

- Florence was different.

She's your wife.

Mona isn't real family.

You only had her for a short
time.

- 13 years!

What did I do with it?

I worked and I worked.

- Years of drugs and constant
worry.

I don't mind telling you,
on more than one occasion

I wanted to get rid of her for
you.

- Perhaps that is when you
decided to take action.

- You're absolutely insane,
Mr. Pearson.

I'm sure George feels very
disappointed in his grave.

- It's been more than five
months.

- Mona probably just ran away
again.

Maybe she went looking for her
mother.

- What if it's worse?

- What could be worse than this,
George?

Mona is just a mixed up kid.

She only makes your life
miserable.

- Oh stop it.

(somber orchestral music)

(thunder rumbles)

(rain pattering)

- So, you starved your brother

and killed his adopted daughter?

- Oh, stop it, Charlie.

It's not funny.

(Charlie chuckles)

- [Mr. Pearson] Charlie,
as a matter of fact,

I can't prove your innocence
in Mona's death either.

- I don't know what you're
talkin' about, old man.

- Well, as the only offspring
working

in the Woods Corporation
you had the opportunity

to get close to Mona.

- I loved Mona.

I adored her.

- Is this some kind of
confession?

- Calm down, Scott, let me
finish.

Perhaps you did love Mona,
but your appetite for money

was greater than you appetite
for love.

- For fuck's sake, who doesn't
have an appetite for money?

That's why we're all here.

- Yours was different.

You controlled half of Mr.
Woods' business

and you were afraid Mona
was gonna stand in the way

of the other half after Mr.
Woods died.

- You're just an appointed
lawyer.

I could file a lawsuit against
you

for professional misconduct.

- Yes you may.

But my loyalty to serve Mr.
Woods

was based on his belief the
inheritance

should not be a celebration
of what might be gained,

rather a mediation of what was
lost.

- So what's your point?

- My point is, you seduced
Mona into drug addiction

so she would become dependent on
you.

- You tell him this?

- When that didn't
work, you devised a plan

to kill her by overdose.

(Charlie chuckles)

- Okay.

So maybe I gave her
drugs a couple of times,

but only when she needed it.

I never intentionally tried
to overdose her, never.

- What, Charlie?

Your drugs nearly killed
her a couple of times.

- Shut up, bitch.

I think you had a reason and
opportunity

to kill Mona as well.

- Me?

Not a chance.

I was a good friend to Mona.

- Charlie may not be wrong,
Katharine.

You proclaim yourself a good
friend,

but I'm not sure everyone would
agree.

- Scott, you know, right?

- [Mr. Pearson] I heard you and
Mona

fought hard over some issues.

- Scott, say somethin'.

I mean, I fought for you,
remember?

- She's cheating on me.

- What?

- She's fucking cheating on me

and she's cheating on me
with Charlie of all people.

- What?

- I know for a fact that she is.

He's goin'--
- Okay, stop.

Stay there, stay.

Are you banging someone else?

- No.

- No wonder people call you a
slut.

I feel sorry for Uncle
George takin' you in.

Go back to where you belong,
okay?

A whore's daughter is a whore,
too.

- Stop judging my family.

I swear, I will make your
life miserable as hell.

- I also heard a rumor
about your royal wedding.

You were engaged to an
English duke, but the wedding

was canceled because
of a blackmail attempt

to reveal your own infidelity.

- Charlie did that to me.

I knew it.

- No, it wasn't me that
blackmailed you.

All I did was hire a private
investigator for Mona.

- So Charlie, can you help me
find a private investigator?

Someone who can take really good
photos?

- For what, keep an eye on
hubby's pecker?

Just dump him for fuck's sake.

Guy doesn't even have a job.

- No, not him.

Someone else.

(soft suspenseful music)

- That's a perfect motive.

- Well,

Mona is a vengeful woman.

I could totally see her
tryin' to blackmail Katharine.

- I was really upset,
but I never, not once,

tried to kill her or anyone
else.

- Well, Mr. Pearson, according
to your little theory

everyone could be the
killer, but remember,

the husband is always the prime
suspect in a wife's murder.

- Of course, Charlie, I'm aware
of that.

- Don't try to drag me into
this, you son of a bitch.

I was cleared and I'm still
clear.

And you, you're just a lawyer,
not a cop.

Don't try to wear boots that
don't fit.

- I'm just tryin' to be
fair about this, Scott,

so let's see if this little
investigation takes root.

- Whatever.

But I'm innocent.

- Well, as a small time artist
you just couldn't handle

the fact that your work had
been constantly rejected.

(ominous music)

You're anger and frustration
boiled over

and eventually you became
an abusive husband.

- Fuck you, Pearson!

I don't have to stand here and
listen

to these false accusations.

I already told you, there was
someone else

actually involved in her
disappearance.

- You know who this guy is?

- No.

- Casper?

Well that's kinda new to me.

Have you all heard about this
before?

- [Group] No.

(ominous music)

- I think I killed my mother.

I guess I got tired of
being ignored by my mom.

She always used to make
me sit outside and wait

or watch out for my dad.

- So why would your mother
ask you to do such a thing?

(suspenseful music)

- When the man came?

- What man?

- I don't remember
exactly, but I was shocked

by what I'd done.

- What are you doin' here, baby?

(gun fires)

- Did you drop the gun, Nadia?

- I have partial amnesia,
so some of my memory

is mixed up and lost.

- Sweetie, your daddy never had
a gun,

okay?

Your brain is just a little
messed up

from being traumatized
from losing your mother

at such a young age.

Ask your Uncle Randy, he's a
psychologist.

- Your father may be
right about this, Nadia.

Children often alter the events
of a traumatic experience

to cope with the guilt
and loss that they feel.

They will even blame
themselves--

- Oh my God, I'm so bored.

Can we move on, please?

Seriously, else I'm gonna quit.

- Yeah, me, too.

I have to say that I am
just very disappointed

in all of this as well.

- They have a point, Mr.
Pearson.

Everyone has a motive, but
that's not

gonna make the will go away.

- What do you think, Doc?

I don't think this guy is doing
all this

for Uncle George, but for his
big fat ego.

Hope you're not a part of his
game.

- Of course not.

- Oh by the way, I can
tell you who's Casper.

Yup, oh, never mind.

I meant the Casper from
the Halloween party,

not the kidnapper. (chuckles)

(Nadia gasps)

- [Charlie] What's going on?

- It's just this room.

Look, there's light outside.

- Can someone please turn on the
lights?

(women gasp)
- Charlie.

(ominous music)

- He's been poisoned.

- Damn it.

- Come on, Charlie, get up.

(Charlie laughs)

- I just thought about that
movie, Clue.

Anybody see that one?

- [Randy] Drop it, Charlie.

- Ah.

- Mr. Pearson, if you're not
going to read the will tonight

I think we all should leave.

I hope this wasn't George's
idea.

- Honestly.
- Okay.

Number two.

(suspenseful music)

To qualify as a beneficiary of
my estate

each person summoned must
meet my Christian values

by meeting the following three
criteria.

- I knew George went to
church and made his donations,

but I never thought he upheld
his values so strongly.

- One.

Have reached the age of 18.

Two.

Upheld their sacred marriage
vows.

- How can George insist on
being faithful in marriage?

He certainly wasn't.

- Only you would know that, Mrs.
Jordan.

- Brenda, George was widowed at
the time

so technically you were
the only one cheating.

- Guess I'm out.

- Yeah, don't worry, I don't
think you were ever in.

- You've already got the cabin.

What more do you want?

- [Scott] Fuck, people.

Let the damn lawyer finish.

- Three.

Have no criminal record.

- Ho hoo.

♪ Another one bites the dust

- I wasn't actually prosecuted.

It was a setup.

I should have told George about
it.

- Too late.

- Drunk driving is a silly
thing.

I mean, everyone does it.

I don't think drunk driving's a
crime.

- Yeah, I'm pretty sure
attacking
a cop the way you did is.

- Shut up, Charlie.

I don't know why you
always try to put me down.

First you ruin my marriage

and now you--
- I told you

that wasn't me.

- Mr. Pearson, they'll argue
all night if you let them.

- [Scott] Yeah, just move on,
Mr. Lawyer.

- If a beneficiary is
deceased as of this reading

the money will not pass
off to their offspring.

- [Charlie] Can't argue with
that.

- To my son-in-law, Scott
Winter.

If Scott has remained
unmarried and conforms

to the aforementioned criteria,

he will act as trustee of my
entire estate

to be held in trust for Nadia
until her 18th birthday.

Additional criteria will follow.

- [Group] Everything?

- Oh, that is so uncool.

- I don't believe it.

- I don't think he will hold it
for Nadia.

- He will if it's stipulated in
the will.

- I'll contest this.

- That's the way the will was
structured.

Before we make any rash
decisions,

let's just read through the
rest of the instructions.

- There's $20 million at
stake, plus that mansion.

We need to clear the air.

- Yes, we want this all up
front, right?

Let's see, if Scott had anything
to do

with Mona's disappearance
he'd be out, too.

- For God's sake, people,
that investigation

was over 10 years ago.

I mean, come on, why are we
gonna bring up

this crap right now?

I told you, the police never
found any evidence against me.

Case closed.

- Well, George was very
dissatisfied

with that police investigation.

Total incompetence.

- [George] I need to see
Detective Bechmann immediately.

- I'm right here, Mr. Woods.

This is my new partner,
Detective Thompson.

- Hey.

- Have you gotten anywhere,
Detective?

- George, we've all but closed
the case.

Your daughter probably
left of her own free will.

- Look at her husband again.

- It's been done.

- My son-in-law had motive and
the means

and had been abusive in the
past.

- We've been over all this
before, George,

but without a body we can't
press charges

against your son-in-law or
anyone else.

- At least go back out to the
house and take another look.

Maybe you missed something.

- We did our investigation.

No body, no weapon, no sign of a
struggle.

And your daughter's history
would suggest that another man--

- Follow him!

Do something, damn it!

- We can't waste resources
following every one

of your disgraceful relatives,
Mr. Woods.

We'll let you know if something
develops.

- Maybe I can go back out to the
house

and I can look around
and see what I can find.

- Don't piss on my sidewalk,
kid.

I'm the lead here.

- Sorry, sir.

- Now, would you excuse us?

And that's how you handle irate
relatives.

We call the shots, we're the
law.

You can't let these rich pricks
bully you.

- What are you talking about,
Stacey?

The detectives literally
showed up on my door

on several occasions after
Mona's disappearance.

- So you're saying it's
been more than three months?

- Uh-huh.

- Have you heard anything since?

- No.

(suspenseful music)

- It's clear.

- We'll be in touch.

- So, you reported your wife
missing

three months after she
disappeared?

- I thought she would come back.

- I don't think that's a legit
answer.

- Hey shut the fuck up.

You're just trying to pin this
on me

because I'll have the
inheritance.

I told you that asshole she was
shagging

took your dear Mona, end of
story.

- Let's say this Casper
whoever ran off with your wife.

Then why doesn't he show up
tonight, hm?

We're talkin' about
winnin' the lottery here.

- Well, I don't know.

Maybe that guy's already here.

That guy could be you, Charlie.

- Me?

Then why would I kill her?

She's my ticket.

- Well it's like the
lawyer said, you're greedy.

You thought you would plunder
Mr. Woods' entire estate.

Unfortunately, the old
man disappointed you.

- You're not foolin' me.

I knew the old man better than
anyone.

- I don't know about the rest of
you,

but the police never came to
interview me.

I know things, stuff you'd
rather forget.

Katharine, you might remember as
well.

- Yeah, Mona swore us to
secrecy,

but I don't know what happened.

I was never good at
keeping secrets, but I did.

(knuckles tapping)

(soft ominous music)

- Mona?

Are you all right?

- He has a gun.

He said he's gonna kill me.

But please just don't tell
anyone.

It'll only make things worse.

I'm scared, but I'm more scared
for Nadia.

- You can always go back to
George, Mona.

I know he'll accept you
and he loves Nadia, too.

- I've hurt him so bad.

I said I'd never go back for his
money

or go back and stay with him.

Please, just leave.

- I don't know if you two are
lying

or if Mona dressed it
up to sucker you guys.

I told you, I never had a gun.

- But you reported your wife
missing three months later.

You had plenty of time to
clean up and ditch the gun.

I've said this, like, a trillion
times.

- And for the trillionth time,

there was no evidence against
me.

- Hey, what's your take on this,
Doc?

Say somethin', will ya?

- I wish I could, but
I barely spoke to Mona.

- Hey, don't try to drag
Randy into this, you asshole.

He's the one whose reputation
matters.

- And again, we've gone too far

discussing issues that are
irrelevant.

- But we can't let Scott
get away with this.

There's too much at stake.

- We're getting nowhere.

I suggest we all calm down.

Everyone take a break.

Go outside, have a drink, do
something.

Go, all of ya.

I'll call ya back after 30
minutes.

(soft ominous music)

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I thought we were in alliance.

All of a sudden we start
going against each other

because of that damn will?

I mean,

$20 million.

What are you gonna do
with that kind of money?

- I'll save it for Nadia.

I'm just a trustee.

(Katharine laughs)

- Yeah, I suppose you got the
last laugh.

Remember I did you a big favor
back then?

I mean, I was the one who
kept you in this will.

Uncle George was diagnosed
with lung cancer.

He could die soon.

- What's that go to do with me?

- The old man overheard the
rumors about you abusing Mona.

He asked me to see if it was
true.

If my words reflect badly on you
then,

well, you're out of the will.

- Okay.

So what am I supposed to do
about it?

(jazzy piano music)

- I think I deserve some of your
share.

- Well,

George never ended up believing
any of those accusations.

(plodding orchestral music)

(party guests chattering)
(bright orchestral music)

- [Katharine] What's this guy
doing?

- Yeah, that's great.
(guests chattering)

- [Guest] Excuse me.

(guests chattering)

- [Guest] Hey, babe.

- Yeah?
(guests chattering)

- Hey, Katharine, let's have a
talk.

(suspenseful music)

Come on, Kat.

I didn't blackmail you, you know
it.

- Okay.

- I wish I could fix it.

- I don't give a damn.

- Do you understand why George
let Scott be the trustee?

I thought he didn't even like
him.

- I don't know.

I hope it wasn't Alzheimer's or
something.

I thought George was pretty
aware before he died.

- (sighs) Yeah, me, too.

(knuckles tapping)

- Just come in.

- [Charlie] Hey, buddy.

- Hey. (chuckles)

- What can I say?

I am so happy to see you
after all these crazy years.

- Same here.

- So, you bring what I asked?

- Of course.

Don't I always take care of your
needs?

Please, be my guest.

All right.

Let's see here.

Smoke or snort?

- I enjoy snorting.

(Randy and Charlie laugh)

Thanks, Doc.

- [Randy] Mm-hm.

And don't forget this guy.

- Ah, thank you.

So, how is your wife?

- Oh, she's good.

Her father has helped me
get involved with politics.

- What's this all about?

- I am running for
state senator next year.

- Good for you. (chuckles)

And I suppose you wanna snatch
some cash

for your campaign, huh?

- That's why I'm here.

- Yeah, too bad.

I think that son of a bitch
is gonna get all the money.

(Randy scoffs)

- [Randy] We'll see.

- You know, I don't know why
Uncle George did this to us.

I mean, he might not like me,

but to give the money to that
asshole?

That shit was unexpected.

- I think Uncle George
is setting someone up.

- What, us?

- Me?

No.

I can take care of myself.

- Ah.

Come on, Randy, you took
care of me when I was a kid.

I gave you the inside
scoop, you masterminded it,

so how 'bout we take care of
each other

like the good old days, huh?

Here, want some?

- No, no, I've had enough
thrill for one day.

- (chuckles) I know what ya
mean. (sniffs)

Hey, I,

I got this plan.

- Hey, no, Charlie.

We had our fun when we were
kids, but I'm a doctor now,

and soon to be elected official.

The money will help, but I
have to do everything legally.

I have my reputation to protect.

- (laughs) No, no.

Randy, you're takin' this the
wrong way.

Everything I do is perfectly
legal.

Come here, pal.

(soft suspenseful music)

- Hey.
- Hey.

- So, looks like your dad's
gonna get all that money for ya.

- I don't care.

- I'm sure my grandma's gonna
be real pissed about that.

Okay, you know, Nadia,
you really shocked me

when you said you thought
you killed your mom.

Not that I think you did.

I mean, come on, you were six
years old

and way too small to handle a
gun.

- I have this weird dream

and I think that it might mean
something.

(soft ominous music)

(Nadia gasps)

And I think it might have
something to do with the murder.

- Well, maybe your dream's
tryin' to tell ya somethin'.

Maybe,

maybe you saw the murderer.

- Has anyone seen Charlie?

- He's probably hiding
somewhere enjoying his blow.

- Yeah, whatever he snorted this
time

he's not gonna wake up any time
soon.

- Why don't we just all move on

and someone can explain it to
him later.

- So, we all agree to continue?

- Yes.
- Absolutely.

- Go ahead.
- All right.

(suspenseful music)

In order to continue with the
will,

I have a small test for Nadia,
my darling granddaughter.

Her answer will determine
whether or not

her father, Scott Winter, earns
my trust.

- What kind of twisted
treasure hunt is this?

- That's the necklace I
had appraised for Mona.

I got a very good price from a
friend,

but she never sold it.

- [Stacey] But Mona would've
taken

her family treasure with her.

So what's this?

- Maybe she came back and
left it with Uncle George?

But then why deceive
Nadia and everyone here?

- That would be a little
unusual and unlikely.

- I understand, you all have
opinions about the necklace,

but may I continue the reading?

- Yes, of course.
- Sure.

- Nadia, come over here, please.

Jeff, you, too.

Nadia, my beloved granddaughter,
here is my question.

Is this your mother's necklace?

- What the hell is the old man
doing?

- Scott, please let Nadia
answer the question.

Failure to comply will result

in forfeiting your
responsibilities as trustee.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doin', Doc?

The question was for Nadia, not
for you.

- No, this is not my mom's
necklace.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I saw my mom's necklace
at home.

- [Group] At home?

- At home?

- I don't believe this.

George gave Mona that necklace
for her 18th birthday.

She loved that necklace dearly.

(somber orchestral music)

You said Mona ran away.

Why would she leave her
family legacy behind?

- You're wrong about this,
Nadia.

Your mother's necklace, it's not
at home.

She took all of the jewelry with
her.

- I know, it looks identical.

It reminds me of my
grandpa and my mom so much.

- What are you doin' here, baby?

- Mommy, you're so beautiful.

- Thank you, my sweet baby.

- Mommy, can I wear
your necklace sometime?

- Of course you can,
but maybe when you get

a little bit bigger, okay?

- [Nadia] And my grandpa
said the same thing to me.

- You must miss your mama,
Nadia.

I know I do.

- Uh-huh.

I liked my mom's necklace, too,

but she wouldn't let me wear it.

- You're a bit too young
for jewelry, darlin'.

You know that was a gift
from your mother's mother.

We'll get you one when
you get older, okay?

- Nadia,

if you said that the
necklaces look identical,

how can you be sure that this
one

isn't your mother's necklace?

- I just remember she left it at
home.

- Are you sure about this,
Nadia?

- Uh-huh.

- Yay, another ancient mystery.

- Stop it, Jeff.

- I feel totally dumbfounded.

- Just to be clear, you're
certain

this is not your mother's
necklace?

- Yes, I think so.

I do.

- Thank you.

Okay, now we need everyone
present to continue.

Can someone please find Charlie
and bring him back here?

- [Jeff] Yeah, I'll go.

- Thank you, Jeff.

(suspenseful music)

(knuckles tapping)

- Charlie?

Charlie wasn't in his room.

I checked the other doors, too,
but...

- Well, he needs to be
present for us to continue,

so let's find him, folks.

(soft ominous music)

(crickets chirping)

(door creaks)

(suspenseful music)

(Stacey whimpers)

- Stacey?

Stacey, is that you, are you all
right?

Stacey?

- Dude.

Uncle Charlie's ride is sweet.

- I know, who else in our
family would drive a Porsche?

- Is it open?

- Yeah. (chuckles)
- Let's get in.

Get in.

You know, if we can find the
keys

I can drive you around like Miss
Daisy.

- Don't you think it's a little
too late

to go for a drive, Jeff?

(Brenda screaming)

- [Jeff] Give me the envelope.

Go.

- Come on, go.

(Brenda gasps)
- What happened?

- [Nadia] (gasps) Oh my God.

(soft suspenseful music)

- Don't look at me.

- Uncle Randy, are they okay?

- No.

They're both gone.

(women gasp)

- No, no, no, she's still
breathing.

She's still alive.

- [Randy] Is she?

- Let's get her to a room, come
on, quick.

(clock chimes)
- We need to call the police.

Or an ambulance or something.

- There's no signal out here.

- How 'bout using the house
phone?

- Oh, that's right, I disconnect
the line

during the off season.

Somebody should just drive
until they get a signal.

- No!

No one leaves.

Give me 10 minutes, I'll meet
you all in the living room.

- What about my grandma?

- Stay with her, son.

(somber music)

- Hello, Scott.

Hungry?

- What?

- Your daughter's answer
caught my attention.

- It caught my attention, too,
Doc.

What are you tryin' to say?

- I think you had something to
do

with your wife's disappearance.

(Scott chuckles)

- Another accusation.

Let's hear it.

- It's possible that you killed
your wife,

took her necklace, and stashed
it at home.

- Why would I take the
necklace if I had killed Mona?

- Because you didn't
want her body identified.

The necklace is unique.

What if her body were discovered
one day?

- Look, I know you're a
psychologist,

(Randy grunts)

but your theory doesn't hold
water, Doc.

Mona's case was closed.

- Uh-huh, but a new case has
been opened.

- What new case?

- Charlie may have found
something on you,

so you killed him.

- I didn't kill Charlie.

- Well.

If you want to avoid being
accused,

you would need to shift the
blame

to others with stronger motive.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- [Nadia] How's your grandma?

- At least she's still alive.

- [Nadia] Mm-hm.

- Hey, do you mind if I ask you
something?

- No, go ahead.

- [Jeff] Okay, are you sure that

that's not your mom's necklace?

I mean--
- Well I just know it.

- Okay, but how?

- Because I saw my mom's
necklace at home.

- Are you sure?

Like, super sure?

- Yes, I'm positive.

(soft suspenseful music)

It was that afternoon sometime
after my mom went missing.

- Well, have you seen it lately?

- No.

- Okay, well then it's
possible that your grandpa

got the necklace, brought it
back here

and your answer would be wrong.

- I don't care.

Maybe my dad felt disappointed.

I don't care about the stupid
inheritance.

- Charlie was obviously
poisoned.

That's all I can tell from a
quick glance.

I have seen cyanide do that
in some of my suicide cases.

- Can you think of anyone
who could have done this?

- Oh God.

Stacey was a chemistry
teacher, she'd know.

- Then why was she attacked?

- Maybe Charlie fought
back before he died.

- Her background?

- Stacey was accused
of being in possession

of a controlled substance
while she was a teacher.

Charlie and his big mouth
told everyone about that.

- The case against her was
dropped.

- Well it doesn't matter.

The damage was done.

(door creaks)

(soft suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

(Jeff grunts)

(footsteps thud)

- Well, if it wasn't Scott then,

okay I'm not gonna lie.

Katharine did it.

She disappeared for no reason

and she was gone for a really
long time.

- Go on.

- Okay, well, Charlie wrecked
her life.

The poor thing's still
unmarried.

I'm sure she'll never get
over that disappointment.

- How about Stacey?

- Well, maybe Katharine
didn't do it alone.

She relies on Stacey for a lot,
you know.

- So you think they did it
together?

- Well, Stacey could have
come to help Katharine,

but maybe Stacey was just a
little too old

to escape like Katharine.

- Man, my parents are so messed
up.

- Yeah, mine were, too.

Sometimes I'm glad they're gone

just so I don't have to deal
with it.

- I wonder why Uncle
Charlie never got married.

Maybe he knew it was more
trouble than it's worth.

- You know, the funny
thing is he's the only one

that ever really talked to us.

(bright orchestral music)

- I don't like my parents so
much.

They ignore me all the time.

- Me, too.

But Uncle Charlie is nice.

- Uncle Charlie, can we see your
photo?

- Hey guys.

No, this is not for little
people,

but hey, how 'bout I take an
instant picture of you two?

- [Jeff And Nadia] Yeah.

- [Charlie] Okay.

Say cheese.

- [Jeff And Nadia] Cheese.

(camera whirring)

- Okay, now, you have to do this

so the picture dries fast, okay?

There ya go.

- Can I try it, Jeff?

- Hey you guys take turns, all
right?

You let Nadia have a turn.

(party guests chattering)

There ya go.

All right, hey kids, let's
go inside, all right?

It's gettin' a little chilly.

Come on, let's go.

(soft ominous music)

- You seem to remember a lot.

- Yeah, his death must have
jogged my memory or something.

- Maybe.

Hey, do you still have the
envelope

from Uncle Charlie's car?

- Yeah.

- Do you think we should open
it or give it to Mr. Pearson?

- (exhales) You're the
detective.

- Maybe we should give it to Mr.
Pearson.

- Come on, let's go.

- [Nadia] Thank you.

(animal howling)

- Someone saw you and Charlie
talking by the parking lot.

What were you discussing?

(suspenseful music)

- He was asking me about
that Halloween party.

- Hey, Scott.

You remember that Halloween
party?

- What the hell's goin' on here?

- You're a coward, Scott.

You've been ignoring her all
this time.

I'm not surprised what she's
been doing behind your back.

- (scoffs) Oh yeah?

Why are you so concerned
about my wife, huh?

What, are you tryin' to get
yourself laid,

you son of a bitch?

- Hey, okay, okay.

All right, all right, okay.

- Fuck you, Charlie.
- No.

- Fuck you, man.
- Get off of me.

- Cool costume,

you fuckin' asshole.
- I got you.

- Fuck you, Charlie.
- All right, all right.

- [Charlie] Fuck you, your art
sucks.

- I peed in your car's gas tank,

you son of a bitch.
- Go paint a pictur.

Fuck you.

- So you think your wife and
Charlie were havin' an affair?

- I did, but I never got
a chance to prove it.

- Anything else give cause for
suspicion?

(soft ominous music)

- He phoned me before I came up
here.

Something about Mona's photo.

I haven't seen anything yet.

(light switch clicks)

- Uncle Randy.

What are you doin' in here?

- Hey guys.

I just came to see if she was
all right.

- Well is she okay?

- She should be fine.

- That's a relief.

She's all I've got left.

- But she is almost 70 years
old.

You just never know.

But I can stay and watch over
her if you two wanna go out.

- Oh, that's okay, we'll stay
here,

but thanks, Uncle Randy.

- But Mr. Pearson does
wanna speak with you both.

- Okay.

I'll go first.

Nadia can stay here.

- Charlie was a bleeping
fucktard.

He was up to no good.

Stacey found out something
and he tried to kill her.

He was probably high at the
time and ODed or somethin'.

- Anything else?

- (chuckles) No, other than
Charlie being bleeping fucktard?

No.

- You can trust me,
Nadia, I'm a psychologist.

I've seen many cases like yours.

Maybe I can help you get your
memory back.

Tell me, what did you see?

- I saw my mom's happy face
and her finger over her lips.

- Mr. Pearson?

- [Mr. Pearson] Yeah, come in,
kid.

- Hey.

- How's your grandma?

- Oh, she's fine, she's fine.

I left her with Nadia and Uncle
Randy.

- Oh good, good.

Look, I understand you
and Nadia are not 18 yet.

I don't see anything suspicious
about you,

but I gotta ask these--

- Well, I probably
shouldn't have done this

without permission, but I did.

- So there's somethin'
you wanna talk about?

- Well,

Nadia and I found this
in Uncle Charlie's car.

(soft ominous music)

And I also found this.

- So, you're telling me that
your mother

looked happier when this man
came over?

Can you describe him?

- I wish I could, but I don't
remember.

- Right, right.

Memory loss.

- But I have this weird dream.

My mom hands me a toy Casper

and says it's a secret between
us.

- Maybe that's a message from
your mother.

She'd want you to keep her
secret.

- It makes no difference.

I don't even remember anyway.

- Here's the key to my car.

Drive until you get a signal.

- What about my grandma?

- I'll take care of her, son,
don't worry.

- I'll be back soon.

(suspenseful music)

- Why would you tell them

that your mother's necklace is
at home?

- I told them the truth.

- For God's sake, that is not
the truth.

We don't have your mom's
necklace at home, sweetie.

- But I saw it.
- When?

- After Mom went missing.

- Then where is it?

- I don't know, I haven't
checked it for a long time.

- See?

I told you.

You have problems remembering
things.

Your brain is just a
little messed up, sweetie.

- No, not this time.

- Yeah, right.

- Dad?

Did you kill Uncle Charlie?

- No, I didn't.

Why do you think that
I would kill Charlie?

Why would you ask me something
so stupid?

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

- I don't know why you called me
back

for more of this interrogation
nonsense.

What next, waterboarding?

I told you all I know, Mr. P.

- Very well, Katharine.

I think I have enough, thank
you.

If you don't mind, could
you get Randy for me?

I'd appreciate it.

- I thought we were done here.

I told you everything I knew.

- I just wanna clarify a
couple of things, Randy.

So you think it was poison,
right?

- Yes.

And the more I think about it,

the more I suspect it was
Stacey.

- I've heard that accusation.

I'm wondering what else made
Stacey hate Charlie so much

she eventually killed him.

- Charlie helped George run the
business

but he lost half the money.

Stacey never forgave him for
that.

Besides, Charlie never paid
her the proper respect.

- Okay, but why'd she wait
so long to take action?

- Stacey is a cynical,
but intelligent woman.

I imagine she was waiting
for the right opportunity.

Today was that day.

- [Mr. Pearson] I see.

- She probably underestimated
the time it took

for the poison to take effect

and Charlie struck her
hard as he went down.

- Any others that may be
involved?

- No.

Why?

- Curious.

- Well, I could put Scott into
that hat,

but he has his own
terrible shit to deal with.

- And what do you mean by
terrible shit?

- I just found out that Scott
may have killed his wife

in front of his own daughter.

- And how did you find that out?

- I just spoke with Nadia.

(Mr. Pearson chuckles)

- I respect your profession,
Doctor, so tell me,

what's your theory?

- It's a defense mechanism.

Children often erase bad
memories

to protect themselves from the
truth.

I believe Nadia saw the killer

and the most likely killer was
Scott.

- [Jeff] Grandma disappeared.

(soft suspenseful music)

(animal howling)

- Hey Scott, where is everyone?

- Don't ask me.

I'm not interested in your crazy
family.

- And your daughter, Nadia?

Interested in her?

- Why are you suddenly so
concerned about my daughter?

- I was just speaking
with her in Stacey's room

and now both women have
disappeared.

- Well, women like to play hide
and seek,

like my wife, ya know?

- Right.

Hey, Scott, there's a friend
of mine who's an art collector.

She's interested in seeing
some of your paintings.

Maybe I can introduce you both
some day.

- Forget it, Doc.

I don't think your friends
are gonna be interested

in mingling with a
mediocre artist like me.

- Oh, don't be so hard on
yourself, Scott.

You used to be a great artist.

(Scott laughs)

- Now that was a long time ago.

- Well, you can pursue your art
again

once you receive the
inheritance.

I just hope nothing turns
up to spoil your future.

- What do you mean?

- Nadia saw you murder Mona.

- That's fucking insane!

- Nadia's suffering from
post traumatic stress.

She doesn't remember events
clearly,

but she remembers enough to
make me suspicious of you.

- That's even more ridiculous.

- [Randy] Then there's
always the necklace.

- All right, no more crap, Doc,
got it?

- Well, maybe there is
something I can do to help you.

(clock chiming)

- All right, folks,
this is the last meeting

before we return home.

- I never shoulda come here.

I shoulda known better.

Come on, Nadia, we're leaving.

- Your actions could be
perceived

as fleeing the scene of a crime,
Scott.

- Not if I didn't do anything.

(ominous music)

- Unless you wanna be
considered a prime suspect,

I suggest all of you stay put.

Now, everyone put your hands on
your knees

and leave them there.

That's good.

Now then, we need to
straighten out this will

before someone else ends up
dead.

I'm gonna read through Mr.
Woods' will

until we find the last
qualified beneficiary.

- It's all about Scott and his
family.

You know what, I feel used.

- I feel used, too.

- At least I'm still alive.

- Before we finish the will,

we should discuss Charlie's
death.

I think these two events
are highly related.

Just to remind everyone,

this is the contingency for
letter three.

- Where's Stacey?

(soft suspenseful music)

- Nadia, my dear granddaughter,

I know you have already given
your answer.

Now I want to tell you whether
your answer

is true or false is completely
irrelevant,

but I'd like to trace
the necklace's journey

and then you will know
what I'm talking about.

- Years ago I found a fine
jeweler to make a counterfeit,

then I gave this copy to your
mother for her 18th birthday.

I believe your mother never
found out

that the necklace I gave to her

was not her family's legacy but
a replica.

After your mother went
missing, for a while I thought

she would have gone with
her fake family treasure.

Mm, nicely done.

But Nadia, you surprised me.

- I like my mom's necklace, too,

but she wouldn't let me wear it.

- You're a bit too young
for jewelry, darlin'.

You know that was a gift
from your mother's mother.

We'll get you one when
you get older, okay?

- But Grandpa, mama left
the necklace at home.

Can I wear it if she's never
coming back?

- [George] From that
moment I began to think

that your father must
have killed your mother,

because I believed your mother
would never

have left her family treasure
behind.

So I drew this 10 year
will for two reasons.

One, to validate my
assumption about your father.

Two, to give you time to
grow strong and mature enough

to bring justice down on the man

who killed your mother.

- [Nadia] Dad?

- Come on, Scott, your daughter
saw you.

Just let it go.

- God will accept your
confession, Scott.

- (sniffs) Yes, I,

yes, I did.

I did.

I killed Mona.

But it was an accident.

Nadia, what are you doin' out
here?

- Mama told me to.

- That was the last
day I saw my mom alive.

- Teriyaki chicken.

- Okay, I can make that for you.

You let me know if you see

your daddy's car coming, okay,
baby?

- I guess I felt angry
about this for a long time

so I decided not to warn my mom.

- Come inside, baby, it's
gettin' cold out here.

(ominous music)

- After my dad went into the
house...

- Mona.

(hand banging)

Mona, open the door!

(hand banging)

Open it!

(hand banging)

Mona, open this fucking door.

(hand banging)

You dirty fucking slut, I know
you have someone in there.

Open this door!

(suspenseful music)

- [Mona] No.

No (mumbles).

No, please don't.

- Get away from me,
- No.

- you filthy cunt.
(gun fires)

(Nadia gasps)

No.

Mona?

(somber music)

No, no.

Mona?

Mona?

Mona?

No, no, no, Mona, Mona.

Breathe, breathe.

Nadia.

Nadia, it's okay, baby, she's
gonna be okay, all right?

I promise you she's gonna be
okay.

It was just an accident.

Nadia.

(chanting in foreign language)

Mona, Mona, breathe.

Breathe.

- I was so scared.

(suspenseful music)

I guess I passed out
on the street.

The shock, the fear, the anger.

It was too much.

(machine beeping)

I woke up in the hospital the
next day

and I couldn't remember what
happened.

- [Brenda] Oh, that's so sad.

- Nadia, I'm really sorry.

- Well.

(soft ominous music)

It looks like I'm the last
qualified trustee in this room.

- Don't spend the money yet,
Randy, I'm not finished.

Now it's time to talk
about Charlie's death.

- Well, we already found
the killer in the house.

- Dad, did you kill Uncle
Charlie?

- No.

No.

- Who then?

- That's a good question.

For a while I considered the
three women.

- Mr. Pearson, please, we've
been through this haven't we?

- Mr. Pearson, Charlie
threatened to tell my husband

about the affair, but by that
time

my husband had already passed,
so why would I even care?

- What about Stacey?

- Oh wait.

I saw her put some
mysterious powder in a drink.

- Another witness.

- Stacey was the prime suspect
at the time

of my interrogations,

but this button made me change
my mind.

We found it near Charlie's dead
body.

I believe Charlie pulled
it from the killer.

- Just because I'm missing a
button

does not make me a killer,
Pearson.

- No wonder this pompous
ass wanted to see me.

- Oh boy, I can't take
another joke like this.

- No, it's not a joke.

I must say, I felt surprised
myself.

- Hey wait, wait, okay.

We all wanna know how this
played out,

but you gotta tell us why you
think Randy is the murderer.

- Well, during our first
break I believe Randy

killed Charlie, but he didn't
have time

to move the body from
his room because I called

you all back for the meeting.

- Hey Randy, time to go.

(ominous music)

- It was Jeff who found
Randy's door locked,

the only room that was locked.

(knuckles tapping)

- Charlie?

(suspenseful music)

Charlie wasn't in his room.

I checked the other doors, too,
but...

- Well, he needs to be
present for us to continue,

so let's find him, folks.

After I sent everyone to look
for Charlie,

Randy found his opportunity
to dump the body

into the storage room.

(soft suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(Randy exhales)

- (gasps) Oh, dear God.

Oh. (cries out)

- Stacey?

Stacey?

Stacey?

Stacey, are you in here?

(Brenda gasps)

(Brenda screams)

Oh, oh my God. (screams)

- That's a lie.

Where's Stacey?

- I'm right here.

- Your head is injured.

You don't remember clearly.

It wasn't me, Stacey, you
tripped over your own feet.

- I may be too old to remember a
poem,

but I'm young enough to remember

who tried to murder me.

Bastard!

- Oh no, oh no, don't you
dare try to cover this up.

We all saw you put the
powder in that drink.

You poisoned Charlie, didn't
you?

- That was a sedative for
myself.

- Oh, right.

Okay.

Okay, just because I
am the next beneficiary

you are all setting me up.

But there is one small
problem in your little game,

you all have motives and I
don't.

- That would be my conclusion,
'til I saw this picture.

The camera log on the back of
the picture

says it was taken the same date
and time

as the Halloween party.

Like the one Stacey took.

(playful orchestral music)

You probably remember when the
lights mysteriously went out?

That's when somebody mentioned
that notorious name Casper.

- Oh by the way, I can
tell you who's Casper.

(Nadia gasps)

- It's been brought to my
attention

that you and Charlie had
some kind of argument.

- Charlie asked me about the
Casper thing.

- Tell me who Casper was at the
party.

- Why do you even care?

- Just wanna know.

- You don't think he's
Mona's Casper, do you?

- Why not?

- 'Cause Charlie, they're
not the same person.

Randy's a golden boy.

I don't know who the heck Mona
slept with.

- [Mr. Pearson] And Scott's
confession added more.

- He was asking me about
that Halloween party.

- Hey, Scott, remember
that Halloween party?

- Not really, why?

- Didn't Randy disappear
for about an hour?

- Wait, I thought he got
drunk and you drove him home.

(Charlie grunts)

- [Mr. Pearson] Charlie didn't
believe Randy and Casper

were just a simple coincidence.

- Katharine said it all.

I wasn't Mona's Casper.

You can't accuse me just
because I wore a Casper costume.

- You're right, I can't judge
you by what you wore, but...

(party guests chattering)

(playful orchestral music)

(ominous music)

(party guests chattering)
(playful orchestral music)

(ominous music)

(camera clicking)

(party guests chattering)
(playful orchestral music)

- Uncle Charlie, can we see your
photo?

- Hey guys.

(party guests chattering)
(playful orchestral music)

So, who is this guy?

- It's none of your business.

I can't believe you took a
picture of us.

Are you insane?

- [Mr. Pearson] Charlie
wanted Randy to confess

to the secret affair with Mona
in order

to tie Scott to Mona's murder,
but Randy rejected him.

(Charlie sniffs)

- Hey,

I got this plan.

- Hey, no, Charlie.

We had our fun when we were
kids, but I'm a doctor now

and soon to be elected official.

The money will help but I
have to do everything legally.

I have my reputation to protect.

- No, no, no, Randy.

You're takin' this the wrong
way.

Everything I do is perfectly
legal.

Come here, pal.

Listen, Scott has been using his
tired out

Mona kidnapping story for way
too long.

The sooner everyone knows he
killed Mona,

the sooner he goes to jail.

(Randy grunts)

It's time to come clean,
Randolph.

You need to fess up to
bein' Mona's boy toy.

That way we'll kick the son of a
bitch

out of this game altogether.

- How'd you,

How do you know that man was me?

- I used my expertise.

- All right.

But how are you going to prove
it?

- I got somethin' solid.

- Liar.

- Not this time.

- Then show me.

- Not 'til you say yes.

- And knock myself out of
contention for the will?

Uh, no.

- Get rid of Scott, and I'll
split

the estate 70/30 with you.

- Together.

I get you, but if it
gets out that I screwed

my fucking cousin,
(Charlie chuckles)

I'll be outta the race.

- You're fucking adopted cousin.

- I don't think my wife and
in-laws would understand.

(Charlie laughs)

- Oh.

Randy. (laughs)

Randy.

I'm losing my patience, Randy.

Be realistic.

If you don't confess,

I'll do it for you.

- You intimidate me?

- No, (clicks tongue) no.

I advise you.

Are you fuckin' crazy?

- Shh, I'm just putting you to
sleep

so you'll shut your fucking
mouth.

Welcome to my political
campaign.

(Randy grunting)

(singing in foreign language)

- [Katharine] Hey Randy?

Time to go.

- Well, did anyone
actually call the police?

- I did.

They're on their way.

- Katharine is right.

You need evidence, Mr. Lawyer.

You can't draw conclusions
based on your crazy imagination.

- Well, my assumption

is based on this.

(soft suspenseful music)

(Randy chuckles)

- This means nothing, you old
fool.

Charlie probably just wrote that

to incriminate me in his little
scheme.

It's hardly evidence.

- I mean,

the woman in the photo's
definitely Mona,

but the man,

you can't see his face.

He's turned away from the
camera.

- Precisely.

Again, thank you, Katharine.

Now,

I guess it's time to return to
the will.

- Jeff?

- It's you in the photo,
Randy, and I can prove it.

- Please, be my guest.

And when you fail, I will gladly
accept your humble apology.

(suspenseful music)

- As Katharine stated,
the man's turned away

from the camera so we
can't make out his face.

But if you look in the right
spot, there's a mirror.

Of course the photo was way too
small

to actually see whose face it
is.

But if you were to simply
download

a magnifying glass app

and use it on the photo,
and if you zoom in,

well,

that looks like Randy to me.
(Katharine gasps)

- I don't believe this.

- Such a shame.

- You're Casper.

- [Randy] Scott.

- You're fucking Casper.

You're fucking Casper.

- Jesus.
(Stacey gasps)

(Stacey whimpering)

- I swore that I would kill the
man

that she betrayed me for.

(ominous music)

- Scott.

I'm sorry, Scott.

(Scott laughs)

- Sorry.

You should be sorry,

for the woman who died for you.

You fuck, you fucking fuck!

Fuck you, god damn you!

- Scott, you don't
understand, there is more.

- No!

You deserve to die.

Fortune or death?

I choose death.

(dramatic music)

- Dad.

(Stacey gasps)
(men grunting)

(gun fires)

(Stacey yelps)

(Randy breathing raggedly)

(somber music)

- Dad.

Oh Dad.

I'm so sorry. (crying)

- Baby, baby, it's okay, it's
okay.

It's not your fault.

Your mother, she's gone.

She's gone, she's not coming
back.

She's never coming back.

She's never coming back.

It's over.

(women gasp)

(gun fires)
(Nadia whimpers)

(Scott grunts)

- Nadia.

(birds chirping)

The necklace you tested is the
original.

Mr. Woods wanted it passed on to
you

as promised.

(Nadia crying)

Take it.

(Nadia crying)

- (sighs) Hey Jeff, you wanna
get in here

and help me out for a sec?

- Yeah.

- Dude, do you ever hear from
that foxy cousin of yours?

What was her name?

Lonnie, Lydia.

- Nadia.

Why do you ask?

- I just saw on the news some
girl went missing last night

and it reminded me of your
cousin

getting all that money and
disappearing.

(somber orchestral music)

- [Nadia] Hello, anybody home?

- Nadia.

Where you been?

- I was in New Zealand,
actually.

It was beautiful just like you
said.

- Did you take pictures?

- Well no.

Someone didn't buy me a camera.

- Ooh, don't ask me now 'cause
I'm broke and that's no joke.

- I figured as much.

Here.

- Nadia,

I don't know what to say.

- Grandpa George would say
thanks, kiddo.

- Thanks.

(soft orchestral music)