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You have a loaded gun conveniently within reach.

And the lots that even been turned on.

You have taken 7 people, each of whom has a real life reason

to wish you harm.

Gathered them together on a remote island and place

the idea of your murder in their heads.

It's like putting a loaded gun on the table and turning off the lights.

Hint.

You didn't with it for English.

Jackass.

Your warmer with any panache at all.

And you stole the whole idea from me.

And after all that, you.

You still kept the envelope?

He didn't burn it or any.

You recognise this?

Andy's handwri.

Thank you, son of a bitch.

Ohh.

Let's slow down there sister, OK?

Because first, how could you ever prove that that's the original?

She might have copied mine.

The bar closed nine years ago,

and hers has one thing that George just doesn't.

Okay, but second.

What the hell did he do?

He just burned.

Burned what?

I didn't see anything.

You burned it.

Someone making toast.

This will not stand well.

Did you see this?

Proof?

This smoking napkin block.

No.

Did anybody?

Okay, then wow.

Wow, we got some big accusations flying around here.

Except everybody seems to have very foggy recollection

of what they actually saw,

and there's nothing but totally circumspective evidence.

So if this was just us playing my murder mystery game,

which we shouldn't have been doing all weekend,

then Blanc wins an iPad pro this time.

But this is the real world.

And in the real world, you need more than a neat little detective story.

You need evidence.

And you've got.

Nothing.

Do you?

He's right.

Contents of that envelope in his possession of it were our own physical evidence.

Right.

Wanna take that to the cops?

You want to take it to the courts?

look

You pick your poison.

Anywhere you go, it's going to be your word against mine.

How do you think that's gonna go?

I think it's going to go.

About like it went for Andy.

And I do want to say.

Your sister was a complicated woman, but she meant the world to me.

And I'm so sorry for your loss.

Nobody stepping up.

Raise your hand and say I saw him take Duke's gun.

I saw him that night at Andy's house.

I saw the napkin before he burned it.

We didn't.

We didn't.

He would lie for a lie.

But she pulled back with the truth.

You're still holding on to his titties.

You shithead.

Plunk.

I need you to do something.

I'm sorry, Ellen.

I gave you the truth.

This is where my jurisdiction ends.

I have to answer to the police, the courts, the system.

There's nothing I can do.

Except maybe.

Offer you some courage.

And a reminder.

Why your sister walked away in the first place?

No.

Ohh.

Why the hell not go, Helen?

Go Helen.

God damn that thing.

Ohh really.

So join it, yeah.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, I think we should.

Okay.

I get it guys.

Let it all out.

yeah

No.

Hey bozos.

Ohh, coming in real on

Helen.

Easy.

I think I belong to leverage.

OK,

are you done?

Whoa.

Not done.

How?

Okay, what?

What what is?

What do you want?

We're not.

Ohh God whoa.

Miles fires people.

Miles, miles.

For help.

Ohh.

Come on, tell the truth.

ohh

Okay, stop.

Stop.

Enough.

Helen.

Walk away.

With a reminder of why my sister walked away in the first place.

Oh shit.

Hindenburg.

And they smoke.

And they smokeless garden.

There is a smokeless garden.

If they smoke, less disruption.

Fucking gay.

Mona Lisa Mona Lisa men have named you.

You're so like the lady with Mystic smile.

Is it only because you're lonely they have blamed you?

All that money is a strangeness in your smile.

Do you smile to tempt a lover morally side?

Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?

All you want.

Morning, Lisa.

Arms are still cold and lonely.

Lovely world.

Ohh.

Ohh alisa.

Won't.

Ohh.

Ohh fantastic Ohh so punk rock.

I think you're an alligator.

You think you pop me like a gangster?

No, you baby.

God you child.

You feel better now?

I hope you little bitch tantrum gave you closure because it accomplished nothing.

Your fuel of the future

just barbecued the world's most famous painting, dumbass.

Congratulations on the public launch of clear.

In the end of miles.

Prime.

You're ruined.

And you did get your wish.

Different never be remembered in the same breath.

The Mona Lisa.

No.

No.

Gang, we all saw the same thing.

We know what happened.

Am I right?

I saw the napkin he burned.

God.

Now you mention it, I clearly saw him grab Duke's gun.

I saw him driving away from Andy's house the night she was killed.

Ohh.

You shitheads.

Did you get the son of a bitch?

Yeah.

You're ready to go home.

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