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Gortimer:
I've lived my whole life
on Normal Street.

There's a lake at one end,

and a forest of shady trees
at the other.

But what lies in between
is anything but normal.

It's normal to
try on different roles
in different situations.

We pretend we're
more confident.

Or more outgoing.

Or more adventurous.

But when we play at being
someone else,

is there a chance we might
lose ourselves?

♪♪

"You are cordially invited to
the Marlow Mystery Party,

"a night of
suspects and secrets

"celebrating the legacy
of Normal Street's
most esteemed author,

"Polly Marlow.

"Please find enclosed your
character assignment cards."

I've never read
any of her books.

Start with "Curse of
the Singing Fountain,"

then read "Secret of
the Wandering Oak,"

and after that,
either "B is for Blackmail,"

or "T is for Theft."

So you've read
all of them?

No way. She wrote,
like, a hundred.

That's how they make
the Mystery Party
feel new every year.

So many characters.

Who'd you guys get?

Ranger: Tex Matthews
is an oil baron with
no scruples

when it comes to his
precious black gold.

You make a man sharp

by cheatin' him
every chance you get.

Abigail:
You like your jazz hot?

Head uptown to hear
Anita Carmichael,

New York City's
most soulful songbird.

♪ Will I always be lonely? ♪

♪ Will I always be blue? ♪

Stanley:
Riding the rails across

the great plains of
America as a hobo,

hungry for life.

His name: Beans.

Only when you
ain't goin' nowhere,

and you don't care,

then you're free.

Mel: Do you like
the night life?

This southern belle is
the toast of every party.

From Harlem to Montmartre,

Fanny Flannigan.

[southern accent]
You can keep New York.

Paris is the cat's pajamas.

Catherine:
Emily Lynn Jones
is an archeologist,

and adventurer
with a tragic past.

I've been to every place
that's in the atlas,

and every place that isn't.

The only treasure
I've never found

is my long lost baby sister.

Gortimer:
This star burns brighter

than all the neon
on Broadway.

Renowned actor
Raymond Bloodstone.

To be or not to be,

that is the question.

Here's another.

Am I the greatest talent
to ever grace the stage?

The answer.

Yes.

♪♪

[indistinct conversations]

- Gortimer: Hi, guys.
- Ranger: Hey, guys.

Mel: You guys look nice.

These deviled eggs
are awesome.

Don't you mean
the bees knees?

Or the cat's meow,
or the gnat's whistle?

Hey, check this out.

The brooch was a gift
to Polly Marlow
from President Coolidge.

He was one of
her greatest admirers.

One of the things they're
raising money for tonight

is to have
the ruby eye replaced.

Gortimer:
"The owl was inscribed
with the words

"'In recognition of your
incomparable talent,

and dramatic genius.'"

That's a pretty great honor.

Woman: Is that
Raymond Bloodstone I see?

Well, then, if it isn't
Lavinia Gearhart.

[chuckles]
First woman to fly
across the Pacific.

If you think the
Bermuda Triangle is bad,

try the Polynesian Hexagon.

Crash landed and lived
to tell the story.

[laughing]

Woman: [clears throat]

Ladies and gentlemen.

The year: 1924.
The place:

the manor of
Peter Westerly, III.

Tonight we celebrate
his safe return from
the South China Seas,

but our celebration
will be short-lived.

I have a sh--
[coughing]

Sorry. I'm coming down
with something.

I have a
shocking announcement.

The priceless oolong diamond
has just been stolen.

[crowd gasping]

And everyone here
is a suspect.

Luckily, we have
world famous detective
Derrick Dixon here.

Man: Excuse me.

Comin' through.

This egg is...

hard boiled.

♪♪

[no audible dialog]

♪♪

I can't stand that
Calvin Coolidge.

I've seen coyotes with
more sense than him.

I lined his pockets
with half my money,

and got nothin' in return.

It was the best of crimes,

it was the worst of crimes.

It was almost...
an unsolved mystery.

'Til a small clue
led me to a big fish.

Lavinia Gearhart.

Why, I have no need
for a little diamond

when the whole world
is my pearl.

No one would suspect
the esteemed pilot.

Everyone knows her sponsor,
General Aviation,

leaves her wanting
for nothing.

Mr. Bloodstone,
would you read that
right there?

"General Aviation
files for bankruptcy."

- [all gasping]
- I swear I--

I didn't know.

But I did.

Hmm?

- The diamond.
- Oh!

This little birdie's
going to the big house.

[applause]

[laughing]

- Wow.
- [laughs]

I didn't know you were
such a devious thief, Mom.

I know.
Speaking of which,

I have to go steal
your brother back
from the sitter.

- Okay.
- Bye.

Bye, Mom.
Love you.

All right.
See ya.

Here. I've got it.

You really don't need to.

No. No, no.
You're coming down
with a cold.

The last thing
you need to be doing
is cleaning up.

- It's not your job.
- I don't mind.

Never argue with Gortimer
when he's trying to help.

It'll get done
six times as fast
if we pitch in.

Thanks.

I'll go get
another broom.

Do you mind getting
the rest of the trash
from the kitchen?

Dumpster's outside.

- On it.
- Thanks.

♪♪

Mel:
Amazing craftsmanship.

Polly Marlow
was an old lady.

Why was she
playing with dolls?

She used them
for inspiration.

[chuckles]
There's Fanny.

And Beans.

Stanley: And Tex
and Emily.

That's how she figured out
the surprise ending

in "The Mystery of
the Brown Recluse."

See, Beans climbs up
the chimney,

only to find
Lord Farnsworth
is hiding there.

Then he finds out--

Hey.
Don't ruin it for me.

- [thunder]
- Mel: [screams]

[click]

[southern accent]
Well. That's peculiar.

[footsteps running]

Beans!

Beans, where are you going?

Is everyone all right?

A little darkness
never hurt nobody.

It's like a song
I used to sing.

It was called,

"A Little Darkness
Never Hurt Nobody."

[humming]

Where is that
rapscallion Beans?

He left me alone
in the dark.

Git! You're
gettin' nothin' from me.

This ain't no
welfare state.

Why are you guys
talking like that?

Why are you talkin'
like that, Bloodstone?

[scoffs]
Ranger, cut it out.

Who's this Ranger fella?

Is he a park ranger?

I don't like parks.

More public land
that could be oil wells.

Mel, please tell me
what's going on.

Did something happen
while I was outside?

Oh, Mr. Bloodstone.
Are you doin' one of your
silly roles again?

No, it-- it's me.
Gortimer.

Your friend.

Gortimer G. Gibbon.

1-1-8-2 Normal Street.

Hilarious, Raymond.

Now, where were we?

I believe Anita was going to
charm us with a ditty.

[humming]

Oh, no.
You guys are stuck
in your roles.

[scoffs]
Dry up, Ray.

I'm trying to sing here.

[humming]

You sing real swell.
Let us hear it.

I don't know where your
grubby hands have been.

Everyone stop!

Someone picked the lock.

The owl.

It's gone.

♪♪[dramatic]

Abigail: So it's missing.

I don't see what that
has to do with any of us.

Don't you guys get it?
We're the only ones here.

Someone's gonna think
one of us took it.

He's right,
and I think I know
the culprit.

He was closest to
the display case

when the lights went out.

And he had a motive.

He's been
walkin' around all night
like some big cheese.

But he told me he has shares
in General Aviation.

Couldn't buy a cup of Joe
with those now.

Ranger--
I mean, Tex.

Did you take the owl?

No, siree.

What kind of sap
do you take me for?

Wait!

He's on the level.
I can prove he didn't do it.

Follow me.

If you recall,
just an hour ago,

Tex was talkin' our ears off
about the biggest cheese of all.

Calvin Coolidge.

I can't stand that
Calvin Coolidge.

I lined his pockets
with half my money,

and got nothin' in return.

See? Tex would have never
stolen the brooch.

It was a gift from
the president himself.

Whom Tex despises.

You're darn tootin'.

The way that man's
runnin' this country,

the '20s may be a roarin',

but I see storm clouds
on the--

Horizon?

Whoa.

That was intense.

I felt like Tex.
I thought like Tex.

But now I'm me.

Wait.
Why are you still you?

Oh, I-- I don't know.

I was outside
when it happened,

and I came back in and
everyone was acting crazy.

The electricity went out
is what happened.

A real nuisance.

It happens all the time
in the Congo.

Wait a minute.
When the lightning struck,

everybody but you
got stuck in their characters.

But when Tex was
proven innocent,

I turned back into me.

Which means
to get everyone back,

we just have to
prove them innocent.

Or find the guilty party.

Come with me.

♪♪

All of you are suspects.

And none of you are leaving
until we figure this out.

[breathing heavily]

What's with her?

[panting]

Are you okay?

Please, fellas.
Give a gal some space.

Somebody looks nervous.

Something you want to
tell us?

Yes.

You're guilty.

No. I'm claustrophobic.

[panting]

Feelin' any better?

Yes.

And I know
who stole the brooch.

Him.

Beans?

Yeah. We were in
the children's room,

and when the lights went out,
he took off faster than

a flea on bath day.

He definitely
could use the money.

What do you have to say
for yourself?

Mind your potatoes.

Wait. He's got something
in his jacket!

What are you doin'?

You're all fixin' to
run me out of town on a rail.

I best feed my belly first.

See?
He is a thief.

He stole the brooch.

What are you hiding
in your coat?

What do ya think?

Food.

Hold this.

Where's the owl?

If I can't eat it,
I won't steal it.

That proves nothin'.

You could sell the owl and
buy all the food in the world.

Wish I'd thought of that.

Hunger makes me
a little slow in the brains,

if you know what I mean.

[gagging]

- I hate raisins.
- [scoffs] What a mug.

I can't believe he
didn't even know about
the black market.

So you know all about
the black market.

It was you.

You could have secured
your voyage on the Queen Mary,

and happily spent
a year in Paris.

That owl was
your ticket out of here.

[scoffs]
Fancy yourselves
pretty clever, eh?

Well, for your information,

I was upstairs
when it was stolen.

Tell me,
how could I have possibly
run down the stairs,

and crossed the living room
without being noticed?

She has a point.

It makes sense.

- Except--
- Except?

♪♪

That you could have gone down
the secret stairwell.

You came down
the secret stairwell
into the butler's pantry,

and out into
the living room,

none of us the wiser.

I didn't, I swear.

I believe you.

- You do?
- You do?

I do.

Somebody looks nervous.

Something you want to
tell us?

I'm claustrophobic.

You can't be claustrophobic
and go down that.

By golly.

Just lookin' up at it
is makin' my head spin.

Oh, my.

[sighs]
That was rough.

Experiencing someone else's
claustrophobia

is now on my list of moments
I hope never to relive.

Good to have you back.

And then there were two.

It was her.

Says you.

Yeah. Says. me.

The brooch is contemporary.

It's of no interest to me.

I only deal in
ancient artifacts.

So, you wanted the dough.

Listen.
Money means nothing to me.

All the money in the world

can't buy me the thing
I want most:

To be reunited
with my baby sister

who was kidnapped
as an infant.

But you know
who would need dough?

A struggling jazz singer.

[scoffs]
Applesauce.

I ain't strugglin'.
I got a job at the Tin Pan.

That's simply not true.

My friend Johnny is
a piano player there,

and he said you were fired
months ago.

You lied.

Please.
You gotta believe me.

I'm on the up and up.

I don't know.

You could have done it.
You were right there.

All you had to do was
pick the lock.

No. No.
There's no way.

Something's wrong with
her fingers.

When I handed her the mic,
she couldn't hold it.

And then later,
she couldn't hold
Ranger's pen and pad.

How could she
pick a lock?

It's true.

These hands,
they're useless.

That's why they fired me.

The crowd wants a singer
who can slink around the stage
with a microphone.

But me, I just had to
stand behind it like a dummy.

If word gets out,
I'll never work again.

So what's wrong with
your hands?

They call it...

digitist degeneritis.

It's very rare.

Liar. The only person
in the world

with digitist degeneritis
is my mother.

Well, her and
my long lost--

Sister?

Sister.

So if none of us
took the owl,

where is it?

Maybe it went missing
during the party.

No, it was
definitely in the case
when we were cleaning up.

Well, there was
someone else at the party.

All: Sara.

Of course!

Never trusted her.

No.
She didn't steal it.

She probably just
put it back in the vault
for safe keeping.

And then went home.

She said she wasn't
feeling well,

but would she
just leave?

Maybe if she felt
really sick.

So we've been trying to
solve a mystery

that never existed?

[chuckles]

I guess we all got
a little carried away.

So what next?

Let's just finish
cleaning up.

I-- I'm kind of tired.

[sighs]
And this isn't
our job anyway.

Let's get out of here.

Wait.

Nobody move.

There is a thief among us.

Him.

What?

[scoffs] Ranger.
Come on.

The game's over.

I'm not playing.
I'm serious.

You took the owl.

Where were you when
the lightning struck?

I was outside
taking out the trash.

Then tell me this.

If he was outside
in the pouring rain,

why is there no mud
on his shoes?

Look, Ranger,
this is crazy.

And, when we were in
the kitchen,

I noticed that the trash
had never actually been
taken out.

Not taking out the trash
does not equal stealing
the owl.

Yeah. Besides,
Gortimer would never steal.

Or lie.

Gortimer wouldn't.

But Raymond Bloodstone would.

♪♪[dramatic]

We all thought that
Gortimer was the only one

that didn't get trapped
in his character,

because he was outside
when the lightning struck.

But if he never
took out the trash,

that means
he was inside.

- Which means he--
- Which means he has been

in character this whole time.

In the character of
Raymond Bloodstone,

playing the role
of a lifetime.

The role of
Gortimer Gibbon.

I'll go get
another broom.

Do you mind getting
the rest of the trash
from the kitchen?

Dumpster's outside.

- On it.
- Thanks.

[thunder]

Ranger:
When the lightning struck,

Gortimer was transformed,

just like the rest of us,

into the
ruthlessly ambitious
Raymond Bloodstone.

He concocted
the perfect crime.

By playing the role of

a universally liked
and trusted teenager,

he could get away
with anything.

I mean it--
it kind of adds up.

But then where's the owl?

Wow.

I can't believe this.
He fooled us all.

How could a hammy
third rate actor
like Raymond

do such a good job
playing Gortimer?

Third rate?

Would a third rate actor
be able to craft a character

out of this?

Or this?

What about this?

Or this?

Huh?

Out of these scraps,

I created a flesh
and blood character

that you believe to be
your very own friend.

But why, Raymond?
Why would you steal the owl?

It's not like you
needed the money.

Read the inscription
on the back.

"In recognition of your
incomparable talent,

"and dramatic genius.

"From the President of
the United States."

So?

Tirelessly I've toiled

waiting for
that kind of recognition,

and yet it never came.

You can't just pass off
someone else's award
as your own.

You didn't earn it.

Didn't I?

Look at me,

and tell me that wasn't
an award winning performance.

It was pretty amazing.

Gortimer's our best friend,

and you fooled us all.

It was...

genius.

[clapping]

And on that,
my curtain falls.

[chuckling]

On my finest performance.

Thank you.
[chuckles]

Thank you.

Uh--

[stammers]
I think I'm me.

I-- I'm me, right?

Yeah.
You're definitely you.

Can we go home now?

Yeah.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

I think I--

I mean Raymond

locked Sara in the cellar.

Sara: Oh. Good.
You found me.

I guess I accidentally
locked myself down here

when I went to get a broom.

Tried to call out,

but I guess you
couldn't hear me.

Maybe I'll get paid overtime.

Thanks, guys.

- Gortimer: Bye.
- All: Bye.

Get well.

You know,
there's one mystery
I still can't solve.

How did you figure out that
Gortimer was actually Raymond?

Well, when Raymond
didn't want to
take out the trash,

it was obvious.

Gortimer
would never do that.

He can't help helping.

It's my greatest weakness.

Or your greatest strength.

I gotta say,
if you ever decide
baking's not for you,

I think you got
a pretty good shot at
becoming a detective.

I'll keep that in mind.

Gortimer:
As Raymond Bloodstone
once said

in Shakespeare's
"As You Like It,"

"All the world's a stage,

"and all men and women
are merely players."

Sometimes we wear masks
or play different roles,

but the people who know
and love us the most

can always see
who we truly are.

♪♪