Original subtitles

[MUSIC PLAYING]

And so, ladies and gentlemen, we

have arrived, at last, to the person

responsible for the murder of Mr. Kensington Culpepper.

The killer is Loretta St. John.

Am I correct, Fredericks?

I'm sorry, Lady Alcott, but no.

Seriously?

I'm afraid so, Baroness.

Would anyone else care to try?

JANE: And this is my ninth case on Mystery Island.

And I seriously cannot believe that I still haven't once

correctly solved a whodunit.

I'm sorry, Janie, but it is only a fictional murder.

Well, yes, but given what I've told you,

do you want to hazard a guess at who the killer is?

I suppose I'd say, what's his name, the tennis player.

Marcelo.

Yes, you're right.

OK, I need to ring off and go through security.

Are you psychoanalyzing a real murderer today?

That's what I'm here to find out.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Inspector Hawthorn believes you killed your wife, Ken.

Then he should prove it, and instead of wasting

my time with a headshrinker.

Psychiatrist.

You don't like "headshrinker"?

Only because it's inaccurate.

I have no interest in making anyone's mind smaller.

[SCOFFS] Funny.

Did your wife make you feel like that, Ken?

Because she was the breadwinner, did she make you feel small?

Or should I say, shrunk?

[HANDCUFFS CLATTERING]

I know people on the outside, doctor, people that know you

and your family.

OK.

Wait.

Sorry.

Did that make you feel small?

[MUSIC BUILDING]

[DOOR BANGING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hi.

JANE: I came straight from Heathrow

as soon as I got your text.

What did that monster say to you?

He said he had people on the outside, people that know me

and my family.

That's it.

You have got to stop working for the police.

Believe it or not, I've had the same thought.

What, truly?

I thought I was going to have to fight you on this.

I actually told Hawthorne I need to take a break.

Fantastic!

Starting now?

Too much on the docket already, but in three weeks.

Splendid!

You can come to Mystery Island.

You're going back so soon?

Oh, invitation for some of the investors.

What do you say?

I say I, unlike you, didn't inherit a disposable income.

It's my treat!

Janie.

Emilia!

Just say you'll think about it.

I leave in three weeks.

You can tell me the day of.

Hmm?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I cannot believe I said yes to this.

Well, at risk of sounding like your mother,

you should take a vacation more than once every decade.

It's only been six years, but that did sound like my mother.

[LAUGHS] Well, be grateful I didn't add,

you'll never have a full life without a man by your side.

[LAUGHTER] - Oh!

- Sorry, I didn't see you there. - No worries.

Oh, you're an American.

Guilty.

You are on vacation as well?

I think he lives here.

How did you reach that conclusion?

Well, you're tan, for starters,

and the fact that you just got off a boat

in the morning wearing a suit.

Oh, I think you got it right, yeah.

I think she did, yeah.

Well, you are going to crush it on Mystery Island.

You're going to Mystery Island?

Yes. Have you ever been?

Yeah, I have.

Shame.

I thought he wanted to carry on that conversation with you.

[CHUCKLES] And vice versa.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Lady Alcott.

Fredericks.

This is--

Dr. Emilia Priestly.

Yes, we received your email last night.

Ladies, welcome to Mystery Island.

[CHUCKLES]

Thank you.

[CLINKING]

[LAUGHING]

FREDERICKS: Your luggage will be in your usual room, Baroness.

JANE: Thank you, Fredericks.

Let us show Dr. Priestly around, shall we, Janie?

Yes, please.

[CHUCKLES]

Our beautiful conservatory.

EMILIA: Someone has a green thumb.

FREDERICKS: That would be Lucia.

Every group of visitors has a unique mystery to solve.

Here's the opening weekend.

Exactly five years ago today.

JANE: The last time John was on the island.

This weekend is for investors.

How much did you put in?

Only 5%, same as everyone else--

other than John, of course.

He's got 80%.

A wonderful place to research clues.

Every Evelyn Murtaugh whodunit, all first editions.

The dining room.

Conservatory, library, dining room.

This game room is just missing a billiards table.

It's pretty much Clue.

JANE: John Murtaugh, the founder of Mystery Island.

Is he--

Evelyn Murtaugh's son.

FREDERICKS: Mrs. Murtaugh purchased

this island over two decades ago and built

this as a vacation home.

Evelyn hoped that John would carry on her legacy writing

whodunits, but when she died, John had the brilliant notion

to turn this place into a destination vacation,

where people could live inside the murder mysteries,

like the ones his mother could only put on the page.

When do I get to meet him?

Mr. Murtaugh lives in Montana.

John hasn't come back to the island

since the opening ceremony.

He's, uh, eccentric, but of course, genius.

He has an IQ of 180.

I imagine he told you that.

What?

Does that look mean you think he's lying?

I think people who need to tell others

how smart they have a healthy ego, which may

be masking deep insecurities.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

EMILIA: Who's that?

Ah.

Pleased to meet you.

EMILIA: Emilia.

Carlos Del Fuego.

My wife, Morgan.

How do you guys know each other?

We were students together at Oxford.

No way.

So were Carlos and John.

Are you and Mr. Murtaugh still close?

I wouldn't go that far.

Excuse us.

He runs the biggest hedge fund in New York.

Oh.

Oh, looks like Phoenix made it.

Is that--

Phoenix Green.

I don't mean to sound like a fan girl,

but I've been doing your workout videos for years.

Well, if so, you should show some skin.

As I say in my workouts, flaunt it.

You've worked hard for it.

Excuse me.

I need to refresh my daiquiri.

Ugh.

What is it they say?

Never meet your heroes.

EMILIA: I didn't know you knew her!

JANE: Well, I try to forget I do.

Carlos brought her in.

Oh, this next investor is my favorite.

Emilia.

Jay Carrington Ellis.

Retired Royal Marine Sergeant Major.

Pleasure.

Do I call you Jay or Carrington?

We like to call him Sarge.

He is the only four-time winner in the history

of Mystery Island.

Impressive.

Thank you.

So there are two non-investors here then.

Riley Peel.

I'm with onthebrinkofbeyond.com, the travel website.

I'm here to cover for the anniversary weekend.

So, Baroness, as one of the original investors,

how involved are you in the running of Mystery Island?

Well, not at all, thankfully.

So you just stay at home and collect

the investment returns then?

[DOOR OPENING]

[LAUGH]

[DOOR CLOSING]

[GENTLE CLINKING]

My fellow investors, friends, and our first-time visitors,

let us celebrate the first five years of Mystery Island.

May there be 100 more.

And to John.

May he someday return to this magical place he built

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Wow.

Ladies and gentlemen, your rooms are ready.

Please deposit your mobile phones in the basket.

Is he serious?

Oh, completely.

It's to prevent cheating by accessing the internet,

though no one ever gets service here anyway.

The game's afoot.

Each room has a space for building

a murder board, which we can use once we know who's dead.

Mr. John Mariner requests your presence for supper at 7:00 PM.

Is John Mariner--

It's a good chance he'll be the murder victim, played

by an actor, although sometimes the host is a misdirect,

and one of the staff ends up dead.

Or sometimes the victim is a guest.

But you know all the guests.

Not the reporter.

And he seems like an actor to me.

How much of the mystery is worked out in advance?

Oh, I really don't know.

That's John's department.

He tailors every mystery to the specific people

that are here, based on profiles we all provided.

- I didn't provide a profile. - Tut.

I took care of that for you.

But I just decided to come here yesterday.

Well, I took the precaution three weeks ago, in case

you came to your senses, which you did.

Well, we better get dressed for dinner.

But-- [SCOFFS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GONG]

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Mariner

has instructed us to play this for you.

Just like And Then There Were None.

JOHN MARINER (ON RECORDING): Good evening, all, and welcome.

My name is John Mariner.

I won't be joining you all tonight.

I'm otherwise engaged with my old friend, Sheridan Le Fanu.

Mr. Who?

Le Fanu.

He's an Irish mystery.

JOHN MARINER (ON RECORDING): But remember,

my door is always open to you.

You need only knock thrice.

Sheridan and I are occupied with a riddle,

my friends, one that vexes me.

I'm counting on you to solve it.

Here we go.

JOHN MARINER (ON RECORDING): Hickory dickory dock.

The mouse ran up the clock.

The clock struck one.

The mouse ran down.

Hickory dickory dock.

You may think you know the rhyme my voice

has uttered, but look back.

When a killer wishes to strike, beware.

Timing, dear ladies and gentlemen, is your concern.

The face has numbers set among numbers.

It remained my business to save what us, Mother and I,

had built. But I fear that a wolf has crept into the flock.

Set free your eyes and dare to see them.

Either man or woman, I can't tell.

The next time is fire.

JANE: Well, the game is afoot.

So what do we do now?

Eat, drink, wait for someone to drop dead.

[CHUCKLING]

[GLASSES CLINKING]

Mm.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, I'll remember that.

More for me, breadcrumbs.

You're literally on a trap door.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

Oh, yes.

Oh, yeah, yes.

So did you get it?

[DRINKS POURING]

[WHIMSICAL MUSIC]

RILEY: Yes, it's important.

There's a lot going on here.

I like it.

RILEY: We'll BRB.

PHOENIX: No.

JAY: You go.

Well, I'm going to stay.

Fredericks.

Where's Fredericks?

Indisposed.

Can I be of any assistance?

Have you got a corpse with you?

LUCIA: No, sir. JAY: Right.

Well, I'm off to bed.

I trust that John will provide us a body by dawn.

Yes, we should all get some rest.

Have you ever had to wait this long for a body?

Yes, my second trip.

The corpse didn't appear until midway through the Saturday,

although we did have several clues

before somebody was murdered.

[GASPS] Do you think that's happening now?

Well, I certainly think that a big clue was

that John Mariner mentioned a mystery writer who's

been dead for over a century.

Sheridan Le Fanu.

Indeed.

We read him in book club last year.

The novel was called A Passage in the Secret History

of an Irish Countess.

That's an absurd title.

Well, it's also the original locked room mystery.

It predates Poe's Murders in the Rue Morgue by three years.

And the first game we played here--

Was a locked room mystery.

Well, who was the killer in that game?

Fredericks, actually.

Stop.

The butler did it?

Well, John loves nothing more than playing

with preconceptions.

Sometimes the correct answer is the obvious one.

Oh.

Well, maybe we should check the dock.

The dock where the transport picked us up?

Yeah, Mariner is from "marinus," "of the sea."

I really should have minored in Latin

with you at old Oxford.

Speaking of, is there an OED in that library?

Yeah, there are several dictionaries, actually.

[GASPS] I thought so.

Murtaugh is Anglicized Gaelic for Mariner.

And John is the English version of John.

John Murtaugh put himself into the game.

[GASPS]

[LAUGHS] Perhaps this means he plans to return

to the island after all.

[SCREAMING]

A secret passage!

Triggered by the use of that dictionary.

Oh, there's a lamp.

See if it works.

OK.

Oh, ow.

Sorry.

[GASPING]

[LAUGHING] - Go, go.

Shall we go?

Yes.

Oh, God, OK.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

It's a staircase.

[LAUGHING]

[GASPING]

[LAUGHING]

Oh.

OK.

There's no knob!

[SCOFFS]

Sheridan Le Fanu!

It's a locked room mystery!

The-- the body must be in there!

I suspect there's a triggering mechanism somewhere.

What did the Mariner say after he mentioned Sheridan Le Fanu?

[GASPS] My door is always open to you.

Well, clearly not.

No.

But then he said something that jumped out at me.

You only need knock thrice.

[KNOCKING]

[DOOR OPENS]

[LAUGHING]

I knew you would do brilliantly here!

Shall we go?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hmm.

It certainly seems like the room of a Mariner.

[GASPING]

Found the body.

[GIGGLING]

I guess the butler didn't do it this time.

I can't seem to find a murder weapon.

Oh!

Maybe he was stabbed.

Help me turn him over.

[GASPING] Janie!

[GASPS] Oh, the record!

Ah!

Whoa!

That's two murders.

It's a double murder!

We haven't gotten one of those in three years!

[GIGGLING]

Oh.

[GROANS]

JANE: Fredericks?

FREDERICKS: [GROANS]

JANE: Fredericks?

FREDERICKS: Oh, Lady Alcott.

You're-- you're not dead.

FREDERICKS: Uh, no.

JANE: [SCOFFS]

He is.

Just the one victim then?

No.

Janie, this man is really and truly dead.

I-- I think that might be the murder weapon.

I don't understand.

Do you see that?

Is that a false beard?

EMILIA: His nose might be false as well.

[GASPING]

Oh, it's--

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[KNOCKING]

Yeah, come in.

Evening, detective.

Gloria.

Sorry about the hour.

But you look awake.

I am, yeah.

The case?

I thought your vacation started tonight.

So then I guess you wouldn't mind if I pulled you back in?

Goaz broke his ankle tonight playing beach volleyball,

and we got a homicide.

Jason, the body's on Mystery Island, deceased.

It's John Murtaugh.

I know you have some history with him.

Well, that history is ancient.

I haven't seen or spoken to Murtaugh in six years.

Good.

Pinera took her vacation for real,

so you're stuck with your chief as your partner.

I'll manage.

[ENGINE ROARING]

Chief Espinoza, thank you for coming.

After all your boss has done to support

the Police Benevolent Association,

the least I can do.

Just the three of you?

We have eight cops on the mainland.

Only three of them are detectives.

One just flew up on vacation.

One has a broken ankle.

This is Ray Romeo, the coroner.

And I think you know Detective Trent.

Mr. Fredericks.

Pardon me, but considering Detective Trent's

history with Mr. Murtaugh--

History which compels me to ask about your whereabouts

at the time Murtaugh was killed.

I was unconscious, having been rendered

as such by an unseen assailant.

I've taken great care not to wash up so that you may detect

the chloroform that was used.

I'd like to meet the guests who found the body.

Oh, at last.

Oh, it's you.

Detective Jason Trent.

This is Chief of Police Gloria Espinoza.

Hi, I'm Baroness Jane Alcott.

And this is my dearest friend, Dr. Emilia Priestly,

who happens to be an official consultant for the Metropolitan

Police in London and was the one that

discovered the secret door, which led us to poor John.

And we are ready to be interviewed.

Thank you, Ms. Alcott.

Lady Alcott.

Lady Alcott, but I need to review the scene first.

How many times has this passage been used in one of your games?

This is the first time.

No one knew about it other than myself and Mr. Murtaugh.

And the people who built it.

Well, yes, but they haven't been here since the renovation

six years ago.

I'll need to make sure of that.

I'll need the contact information

for your contractor.

Now, this is my assistant, Lucia Camarera.

She's been making sure no one goes near the body.

Time of death?

Between 9:00 and 10:00.

Poison?

It has to be.

No redness around the wound, so it was fired from a distance.

How much of a distance?

I'd say a good 10 feet, at least.

How quickly would he have died?

Oh, well, depending on the poison, several minutes,

possibly up to half an hour.

Could he have made it if his phone rang?

I can't say for sure until I've done the autopsy.

Speaking of which, I should start

prepping the body for transfer.

I'll need another pair of hands.

I will assist you.

Thank you.

Where's the drone?

Take this to the mainland, get it to Lorenzo at IT.

Mr. Fredericks.

FREDERICKS: Sir.

You didn't see through Murtaugh's disguise?

I haven't seen Mr. Murtaugh in person

since the island's opening weekend.

Why?

Like many geniuses, he had his eccentricities.

He believed that if he were ever to return to Mystery Island,

something terrible would come to pass.

And evidently, he was right.

Any bad blood between the guests and Murtaugh?

I do know that Mr. Ellis, also known as Sarge,

fancies himself a mystery novelist.

He's written several books, all self-published,

and he flew to Montana several months back

and demanded of Mr. Murtaugh that he

be included in the writing of the games of the island.

And Murtaugh wasn't game to collaborate

on his murder stories.

Mm.

Have you read the story he wrote for this weekend?

Only the first part--

the discovery of the body, which was supposed to be me.

What's supposed to happen next?

Mr. Murtaugh's instructions were

that I was not to read any further until after one

of the guests had found me.

Where's the document?

The safe, in my office.

Should I wake Janie?

Not yet, no.

What kind of police consultant are you, Dr. Priestly?

A psychiatrist.

My mom's a psychiatrist.

My father's a policeman.

What kind of consulting do you do?

I specialize in talking to murder suspects.

Wow.

Maybe I can put you to use.

Only if you clear me as a suspect.

Those are the profiles the guests provided us.

And now the story document.

[DOOR OPENING]

No, it's not possible.

What?

The document, it's gone.

I'm the only one with the combination to the safe.

- Not Murtaugh. - Yes, of course.

What about Lucia?

Well, I certainly didn't give it to her.

Someone didn't just steal the document.

No.

This is our only connection to the internet.

I need to see your security camera footage.

- There is none. - What?

People who pay $10,000 a day for this resort expect privacy.

How are we doing?

Not good.

Someone stole the story document,

and the router's been destroyed.

Our killer is very detailed.

We transferred the body to the boat.

I'll be back in the morning with forensics.

Guest profiles.

I don't have internet, so get these to Goaz.

Tell them to run everyone down-- social media, public bios.

Check to see if there's any lies in there.

I need to commandeer your office.

And then Em put the book back on the shelf, which triggered

the secret door to open.

And we went up and found Fredericks and John.

And where were you and the other guests

between 9:00 and 10:00 PM?

We came in here, straight from dinner.

At half past 8:00.

And we stayed in here, playing games,

until Lucia told us that Fredericks wasn't returning.

Which was about 10:00.

To be accurate, though, Janie, not

everyone remained in this room.

And how do you know that?

Because I was the only one who didn't leave the room.

Well, I only went to the loo.

Can't have been gone more than five minutes.

Phoenix also went to powder her nose,

but she was gone for nearly half an hour.

Sarge went searching for the body,

and he was gone for easily 20 minutes.

Carlos and Riley left in search of vintage brandy,

and they were gone for quite a while.

Morgan went looking for them and came back after they returned--

brandyless.

Well, I hate cliches.

Otherwise, I might say something about an apple and a tree.

Good thing you loathe cliches, so you don't have to.

So, everyone had a chance to sneak

upstairs and commit murder.

Well, I swear I wasn't more than five minutes in the loo.

Gotcha.

Thanks, ladies.

I suggest you get some rest, and please

don't talk to your fellow guests until we meet for breakfast.

For someone who might walk away from their work

consulting in murder, you seemed quite

ready to assist in this one.

Just trying to be helpful.

Trying and succeeding.

Detective Trent should get you to analyze the suspects.

I'll suggest it.

Janie.

What was that apple and tree business?

Oh, he just meant the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Well, yes, I got that.

- He was talking about my dad. - Well, yes, I got that as well.

How did he know that your dad was a copper?

We chatted while you were sleeping.

He told me his mom's a psychiatrist.

Well, I daresay that I was correct.

About what?

About you two on the dock.

See, now, I don't hate cliches.

Like, for instance, the one about first sight, love.

Oh, Janie.

Oh, and the other one about men who like to marry women

who are like their mothers.

There's no data on that.

Tell that to Dr. Freud and Detective Trent.

I'm going to get ready for bed.

[CHUCKLES]

It's horrific.

Devastating.

I'm in shock.

I'm not.

I knew it wouldn't end well for John.

Fredericks, call the boat.

Carlos and I will be leaving as soon as we're packed.

Mrs. Del Fuego, Chief Espinoza and I

need to interview all of you.

MORGAN: You're not suggesting we--

Are suspects?

Yes.

That's exactly what he's suggesting.

That's ridiculous.

We're all friends of John and investors in his vision--

well, except for those two.

What are you suggesting, Phoenix?

It's not complicated.

Look, detective, if we're not under arrest,

then we're leaving.

If you go, there might not be anything to come back to.

Excuse me?

Well, look how ready to run you

all are, and you're investors with a stake in this place.

I can't imagine anyone would want to spend 10

grand a night to stay somewhere where they might be murdered,

and the original investors can't be

bothered to care who'd done it.

Detective, I've solved a record

four cases here on the island should

you require my assistance. - Thank you.

Sergeant, we're going to start with fingerprints and DNA.

Chief Espinoza and I will talk to each of you separately.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

When everyone's in their rooms,

why don't we do some snooping for clues?

Because it's illegal.

More illegal than the murder, which we're trying to solve?

I'm not trying to solve anything.

That's the detective's job.

Fine.

I shall return.

No-- Janie, you can't.

Come over here.

We have to go.

- Come on. - I-- look--

Did you ask Fredericks for a copy

of the John Mariner message?

I did, and apparently, Murtaugh wrote the only copy.

My notes, if you'd like to make a copy.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I believe the key to solving this is in that message.

I think that John said something that forced the killer's hand.

We'll look into it.

Is it true that you offered your services as a mystery writer,

and Murtaugh rejected them?

Yes, but I knew he'd come around.

And sure enough, he called me a few weeks ago

to make certain that I'd be here for the weekend.

The journalist is nobody, but I

know that Janie's friend works with psychopaths and murderers.

Maybe they rubbed off on her.

CARLOS: Oh, I don't know, Phoenix.

Oh, come on!

Look at how fast she found the body.

I'm going to tell the detective that I heard

her saying at dinner she's always wanted

to commit the perfect murder.

CARLOS: Did you?

PHOENIX: Maybe I did.

And listen, there's a dart gun in my room.

We could plant it in hers.

Hang on.

You want to frame her for murder?

If she's innocent, it'll all come out of the trial.

CARLOS: Do you think the detective will

just believe she said that?

Right, good point.

We need some kind of evidence.

You all right?

Fine, yeah.

I, um--

I'm gonna get some fresh air, if anyone comes looking for me.

Right.

Mr. Del Fuego?

John and I have been friends since we were 18.

Naturally, we've had our ups and downs.

But I'm invested in Mystery Island,

and that means being invested in John Murtaugh.

Hello, Jane.

[GASPS]

You think I'm the killer, and there's evidence in my room.

I was planning on checking all the rooms.

Launching your own investigation, I admire that.

Well, search.

I'll wait.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You should know that Janie's shrink friend said

at dinner last night that she'd love

to commit the perfect murder.

So you think she's the killer, not someone who actually

knew Murtaugh, like yourself.

Oh, but she knew John.

This fell out of her purse last night, in the game room.

That is John's handwriting.

We'll confirm that.

It's clear that she was jilted by him

and contrived to come here to take revenge.

Thank you, Ms. Green.

I'd like to know more about your relationship with Murtaugh.

Oh, I haven't seen John in forever.

And we really had no relationship.

I can't say the same about him and Morgan, however.

Morgan Del Fuego?

That's right.

She and John were having an affair.

It all came out last year at John's Christmas party

in Montana.

I couldn't find anything incriminating.

It's because there's nothing to find.

Or because you knew you'd be searched,

and you hid the evidence elsewhere, which is why

you could freely let me search.

Either way, I think we should work together on this.

Even though you don't trust me.

Precisely because I don't.

Keep your suspect close.

Jane, you're finally starting to think like a detective.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm convinced that John Mariner's message is the key.

Why don't we compare the notes we both took on the recording?

Do you realize that if we solve

the murder of one of the most famous

mystery figures on the planet--

We'd be heroes.

Yeah.

No, come on, Riley.

Listen to me.

OK?

[GASP]

We were not having an affair.

But I don't expect you will believe me

any more than my husband did.

When's the last time you saw Murtaugh?

At his Christmas party in Montana,

when he drunkenly told me he was in love with me.

Who told you?

Carlos?

No, it was Phoenix, wasn't it?

We used to be best friends when she and John were dating.

When was that?

He ended it six months ago, a few weeks before Christmas.

She wasn't happy.

Detective.

A word?

Have a seat, Mr. Peel.

I'll be right there.

What is it, doctor?

Emilia, please.

In the game room, Mr. Peel found a message in his pocket

and went outside.

I followed him, and he met up with Lucia

for a heated conversation.

About what?

I wasn't able to get close enough to hear,

but I also wanted to ask if Phoenix Green told

you that I allegedly said I wanted

to commit the perfect murder.

[LAUGHS]

What would make you think she did?

I overheard her saying she was going to tell you that.

It's a lie.

Did you have a relationship with John Murtaugh?

I never met the man in my life!

So this didn't fall out of your purse last night?

[SCOFFS] No, it certainly did not.

Well, we're going to test it for your prints and DNA.

Good.

You won't find them.

I'm being set up.

Phoenix Green give you that as well?

Excuse me, Emilia.

Of course.

Forensics found a match for a fingerprint on the dart gun.

It belongs to Phoenix Green.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh. Ah!

I know you don't want to get involved in the investigation.

I've changed my mind.

Oh.

Why?

Wait.

What were you going to say?

Sarge and I are joining forces because we

both have a vested financial interest

in catching the killer.

Unless he is the killer.

Well, yes, of course, but if we work together,

it'll be much easier to see if he's meddling

with the investigation.

Good point, yeah.

Well, I thought so.

Yeah.

Now, what changed your mind?

One of your fellow investors is

trying to frame me for murder.

What?

Shh!

Who?

Phoenix Green.

She's given Detective Trent this breakup note,

supposedly from Murtaugh to me.

But you don't even know John!

[GASPS] Do you?

No!

Of course I don't!

But if this story gets back to London,

do you realize what it will do to my reputation

with Scotland Yard?

But I thought you didn't want that work anyway.

[SIGHS] Me not wanting it isn't the same

thing as it being taken from me due

to a desperate smear campaign.

Well, I will talk to Phoenix straight away.

The police are already on their way

to do that because they found her prints

on the murder weapon.

What?

What are we waiting for?

Come on!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

PHOENIX: Yes, I can explain it because I touched the gun when

it was hanging right there.

You can see the hook where it was.

Why didn't you mention it was missing?

I didn't know John died by poison dart until an hour ago.

And I didn't notice it was missing till now.

Are you saying you touched it yesterday, but didn't

notice it was gone today?

I touched half of these things.

They're fun to handle.

Ms. Green, did Murtaugh actually

write this letter to you?

Did it say, "Dear, Phoenix," on the part that's torn off?

[SCOFFS] Don't be absurd.

I told you, it fell out of that psychopathic psychiatrist's

purse last night. - [SCOFFS]

Ms. Green, we know you're lying about not

seeing Murtaugh for years.

We know you were dating him.

Morgan blabbed, huh?

I didn't lie, detective.

I said I hadn't seen him in forever,

which translates to a few weeks when you

live a life as busy as mine.

And it's true.

We have no relationship, but it's

good to know that my so-called friend

is trying to get me arrested.

Morgan is a sociopath.

Did she happen to mention that at all?

This whole room needs to be processed.

I think I'd like to talk to Mrs. Del Fuego.

He's going to talk to Morgan.

OK, let's go.

Duh!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MORGAN: She told you I was a sociopath?

Why didn't you call one of the shrinks she's fired

and ask them what she is?

So you're suggesting she's--

She's a narcissistic sociopath with borderline personality

disorder.

Did you ever see her and Murtaugh together?

He hated New York.

She usually flew to Montana.

Said the day they broke up, he showed up at her apartment

when I was there.

I said I'd leave, but he said it wasn't

necessary, that it wouldn't take long, and told her it was over.

[TENSE MUSIC]

He flew to New York just to break up with her.

Did she take it?

MORGAN: She said if I see you again,

I won't be responsible for what I do.

Morgan!

Get over here!

Morgan!

Whoa, whoa, calm down!

Let go of me!

What did you tell him?

The truth.

Ms. Green, did you say to John Murtaugh, if I see you again,

I won't be responsible for what I do?

I only meant that I would beg him to get back together.

But he'd already moved on to her.

[SCOFFS]

Lock her in one of the storage rooms.

You know Murtaugh didn't send me that note, right?

Like I said, I got to check it out.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Carlos!

Go back inside!

I'm doing this for the both of us!

Police!

Stop what you're doing!

Step away from the papers!

Hey!

Oh!

Oh, come on, Emilia!

Ah!

Ugh!

EMILIA: Help!

Please help!

That sounded like Em.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Please!

Help!

Emilia, what's going on?

This woman stole my property!

Property he went deep into the jungle to burn!

What are they?

Well, they appear to be love letters from John

Murtaugh to Morgan Del Fuego.

Dr. Priestly found Mr. Del Fuego trying to burn these.

That's a bit incriminating.

Yeah.

I think I'd like to talk to Mrs. Del Fuego.

Do you mind?

Come on, sir.

We can chat inside.

On the letter front, your prints and DNA

were not on a scrap of the one Phoenix gave me.

Ah, but I bet hers were, right?

I'd like to officially offer my services to help you

correctly identify the killer.

What, you're not convinced the killer is the woman

who tried to frame you?

I think she wanted to get off the island,

but I'm not convinced it was to avoid a murder conviction.

Sergeant, I would like to help as well.

Or we could just listen in, as we did when you were

talking to Phoenix and Morgan.

MORGAN: I told you I wasn't having an affair with John,

but that didn't stop him from sending

me hand-written love letters, which I never responded to.

But you brought the love letters to the island.

No, those are copies of the ones

he sent me, which Carlos found in here.

It is Carlos' favorite novel.

He noticed it on the shelf after you all had left with Phoenix.

He picked it up and found a letter.

He had a fit.

Searched all the books.

I heard you two arguing.

Yes.

I suggested we bring this to you, Detective Trent.

Carlos said they had nothing to do with the murder.

It was just John playing mind games.

Would John have known this was your husband's favorite novel?

Absolutely.

Hang on.

Secrets hidden in books and secret passageways

triggered by books.

This isn't just a mind game.

This is part of the murder game.

Detective, there must be some other clue hiding in

some other book on this island.

That thought had occurred to me.

Oh.

Oh, this is light.

Hello.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[RUSTLING]

[BIRDS CALLING]

Oh, it's you.

JOHN MARINER (ON RECORDING): Good evening, all, and welcome.

My name is John Mariner.

I won't be joining you all tonight.

I'm otherwise engaged with my old friend, Sheridan Le Fanu.

Uh, he's the author of the first locked room mystery.

Ladies and gentlemen, dinner will be served at 6:00.

Detective, I have places for you and Chief Espinoza.

And I have a tuxedo for you.

Seriously?

Yeah, I'm in the middle of a murder investigation.

The victim himself would insist on a formal dinner, sir.

Yeah, he's right.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Ladies.

Where's Morgan?

Not feeling too well.

Can I get you another refill?

Good idea.

I'm all right.

Oh!

You clean up well.

Thank you.

So do you.

Isn't dinner that way?

Yes, but Carlos told me Morgan wasn't feeling well,

so I was going to go check on her.

I'll join you.

[KNOCKING]

Carlos said you're ill.

Uh, I'm just--

it's just a summer cold.

It often happens a day or two after a long flight.

I'll be fine.

Heading to bed.

You lost a nail.

Did I?

It must have been when I was reshelving the books.

All right then.

Good night.

She didn't sound like she had a cold.

No, and the hand through the hair?

Suspects tend to do that a lot.

Nice work spotting the missing nail.

I just got off the phone with Goaz.

Riley Peel doesn't work for onthebrinkofbeyond.com.

He's never done any travel writing.

But that's not all.

Lucia didn't turn up for dinner.

No one has seen her since this afternoon.

I'm going to start a search for Lucia.

I'll talk to Riley.

Are you headed to dinner?

Uh, I suppose so.

You'd rather come with me to talk to Riley, wouldn't you?

Guilty.

What kind of consulting did you do for the London police?

I talked to people they've arrested

to assess their psychological character

and determine whether or not they are likely to have

committed murder.

It's rough work, but you must enjoy it.

I did.

I'm not sure I still do.

Janie offered me this weekend away to consider my future.

Did something happen?

I was threatened by a killer in custody.

Emilia.

It's happened once before.

I was stalked and my family threatened,

but the truth is, I was already feeling worn down by the work,

and I just feel like I need to reconsider everything.

Well, you seem quite good at it.

It'd be a shame if you walked away.

Then I suppose I'm coming with you to talk to Riley.

[KNOCKING]

Not coming for dinner, Mr. Peel?

Um, just running behind.

Would you mind if Dr. Priestly and I have a word?

Not at all.

Does every room have a different decor?

Yeah, they're all inspired by the settings

on the different Emily Murtaugh novels.

They're completely renovated twice a year.

Ah, that can't be cheap.

Is that something you'll include in your article

for On the Brink of Beyond?

Yes.

Except you don't work for On the Brink of Beyond, Mr. Peel.

You lied to police officers in the course

of a homicide investigation.

Hang on.

I did pitch this story for On the Brink of Beyond.

They said if I could get onto the island

and if I could get some good stuff,

they'd probably publish my story.

Who got you here?

It was Lucia, wasn't it?

[LAUGHS]

You notice that, detective?

TRENT: Hand through the hair.

Indicates deception.

I saw you meeting with Lucia in the jungle.

You looked quite upset.

Well, of course, I was upset.

The subject for my story had just been murdered.

Oh, the story is about Murtaugh, not the island?

My story is no puff piece.

It's an exposé to how this place isn't what it appears to be,

this whole indulgent enclave for the super rich,

but it is, in fact, an overextended failure.

What do you mean?

Murtaugh's supposedly this creative genius,

and maybe he is, but he's a financial idiot

that's made this place cost 10 times as much

to run as it earns.

He's taking on debt like a third world country.

And if he continues this way, he'll be

forced to declare bankruptcy.

So his investors--

Lose their investments?

Yeah.

TRENT: Do you believe him?

About the article?

Yeah.

But he's not telling us everything.

I got that, too.

And I stand by my apple and tree comment.

My dad would be happy to hear that.

I'm happy to tell him.

Dad passed away last year.

I'm so sorry, Emilia.

Thank you.

He was at work.

He'd just made an arrest.

And he had a--

a massive coronary at his desk.

He loved his work, so it's--

I just mean, I think he would be quite happy to know that was

how he left this world.

I just wish--

Yeah.

[LAUGH] I thought I was finished with the tears part.

I don't mind.

No, I can see that.

Thank you, Detective.

Jason.

Jason.

And your parents?

Alive and well, living in Boston.

So I got to ask, how did you end up down this way?

Well, my mentor in Boston, Detective Ruiz, he grew up

here-- on the mainland, I mean.

Eight years ago, he retired, came home, and was murdered.

And you took the job on the mainland.

To find his killer, yeah.

Still looking.

Do you really want to go to this fancy party?

I'm going to imagine you don't miss the Boston winters.

The weather down here is pretty great,

but I couldn't convince my ex-wife of that.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, it's cool.

High school sweethearts who probably shouldn't try to make

it last past graduation.

And you?

I notice there's no wedding band.

Was there ever one?

There wasn't.

There was an engagement ring.

Mysterious.

Tell me more.

He would have told you I loved the work more than him.

Would you disagree?

No.

I mean, not then.

Back then, I really did love it.

It's funny.

My engagement ended on an island, Crete.

I clearly didn't want to be there.

And as we were having another argument,

I realized it wasn't just the place I didn't want.

It was him.

I haven't been on a vacation since.

Six years.

It's been six years since I was on this island.

And that wasn't a vacation.

Someone was assaulted.

Murtaugh assaulted Fredericks.

What?

It's how Fredericks got the eye patch.

[GASP]

Murtaugh was a champion fencer at Oxford.

And I guess he didn't like that his butler

beat him three days in a row.

I went to the hospital after Frederick's surgery

to see if he'd press charges.

Let me guess, Murtaugh gave him a big fat raise,

and Fredericks decided to let it go.

Yeah.

I pushed him, but my boss, the chief before Gloria,

reminded me that Murtaugh gives a lot of money

to the Police Benevolent Association.

Wow.

I can see why you're not a fan of this place.

I just don't like people turning

murder into a puzzle game.

So then I suppose you're not a fan of the Evelyn

Murtaugh books either.

Never read one.

My dad was the same.

Mystery writers, try as they might, they never get it right.

He's right.

Yeah.

I think he would have liked you very much.

I think I'd have felt the same way.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Jason, is that--

That's Lucia.

Is it possible it was an accident?

She was an excellent swimmer.

And she was hit on the head.

Jason said the coroner is on the way,

and he'll be able to determine whether that

happened pre or post-mortem.

It doesn't make sense.

First murder was well-planned.

This one is sloppy.

What?

What is it?

What happened?

Lucia has been killed.

What?

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

What?

Oh.

Fredericks, wait.

No, no, wait, wait, no.

[CRYING]

FREDERICKS: There, there.

Jason, you smell that?

Chloroform.

Did she knock out Fredericks and kill Murtaugh?

Jason.

We met a few years ago.

Her brother, Miguel, and I, we went

to the same writing program.

She came to visit, and we connected.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

You've been together since then.

We wanted to get married.

But my student loans, how could I

ask her to leave this and come live with me in a shoe box?

So I had to get my career breakthrough.

And you thought the exposé on Mystery Island

would have been that.

Yeah.

So Lucia was your source for all the dirt about this place?

And did she change her mind about the exposé

after Murtaugh was killed?

Is that why you two were arguing?

Not exactly.

Meaning?

She-- well, she found a way to make money,

more money, real money, a lot more than what

the exposé would have paid.

What way?

Blackmail.

She said she had something on one of the guests.

Who?

I don't know.

I told her I didn't want to know.

A man had already been killed, and I just wanted us to--

[CRYING]

[KNOCKING]

I'm pegging time of death between 4:00 and 5:00

this afternoon.

You saw the blunt force trauma on her head.

Cause of death?

I'll know once I've gotten the body back to the lab.

Riley asked to be left alone.

Here, Murtaugh autopsy results.

It was cyanide.

It would have killed him up to 30 minutes

after a dart hit him.

Then why just sit there?

Why not try to get downstairs for help?

Maybe the murderer made sure he couldn't go anywhere.

Emilia said no one left the game

room for more than 30 minutes.

Well, I said up to 30 minutes.

Maybe it was faster for Murtaugh.

He had a tumor in his stomach the size of a grapefruit,

and I found cancer cells in his bones.

No traces of chemo or radiation.

So I called his doctor in Montana.

Apparently, Murtaugh is a doctorphobe.

He hadn't seen the guy in over a year.

Wouldn't he be in a lot of pain?

Oh, sure.

And he was on a very healthy diet of

over-the-counter painkillers.

I've seen this before.

The guy thinks he's got an ulcer or something,

doesn't go to the doctor.

Two months later, he's dead.

Anyway, the forensic guys are waiting

with the body on the boat.

I'll walk you out.

Lucia was killed while we were searching the library.

Well, that means Janie and Sarge are in the clear,

and Phoenix, of course.

For this killing anyway.

We need to check alibis.

I was alone in my room.

You don't think I?

I have to ask.

FREDERICKS: Between 4:00 and 5:00,

I was overseeing dinner preparations with the staff.

When did you notice Lucia was missing?

Lucia-- pardon me.

Lucia said she had a headache around 3:00

and wanted to lay down.

In the staff dormitory.

I assume so, yes.

But you didn't see her go there.

CARLOS: After my interrogation with Chief Espinoza,

I returned to my room.

Morgan wasn't feeling well, so we had a nap.

How well do you know Lucia?

I see her a few times a year, whenever I came back.

And your wife?

Is sick in bed, where she's been all afternoon.

I told you.

Are we done?

I'd like to go and check on her.

Sure.

Two dead now.

And one of these people is the killer.

The mouse ran up the clock.

The clock struck one.

The mouse ran down.

Excuse me, Baroness.

What is it, Fredericks?

Would either of you care for a cup of tea?

Oh.

Yes, please.

No, thank you.

Fredericks, did Lucia have access to the record

before John played it to us on Friday night?

She's the one who tested it on the player when it arrived.

Lucia had the record for days, and what if she managed

to decode the message and then confronted

the killer on the beach?

I mean, has Detective Trent thought of this?

Not that he mentioned.

Well, when we crack it, I promise

we'll go straight to him, as Holmes

and Watson would with Lestrade.

Lorenzo says he was flown from Mystery Island

to about two miles west in the middle of the ocean.

Ray, can you ask Officer Martinez

to take his diving gear out to that spot

and see if he finds anything?

You bet.

Now to Lucia, she has some subdermal scratches

on her face, so there may be someone in that island

with Lucia's DNA under her fingernails.

She was fighting before the fatal blow.

Right.

And there were some chips of some sort

of volcanic rock or sediment in her head wound,

though the blow wasn't fatal.

So she did die from drowning.

Yes, but it's fresh water.

What if her body came down the river

here and out to the ocean?

It's likely.

If Frederick saw her at 3:00, and she was killed just

after 4:00, then where on that river takes about an hour

or so to walk to from here?

Got something!

Several pieces of glass.

And it smells like chloroform.

There's a lot of volcanic rock and sediment.

Is that blood?

It sure looks like it.

We need to get samples of that.

On it.

Jason.

Chief.

Are you going to deny this nail is yours?

The chief is going to scrape your other nails,

and we're going to find Lucy's DNA on them, aren't we?

Do you mind rolling up your sleeves?

Lucia found the bottle of chloroform here in your room,

didn't she?

Yes, but it wasn't mine, which I told her.

She brought the bottle back to her room

as she decided what to do.

Option one would be to tell us, the police.

Option two would be to blackmail you,

which is what she proposed when she met you at the river,

wasn't it?

I told her I didn't believe that the chloroform was

in my room.

She said maybe my husband brought it.

But either way, she was going to be paid.

I told her she was a fool.

She got aggressive, shoving the bottle into my face.

So I found this in your room.

I swatted it away.

[SHATTERING]

It smashed.

Then she lost it.

She grabbed me, scratched my arm.

Ow!

We struggled.

[GASPS]

She slipped and fell, hit her head on a rock

and fell into the river.

If it was an accident, why not come forward?

I didn't think anyone would believe me.

You told Carlos, and he agreed to cover for you, didn't he?

TRENT: And your wife?

Is sick in bed, where she's been all afternoon.

He said it was an accident.

And we have enough bad press for the island already.

He could lose millions.

I thought he was just a 5% shareholder.

No, not anymore.

We know Murtaugh was overextended.

Mystery Island was going to have to declare bankruptcy,

but you bailed him out, even though he

was trying to seduce your wife.

You wouldn't understand.

Explain it to me then.

I love Mystery Island.

I think it's a brilliant idea that its brilliant creator

didn't know how to manage from a financial standpoint.

I did bail John out secretly.

I set up an angel investment group

to buy the controlling shares to try to save

the island from its creator.

So Murtaugh had no idea you were the island's savior.

Not at first, but he's very clever.

He found out, confronted me at his Christmas party.

I've never seen him so angry.

He told me I was a Philistine who only cared about money,

that I would ruin everything that is

special about Mystery Island.

How would you do that?

Volume.

We do 10 weekends a year now.

We increase that to 52.

We become profitable.

That's a lot of original mysteries to write.

Obviously, we'd do some recycling.

All this made John furious.

He said he wouldn't let me destroy the island.

He'd destroy me.

And that's when he started to pursue Morgan.

Did you find out Murtaugh would

be here for the anniversary, then plan to come here

and kill him?

No!

John and I, I've told you, we've been friends since Oxford.

I was used to him losing his mind, doing stupid things.

And I knew to just wait until he came to his senses.

Mr. Del Fuego, I'd like for you to come

with us back to your room.

I found traces of chloroform in here.

Yeah, different lengths.

I noticed that.

It's a built-in storage box.

I've never seen that before.

Mr. Del Fuego, you need to come with us.

That isn't mine.

I'm being set up.

Sir, there are two people dead.

I can put you in handcuffs, like I did with Ms. Green,

if you like.

[PHONE RINGING]

Detective Trent.

Goaz, what do you got?

That's terrific.

Thank you, Martinez.

Officer Martinez found the drone in the water?

The coordinates of the remote said it would be.

It certainly seems like Carlos is your man.

Yeah.

So why don't I feel right about it?

Maybe because Carlos doesn't feel small?

You're not talking about his height, are you?

The killer in custody, he'd killed his wife

because she was successful and he wasn't, and she

made him feel small.

Yeah, Carlos--

Is an incredibly wealthy self-made man.

By contrast, Murtaugh inherited his money,

and he squandered it.

What about Morgan, Murtaugh, the letters?

Yeah, what about the letters?

If Murtaugh was pursuing Morgan, why write her letters?

Actual mailed letters?

He was a recluse.

But then he flies himself to New York

to break up with Phoenix?

Yeah, that is strange.

What if he went to New York for a different reason?

We need to rearrange this.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

He said yes.

So he did it.

Em!

Well, who done it?

Well, we were hoping to assemble

everyone in the main room and reveal it there.

Seriously?

It's on brand, detective.

You know what?

Why not?

Wonderful.

JAY: The key to this case is right here.

The John Mariner message--

we found a second record hidden in these books.

This message reveals that John expected to be killed.

Not killed effectively, killed in reality.

JANE: John foresaw his own death,

like the genius that he was.

JAY: 180 IQ.

JOHN MARINER (ON RECORDING): Good evening, all, and welcome.

My name is John Mariner.

I won't be joining you all tonight.

I'm otherwise engaged with my--

Em figured out the beginning of the clue,

that John Mariner translates to John

Murtaugh, which led us to the secret room and to John's body.

But this name code wasn't only about the secret room.

It is the key to the entirety of a longer coded message.

JANE: But beginning with the hidden name,

Em, what language is Murtaugh?

Gaelic, from Scotland.

JOHN MARINER (ON RECORDING): Hickory dickory dock.

The mouse ran up the clock.

Hickory dickory dock.

Why that rhyme?

He wanted us to pay attention to time?

Misdirection.

Remember the key to the code.

A name contained in a book.

[CLEARS THROAT] "Hickory Dickory Dock"

was a popular rhyme in Scotland, but not

exclusively for children.

Scottish shepherds used the rhyme as a counting scheme

to keep track of their flock, except they began the rhyme

using the Gaelic words, "Hevera, Devera, Dick," or 8, 9, and 10.

Now, Mariner said that he was counting

on us to solve his riddle.

The name code has led us to the number key, eight, nine, 10.

- Sorry I'm late. - Oh, that's fine.

I'm sure that Detective Trent will

catch you up to speed, Chief.

Sorry, I'm confused.

What does eight, nine, 10 have to do with anything?

Well, let us enlighten you.

So this is the entirety of John's message

after the nursery rhyme.

Now, when I first heard it, I thought

it was just doggerel that John was

just trying to sound poetic.

It verges on nonsense, but that

is a clue, of course, that it contains a hidden message.

You just need to know the code.

Hickory dickory dock.

Hevera, Devera, Dick.

8, 9, 10.

Now, if you count out every eighth, ninth, and 10th word,

it reveals a hidden message.

My killer is among us a free man fire.

What does that mean?

Well, fire is your surname, Morgan, Fuego.

Do you think I--

Sorry, no, we haven't finished yet.

So, this has brought us full circle back to the name book.

Free man is--

What my name means.

Charles, Carlos, free man.

That's right.

John knew Carlos was going to kill him

as revenge for John's affair with Morgan

for the last six months.

So you are the reason John left me.

We were not having an affair.

Well, whether you were or you weren't, Carlos

believed that you were.

Lucia found the chloroform bottle in your room,

and the police found the poison and the darts.

Hang on.

So you're saying Murtaugh knew Carlos was going to kill him.

He was a genius.

Right, 180 IQ, I remember.

So this genius came to Mystery Island,

where he knew Carlos would be.

And that I'd be to solve the crime.

And me.

Yes, Janie has been surprisingly helpful.

You're right that Murtaugh needed you here because you

are part of the story.

Story.

Carlos, what's your IQ?

I have no idea.

But you're clever enough to know not to hide incriminating

evidence in your own room.

Are you suggesting that Carlos isn't the killer?

We are, yes.

Now, there is no question that what you have laid out

is very on brand for Mystery Island.

You've got an elaborate game, a secret hiding

spot for a murder weapon, and the very

human motive of revenge.

But the real solution to this crime

features the same elements-- elaborate game, hiding spot

for a murder weapon, revenge.

I'm sorry.

Real solution?

The job of an actual detective,

not people playing games, is to look for the seemingly

dull, simple details, like why is there

a drone remote control 3 feet away from a dead man

with no drone to go with it?

We found this offshore, intentionally

crashed in the water.

Even genius killers make simple mistakes.

This killer should have found out a way

to destroy the remote control because it has been the undoing

of the entire mystery.

But-- sorry, what are you talking about?

That Carlos did something with the drone?

No, not Carlos.

He's not the killer.

So who is?

Well, let's go back.

Who knew about the secret passage?

No one else other than myself and Mr. Murtaugh.

The story that Murtaugh wrote, starting with the secret room,

was stolen from the safe in Frederick's office.

I'm the only one with the combination to the safe.

Not Murtaugh.

Well, yes, of course.

So Fredericks did it.

The butler did it, just like the first weekend.

And you said the motive was revenge--

for his eye.

The killer did want revenge for having something

taken from him, not an eye.

An island.

Murtaugh's supposedly this creative genius,

and maybe he is.

But he's a financial idiot.

I set up an angel group of investors

to buy the controlling shares and try to save

the island from its creator.

But he found out what Carlos had done.

He said he wouldn't let me destroy the island.

He'd destroy me.

Murtaugh thought of himself as a creative genius.

He feared Carlos's focus on the bottom line

would turn his precious creation into a generic tourist trap.

Carlos had control and money.

He made Murtaugh feel so small.

The only way for Murtaugh to take back control

was to make Carlos a criminal, to frame him for murder.

TRENT: Murtaugh knew the combination to the safe.

He built the desk in Carlos's room.

EMILIA: He built the secret room.

TRENT: He waited for Fredericks to go

up there, sticking to the script, and chloroformed him.

But he couldn't shoot himself at close range with a dart.

It wouldn't work for the story.

The drone.

[BUZZING]

TRENT: He shot himself, released the gun over the railing,

and flew the drone out to sea and crashed it.

That's a locked room mystery twist

worthy of Sheridan Le Fanu.

He was meticulous in his planning,

but life doesn't work like a game.

He didn't predict that Lucia will go digging

for evidence in the rooms and find

the chloroform before we did.

Or that she would try to blackmail Morgan.

No, I warned her.

I didn't kill her, I swear.

She attacked me when I said I wouldn't pay.

Lucia fell.

Her death was an accident.

GLORIA: Murtaugh also couldn't have

expected Detective Goaz to break his ankle

and that Jason will be here.

Or that Emilia would be here and be as helpful

as she's been, including calling her friend at the number one

oncology center in New York.

What now?

The autopsy revealed Murtaugh had terminal cancer.

What if the doctorphobe finally realized it might not

be an ulcer, and he flew to the top cancer hospital

in the world?

Tony, it's Emilia Priestly.

I have a deceased patient, and I'm

wondering if he might have come to you guys for a diagnosis.

That's why Murtaugh was in New York,

not to break up with you, Phoenix.

So, John Murtaugh found out he was dying,

and he used what time he had left to concoct a scenario

to get revenge on the man that he believed

would destroy his dream.

Well done, you two.

[LAUGHS]

If you ever come to the UK, you have a room in my castle.

Thank you.

Ciao.

She own a castle?

More than one.

I wanted to thank you.

You're thanking me?

The proper response is, you're welcome.

What are you thanking me for?

Well, for reminding me that what I do,

as hard as it can be, matters, and I'm

not walking away from it.

Well, you're welcome.

And thank you.

I couldn't have done this without you.

Listen, I owe you two a lot.

And I want to say that for a genius,

John could be pretty stupid.

I'm not going to change Mystery Island,

just make it profitable.

And I'm not going to be CEO.

Fredericks is.

Congratulations.

Thank you, ma'am.

But I'll need someone to craft the mysteries.

I'm sure Sarge is ready to go.

And Janie.

I was actually thinking of the two of you.

I appreciate that, but I have a job.

As do I.

You'd be consultants.

You could do it over the weekends.

And the pay--

Oh, my goodness.

We'd split this.

No, that's for each of you.

Think about it.

It's quite flattering.

And I guess you'd have to come down here every so often.

So that we could meet.

About work.

Right.

[MUSIC PLAYING]