[bright tone]
[tense music]
[g*nshots]
- I'm the k*ller.
- Yes, because the
victim is Ainsley Trask.
- Ainsley Trask?
You're saying she's
coming to Mystery Island?
- That's what I'm saying.
- Who's Ainsley Trask?
- Would she be
coming alone or--
- With her husband.
- Janey, you cannot be serious.
- Em, hear me out.
- Did Ainsley Trask
contact you?
- Timeout.
Who is Ainsley Trask?
- Ainsley Trask is the
wife of Franklin Trask,
who wants to bring several
guests to the island,
full VIP package.
- Must have a few bucks.
- Yeah, he's quite
well off, yeah.
- Hang on.
Is he the guy--
- That I was once
engaged to marry?
Yes, he most certainly is.
- He runs Trask Global
Management, a hedge fund
that rivals Carlos
in valuation.
And Ainsley Trask
is a powerhouse
corporate attorney
who also sits
on the board of Trask Global.
And they-- they just
got married last year,
and she told me that
she's quite keen
to come to Mystery Island.
- Did she offer to play
the victim in the m*rder game?
- Oh, no, that was my idea,
as was asking Em
to be the k*ller,
which is perhaps
a little on the nose.
- You think I'd want
to k*ll Franklin's wife?
It was my idea
to end the engagement.
- And you haven't been in a
long-term relationship since.
- Janey, I respectfully request
that my personal life not
be considered as fodder
for our mystery games.
- I was just brainstorming.
- Besides, I certainly
won't be here
when the Trask party attends.
- Ah.
Well, Ainsley has made your
participation a condition
to her package.
- You're joking.
- Is this my joking face?
- Why would she--
- Insecurity.
She might worry that Franklin
still carries a torch for you.
So she's coming down
here in the hopes
of extinguishing that torch.
- Well, she is certainly
playing with fire.
- [sighs]
- I'm simply extending
Jason's metaphor.
- Anyway, if you decide
to go forward with this, uh,
proposal, I will plan to be
here that weekend as well.
- Oh, you don't need to--
- I know.
I want to.
At any rate, Janey, we have
more m*rder games to write,
if you don't mind.
- Yes, my office is yours.
[tense music]
Jason said you
might be out here.
- He went back
to his houseboat?
- He did.
He said you seem to need
some time and space to think.
- Ah.
Neither of which
you're giving me.
- I'm a terrible friend,
aren't I?
- The worst.
- Care for a scotch?
You know, I only met
Franklin a handful of times.
But I dare say that Jason is
correct about Ainsley wanting
to come here to extinguish
whatever flames your ex
may still have for you.
- Mm.
- And I think you're
rubbing off on him.
- Who?
- Well, Jason.
I don't recall him thinking
so much about psychology
when our paths first crossed.
- Yeah, I suppose that's true.
- And I think it's
rather chivalrous of him
to want to come out
here when Franklin
comes to Mystery Island.
- If Franklin comes, you mean.
- Well, do I?
I mean, I don't
know if you realize,
but you, too, would
do well to extinguish
whatever stray embers you
may still have for Franklin.
- There are no embers, Janey.
Trust me.
- Well, good.
Then you'll have no problem
supporting this venture.
- I see what you did there.
- What?
- Ah, well played.
OK, fine.
Tell Mrs. Trask they can come.
- Shall do.
To, uh, torches
being extinguished.
[upbeat music]
- Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.
We have an exciting
weekend ahead,
starting with full VIP
conditions for the party
of Franklin Trask.
Additionally, disguised as
a guest and amongst his party
will be our COO,
Baroness Jane Alcott.
- Thank you, Bennett.
Well, I'm excited about
this weekend for a plethora
of reasons,
but chief among them
is that our brilliant
game writers,
Dr. Priestly
and Detective Trent,
will also be here, which
hasn't happened for a while.
- The game will begin
at the hidden hut,
and this weekend, Emilia
will be playing as herself,
but Jason and I will be
taking on fictitious roles
in the narrative.
And I will be disguised,
as Franklin Trask
did meet me several years ago.
And I will be playing the role
of Professor Loretta Mabrey,
an archaeologist
from California.
And Jason will be cast
very much against type
as Sean Callahan,
a Boston businessman,
which is a euphemism
for gangster.
[chuckles]
And our VIP party consists
of Viveca Bently,
COO and Franklin Trask's
right-hand woman
at Trask Global Hedge Fund;
Spencer Trask,
a former NFL tight end,
who was briefly a VP at Trask
Global until a month ago;
Patricia Collacello,
Spencer's model girlfriend;
and Mickey Karlyle,
a Des Moines schoolteacher,
who has been best friends
with Ainsley Trask
since they were children.
And finally, the host
of the party, Franklin Trask,
a billionaire
with a capital B,
and his newlywed wife, Ainsley,
a successful
corporate attorney.
For those of you
who don't know me,
my name is Dr. Emilia Priestly,
game author.
And on behalf of our CEO,
Carlos Del Fuego,
I want to welcome you
to Mystery Island.
And allow me to introduce
our new new house manager,
or majordomo,
and Simmons, her assistant.
- Oh, please, call me Bennett.
Now, before we repair to
the veranda for c*ck,
if you could all kindly place
your mobile phones
into this black box
Simmons has.
- Hang on.
I promised my followers
hourly updates.
- Oh, honey.
Hey, you remember that time
when you got food poisoning
and you didn't post
for like two days?
You actually got
more followers.
This is like that.
- Spencer, you're so smart.
[mysterious music]
- Emilia.
At last.
- It's lovely to meet you.
- It's not something
I hear often.
Oh, she is more beautiful than
you led me to believe, Frankie.
And no band
on that fourth finger.
I cannot believe
you're still single.
- I see you're already
playing detective, Mrs. Trask.
- I am all in.
I even offered to bet Frankie I
could solve the mystery first,
didn't I, my love?
- He didn't take the bet.
But I did.
Get ready to pay up, Ains.
- If both of you wouldn't
mind handing in your phones,
we may proceed.
- Where's Spencer?
- It's, uh, good
to see you, Emmy.
[tense music]
- Ladies and gentlemen,
we hope you're
all enjoying your first
looks at Mystery Island.
Your luggage has
been taken care of.
Bennett has your keys, and
you'll be shown to your rooms.
Once you are all there,
you will find the first clue
that will begin the game.
- Can you tell us
where the body is?
- That's all part of the
mystery, Ms. Collacello,
but I can assure you, among
the people assembled here,
there is a k*ller.
- Delightful.
This is already so much fun.
- Come on, Franklin.
Let's not waste time
looking at views.
I've got a m*rder to solve.
- You OK?
- Fine.
- You don't look fine.
- No?
How do I look?
- Understandably
addled at being
face-to-face with the
man you almost married
and his abrasive new wife.
- You think she's abrasive?
- She makes sandpaper
look like silk.
Frankly, from one
extreme to the other.
- Are you suggesting
I'm not abrasive?
- Or obnoxious or entitled
or any of Ainsley's other
in-your-face qualities.
- Listen, I should tell you--
- I told Viveca
I forgot my key.
She's already decided to be
my partner in crime solving.
And she keeps pumping me with
questions about archaeology,
and I'm just inventing answers.
- Janey, you were
supposed to study.
- You know how I feel
about studying, Em.
What about you?
Have they asked you
about being a mobster?
- Well, when someone asked me
what business I'm in, I say,
that's my business.
- Oh, now that's good.
Oh, and I must say, Franklin
does seem quite into his wife.
- Well, he did manage
to slip me this.
- What is it?
"I have to see you alone.
Tell me where and when."
I knew it.
- What did you know?
- Well, that he is
still in love with you.
- You just said he was
attached to his wife.
- Oh, he's
overcompensating, clearly.
When are you going to meet him?
- I'm not sure that I am.
- Come on, just to find out.
- Loretta,
did you find your key?
- Sure did.
- Mr. Callahan, you heard
what Dr. Priestly said.
We all have to unlock our doors
to get the game started.
- Let's do it.
- You all got here
rather quickly.
- Yeah, the riddle you had
us work out wasn't hard.
- I thought it was.
- Yeah, you made
that clear, Spencer.
- Once Ainsley
pretty brilliantly
figured out that each
of the boards in our rooms
featured a different
part of an anagram.
- I remember having a hand
in that deduction, Mickey.
- Yeah, I guess you
helped a little.
- These detective
kits are so adorbs.
Do we get to keep them?
- Yeah.
- Yay.
- OK, we're here at the
hidden hut, so where next?
- 12 years ago, when this
island was just the home
to Evelyn Murtaugh and her
son, John, the sommelier
on their staff disappeared.
His name was Ricardo Rincon.
The Murtaughs only
realized he was
missing when the police came
to the island looking for him.
Ricardo had been
identified as part
of a gold smuggling operation.
- Did he live in the hut?
- Yes, he did.
- Ah, you keeping up, Ains?
- Of course, the police
searched his lodgings,
but they found no gold.
Might you have better luck?
- Oh, you better
believe we will.
[upbeat music]
- Some boxes we can go through.
- Go for it.
- Looks like
this is a fake floor.
Let's try this.
Found something.
- That was fast.
- Hey, guys, over here.
- [gasps]
- Whoa.
- Thoughts, Mickey?
Mickey teaches biology.
- Well, it's-- it's a human.
- [sputters]
Obviously, it's human, Mick.
- Yes, Spencer,
if you let me finish--
human male.
And judging by the
degree of desiccation,
I'd say he's been here
for at least 10 years.
- Oh, so this definitely
could be Ricardo Rincon?
- Yes.
Do you know if Rincon was
missing his three left fingers?
- Well, I didn't
know him personally,
but no, I don't think so.
- OK, so maybe this
is someone else.
- Or maybe this
is Ricardo Rincon,
and he was being
interrogated right here.
What do you think to
that possibility, Sean?
- Why you asking me?
- Well, you just
seem like the kind
of businessman
who's been involved
in some tough discussions.
- There are marks on his ribs.
Knife wounds, I'd say.
He's probably been
stabbed many times.
- Here's a knife.
There might be dry blood on it.
- Loretta, look at this.
How old would you say this is?
- Ooh.
Well, it isn't an artifact.
- Right?
Double letter R on the hilt.
- So possibly Ricardo
stabbed this man here.
- Or Ricardo was k*lled
with his own knife.
- Look at this map.
It's written
in some sort of code.
- Franklin is
brilliant with code.
- Hey, check it out.
Some kind of journal.
- Like a diary.
- No, it's more like a log.
It's in code, too.
- Well, maybe Franklin
can help with that.
He's brilliant with code.
- I'm brilliant at
most things, Ains.
- I know you are, honey.
- It would be good
to know more about Ricardo.
Did he grow up poor and
that's why he turned to crime?
Sometimes I think if
I weren't beautiful,
I would have been a criminal.
- Man, there's
tons of files here.
I say we take that and
the map back to the house,
get a better look at them.
- What do you think?
- The letters are
clearly jumbled.
But look at the dots.
This could be a variant cipher.
- How did you learn to do this?
- In college.
I was bored.
- That's so you, to learn
code because you're bored.
- You had such a swift victory
locating the hidden room.
Are you generously
allowing others
a chance at a breakthrough?
- Once you get to know me,
you'll see what
an absurd question that is.
You said Ricardo Rincon
was the sommelier?
- Mm-hmm.
- Where's the wine cellar?
- I'll show you.
So if I get to know you better,
why would I realize that
was an absurd question
to think you might want
to support the others?
- You're the psychiatrist.
What do you think?
- I think you play to win.
- Always have.
You know what,
I get what Franklin
sees in you.
If we'd met under
different circumstances,
we might be good friends.
- Do you have
many good friends?
- Oh, it's not been
a forte of mine.
I have Mickey.
- Who clearly adores you.
But then it is
easy to be friends
with people from your past who
live a thousand miles away.
- You know what?
Franklin warned me you
didn't pull your punches.
- Yeah, I should tell you
that the police did search
this cellar when
Ricardo disappeared,
and that was years ago.
- Well, it looks
like they clearly
missed this switch in here.
[tense music]
Well, looky there.
Our boy, Ricardo, sure
liked his hidden rooms.
Shall we?
Bingo.
- You handled that
well, Ainsley.
Impressive.
- I'm not done.
See these dust
patterns on the floor?
Some bigger, some not.
Someone's been moving the
gold out a bit at a time.
- Are you suggesting
a staff member?
- I don't know.
A piece of what's left
of Ricardo's smuggled gold,
and the motive for his m*rder.
Whoever tortured him in that
basement below the hut that day
must have finally gotten the
gold's location out of him.
That bar comes from
a crate in a secret room
off the wine cellar.
But based on dust
patterns on the floor,
there had to be more than one
crate down there at a time.
- Someone's been moving
the gold out gradually.
- That's what I
thought, Frankie.
- Is she a genius or what?
- Ready to pay up
on our bet, Spencer?
- Hey, whoa.
You haven't won yet.
We're supposed to find
out who k*lled Ricardo.
- Well, Dr. Priestly thinks we
should look at staff members.
- Well, that makes sense.
- Yeah, but if a staff
member k*lled Ricardo,
they would have been able
to take the gold all at once.
I think our culprit is
more likely a person who's
come down here several times
in the last 12 years, who would
have brought an empty
suitcase here and taken it
back loaded with stolen gold.
Sean, how many times have
you been to Mystery Island?
- A handful.
- You fly privately?
Nice way to avoid TSA.
And what business
are you in exactly?
- Import-export.
- So the mob.
Can I go to your room
and see if you have a--
I don't know, an empty suitcase
fortified for extra weight?
- Go for it.
- OK, if we track
this code to here
and then, Patricia,
what have you got?
- Well, it doesn't
look like Morse code.
It's the Fibonacci sequence.
- Oh.
- Has anyone ever solved
a game this quickly?
- Never on the first day,
only once on the second.
This is uncanny.
- Mrs. Trask is quite--
well, she's quite something.
- Yeah.
We worked so hard
on the red herrings,
getting the coding just right.
- What's the combination, Sean?
- 617.
- Boston area code.
Of course.
Well, it wasn't
completely empty.
Sean is the smuggler and likely
the k*ller of Ricardo Rincon.
[chuckles]
Case closed.
- Well done, Ains.
[applause]
- Loretta, are you involved?
- That's not Loretta.
That's Emilia's best
friend, Janey Alcott.
- The COO of Mystery Island.
- Indeed.
Well, it's lovely to meet you
all as my-- as my true self.
And a hearty congratulations
to Mrs. Trask
for correctly
solving the mystery.
- Impressive, Ains.
- The quickest
solve yet, I'd say.
- She is special.
Does she get a special prize?
- Yes, all game winners
get a special prize, yes,
but allow me to introduce
you to Jason Trent, who,
along with Emilia, make
up our game writing team
and took on the role of Sean.
- It's nice to meet everybody.
- Clever narrative, you two.
- We thought so.
- Why don't we all
meet on the veranda
for a celebratory drink?
- Sounds good.
- Yes?
- [laughs]
Ah, and you were all getting
caught up in maps and codes.
And I just thought, well,
you all know the expression,
follow the money.
I'm not talking
about you, Money.
- Ha.
- Forgive me.
I don't follow.
- Ainsley's nickname for me
is "Money" because it's what
I look after for Franklin.
- Anyway, Sean's
big mistake was not
figuring out a way
all those years
ago how to take the
gold in one fell swoop.
I mean, if you're
going to rob somebody,
you don't do it
a little bit at a time.
Don't you agree, Money?
- Too true, Ainsley.
- Anyway, Janey,
about that partial refund--
- Ainsley, come on.
Please.
There's still plenty to
do on this gorgeous island
this weekend.
In fact, Janey,
I'm so glad you're here.
Now that the game is finished,
I'd love to chat to you
about a potential investment
in this enterprise.
- What, from you?
- From Trask Global.
I believe you know one of my
board members, Piper Plunkett.
- Piper, yes, she's my second
cousin on my mother's side.
Ah.
Well, how lovely.
Gosh, I haven't seen her since
her father's third wedding.
- Ladies and gentlemen, dinner
will be served in the dining
room in one hour.
A gentle reminder
that we require
all guests to be in formal
wear for this evening's meal.
Thank you.
- Come on, babe.
Let's go get ready.
- Well, that was
quite unexpected.
- Ainsley solving
the game in record time?
- No, no, Piper,
my second cousin,
being on Franklin's board.
And yes, Ainsley as well.
- Janey, I want to caution
you in the strongest language
possible not to entertain
the idea of bringing
these people into the company.
- Em, it isn't these people.
It's a billion-dollar
hedge fund.
And I know-- I know
it's managed by Franklin.
- Franklin isn't my problem.
It's his wife.
- Yeah, I realize
she can be brusque.
- I don't care about that.
I care about how she managed to
solve our mystery so quickly.
And I intend to find out.
[tense music]
- She's furious.
- Yes, well spotted, Jason.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
please, be seated.
[soft music]
- [gasps] What are you doing?
- Meeting you, like you asked.
- Why didn't you
use the normal path?
- Well, I didn't want people
to know where I was going.
- Right.
Sorry for being startled.
- Sorry for startling you.
And thanks for the meet.
- Well, you can thank
Ainsley for that.
- I don't follow.
- Is she a big mystery fan?
Constantly reading whodunits?
- No, not at all.
But, I mean, I didn't come
here to talk about Ainsley.
I came here because I
made a huge mistake.
- Franklin,
if this is about us--
- Of course,
it's about us, Emmy.
Look, I-- I think
I married Ainsley
because I wanted to
prove to myself that I
still wasn't in love with you.
But the joke's on me.
Because guess what...
I'm still in love with you.
- I knew it.
I wish I could say
I was surprised.
[dramatic music]
- Ainsley, hang on.
- You OK?
- Not really.
But we should follow them.
- You're being unreasonable.
- Don't gaslight me, Franklin.
I know what I heard.
- What did you hear?
- My husband professing
his love for his ex.
I arranged this whole
vacation to test him.
And you failed.
You're a cheat.
And you.
Oh, you were just ready
to fall back into his arms.
- I did nothing
of the sort, and there
was no cheating going on.
That's you projecting
your own behavior.
- Well, what's that
supposed to mean?
- You don't like whodunits,
yet you solved
our game in record time.
- It's called being smart,
which I thought you were.
- Ainsley, please,
don't do this.
- I'm doing what needs
to be done, Money.
I would like my own
room tonight, please.
And I'll be leaving
tomorrow morning.
When I get back to New York,
I'll be filing for divorce.
And I will bleed you dry.
[tense music]
- Ah.
Thanks, buddy.
- I should go check on Ains.
I'm sure she'll be back to
her usual self by tomorrow.
- [laughs]
Oh, champ, I hate
to break it to you.
This is her real self.
- You've never liked her.
- And you're in love with her.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Oh, please stop arguing.
This isn't helping anyone.
- Bennett, is it possible
one of your staff
shared details of the
mystery script with Ainsley?
- I do hope not.
I'll start interviewing
them immediately.
- Thank you.
- I'd be shocked if one of the
staff sold us out like this.
- I don't like
the idea, either,
but I am certain
Ainsley cheated.
- We'll see what Bennett finds.
In the meantime, I think
we should all get some sleep.
- I don't think
I'll ever get
used to these
shifting signs
As time falls
through my hands
And the ground
is giving way
Despite my best laid plans
It's all out of my hands
Unraveling
[knocking on door]
- Sorry to wake you, Emmy,
but Ainsley's not in her room.
I can't find her anywhere.
- Are you sure she's not
already down at the dock
waiting for the boat?
- No, she's not.
- Her bags are still in the
room, and I just don't--
- Franklin, you
go for breakfast.
We will sort this.
- OK.
OK, thank you.
- Have you told
Janey and Jason?
- Yes, they're
meeting at her room,
and I've got the staff
searching the grounds.
- OK.
Let me get dressed,
and I'll meet them there.
- Toiletries in the bathroom.
- The bed's unmade.
So clearly, she slept here.
- Didn't Ainsley have
four pieces of luggage?
- And now there's only three.
Well spotted, Em.
- We searched every
room and communal area
in the mansion, as well
as the nearby grounds.
There's no sign of her.
We could press on to
other parts of the resort.
- Let's do that.
I want to check places
we know Ainsley's been.
Start in the hidden hut
and the wine cellar.
[tense music]
- Wow.
Everything here
is as we left it.
- Should we check the basement?
- [gasps]
- She's dead.
- The carotid artery was cut.
- The k*ller was angry.
- Or thorough.
- Time of death?
- Ballpark between
12:00 and 2:00.
- Her hand.
- Yeah, I saw that.
- It looks like an S.
Well, the guest is Spencer.
- And the only staff
member is Simmons.
I'll go and check
the security cameras,
see what his movements were.
- Ray and I will
go tell Franklin.
Franklin, when I'm
not writing m*rder
games for Mystery Island, I'm
a detective on the mainland.
This is Ray Romero,
the chief of police.
- I'm grateful to you both.
Do you have any leads?
- I regret to inform you,
Mr. Trask, that your wife
was m*rder*d last night.
- m*rder*d?
Are you sure?
- Quite sure, sir.
- I don't-- what happened?
- That's what we
intend to find out.
- Where was she?
- The hidden hut.
She was k*lled sometime
between midnight and 2:00 a.m.
- This is--
- It's a lot to take in.
I know.
- Look, I-- I realize
everyone in this room is
thinking about what
happened between
Ainsley and I last night.
And I want to be clear.
I loved Ainsley
and absolutely would
have given her the divorce if
that's what she really wanted.
And my guests and I will--
will stay here on this island
until the k*ller's
been arrested.
- We appreciate that
cooperation, sir.
- I need to interview
everyone here.
- Starting with Spencer?
- You, actually.
Everyone, could I have
your attention, please?
I'm a detective,
and this is Ray Romero,
the chief of police.
I regret to inform you
that Ainsley's been k*lled.
[tense music]
- Oh, no.
- [crying]
- OK, Emilia, so explain why--
- I expect Jason told you
that I was engaged to Franklin
nearly seven years ago and
Franklin gave me a note
upon arriving here, insisting
we meet in private, that he
told me last night that he
was still in love with me,
which Ainsley heard,
as did Jason.
And this led to the row
that the Trasks had,
her threats of divorce,
et cetera, et cetera.
- Yes, so you understand--
- I do, and as
Jason also knows,
I was adamantly opposed
to Franklin and his party
coming to this island.
It was me who ended
our engagement.
- Why?
- It was a mistake.
I was in love
with Franklin at first,
but I wasn't willing
to move to New York.
And he certainly wasn't
gonna go to London.
So we were long distance
for nearly a year.
And then he suddenly proposed,
promising to relocate
his business to London.
And I accepted.
But as the months
passed, it became
clear I was just another
deal he needed to close,
so I ended it.
- So why did you meet with him
in secret down on the beach?
- Because I believed
Ainsley cheated at the game,
and I had some questions
I wanted to ask
Franklin to help me prove it.
- Did you succeed?
- I learned she's
not in the least
bit interested in whodunits.
- What do you think
about this theory?
- I think Emilia is right.
- And where were you between
midnight and 2:00 a.m.?
- Asleep.
I had an aperitif in my room
to take the edge off,
and it did its job
rather thoroughly.
- OK.
Well, thank you, Emilia.
I hope you understand
that we can't at this time
include you on this side
of the table.
Could you ask
Franklin to join us?
- Of course.
- I had an aperitif
last night as well,
and it did quite
a number on me.
I passed out
in the chair in my room.
I don't know why anyone
would want to drug us,
but I need to order
a few tox screens.
- Sure.
- Franklin, the police
would like to talk
to you in the dining room.
Janey.
- What is it?
- I think I'm being
treated as a suspect.
- Well, yes, of course.
I assumed so, given
them questioning you.
Jealousy is a powerful
motive for m*rder.
- I haven't seen
Franklin in seven years.
- Yeah, and the first
day that you do,
you're exchanging love
declarations on the beach.
- Not exchanging.
It was him to me.
- Oh, no, Em, darling, I
don't think in a million years
you had anything to do
with Ainsley's m*rder.
I'm just positing the kind
of hypotheticals Jason is.
- Oh, Jason, who knows me.
- Yes, and I don't
think for a moment
that Jason thinks you're
the suspect, either.
But he has to do his due
diligence as a detective.
Wouldn't you agree?
- Yes, of course.
I did tell Ray
about my suspicions
that Ainsley cheated,
but I'm not
sure he's convinced it's
connected to her m*rder
and will pursue it.
- Then we shall.
- So there are some motives
among these guests for perhaps
wanting Ainsley dead.
- Yes, starting with her
husband, who hardly convinced
me with his stoic speech.
- Before we go there,
we should think
about how Ainsley cheated.
I know after her interviews,
Bennett said
her staff were above reproach.
But I would kind of like
to search their rooms.
- Well, Em, I'm COO.
That's corporate property.
[dramatic music]
- Janey.
- Ainsley's fourth suitcase.
- It appears
my theory was correct.
- $50,000.
- And this is likely
just the payout.
I bet Ainsley gave
the same amount in advance.
- What are you doing?
[both gasp]
- Get Jason.
- Jason!
- Emilia?
Emilia, wake up.
Hey.
- Hey.
What's going on?
- Janey came running to tell me
that you were chasing Simmons.
- Right.
Oh.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Lay back.
- Yeah, I think
that might be best.
- You've got quite a knot
on the back of your head.
Did you see Simmons?
- No, he must have
been waiting for me.
Got behind me.
- We'll find him.
We need to get you
to the infirmary.
I can carry you.
- OK.
Oh.
Hang on.
Thank you for being here.
- Of course.
And listen, I'm sorry we had
to grill you like that earlier.
- I'm sorry if I was
a bit short with you.
- More with Ray.
- [laughs]
- Do you really think I
m*rder*d the wife of my ex?
- Do you really think
I think you did?
- No.
I know you're just
doing your job.
- Do you have conflicted
feelings about Franklin?
- I do.
The feelings in conflict
are a great deal of pity,
a small amount of nostalgia,
and confusion
at how I ever could have
said yes to marrying him.
- I can think of a few reasons
someone would marry the guy,
but I don't think you
care about those reasons.
- You know me well.
I think I can stand up now.
- Go slow.
- Oh, the suitcase and
money in Simmons' room.
- Janey and Ray are
taking care of that.
- I was thinking
it was the payout.
- We'll definitely check
to see if Simmons opened
an offshore account
in the last month
where Ainsley could
have wired the advance,
but it looks like
you were right.
She's so competitive, she spent
a hundred grand to win a game.
- I think it's more
than competition.
I think she wanted
to prove to Franklin
that she's smarter than me.
- I think she knew Franklin
was still in love with you.
And if she spent
all that money just
to hear him declare that
love to you, then maybe
she went to Simmons and
asked for her money back.
- And perhaps he refused.
She threatened him,
and he k*lled her?
Are you gonna bring more
police over to search for him?
- I think a better
use of manpower
is to shut down the docks so
he can't get off the island.
He didn't plan for this.
He'll get hungry and thirsty
soon enough then surface.
But now I don't know why
anyone drugged our aperitif.
- Our aperitifs?
- Yeah, I had mine last night.
Same reaction.
I fell asleep way too fast.
I have Ray running tox screens.
You ready to head back?
I've got a few more
suspects to interview.
- I'm happy to help with that.
- I'm sure you are,
but technically,
you're still a suspect.
- Oh, my God.
- If you and Janey want to
continue your investigation--
- We just might.
- Just don't chase
anyone in the jungle, OK?
- Look straight ahead.
Follow.
The good news is
you're not concussed.
For the headache.
And you need to rest.
- Thank you, Rosie.
- You're welcome.
- So to your room.
- Oh, I'm not resting.
There's a k*ller among us.
- But Simmons.
- I'm not convinced it was him.
- So?
- So Jason and Ray
are doing interviews.
We should do our own, our way.
- Look, I watch a
lot of true crime,
and I know the husband is
always suspect numero uno,
OK, but I'm telling you,
Franklin isn't a good guy, OK?
He's a great guy.
- Yet you left his
company a month ago.
- That had nothing to
do with Franklin, man.
- What did it have to do with?
- Ainsley.
She wanted me out,
so I got out.
Look, before you go
thinking that's a motive,
I make a ton of money
on my endorsements.
And now I got more time for
Patricia, so it's all good.
- Why would Ainsley
want you out?
- I mean, look, I don't want to
speak ill about the dead, OK?
But she was
a controlling monster.
But look, the NFL is full
of people like her, OK?
No biggie.
- Where were you between
midnight and 2:00 a.m.?
- Passed out.
Me and Patricia both.
Jet lag, I guess.
Hey, listen, Frankie said
that Ainsley paid up a member
of staff to cheat the game.
Was it that Simmons guy?
- Why would you think that?
- Well, you know,
suddenly he's not around.
I bet he's got to be top
of the suspect list, right?
[tense music]
- Franklin?
How you doing?
- Honestly, I'm wrung out.
Your detective friend
asked me about a prenup,
which, of course, we had.
Ainsley was bluffing when
she threatened to bleed
me financially in a divorce.
- Is that typical
of her, bluffing?
- Well, she's
a corporate lawyer.
It's what she does.
Did.
Every day.
I'm sorry.
- No, don't apologize, please.
- It's just I know I told you
my marriage was a mistake,
but that doesn't mean I
didn't care about her.
And it's hard not to think
that one of the people
I brought here is responsible.
- Franklin, it seems
that Em was correct.
Ainsley was cheating
at the game.
- I was thinking about that.
Ainsley came down
here to the mainland
a few weeks ago,
supposedly to see a client,
but now I'm not sure.
- Well, it does appear that
she was paying one of our staff
quite a lot of money.
- Well, there you go.
- Why?
Why would she want
to win so badly?
- To humiliate
the game's author?
- And humiliate me.
She's been trying to do that
since my honeymoon was over.
It's why she brought
Mickey with us.
I'm pretty sure they're
having an affair.
I told Detective Trent.
- Where is Mickey?
- I think he's just gone
to talk to the detectives.
- Thanks, Franklin.
[tense music]
I'm not comfortable breaking
into a guest's room.
- Shh, we are not breaking in.
We're just going in there
to retrieve my property.
- I can't.
- Well, I'm going in.
- Oh.
- Ainsley and I were
high school sweethearts.
We split up freshman
year of college.
It was her idea.
And I hadn't seen her
for years until our class
reunion last year.
Then, a month after that, I was
in New York for a conference,
and we connected.
She'd just got back
from her honeymoon.
- How did she seem?
- Usual.
Intense, driven, funny, like,
10 steps ahead of
everyone else.
- How many times did
you see her after that?
- A few.
- And your relationship
was strictly platonic?
- Why would you ask that?
Ainsley is-- was totally
committed to her husband.
- She seemed so
ready to divorce him.
- Ains was the president of the
theater club in high school.
She's a drama queen.
I figured she and Franklin
would kiss and make up.
- Where were you last night
between midnight and 2:00?
- I went to my
room around 11:00.
I tried to finish my book,
but I nodded off pretty fast.
- Thank you, Mickey.
Viveca, can we chat?
- Of course, detective.
[dramatic music]
- I was hoping there'd be
a tranche of love letters
between him and Ainsley.
- Well, this isn't that,
but it is quite curious.
- Mom's book?
Probably borrowed
it from our library.
- No, this is Mickey's
personal copy.
And it's quite annotated.
[keys rattling]
- Well, we need to follow him.
He's going to commit
another m*rder.
- I'm just devastated.
I adored Ainsley.
She was a real ally
on the company board.
- Were you friends
outside of work?
- Oh, yeah.
- But she had that
nickname for you.
- Money?
Detective, you must be assuming
that that is derogatory.
In our world, it's really
quite the compliment.
- Can you imagine why anyone
would want to do this to her?
- No.
Oh.
- I'm sorry to ask,
but where were
you between midnight and 2:00?
- I was asleep.
I rarely make it past 11:00.
- This is a mess.
- No, it's not.
It's OK.
- No, it's not OK.
Ainsley is dead.
I'm stuck on this island.
I--
- Put that away.
- No, I am owed.
I'm owed.
- I've got Mickey.
- I've got Viveca.
- Hello?
Is there anyone in there?
- Can I help you?
- I wanted to turn this in.
Can you make sure it's
not the m*rder weapon?
- We'll take a look.
Thank you.
- I mean, Ainsley was
totally brilliant,
but she was a horrible person.
I tried being a
good sister to her,
but she had zero time for me.
So whatever.
I moved on.
- Were you upset when
she forced Spencer
out of Franklin's company?
- Oh, did Spencer
tell you that?
Who runs the company?
- So you're saying Franklin
forced out his own brother?
- I'm saying he brought
Spencer in there
because NFL players
are a big deal.
They get people excited, right?
Which is what
Spencer was doing.
But then Franklin
comes to Spencer
and says he believes he's
trying to edge Franklin out
of his own company,
which Spencer was
totally not doing, obviously.
Even though he's totally
smart and could do it.
And Spencer would
maybe be upset with me
for telling you this, but
I was furious with Franklin
for a minute there.
I mean, I could have
k*lled him, literally,
but I calmed down.
Spence always
says family first.
So anyway, all good now.
Except Ainsley being m*rder*d.
- Except that.
[tense music]
- There you are.
So I tailed Viveca back here,
where she met up with Franklin
and gave him a very
familiar shoulder massage.
- How did he receive it?
- Quite comfortably.
And then he poured
them some wine
and they went up to his room.
- I noticed them being
comfortable yesterday.
- Hey, what about Mickey?
- Well, he went
to the hidden hut.
- What, are you joking?
Isn't that where the
forensics people are?
- Yes, they are,
which is why he went.
He turned in--
he turned in the knife.
- What, the one he
threatened Viveca with?
- I'm not sure he
was threatening her.
- He was most certainly
was threatening her.
- Think about his
body language.
He backed away from her.
He held the knife low
and close to himself.
And then he bolted from her.
- After shouting
that she owed him.
- He actually said, I'm owed,
which not to be a language
obsessive, doesn't
necessarily mean
Viveca is the one
who owes him whatever
he feels like he's owed.
- Ah, fair point,
Miss Criminal Psychiatrist.
- That's Dr. Miss Criminal
Psychiatrist, please.
- [laughs] OK, so--
so he handed him
in the knife and then what?
- He went to the beach
and looked at the ocean.
- Is he still there?
- I don't know.
While I was watching him,
I had a thought.
So I-- I went and got
his Murtaugh book.
And look what I found
among the annotations.
- "Even an amateur, a person
utterly unskilled at m*rder,
"can walk up to a seated person
from behind with a sharp 4-inch
"blade and cut
their carotid artery
as easy as slicing a lemon."
Ray said that Ainsley's
carotid artery--
- Is what the k*ller cut.
- But this is hardly proof
we can take to Jason.
- Yeah, you're right.
We need to get back
to our m*rder board
and think this all through.
- Now, I know it's a clich,
but before Mickey's book,
I was thinking that Franklin
was the prime suspect
and his motive was to
get out of his marriage.
Do you think he's
capable of m*rder?
- Every human being
is capable of m*rder,
given the right circumstances.
But I'm not sure these
are them for Franklin.
- Right.
OK, so pivoting to
our second suspect,
Mickey, who was studying
how to cut a carotid artery.
What if he was still
in love with Ainsley
the same way that Franklin
is still in love with you?
- Ainsley threatens divorce.
Mickey goes to Ainsley,
professes his love.
- But she rejects him,
and he kills her.
- Extreme but possible.
We also need to
know what he's owed.
- Oh, definitely.
- And Spencer, who is clear
on his dislike of Ainsley,
is our third suspect.
And fourth suspect--
- Is obviously Simmons.
He was being paid by
Ainsley to help her cheat.
Maybe she didn't pay
him the second half
after everything blew up and
he k*lled her for the money.
- That's a big maybe.
We also know he was in his room
from midnight until 2:00 a.m.
Speaking of which,
did I tell you I fell
asleep crazy fast last night?
Apparently, Jason did,
too, so he's running
toxicology on the aperitifs.
- And I also fell
asleep uncommonly early,
having drunk my aperitif.
- Really?
- Yes, what if this was the
m*rder*r putting the three
investigative geniuses on
the island out of commission
so that the m*rder
could be committed?
Well, Jason needs to
test my aperitif as well.
- OK, well, someone would
have had to have stolen
a passkey from housekeeping.
- That's hardly impossible.
- And gotten into our
rooms yesterday evening
to spike the drinks.
- Oh.
- Janey, Ray and I are
ready to talk to you.
- Oh, yes, of course.
- Making headway?
- Some.
- Anything you can share?
- Nothing I can share.
- Of course.
- I'm glad you
all are doing this
and not chasing people
through the jungle.
- Janey thinks her drink
might have been spiked, too.
- The aperitif?
- Yes.
- We're testing the residue
from all the glasses.
Janey?
- Be back, Em.
[tense music]
- [sighs]
[knocking on door]
Are you busy?
- Just get out of the bath.
Come on in.
- I'll just pop to the loo
while you get dressed.
- I'm dressed.
- I'm coming.
- So what's up?
- I was wondering
if I could show
you my favorite
place on the island
to look at the night sky.
- Yeah, sounds great.
- So how did Mrs. Trask
communicate with you
prior to this weekend?
- All via email,
which made it much easier
to appear incognito
as Loretta Mayberry,
archaeologist from California.
Do you like the accent?
- Impressive.
- Janey, in any
of those communications,
did Ainsley ask
for an employee list?
- Yes, in fact, she did.
Are you thinking that's
how she got to Simmons?
- Yeah.
- Ugh.
She just said she
had security concerns
and that she was paying VIP
prices, so I gave her the list.
But as I said to her,
none of our employees
have a criminal record.
- That is true, but we
learned from Bennett
that Simmons's sister is a
single mother battling cancer.
He started an online
fundraising campaign
for her about a month ago.
- So that might be his motive
for selling secrets to Ainsley?
- I believe it is.
- Well, suddenly I'm feeling
terribly for Simmons.
- Wow.
Lovely.
- It is lovely.
Hard to believe this is
where I found the corpse
of Mystery Island's founder.
- Gosh, I mean, that
must have been awful.
- Not my first time
seeing a corpse.
- Right.
Of course.
Well, today was my first day,
identifying her body.
Why'd you bring
me up here, Emmy?
- Emmy.
You know, nobody's
called me that since--
- Since you broke
off our engagement?
Are you trying to
dodge the question?
- I brought you
up here to what I
thought you'd think was a
decidedly romantic locale
but is, in fact, for me,
something quite the opposite.
- OK, so this is an object
lesson in how incompatible
we are.
- I said I didn't want you
to come to Mystery Island,
but a part of me did
want to see you again
because I wanted closure.
And I wish you could admit that
you need that, too, because you
are not in love with me.
- Did you forget what I
told you on the beach?
- No, and I'd like to
know why that happened,
but here's the thing.
If you're so in love
with me, why wait
for your wife to bring you
to my place of work
and then make your move?
Yeah.
It's a good question, isn't it?
I have a reply.
I believe you wanted
Ainsley to see you with me.
I think you told her you were
going for a walk on the beach.
I think it might
have been Ainsley
who was no longer in love with
you, who no longer adored you.
I've been thinking a lot
about our relationship,
about why it remained
transatlantic for so long.
- Our jobs.
- No, that's
the surface answer.
The deeper one is
absence makes
the heart grow fonder.
- So you're speaking
in cliches now?
- They're only cliches
because they're true.
I think you liked the
distance because it allowed
me to keep adoring you.
And you want to be
adored, Franklin.
- OK, Emmy.
So tell me then,
did I k*ll Ainsley?
I mean, that's the
deeper reason why you
brought me up here, isn't it?
To press my buttons,
see how I respond.
See if I fit into your
psychological profile
for my wife's k*ller.
- Did you k*ll Ainsley?
- I loved Ainsley.
And I believe--
--I'm still in love with you.
But you're right.
I absolutely love to be adored.
But I did not k*ll my wife.
Do you believe me?
- He's a monster!
Help!
- Help, please!
- Mr. Trask, stop that.
- Spencer, buddy, enough!
- OK, OK, I'm good.
- Is he all right?
- I think not.
He needs to go
to the infirmary.
- What are you doing?
- What am I doing?
This guy k*lled your wife.
- We don't know that.
- Yeah?
Well, you also didn't
know what I know,
that rats always go
back to their holes.
So me and Patricia
waited for him.
He was trying to sneak back in.
- Is that true?
- Of course it is.
Spencer doesn't lie.
He grabbed him and
told him to go confess
to you for k*lling Ainsley.
- He said he didn't
k*ll Ainsley.
I was like, then why
did you go on the run?
- And then he actually
tried to headbutt Spencer.
- We have security cameras
in the dorm hallway.
We know Simmons was in his
room from midnight to 2:00.
- Oh, he could have snuck
back in that window.
- He's got a point.
- He does.
But, Spencer, not only
are you a suspect,
you are under
arrest for as*ault.
- Are you joking?
- Patricia, I'm
investigating a homicide,
and your husband is interfering
with that investigation.
- Do I need to
put these on you,
or you coming peacefully
with me back to the jail?
- Yeah, no need, man.
- Come on.
[tense music]
- I think Jason needs our help.
We need to show
him Mickey's book.
- Well, be prepared
to face his wrath when
we tell him how we got it.
- Wrath, I can handle.
We need to solve
this case before somebody
else winds up dead.
- Hey.
- How's he doing?
- Stable but not talking yet.
What's up?
- Can we talk?
- Of course.
- I spoke with
Franklin earlier.
I wanted to see if I could
get him to tell me the truth.
- About Ainsley or about you?
- Both, and about himself.
- How'd he do?
- Well, with most people,
the tell that they're lying
is a gesture of obfuscation.
- Yeah, playing with
their hair or fidgeting.
- Exactly.
But with Franklin,
the tell that he's lying
is he doesn't seem to
be obfuscating at all.
He just looks at you with
the most penetrating gaze.
- So he's a sociopath?
- I don't think so, no.
Just a man
of profound conviction.
- And he did this
penetrating gaze thing
when he was telling you what?
- That he was in love
with Ainsley and with me.
- So you think--
- Franklin's always had
one true love, himself.
But I don't think
he k*lled Ainsley.
- Who do you think did?
- Well, Janey thinks Mickey is
a strong candidate-- the knife
he gave to forensics.
- How do you know about that?
- Uh, we saw him in the
jungle meeting with Viveca.
- Emilia.
- We kept a safe
distance, but they
were arguing about something.
- What?
- Well, it was hard
to hear because we
were keeping a safe distance.
But he did shout, I'm owed.
And then he showed her this
knife, which concerned me.
So I followed him to the hut,
and I saw him turn it in.
- There was no blood
on it, but we're having
it checked for DNA and prints.
- OK, well, he's also
been reading this.
- And how did you
come about this?
- Does that matter?
- For chain of custody in
a trial, it certainly does.
- Well, we can
discuss that later.
But you see all the notations?
- Well, he is a school teacher.
Maybe it's his first class.
- He teaches biology,
not creative writing.
And look at this passage.
- "Cut their carotid artery
as easy as slicing a lemon."
- Yeah.
Oh, also, there's
a prescription
for Ainsley for temazepam,
the sleeping medication
in Franklin's bathroom.
- Well, how do you--
- Well, I was
using his bathroom,
and I searched his toiletries.
- It was definitely Ainsley's?
- Definitely.
I'm thinking of our aperitifs.
- Yeah, me, too.
We'll know for a fact
in the morning.
- What?
- Even when we're not working
together, you deliver.
- Well, I do have Janey.
She might be a bit of
an investigative upgrade.
- Trying to make me jealous?
- Is it working?
- Really well.
- Em?
- Did you just call me Em?
- I did.
Janey calls you
that all the time.
Is it a problem?
- Quite the contrary.
- Good.
- Yeah.
So what is it?
- Oh, Ray got back to me
with the toxicology reports.
Janey, you, and I all had our
aperitifs spiked, which means
you are no longer a suspect.
- And Franklin is
your prime suspect.
I'll go fetch him.
- Meet me in the dining room.
No one's in there right now.
- Have you had a breakthrough?
- Of sorts.
- Well, what's that mean?
- Have a seat.
- I'm fine standing.
- Sit down.
- Are you--
- Dr. Priestly's
consulting on the case.
- OK, then.
So what's this about?
- These sleeping pills
prescribed to your wife
were not found with
her things in her room.
They were found in your
dopp kit in your room.
- You were spying on me.
- Franklin, I want to
catch your wife's k*ller.
- And you think it's me?
- Why were these in your room?
- What does it matter?
Ainsley didn't die from an
overdose of sleeping pills.
- It's interesting that you're
not answering my question.
- What do those pills have
to do with her m*rder?
- Answer the
question, Franklin.
- Actually,
I don't think I will.
I think I'm going
back to my room,
and I want your
outside landline
so I can call my lawyer
and a pilot to my plane.
- Franklin.
- You've been manipulating
me since I got here.
- That's projection.
- This is not the behavior
of an innocent man.
- It's the behavior
of an annoyed man.
Now, I'm gonna talk
to Viveca, and we're
gonna hire the best private
detectives in New York
to come down here
and do your job for you.
They'll be here tomorrow,
along with my lawyers,
who will have
my brother released.
I am done cooperating.
- That went well.
I better call Ray and let
him know what happened.
I doubt the others will
talk to us now, either.
- Mickey might.
We just have to
get him alone now.
- And do what?
- Employ a psychological
technique to get him to tell
us about what he's owed.
- What is this
psychological technique?
- It's called bluffing.
- Has something happened?
- Why?
- Franklin just charged
into the game room,
grabbed Viveca, and left.
- The investigation
may have taken a turn.
Is Mickey with them?
- No, he's still in
there with Patricia.
- I don't feel like being
accosted about Spencer.
Could you grab him
for us, Bennett?
- Yes, right away.
- So how do we bluff?
- I had a thought.
- Would you like to
share it before he--
- Mickey!
Um, would you like to
take a stroll with us?
- Um.
- Let's go this way.
So I'm supporting Detective
Trent in his investigation now.
- Oh, that's good.
- Yes, it is.
And I just wanted to tell you
that I'm sympathetic to what
you're going through.
- Thank you.
- Not just for the loss of
Ainsley, but also for Viveca
betraying your trust.
- She told you?
- Mm.
And she seemed quite upset
because, according to her,
it was all your idea.
- That's a lie.
Viveca approached me.
- Well, you know, she thinks
you believe she owes you.
- Because she does.
OK, maybe to her,
to all these people,
it's not a lot of money,
but, to me, it is.
- She said 10--
- 10?
No, it's 25 grand,
and I can prove that.
We have a contract.
- Did you remind her
of that contract?
- She said it's not valid
because I didn't get Ainsley
to fall in love with me.
- Right.
You know, Viveca
didn't actually
tell us why she wanted Ainsley
to fall in love with you.
- Because Viveca is
in love with Franklin.
- You can't make me go.
We cannot go.
Let me go.
- Calm down.
- What is happening?
- These heartless monsters
want to go back to New York
and leave Spencer in your jail.
- We're sending lawyers down.
- You think you can buy
your way out of anything?
- Stop.
We may not be pressing charges.
When I left Simmons,
he was stable.
Bennett, how is he now?
- He's much better.
He's managed a few words,
but the nurse says
he needs to rest a bit more.
- That's good news.
When can I see him?
- I'd say in an hour.
- I'll have
a conversation with him,
which could quite
possibly result
in Spencer being released.
- Franklin, we have to stay.
- You have one hour.
- Jason and I were hoping to
talk to you about your contract
with Mickey.
- You told them
about our contract?
- You told them
about our contract.
- Oh, Mickey.
Yes, let's chat.
Yes.
The contract was
for Mickey to get Ainsley
to fall in love with him.
He got $25,000 on signing and
would receive the second half
when Ainsley left Franklin.
- Yesterday, you told me you
and Ainsley were friends.
- We are.
Were.
That's how I knew about Mickey.
- And you didn't think to
tell me about this contract?
- It has no relevance
to Ainsley's m*rder.
- That is for me to decide.
- It's obviously-- it's
quite embarrassing.
- You really did all
this because you're
in love with Franklin?
- Mickey told you everything.
It's quite ironic
I'm speaking to you
about this,
who threw away the most
wonderful man in the world.
And still, he travels thousands
of miles just to see you again.
I've seen the way you
two look at each other.
Don't tell me you don't
know what it's like to be
attracted to a work colleague.
And then, Emilia, imagine
Detective Trent here-- he--
he gets married
to someone you think
is impressive and likeable.
But she's not you, is she?
And then imagine you find
a way to just change things.
- m*rder would also
be a way to do that.
- Of course, it would.
But then why would I bother to
sign a contract with Mickey?
And anyway, I didn't
need Mickey to get
Ainsley to leave Franklin.
I needed you.
Now, if that is all,
I have some calls
to make on the landline
regarding private detectives
we're hiring.
- Of course.
- [sighs]
Hard to argue
that if she wanted
Ainsley to leave Franklin--
- She had no motive for m*rder.
- Janey and I both
noticed her being
quite touchy-feely with him.
- Yeah, it tracks,
but I don't know.
These people are--
- Twisted?
- Yeah.
- That was clever,
what she did, trying
to turn it around on us.
- Very clever.
And she's not wrong.
If you got engaged again,
I might try to end it.
[knocking]
- The doctor's
given the all clear.
You can see Simmons now.
- Hey.
- I was just telling
Simmons that we know
what he did for his sister.
- Hold on, Janey.
Simmons, you need to
tell us what you did.
- I gave Ainsley
Trask the answer
to the game you guys wrote in
exchange for a hundred grand.
- To pay his sister's medical
bills, which, Simmons,
you really should have
come to us about that.
- I appreciate that, but,
Jason, I swear, I had
nothing to do with her m*rder.
- When's the last time
you were with Ainsley?
- Before dinner Friday.
She gave me the money
and the pills.
- Pills?
Did Ainsley have you drug the
aperitifs in our three rooms?
- I put the pills
in everyone's drinks.
Well, everyone except
Ainsley and someone else.
[tense music]
- We're closing in on an hour.
- I'm aware of that, Mr. Trask.
They're just tying
up some loose ends.
- All right, then.
We're leaving in two
minutes, and we'll
be heading down to the dock.
- Without Spencer?
- Patricia, we agreed an hour.
And Spencer has no one
else to blame but himself.
- Patricia.
- Spencer.
- Hey, honey.
Oh, did you miss me?
- Yeah.
- Hey, great news.
They've decided not
to press charges.
- Terrific.
We're going now.
- Hey, Frankie, hold up.
Simmons, look, I--
I'm real sorry
for losing my temper.
- I guess we both
made mistakes.
- It takes a big
man to admit that.
Tough one, too.
I gotta tell you,
I hurt my hand there.
You're made of steel.
- I appreciate that.
- That's very gracious,
Simmons.
I'm glad you're OK.
Now we are leaving.
- Don't go, Franklin.
Not until we've told
you who the m*rder*r is.
- Is this some stall tactic?
- Not at all.
And I promise if you stay,
you'll get your money's worth.
- Yeah, because that's
what this whole weekend
has been about, after all.
Not love, money.
- Franklin, this really
isn't worth your time.
We need to--
- Hang on, Viv.
- Emmy, what do you mean, this
weekend's been about money?
- Janey?
- Right.
Well, as you know, Ainsley
reached out to me with a plan
for you all to come down here.
Now, the one requirement
was that Emilia be on site
and included.
So it seemed obvious that
Ainsley wanted you, Franklin,
to be reconnected
with your former love
to ensure that you weren't
still holding a flame for her.
- And when Ainsley won
the game by cheating,
this seemed it was
to prove to you
that she, your current love,
was better than me.
- We thought maybe
a flame had been
rekindled between Ainsley
and her high school
sweetheart, Mickey.
- But then we learned that
Mickey had been hired by Viveca
to woo Ainsley away from you
because, according to Viveca,
she's in love with you.
- Whoa.
- Excuse me?
Viv, is this--
- Not how I wanted you
to learn it, Franklin.
- So it's true?
Mickey?
- Yeah, it's true.
- Franklin, I'd really
rather prefer to discuss
this on the flight home.
- We'll get there, believe me.
Continue, please.
- Love is obviously one of the
biggest motives for m*rder.
But when we questioned Viveca,
she ably disproved that she
could have k*lled Ainsley.
- I'm glad you agree.
- And you were so close.
- She gave you that
complimentary
nickname, "Money."
- And money is the other
top motive for m*rder.
So what if that was the
motive for Ainsley's m*rder?
- Not the $50,000 that
Viveca was paying Mickey.
- Or the $100,000
Ainsley paid Simmons.
- I mean, to most of you,
those numbers
are just rounding errors.
- But to commit m*rder,
there needed to be a much
bigger prize at the end.
- Yeah, like Trask Global.
- My company?
- Do you remember what Ainsley
said about our fictitious
gold smuggler?
- If you're going
to rob someone,
don't do it a bit at a time.
Don't you agree, Money?
- Ainsley was right.
The character I
was playing would
have been smart to
find a way to take all
the money in one fell swoop.
- Which is what would have
happened if someone had forced
Franklin out of his
own company and taken
control of Trask Global
for over a billion dollars.
- Whoa, Frankie, I swear,
I did not try to do that.
- Even if Spencer had been
angling to take over Franklin's
company months ago--
- Uh-uh, Spencer wasn't.
- --we know he
didn't k*ll Ainsley.
He was fast asleep.
- Where were you between
midnight and 2:00 a.m.?
- Passed out.
Me and Patricia both.
- In fact, many
people had a hard time
staying awake that
night, including
Jason, Janey, and myself.
- Because they were
drugged with temazepam.
Toxicology confirmed it.
- Naturally, we thought
the k*ller drugged
us to keep us out of the way so
the m*rder could be committed.
- But in quite
a stunning twist,
it wasn't the k*ller
who drugged us.
It was the m*rder victim.
- Which the k*ller wouldn't
have known, of course.
- And Simmons
clarified that Ainsley
didn't just pay him to give
away the plot of the game.
- She paid him to drug all
the drinks in our room.
- All of them but one person's.
- Viveca.
- What?
Are you serious?
- Yeah, they're serious.
Ainsley had me
drug all the drinks
except for hers and yours.
- Well, I don't see
how this matters.
- It matters because it means
that Ainsley was planning
on meeting with you after
midnight when Bennett, Simmons,
and the rest of the staff
were in their rooms
and when all the guests were
sleeping a deep, deep sleep.
- I was sleeping, too.
- Simmons has no
motive for lying.
While we were at dinner,
he drugged everyone's aperitif,
then put the temazepam
back into Franklin
and Ainsley's room.
- Before their fight and
before Ainsley moved rooms.
- But he mistakenly
put the pill bottle
back in Franklin's dopp kit.
- Ainsley had Simmons do
this because she wanted
complete privacy
when she presented you
with a contract that would pay
her what we can only imagine
is a very large sum
of money for her vote.
- You weren't
in love with Franklin.
You wanted to take
over his company.
- And you spent
months wooing board
members away from Franklin.
- And then you
got rid of Spencer
and pinned that on Ainsley.
- This is an absurd fantasy.
- But it isn't, though,
because don't you remember?
My second cousin is on
your board, Piper Plunkett.
She just told me all
this on the phone
before I walked in here.
- You needed one more vote
to force Franklin out.
You tried to hire Mickey
to get leverage over Ainsley,
but that failed.
- Ainsley didn't love Mickey.
Ainsley didn't love
Franklin, either.
Ainsley loved money.
And once you understood that,
you knew what to do.
- But then something
must have happened.
Did Ainsley change
the deal at the last minute?
Did she want more money
than Money was willing to pay?
- And if Money
didn't pay, Ainsley
would simply tell Franklin
what Money had been up to.
- Ainsley out-negotiated Money.
- That's what Ainsley
was trying to write.
It's not an S.
It's the beginnings
of a dollar sign.
- Ainsley was trying to tell
us that her k*ller was Money.
- This is more fantastical than
one of your mystery game plots!
- A brilliant
woman like Ainsley
would have taken
payment with a cashier's
check for maximum secrecy.
Unlike a wire transfer, cashier
checks leave no digital trace.
- Give me the check.
Give me the check.
[tense music]
- $10 million made
out to Ainsley Trask.
Oh, and endorsed back to you
with what I can only expect
is Ainsley's forged signature.
- Viveca Bently, you are
under arrest for the m*rder
of Ainsley Trask.
- Let's go.
- Listen, please accept
my apology for my behavior.
- You got as twisted as
we did with Viveca's lies.
- Thanks for that.
And for all you did.
- Just doing our job.
- I hope it's not another seven
years until I see you again.
- Our paths may cross
at Viveca's trial.
- Take care of yourself, Emmy.
- Well, I realize
the three of you
have been through this before,
but an actual m*rder
in the midst
of fictitious ones.
- If you need a couple
of days to recover, Bennett--
- Oh, no.
Quite the contrary.
I am extremely proud to be
in the company of three such
brilliant investigative minds.
- Thank you.
Why don't we all have
a bottle of champagne?
- Oh, why not?
- Emilia and I will join you
on the veranda shortly.
- Oh, all right.
Bennett, shall we?
- Oh, baroness, after you.
- What is it?
- I just wanted to say that you
handled Franklin really well.
- Oh, as did you.
I was impressed you made it
through without smacking him.
- Oh, I was tempted.
I'm sure you were, too.
- I believe I have
the right to remain
silent on that, detective.
Jason?
- Em.
- Earlier in the
library when you said--
- That if you got engaged
again, I would try to stop it.
- Did you want to say why?
- You're the psychiatrist.
I'm sure you'll figure it out.
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
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Mystery Island: Play for Keeps (2025)
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