(pleasant orchestral music)
(whistling in tune with the music)
- It should just be up here.
- We have to go 14 degrees west.
So here, here!
- (Trudy): You're sure you're not regretting this?
- Spending my last weekend of freedom
tramping through the woods? - Mm-hmm.
- No. It takes my mind off of Monday.
- Flo Chakowitz, you are not getting the jitters
about starting that clinical training, are you?
- Jitters? What's to be afraid of?
- Not a thing. You're gonna be the best doctor in the place.
- Oh, most likely. (Trudy chuckling)
Besides, I wouldn't miss this. Frankie said
that this is your engagement party.
- That's why she brought all that gin.
- Tell me again about your proposal.
Were you surprised? - Well, Bill doesn't have
one ounce of a poker face.
- That is a good quality in a husband.
(both laughing)
- Oh, hey, did you get my message
that your mother called you? - Yeah. I'm just so busy
getting packed up.
She's just gonna invite me to another tedious dinner
with her new beau. - Perhaps she wanted
to make it up to you for last time.
- Well, the best way to do that
is to not invite me to any more of them.
♪♪
Mary, there it is! - Where?
- Right there. - Let me see.
Oh, I see it!
That's very high, Frankie.
- Come on.
- Be careful. - OK.
♪♪
- Hey! - We found one! We found one!
- (Trudy and Flo): OH! - It's up there.
Frankie's climbing up. Careful!
- Hey, Frankie, you bringing your new man to the wedding?
(all laughing) - Well, we'll play it by ear.
(chuckling) - See, I told you
she wouldn't commit. - What's so funny?
- No joke, Frankie. Your new man sounds wonderful.
- Fast car...
- Only the best restaurants in the city...
- (Flo): European accent.
European moves! (chuckling)
- I don't see the problem.
- We just think he sounds too good to be true.
- Got it! Majestic moose.
(cheering) (laughing)
- All right! Three items down, seven to go!
- We could actually win this scavenger hunt!
- Oh, don't get my hopes up. The prize is outrageous.
How did Frankie get us in this thing?
- It was some anonymous gift from a client.
- Is that like the detective's version
of a secret admirer? - Hmm!
(tense music)
- Hey, Trudy? - Yes?
- Is there a dead body on that list?
- No. (theme music)
(woman scat singing)
- Let's find out everything we can before Mary gets back
with the police. You know, we're out of bounds
but this doesn't look like a local.
- He's definitely one of the players. I talked to him at the starting line.
- Is he the one who gave you the fly repellant?
- He seemed like a friendly guy.
- Someone disagreed. I counted 12 stab wounds.
- Ooh! - Frenzied. Maybe the killer was
inexperienced or in a rage. - Either way, it was overkill.
The one in his heart was plenty good enough to finish him off.
- Good place to hide a murder weapon around here.
- How long do you think he's been dead?
- Well, he's still warm, but it's a hot day.
Livor mortis has set in but there's no rigor
in his face yet. I'd say
expired two to four hours ago.
But that bruise on his face, that's older.
- He didn't have that when I met him.
- So it happened during the game.
- Oh, the list from the game. He has four items checked off.
- I wonder where they are.
I don't see his bag anywhere here.
- (man): Hello.
- Mr. Spry?
- Dave Spry, the gamemaster.
And you're Frankie Drake.
- Yes, that's right. Mary didn't come back with you?
- She's attempting to reach the OPP,
but I think it'll take them at least a day to get here.
What a dismaying turn of events.
I'm so sorry this has marred your game.
- Much worse for that fella. - This is all
quite beyond my job description.
Miss Shaw told me you might be willing to handle
the investigation until the authorities arrive.
- Yes, of course. - That's a great relief,
I can't tell you. - We believe the victim may have
been one of the players.
- Oh, no. - I'm hoping you can take a look
at the body, maybe identify him?
- Oh, dear.
Uh... that's Harold Luddy.
Dr. Harold Luddy.
The game was going so well!
Are you positive it wasn't an accident?
- No doubt about it.
- Are there other competitors capable of doing this?
- Surely not. It's a friendly competition.
- With a very hefty prize. - Provided by
the generosity of Campbell Games,
a wholesome family board game company!
- Marketing and generosity are very different.
- Will you shut the hunt down in light of the murder, Mr. Spry?
- Well, I don't myself have the authority. I'll have
to consult with the sponsors. - You'll want to transport
this body to the nearest morgue sooner rather than later.
- The park ranger's on holiday this week.
- Well, we're on a farm; there must be a wagon somewhere.
- Ah. Very good.
Well, I'll make arrangements.
- I'm gonna need a list
of all of the players' names and a map to their campsites.
- Perhaps you'd be willing to inform
Dr. Luddy's teammate of his unfortunate end?
- Yes, of course. Good place to start.
(exhaling)
- You know, wholesome family game or not,
another player could have done this.
- A prize of $10 000 would certainly attract
some unsavoury characters.
- His bag and items were missing.
- But you can't just kill all the other players
to win the prize. - Well, nobody's saying that's
a good strategy. You know, this is gonna hurt
our chances of winning the hunt.
- Can we even morally continue when someone's been killed?
- People die every day.
- My share of the prize was gonna be your wedding present.
- Aw, Frankie! - Well, we haven't won yet.
- All the other players are still collecting items while
we're still looking for this killer.
- Well, maybe we could do both?
- We do need to question all of the players...
- Dr. Luddy won't be any less dead if we take
a couple of detours along the way.
- And the next clue actually mentions water, which is that.
- OK.
Well, if you guys run into anybody,
just check their alibis! I'm gonna go talk
to Dr. Luddy's partner. I'll meet you guys back at camp.
- OK. - OK.
- What does the thing say?
- Hmm, it's gotta be around here.
- This is terrible.
Who would want to hurt Harold? Everyone liked him.
- Did Harold have any enemies in the game?
- Anyone could be out to get us. You know he and I won last year.
- No, I didn't know that.
- Poor Harold.
He really did want to be a two-time champion.
He loved the hunt.
- You won't continue the game without him?
- Of course not. How could I?
- He had a bruise
on his face, from before he was killed.
Do you know how he got that?
- That was Jerry. - And who's Jerry?
- Jerry Vernon. Jerry came in second last year.
He was pretty sore about it, too.
- They fought? - They were racing
for the blue jay. Jerry threw an elbow.
Harold got there first anyway.
- Huh.
♪♪
Do you mind if I take a look in his tent? - In fact, I do.
- You say he was stabbed? Shouldn't the police be here?
- I'm a detective. The gamemaster asked me to investigate.
You two weren't hunting together this morning?
- Our strategy was we could cover more ground separately.
- Right. So he went toward the Western rock outcropping.
What about you? - I went east.
- He didn't have his belongings.
- They should have been in his bag.
- Did he have his backpack when he set out this morning?
- (woman): Frankie!
Oh, my darling! Oh!
Here I am. I've been looking for you everywhere.
- Yeah, well, you've found me. - Gregory and I are through.
- That's a shame. - Well, plenty of fish
in the sea! In fact, I've already met
this lovely gentleman. Oh, Mr. um...?
- Uh, Keith. Call me Keith. - Keith!
Keith rescued me when I got very turned around
in this dreadful forest. - Nora, I'm here
investigating a murder. - (Keith): What?
What, here? - In the game apparently.
- That's terrible. - Yeah.
- Well, no. My daughter is the best private detective
in Toronto. So, this case is in excellent hands!
- Well,
it's good luck you're here.
- I remember you from the starting line
of the scavenger hunt. - Yeah.
- It's nice that you're dropping the game just to help my mother.
- Oh, no! I hope I didn't interfere
with your little sport here. - Hmm!
Life is about the adventure, not the reward.
(mouthing)
- Are you here by your lonesome? - The bag?
- Uh, he had it with him. (Keith speaking indistinctly)
(loon calling)
- Oh, there it is! I see it. - I got it. Got it. Got it.
- I'm gonna get it. - Great job!
- Hey! - Mark it off.
- Yes! (Mary grunting with effort)
(man growling) (Mary screaming)
- Hey, get your hands off of her! Mary, are you OK?
- This game has a Code of Conduct, mister.
- This is scavenger hunt, little lady.
The code is whoever gets there first...
- I was there first. What is your name
so I can report you? - It's Jerry.
My advice is be faster next time.
- My advice is watch your back!
- Yeah, you're gonna see our face again!
- Agh! Come on.
What a bum! - Jerry!
Ugh! Jerry. - What did I
ever see in Gregory? - He wasn't that bad.
- What? You never liked him.
- How did you even find me? - This invitation on your desk.
And it was a miracle I even found it in all that mess.
Honestly, Frankie,
it would not hurt you to file.
Get Trudy do it for you.
- Trudy is my partner, not my secretary.
- I didn't say she... All I meant was
she's the organized one. - It wasn't even that big
of a mess. - Anyway, I took this
as a sign. Leave him behind.
Perfect timing for a weekend out of the city.
And an opportunity to see the daughter
who has been avoiding me.
- I haven't. - Don't lie to your mother.
You cancelled our last dinner engagement.
So, do tell: new man?
- I had a case. - A case.
Of course. A case more important than your dear mother.
- A woman needed to get her and her daughter away
from her husband. You tell me. - All right,
no need to snap. I'm sure the poor girl was lucky to have you.
Just, you know, as long as you're not avoiding me.
- Of course not. Especially now that I know you've dumped
that terrible bore.
- He was. Oh, God, he was.
(bird singing)
Hello, ladies!
- Hello, Nora! - What a pleasant surprise.
- I'll make another plate. I hope you like beans.
- Oh... Mmm! - Frankie, we have
a new suspect. - Who is it?
- Oh, just an absolute boor. - With a very square jawline.
- Do you have a name? - Jerry.
- You don't say.
- You've met him? - No, but I heard
he was sore Harold Luddy beat him in the hunt
last year. I'm gonna go have a chat with him now.
- Good. You can avenge me. - You OK here?
(gasping) - Trudy Clarke,
what is that on your finger?! - I said "yes."
- Wow! - Right?
- Look at that!
- Excuse me! Excuse me!
You're in the scavenger hunt?
- Frankie Drake. Who are you?
- Wilbur Ellinger. And I'm informing all the players
that we have a cheater in our midst!
- Go on. - Harold Luddy,
he sabotaged my game map! Sent me off
on a wild goose chase that cost me hours!
I don't want him to pull the same dirty trick on any other players.
- I don't think you're gonna have to worry about that.
- Has he already been caught? Expelled from the game?
- He's was murdered.
- I beg your pardon? - Did you confront him
about this cheating? - No, I--
- Well, where were you between 8 and 12?
- I was...
I beg your pardon. I am not the killer,
I'm an aggrieved party.
♪♪
(man screaming and groaning)
- I've been shot!
- Let me guess--you're Jerry.
- You got a wound about an inch deep.
I'm gonna clean it, stitch it, and apply a bandage.
- Just get on with it, woman! - Hey!
She is a trained medical professional.
- And she'll treat your messed-up leg in exchange for that bear you took from us.
- Hey, I got it first fair and square.
- No, you didn't.
- Fine.
- Where were you this morning, Jerry?
- Are you talking about old Harold biting the dust?
It obviously wasn't me. The same jackass
just shot me! Argh!
- Could have been an accident, a hunter, an accomplice.
- Don't be foolish. Whoever did this is the same one who messed with Harold.
- That makes sense. - Yeah. And if you ask me,
it was that excitable man, Wilbur!
- Everyone's out here for the same prize. What's so special about Wilbur?
- He's some sort of nature lover,
wants to donate the whole shebang to saving the trees.
Like we don't have enough trees!
- Well, I could do with a few less myself.
- He was close by when you were shot.
- And he had a bow and arrow with him at the start
of the race. That's weird, right?
I said, "How's that gonna help you win a scavenger hunt?"
- And what'd he say?
- He said he hoped to barbecue a rabbit.
- Let's go visit Wilbur in the morning.
- Mm-hmm. - Good as new.
- Ahem.
(sighs)
Mm-hmm!
(bird calling) - I can see how
I may have given you the wrong impression, Miss Drake.
- You were very angry with Harold Luddy
the day that he died. - I was only disappointed.
Treat others the way you wish to be treated
is a rule I live by.
It disturbs me when others do not.
- I can see that your arrows are different
from the ones used to shoot Jerry.
♪♪ - Oh, thank goodness.
- What's this? - It's my knapsack?
- Strange. It has Harold Luddy's name written inside the pocket.
- OK. What happened was,
I found the bag on the path.
I--I never saw Harold, I swear. - Show me where.
- Here. - Wait a minute.
That's out of bounds, Mr. Ellinger.
- Because of what I've been telling you:
Harold sabotaged my map. (stuttering)
I accidentally dropped my game map in the fire.
I was going out to get
a replacement when I ran into Harold.
He was "good enough" to let me copy his.
A kindness or so I thought at the time.
- He showed you his official map and let you copy it?
- Yes. By the time I realized he'd snookered me,
I'd wasted half a day. - And then you went after him.
- No!
All right, yes. But I only found his bag.
♪♪ (Frankie sighing)
- WOO-HOO! - What?
- I found it! - Yes!
- There's a skunk! Skunk! - Where? AH!
- It's behind me! It's behind me! It's behind me!
- No, it's not. There's nothing behind you. You're fine. - Hey, ladies.
- Let me see.
(laughing)
- There you are. I need help reading this map.
- Sure.
Uh, hold on. This is different from ours.
Where did you get this? - Another player who said
that he got it from Harold.
- Which means that someone gave Harold a sabotaged map.
- We need to find out who. - I should come with you.
- OK, let's go.
- Ah! Check this off your list. - OK!
Good job! - That was fun!
What's next? - Let's go that way.
- OK. - Watch your step.
- This is fun!
(bird cawing)
- So, Harold didn't give Wilbur the fake map on purpose.
- Because he believed it was real.
- But someone gave that map to Harold.
- If that someone wanted Harold to lose the game,
sending him off course should have been enough. Why kill him?
- Maybe that was the plan all along.
Maybe they wanted to lure Harold out of bounds,
so none of the other players would find him.
- That's dastardly. - Hmm...
We have to figure out where this fake map came from.
- That's why we're gonna talk to Mr. Spry.
- Ugh!
That was the worst night's sleep I've had
since the week I spent on Herbert Holt's sailboat!
- Well, camping is all about the art of being at one with nature.
Sleeping on he ground as you find it. - Yeah, yeah.
Nothing noble about having
a craggy old root poking into your ribs all night.
- Hardships make pleasures sweeter.
- Listen, mister, you don't fool me.
You're a man who appreciates comfort. Those boots
you're wearing...
they're custom made. - Touché.
- Hmm!
- So what can I do to improve your experience, Nora?
- Well, as a matter of fact, I was thinking
that while the others are out, you know,
tramping over hell's half-acre searching for tchotchkes...
- Right. - I might just stay behind
and kind of, you know, fix things up here.
Oh! I have
collected these branches. Now, what I'm thinking
is could they be built into some kind of sleeping platform?
- Oh, yeah. Yes, a simple matter.
you build a frame, you lash some cross-pieces atop.
- I knew you were just the man for the job!
- Mm-hmm! - Oh! Here's some rope.
- Thank you.
- Gosh, I bet you're the kind of fella
that could build a flying machine
out of lollipop sticks.
(both chuckling)
- So, how fares your daughter's investigation?
- Hmm... Oh, you know,
every player is a suspect.
- And the motivation for the murder is the prize money, she believes?
- What else could it be?
- I'm sure I couldn't guess.
(bird cawing)
(Mary sighing) - Long walk.
- Yeah. It is.
- Good thing I'm in tiptop shape.
- That's true.
- Frankie, can I ask you a question?
- Of course.
- What do you think of Trudy marrying Bill?
- I think as long as she's happy, I'm happy.
- Right, yes. Obviously, of course.
- What do you think? - Nothing...
- Come on, you can tell me. It's just between us and the woods.
- You know, it's just that Trudy is so lively and dynamic
and... - Bill is kind of the opposite.
- Yes.
Exactly.
I mean, he seems very nice.
- Bill is very nice.
- But is "nice" enough for Trudy?
- I just thought about this right now, but maybe we're just worried
that we're gonna miss her. (flute music)
- You're probably right. (people laughing)
(dog barking)
- Frankie, I think there might be another camp near here.
- OK. Why don't you go talk to them
and I'll go talk with Spry. - OK, I'll catch up with you.
- This one is definitely incorrect.
- So, how did it get into Dr. Luddy's hands?
- I have no idea.
As you saw at the start of the game, I gave everyone the maps
supplied by Campbell Games.
- Could anyone have made a copy of the map before the game?
- I don't see how. They were all here in my tent
while I set up the clues. - Right, but the tent was
left unattended, right? - I suppose that's true.
- So, it is possible.
Did Dr. Luddy's partner say anything about an incorrect map?
- He certainly did not. We should ask.
- Well, I'm afraid it's a little late for that.
- Why is that? - He said that he was leaving the game.
- Well, that's strange. He's still playing.
(mysterious music)
- Frankie, I thought you told me
Harold's partner was broken up about his death.
Doesn't look very broken up to me. - You lied.
You never intended to leave the game. - No, I did plan to leave.
OK, this looks bad.
To tell you the truth, I can't afford to quit.
After we won last year, I got
a little careless and I'm in over my head.
- Deep enough that you'd get rid of your partner to keep
that prize money for yourself? - Come on now.
- What do you know about Harold's map? - His game map?
- It was altered so he'd go out of bounds.
- Easy enough for you to do. - I don't pay attention to maps.
I know these woods like the back of my hand.
- So, why wouldn't you let me go into the tent yesterday?
- Harold had written out answers to all the clues.
I didn't want you to see it. - So, you didn't even need
Harold to win, you already had his list. - You're twisting everything!
I... Listen, I'm not a monster, OK?
I hiked out yesterday and called the Hospital for Sick Children
to have them notify Harold's next of kin.
That's really all I can do. It doesn't mean I killed him.
- Harold worked at the Hospital for Sick Children?
- He's a paediatrician. Why?
- I suppose Mildred is already planning the wedding?
- I couldn't stop her if I wanted to.
(Flo chuckling) She wants this more than I do.
- Is that right? - It's about the marriage,
not the wedding. - I won't argue with that.
How does Bill feel about everything?
(loud cry)
- Was... was that an animal?
- Human, I think. - The killer?
(load cry)
- I know what that is.
(groaning) - Ma'am, are you all right?
- Glorious, thank you.
- Well, here's a new hole in the fence.
This woman is in labour.
- There's been something strange about this case
from the very beginning.
Starting with my "special invitation" to join the hunt.
And Nora said that my desk was a mess.
- What does that have to do with anything?
- I didn't leave my desk in a mess.
I think that someone came in and ransacked the place after we left.
- What would they be looking for?
And what does that have to do with Harold Luddy?
You didn't know him. - No, I didn't,
but we are connected.
A while back, I had this client, Grace Patrick.
She believed that her and her daughter weren't safe
with her husband. The little girl had polio.
- Oh, let me guess. Mr. Patrick didn't take well to her illness.
- He was controlling and prone to anger.
When the little girl got sick, he just got worse.
- Is that how Dr. Luddy is connected?
- He treated her, saw that she was being mistreated
and suggested that they seek help
from their minister. - Oh, I'm sure
that only made things worse at home.
- So, Grace reached out to me.
Now, Martin Patrick is a chef at this posh restaurant.
One night when he was working late,
I went and picked up Grace and her daughter.
- Was that that trip you took last month?
The one where you wouldn't tell us where you were going?
- They're in a new city now, with new identities.
He's never gonna find them. - So, you're thinking
that Martin Patrick killed Harold Luddy...
because he interfered in his marriage?
- I think we've been all wrong about the motive.
I don't think this is about winning the scavenger hunt.
I think this is personal.
(Mary sighs)
(twigs snapping) (wings fluttering)
- Keith? (vegetation rustling)
Oh, Keith, come and see.
(romantic music)
Keith?
Who's there? (dramatic musical cue)
that I'm here, there's no way that it's a coincidence.
- Frankie, if this Martin Patrick killed Harold Luddy
because he advised Grace to get counselling...
- Then what I did is much worse.
- Do you think he's planning on coming after you?
- I think he already has.
- That arrow that hit Jerry!
It wasn't aiming at him; it was meant for you, wasn't it?
- There is one silver lining.
He's killed someone now, which means he'll be put away
for good. I just need to find him.
Where is everyone?
- Trudy and Flo should be back by now.
- Nora was here.
"If you want your friend, come and find her."
- That's the Park Ranger's office.
Friend? Who does that mean? They could have anyone!
- If Trudy and Flo had been here,
they would have started the fire. He has Nora!
- I, uh...
Hey, I'd hand over my valuables,
but I didn't bring my good earrings into the woods. Heh!
Silly me, huh?
You know, if your plan is to get rid
of the players and walk off with the 10 Gs,
I applaud you. But, hey, you've got the wrong gal!
I was never gonna win this scavenger hunt.
You know what, I can barely find the ocean on a map, believe me.
♪♪
- A doctor in training, you say? - Mm-hmm.
- That explains everything. - How so?
- I thought I would make it to my mother's house in time,
but I see now you were meant to find me.
- We really ought to get you to a hospital. Trudy, hitch up a horse.
- What horse?
- There's a wagon, there must be a horse.
- No, my baby can't be born at the hospital.
- Maternity services are much safer now than they used to be.
- Not for this little one. I had a vision, you see.
The doctor at the hospital was a malevolent force.
It was very clear. - You know what?
My aunt had strange dreams before all her babies.
It's nothing to take to heart. - This wasn't a dream.
I saw it, and afterwards I confirmed it with the cards.
In any case-- (screaming)
(panting) It's too late now.
- OK.
Did her vision tell her that we're delivering this baby?
(woman groaning)
(dramatic music)
- But, you know,
if you're not after money,
you know, what are you after, huh?
Maybe I can...
maybe I can help you with that? Just...
Please don't hurt me, huh?
- And you know, frankly, I don't like your chances.
You've already killed one guy;
now you got a detective on your trail, and a lughead like you
ain't never gonna beat her.
- Ugh!
Ah!
- Ow!
- Nora. Where is he? - He's in there!
- Flo, you've never delivered a baby before?
- Read the textbook. - That's something at least.
- It will have to do. Now, let me think...
Recognition of the three points of great practical importance.
- OK. - One.
- Mm-hmm. - Presentation and position.
- OK. - Two. Relation between
foetal head and pelvis size.
- How are you going to-- - Three!
Oh my heart's... Uh... my heart's-- Three!
- Three? - Presence
of foetal heart sounds. - OK.
- And I'm up the creek without my stethoscope.
- Are you sure I shouldn't go get help? - No, we can do this.
You're gonna hold her hand and keep her calm. - She seems pretty calm to me.
- Just remember: people have babies every day.
- Yes, you're right.
- Mm-hmm. - And she's in good hands.
- I am going to check on the baby's position.
- OK! Haha!
Baby's on the way. OK. - Aha, OK!
(Nora gasping)
- Oh, my God! Look what I did.
- He got away. - Oh, Frankie, you should have
seen me. Hah! - He left this behind.
- Yeah, I knocked it out of his hand and then I kicked it under the desk
and that's when he decided he'd better run!
- I would have liked a word.
- But I'm fine. Thanks for asking.
- Did you get a look at him? - No, he stayed behind me
most of the time. - Did you recognize his voice?
- No, it was muffled and he barely spoke!
- What was he wearing? - Oh!
Something dark. How'd you find me anyway?
- He left this note. We think he's after Frankie.
- Well, you mean this isn't about the scavenger hunt prize?
- I helped his wife escape from him and now he's after me.
- He kidnapped me because he wants to kill you?
- That may have been his second order of business.
- What do you mean? - He brought Nora
to the one place in the park with a telephone.
He wants to speak
to his wife. I'm the only one who knows where she is.
- Time to push, Bonnie.
- Not until my husband gets here.
- There's a husband? - Of course.
My dear Remy. - He left you
here alone? - He went to town
just before the pains started.
I had a moving desire for hot cross buns.
- Push. Oh, no!
I don't tell you how to read tea leaves, young lady;
don't tell me my job! - Remy needs to be here.
Besides, the energy isn't right.
There's a tension. - If you push,
I will relax. - It's not coming from you.
It's you!
Let me get a reading. - No, thank you.
I mean, you've got a lot of things to do right now.
- Yes, I feel it.
You have been ignoring plain truths.
This is giving you a blockage.
- Blockage? - Between your head
and your heart. There's a tension that comes
from denying your inner guiding light.
- I think you've been mistaken. - Ugh! Easy decisions
come at a price. - Why can't I have things easy?
- Trudy-- - I can only tell you what I feel.
You choose what to do with the information.
- Well, knowing there's a problem is half the battle.
- Yes, yes, I feel better already.
(whinnying) - There's Remy!
- Thank the Lord! - Honey, I got the buns.
- Go away.
Faster. (Bonnie moaning)
OK, let's meet this baby!
Push. That's good. Nearly there.
- You're a strong, brave woman! - Take a deep breath.
Just one more time. - Just one more!
- Almost there. You're doing great.
- You're so close! - It's a girl!
(Flo laughing) (baby crying)
- Yes!
- Mama and baby are healthy.
There you go. - She's beautiful.
- Didn't I tell you you'd have a daughter?
- You're never wrong. - Thank you both so much.
You were in the right place at the right time
for our family. - And Bonnie predicted
the universe would provide the help we needed.
- As long as the universe provides a doctor visit.
It's important that this baby is checked again within a day.
- Of course we will.
- So, where are those hot cross buns? I think we deserve a treat.
- Mm-hmm! (Flo laughs)
- And out came a perfect little girl.
- Not bad for a day's work. (Trudy laughing)
So, wait, one of the men
in the hunt is really Martin Patrick?
- You never got a look at him when you were helping out Grace?
- Steering clear of him was part of the plan all along.
You know, a few weeks back, Alessandro was
gonna take me to his restaurant. - Excuse me, "Alessandro"?
- He has a name!
- Well, did you go? - No.
I didn't want to put any money in that man's pocket.
- OK. Well, what about Harold Luddy? How come
he didn't recognize Martin Patrick at the starting line?
- Grace said that Martin didn't go to any
of their daughter's medical appointments.
- Ooh, this Patrick fella seems like a prize of a guy.
- What about the other players on this list
that we haven't met yet? - Flo and I talked to them this
morning before we met Bonnie. - All of them
on the other side of the park when Dr. Luddy was killed.
- They alibi'd each other.
- So that leaves Wilbur,
Jerry, Ray, Keith...
...and Mr. Spry, I suppose.
- (Trudy): That's interesting.
Keith's name is scribbled at the end of the list.
- Maybe he joined the game last minute?
- Keith seemed cagey from the moment I met him.
He wouldn't even give me his last name.
- His last name's not on this list!
- Keith is not the killer.
- He doesn't seem to give a toss about the game.
All he cares about is helping you out.
- Maybe that's because he enjoys my sparkling company!
- I don't think that's the case.
- You always want to spoil it for me, don't you?
Fine. Just figure it out yourselves.
- Let's go back to Jerry.
- He couldn't shoot an arrow from behind me
and also hit himself in the leg.
- But what if Martin Patrick didn't shoot those arrows
at all? What if that was just game sabotage all along?
- I would have happily taken a shot at Jerry myself.
- Exactly! - You know, it's funny
you mention Mr. Spry. He would've had
the easiest chance to give Luddy the fake map.
- All of his equipment was left in his tent unattended
days before the hunt even started.
Anyone could have gone in there and copied the map.
- We're no closer to figuring out who Martin Patrick is.
(Trudy sighs)
(pensive music)
- I have an idea.
(birds chirping)
- Hmm.
- So... what's this all about?
Has your daughter solved the murder?
- Oh, she's close. (Keith chuckles)
I, um... I do hope you're prepared
to have all your... secrets exposed.
- We should be able to see everyone from here.
- How long will it take Mary to get back with the police?
- I'm not sure.
- Here they come. - Oh, yeah.
- What's the meaning of this?
We've got a hunt to finish. - As I told you,
Mr. Vernon, I have called a timeout at Miss Drake's request.
- I've already answered Miss Drake's questions.
- Quit complaining, Jerry.
What can we do for you, Miss Drake?
And how long will it take? - It's quite simple, really.
We'd like to take your fingerprints. We've confiscated
the gun that was used by the suspect. Miss Clarke has
dusted it for prints. So, it's simply a matter
of comparing the prints on the gun to your own.
- I don't believe you. - Why is that?
- Well, who brings fingerprinting equipment to a scavenger hunt?
- Well, in a pinch, cocoa works really great for dusting powder
along with a makeup brush. (bird chirping)
- Oh. - So, who's first?
- Let's get this over with.
- The hell you will. - Gentlemen,
there is a timeout. Neither of you will return to the game
before the other. - I was
here first. - Ow! Hey!
- (man): Gentlemen! - Look, for goodness sakes,
we know that neither one of you is the killer.
- How so? - We know that the killer used
a fake name. Now, both of you
played in the scavenger hunt last year.
There's no way that you would be able to play alongside Harold
or each other with a new identity this year.
- Well, I certainly am Wilbur Ellinger.
Have been my whole life.
- So, you don't mind if we take your prints, then?
- Not at all. (intriguing music)
- I take it you already know the true identity
of the killer, Miss Drake? - We do.
His name is Martin Patrick.
Do you know him?
- Not at all. - (Trudy): Thank you.
Mr. Spry, care to go next?
- By all means.
- You seem upset, Keith. - Absolutely. I'm disappointed
that this game was used in a vile murder plot.
Against a paediatrician at that, a man who does good works.
- How did you know that he was a paediatrician?
- I know all the players' occupations.
- Occupations.
(tense music)
- You. - I beg your pardon?
- Old burns, small cuts.
These are the wounds a chef would have.
It's you. You are Martin Patrick.
- Old scars don't prove anything.
- We already have your prints. And Trudy will be able to trace
them to the gun that you used when you kidnapped my mother.
- I'm sure that whoever did kidnap your mother wore gloves.
- Only you and her would know that for sure.
- Anyone could guess. - Grace left you
and you blamed Dr. Luddy.
- Heh. I don't know what you're talking about.
- You stalked him. You found out that he competed in scavenger hunts,
and you went so far that you became the gamemaster.
- Good Lord. - These accusations are madness.
- The police are gonna have no problem proving
that you're Martin Patrick. - This is conjecture!
She's obviously unhinged. - Is that what you say
about women whose behaviour you don't like? Is that what
you said about Grace? - You're not making sense.
- Your own wife and daughter were scared of you
and I made them safe. - I keep them safe!
- Dr. Luddy didn't think so. - Putting ideas in her head.
- Oh, so you killed him. - She's my wife!
He took what's mine. Of course I killed him.
- (Frankie): It wasn't him.
I'm the one who helped them escape.
And I promised her she would never have to see you again,
and now she never will.
(grunting) - Agh!
(gasping)
- Ooh! - Ah!
- Frankie!
- Oh! Whoa! - Ow!
- Oh! Ooh. - That's my girl.
- Here you go. - Thanks.
Good job, Frankie. (exhales heavily)
- Agh! - Good luck in prison, Martin.
- (Nora): He kidnapped me. He kidnapped me!
- Very impressive work, Miss Drake.
- Well, she gets that from me.
- I guess that's it for the game, is it?
- I should say so. How are we supposed to finish
without a gamemaster? - Well, perhaps
the sponsor has the authority
to oversee the finish. - That would be great
if they were here. - I think what Nora is trying
to say is that the sponsor is here.
- That Nora. She knows how to spot them.
- Watch and learn. - That's why you hid
your last name. You knew all the players' occupations,
and you didn't try to win.
- What did I try to tell you?
- (Keith): How did you know?
- Hmm! No big mystery.
That's a Campbell tartan.
(Keith chuckles)
- Well... I knew I couldn't compete,
and I do love a good game, so I thought I'd just come
and play along. And lucky for me that I did.
Because I was the one who found the biggest prize of all.
- Ugh.
(Nora sighs)
- Uh, this game is not over.
Timeout ends in five...
(excited murmuring) - Four...
- We gotta go! Let's go! - Three...
- Two...
one! - Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
- Let's go! - Look out!
- Oh... Keith.
s!
I'll see everybody next year!
(cheering and applause) - (man): Thank you.
- (woman): Congratulations! (Nora squealing)
- After you. - Oh!
- Well, we didn't win.
- (Frankie): He deserved it.
And you got to help deliver a baby.
That is a prize to some people. - Mm-hmm.
Wait, where's Mary and Flo? I think I've had enough
of this country living. - Mary insisted that they go
back to make sure that the fire was put out.
Once a Girl Guide, always a Girl Guide.
- Of course.
You know, we should come back and do this again next year.
- I'd do that. Just imagine how well we would
do if we didn't have a murder to solve.
- "If"? (both laugh)
- Hey, Flo says that your woods mama was a psychic.
- Yes! Told me if I took the easy route,
it would only lead to misery. - The easy route with what?
- Does it matter? The trick to being psychic is just saying
something so common that anyone would think it's true.
- Did she say anything true? (Trudy sighs)
- Not that I know of.
(Frankie chuckles)
(pensive music)
(sultry jazz music)
- Did I tell you when I was gonna be home?
- I took a guess and got lucky.
- Well... that's very good timing.
- I'm known for that, you know. - Really?
- Si. Among racing fans.
- You don't say.
(soft music)
- I thought you might enjoy a hot bath.
- You thought right.
- Well...
I can't tell the girls about this.
- Because it would make them jealous?
- Because they think you're too good to be true.
- Oh...
Is that what you think?
- Well...
I don't see any flaws.
- It only seems that way because you don't know me yet.
- I do know you don't expect me
to get into that tub by myself.
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