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Morning, Mr. Thrombey.
Mr. Thrombey, you up there?
Mr. Thrombey, I'm coming in.
Shit!
You killed him! You bastard! You murdered him!
I didn't murder nobody.
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Then you crushed his skull with a forklift and burnt his hands off to erase the fingerprints.
You'll never prove it.
We have the nanny cam footage!
Alice, turn that off now, please.
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Now, please. Just turn that off.
They're finding out who did it, and the WiFi sucks in my room...
Turn it off now! Alice! Off!
There isn't even anything bad on it, it's just normal TV...
They're talking murder on it!
Your sister just had a friend she loves slit his throat open,
and she doesn't need to be hearing that right now!
Let's be sensitive!
Alice, you can keep watching your show, it's fine.
No, I guessed who did it anyway.
- I'm sorry Marta. - It's okay.
It's Harlan's son.
Hi, Walt.
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Would you mind coming to the house early?
The police have a few more questions for everybody.
What?
Hey! Excuse me ma'am. You with the help?
Hey! Her name is Marta. She was granddad's nurse.
She's with us. "The help?"
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No. It's not okay. What the hell?
How are you doing?
Not very good. Alone.
Lots of days, and not knowing what to do next.
Martha, anything you need.
You're part of this family.
Thank you.
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How are you?
You know, the funeral helped, I guess. Just seeing him.
I thought you should've been there. I was out voted.
Get arrested. Die up your own ass for all I care!
Richard.
He's not coming.
Ransom. Little shit. Missed the funeral.
Excuse me.
We're ready for you now. We'd like to see you one at a time.
All right. I'll go first.
I'm assuming this will all be wrapped up before the memorial tonight.
We'll do our best, ma'am.
So, how are you doing kiddo?
We're just gonna reintroduce ourselves as a formality.
I am Detective Lieutenant Elliott, and this is Trooper Wagner.
Now, I'm going to record, this just to make things easier.
All right, we're with Linda Drysdale, nee Thrombey,
Harlan Thrombey's eldest daughter,
in discussing the events that took place the night of his demise,
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We're very sorry for your loss.
Thank you. That means a lot.
So, we understand at that night the family had gathered
to celebrate your father's 85th birthday.
Yes.
How was it?
The party? Pre my dad's death?
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Did anyone besides the family show face?
Fran, the housekeeper.
He was a nice guy, but he was so hairy.
And I dated Italian guys, you know what I mean.
Marta, Harlan's caregiver, good girl, hard worker.
Family's from Ecuador.
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Hi Nana.
His mom? How old is she?
We have no idea.
Okay, and your son Ransom, did he attend as well?
Yes, but he left early.
Ransom, are you leaving?
Right, would you say that all three of you showed up around the same time?
No.
Richard came early to help the caterers set up.
Okay, and you and your husband Richard work at a real estate firm in Boston?
No, it's my company.
Right, right. Sorry.
I built my business from the ground up.
Just like your father. You two were very close?
We had our own secret way of communicating.
You had to find that with dad.
You had to find a game to play with him.
And if you did that, and you played by his rules...
Everyone idolizes their dad, right?
I don't know, do they?
Very much not, don't know why I said that.
But my wife, Linda, does.
Harlan started out with a rusty Smith-Corona,
and built himself into one of the bestselling mystery writers of all time.
Wow, seems like all his kids are self-made overachievers.
Sure.
For the record, I'm speaking with Walt Thrombey, Harlan Thrombey's youngest son.
So, you run your father's publishing company?
Yeah.
It's my - it's our...
It's the family's publishing company, dad trusts me to run it.
30 languages, over 80 million copies sold. A real legacy.
You guys fans?
I mean, I don't do much fiction reading myself.
Big fan. I'm big fan. I mean...
His plots are just like... I got one spoiler for you,
But, okay, like "A Thousand Knives", the cow and the shotgun,
like, where do you come up with that?
Dad said the plots just popped into his head fully formed.
It was the easy part for him.
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You guys probably arrived around the same time?
We all got here around 8.
My wife Donna, she's my rock.
Jesus! Donna. Are you all right?
My son Jacob, he's 16. Very politically active.
The boy is literally a Nazi.
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Kids today, with the internet. It's amazing.
So, the night went well?
I mean, we're all gutted, but I was happy to have that night with him.
To be by his side, to think about our books and what we've accomplished with them.
It's like I can still feel his hand on my shoulder.
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So, we're here with Joni Thrombey, Harlan Thrombey's daughter in law?
Yeah, I married his son Neil. We had one daughter, Meg.
And then Neil passed on, 15 years ago.
And you remained close to the Thrombeys.
Oh, they're my family.
I feel simultaneously freed by
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It's that balance of opposites that's the nugget of Flam.
Sorry, the Nugget of...?
Flam.
Yeah, Flam, your skin care company. Sorry.
I forgive you.
Yeah, it's skin care, but it promotes a total lifestyle.
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That's Flam, but it's also Harlan.
He got me and Meg through some tough times.
Granddad gives my mom a yearly allowance,
and he's never missed wiring a tuition payment to my schools.
He's a genuinely selfless man.
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Have fun.
To see some friends at Smith.
You know, Dad pays for her crypto-Marxist
feminist postdeconstruction poetry theory whatever major.
She could've stuck around for the cake.
I think Linda was upset.
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Right.
You two showed up to the party around the same time?
If I could pause. Because I just...
Who is that guy? And why are we doing all this? Again?
This is just follow up questions,
We're tending to be thorough, so we can figure out the manner of death.
<font color=" you mean if someone killed him?
If one of us killed him. One of his family.
- No, Walt. - killed him.
Is that what you're suggesting, Lieutenant?
No one is saying that, okay? This is all pro forma.
Okay.
So, who the fuck is that?
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Benoit Blanc?
Yes. Mr. Blanc is a private investigator of great renown.
Wait a minute.
I read a tweet about a New Yorker article about you.
The last of the gentlemen sleuths?
You solved that case with the tennis champ.
You're famous!
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but he's offered to consult.
I happily obliged and I can vouch for him.
Mr. Blanc, I know who you are.
I read your profile in the New Yorker. I found it delightful.
I just buried my 85 year old father, who committed suicide.
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I'm here at the behest of a client.
Who?
I cannot say, but let me assure you this:
my presence will be ornamental.
You will find me a respectful, quiet, passive observer
of the truth.
Fine. Are we getting there?
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She was at the party in a professional capacity?
Marta?
I guess.
Harlan hired her to be around to take care of whatever medical needs popped up.
But really she's like part of the family.
Good kid. Been a good friend to Harlan.
<font color=" Linda really likes her work ethic.
"Immigrants - we get the job done."
- From Hamilton. - Oh Hamilton!
It's so good.
I saw it at the public.
May I just...
Then, I'll recede, but...
As a self-made man myself,
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Thank you.
Just marvelous, you know. The whole family too.
Joni with her thing, Walt with his publishing empire.
Well.
Yes, I mean, Walt, he's done well with what dad gave him.
Not that it matters, but really, Dad hands him a book
twice a year, and Walt publishes it.
it's just not the same.
But, surely, Walt runs the merchandising, adaptations, film and television rights...
Are you baiting me, Detective?
You know he doesn't.
And you think I am dumb enough
to be baited into talking family business,
into shit talking my baby brother in front of a police detective and a state trooper...
Walt doesn't run shit!
Because there are no TV and film rights.
Harlan's never allowed any adaptations of his books.
- Hated the idea. - No!
Yeah! Drives Walt nuts.
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Walt would get a little Irish courage in him, he'd get into it with Harlan.
Did he get "into it" at the party?
Oh my God!
Come one, Dad!
He wouldn't leave him alone, the poor guy. Harlan finally had to give him the hook.
I didn't hear what he said, but he must've really handed him his lunch.
'Cause Walt was like a wounded puppy the rest of the night.
What? Richard said what? No, Jesus, we did not get "into it."
I'm just trying to get an accurate impression.
Harlan took you aside at the party, when you returned you were chastened.
What did Harlan say to you?
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it's hard numbers this time, and I just think this is a window,
that's not gonna stay open, we need to take advantage of it,
but then you just need to look at the numbers.
- Walt. - Dad!
You put me in charge of our books, let me be in charge, let me do this! Please.
They're not our books, son. They're my books.
And this is not how I wanted to have this conversation.
But you're right, you're right, it's...
It's unfair of me to keep you tethered
to something that isn't yours to control.
What?
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All these years I have kept you from
building something of your own, that was yours.
But you're not going to be running the publishing house anymore.
You're free of it.
Dad, are you firing me?
We'll talk about details tomorrow.
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We talked, we had a business discussion about e-books.
Jesus, it was nothing.
You wanna talk about an argument, hell, Ransom had an argument with him.
Ransom, that's Richard and Linda's son?
Look, we all love Ransom, he's a good kid, we love him.
But?
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I'm not trying to... I like to keep stuff like this in the family,
but with Ransom, he's never had a job.
And dad for some unknown reason always supported him.
They have this love hate bond. They fight.
But that night, God, they had a blow out.
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Are you, goddamn, insane?
We couldn't make it out really, but it was huge.
And it's strange they went into another room to do it.
Usually, they like to stoke up drama in front of the whole family.
Speaking of getting into it.
You were at the house early to help the caterer set up.
Did you converse with Harlan at that time?
Well, he was there, we must have spoke.
In his study?
I don't think so.
You see, I spoke with the caterer this morning.
She didn't see you helping her staff,
She did hear Harlan in a screaming match with someone that afternoon in his study.
I don't... A screaming match?
No.
But Joni was here too, she was early.
So, it might have been her, maybe ask her.
These were two male voices.
Harlan shouted the phrase.
You tell her or I will!
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Bells ringing?
That's none of your business. You stay out of my marriage!
I know my daughter. And she would want to know.
I've put it all of it in this letter to her. Tomorrow she gets it.
Harlan, I'm warning you. You stay out of my marriage!
She deserves to know and you gonna tell her.
- The hell I am. - You tell her or I will!
Yes. I know.
Yes.
Harlan finally decided to put his mom in a nursing home.
Linda'd always opposed that.
And I wanted to wait until we got back from Boston to tell Linda.
To avoid the whole scene.
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That was it.
Sorry. Forgot.
The house?
Early. Richard said you were there.
I was. At the house early.
To see Harlan?
To see Harlan. Yes.
What were you seeing Harlan about?
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I'm sorry to press, what kind of mix up?
The school hasn't got the check yet, I don't know why Alan didn't mail it.
Well, Alan didn't mail it because he caught a discrepancy.
Alan's office has been wiring tuition directly to the school, as per your request.
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has been wiring the tuition money directly to you as well.
You have been double dipping Meg's tuition, and stealing from me.
100 thousand dollars a year. For the past four years.
Harlan, I don't know how this mix up happened, but...
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but you must know that this is the last money you or Meg will get from me.
Please, you don't understand.
Joni, I know it'll hurt, but it's all for the best.
My mind's made up.
It was a money wiring issue with the office at the school.
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No big deal.
Why don't we just take a little break and we'll resume...
She's gone.
Richard.
Joni. Have you seen Richard?
No, I was just in with the...
Okay, thanks.
No.
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Richard.
Son of a bitch!
I might be a victim of my own expectations here.
But when the great Benoit Blanc comes knocking at my door
I expect it's going to be about something, if not extraordinary, then at least interesting.
I'm sorry, this is an open and shut case of suicide and...
Quite frankly, Benny, we're getting to the point where I need to know what we're doing here.
The method.
Throat slit.
Typical for a suicide?
I mean, that's dramatic. But look around.
I mean, the guy practically lives in a clue board.
You told me to invite all of these people back
for questioning all over again. I don't get it.
This is a pleasant family with the usual quarrels, but no possible motives for murder.
Where are you going?
Harlan Thrombey's nurse, Marta...
- Cabrera. - Marta Cabrera.
Miss Cabrera, you can just wait inside and we'll be...
Miss Cabrera.
I've been doing a little poking.
You are hired on a part time basis as a registered nurse, yes?
Yes, I don't work for a VNA. Harlan hired me directly.
Take a seat, please.
And you're paid a flat rate for how many hours a week?
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- He needed more help. - Medical help?
He needed a friend.
Does having a kind heart make you a good nurse?
All right, Blanc, I mean. This is...
Marta, we were just discussing possible motives in the family.
I suspect that Harlan has told you much unfiltered truth about each of them.
And a little bird has told me,
how should I put this delicately?
You have a regurgitive reaction to mistruthin'.
Who told you that?
Is it true?
Yes.
It's something I had since I was a kid.
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Just the thought of lying, yeah, it makes me puke.
Really?
Is Richard having an affair?
Why do men instinctively pull at loose threads on their parachutes?
What?
Richard?
An affair?
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No.
Oh shit!
Dear girl I'm sorry. I assumed you were speaking figuratively.
Here, here. Just take a sip of this.
Take that. Quite something.
But I was obviously right.
Richard is having an affair, his father-in-law found out and confronted him.
"You tell her or I will."
Okay, but even if that was a case...
- You all right? - Yeah.
Even if that was a case, I mean,
protecting a relationship as a motive, that's weak sauce, you know that.
Well. And then there is Joni.
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No. Harlan was supporting her and her daughter, and that's the opposite of a motive.
And if that support was threatened? Miss Cabrera one moment please.
Yes, I just wanna get some Scope.
Miss Cabrera.
Was Harlan planning on cutting off Joni's allowance?
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What's up?
Oh my God.
Don't answer that if you're gonna puke again.
Meg said he paid the school directly, Joni said he sends the money to her.
Both were true.
She was pocketing the double payment. Harlan found out and cut her off without a cent. Yes?
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Come on! No. Have you seen her insta? She's an influencer.
No. Allowance as a motive? Again, more weak sauce.
You're just dumping that bag of weak sauce on it.
Granted. But she lied to me.
All three of them did.
Three?
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I see where you are going with this.
Harlan had turned Walter down before regarding film rights.
But that night something Harlan said shook him.
Now, we look at the pattern. Harlan was cleaning house.
I wonder...
Did he plan to fire Walter?
<font color=" I feel like I shouldn't be here.
Yeah, please just wait inside, stay close, all right?
You have been very patient my friend.
And yes. You are right.
None of these weak alibis and domestic squibbles answer your question:
Why is Benoit Blanc here?
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I'm here because this morning someone dodged a very important question.
Who?
Me. Linda asked who hired me.
Who hired you?
I do not know.
An envelope of cash showed up at my apartment yesterday,
with the news, clipping of Thrombey's death.
An envelope? That worked?
An envelope of cash.
So, somebody suspects foul play,
and goes through this ha cha dance of hiring me, of staying anonymous.
It makes no damn sense.
Compels me though.
Walk me through everyone's whereabouts at the time of death.
We know that the party ended around 11:30.
Goodnight, Joni.
Marta took Harlan upstairs to give him his meds.
The stairs leading up to Harlan's bedroom and his attic office creak horribly.
And Linda is a light sleeper.
So we know every time someone took the stairs that night.
The first was when Joni heard a ka-thunk from somewhere above her in the house.
She's concerned about Harlan, so she goes up to investigate,
waking Linda.
Harlan was in his attic office with Marta.
- Hi, Joni. - I just ... Hi.
He explained that they had just knocked over the GO board.
I just knocked over the GO board.
That game with the grid and stones, they play it every night, and he was fine.
- Go to bed. - Go to bed, Joni.
- Love you. - Love you.
So she did.
Ten minutes later, Linda is awoken a second time
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Walt, I'm leaving!
Walt was smoking a cigar on the porch with his son.
He saw her leave and drive off.
Noted the time - midnight.
Fifteen minutes later, Linda is awoken for the third and final time
by someone coming down the stairs.
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Dad, go to bed!
Which Walt tried to discourage.
Based on this, the medical examiner determined the time of death to be between 12:15 and 2 AM.
As Walt was finishing his cigar, about 12:30, Meg came home.
She went straight to bed. Walt and Jacob turned in shortly after that.
Sometime later that night, it's undetermined, but possibly near 3 AM,
Meg woke up because the dogs were barking outside.
She used the bathroom, went back to bed.
That's it, all right?
Everyone's stories matched, every moment accounted for.
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None. Just the creaky one.
Interesting.
So, we know that Ransom didn't do it because he wasn't there.
Marta couldn't have. Harlan was still alive when she left.
Meg? Meg came home during the window of the time of death.
<font color=" Harlan slit right through his carotid.
We saw from the blood splat patterns that they were uninterrupted,
meaning, It's almost impossible for anyone to have been around him at the time.
He's the one who cut his own throat, all right? I don't know why we keep going over this.
Physical evidence can tell a clear story with a forked tongue.
What?
And as we can see from this morning. Everyone can lie.
Well. Almost everyone.
Miss Cabrera.
We kept you waiting all afternoon because I wanted to hear from you last.
I needed an entire picture of the evening in my head.
Your piece of it is at its very center.
So please, take your time.
You took Mr. Thrombey upstairs at 11:30, and left at midnight.
Think very carefully and with as much detail as possible.
Tell us what happened in that half hour.
- I got it. - You got it?
I got it.
Okay, that's... Hey.
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There are no second thoughts!
No no.
- Get up here! - I had dose of champagne.
You only had one glass.
We are not breaking tradition on my birthday!
Can you just take your goddamn medicine and go to bed?
If you're gonna put that vile shit in me you'll have to earn it. On my birthday.
- 85th birthday. - Fine, Jesus.
I'm so old.
You really love drama, huh?
Okay, let's do this, 9 by 9. You ready?
- I'll whip your ass. - Are you sure?
How dare you?
I know how this is gonna end.
What is that?
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Because I'm not playing to beat you, I'm playing to built a beautiful pattern.
That's elder abuse. I'm gonna call the AARP.
Don't make me get the belt, I would, you know.
It's basically over.
My only hope is that an earthquake will strike.
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Hello?
Get under a door frame!
Such a bad loser you are. Meds, then bed.
I'm done with you.
That's fair.
Walt is smoking that filthy cigar out there on the porch. Nasty things.
How was tonight?
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Oh, yeah? I know you weren't looking forward to it.
No. But I did it. I cut the line on all four of them.
It wasn't easy. This goddamn fortune.
You know, sometimes I think that everything I've given my family,
I've done maybe, without knowing, or maybe, to keep them beneath me.
<font color=" I don't know...
encouraged Walt to write his own stories,
not just be a caretaker of mine.
Like you said I should.
And then be a father, not just a provider for Joni, like you've also said.
I could've been kinder to Linda and Ransom.
Jesus, Ransom.
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Confident, stupid, I dunno.
Protected. Playing life like a game without consequence,
until you can't tell the difference
between a stage prop and a real knife.
I don't fear death.
But, oh God, I'd like to fix some of this before I go.
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I guess we'll see.
I guess we will.
Hey.
You had a long day. You wanna do drugs.
- You mean the good stuff? - Yeah.
Come on, send me to lala land.
Just a tiny bit, okay?
Why did I wait till my mid 80s to become a morphine user.
What a schmuck. What a nud-nig.
This stuff is the best.
Oh my god!
Is there a problem?
This is what I just gave you a 100 milligrams of.
I messed up.
You gave me a 100 milligrams of the good stuff?
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Let's not call it that right now, okay? Three milligrams.
That's much less. So what happens?
I'm gonna give you an emergency shot of Naloxone, so that you don't die in ten minutes.
Well, no pressure.
You know, this is an interesting and efficient
<font color=" I need to write this down.
So, if someone switched the meds on purpose, I'd be dead in ten minutes.
Like stone cold dead?
Yes, you'll feel symptoms in five. Sweats, disorientation, and then...
Yes, that big dose injected, within ten your
Your brain... Yes, ten minutes.
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It's eightish now.
And even if the victim called for an ambulance when he first felt symptoms,
and if he lived in a great big country house like we do.
The ambulance would take at least 15 minutes to arrive, it'd be too late.
If the victim didn't have the emergency Naxostuff.
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Yes, I'm gonna find it.
I have it because it comes with the kit, it should be here, it has to be, it's like a...
It's not here, Harlan. I don't know, it's not here.
So, I'm gonna use the phone, okay?
To call an ambulance.
What are you doing?
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Marta, listen to me.
Harlan, I need to...
Stop this! Stop this, Marta! There is no time, you have to listen!
I'm calling the family!
What are you doing? Are you nuts?
Harlan, we have to call the ambulance, we don't have time!
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If what you said is true, I'm gone, there's no saving me.
We have six minutes.
We have got to get you out of this. Think of your mom.
My mom?
Get behind, get behind. Don't make a noise.
Harlan?
Marta? Everything all right?
<font color=" - Hi.
I thought I heard something. Is everything okay?
We're fine.
I just knocked over the GO board, sorry about that.
Everyone's all right?
Yes, fine. Go to bed Joni.
Okay. Maybe, we can talk tomorrow about the thing with..
Tomorrow is fine.
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Night.
Come on.
Pay attention now.
Your mom is still undocumented,
and if this is your fault
she'll be found out and, at best, deported, and your family will be broken.
But we're not gonna let that happen, are we?
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Will you do this Marta?
This last thing. For me. For your family.
What do you want me to do?
Go downstairs as noisily as you can, and then say goodbye loudly.
Walt! I'm leaving!
Call attention to the time.
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If you can.
Drive out the gate, then to avoid the security cameras,
pull off the road before the carved elephant.
Wait, was it before or after?
After the carved elephant.
No, he said before? Was it?
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Oh, shit!
Park and come back on foot up to the house.
Take the side yard path, through that little gate.
The dogs will know you, they shouldn't bark.
You've got to get up to the third floor without being seen.
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- You gotta be kidding me. - I am not. Do it.
And for God's sake don't make any noise.
Once you're inside. Now, this is the tricky part.
This is the tricky part?
Get my robe and cap from my bedroom, and put them on.
<font color=" I don't think I can do...
We need to make this so airtight
that the average cop will entirely dismiss you as a suspect.
It sounds crazy, but it will work.
Walt is smoking outside, and he'll see you
through the glazed window.
Dad, go back to bed.
<font color=" the security cameras show you driving off.
And twenty minutes later I am seen alive and well by my son.
You see, you've gone from suspect number one to an impossibility.
Leave the way you came, and don't be seen.
Ransom?
Are you back again already?
Drive home.
<font color=" the police will question you.
No no no.
I can't lie, you know I can't lie, I'll puke.
Then don't lie.
Tell fragments of the truth. In this exact order:
I took him upstairs, we played our nightly game of GO.
At some point he knocked the board over and Joni came up to check on us.
I gave him pain medication, he pulled his shoulder last week.
And I left him in his study at midnight.
I said goodbye to Walt.
Went home.
What kind of medication did you give him?
Since his injury I've been giving him a 100 milligram IV push of Toradol.
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And to help him sleep, 3 milligrams of morphine.
- And the family was aware of this? - Yes, of course.
Did you notice anything strange, off about his demeanor?
No.
Sounds about right.
Thank you, Miss Cabrera.
<font color=" getting here for the memorial pretty soon.
Are you..?
Are you all right?
I was just thinking about Dad's games.
This all feels like one, like something he'd write, not do.
I keep waiting for the big reveal,
where it all makes sense, wouldn't that be nice?
Walter.
I don't think he killed himself. I don't. I really don't.
There's this Hallmark movie called "Deadly By Surprise" with Danica McKellar.
And she plays the wife, who's getting poisoned by her husband.
But he's doing it little by little, so she doesn't know it.
And she goes crazy and she kills herself.
And my cousin, who's a receptionist at the medical examiners office.
She says that stuff totally happens.
Say, with 3% as crazy as this stuff she's seen come through the...
Oh, God. Yeah, I mean...
You don't like him because you love him.
No, I don't like him, he's an asshole.
<font color="
God, yeah...
An asshole is what Germany needed in nineteen thirty... whatever.
Those 2 things don't even complete.
Jesus, I'm gonna disappear until the politics talk is done.
You want some champers?
I can't. I'm technically working.
<font color=" and look around you.
The streets are literally flooded with Nazis.
No no no.
We're losing our way of life and our culture.
There are millions of Mexicans coming.
And don't make this a race thing. You always make this a race thing.
I would say the same thing if they were European immigrants.
If the Swiss were like clogging in the streets...
We allow them in and they think they own...
They're putting children in cages. I mean, these are camps!
Come on, Joni. Nobody's saying that isn't bad,
but the parents have some blame here.
For what? For wanting a better life for their kids?
Isn't that what America is..?
For breaking the law.
And you gonna hate hearing this, but it's true.
- America is for Americans. - Don't point at me!
Where is Marta, is she still here?
Marta. Come on over. Marta, please. Come over.
Marta, your family is from Uruguay, but you did it right.
What I'm saying is, they did it legally. She did it the right way.
You work hard, and you'll earn your share from the ground up
just like Dad and like all the rest of us.
And I bet you agree with me, right?
Just leave the poor girl alone, Richard.
It's okay, I just wanna hear what she has to say.
It's okay, Marta, you can speak.
Oh, sweetheart, don't feel pressured to answer.
Look, if you wanna become an American, there are legal ways to do it.
But if you break the law, it doesn't matter how good you heart is,
you gotta face the consequences.
Are you, goddamn, insane?
<font color=" - I warn you!
So I ask her, I'm like, Tonya, what is wrong with people literally?
Oh my God, Marta. What?
Marta! What's the matter?
Whoa, hey. Breathe. Marta, are you okay?
Hey, Fran, do you still have your stash?
Take 'em whenever you need 'em.
<font color=" since you gave me that Juul.
Thanks Fran.
Hey.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry.
Stop. Stop saying you're sorry, Jesus.
God, my heart won't stop, I can't...
It's just everything. No, thank you.
<font color="
Who's gonna open a clock?
Do you want dinner, Nana? Dinner? To eat? To eat?
Walt, she's fine, she ate the entire salmon spread already.
Walt, did you tell Marta yet, what we all talked about?
No, not yet. Is now a good time?
Yes, yes a very good time. Right now.
Okay, all right. Calm down. Calm down.
Marta. We've been talking it over, and...
Have you been smoking grass?
No. Come on.
Marta, we've been talking it over,
the whole family, we'd like to take care of you.
What does that mean?
We all think that you deserve something.
Financially, we'd like to help you out.
You were never anything but good to dad.
Because of that you can count on us.
I thought you should've been at the funeral, by the way. I was outvoted.
Detective, you're still here?
Did you know Harlan?
<font color=" who was a police detective, years ago.
My father respected Harlan. That says quite a lot.
Is that why you're here?
Here, now here? No.
I stayed hoping to speak to you a little more.
Something is afoot with this whole affair.
I know it, and I believe you know it too.
So, you're gonna keep digging.
Harlan's detectives, they dig, they rifle and root, truffle pigs.
I anticipate the terminus of gravity's rainbow.
Gravity's Rainbow?
- It's a novel. - Yeah, I know.
- I haven't read it though. - Neither have I.
<font color="
It describes the path of a projectile, determined by natural law.
I Voilà, my method.
I observe the facts, without biases of the head or heart.
I determine the arc's path, stroll leisurely to its terminus,
and the truth falls at my feet.
The medical examiner was ready to rule this a suicide,
but Elliott agreed to keep it pending for 48 hours.
Tomorrow morning I search the grounds and the house, begin my investigation.
I want you to be by my side for it.
What?
My confidant, my eyes and ears.
Wait, detective. Why me?
<font color="
Also, you're the only one who had nothing to gain from Harlan's death.
So, how about it, Watson?
Detective, if you want my insight into this family.
None of them are murderers. That's my insight.
And yet. Be it cruel or comforting,
this machine unerringly arrives at the truth.
That's what it does.
Always?
Tomorrow at 8.
I know I missed something, there's gonna be something I missed.
- But I know you can beat it - No, I can't...
without losing your soul you have to do what you have to do to beat this and win.
Harlan, I can't.
<font color="
For me. Right now!
Harlan, I have to get you help.
You do as I say
- and everything will be just fine. - God, no.
I promise.
Please...
Fifty years ago I worked at this estate.
<font color=" that you had to make the rounds with a 94
and keeping your ears open.
Now, you got all this modern technology.
That's the video there, I saved the tape from that night.
Normally, I erase 'em with the magnetic de-gauser.
But in this case I thought I just save it, you know?
<font color="
To avoid the security cameras, pull off the road after the carved elephant.
All right, well, can we see the actual tape?
Of course, you can.
I recorded it SSLP. There's 8 hours on that tape, 9 PM to 5 AM.
Looks like a Japanese horror movie.
<font color="
How can we scan forward?
Just hold the play button down and press FF until you hear it grind.
All right, should be coming up now at the time when the party ended.
What happened?
You gotta keep holding it down or else it'll eject.
<font color="
You think your guys can digitize it, so we can scan it properly?
Yeah, I think we can do that.
I got it.
You know, all these statues that you see around here,
they are all straight out of his series "The Menagerie Tragedy" trilogy, pretty cool.
- Awesome. - Yeah.
Benny. It's beautiful out here.
But do you really think someone broken into the house and murdered Harlan?
Is that why we're out here?
It is unlikely, but if they did, there will be traces.
- I can take on that. - Yeah.
Hey Wagner, you got any luck on...
- What's his name? - Ransom?
Yeah.
No.
Did get an address though. 10 Kenoak street.
Ten Kenoak. Kenoak.
It's a pleasant thing to say, isn't it?
Kenoak. I awoke amid Kenoak. That's funny.
Always leaves and mud, they really gonna do a number on my boots.
<font color="
- No. Stay there! - What?
Okay. We got footprints here.
So, I wanna...
- Marta, stop. - What?
What?
- Marta, stay there. - What?
No, Marta, stay there, Marta! No!
Did you call me?
<font color="
Wagner, we gonna need to call the boys, so they come down here
and take a look at all these tracks, get it taped off.
- Stay on that side. - I'm sorry.
Hey.
Best judge of character is a dog. I found that to be true.
They've got plans to read the will at around 10.
<font color="
I've never been to a will reading.
You think it'll be like a game show.
Think of a community theater production of a tax return.
So, what are we looking for?
Oh, you know, anything suspicious or out of the ordinary.
You'll know it when you see it.
<font color="
Sweet beans!
Well, good morning, Mrs. Thrombey.
You think you could handle the study?
Where's your medical bag?
I don't know. I left it here. I always leave it here with Harlan at night.
They must've taken it in as evidence. I'll look into that.
<font color="
How'd the GO board get knocked over?
We were just goofing around.
What are you thinking?
No no no. Hey, hey, hey!
Let me guess.
Hey. Stop. Stop.
Stop. Stop.
Hugh Drysdale?
Ransom. Call me Ransom. It's my middle name.
Only the help call me Hugh.
Okay, this is Trooper Wagner, I'm Lieutenant Elliott.
We just wanna ask a few questions.
Excuse me. Sir?
We're officers of the law.
You gonna run me in? I don't feel like talking. I'm distraught.
Hey Benny, you wanna ask this guy some questions?
All right, what is this? What's this arrangement?
Mr. Drysdale.
CSI KFC?
Hey Frannie, how about a glass of cold milk?
Hey asshole. Not her name, Not her job.
Hey Meg. How's your SJW degree coming?
- Trust fund prick. - All right. Guys.
<font color="
I'm just gonna be in the other room, setting up, be ready in 10 minutes.
Funny, Ransom, you skipped the funeral, but you're early for the will reading.
Okay, people grieve in different ways, let's not...
You know what? It's funny you're here at all.
Why are you even bothering? That's what I'm asking myself.
What's that supposed to mean?
- He knows what it supposed to mean. - Wait. Walt. What?
Jacob was in that bathroom in the night of the party.
Oh, that's where you were all night?
The hell were you doing in the bathroom all night?
- Nothing. - Swatting Syrian refugees?
<font color=" - Alt right troll.
Liberal snowflake.
I don't know what any of that means.
It means your son's a little creep.
Oh, my son's a creep?
Guys! Just...
Walt, he was in the bathroom.
Yeah, he was in the bathroom,
<font color=" to pictures of dead deer.
You know what, Richard? You wanna go?
You bet, Skippy. Let's go!
You wanna go? C'mon!
You better watch out!
Stop!
C'mon, you had me waiting for it my whole life!
Stop it right now!
<font color=" I can handle it.
Oh my God!
We gotta do this more often.
Hey!
Jacob, we know where this is going.
You were in the bathroom next to Harlan's office,
where he had the fight with Ransom.
Now, you heard something. Spill it.
<font color="
...my will!
My will.
And then there was more yelling,
and then I heard Ransom say "I'm warning you."
Ransom? What's that mean?
I think that means our father finally came to his senses
and cut this worthless little brat out of his will.
So, I guess you gonna have to sell the Beamer,
and give your notice at the country club,
and kick whatever fashion drugs you're on.
Because if you think that after all the bridges you burned,
After all the shit you said, after everything that you put
this family through for the last 10 years,
that any of us are gonna support you,
that any of us are gonna give you,
like dad liked to say, a single red dime, you're nuts!
Son.
Father?
Did Harlan tell you he was gonna cut you out of the will?
Yup.
Well, then he's done what none of us were strong enough to do.
Maybe this might finally make you grow up.
This might be the best thing that could ever happen to you.
Thank you. My mother, ladies and gentlemen.
Look, this is not gonna be easy for you, but it'll be good.
Nothing good is ever easy.
Up your ass, Joni.
<font color=" tit for a long time.
Up your ass? Very nice.
Matter of fact - eat shit, hows that?
In fact, eat shit, eat shit, eat shit.
- You entitled prick! - I would snap that smug smile...
Definitely eat shit. Eat shit.
I own it, shit!
<font color=" will readings being boring?
Exception that proves the rule.
Asshole.
I'm warning you. Ransom said "I'm warning you."
You heard Ransom in there, that's the kind of thing he says.
You want this? You want this?
What do we have here?
<font color=" a relatively fresh break.
Yup. Right there.
Wait a minute.
That doesn't make sense. Where's that window?
How about some more cookies, you? You want some more cookies?
Hey, maybe Harlem left you a cold glass of milk in his will, asshole!
<font color="
It's the trick window! From "A Kill For All Seasons!"
Trooper, here, will you take this?
Traces of dried mud.
I suspect they go the length of the hallway.
Footprints?
No, just traces.
Depending on when this thing was last cleaned,
this could've happened at anytime, right?
No, that would not explain this.
Analyze that mud. It will match these traces.
And you will find similar samples, leading up the trellis on the outside of the house.
On the night of the party, somebody who did not want to be heard climbing those steps
<font color=" to break into Harlan Thrombey's rooms.
The game is afoot, eh Watson?
Well. Thank you all for getting together like this,
it isn't legally necessary, but I thought because you're all in town
and some of you are leaving soon...
Excuse me, I'm sorry.
<font color=" gently request that you all stay in town
until the investigation is completed.
He's gently requesting, but we gotta make that an order.
No one move until we figure this all out.
- What? - Can we ask why?
- Has something changed? - No.
<font color=" or no we can't ask?
Mr. Stevens, you may continue.
Right. Well the other reason I thought this gathering would be beneficial
is because Harlan altered his will a week before he died.
He sealed, he asked me not to submit it to the courts for probate until after his death.
<font color=" we're all together, we can talk.
Although, I don't imagine any of it is going to be that complicated.
Harlan's assets included
- The house. - The house,
which he owned outright.
- Sixty million. - Yes.
Sixty million in various cash accounts and investments.
And, of course, the real asset -
sole ownership of Blood Like Wine, his publishing company.
He also wrote up a statement when he was making the changes and he wanted that read first.
"Dearest Linda, Walter, and Joni.
Some of you may be surprised by the choice I've made here.
<font color=" in the exclusion,
and its purpose was not to sow greater discord in the family, quite the opposite.
Please accept it with grace and without bitterness. But do accept it.
It's for the best, Dad."
Wow, well, yeah. Not too complex at all.
This'll be quick.
<font color=" and body, yada yada...
I hereby direct that all my assets, both liquid and otherwise,
I leave in their entirety to Marta Cabrera.
My entire ownership of Blood Like Wine publishing
I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera.
The copyright of its catalog likewise I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera."
What?
No. That's not...
No.
That can't be. Can I see that please, Alan?
- That's right. - Please.
This can't be legal.
It's right.
- You know, he's been... - Oh my God!
<font color="
I don't know what to say, we're his family, so...
It's not possible!
Are there safeguards against this?
Harlan was...
In his final days he was under weight of medication.
Obviously, he wasn't... I mean... I don't know...
<font color=" and shove it right up your ass and get out.
And you cops too. Out! Out!
- Right now! - Melinda.
No, Richard, we need to talk, we need to fight this thing.
We're not going anywhere. I said get out!
We're the Thrombeys goddammit! This is still our house!
<font color="
"Likewise the house at 2 Deerborn Drive
and all belongings therein I leave to Marta Cabrera."
You little bitch!
Did you know about this? Were you in this from the beginning?
No no no! I just wanna know!
What were you doing? Were you boinking my father?
"Boinking?"
I think everybody just needs to cool...
You had sex with my grandpa. You dirty anchor baby.
In the meantime I'd maybe run.
Marta.
- Ladies and gentlemen. - Talk to us.
Marta, wait a minute.
I totally understand how you must be feeling.
You can talk to me.
I don't know how this...
I don't know.
I don't know what's happening. I don't know why he...
Guys, I'm also confused, I need to think.
Marta! You listen...
I can't catch up!
I can't open the damn...
<font color=" He is our father.
Marta, don't listen to them. I'm here.
I'm not on Twitter anymore.
So, de-add me on Instagram, okay? I wanna talk to you.
What's going on?
I think this could be the best thing to happen to all of you!
What does he mean by that?
<font color="
What was I supposed to do? Grab the bumper with my teeth?
Okay, seriously though, what the hell?
Hey, can we take an extra bowl?
Sure.
You look like you're gonna pass out. Have you eaten anything today?
Eat.
<font color="
So why?
- Why? - Why?
Hey, this is everything.
There gotta be a bigger reason why and you know it.
Well, how about it had to do more with you guys than with me.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's the only thing that makes sense.
<font color="
Only that I wasn't getting a cent.
That's because he wanted you to build something from the ground...
"Build something from the ground up", yeah.
My mother built her business from the ground up
with a million dollar loan from my grandfather.
<font color=" she made him sign a prenup.
He lives in fear.
And I know that's what grandfather was trying to protect me from by doing this,
And I know I shouldn't say this out loud, but when he told me, I...
Jesus, I coulda killed him.
After I left the party, though, I was driving
<font color=" and I had this...
clarity.
Like from here on out I was gonna have to fend for myself.
And that felt...
Good.
The old bastard.
Marta I know three things. One: I know he didn't commit suicide.
What makes you think that?
<font color="
Because I knew my granddad.
Maybe you and I are the only two who knew him,
so you're not gonna bullshit me on this, because two:
I know lying makes you puke.
'Cause of that mafia game last 4th of July.
And three:
<font color=" of baked beans and sausage.
So.
Look me in the eye
and tell me what happened to my grandfather.
- You asshole. - Marta.
Tell me everything.
Alan, there have got to be options here.
No. I don't know how many times
<font color=" two pieces of information.
If Harlan was of sound mind when he made the changes,
and we've all confirmed he was.
Would a sound mind do this! How? Sound how?
The very action speaks to unsoundness!
Not legally, no.
You, not liking what he did does not speak to testamentary capacity.
What about undue influence?
Yes! Undue influence! How about that?
Did you just Google that?
Look, if Marta was manipulating dad somehow, and if...
If somehow she had gotten her hooks into him.
You need a strong case for that.
<font color="
through hard work and good humor."
That won't cut the salami.
What about the slayer rule?
I did just Google that.
The slayer rule obviously doesn't apply here.
What the hell is the slayer rule?
<font color=" the person, they don't get their inheritance.
Not even convicted, even if they're held responsible for their death in civil court.
Like OJ.
Yes, Like OJ. But Harlan committed suicide.
Detective Blank.
You said that the investigation is ongoing, you made a point of that.
<font color="
Mister Blanc. If you please.
There is much that remains unclear. But yes. I suspect foul play.
Marta?
I have eliminated no suspects.
You're full of shit, I don't trust this guy in the tweed suit,
and Alan, God bless you, you're useless.
<font color="
There's only one answer to this: she has to renounce the inheritance.
She knows that's what she should do...
That's exactly what she'll do.
- Mom. - She'll do it.
If Granddad wanted to give Marta everything, then that's what he wanted.
No, this wasn't him. He loved us.
<font color=" He wanted you to have an education.
Meg, you think I can pay for your school?
I know, just saying it it sounds insane, but it's all true.
And I think Blanc's been on to me from the start.
I don't care if I go to jail, but my mom...
My sister, we...
<font color="
I always thought I was the only one that could beat him at GO.
I always thought that meant something.
Yeah, I know you did.
In the night of the party, my last conversation with him, our last argument.
that's what he told me about you.
That you beat him in GO more than I do, and I thought...
What a strange thing to tell me.
I think I get it now.
It did mean something.
I'm not gonna tell my family shit.
You're not going to jail. That detective is not gonna catch you.
And you're not gonna give up the money.
<font color=" think about what he did to go through with this.
He wanted this for himself, he wanted this for the family.
And he wanted it for you.
You've come this far. Let me help you go all the way.
What's going on? This isn't you.
You could just turn me in right now and still get your cut of the inheritance. Why?
Because fuck my family.
I can help you get away with this, and then...
You're gonna give me my cut of the inheritance.
Happy ending. Everybody wins: you, me, Harlan.
Yeah.
Deal?
- Meg. - Marta.
<font color=" - I know.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Are you?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Look, no one knows I'm calling you, I just...
I wanted to...
I wanted to say sorry for how everyone was.
And... I guess I wanted to ask... What are you gonna do?
<font color="
Well, the... with the will. What are you gonna to do?
What do you think I should do?
You should do whatever you think is right.
Look, I...
I think you should give it back to us.
Granddad always took care of us, we're his family.
<font color=" but we're his actual family.
Yeah.
Marta, you know this isn't fair, we've always been good to you,
and you're like family and we'll take care of you, but...
You have to make things right. You know what's right.
Marta.
Mom's broke, she says I'm gonna have to drop out of school.
No, no, Meg.
Listen, I won't let that happen.
Whatever money you need, I'll give it to you. I'm here for you.
And I want you to know I'm gonna take care of you.
- I promise that, okay? - Thanks.
And once I...
Okay then.
<font color=" suspicious at the house?
Yes, he found mud, upstairs, where I broke in through the window.
Identifiable prints?
- No. - Good, okay.
Good. Hey.
You lay low for a coupe of days. Wait for this investigation to blow over, and it will.
<font color=" thinks he is, he's got nothing.
Hey, Relax.
Marta get your ass up, what the hell is happening? There's a guy here and a bunch of stuff.
Everything's going crazy. Are we rich?
Maybe, Alice, I don't know.
I don't even know what that means but you better get your ass up.
<font color=" or her exact relationship...
Oh my God Marta. What is all this. What did you do?
- Is that here? - Oh, yeah it is.
Wait, so is that true? Are we rich?
Oh my God.
Good Morning, Mrs. Thrombey.
Why is grief the providence of youth?
<font color="
But I'd imagine that age deepens all feelings.
Including grief.
This was a long walk to offering condolences for the loss of your son.
And asking you if it isn't presumptuous of me not to think too harshly of your family.
if I am, as I suspect, the first to console you.
<font color="
One thing I assume of age is weariness.
Damned if I don't get more tired every day.
Tired of what I do. Following arcs, like lobbed rocks.
The inevitability of truth.
But the complexity and the gray lie not in the truth
but what you do with the truth once you have it.
I think you have something you wanna tell me.
I think you're very perceptive and very capable
of telling me what you saw the night of your son's party.
But I'll happily wait. I'm in no rush.
In fact, I find it quite pleasant, sitting here with you.
Lawyers were here, very big lawyers it looked like.
They left all this stuff and business cards,
and there was a pile of other stuff when I got home.
I don't like any of this, Marta.
I don't like it either.
I'm slipping out the back. I'll be back later.
Please don't talk to anyone.
Walt?
<font color=" Hey, how are you doing?
Walt, I want you to know that I didn't know about any of this.
We know you didn't. We know you didn't.
Yeah, we all kinda went a little crazy yesterday.
- Understandable. - Yeah.
I haven't even looked at all this yet.
<font color=" who saw the news and wanna get a jump on it.
I'd be careful of all of it.
Marta, is it your intention to renounce the inheritance?
This is what Harlan wanted.
Yeah, but, Harlan put you in a very hard position here.
It was unfair of him.
<font color=" press and the scrutiny that this kicks up?
We know... with your mother.
- My mother? - Yeah.
What did Meg tell you?
This isn't about Meg.
You're missing the point. We don't wanna attack you with this.
Marta, if your mother came into the country illegally, criminally,
and you come into this inheritance with all the scrutiny that entails,
I'd be afraid that could come to light. That's what we wanna avoid here.
We can protect you from that happening, or if it happens.
So, you're saying that even if it came to light.
With your family's resources you could help me fix it.
Yeah, with the right lawyers, you know, not these local guys,
but New York lawyers, DC lawyers.
With enough resources put toward it, yes.
Not that that ever even needs to come up. But yes.
Okay. Good.
Okay?
'Cause Harlan gave me all your resources.
<font color=" I'll be able to fix it.
So, I guess I will find the right lawyers.
Marta, that's...
Better be sure if that's
what you want.
I don't know. What's this?
It's my medical bag tag. They have my medical bag, for some reason.
<font color=" of a blood toxicology report on Harlan.
Marta, this is gonna show the morphine overdose.
So I'm screwed!
How do you know all this stuff?
I was Harlan's research assistant for a summer.
But what kind of blackmail scheme is this?
<font color=" is sitting up the street at the crime lab.
There are no demands, there's no meeting place.
What's the point of sending you this?
Could be a half hour. Could be an hour.
We wanna make sure...
- What's the cheese? - Hey.
- Thank you. - No problem.
<font color=" here were all triggered.
This thing went up really quick.
So that means blood stores, records, anything of that nature, it's all gone.
There were no employees here, so thank God for that.
- What about security cameras? - Oh yeah.
Speaking of security, the surveillance tape at the Thrombey estate
was all scrambled for some reason.
What's still pending from the autopsy?
Just the report on the blood work.
Blood work?
Holy shit!
This is insane!
I mean who would blow up the whole real building just to blackmail me?
<font color=" has the only paper copy
of the thing that can prove your guilt.
You didn't get any other instructions, no phone call, no email, nothing?
I haven't checked my email.
There is one.
That's it. 1209 Columbus Road, 10 AM.
<font color="
If you destroy that copy you are totally in the clear.
Oh no!
Marta, did you hear me?
Yeah.
Elliott! We gotta go! We gotta go!
Okay, Baby Driver.
Oh God! You regret helping me yet?
<font color="
Oh shit!
Vehicles in pursuit in Washington Street.
- Make sure you say "No force." - No force.
- We got a possible murder suspect. - I said that, I said that.
Go! Go! Are you flooring it?
I am literally flooring it.
<font color=" - I'm pulling over.
If you miss your chance to get this tox report it's all over.
Oh my God!
Why are we stopping?
Why are you stopping in the middle of the road?
Hold on!
Oh my God. I'm just pure adrenaline right now, I feel like I swallowed bees.
<font color=" What's the address?
- 1209 Columbus road. - Okay.
I mean, whatever they want, I'll say yes because...
You know, just to get that report back.
- Get it back and destroy it. - Destroy it.
Holy shit! Ransom.
Thank you. I couldn't do this without you.
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Get out!
That was the dumbest car chase of all time.
Put your hands down.
I spoke to Wanetta Thrombey, His greatness.
The night of the party she saw someone climbing the trellis to the third floor.
Mr. Drysdale, come on.
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What's going on?
"Ransom came back" she said.
I don't know what he came back to do, but we'll find out.
You have anything sharp?
- Watch your head. Thank you. - You don't need to thank him.
Did he ask you to drive when he saw me coming?
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Blanc, you're coming with us?
I'll drive with Marta.
Let's go to the police station.
I wanna full run down on everything he said to you.
And I'll can catch you up on where we're at.
Strange case from the start.
A case with a hole in the middle.
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I'm just talking through my process here, let me know if this is boring.
I feel the noose tightening, the family is truly desperate.
Desperate motives.
Then mystery of who hired me, the impossibility of the crime, and yet...
A donut! One central piece, and if it reveals itself the fog would lift,
<font color=" the slinky become unkinked.
Do you mind if I stop for a second?
I need to pick something up. It will be very quick.
Sure.
It'll be just a few minutes.
I'll watch the door.
Hello?
Listen, I don't know what you want.
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But we have to figure it out right here, right now.
And I'm leaving with that report.
Hello?
Fran?
No, no, no! Fran.
Can you hear me? Fran, give me a sign if you can hear me.
You.
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You called me here, you sent me an email, that's why I'm here.
Did you take something?
I'm gonna call an ambulance now and you're going to be okay.
You gonna be fine, okay? Stay with me.
What?
Help me.
- Stashed. - What?
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You did this!
You won't get away with this!
Jesus! Stop!
911, what's your emergency?
♪ The thought of you stays bright ♪
♪ Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor ♪
♪ Not going left, not going... ♪
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All right my friend, thank you for the update.
No need for that, I'll bring her in once we get word that the housekeeper is stable.
It's still touch and go. All right.
This is over. People are getting hurt.
So, I'm gonna tell you the truth.
Young Ransom just told Lieutenant Elliott everything.
Good. Wait, I hope he didn't cover for me.
Did he tell the real truth about me switching the...
Yeah.
- And the disguise... - Yes.
And the whole blackmailing...
But why did Fran take my morphine?
Obviously, she had swiped a bag from the house,
<font color=" unless that's why she needed the blackmail money...
I don't know, it doesn't matter anyway.
I have to tell the Thrombeys myself, I feel like I owe that to them.
I don't think that's a good idea.
No, I have to do it! I need to do it!
I gave the doctors my number, so they'll call if anything changes with Fran.
All right.
We'll round up the Thrombeys at the house, along with a police escort.
For the arrest after.
You can tell me your whole story on the drive over.
I don't want any more surprises.
Fran said it was stashed, the copy,
<font color=" "you did this, you won't get away with it."
I called the ambulance. That's it.
All right.
You ready?
Okay, has she come to her senses?
She's standing right there Richard, she can speak for herself.
Is the rest of the family here?
<font color=" - I think it would be better if we were
to gather together and get this over with.
- Hey. - Hey.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I told them about your mom.
Meg, it's okay.
I'm sorry. No, I was scared, I just, I didn't wanna tell them...
I get it. Trust me.
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I'm sorry.
God, I'm so raiding Fran's stash after this.
I still think this is a bad idea, but the family is assembled.
I know where the tox report is.
She basically told me where it was.
Anyway this will tie everything up.
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God, you're not much of a detective, are you?
To be fair.
You make a pretty lousy murderer.
Perhaps we deserve each other.
You've always been good to me.
What I'm about to say isn't gonna be easy and you're gonna be upset.
<font color=" you've gone through the last few days,
that you deserved to hear it from me.
I...
Excuse me!
You have not been good to her.
You have all treated her like shit to steal back a fortune
that you lost and she deserves.
<font color=" at the feast.
Nose all beak's bloody.
Well, you're not getting bailed out, not this time.
Ms. Cabrera has decided definitively not to renounce the inheritance.
What?
Furthermore, it will be my professional recommendation to the local authorities
<font color=" in the case of Harlan Thrombey
is ruled as suicide, and the case is closed.
- Blanc. - What?
Thank you all for coming. Goodbye.
What's going on?
Just tell me what's...
That's certainly not what I was expecting.
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Not what I was expecting to hear at all.
Are you gonna tell me what the hell is going on?
Yes.
I just wanna come clean, okay?
- It's over. - Almost.
Blanc, what are we doing?
I'm sorry. Officer Wagner.
<font color=" get them out of the house if you can.
But stand by with your additional officer.
- Get the family out? - Yes, but not all of them.
Blanc.
- Yes, sir. - Come on. Come on.
What's with all this drama?
Indulge me.
<font color=" you, I'm telling you now -
it is an immovable fact that I killed Harlan.
Yes, you did. Yes, he did. Yes, you are, but. But.
I spoke in the car about the hole at the center of this donut.
And what you and Harlan did that fateful night seems at first glance
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A donut hole in a donut's hole.
But we must look a little closer.
And when we do, we see that the donut hole has a hole in its center.
It is not a donut hole, but a smaller donut with its own hole,
and our donut is not holed at all!
Blanc, look, I understand that this is amusing for you.
Why was I hired? Why would someone hire me?
Someone fishing for a crime to reverse the will, Blanc.
I was hired before the sealed will was read.
So yes, the person must have known the contents of the will.
But one step further - that same person must have known a crime was committed,
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if the intent was to reverse Marta's inheritance,
they must've known that Marta was responsible.
An intriguing combination of factors. Someone who knew what Marta did,
wanted to expose it, but could not reveal how they knew.
Fran! She was blackmailing me, she knew what I did.
<font color=" ergo she did not want the crime exposed.
Did someone in the family observe Marta doing something suspicious?
But they would've had no reason not to speak up.
The answer is not so simple.
Now with the entire solution in my field of view.
The arc of this case is a tragedy of errors.
<font color=" for you to hear.
But there is at least one truly guilty party behind it all,
guilty in the true sense of acting with malice,
committing a heinous crime with selfish intent.
Trooper Wagner.
Trooper Wagner?
No.
<font color=" I figured it was up. I'm sorry.
It's all right, Ransom, I'm glad you did.
Not exactly everything though.
Is this about what Greatnana told you?
She saw me that night, she mistook me for Ransom.
We'll get to that. In the meanwhile,
<font color="
you might tell us all why you hired me?
Why I hired you?
You're right, let's back up. To the night of the party.
Your argument with Harlan.
What were the overheard words by the Nazi child, masturbating in the bathroom?
"my will" and "I'm warning you."
<font color=" a love of twisting the knife into one another.
You see, I don't believe he would've slipped it in halfway - no, no, no.
I submit Harlan told you everything.
You can't be serious!
Not a red dime or word of my work to a single one of them, you included.
<font color=" his conversation with Harlan ended with.
Harlan told him that I could beat him at GO.
And I asked myself - Marta?
How would the topic of the will have steered around to Marta?
There is one obvious explanation.
You can't be that crazy, you're not just gonna throw away your fortune.
No. I'm giving it to Marta. All of it.
Your Brazilian nurse? Are you goddamn insane?
I am sane for the first time in my life and I've done it.
I've made the change to my will, it's done.
I'm warning you!
That's some heavy duty conjecture.
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But it is the only way of what comes next makes sense.
So, you storm out, you drive off into the night.
You tell Marta later of, what was it? Feeling an overwhelming sense of...
Clarity. That he has to make do for himself from here on out.
Exactly!
Marta. The will. Harlan. Do for yourself.
"You won't get away with this."
And a plan forms.
You return, careful to avoid the gate's security camera range.
Then on foot up towards the house.
You sneak in, up the trellis so as not to be seen by the rest of the family,
who are still having their party downstairs.
<font color=" will take moments.
But it is essential that you are alone and undetected.
You knew what medications Harlan took.
You knew what Marta would be injecting him with that night.
And you knew if Marta was responsible for his death, even unintentionally,
the slayer rule would nullify the changed will, and you would get your share back.
You use the syringes in the kit to switch the liquids in the two medication vials.
And, as a final precaution,
you took the Naloxone, the life saving antidote.
No, no. That's impossible.
It is the truth.
Hand me that vial of morphine, I'll show you.
<font color=" then when I got them mixed up...
I accidentally switched them back.
I gave Harlan...
The correct doses.
Yes.
But not accidentally.
I taped over the labels of these two vials.
The vials themselves are identical.
<font color=" that this was the morphine?
I just knew.
You knew because there is the slightest, almost imperceptible difference
of tincture and viscosity between the two liquids.
You knew because you'd done it a hundred times.
You gave him the correct medication because you are a good nurse.
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I'm sorry Marta, but yes.
Harlan was perfectly fine.
His blood was normal.
The cause of death was truly, solely suicide, and you are guilty of nothing
but some damage to the trellis and a few amateur theatrics.
In fact, if Harlan had listened to you and called the ambulance,
he would be alive today.
Hot damn.
A twisted web.
And we are not finished untangling it. Not yet.
Marta, when Greatnana spotted you climbing down the trellis she said,
Ransom? Are you back again already?
"Are you back again already?" 'Cause earlier that night
Ransom, you're back!
Come on, Marta.
This is stoopid with two o's. You don't have a shred of evidence,
You're just spinning a fairy tale.
Not a shred, no.
Just as we have no real proof of Marta's mixing up the vials.
- so it's your word against. - You have her confession!
All right, yeah. Yeah, we do have that.
With your permission, I'd like to spin a little further.
Much later that night you'd have to come back to the house
to retrieve the incriminating tampered vials.
However, this time the dogs were outside.
They barked waking Meg.
<font color=" You'll get the vials tomorrow.
But tomorrow brings news, not of a medical error and guilty nurse,
but of a slit throat and suicide.
Now the circumstances are perfect for the anonymous hiring of a me:
you know a crime has been committed by Ms. Cabrera,
you need her to be caught for it, you cannot reveal how you know.
Enter Benoit Blanc.
Benny, look I hear what you are saying, it's just...
The body is discovered early the next morning.
The police, the medical examiners, the family, everyone swarms in,
and there is no possible way you can get to Marta's medical bag to retrieve the vials.
<font color=" when the investigation is over
and you know the house will be empty.
That is why you missed the funeral.
There is no one home to wonder why you're going into Harlan's study.
Or so you think.
Poor Fran. She witnessed you tampering with Harlan's medication in the medical bag.
<font color=" what you were doing.
But she knew you were up to no good, so her mind begins to turn.
Oh God, that Hallmark movie she told me about, with Danica McKellar.
"Deadly By Surprise."
That's what she was talking about.
She loved Harlan. She hates Ransom.
<font color=" and make this asshole pay.
She gets a copy of the toxicology report, I will be honest I have no idea how.
'Cause she has a cousin.
She told me, she has a cousin who works as a receptionist at the examiners office.
Well, there you go!
The numbers, they mean nothing to her,
<font color=" its existence is a threat,
so she photocopies the header and makes her blackmail note.
So, why did she send it to me?
She didn't. She sent it to Ransom.
And when Mr. Drysdale gets it, what is his reaction?
Elation! He still thinks Marta has given Harlan the tampered drugs!
<font color=" will prove her guilt.
He goes to the will reading in high spirits, ready to see the family tear itself apart,
secure in the knowledge it will all be undone when the tox report comes to light.
And then...
Marta's confession.
And everything turns on its head.
<font color=" has committed no crime,
and the tox report will prove her innocence.
The changed will is gonna stand. He has lost.
Unless...
Unless you decide.
You're not gonna give up the money.
<font color=" - You've come this far!
Just one step further.
Just one last act, in for a penny, in for a pound.
You decide. You are in.
Step one: destroy all evidence of Marta's innocence.
Step two: send her the anonymous email with a late morning rendezvous time,
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Step three: keep your appointment with Fran.
I knew it! I knew you were a no good son of a bitch!
I knew Harlan wouldn't just kill himself.
Yes, Fran, you are right.
I knew you were guilty as shit. And now you're gonna pay for it!
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Don't come near me, I'm warning you!
Now the board is set. Marta will get the blackmail note.
You'll put the pieces together for her.
You'll guide her to the rendezvous.
You'll make an anonymous call to the police.
They will catch her there with the body and the burned evidence.
Marta will get arrested for killing Fran and Harlan.
She said:
You did this!
She didn't say "you did this," she wasn't talking about me, she said,
Hugh did this.
Hugh did this, 'cause you made the help call you Hugh.
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It would have worked.
If we hadn't have brought you in for questioning, so you could not make your anonymous call.
And if Fran had not stashed a safety copy of the tox report.
And if Marta had not outplayed you once again,
by having a kind heart.
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though it meant her losing the inheritance and going to jail.
She didn't play your game, she saved Fran's life.
Fran's alive?
Oh yes.
Fran, who will confirm this fairy story or something close to it.
And send you, Hugh, to jail.
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Doctor, that's great news. We'll be there soon. Thank you.
She's okay. She's ready to talk.
Trooper Wagner, if you could keep Mr. Drysdale in custody
while Lieutenant Elliott, Ms. Cabrera and myself
we go to the hospital and take Fran's statement.
All right. Up. Come on.
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No cameras, no courtroom, just to you because you know it's the truth.
We allowed you into our home.
We let you watch our granddad, we welcomed you into our family.
And now you think you can steal it from us?
You think I'm not gonna fight to protect my home, our birthright,
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That is hooey!
Harlan, he bought this place in the 80s from a Pakistani real estate billionaire.
Oh, shut up Blanc! Shut up!
Shut up with that Kentucky fried fog horn rag-horn drawl.
Yeah, I killed Fran, but I guess I didn't. So what do you have on me?
<font color=" Attempted murder?
I get arson for the building, and a few other charges, with a good lawyer,
which I have, I'll be out in no time.
And then you'll see just how much hell I can wreak on your life, you vicious little bitch.
What the shit!?
- That means she's lying! - Yeah, man, we know.
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And you just confessed to her murder.
Well...
In for a penny...
Shit!
... He's cheating on you, I have proof I know you don't need to see. Untether yourself - Dad.
Linda?
We gotta get the attorneys on the phone. Right now!
<font color=" something to do with Harlan's death?
From the first moment you set foot in front of me.
Oh shit!
I want you to remember something that's very important:
you won not by playing the game Harlan's way, but yours.
You're a good person.
This family.
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I have my own opinion.
But I have a feeling you'll follow your heart.
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