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Out so I can see ya.

Okay, okay.
It's not what it looks like.

Looks like Morris Beck's been murdered.

You're left holding the bag
for it.

Maybe it is what it looks like.

The rich and powerful
take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes, bad guys
make the best good guys.

We provide...leverage.

Morris Beck
should be shot for this.

In the last 10 years,

three of the buildings
he constructed have collapsed.

Supporting wall fell in Kansas.

Foundation gave way in Atlanta.

Crane collapsed in Milwaukee.

Two comas, six paraplegics,
several in traction...

Four fatalities.

Oh, that's just awful.
All those people.

Yeah, yeah, it's an old scam.

Yeah, he underbids the contract,

he uses cheap materials,

unskilled labor
to put up the building.

And then when things go to hell,
he's two jobs down the road.

There must be some chain
of responsibility.

No, no, listen.

These guys, they never
go to jail -- never.

Beck designs the buildings
himself.

He personally supervises
every job.

Somewhere he has
the original blueprints.

He needs them for certification.

Well, yeah, and so he knows
how to cut corners.

What's the status
of your lawsuit?

When I worked at McGann,
McCoy and Baker,

I had an army.

I had assistants,
paralegals, other attorneys.

Beck got me fired.

He is burying me in motions,

fighting discovery.

Yeah, he's running out
the clock, basically.

I am desperate.

I need the original plans
and schematics for my case

by next week,
or the suit gets dismissed.

I need a miracle.

Yma Sumac...

And, uh, D-Dexter Gordon.

Masaari Global?

We have
a 10:30 with Mr. Morris Beck.

Oh, yes, here it is.
Uh, right this way.

Oh, come on, Tommy.
Be nice.

I just need two minutes.

"Need" is a relative term,
Miss Beck.

This is another issue
with your car?

It's totaled, okay?

And the cops are being
totally frosty,

and I totally wasn't drunk
or anything.

Daddy needs to fix.

Well, I suggest you try to get a
moment with him at the party.

You mean the one where he's drunk

and giving out stupid speeches
every 10 seconds?

Fail.

Oh, look --
important people.

Dull.

Tell daddy I'm taking the Aston.

Sumac and Gordon?
Masaari Global?

Tom Case.

I'm Mr. Beck's V.P. of development.

Mr. Beck --
I don't make threats -- I make promises!

You want to be
on my good side, buddy.

I promise you --
anybody can get got.

Apologies.

Mr. Capriotti still thinks
unions matter.

Please. Potter!

I went over
those murder-mystery plans.

It's too easy.
Try it again.

Again? Sir,
that took me six months!

Lock it up
by tomorrow night, Potter.

Don't disappoint me.

I'll have it for you
in the morning, sir.

Mr. Beck, if I may, Masaari Global --

Has fingers in pies
across the near east,

solid D.O.D. ties,
and, as far as I can tell,

exclusive security
and construction contracts

with guys who live in palaces.

You guys try very hard
to remain invisible,

but I'm Morris Beck --

I want to know something,
I know it.

And I know this is an area
that Beckworx can benefit.

Let me ask you --

Can your firm handle construction

in a remote desert locale?

We're talking roads,
palaces, bunkers.

Someone who can be discreet.

As you know,
there has been a lot of unrest.

Trust me -- nobody gets over
or through a Beckworx wall.

Here.

Preliminary figures --
I took the liberty.

We can begin planning an
excavation inside of two weeks

and complete our first milestone
within a year.

May I e-mail these quotes
to my people for review?

Of course.
What's the address?

Oh. It's faster
if I type it.

♪ I feel like stealin', feel like connin' ♪

♪ feel like taking some stuff today ♪

Ha ha.

And we're in.

Skeleton key on the way.

We have the blueprints.

We do not have the blueprints.

We got...something.

A whole lot of something,
but no prints.

Okay, last 10 digits...
File numbers?

Documents.

Need a 10-digit code
for government work,

but I'm hung up on the last 6.

GPS. GPS coordinates.
Try that.

There you go.

It's Morris Beck's mansion.

He bought one of
those little islands

off the coast of Massachusetts.

So you think the prints are in there.

It makes sense.

He keeps the numbers on file
at the corporate office,

and the actual blueprints,
he keeps at this house.

It's limited access,
miles out to sea.

Zero cover on the entrance
and the exits.

Gonna take a week to prep.

What was that -- there was
the assistant, Potter --

he was talking about

something he had to prepare
for tomorrow night.

Anything come up about that?

It's a gala.

That's great.

The place is gonna be swarming
with guests.

Okay, that's fine for you two,

but what about the three of us?
How do we get in?

Uh, excuse you.

Do you not know my name?

It's nothing to get on that list.

I've been to the Oscars
every year since I was 15.

And the Oscar goes to...

Halle Berry!

Go ahead, girl.

Go ahead, girl.

I told you
this was your night, baby.

Yeah. Unh.

Okay. Say we get in.
Say we get the blueprints.

How we get home, huh?
Backstroke?

No, no, no. We're gonna use
the guests as cover. Okay.

Tell me about this party.

Beck throws this little shindig
every year.

He always invites his competitors

who he spent the year crushing

just to rub their noses in it.

There's always some kind
of competition involved.

Last year, it was...
What the hell is human chess?

This year he's staging
a murder mystery.

All the guests have to come
as a detective

from literature -- fun!

Yes, yes. Now, okay,
so, we are gonna move the heist

to the mansion.

We're gonna find the safe,
Hardison's gonna spoof a key,

and Parker's gonna lift
the blueprints.

I've never been
to a costume party.

Now, that is just heartbreaking.

Miss Sumac,
so glad you decided to come.

I would not have missed it.

I love the detective stories!

But you...
You have no costume.

Oh, no, I'm, uh, Mannix.

I decided,
if I have to run the party,

at least I get to
dress up, right?

Oh.

Potter, you're supposed to be
wrangling his daughter,

not bending Miss Sumac's ear.
Go.

Go, go, go, go.

My ear was not bent,
Mr. Case.

But tell me --
who are you supposed to be?

What?

Oh. Uh, Bucket.

Inspector Bucket.

Dickens.
Oh, yes.

Uh, would you excuse me,
Miss Sumac?

I have a security issue.

Hey, Sophie,
why did you --

Hey.

Why'd you have to dress me up
like howdy doody?!

Actually, Charlie Siringo
was a real-life cowboy

and a Pinkerton detective.

Why couldn't you have picked me
something normal, like Hardison?

Excuse you?

No way in the world I'd have
picked Encyclopedia Brown

as my co-- these ugly-ass
penny loafers. You see --

Hardy boys.

You're the Hardy Boys,
and Parker's Nancy Drew.

Yeah, well, why did Nate
get to pick his own gear?

Because he's just a bit more

of a whiny baby
than the rest of you.

This house is a bloody maze.

Where is Nate?

I'm right here.

You promised me
you'd take this seriously.

I did. I am.

Look at this.
This is a proper costume.

Irene Adler, only woman smarter
than Sherlock Holmes.

That?

Ellery Queen,
world's greatest detective.

Okay, people,
what are we looking at?

Well,
Beck's daughter's having fun.

And there's that
union guy Capriotti.

Oh.

'And the island's
totally off the grid.

It has its own power plant.

That's why the blackouts.

Security's top-shelf.

All the upper floors
are locked up for the night.

Okay, what's our getaway?

I'm still working on it.

All right.
Let's go steal a murder.

You've been a bit edgy
since we took this job.

No, I'm fine. I'm good.

You're worried about the job.

There's nothing special
about Beck.

Well, no, there is nothing
special about Beck.

He's just another in a long line
of corrupt son-of-a-bitches

that, uh, you know,
we take him out,

another one pops up,
just over and over again.

Maybe, I don't know,
maybe --

What, maybe?

I don't know, maybe...

Greetings, everyone!

Greetings and bienvenue.

Wilkommen.
Welcome...

to this year's gala.

Or, as I like to refer to it,
"Humiliation 101."

Oh, hello, there, William.

I'm amazed
you'd show your face here

after last year's unpleasantness.

You rigged that game, Beck.

You know it, and so do I.

Well, awkward.

Miss Sumac.
Mr. Gordon.

What a fantastic surprise.

And excellent job
on the costumes.

I bet you're the only
Irene Adler in the place.

Look at them.

Not one of them
worth the cost of their costume.

Uh, l-ladies and gentlemen,

ladies and gentlemen,

it's nearly time for
the festivities to start.

Mr. Beck asks that all cells
be handed to the security staff

for the duration
of the challenge. Thank you.

Seems a bit much
for a party game.

Cellphones have the Internet,

search engines.

These Simpletons will cheat.

They'll use any trick
to get the edge, Mr. Gordon.

They all hate me, you know.

A great man is known
by his enemies.

Precisely, Miss Sumac.

Only two kinds in the world --
only two --

the cattle

and the people
who like a really good steak.

I'm gonna go make
a few phone calls...

If I have to turn over
my lifeline.

Oh, and I've got to get
into my costume.

I'm afraid we're abandoning you,
Miss Sumac.

I will survive, Mr. Beck,
but will you?

Some of your guests
seem very determined.

These plodders --

I'm surprised if they can even
spell their own name.

Potter!
Where are you?

Ah! Stay close.

I know you.

I'm sure you don't.

Yeah, you was in Beck's office.

Foreign, ain't you?

Doing some kind of offshore deal?

Stealing good union work
away from regular folks?

Take your hand off me.

I'm just passing on
some friendly advice.

You don't want to be in bed
with Beck.

Guy like that
makes a lot of enemies.

Somebody's bound to get hurt.

You might want to take a walk
about now, Marco.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Come on, boys.

Sorry about that.

And you are?

I'm Ray Hammett, Salem P.D.

I'm sorry.
I-I-I'm not familiar

with that character.

- Oh, uh no.
- No, ma'am.

Uh, I'm the real deal.

Morris Beck pulls a lot of water

with the city fathers
in this town,

so his events
merit a police presence.

Second year in a row
I pulled the short straw.

And so you -- you, what --
you stand in a corner watching

like a referee?

Yeah, something like that.

Only, um...

I don't have to stand
in the corner.

Parker, Hardison, we're up.

Eliot, I need that update.

Next ferry doesn't leave
till the A.M.

They got one motor boat.

This thing's an antique.

It's never gonna make the trip.

Well, that's not acceptable.

Well, I told you I needed a week
to prep, didn't I?

Nate, we got a problem.

This place isn't just
off the grid,

it's in a whole damn time warp.

Definitely 1850s.

Before the civil war.

It's old?
That's the problem?

It's prehistoric.

It's totally analog, all manual.

There's a junction box
on every damn floor.

There's no computers,
nothing to crack,

nothing to hack.

And that is on my last nerve.

Hardison, what's the rule?

Don't bring up a problem
unless you got a fix.

Okay, fine. Whatever.

Um, oh. You know what?
Uh, maybe...

With what I got here,
I can make a pulse map.

I'm sorry -- a what?
A pulse map.

I take my gear,
attach it to the wiring,

see what draws the most power
by sending out some pulses.

Maybe we can find
the main control room.

Yeah, or anything big,

like a state-of-the-art safe
filled with blueprints.

Either way puts us
back in business.

Well, see?
Problem, solution.

This place is friggin' ginormous.

It's gonna take me a while.

Then I suggest you get on it.

He's got to be telling
somebody what to do --

"Get to it."

Oh, that's funny.

He doesn't even know
what a pulse map is.

Okay, okay,
two floors down, east corner.

Parker, you're on.
Go, go, go!

Hey, get out!

Or join in.

No safe -- just a giant pantry
with the master switch box

and Beck's sweaty daughter in it.

Next.

Okay, hold on.
Hold on, hold on.

Got you. Rear of the house.
Second floor.

I'll take that one.

No, w-wait. You put me
and Parker on the safe search.

I'm closer.
I'll take it.

Hey, attention.
Up here. Hey!

Thank you.

After last year's
human chess fiasco,

there were a lot of sore losers.

Well, there always are.

But I don't want you dimwits
to think

that I don't give you
a fair shake.

Tonight's challenge

is a murder mystery.

At the stroke of midnight,

someone will die.

And one of you is the killer.

Whoever solves the murder

by dawn will receive a check

for $100,000.

Hey. Come back here!

Just make it interesting...

for once.

Please.

Oh, my God!

He killed daddy!

Oh my God!

He killed daddy!

No, everybody --

everybody stay where you are.

Everybody just -- just --
just stay calm.

Stay calm?!

He just murdered my father!

Potter, call security!

No, no, no.
No, that won't be necessary.

No.

That's not necessary, because...

Because...

This is the challenge!

The mystery has begun.

No, it hasn't.

The victim is still alive.

Uh, w-well, yeah.
I mean, I was hired to --

Oh, silly.

This is not Morris Beck.
No!

This is a dummy!

Morris Beck

is somewhere in the house,
watching all of you.

But I spent hours
hiding the clues.

Do you know how long it took me
to hide that pipe wrench

in the library?

All part of the smoke screen.

Mr. Beck knew
that you'd all think

a simple murder-mystery party
would be old hat.

He wanted something fresh,
something exciting.

Mark my words!

Somebody here...is the killer.

No one is leaving
until we find out who.

But we all just saw that man.

I'm a doctor.

At least let me examine the body!

No, no, no!
Nobody touch the body!

No, no. Back up. Back up.
Instant disqualification.

Everybody, my partner,
Mr. Gordon,

of Mystery, Inc.

Hello. Hello.

Oh, so lifelike.

Yes.
It cost us a fortune.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

This is preposterous.

Mr. Beck would have informed me
of any changes in the evening --

Ah! And cheat you
of your chance at the prize?

You're a contestant, too.

I-I am?

Yes!

You all are.

Remember --

somebody here committed
this crime,

and somebody here

can solve this murder

for $100,000!

Ah! A colleague!
The crime doctor.

Yes.

Yes, take a bow.

Now, what he's gonna do now
is he is going to...

examine the body...

and then return with more clues.

Yeah.

Gentlemen...

Good luck.

Good, excellent.

Whilst Mr. Gordon
and the crime doctor

examine the body,

I shall move amongst you
and see who remembers what.

Remember -- anyone here
could be the killer.

Even you?

Anyone, detective Ray Hammett.

He's a real-life
detective

from the Salem Police Department.

Mind if I consider you
a resource, Ray?

Why not?
Nice accent, by the way.

Isn't it?
And this one's real.

Help me look after this lot,

and there's another dance
in it for you.

Well, how could I say no to that?

Mystery, Inc., huh?

I'm an actress.
It's a living.

Let's mingle.

Work, work, work.

Yeah.

Work...

Work, work.

Okay, here, here.

Wait, wait. What
the hell's going on down there?

Nate killed somebody?

No, Nate didn't kill somebody.

You didn't, did you?
Of course not.

You'd tell us, though.

Wouldn't you?

Yes, Parker, I would tell you
if I murdered the mark.

But he is dead, though, right?
I mean, Beck is dead?

Yeah, he's dead.

Somebody snapped his neck.

So it wasn't the fall?
Unh-unh.

That wouldn't happen on impact.
It's radial.

It's all torque.

He was dead
before he hit the ground.

Why?

I mean, what possible gain
would he have

by doing it now,
in front of all those witnesses?

I mean, what's that about?

You're claiming someone else
was on the balcony?

Yeah, 'cause I --
What do you mean "claiming"?

Guys, here's how
we're gonna play this.

Hardison, Parker, I want you
to keep searching for the safe.

Sophie, you're on crowd control.

No one leaves the ballroom
until we secure the blueprints.

- Eliot will -- - Eliot's, what, Eliot gonna
bust your ass out of jail -- again?

Listen, nothing's changed.
We still have a job to do.

Screw the job, Nate!

This guy's dead.
Somebody killed him.

Pretty soon, folks are gonna
start asking questions.

There was over a hundred people
at that party,

including a cop,
who, by the way, saw you.

Your fingerprints
are all over this.

And your point is?

The point is...

If we don't solve this murder,
you're cooked.

You get that?

Yeah.
I get that.

Okay.
Then forget the job.

Forget the blueprints.

If you didn't kill
this guy --

"If"?

If you didn't kill this guy,

then you're the only witness.

You better solve
this murder, Nate.

Or?

Or you're gonna take the fall.

Open up!
Salem P.D.

Yeah?

Hammett.
Detective Hammett?

I need to see Mr. Beck.

Sorry. No can do.

What part of "Detective Hammett"
aren't you getting, pal?

Well, he's not here.

And he told us not to tell
anybody where he was.

And he pays the bills.

There you are.

I need you to come
to the ballroom with me,

if you don't mind.

- Listen, Miss Sumac --
- Yma. - Yma.

I need you to come with me,
detective.

One of the "guests"
has some information for you.

Good work, Sophie.

Keep him busy
till we get through this.

All right, one good thing.

Killer's got
the same problem we do --

No way off the island
till the morning.

Nate?

Can you hear me?

Eliot, I need you to help me
find the killer.

And how do I do that, exactly?

This is a bad idea.

The way I get information out of
guys is usually loud and messy.

Tonight you're a grifter.
Adapt.

Yeah, when this is over,

me and you are gonna have
a little talk.

Just tell me what he looks like.

Medium build,
dark jacket, short hair.

Bingo.

Now, I want you to check
his inside jacket pocket

for something shiny.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

You're Capriotti, right?

What's it to you?

You met Miss Sumac.
Correct?

The foreign chick?

Nice rack.

The way you put your hands
on her,

that doesn't happen
if I'm in here.

That a fact?

Eliot, what are you doing?

That's funny.

'Cause I was thinking

about putting my hands
on her again.

Real friendly like.

Got something to say about it...

Cowgirl?

Yeah.

It's a flask.

It's all --
it's all part of the show.

How you doing?
Good sport, there.

Thank you.
Is that the guy?

I don't know.

Capriotti -- he hated Beck
for cheating the unions.

He threatened him...

I don't know.

I don't know.
It's not enough.

We can't eliminate him,

but I would bet on someone
who knew Beck better,

someone who had a personal beef
with him.

Like a coworker?

Try not to assault this one,
Eliot.

Messy and loud, Nate.
I told you -- adapt.

Damn blackout.

Prehistoric wire monsters.

Nate's killing folks.

I did not sign up for this.

Nate didn't kill anyone.
He said.

Still, well...

I hate this house.

This place reminds me
of my first grab.

Some lady's house
in the Philippines --

It was like a palace.

She had all these shoes.

These are
the last two boxes, man.

They don't hit,
we out of options.

There's something weird
about these hallways.

Weird? What?
Wait -- weird, how?

It's like the dimensions are off.

What you mean,
the dimensions? What?

Yeah, do you get that thing,

you know, when people freak out
in tight spaces?

Claustrophobia?
Mm.

No.

Baby girl, if there's anybody

who doesn't need to worry
about claustrophobia, it's y--

Uh...Hello?

Par--

Woman?

People, I lost Parker.

Damn it, Nate,
she's not on comms. Parker?

Eliot will find her.
That's his job.

Your job is finding the safe.

Parker!
Come on, girl!

Somebody better do something.

If this doesn't go well,
we could all lose our jobs,

and Mr. Beck,
he was very explicit --

Listen, Miss Sumac --

No -- Oh, please.
"Yma."

Yma.

All right,
I'm going to level with you.

I think Beck is dead.

No, no, no. This is all
just part of the game.

Then explain to me
why I found blood --

real blood --
on the floor where he fell.

Oh, my God.

You actually think
he might be dead.

I don't know.
I know something's wrong.

I'm gonna figure out what it is.

Look, I need you to stay close.

Because if this thing goes bad...

I want you out of harm's way.

Okay, Ray.
Whatever you say.

Hear that, Nate?

Case fit the description.

Go check his pocket.

Boy, that Beck.

He likes to make people sweat,
doesn't he?

Switching the evening's events
without notifying me?

The man's a total ass.

I need a drink.

So do I.

Want to join me?

Yes, please.

All right.

Sorry.

I got it. Smartphone?

No.

I mean, maybe.

Case was on the floor
asking questions.

He could have beaten me
down the stairs, I suppose.

Stay with him.

What are you doing, man?
There's chicks here.

Come on, now, girl.

I'm about tired
of looking for --

Ha! What's happening?
That's nice.

I like the cut on that.
You --

No. Okay.

I'm not supposed to be here, huh?
Mnh-mnh.

Right.
You're not gonna let me go.

Mnh-mnh.

That's cool. That's cool.
I got an invitation right here.

Man, that suit is GQ smooth.
I like that. You should do that.

It's...

Whoo! Down!

Come on!
I hate this house!

Parker, where are we?

See? I told you
there was something weird

about these walls.

Wait, Par--

Parker, the comms
can't get through here,

and -- and secret passage --
What, is that music?

Oh, you hear that, too?
Oh.

We must be underneath the party.

Hey, look.

Obviously, I'm real happy
that you're okay, right?

But you couldn't at least
pop out, let a brother know?

I mean, what was up?
What were you doing?

Morris Beck is a vampire.

Sometimes I wish someone

would put a stake
through his heart.

I'm not kidding.

A real stake.

Hear enough?

Eliot, check his jacket for rips.

I'm not gonna lie to you, man.

This is gonna hurt for a second.

What is?

Sorry.
I'm adapting.

There's no rips, Nate.

No rips.

I found Parker, y'all.

And we got news.

Yeah. This house is full
of secret passages.

You just have to pull
on a wall lamp.

Oh. And we found the safe
and the blueprints.

So we are officially done.

Yeah, I'm afraid not.

But, yay, Parker's back.

That's not exactly good news.

What? Why?

This proves anybody here
could have killed Beck.

Yeah, that's right,
including Nate.

Okay, quiet, quiet!

Quiet, everybody.
Quiet.

Just...Just...

Goodbye, my little friends.

Damn it.

What is it?
No signal?

No. Um...

I just wanted to get you alone.

Nice thought.

Though technically,
I'm still working.

But maybe I could make
an exception.

Do you really think
I'm this stupid?

I don't know what you mean.
Nothing.

Just that pretty sure

you've been lying to me
this whole time.

Which means you're not an
actress trying to keep her gig.

Which means you're in on it.

In on what?
Ray, I really don't know --

Yma Sumac was a singer
in the '50s.

"Yma" -- might want to learn how
to pronounce it.

I looked it up.

Along with a couple of other
names I think you might know.

Well, yes, I...

My mum was a really big fan.

Save it.

I also took a picture
of Mr. Gordon...

And I sent it to Interpol.

They say he's a guy
named Nathan Ford.

Grifter, thief, ex-con...

Bad guy.

You've got this all wrong.

I've never heard of this
Ford person in my entire life.

Wow, you're really good.

Now explain to me why there was
real blood on the floor...

Or why you're trying to stop me
from seeing Beck's body.

I never saw any blood, Ray.

My mother named me Yma
after her favorite singer.

I've worked
for Mystery Incorporated

for all of three weeks,

and I can't believe
you think I'm a killer.

Ugh.

It's like you really believe
what you're saying.

Now, you're gonna sit here,

you're gonna be quiet...

And I'm gonna go deal
with your partners.

Nate.

Hammet's on his way back to you.

Nate. Nate?!

Bugger!

Okay, guys. I got it.
I know who killed Morris Beck.

Out so I can see ya.

Okay, okay.
It's not what it looks like.

It looks like Morris Beck's
been murdered.

You're left holding the bag
for it.

Maybe it is what it looks like.

You know your rights, don't you?

Yeah. Yeah. I-I do.
Absolutely I do.

But I did not kill him.

I-I think I can tell you
who did.

Go ahead. I got nothing but time
till morning.

Okay.

Who killed Morris Beck?

Well, Beck arrives
at the party drunk.

He does this every year.

Greetings, everyone!

You don't want to be in bed
with Beck.

Guy like that
makes a lot of enemies.

You rigged that game, Beck.

You know it, and so do I.

Sometimes I wish somebody

would put a stake
through his heart.

So nobody liked the guy.
So what?

Yeah, so, motive.

I mean, everyone in the house
was an enemy of Beck's.

And you're enemy number one,
Nathan Ford.

Ex-convict.

Arrested five years ago

for making threats
against his employer,

I.Y.S. Insurance.

Sounds to me like somebody's
got an ax to grind

against a C.E.O.

You killed him.

Believe me, there are moments

where I definitely
could see him dead.

I wouldn't do it.
Someone would.

Someone did.
Someone did it in the dark

and got away fast.

All right, just for laughs,
where did they go?

Secret passages.

They run throughout the house.

See, the thing is...

whoever did this knew --
knew that Beck would be drunk.

And he gives his speech
on that balcony every year.

At the stroke of midnight,
someone will die.

And one of you is the killer.

Only this year,

during a blackout,

he loses his balance, he falls.

He breaks his neck.

Tonight was a mistake.

I'm not there, this thing plays
like an accident.

But you were there.
Everybody saw you there.

But the storm wasn't.

See, the blackouts --

They always follow the lightning

when the lightning strikes
the island's power station.

Lightning, blackout, lightning...

Blackout.

This time, it was blackout...

And lightning after.

Did you know that there's
a master junction box

in the pantry?
The killers did.

The killers.

The killers, yes.
That's right -- the killers.

There were two of them.

One was to pull
the master switch,

the other was to do the deed.

Hey, get out!

Two killers --
a team.

And who else knew
about these passages?

I don't think Beck was exactly

printing that stuff
on business cards.

Well, I'll tell ya --

Beck definitely,
his assistant, maybe,

some of the security staff,
Mr. Case.

Oh, and, uh, his daughter.

Yeah. His daughter.

You know, she's spoiled.
She's rich.

It's totaled, okay?

And the cops are being
totally frosty.

And I totally wasn't drunk
or anything.

Daddy needs to fix.

She's a lot smarter
than most people think.

And, you know, she's used
to getting her way,

and her dad is in
this financial bind,

you know, what with the lawsuits

and the union problems
and all that stuff.

So she's trying to get her hands
on the fortune

before he, daddy,
blows through it.

So she finds herself a lug.
She seduces the lug.

She convinces him
that it'd be great

to come up with this plan
and everything

against dear old dad.

The lug goes for it.

She even tells him
that maybe even after all this,

they could be together.

So, she shows the lug the secret
passages and everything.

She goes to the kitchen,
she pulls this switch,

creates a blackout.

The lug kills Morris Beck.

I mean, the whole thing
was just perfect.

Except you're there.

I...

I was there,
but I know I didn't do it.

And the killers --
they know I didn't do it.

Detective,
can I ask you a question?

May I please see your badge?

You see, I was there.

And I saw that the killer
had inside his jacket

a shiny metal object.

It was your badge.

Yeah. Well...

I got to hand it to you.
You really got me nailed.

Well, I'm glad you agree.

What's to stop me
from plugging you right now?

Everybody saw you there.

Once they find out
Beck's croaked,

who do you think
they're gonna believe?

You know, you're right.

It's -- it's a safe play.

Just one problem.

Let's go!

Eliot, we need the getaway now!

Ray! What the hell
is with the shooting?

I swear to God,
if you mess this up --

Oh, dear.

Someone's been
a very naughty girl.

Miss Sumac...

Please don't tell me this is
more of your "Mystery Night."

All right, Ford.

I got one bullet left.

It's got your name on it.

Do you know how long it took me
to hide that pipe wrench

in the library?

Detective Bonanno?

Nate Ford. Yeah.

Have I got a story for you.

Morris Beck was
a great businessman

and a great humanitarian.

That his own daughter is
responsible for his murder

is...well, "horrible" is the word.

What happens to Beckworx,
Mr. Case?

I'll tell you what.

You pay out $60 million
to my clients

and then straight
into receivership.

Case is playing his part well

considering how much
he hated the man.

Yeah, well, he got a hundred
grand for solving the murder

of Morris Beck.

I'd say he's feeling pretty good.

$100,000 is
a pretty good incentive.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Bye.

Not necessarily the best way
to celebrate a win.

There's good wins,
and there's not so good.

Not having to stand trial
for murder

seems like a good one, though.

Maybe. It's a good thing
they can't nail you

for what's in your mind.

Well, people think
all kinds of things.

For example,

I think I'm very relieved
that you're not a killer.

Really?
Oh, you say that now, huh?

I mean, there was a second
where each of you thought

that maybe I might have
done it, you know?

Even you.

And you think what?
That somehow means we don't trust --

No, no, no.
It's just -- it's, you know,

just kind of hard to miss that.

Well, it just --
it was one moment.

It was just a crazy moment.

None of us thinks you're a killer.

All right.

It's your bar.
Think.

It's what you do.

Yeah. Thanks.
Yeah, yeah.

But while you're thinking,
think about this.

Are you climbing into that bottle

because of what you think we see
when we look at you

or because of what you see
in the mirror?