All language subtitles for The Case of the Christmas Diamond.eng

This can't be happening.

Mother?
Mother, is something wrong?

- Where'd they go?
- Who?

Margaret, what happened?
Are you okay?

It's the diamond!

Someone's stole
the Christmas Diamond!

Having completed her investigation,

it was time for Detective Birdie
Pickett to reveal her solution.

"Two dead bodies."

Birdie said.

A wealthy executive
and a bartender.

Caught in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Meanwhile,

a room full of suspects.

All with the opportunity,
but most importantly, the motive,

to murder the contemptible CEO.

It was Josie! Josie did it!

Josie!

I can only imagine
how upset you must have been

after everything
you've given to the restaurant.

And that is how we do things...

...back in Bayou Country.

Okay, then.

Mrs. Kenilworth,
thank you so much for inviting me.

Olivia told me your Christmas parties
were legendary...

I should've just booked
an Airbnb.

- Andy!
- Olivia!

You didn't have any trouble
finding the place, did you?

The GPS got a little funky
the last mile or so.

I should've warned you.
The signals are not great.

What are you doing?
You're a guest! Bridgette?

I'm just happy you're here to save me
from the chaos that is my family.

As if you gave me a choice.

What? I was supposed
to let my best friend

spend Christmas alone
in her apartment?

Binging audio books
and eating Chinese takeout?

Maybe I like spending Christmas
with General Tso.

Looking good, Gary!

That's my uncle, Gary.
He loves three things.

Money, family and Christmas.
Specifically in that order.

Here you go, sister.

Mother has a whole itinerary.
Game night tonight,

spiced ale tomorrow on Tibb's Eve.

That's Christmas Eve Eve.
Dinner on the 24th,

and then finally,
the big soiree Christmas day.

Game night?

If you liked my family before,

just wait 'till you see
how competitive they can get.

To be honest, I'm surprised
she agreed to let me stay.

You didn't tell her?

- There are more than enough rooms.
- She looks down on me!

She's a Kenilworth.
We look down on everyone.

Bunch of spoiled babies.

Take my brother, Liam.

Thirty years old and still having
his mail sent to mommy's house.

- Don't worry.
- They're gonna love you.

I'm not worried.

- What?
- You always look away when you lie!

- I do not.
- You just did it again!

Fine. But as long as your family's game
isn't poker, I'll be fine.

Come on, I'll give you the tour.

Kitchen's this way.

Look at that.

Something smells amazing!

It wasn't enough for my mother
to hire a private chef.

Oh, no. She needed
a Michelin award winner.

Michelin, huh?

If you value your life,
you'll back away from my vichyssoise!

- Raphael, this is my friend, Candace.
- Oh, please. Just Andy.

She's spending Christmas with us.

A guest! In that case...

Like?

She was actually wondering
if you could make General Tso's chicken.

Olivia!

Mademoiselle, I shall make you a chicken
the General himself could only dream of.

That espresso machine
must have cost a fortune!

A gift from my Uncle Gary.

As if that woman has ever made
a cup of coffee in her life!

- If you need someone to make coffee--
- Oh, no, you don't.

You're here to relax, not work!

Come on.
I'll get you situated in your room.

- What's wrong with you?
- Excuse me?

- Oh, no, not you. I am on the phone.
- Right! Sorry.

Yeah. No, I'm sorry.
I should've... been...

Andy?

You remember Liam?
My brother from another mother.

You look...

- You've grown up.
- It happens.

Any ways, Andy is gonna be spending
Christmas with us.

Awesome. I gotta take this,
but if you're around, let's catch up.

Why not?

- No, I saw it was a photo finish...
- "Brother from another mother"?

When we were growing up, no one
seemed to believe we were related.

Frankly, I still don't.

You're in luck. He just
called off his engagement.

My best friend's brother?
Aren't there like, rules about that?

Besides that is literally
the last thing on my mind right now.

I saw that.

No! No, no.
I specifically told the clerk.

This party needs to be unique!

Yes.

Oh, hold on. My daughter, whom I
haven't seen in three months,

just arrived from San Francisco.

Mother...

I asked for amaryllis and they send me
a van full of poinsettias.

I mean, does this place look like
a Michael's to you?

Your diamond.

I had it cleaned for your party
as requested.

Thank you, Bridgette.

- That's a diamond?
- Wait 'til you see it.

She loves it
more than her two children.

What is Candace doing here?

Andy is actually staying with us.

It's okay, really. I can stay at the motel
down the street.

She is not staying at a motel,
she's staying in our spare guest room.

The guest room?
Where I keep my very-expensive,

very rare,
imported German figurines?

Unless you'd like me to stay
in the motel as well?

We'd love to have you.

Love you, Mother.

Are you still there? Yes, good.

Could you please have someone connect
me to someone who actually has taste?

Hey, don't let mother get to you.

She's got this whole confident,
posh society woman act down.

It's just to hide how stressed she is.

I've got this.
Go be with your family.

You don't look that expensive.

"Pardon moi, but where might
a lady find the loo?"

Look at this place.

I'm more than happy
to help the department.

Let me write you a check.

Andy.

I'm sure there is a perfectly good
explanation as to why you're in my study.

I was looking for the loo...
bathroom.

- Other direction.
- My apologies.

Wait. This is Detective Billings.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I've been watching you since the moment
you pulled through my gates.

I know everything
that happens in my house.

- Is that right?
- Don't be so tough on her, Margaret.

She... doesn't look like
she's got anything to hide.

Isn't that right?

Well, there was this parking ticket
I got a couple of months ago.

I'll let that one slide.

I'll get out of your hair.

- Hey, Andy.
- Yeah.

See you around.

I look forward to it.

This is ridiculous!

We fly all the way across the country
to make her a killer offer,

couldn't care less!

Heaven forbid someone actually
say no to you for once, Daddy.

No phones in the house
during functions.

Mother's rules.

- Harper. We do it every year.
- Yeah. And it's annoying every year.

We need to stay
on your aunt's good side.

- My aunt isn't an influencer.
- Neither are you.

I see you've met my Aunt Leonora,
Uncle Gary's wife.

And my cousin, Harper.

That apple didn't fall far from the tree.

Newton's law at its finest.

- What's their story?
- Sour grapes.

Older sister inherits
all the money, marries wealthy,

while the younger half brother
just fails at one venture after another.

Phone?

- What are we supposed to do?
- Make conversation? Like the old days?

Wait, is that...

Jackie Evenson! The writer?

She and my mother
have been friends for years.

- Ma'am, can I get that for you?
- No, it's fine. I got it.

- No, no, really, I'll take it.
- It's fine. Oh, if you insist.

Well, I don't believe
we've had the pleasure. And you are...

A fan. Big fan.

Candace Kayne.

Candace Kayne, huh?
As in "Candy Cane"?

- Please. Just Andy.
- So, "Just Andy."

Olivia's childhood friend,
formerly of New England?

- She told you about me?
- She didn't have to.

Then how did you...

Well, you're the same age, and, as the
only other non-Kenilworth in attendance,

I imagine the Jeep parked out front

with the summer camp
bumper sticker on it belongs to you?

- And what about New England?
- Well...

If the likes of Olivia Kenilworth
were in attendance,

I imagine Camp Bayview
was not inexpensive.

In which case, one of your parents
probably worked there,

which means you grew up
within commuting distance.

Christmas cookie?

"There is no greater pleasure
in life than--"

"...than a well-made cookie."
You've read Mayhem Molasses!

Are you kidding? That was your
very first Birdie Pickett mystery!

Although, personally, I don't think
the miniseries did her justice.

You and me both.

Don't look now.

Who is that?

Remember how I told you my brother
just called off his engagement?

I present

Amelia Vanderkamp.

As in the Vanderkamps?
One of the richest families in the city?

The country, actually.
Mother keeps a chart.

Liam!

Amelia?

I must admit, I was surprised
your mother invited me.

Well, that makes two of us.

But since I'm here, I was
hoping the two of us could talk?

I don't think there's anything
left to say.

You're really that determined
to throw us away?

Yes.

Oh, good! We're all here!

If you would, please join me in
the dining room for a pre-game feast!

Amelia.

Margaret.

Please.

There you go.

Bless you.

So, when you say "Michelin award
winning," are you referring to the tire?

Because this looks like rubber.

It's so cute, my half sister
is trying so hard to impress us.

I don't recall anyone complaining about
the caviar from Zabars last year.

I would have prepared
the meal myself,

but things have just been
so busy at the company.

Well, I wouldn't take
any victory laps just yet.

What are you trying to say?

What I'm trying to say that it's
all about market trends.

Construction is up.
Therefore, people need concrete.

It's not gonna last.

Wouldn't these trends affect
the real estate market as well?

People will always need housing.

I'm actually headed back on the
red-eye to close on a new property.

Three hundred units. Park view.

In other words, you came all this way
to hit your sister up for money?

And to see everyone.

Candace,

Margaret tells me
you're a waitress?

It's actually just Andy.

Barista. Part time.
Just so I can pay back my student loans.

She's actually a very talented writer.

She has a degree in creative
writing from Berkeley.

My first job out of school was writing
instructional manuals for DVD players.

Well. At least I know
who to call if I need a latte.

Mother.

If I could please have
everyone's attention.

A toast!

To exciting new business ventures,
present and future.

And to the company
of loved ones.

Cheers.

No.

Cheers.

You wouldn't believe how much
they wanted for that estate.

- Hi.
- Thank you.

Twenty bucks says
she asks for cookies.

Is there anything
you won't bet on?

Thirty?

You're on.

You wouldn't happen to have
any milk and cookies, would you?

And the prices of those houses are way
high.

Mother.

You've barely said a word
to Amelia all night.

- Please...
- Would it really kill you to talk to her?

Do you have any idea
what she's worth?

You're something else,
you know that?

And with the market the way that it is,
why bother?

Anyone hear that?

I think there's someone out there!

- Merry Christmas, boys and girls!
- So embarrassing.

Every year Santa brings
the games for game night.

And the newest guest
gets to choose the first one.

Wait, you mean me?

Well, we couldn't possibly neglect
a cherished, time-honored tradition.

Go on. Make it a good one.

Or, better yet, none at all.
Then we can be done for the night.

- It's okay. I'll let someone else pick.
- Rules are rules.

Fine.

How about... Who-Dun-It?

We all used to play this
at camp, remember?

Everyone picks a card
and the object of the game

is to figure out which player
goes with which identity.

You were so good at it, too!

Mind if I take a peek?

Put that silly game away.

I've got something far more
interesting in mind to play.

This year, we're going to play
a new game.

I call it Windfall.

I won't lie.

Financially,
it's been a very good year,

not to mention that... Well,
my dividends have paid out quite well.

So, in the spirit of giving,

I've decided to share
my good fortune with one of you.

The object of the game
is quite simple.

You're going to pitch why you

and you alone deserve the prize.

Well, you don't expect us
to believe that Margaret Kenilworth

is just going to give
money away, do you?

Who said anything about money?

No. The winner of this game...

gets my Christmas Diamond.

And, since my son is
so fond of tradition,

our guest will choose
the winner!

Oh, no, no, no.
I couldn't possibly--

No, no, no, no.
It's okay. It's just a game.

Is it, now?

No pressure, dear.

All you have to do is decide
who gets the Christmas Diamond.

Well, let the games begin.

I want all of you to take just a moment
to carefully think about your pitch.

I don't need a moment.
The answer is obvious.

Everyone knows precious
metals and gems

are the most stable investments
on the market.

And I am the only person in this room
who can guarantee to triple its value.

Minus a small percentage
for myself, of course.

What if my mother
doesn't want to inest?

-You just want it for yourself.

Well, in all fairness, everyone knows
I love her the most. Right, Mother?

It would help me launch
my own fashion line.

Business not exactly booming?

Excuse me if we're not
all buying up real estate.

If you're gonna give it
to one of the kids,

at least give it to the one
still in school.

So, you, basically.

Do you even have any designs?

- Actually--
- Well, what about me?

I'm practically family.

Well, since we're opening it up,

Jackie, care to make a pitch?

I'm perfectly comfortable,
thank you.

- Could buy you a bigger house.
- I'm a divorcee living in Beverly Hills.

I have more than enough space.

Perhaps your chef could use it
to buy himself another award!

I earned that award!

My pallet begs to differ.

Perhaps your pallet
would prefer fast food.

What about Bridgette?

- The maid?
- Butler.

I mean, let's be honest.
Does anyone else here really need it?

Candace does.

I'm good, thanks.

Oh, sweetie, I've seen your car.

You are not good.

Andy.
Have you made your decision yet?

I appreciate you putting
your trust in me,

but honestly,

I wouldn't
even know where to begin.

Oh, you silly girl,

- I'd never put my trust in you.
- But--

Do you really think I would let you decide
what to do with my diamond?

No, I've made my own decision!

And, I've decided

that not one of you

deserves my diamond.

My sister just loves lording
over the rest of us, doesn't she?

My outfit.

Do you have any idea
how much this costs?

Okay, it was clearly an accident!

My family has fired maids for less!

- Mrs. Kenilworth, if you'd just--
- Amelia's right.

Bridgette, you're fired.

Go on.

It's Christmas!

Well, in the spirit of the season,

let me give you some advice.

Never forget your place.

Excuse me.

Please. As if I haven't had
a hundred of these things.

Since when?

Wow, Mom. You really are oblivious.

Not until we talk.

I wouldn't want to take you away
from my aunt's money.

Is that what you think?

You don't even like these people!

We don't have to like them.
They're family.

Finally. The first honest thing
you've said all day!

Harper! Harper!

- Harper, don't walk away from me.
- You never listen to me.

- So what's the point?
- What is going on with you?

There's nothing wrong with my trip.
I don't get it. What's the deal?

Moment of truth.

On a scale of one to ten,
ten being in absolute train wreck.

Ten.
Definitely a ten.

You always had the cutest laugh.

Thank you?

Do you remember that one summer
we made dreamcatchers at camp?

I remember the summer
I made a dreamcatcher.

As I recall, you got
a little tangled in yours.

And as I recall you laughed so hard your
Mountain Dew spurted out your nose!

- I forgot about that.
- Yeah.

I think my sister still has
some Polaroids of it somewhere.

The one and only "Candy Kayne."

I still can't believe you're here.

And not just here,
but also under, you know...

Let me guess.

"We couldn't possibly neglect
a cherished, time-honored tradition."

Exactly.

- We should probably...
- Yeah.

You know what?
I should make some more cocoa.

Why don't we have the professional
make some coffee?

I, for one,
would love an espresso!

Tell me. Have you ever had
a spiced gingerbread latte?

- I can't say I've had the pleasure.
- Then today is your lucky day.

Harper, this is ridiculous.
I cannot believe you are doing this to us.

- What?
- I can't believe you.

You know what? I need some air.

Where are you going? Harper!

What are you doing?
He's your best friend's brother!

What? Is it a fuse?

- What happened?
- Probably just a fuse.

I'll find it.
Gotta take this thing off first.

I'll help.

What are we supposed to do?

Great.

Who is that?

- This can't be happening.
- Mother? Mother is something wrong?

- Where'd they go?
- Who?

Margaret, what happened?
Are you okay?

It's the diamond!
Someone's stole the Christmas Diamond!

- Andy, did you see anyone?
- Just the car outside.

I'm telling you!
It was right there!

What's going on?
What's all the ruckus?

Looks like someone got
the diamond after all!

The Christmas Diamond is missing?

Well, forget game night.

Looks like we've got ourselves
a real mystery!

It has to be here somewhere!

If I don't leave soon,
I'm gonna miss my flight.

No one's going anywhere.

- Not until we find my diamond.
- Oh, for crying out loud!

You probably just forgot
where you put it.

No, it was right there with me
in the study.

Which means someone took it.

And, since the rest of my staff
had already left,

my money is on one of you.

Until we figure out who,

no one is allowed to leave.

Maybe it was that horrid chef.
Or that clumsy maid.

- Butler.
- Bridgette already had the diamond.

If she wanted it,
she could have kept it.

What do you think?

The first rule of crime solving
is observation.

Well, what about Andy?

- Amelia...
- No, no. Go on.

I want to hear this.

Well,

she being a woman
of limited means,

I'm guessing she's probably
up to her eyeballs in student debt.

So that automatically
makes her a criminal?

Frankly, if anyone's acting
suspicious around here,

it's you, Uncle Gary.

- Me? What do you mean?
- Why the sudden hurry to leave?

I told you, I have to,
I have to close a deal.

Right. Tell us again how successful
your business is?

Why?

Because truly successful people

don't keep reminding people
how successful they are.

You've never lived in New York.

- And where were you?
- She was talking to me.

Then I went outside
to take a phone call.

How? I took your phone.

My other phone.

I'm an influencer.
My phone is my life!

Yeah, keep saying that.
Maybe it'll actually come true.

Sweetkins, honey?

Nice.

Sweetkin, honey! Honey!

Look, before you go point
your finger at my little girl,

I suggest you take
a closer look to home.

Why would I steal
my mother's diamond?

I don't know.

Why wouldn't you know where the circuit
breaker is in your own house?

- What about Olivia?
- What about me?

A multi-million dollar diamond

is certainly better
than collecting unemployment.

Who said anything
about being unemployed?

You're the one that said you needed
the money for work.

Because I wanted to start
my own company!

If you must know, the company
that I work for

just finished designing a sneaker line
for an NBA star,

and I had to sign an NDA.

So forgive me if I don't put myself
in legal trouble just to impress you.

Excuse me.

Oh, good.
She's ready to confess.

Actually, I was going to suggest
that we search our rooms.

- Our rooms?
- Actually, Andy has a point.

It's likely our thief has the diamond on
them or they've stashed it somewhere.

This is, this is ridiculous.

The sooner we find it,
the sooner Margaret will let us leave.

Although, she does have a point.

Well, what if I say I don't want Candace
going through my things?

- I'd say you're hiding something.
- Please.

Jackie, you're an impartial party.

Would you mind leading the search?

Not at all. However,
I would like her to come along.

Jackie, you really
don't have to.

As of this moment,
you are my assistant.

And "the game is afoot,"
my dear Watson.

Guess it wasn't Harper.

Come on. Gary and Leonora's room
is that way.

I'll catch up with you.

I swear.

I only came back
for a few things.

You've always been kind to me.
Why would I hurt you?

Margaret is many things.
Kind is not one of them.

I didn't even come back inside
until after the power went out.

I thought it might be a chance
to grab a few things I'd forgotten.

You ordered a ride, didn't you?

That explains the car I saw.

Well, I suppose since you're back here
you might as well stay and help out.

So I'm no longer fired?

Consider it probation.

I think I found something
you're all going to want to see.

In whose room?

Hers.

In there.

I hope you slept well
last night,

because you have some serious
explaining to do.

Margaret, I warned you.
She is nothing but trouble.

I knew it from the moment
I've set eyes on her.

You can always tell a person
based on their family.

You look like you could use
one of these.

Thanks, but I'm not hungry.

Did no one else think
it was a coincidence

that she, of all people, just happened
to find it in my suitcase?

Why? Because you're trying
to hook up with my fiancé?

Ex-fiancé.

So you do like him!

- Oh, please.
- Curious.

You broke eye contact
when you said that.

But not when you said
you didn't take the diamond.

I don't suppose nervous habits
are admissible in court?

- Afraid not.
- I think I'll have one after all.

What is this?

Give that to me.

I brought this back
from Rödental myself 30 years ago!

- I wasn't gonna take it. I just...
- You just what?

I forgot it was in my pocket!

- Don't worry.
- Detective Billings, please.

Margaret Kenilworth.

It's urgent.

Of course, I'll hold.

I told you, it was an accident!

You honestly expect me to believe

that you accidentally pocketed
a collectible worth $5,000?

And who knows what else
she's capable of.

The house has security cameras,
I imagine they record somewhere?

No. You'll have to ask Liam.
He set them up.

Olivia, I swear. I didn't take
anything from your mother.

Okay, this is right after the lights came
back on and my mother screamed.

You see! I was in the kitchen.

What about those blind spots?
Is there another angle?

That's it for the hallway.

You would have seen me cross.

- Unless you took the other way out.
- Other way out?

- Well, I'll be--
- Oh, come on!

- How would I know that was there?
- Maybe Liam told you.

- But he didn't!
- Or Bridgette.

You two seemed chummy.

I swear on my life,
I had nothing to do with this!

Olivia? Olivia!

You gotta admit, Andy.

It looks pretty bad.

Okay, fine.

Let's pretend for a minute
that I did do it.

What do you think happened?

Let's start with when you went to the
kitchen supposedly to make coffee.

"Supposedly?"

What if you took the secret elevator
to the basement,

and cut the power instead.

Then, with everyone thinking
you were still in the kitchen,

you took the elevator back up
to the study.

Where you watched and waited

for just the right moment,

and stole the diamond.

Then you simply came back down
to the kitchen

and waited for Gary
to turn the power back on.

You had the opportunity,
you had the motive,

and let's not forget the item
was recovered from your possession.

It was recovered from my bag.
I'd call that a pretty big difference.

And I'd call that probable cause.

Why would someone want
to put it in your things?

Maybe the thief panicked

when they found out we were searching
the rooms and hid it,

hoping to retrieve it later.

Or, someone's deliberately
setting me up?

- Have you thought about that?
- Who would do such a thing?

Amelia? Or Margaret.

We know they both hate me.

Tell you what.
I'll make you a bet.

Now you sound like Liam.

If I can poke three holes
in your theory,

you have to accept the possibility
that someone's setting me up.

And if you don't?

I'll drive to the police station myself.

So, how about it?

I accept. But humor me.

How exactly do you plan
to pull off this minor miracle?

What would you say to a good
old-fashioned interrogation?

I'd say good idea.

There's just one thing
I'll be requiring first.

Cookie?

I had breakfast, thank you.

They're my mother's recipe.
She had a secret ingredient.

Finally a case I can really
sink my teeth into.

Any particular reason
why you wanted them?

All in due time,
my young apprentice.

Please, tell us what happened.

Well, I went to the study to put
the diamond back in the safe.

The next thing I knew

the lights went out.

By the time
the power came back on...

the diamond was gone.

Well, Liam and I had gone
looking for the circuit breaker.

I'm in charge of
the Christmas lights every year,

so believe me, I know a thing
or two about fuses.

Anyways, he went upstairs,

I went to the basement.

I mean, of course, I was right. Come on,
circuit breaker upstairs? Really?

And my half sister says
her side of the family got all the brains?

Oh, jeez.

Speaking of your sister,

this afternoon, it sounded like you two
might have had a disagreement.

We fly all the way across the country
to make her a killer offer,

couldn't care less!

What exactly was this killer
offer you were fighting about?

I wouldn't call it a fight.

We'd simply offered the woman
an opportunity for new investment.

Is it so wrong to want to share
our good fortune with family?

Are you sure it was her
good fortune you cared about?

What are you suggesting?

Just trying to fill in details.

Details?

You wouldn't know the first thing
about wealth management.

Seriously,
what is the point of all this?

We all know
what really happened.

Personally,
I wish the cops would just come

and put an end
to this ridiculous charade.

Do we really know what happened?

Beyond a reasonable doubt?

Speak of the devil.

You don't think...

Yes?

Really?

Okay, great.
See you then.

You'll be happy to know that
that was the detective calling me back.

I appreciate your concern.

But if you'd permit me to investigate
for just a little while longer.

Well, lucky for you then.

I want Billings to investigate,

and he isn't able to come
until tomorrow afternoon.

At which time,

he'll be taking statements
personally,

and in all likelihood,

taking you.

So I'm not the one
to be concerned here.

Are you sure?

Because I'm innocent.

And that means whoever did steal
your diamond is still here in this house!

Prove it.

Or the only piece of jewelry
you'll be getting this Christmas

will be a pair of handcuffs.

I've known Margaret for 20 years.
You can't let her get to you.

I know, it's just...

- She's so good at it!
- Stay focused.

- So, are we done here?
- Not quite.

Let's skip ahead to later an evening.

After Bridgette spilled on you.

I went to go clean off my outfit.

Which, incidentally,
is probably completely ruined.

I ran into Harper in the kitchen.

And we had the loveliest
little mother-daughter chat.

It seemed pretty heated.

- I can't believe you.
- You know what, I need some air.

Where are you going?

I'd told my mother that I'm not going
to France with the university.

I mean, I am going. Just...

not for school.

What's his name?

Cedric.

He'd come as part of the exchange
program last semester.

I told my mother that he's...

...handsome, he's educated.

He comes from a good family.

Not to mention, he's uber-rich.

This was what,
your third school?

Fourth.

How did your family react
to the news?

Aunt Margaret trying to cut off
my inheritance.

That seems a little drastic,
considering.

Indeed.

And where were you
when the blackout happened?

Outside.
In the garden.

Texting Cedric.

See?

Did anyone else see you?

That weird French guy.

- The chef?
- Raphael.

Yoo-hoo, Liam. Over here.

Sorry. It's all...

You know, it's kind of exciting.

This been my first interrogation,

I mean not that, it's a...

- You know what I mean.
- Just take us through what happened.

Okay, well...

Andy left to go make coffee,

and then the power went out,

and Uncle Gary and I went
to go look for the fuse box.

You didn't know where it was?

Well, Mother always had people
take care of stuff like that.

Wait. You're not asking
if I had something to do with the...

with, with what happened?

Well, did you?

No.

I mean,
even if I was gonna take it,

why would I do it last night,
when the house was full of guests?

- I could've gone into the study any time.
- Good point.

Did anyone actually see you
go upstairs?

Liam?

No.

No. There was no one else up there.

Yes, I was upstairs.

I was feeling tired
and I wanted to lie down.

You didn't, by any chance,
happen to see Liam, did you?

Well, as a matter of fact,
I did.

Funny, because he specifically said
there was no one else up there.

That's probably because
he wanted to spare her feelings.

You honestly didn't believe
it takes that long

to look for a circuit breaker, did you?

I didn't come back down until
after the power came back.

When Margaret screamed.

In any case,

I hope I was of some help.

It's always hard to see something so
horrible happen to someone so close.

Thank you.

What a family.

Okay.
Three holes.

Three holes.

I got it!

Hole one.

You suggested that I took the elevator
to and from the basement.

But the elevator
runs on electricity.

That would have made it useless
during the blackout.

Not bad.

Hole two.

While it's true I might have had a motive,
I'm certainly not the only one.

And lots of people besides me
had an opportunity.

Do I hear number three?

Andy?

Look, Jackie,

you know I'm one of your biggest fans

and the last thing I'd ever want to do
is accuse you of anything.

Says the girl who's about
to accuse me of something.

Well,

even you would have to admit that,
lately you've been...

borrowing from some
of your earlier works.

I'm listening.

For instance,
I guessed the killer's identity

in the 2nd chapter
of Murder at 30,000 Feet,

because it was the exact
same motive and culprit as--

Blood on the snow.

- You got me.
- Of course, I'm referring to the book.

Since the movie changed
the killer's identity.

Well, they thought
it'd be easier to get a name.

But I fail to see the relevance.

Well, if we are borrowing
from some of our past works,

consider the plot
Fatal Combination.

A priceless jewel disappears
from an heiress's safe

in the middle of a dinner party.

As I recall,
wasn't the twist in that book

that the one who done it
was the detective herself?

- Three holes.
- See?

I didn't do it!

You poked three holes in my theory.
That doesn't mean you're innocent.

Yeah.

I've got it.

- I've cracked the case!
- You did?

It took a while, but I finally
figured it out! Black pepper.

Yes, Jackie.

Black pepper.

You never did tell me
why you wanted them in the first place.

Simple. A guilty party will always
want to find something to focus on

to sell their prevarication.

Such as, say, a plate
of freshly baked cookies?

Not to mention,
it's much more tasty than a polygraph.

Look at the time, it's getting late.
We'll finish this in the morning.

- But the detective will be here.
- In the afternoon.

We'll have it
all figured out by then.

You look like you could use some
of our famous Kenilworth spiced ale.

Mother makes it special every Tibb's Eve.

- Is it alcoholic?
- Very.

I'm guessing you haven't had
much luck solving the case?

Honestly?
I'm a little light on motives.

Well, how about I walk you
to your room and we can talk about it.

Why didn't you say
you saw Amelia upstairs?

What exactly did she tell you?

Andy?

Come on. I'll walk with you.

Why do I feel like a prisoner?

- You're not locked up.
- I might as well be.

The police are coming tomorrow.

Just try to get some rest, okay?

Jackie?

You believe me, don't you?

Three holes.

Good night.

I figure...

it's either someone
who's trying to threaten me

or...

Or what?

Help me.

Come on.

We've known each other how long?

Do you really think
I could steal anything from anyone?

Ever?

I admit I...

may have rushed a little
in doubting you.

Doubting what, exactly?

You can play
your little games with me.

But you mess with my son,

and you will witness a side
of me you wish you never knew.

Oh, my God.

Besides,
he's already spoken for.

By someone far more deserving
of his affections than you.

Does your family
own a typewriter?

It's this one.

Okay, you got me.

See how the triangle
of the "A" is filled in?

This machine is a match.

Any thoughts
on who could have used this?

Besides yours and hers,
are there any other keys?

Liam.

And she keeps an extra key
in the kitchen for the staff.

So theoretically,
anyone could have access.

Correct.

You know, there is one person
we didn't talk to last night.

Someone on the staff.

Little Miss Entitled
was telling the truth.

Fast-forward to the blackout.

He went inside
before the blackout.

He had time to cut the power
and steal the diamond.

We need to find him.

- What is it?
- The clicker for the gate!

It's missing!

No, no, no, stop it right there.

What is going on?
What's all the racket?

The chef. He's on the run!

Margaret, check upstairs!

I'm checking down here.

Gary! What are you doing?

Where is he?

You could have hurt someone!

- What was that? A musket?
- Come on, he couldn't have gotten far!

Raphy!

We just want to talk!

- Raphael!
- Raphael!

I don't see him.

If he is innocent,

he's doing a terrible job
trying to convince us.

Look. About last night...

We're not kids at camp anymore.

Whatever happened with Amelia
is your business, not mine.

But that's the thing.
Nothing did happen.

Tell me something.

And I want the truth, okay?

I promise.

How much money do you owe?

I didn't see that coming.

I can't help it.
I love a good mystery.

How did you know?

When we first met,

you were carrying a newspaper
open to the sports pages.

I'm guessing for bets
you'd placed.

You were having a heated conversation
on the phone with someone.

And you have a tendency
to make everything a wager.

Twenty bucks says
she asks for cookies.

Is there anything
you won't bet on?

Hundred and fifty thousand.

I hate to say it,
but I just found your motive.

What were you really doing upstairs
during the blackout?

I know there's something
you're not telling me.

You're right. I wasn't alone.

I saw that Amelia was in her room.
And...

I went to go see her.

I reminded her
that it was over between us

and that I wanted her to go home.

How'd she take that?

She said she would.

That is until mother locked
the whole place down

like her private
little Xanadu Alcatraz.

That sounded like my mother.

Mother!

So you're saying you have no clue
whether or not you were pushed.

All I know is, is one moment
I'm at the top of the stairs,

looking for Raphael,

and the next moment,
I'm lying on the floor,

with my head pounding.

Well, we're gonna have
to get that checked out.

And that's not a request, Margaret.

Better safe than sorry.

Right.

We'd all gone out
to look for Raphael.

This big time chef my half sister tried
to impress us with.

It wasn't until we heard Mother's
screams that we all went running.

Bridgette was the first to find her.

She was just lying there.
At the bottom of the stairs.

There's no way
Raphy could ever hurt anyone.

I never dreamed that we would be
in some kind of physical danger.

If I were you,

I'd be asking about...

Andy.

Andy and I were out
by the garden when it happened.

You don't think this case will be
big enough for a vlog, do you?

Or a podcast?

Can you think of anyone who may
have wanted to harm Margaret?

My sister?

I imagine a better question
might be...

Who didn't?

Anything?

Someone stopped the recording
just before she fell.

Hey!

I got you!

All right. Let's go, buddy.

Can I help you?

I'm a crime writer.

Jackie Evenson.

My wife is a huge fan.

I was hoping you might allow
my assistant and me to observe?

This is an active police investigation.

Perhaps your wife might like a signed
advanced copy of my latest novel?

Please.

Only to observe.

Wolfgang Puck here was
just about to tell me

how he shoved Margaret
down the stairs,

weren't you?

No!
I never laid a hand on Margaret!

As for the night of the theft,

Oui, I was outside.

I needed some air after what
that woman said about my work.

Finally, I went back inside.

And then the power
went out of the house, right?

- How convenient.
- Is it?

Is older house.
Older wiring.

I have to be careful
with the appliances as it is.

And that's when you stole
the diamond, right?

- Who? Me?
- Yeah, you.

All the fame, the accolades,

little criticism from Leonora
had to sting, no?

Maybe you were thinking payback.

One victim, ten suspects.

And because everyone
was separated, ten opportunities.

I bet you a cookie that if the police
were to question everyone,

they'd find ten innocent people.

Nine.

Nine innocent people.

And one liar.

- Raphael...
- Excuse me, Miss Evenson...

You say you have nothing to hide.

Then why did you try to escape?

I said I didn't hurt anyone.
I didn't say I had nothing to hide.

Then, please. Tell them the truth.

For years, I have been working
with Margaret.

Catering. Consultations.

When the work
became more consistent,

she gave me access to funds
to cover expenses.

Business at the restaurant
was not so good at first.

I had to borrow money.
Just to make ends meet.

Let me guess.

You didn't ask.

I planned to pay it back
before she knew it was even gone!

How much exactly did you "borrow"?

Thirty or forty thousand.

Thirty or forty... thousand?

But that's why I went back
into the house!

To pay it back. Plus interest!

I know how it looks like.

My prints were on the safe.
I had a motive.

That's why I ran.

Not because I stole a diamond.

Certainly not
because I hurt someone.

You just admitted you're a thief.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

The Thief.

- Pardon?
- The card.

At first, I thought it was someone
trying to accuse me.

But what if it was a clue?

Look.

This artwork, the thief,

the food,
and Raphael?

That can't be a coincidence!

Excellent work, Andy.

This means that someone on the inside
knew his secret.

Mother!

Do you know how many times
I fell off my horse when I was little?

It's gonna take a little more
than a tumble to break me.

Still under the circumstances,

I've decided to cancel
tomorrow's Christmas party.

- So, that's it then, we can leave.
- Gary!

What? We all saw.
They caught the guy.

Not just yet. I'll be back in the morning
to investigate this diamond incident.

But it was returned.

Are you forgetting the part where
someone tried to kill my Mother?

Or she slipped. Right?
Accidents happen. Come on.

You seem to be
in a bit of a hurry.

Yes, I am.

I have to get back to the city and there's
still time to grab the red-eye.

So I think I'm gonna do that.

Well, unfortunately, I'm gonna have to
ask all of you to stick around for a bit.

Including you, handsy.

Good evening.

- Thank you, Detective.
- My pleasure, Margaret.

Don't think
this changes anything.

Margaret, for crying out loud,
an arrest has been made.

Okay, Mother.

I apologize.

It would seem my friend
is having a hard time

accepting
that you're off the hook.

Except, Raphael is innocent.

You know something, don't you?

Come now, Jackie,

what's the fun in opening your presents
before Christmas morning?

The Prowler.

You were waiting for her
to open the safe,

but how did you get in without
the security cameras seeing you?

It couldn't be that simple.

Jackie!

Andy! You scared the beezus out of me!

I was just about to have a little
midnight snack if you care to join...

"The Prowler"?

At first,
I didn't know what it meant.

Then when I went into the study,
I started to think,

how did the thief get in
without being seen?

Look.

Footprints outside the study.

The reason no one was seen
going into the study

was because
they were already inside!

The window.
That's how they got in.

If we can match the shoes,
we could find the thief!

Amelia?

What's going on?

And what are you doing in here?

We wanted to ask you
some questions.

At two in the morning? Hey!

- What are you looking for?
- Your shoes.

My shoes?

hy?

Where were you when
the blackout happened?

Am I a suspect now?

Amelia, everyone in this house
is a suspect.

Unless you have an alibi.

I told you,

I came back here to lie down.

And then Liam came in.

Yes, Liam told me all about it.

Did he?

Nothing happened, did it?

Okay. So I might have embellished
a little bit earlier.

Embellished how, exactly?

You're right.

Nothing happened.

In fact, Liam told you that
he wanted you to leave, didn't he?

Well, you're the detective,
Jackie.

Is that detail really relevant
to my alibi?

Just answer her question.

Yes.
Happy?

Not quite.

At what point
did you go into Andy's room?

And if I were you, I'd be very careful

how you answer that question.

I saw the way he was laughing
and flirting with her.

And so I got jealous, okay?

Because he was laughing?

Because he never smiled
at me that way.

Really?

So I wanted to find out
more about you.

What makes you,
a nobody from Maine...

- New Hampshire.
- Massachusetts.

...so special?

Was it stupid? Yeah.

Petty? Definitely.

But no, I didn't steal
Margaret's diamond.

- Well?
- She's telling the truth.

The treads aren't even close
and they are way too small.

I told you.

Look.

I didn't come here
to start trouble.

I came here
because Margaret invited me.

She led me to believe that...

there was a chance
that I could win Liam back.

But the minute
I saw him with you...

I knew that was impossible.

I let her get in my head.
And for that, I'm sorry.

We're just not meant to be.

Back to square one.

And that detective will be back
in the morning.

- We'll figure it out.
- Yeah.

I promise.

- Something smells amazing!
- Did Raphael come back?

Merry Christmas, everyone.

I've got all
the traditional holiday food.

Baked ham time with pineapple,
turkey with fruit stuffing,

sugar cookie martinis.

Oh, that would be for me.

- Hi!
- I'm not late, am I?

Detective,
you're just in time! Come on in.

Do you know what this is about?

- Mrs. Kenilworth.
- Detective.

Now that we're all here, I'm sure you're
wondering what all this is about.

Well, I thought
since we all had so much fun

playing Margaret's
little game the other night,

I'd introduce us
to a brand new one.

And this one is called
Catch A Thief.

But before we begin,
please open your cards.

Just don't show anyone
what yours says.

Okay.

Shall we begin?

Jackie, let's start with you.

Easy one.

Olivia?

Boring.

Let's just overlook that time you stole
the Snickers bar from the cafeteria.

Liam?

Appropriate.

Are we really going to flip through these
one by one so you can embarrass us?

Not yet.

Now this is where things start
to get interesting.

Let's go back through the events
of the night the diamond was taken.

Everyone went into the parlor after dinner

for post-dinner cocktails
and hot chocolate.

Except for Gary, who snuck away
to change his clothes

and returned dressed as Santa.

Around 7:15, Bridgette tripped,
spilling the tray of cocoa on Leonora.

And that's when Leonora insisted
she be fired

and Margaret subjected her
to a rather public humiliation.

And well deserved, if you ask me.

More on that in a little bit.

7:20 p.m.

Harper goes into the kitchen where she
stole a sip of an alcoholic beverage.

I'm sorry, you did what?

But that's not as surprising
as what happened next.

Harper and her mother
step into the foyer to fight,

not about the drink,
but about college.

What about college?

Harper, would you please share
your card with everyone?

It would seem your daughter's
interest in going overseas

has little to do with the studying
she's no longer doing,

and more to do with a young man
named Cedric.

- Wait, you dropped out? Again?
- Dad!

So those tuition checks
that I've been sending...

Are subsidizing her lifestyle
as an "influencer."

So while she may seem to have no
motivation for taking the diamond,

Margaret threatened to cut off
her inheritance.

So you knew about this?

I simply was looking after
her best interest.

Still, it was a little harsh considering
this has been, more or less,

a pattern with your niece.

So, why now?

What makes this time different?

She needed to learn a lesson.

Or... it touched a nerve.

Because, like Cedric, you too
had fallen in love with someone

beneath your station.

A commoner. Isn't that right?

I don't like your tone.

You told them Cedric was,
and I quote, "uber-rich."

- But that was a lie, wasn't it?
- No.

Unfortunately,
the texts gave you away.

He said he would meet me in Paris.

And that he'd never been!

Anyone who was, as you put it,
"uber-rich," would have been to Paris.

No. The truth is,
Cedric comes from your regular,

everyday workingclass
family, doesn't he?

That's why your aunt
reacted the way she did.

Because she herself
had been through the same thing.

Oh, that's preposterous!

If that's the case, I assume you wouldn't
mind sharing your card with the table?

Everyone's noticed
the lack of familial resemblance

between Liam and Olivia.

Is it possible that's because Liam's
father wasn't actually Mr. Kenilworth?

Wait.

What?

That would explain why you demanded
Harper end her relationship.

Because your mother
did the same.

It also explains that comment
you made after dinner.

Never forget your place.

That is the most absurd thing...

The letter you got in the mail.
From the genealogy company.

I'd always suspected.

Now I have confirmation.

Mother?

That can't be true, is it?

Mother!

Why wouldn't you tell me?

In case you hadn't noticed,

there's been a lot going on
these past couple of days.

At 7:40, Margaret went to return
the diamond to her safe,

while I left the room
to make coffee.

But, while I was gone,

the blackout happened.

Gary and Liam went looking
for the circuit breaker,

but when Liam went upstairs,
instead of looking for the breaker box,

he actually went
to confront Amelia,

who by that point
was already in her room.

And that means neither she or Liam
would've had time to steal the diamond.

So then,

who did?

The question we need to ask first is,
"Who cut the power"?

But what if no one did?

What if the blackout
was the culmination of something

that had been set in motion
hours before?

Gary, you hang the Christmas lights
outside this house every year.

I'm in charge of
the Christmas lights every year,

so believe me, I know
a thing or two about fuses.

And as Raphael admitted...

Is older house. Older wiring.

I have to be careful
with the appliances as it is.

So is it possible that you loaded
the circuit so precisely

that the flip of one switch
would've triggered the circuit breaker?

The switch on, say, a very expensive
Italian espresso machine?

Why don't we have
the professional make some coffee?

I, for one,
would love an espresso.

After all, it was your suggestion
in the first place.

All right, well,
how do you explain the... the boots?

Simple.

There was a pair of boots.

And they were
right under our nose the whole time.

Santa Boots.

After dinner, Gary went to the study,
which he'd already cased earlier.

That was the noise I had heard outside
my window since it's right underneath.

So when the power went out
as he had planned,

Gary was able to slip past Margaret
and steal the diamond.

Why would I possibly need
my older sister's diamond?

Perhaps your wife's card
could help shed some light on this.

The Opportunist?

Margaret, your brother
and his wife claimed

they wanted you to double down
and invest your returns.

But the truth is you told them
you wanted to pull your investments,

isn't that right?

Yes.

Which would have caused
their little Ponzi scheme to collapse.

But that's not why you decided
to cash out, is it?

After all, as you said, you were
making excellent returns

even if you were the only one involved
in their little pyramid scheme to do so.

No, the financial situation
isn't quite the whole story.

The Cheater?

Your sister knew
about the affair, didn't she?

What affair?

Bridgette, your card.

The maid?

Butler.

An unstable marriage
would've made any investment

in their partnership
particularly risky, wouldn't it?

And let's be honest,
no experienced butler

would make so clumsy a spill
unless it was on purpose.

Jealousy of a particular spouse,
perhaps?

So when he realized he wasn't going
to get away cleanly with the diamond

and aware that his sister
was already suspicious of me,

he stashed it in my things
when we split up to search the rooms.

But when you couldn't get
the diamond,

you decided that you'd have to get
your money a different way, didn't you?

Inheritance.

So you are accusing me of throwing
my very own sister down the stairs?

Throw? No.
It had to look like an accident,

which you'd already
set into motion.

Margaret, check upstairs.

All you had to do was wait for her
to try to come back down and trip.

After, of course,
you cut the cameras.

Gary?

Is this true?

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but if something happens to her,

you are the only one in this room

who instantly gets four zeros
added to their net worth.

After all I've done for you?

Your move.

What?

Oh, my...

You can't do this.

Do you know who we are?

Wait 'till you hear from our lawyers.

Andy, I admit I might have been
quick to judgment.

I'm just happy we found the person
responsible for hurting you.

Thank you.

Olivia.

Please, can we have
a moment to speak?

It's funny. I don't know what else
there would be to say at this point.

I know and I'm so sorry
if I've hurt you,

but you have to know
that everything I've done,

all the sacrifices I've made
throughout the years,

have been for you
and your brother.

I know I can be
a bit overbearing,

but it always comes
from a place of love.

Come here.

Okay. I love you.

Let's go inside.

Thank you.

So did I make
a pretty good psychic?

Actually, I think you'd make
an even better detective.

- Thanks to you.
- Well, you cracked the case.

But you are the one
who sent the cards, Detective.

I just gave you a little nudge.

I've been thinking about writing a book
about the past couple of days.

Care to cowrite?

Really?

I even have a title.

Christmas Diamonds Are Forever.

How the Thief Stole Christmas?

How about just
The Case of the Christmas Diamond?

Written by Jackie Evenson
and Candace Kayne.

A Candy Cane mystery!

Not sure about that last part.

That wouldn't happen to be our
famous Kenilworth spiced ale, would it?

It's delicious.

I'd say that was well earned.

- Being Christmas, I got you a gift.
- You did?

Yeah.

Well, you remember those photos
you and Olivia took back at camp?

Well, I made you an album.

Andy,

I know I'm not perfect.

But I also want you
to know that I...

I found a local chapter
of gambler's anonymous,

and in fact, the next meeting
is tomorrow night.

Good for you.

But if you're asking me
to join you,

I don't think it's quite
a "plus one" situation.

I was thinking something maybe
a little bit more romantic.

Maybe for New Year's
if you're not busy.

I've been aimless for so long.

It's time that
I got things under control.

For the both of us.

Speaking of romance...

We couldn't possibly neglect
a cherished, time-honored tradition.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.