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Tripp, give it back!

Aw, you're never gonna get this back.

Tripp, leave your sister alone!

- Pay attention.
- I'm gonna kill you!

- Details matter.
- Good luck.

If you want to solve a crime, any crime,

you must first learn
to see through the illusion.

She got suspended from school.

Stole a rare book
from the library, first edition.

She's been acting out
since her mother died.

Which is completely understandable.

Maybe she'll talk to you.

She's like a daughter to us.

All the resources of this family
are at your disposal.

I'm Rufus.

Must be Imogene?

I'd wager they never even play with it.

So... you're the world's
greatest detective.

Their words, not mine.

I'm here to help with your mother's case.

I understand you're the only eyewitness.

I don't remember.

But I wanna help.

You will.

You and me,

we're gonna help each other.

I bet you think it's easy, reader.

You are wrong.

Illusions are everywhere.

In my 30-year career,
I have learned two key lessons.

One, do not attempt to bribe
a national parks employee.

And this:

what is real is precious... and rare.

Celia Chun is using this
to fuck with the offer,

but she's just bluffing.
I know she wants in.

Check these upper deck bars.
These people got all your money.

Because I know.

She's on our ship drinking our booze.

She wants in,
so just give me the numbers that I want.

- Has she convinced 'em?
- Who, the board?

No, the Chuns. Don't you work for her?

As an assistant
in the marketing department,

as you remind me constantly.

You know, I keep a screengrab
of your adorable, little pay stub

in my favorites folder.
- Yeah, I know, Tripp.

You showed me at the holiday party.
- Mm.

...for anything under eight.

You know that.
- She's rattled.

- My sister? Terrified.
- Give me the revised spreadsheet.

She's gotta lock down
this Chun money. Has to.

Mm! Olives. Thank you.
- Of course.

And that's last night,
but we'll see. Okay.

Hi, sorry. Work is just--

I'm being a bad friend.
- No, it's fine.

Did you, uh, d'you fix things?

Close that funding round?
- It's fine. Everything's fine.

Good. Well, don't worry about me.
I'm happy just freeloading as per usual.

What? Imogene, please, you're family.

Really glad you say that

because my room service bill
last night was hilarious.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

You gotta be fuckin' kidding me!

This watch is worth 50 grand!
You hear me? That's 50,000 American.

More than you make in a fucking year!
- I'm so sorry, sir.

I'm so sorry--
- Your tip was in here. Was.

Is that your friend, Tripp?

It's my investor... supposedly.

I hate that.
Only a true asshole punches down.

Somebody has to say something.

Doesn't always have to be you, though.

But I'm so good at it.

We get it... you're a garbage person.

But what makes you think
you have to broadcast it?

Excuse me?

You're here as a guest
of the Collier family

on a billion-dollar boat
on a free vacation.

You should learn to say thank you
and shut up about the rest.

And that watch? That is an abomination.

It's not enough that people like you
need to own all the beautiful things.

Ya have to own the ugly things, too.

You know what I think?
- Please. Blow my feeble mind.

I think you want it both ways.

I think you tell yourself
you're some kinda crusader

fightin' for the little guy
from the inside.

But the truth is, you're not an insider.

You're not somebody. You're nobody.

You're a... a paid friend.

And that doesn't
make you better than them.

Makes you a hypocrite.

Tell me I'm wrong.

No, you got me pegged.

Here's a stupid thing people love to say:

"The simplest explanation
is always correct."

Well... I never took those cases.

I took the impossible ones,

and it made me rich...

Housekeeping.

...for a while.

You want to know how I did it?

I already told you.

Pay attention... Details matter.

I can't believe we're gonna
be trapped on this thing for 10 days.

I'm so sorry I dragged you into this.

- It's okay.
- Sir!

Hey, hey, it's okay.
Hey, Larry, Larry, Larry!

Hey, man, nice digs!

I hope she floats.

I'm Tripp's friend, Keith Trubitsky.

I wanted to thank you for the invite.
I mean... what a treat!

"The world is ugly
and the people are sad."

Wallace Stevens wrote that,
and he died in 1955, the lucky fuck.

Imagine if he saw
the dumpster fire it is now.

But all that ugliness stays on shore.

When we sail these rolling waters,
we leave the real world behind.

And let me tell you
who paid for the privilege.

You all know Mr. Lawrence Collier
by name and reputation.

He sails with his wife, Katherine,
to celebrate his retirement.

Every guest aboard
this vessel is important

because every one of them
is important to Mr. Lawrence Collier.

Their daughter, Anna, is expected
to take over for her father

as CEO of Collier Mills,

but this is no simple case of nepotism.

Anna Collier is a shark.

They can't come back
and want to renege on terms

that we already signed to.
Just tell them no.

Her wife, Leila Collier,
a retired clickbait journalist,

requested a room on the south side
of the ship to avoid 5G contamination.

Leila has certain peculiarities.

Anna's childhood friend, Imogene Scott,
was taken in by the Collier family

after her mother's grisly murder.

Anna's older brother,
Lawrence the third, or Tripp,

is a self-employed entrepreneur.
- Hit me.

Goddammit! Motherfucker--

Tripp has launched many enterprises,

all of which have failed.

What he has succeeded at is cocaine.

Here's your vitamin B12 IV drip.

Governor Alexandra Hochenberg
of the state of Washington

is up for reelection this fall.

She is a virtual shoo-in.

We've been working
on this deal for over a year--

As might be expected,

the Colliers always travel
with their family lawyer.

After I got your
dipshit son into Vassar?

The Collier entourage
includes Father Toby Briggs,

well-known political kingmaker.

Father Toby drags along his son,
known to the world as That Derek.

Oh, yeah. These people rich.

That Derek is a rising TikTok star.

What up, baddies?
It's your boy, That Derek.

Surely, in his celestial manse,
Wallace Stevens weeps for us all.

The Chun family operate
a global fast-fashion empire

overseen by matriarch Celia Chun.

Rumor has it the Chuns will announce
a sizable investment in Collier Mills

while they sail with us.

You may recognize
their personal security detail,

Rufus Cotesworth.

Once heralded
as the World's Greatest Detective,

he has been brought low by circumstance.

And finally,
rounding out our VIP guest list,

is Mr. Keith Trubitsky
of Indianapolis, Indiana.

Proof that money cannot buy taste,
good looks, charm... or ability.

Fuck!

Our guests look to you...
to transport them

to a bygone era of beauty and style.

It is a spell we cast.
Do not be the one to break it.

Dismissed.

Winnie, do you know what
the very best part of my job is?

Sunil lets me fire anyone I want.

You can't fire me.

Not if you don't want a lecture
from Mum at New Year's.

I worry.

There are temptations when you spend
so much time around these people.

You start to think like them,
you start to act like them.

But you can't,

because they have something
that protects them everywhere they go.

And what is that?

Money.

Buongiorno, ladies and gentlemen--

I'm Rufus.

I'm here to help with your mother's case.

I'd like to leave a note for a guest.
I'm just not sure what room he's in.

Rufus Cotesworth?

I'm sorry, but the itinerary
of each passenger is private.

So, he's not a guest.

I didn't say that.

Who's he working for?

Good afternoon, Ms. Scott.

What message would you
like to leave Mr. Cotesworth?

Changed my mind.

I'd like to leave a message
for whoever he's working for.

"You hired a fraud. Cut your losses."

Aren't you gonna get a pen?

I'll remember.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey, bud. Hey.

Just got off the call with HSBC

and they said they
never received your wire.

Oh, yeah, my advisor
wanted to take one last look, so--

Ah, uh-huh.
Yeah, I'm not dickin' around, 'kay?

Deadline's a deadline.
Midnight tonight or else

get in a fuckin' lifeboat,
get the fuck off the ship.

Okay, tiger.
Give me the thing.

- The prospectus.
- Yeah, sure. I'll read it right now.

- Okay.
- 'Kay?

All right.

Oh, is this you?

My, my sister's right across the hall.

Fancy that.

See, we can have fun on this trip.

I know the plane was hard for you.

I'm just saying. Y--

You did it.

We're here now and we're safe.

Nowhere is safe, Anna.

W-- You didn't find
any listening devices.

We're on a ship in the middle of the ocean

for a whole week.

Let's take advantage.

Swim... go dancing.

Close a three billion deal.

That too.

But I will make time for us.

Will your father announce you tonight?

At the welcome party.

I'll come.

Really?

Maybe we can go dancing after.

You're never gonna fucking
guess who's on this ship.

Rufus Cotesworth is here, on the ship,

and he's working for the Chuns.

Private security.

The man's at the deep end
of a 20-year downslide.

- The man's a fucking hack.
- This is a message from Celia Chun.

- Yes.
- Corporate due diligence.

It doesn't mean anything.

You're missing the point.
She's trying to intimidate us.

Well, then, Katherine, don't let her.

It's not me I'm worried about.

- If he snoops around in the wrong place--
- He's a fucking hack!

We have information that could bury him.
It would be mutually assured destruction.

Still, it's bad form,
and it shows the Chuns don't trust us.

I'm gonna talk to Eleanor.
- No, no.

If we look nervous,
it means we have a reason to be nervous.

We just keep it tight.

Do you even know how?

Okay, then. We stay the course.

I will not blow this deal
over Rufus fucking Cotesworth.

I'm here to help with your mother's case.

I understand you're the only eyewitness.

It rained that day.

I don't know.

It rains a lot here.

It did.

There was a chill in the air.

Were you wearing that?

She let me borrow it.

She was always worried about the cold.

My mum was the same.

So... you were there

in the car.

Yes.

What do you have there?

Imogene... you stole this from Anna.

She doesn't even know what it is, Mom.

It has a secret compartment,
and... she had no idea.

You mean this?

It's a replica of the one in the study.

Yeah, I know, 'cause Mrs. Collier
keeps her first engagement ring in there.

You know, the one she got
from that polo player?

You see things.

Things other people
don't even bother to notice.

Anyone can have a toy. You have a gift.

You're gonna make me
put it back, aren't you?

I sure am.

No.

N-No, I can't get out of the car.

Don't make me get out of the car!

No! Don't! Mom, don't!

No! Mom, no!

No!

No, Mom!

No!

I see you.

- Hm?
- Have you been following me?

In Sydney?

In New York last month?

Hold on there.
This is the first time this Hoosier

has left the great state of Indiana.

Did you switch rooms
to spy on me and my wife?

Switch rooms?
Oh, I moved 'cause

last one was next
to a buncha screaming kids.

Who are you working for?

Lady, I think, maybe,
you're a little mixed up.

Pretty... isn't it?

Yeah, it's a Gilbert Bayes.

He only made a few of these.

They must've paid
a fortune to have it installed here.

Yeah, it took three cranes.

Sunil.

I'm the, um--

Oh, there's gotta be a better word
for it, but the mind disappoints.

- You own the boat.
- I do.

You Americans never parse words.

Yeah, well, we're number one
in adult-onset diabetes,

so good with the bad.

It's incredible.

And it's real.

Down to every splinter. Yeah.

She's as real as we
can make her and still float.

You know, our rule was,
"If you can see it,

should've been made prior to 1955."

So, the glassware?

Curated from antique shops
across Ireland and Wales.

You know what was tricky?

- Hm?
- The towels.

Literally no one
would know the difference.

You did.

Yeah, but they?

They don't care.

You wasted your money, friend.

And where is your lovely bride tonight?

Sadly, she is down with a migraine.

She sends her apologies.

She had an accident a few months ago.

I begged her to quit her job.

Now she's all alone in our house
while I'm working, and I--

I don't know why I'm telling
you any of this.

Hey... is tonight the night?

Dad does like to keep
people on their toes.

I swear to God, Anna,
if he fucks you over on this.

He's already teed it up with the board.

I'm next in line,
it's just a matter of when.

Hey, everyone. Hey, hi, yeah, thanks.

Uh, just wanna say
thanks so much for comin' out.

Thanks for being here to honor my old man,

Papa Bear.

My dad... a man
with such high standards,

he wouldn't even hire his own son.

Ah, anyway.

Ah, give it up for
Lawrence Collier, the second.

I've always been a man of few words.

Mrs. Chun would be especially grateful

if you took the time to get to know
her granddaughter, Eleanor.

She's the pretty one.

Yes, but sadly, I believe Eleanor
prefers the company of the fairer sex.

And a stroll around the deck
would go a long way with the grandmother.

Whose pockets, may I remind you,
deep as the Mariana Trench.

Imogene Scott.

You look just like
your mother did at that age.

Twenty-eight... the best age.

Best age of all.

I'm looking forward to my 60s, actually.

Are you enjoying them?

Llewellyn, aren't you late for work?

The Hong Kong office opened an hour ago.

- Every time with this guy.
- It's embarrassing.

Everyone thought that Contessa’s
jade necklace had been lost forever.

There's just one thing separates
a detective like me from the rest.

I don't stop 'til I find the truth.

Motherfucker.

I swear, I never met
a case I couldn't close.

I am-- I'm a braggart. I am.

- Hey!
- Stop me, stop me if I--

Tell me, how much is the Chun family
paying you to taste their food?

Who are you?

Who am I?

Have we met?

Oh! God!

No, no! Get off me!

No, no! Stop!

I swear I never met her before
in my entire life.

- Stop!
- Hey, hey, hey!

No. Don't touch me.

Please, Ms. Scott,

will you go back to your room?
- Or what?

Huh, you're gonna throw me overboard?

Just so you know, he deserved it.

Évidemment.

What's your name?

Jules.

Or, uh, Jules, if you prefer.

Fine.

I won't go back in there,

but I can't call it a night.

Wouldn't be fair to the dress.

Where's the real party on this dinghy?

I'm on duty... clearly.

Clearly.

Show me where you work.

How was the party?

It was amazing.

Everyone asked where you were,
and my dad didn't announce me as CEO.

And Imogene decided to make a scene

and chuck a glass
at Rufus Cotesworth's head.

Probably three stitches, maybe four.

So, I screamed at the ocean for a while,

and drank grappa with that Italian couple.

I tried.

I know you did.

Ya just looked
so fucking hot in that dress,

I wanted to show you off.

Anna,

the man across the hall.

Keith Trubitsky?

I am telling you,
there is no Keith Trubitsky.

A bit gruesome,

and yet... somehow poetic.

I will take care of it, of course.

- Wait. This is too much.
- Oh, please. I'm not paying.

The guy who is... he's not paying either.

Corporate expense.
- Well,

you're fortunate to have such friends.

Everything has a price.

- What was yours?
- Mm... I don't know.

Watching my mom's car
blow up in their driveway.

A joke.

I lost my parents, too.

Hm... looks like we're both alone.

Jesus, I'm an asshole.

Um... I'm sorry.

No... you don't wanna
hear a sad story right now.

Mm, it's actually the only kind I like.

Can I tell you a secret?

What?

I don't like champagne.

C'est dégueulasse.

Okay!

Jules.

What is it, Nnamdi?

Dead? Are you sure?

We are, sir.

Room 534. This is Mr. Trubitsky.

Fuck.

Last night, Mr. Keith Trubitsky
was murdered in his suite.

But we have taken
all the necessary precautions,

and are briefing the staff in shifts.

Our team has increased
security throughout the ship

to keep all of you and our guests
safe from further harm.

We're fortunate to have
a world-renowned detective on board,

Mr. Rufus Cotesworth.

He's been asked by Interpol
to lead the investigation

until we've docked in Palermo.

As such, none of our guests
need yet to be apprised of the situation.

Right.

Go on about your business,
shan't notice me.

Jules?

- Jules?
- Do you realize they sourced

vintage hand towels
for every room on this ship?

Madness, that.
- Get out of my room.

I wouldn't do that, Ms. Scott.

- Ah, so, you do remember my name.
- Came back to me.

Seven minutes, 23 seconds.

That's how long you were
in Mr. Trubitsky's suite.

I didn't kill him.

Interpol gets
their hands on this footage,

they will think differently.

- What do you want?
- I want to help you, Ms. Scott.

That's bullshit.

Fine.

I want the truth.

Oh, the truth?

Since when do you care about that?

Never gave up on the truth.

Truth gave up on me.

That's so sad.

You know what?

You wanna show 'em the footage?

Show them.

I can handle it.

Hm... will your friend,
Anna, be so eager

to grease the wheels of justice

when she finds out you've been

skimming from the family firm?

In 24 hours, Interpol lands on this ship,

and you will be their prime--

No.

Their only suspect.

Let me help.

I can't.

I'm trying to. It's just--

I can't remember. I can't do this.
- All right, then.

We don't have to.

What are you writing?

Just a story. A little story
about a purple rabbit

who only likes to eat rose petals.

No, you're not. That's gibberish.

Is it?

"Once upon a time,
there was a purple rabbit

who ate rose petals day and night."

- It's a code.
- That it is.

And no one can read it.
Not without the primer.

- What's a primer?
- It's like a lock.

A keyword... known only to me.

And whoever else I trust with my thoughts.

First coded word of every message,
always the same.

Your primer.

That very thing.

See?

If you knew the primer was,

say, cat.

C-A-T.

Then you get a code.

A big, um, D, Q, I.

Now you know the D becomes C,

Q becomes A, I becomes T.

From there, you can get to work
decoding the whole mess.

How?

I use something
called frequency analysis.

Some letters are more common than others.

Vowels, for instance.

You know what the most common
vowel in the English language is?

- "Truth."
- It's E.

No. "Truth."

That's your primer.

It's at the front
of every one of your messages.

The same letter
in the first and fourth place.

Not a vowel, a consonant.

T... it's "truth."

Hm.

Perhaps I should be working for you.

What am I doing here again?

I always work with an assistant.

Read my book.

It's a classic locked-room murder.

No way in... or out.

Yeah, well, I got in.

Aside from the door,
windows are hermetically sealed,

the floor is-- It's a floor.

We have surveillance that shows

no one came in or out
of the place all night,

present company excluded.

He's been dead four, maybe five hours,

based on the way the blood
is pooled in his extremities.

Wait, so... it couldn't have been me.

I was here at, like, 2 a.m.

Let me show you.

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.

2:16.

I was here at 2:16. I can prove it.

We can show this to Interpol.

It's a start... but it's not enough.

The real question is,

who would want Mr. Keith Trubitsky dead?

Wait, do you smell that?

Two,

maybe three Mai Tais.

Smoked salmon chaser.
- No, not--

It's disinfectant.

Housekeeping was in here working
before they found Trubitsky.

Trampling my crime scene, no doubt.

Who knows what else she saw.

We must speak to the housekeeper.

She didn't see anything.

No, she said a lot more than that.

What? He always works
with an assistant. Read his book.

And that's you?

If she remembers anything of consequence,
I'll be sure to inform you immediately.

Thank you.

Are you serious?

You're just gonna let her
push you around like that?

Housekeeper doesn't know anything.

And Ms. Goh is simply
being protective of her aunt.

In fact... a not insignificant amount
of the crew are her relations.

And you speak Cantonese.

I dabble.

Dabble elsewhere.

Very well... but the truth
will come out sooner or later.

And I prefer sooner... as I like a nap.

Hey, hey! What was that?

Huh? Why didn't you press the housekeeper?

She didn't say anything.
She doesn't know anything.

No, that's bullshit.
They're hiding something.

Everyone on this ship
is hiding something.

Doesn't mean it's
the thing you're looking for.

Okay, but wait. No, hey, wait, wait.

You don't think it's a bit weird?

You and me, separated for 20 years.

All of a sudden, we're floating around
on some preposterous vacation

in the middle of nowhere,

and some asshole gets himself murdered.

- You don't like coincidences.
- Coincidences are just dressed-up clues.

Hm. Read my autobiography.

Yeah, I skimmed your stupid book.

Oh, you know something bigger is going on.

That's why you don't wanna ask
too many questions in front of the staff.

That's why you cut out that footage?
That's why you came to me?

We can rely

only on ourselves.

We have no idea... who could be a part of

whatever this is.

Okay.

So, what now?
- Now we get to the fun part.

Get to figure out who's
messin' with us. Let's go.

What next?

I close the door...
put the key card down.

No, no, no. No, I put it on the table.

Uh, the room is a wreck.

Uh, there's ketchup stains on the carpet.

Shirt was on a chair, pink guayabera.

No, no.

No, it was green. It's a green guayabera.

Mm... I don't know. I don't know. I--

Oh! Why can't I think?

Bog standard.

Memory is malleable.

Most witnesses distort the truth...
without even realizing it.

Trust nothing.
No one.

Especially yourself.

Wait.

No, I'm, I'm right, it was green,
but it wasn't on a chair.

There was a bar cart in the room
and it's not up there anymore.

Holy shit, that-that's
how they got in and out.

- Possibly.
- No, definitively.

Then the killer knows
something about you, too.

They were hiding in Trubitsky's suite.

They saw you make a hash
of his timepiece, nick 600 quid.

If you see this through,

it is possible that you will be in danger,

that you already are.

Okay, so, so, if--
No, if they rode out in the cart,

where'd, where'd they go?
Where'd they get off? Who saw them?

- I can talk to the staff.
- No, you don't trust the staff.

I know what to do.

Enjoy the ride, did ya?

Cart stopped four times.
Twice on deck four.

Housekeeper dropped empty plates,
but the doors were open into those suites,

so, killer could've slipped
into a room, maybe.

More likely, they got off here...
'cause there's no cameras.

Bit addictive, isn't it?

That feeling... rushing through you.

You know, I think we should
go back to the security room.

There's gotta be footage of--

Wait, you've already been
to the security room.

You already saw the cart get wheeled out.

You already knew everything

that I have just
quote, unquote "figured out."

I had a hunch.

What the fuck, man?

It's more fun
when you unravel it yourself.

I'm out.

Wait, I'm sorry. I tr-- I tried--

Imogene.

You're good at this.

You've always been good at this.

Even when you were 10 years old,

I could see

you had a gift.

Was that before or after
you spent all the Colliers' money

and then dropped my mom's case?

You think that's what happened?

Soon as they stopped paying, you quit.

It's more complicated than that.

I was a kid,

and you made me believe
you were on my side.

I was.

I am.

And you were right.

There is a reason

that you and I are on this ship together.

What reason is that?

I'm still trying to put
the final piece in place.

You know, I think I've played
your games long enough.

Then go.

Sleepwalk your way into the grave.

You will not leave a mark
on this world if you do.

I have a name... Viktor Sams.

Does that mean anything to you?

No... Should it?

I traced components of the device
that blew in your driveway.

Various parts purchased by a Viktor Sams.

Likely an alias.

Three months on this case
and all you have is a fake name?

Not a fake, sir. An alias.

Question now is whose.

Well, I don't have
a goddamn clue, do I?

I know you're in there.

Viktor Sams? That's who killed my mom?

Now we just need to unmask him.

I'll see this through... no matter what.

I promise.

Jules?

He's workin' the Gallipoli event.

Um... thanks.

I know that look.

You wanna punch somethin' or... someone?

What are you even doing here?

It'd bore you.

Uh, it's numbers-matching
Chris Craft engine.

Right nightmare to maintain,
but it sounds good.

Right, so this is why you're single.

You're in love with your toys.

Who said I was single?

Well, you cut your hair,
day before we left?

Lost 10 pounds, recently.

Hopin' to meet someone.

Or... she broke your heart.

She liked me better as a banker.

She was a bitch.

No, I--

I wasn't any fun.

And I was... angry.

I hated the whole ugly world.

Yeah, well, it's perfectly hate-able.

It is.

So, I quit... and I put everything
I own into making that ship,

into making somethin' perfect,
somethin' real.

Are you happy now?

I have a purpose.

I know, it's... it's a bit odd.
It's hard to explain,

but I,

I think it all found me.

I just had to... step onto the path.

And leave your mark.

Yeah, exactly.

Pay attention. Details matter.

If you want to solve a crime, any crime,

you must first learn
to see through the illusion.

But you'll never succeed
with just one pair of eyes.

That's why I always
work with an assistant.

To dig out the truth behind every lie.

To wake you from a week-long drunk,

if need be.

To sort the run-of-the-mill liar
from the prime suspect.

Murdered in his stateroom...
via harpoon gun, apparently.

Wait, Keith Trubitsky. Are ya sure?

What I was told.

I've gathered all of the guests, save one.

- Lawrence Collier?
- His exact words were, "Fucking hack."

- We have a history.
- I intuited that from context.

Would you like to begin questioning?

As you all know...
a man has been murdered on this ship.

Killer is among us.

I've been studying each of you,

and have learned... devastating facts.

I'm sorry.

You haven't found Viktor Sams yet.

You aren't finished!
- But I am.

What about my mom?

You promised!
- I should not have done that.

Don't go. Please don't go!

Please!

I don't like coincidences.

Trust nothing. No one.

I always work with an assistant.
Read my book.

There is a reason

that you and I are on this ship together.

Keith Trubitsky was your assistant?

That's why you were on the Varuna?
You were working a case?

Rufus!

What case?

I think you know.

I will be questioning you, individually.

After careful consideration,

I would like to begin with--
- I'll go first.