Mystery Island

And so, ladies and gentlemen, we

have arrived, at last, to the person

responsible for the murder of Mr. Kensington Culpepper.

The killer is Loretta St. John.

Am I correct, Fredericks?

I'm sorry, Lady Alcott, but no.

Seriously?

I'm afraid so, Baroness.

Would anyone else care to try?

And this is my ninth case on Mystery Island.

And I seriously cannot believe that I still haven't once

correctly solved a whodunit.

I'm sorry, Janie, but it is only a fictional murder.

Well, yes, but given what I've told you,

do you want to hazard a guess at who the killer is?

I suppose I'd say, what's his name, the tennis player.

Marcelo.

Yes, you're right.

OK, I need to ring off and go through security.

Are you psychoanalyzing a real murderer today?

That's what I'm here to find out.

Inspector Hawthorn believes you killed your wife, Ken.

Then he should prove it, and instead of wasting

my time with a headshrinker.

Psychiatrist.

You don't like "headshrinker"?

Only because it's inaccurate.

I have no interest in making anyone's mind smaller.

Funny.

Did your wife make you feel like that, Ken?

Because she was the breadwinner, did she make you feel small?

Or should I say, shrunk?

I know people on the outside, doctor, people that know you

and your family.

OK.

Wait.

Sorry.

Did that make you feel small?

Hi.

I came straight from Heathrow

as soon as I got your text.

What did that monster say to you?

He said he had people on the outside, people that know me

and my family.

That's it.

You have got to stop working for the police.

Believe it or not, I've had the same thought.

What, truly?

I thought I was going to have to fight you on this.

I actually told Hawthorne I need to take a break.

Fantastic!

Starting now?

Too much on the docket already, but in three weeks.

Splendid!

You can come to Mystery Island.

You're going back so soon?

Oh, invitation for some of the investors.

What do you say?

I say I, unlike you, didn't inherit a disposable income.

It's my treat!

Janie.

Emilia!

Just say you'll think about it.

I leave in three weeks.

You can tell me the day of.

I cannot believe I said yes to this.

Well, at risk of sounding like your mother,

you should take a vacation more than once every decade.

It's only been six years, but that did sound like my mother.

Well, be grateful I didn't add,

you'll never have a full life without a man by your side.

- Sorry, I didn't see you there. - No worries.

Oh, you're an American.

Guilty.

You are on vacation as well?

I think he lives here.

How did you reach that conclusion?

Well, you're tan, for starters,

and the fact that you just got off a boat

in the morning wearing a suit.

Oh, I think you got it right, yeah.

I think she did, yeah.

Well, you are going to crush it on Mystery Island.

You're going to Mystery Island?

Yes. Have you ever been?

Yeah, I have.

Shame.

I thought he wanted to carry on that conversation with you.

And vice versa.

Lady Alcott.

Fredericks.

This is--

Dr. Emilia Priestly.

Yes, we received your email last night.

Ladies, welcome to Mystery Island.

Thank you.

Your luggage will be in your usual room, Baroness.

Thank you, Fredericks.

Let us show Dr. Priestly around, shall we, Janie?

Yes, please.

Our beautiful conservatory.

Someone has a green thumb.

That would be Lucia.

Every group of visitors has a unique mystery to solve.

Here's the opening weekend.

Exactly five years ago today.

The last time John was on the island.

This weekend is for investors.

How much did you put in?

Only 5%, same as everyone else--

other than John, of course.

He's got 80%.

A wonderful place to research clues.

Every Evelyn Murtaugh whodunit, all first editions.

The dining room.

Conservatory, library, dining room.

This game room is just missing a billiards table.

It's pretty much Clue.

John Murtaugh, the founder of Mystery Island.

Is he--

Evelyn Murtaugh's son.

Mrs. Murtaugh purchased

this island over two decades ago and built

this as a vacation home.

Evelyn hoped that John would carry on her legacy writing

whodunits, but when she died, John had the brilliant notion

to turn this place into a destination vacation,

where people could live inside the murder mysteries,

like the ones his mother could only put on the page.

When do I get to meet him?

Mr. Murtaugh lives in Montana.

John hasn't come back to the island

since the opening ceremony.

He's, uh, eccentric, but of course, genius.

He has an IQ of 180.

I imagine he told you that.

What?

Does that look mean you think he's lying?

I think people who need to tell others

how smart they have a healthy ego, which may

be masking deep insecurities.

Who's that?

Pleased to meet you.

Emilia.

Carlos Del Fuego.

My wife, Morgan.

How do you guys know each other?

We were students together at Oxford.

No way.

So were Carlos and John.

Are you and Mr. Murtaugh still close?

I wouldn't go that far.

Excuse us.

He runs the biggest hedge fund in New York.

Oh, looks like Phoenix made it.

Is that--

Phoenix Green.

I don't mean to sound like a fan girl,

but I've been doing your workout videos for years.

Well, if so, you should show some skin.

As I say in my workouts, flaunt it.

You've worked hard for it.

Excuse me.

I need to refresh my daiquiri.

What is it they say?

Never meet your heroes.

I didn't know you knew her!

Well, I try to forget I do.

Carlos brought her in.

Oh, this next investor is my favorite.

Emilia.

Jay Carrington Ellis.

Retired Royal Marine Sergeant Major.

Pleasure.

Do I call you Jay or Carrington?

We like to call him Sarge.

He is the only four-time winner in the history

of Mystery Island.

Impressive.

Thank you.

So there are two non-investors here then.

Riley Peel.

I'm here to cover for the anniversary weekend.

So, Baroness, as one of the original investors,

how involved are you in the running of Mystery Island?

Well, not at all, thankfully.

So you just stay at home and collect

the investment returns then?

My fellow investors, friends, and our first-time visitors,

let us celebrate the first five years of Mystery Island.

May there be 100 more.

And to John.

May he someday return to this magical place he built

Wow.

Ladies and gentlemen, your rooms are ready.

Please deposit your mobile phones in the basket.

Is he serious?

Oh, completely.

It's to prevent cheating by accessing the internet,

though no one ever gets service here anyway.