Mystery Island: Play for Keeps

I'm the killer.

- Yes, because the victim is Ainsley Trask.

Ainsley Trask?

You're saying she's coming to Mystery Island?

- That's what I'm saying. - Who's Ainsley Trask?

- Would she be coming alone or--

With her husband.

Janey, you cannot be serious.

Em, hear me out.

- Did Ainsley Trask contact you?

Timeout.

Who is Ainsley Trask?

- Ainsley Trask is the wife of Franklin Trask,

who wants to bring several guests to the island,

full VIP package.

Must have a few bucks.

- Yeah, he's quite well off, yeah.

Hang on.

Is he the guy--

- That I was once engaged to marry?

Yes, he most certainly is.

- He runs Trask Global Management, a hedge fund

that rivals Carlos in valuation.

And Ainsley Trask is a powerhouse

corporate attorney who also sits

on the board of Trask Global.

And they-- they just got married last year,

and she told me that she's quite keen

to come to Mystery Island.

- Did she offer to play the victim in the murder game?

Oh, no, that was my idea,

as was asking Em to be the killer,

which is perhaps a little on the nose.

- You think I'd want to kill Franklin's wife?

It was my idea to end the engagement.

- And you haven't been in a long-term relationship since.

- Janey, I respectfully request that my personal life not

be considered as fodder for our mystery games.

I was just brainstorming.

- Besides, I certainly won't be here

when the Trask party attends.

Ah.

Well, Ainsley has made your participation a condition

to her package.

You're joking.

Is this my joking face?

Why would she--

Insecurity.

She might worry that Franklin still carries a torch for you.

So she's coming down here in the hopes

of extinguishing that torch.

- Well, she is certainly playing with fire.

- I'm simply extending Jason's metaphor.

- Anyway, if you decide to go forward with this, uh,

proposal, I will plan to be here that weekend as well.

- Oh, you don't need to-- - I know.

I want to.

At any rate, Janey, we have more murder games to write,

if you don't mind.

Yes, my office is yours.

Jason said you might be out here.

- He went back to his houseboat?

He did.

He said you seem to need some time and space to think.

Ah.

Neither of which you're giving me.

- I'm a terrible friend, aren't I?

The worst.

Care for a scotch?

You know, I only met Franklin a handful of times.

But I dare say that Jason is correct about Ainsley wanting

to come here to extinguish whatever flames your ex

may still have for you.

Mm.

- And I think you're rubbing off on him.

Who?

Well, Jason.

I don't recall him thinking so much about psychology

when our paths first crossed.

Yeah, I suppose that's true.

- And I think it's rather chivalrous of him

to want to come out here when Franklin

comes to Mystery Island.

If Franklin comes, you mean.

Well, do I?

I mean, I don't know if you realize,

but you, too, would do well to extinguish

whatever stray embers you may still have for Franklin.

There are no embers, Janey.

Trust me.

Well, good.

Then you'll have no problem supporting this venture.

I see what you did there.

What?

Ah, well played.

OK, fine.

Tell Mrs. Trask they can come.

Shall do.

To, uh, torches being extinguished.

- Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

We have an exciting weekend ahead,

starting with full VIP conditions for the party

of Franklin Trask.

Additionally, disguised as a guest and amongst his party

will be our COO, Baroness Jane Alcott.

Thank you, Bennett.

Well, I'm excited about this weekend for a plethora

of reasons, but chief among them

is that our brilliant game writers,

Dr. Priestly and Detective Trent,

will also be here, which hasn't happened for a while.

- The game will begin at the hidden hut,

and this weekend, Emilia will be playing as herself,

but Jason and I will be taking on fictitious roles

in the narrative.

And I will be disguised, as Franklin Trask

did meet me several years ago.

And I will be playing the role of Professor Loretta Mabrey,

an archaeologist from California.

And Jason will be cast very much against type

as Sean Callahan, a Boston businessman,

which is a euphemism for gangster.

And our VIP party consists of Viveca Bently,

COO and Franklin Trask's

right-hand woman at Trask Global Hedge Fund;

Spencer Trask, a former NFL tight end,

who was briefly a VP at Trask Global until a month ago;

Patricia Collacello, Spencer's model girlfriend;

and Mickey Karlyle, a Des Moines schoolteacher,

who has been best friends with Ainsley Trask

since they were children.

And finally, the host of the party, Franklin Trask,

a billionaire with a capital B,

and his newlywed wife, Ainsley,

a successful corporate attorney.

For those of you who don't know me,

my name is Dr. Emilia Priestly, game author.

And on behalf of our CEO, Carlos Del Fuego,

I want to welcome you to Mystery Island.

And allow me to introduce our new new house manager,

or majordomo, and Simmons, her assistant.

Oh, please, call me Bennett.

Now, before we repair to the veranda for cocktails,

if you could all kindly place your mobile phones

into this black box Simmons has.

Hang on.

I promised my followers hourly updates.

Oh, honey.

Hey, you remember that time when you got food poisoning

and you didn't post for like two days?

You actually got more followers.

This is like that.

Spencer, you're so smart.

Emilia.

At last.

It's lovely to meet you.

- It's not something I hear often.

Oh, she is more beautiful than you led me to believe, Frankie.

And no band on that fourth finger.

I cannot believe you're still single.

- I see you're already playing detective, Mrs. Trask.

I am all in.

I even offered to bet Frankie I could solve the mystery first,

didn't I, my love?

He didn't take the bet.

But I did.

Get ready to pay up, Ains.

- If both of you wouldn't mind handing in your phones,

we may proceed.

Where's Spencer?

- It's, uh, good to see you, Emmy.

- Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you're

all enjoying your first looks at Mystery Island.

Your luggage has been taken care of.

Bennett has your keys, and you'll be shown to your rooms.

Once you are all there, you will find the first clue

that will begin the game.

- Can you tell us where the body is?

- That's all part of the mystery, Ms. Collacello,

but I can assure you, among the people assembled here,

there is a killer.

Delightful.

This is already so much fun.

Come on, Franklin.

Let's not waste time looking at views.

I've got a murder to solve.

- You OK? - Fine.

- You don't look fine. - No?

How do I look?

- Understandably addled at being

face-to-face with the man you almost married

and his abrasive new wife.

You think she's abrasive?

- She makes sandpaper look like silk.

Frankly, from one extreme to the other.

- Are you suggesting I'm not abrasive?

- Or obnoxious or entitled or any of Ainsley's other