Death and Other Details

Previously, on Death and Other Details...

A man has been murdered on this ship.

Killer is among us.

Interpol is here.

Agent Hilde Eriksen.

She is focused on the missing security footage.

She believes the killer entered during those seven minutes and 23 seconds.

So, it's a race.

We have to figure out who killed Danny before she places me at the crime scene.

I will run a background check on every member of the crew.

Llewellyn, where are you? Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Wait, he's still missing?

Mr. Toussaint was supposed to be on duty that night, but never clocked in.

I fell ill.

We must search Mr. Toussaint's room.

Oh, fuck.

There are billions on the line in the deal

between the Colliers and the Chuns.

Have to open the books for that, expose their corporate secrets.

- And their connection to Viktor Sams. - The man who killed my mom.

Mrs. Chun, please, come back to the table.

You have 24 hours.

I thought we were meeting with the whole family.

Nope, just me.

Hey, you with Leila?

You can't find her?

Shh.

You shouldn't have come here.

Here's the problem with an eyewitness account:

usually, it's some form of bullshit.

Seagulls are a bit much.

Maybe lose those and pump up the wake behind the boat by about 50%.

Sir, at that speed, the wake wouldn't--

Right, it's not a documentary, is it?

It's a sales tool. We sell the feeling, not reality.

Who wants reality?

But otherwise, looking good.

No, Teddy, you're not hearing me.

They want the whole ship, no other guests.

I mean, I know our capacity, but if Lawrence Collier can pay--

Sunil? You still there?

Oi!

Is that the new iPhone? Yeah.

My girl won't shut up about it, you know? Crazy expensive, though, innit?

- Yeah, inflation's a bitch. - Hmm.

I'm gonna be takin' that.

Yeah.

Hey.

You should keep walking... mate.

Oh, yeah? Or what?

Ooh!

Take the fucker to the hospital.

- Let's go! - Get up, mate.

- I can't run. - Yeah, come on, hurry.

Ey! Let me buy you a pint!

Took about three and a half years to get her back into fightin' shape.

We sail again next month from Morocco.

Morocco, huh?

Never been.

You must have real security to keep a ship like that safe.

Yeah, it's funny you mention it, my, uh... head of security just up and quit.

An incompetent? Or you're a cruel boss?

I mean, why can't it be both?

The ship is my-- - All you can think about.

You want everything so perfect.

And it's hard to find someone to take work off your plate

without ruining your vision.

Most people believe they are experts at bullshit.

At spotting it. At selling it.

You wouldn't happen to know anyone looking for a gig, would you?

I could ask around.

They are wrong... I should know.

I have made millions seeing through your bullshit.

And I spent it all,

knowing there was more where that came from.

In the end... this too,

was bullshit.

He played me.

Classic gambit.

My guess? Those thugs were hired players... in a drama

cooked up for a private audience.

How did we not find this in the background check?

With enough technical prowess, anyone can avoid those triggers.

This is the world now.

Jules can be whoever he wants to be,

half a dozen keystrokes away from a new life.

Yes, is he a killer?

Some people project their hidden thoughts

no matter how badly they try to hide them.

Others, do not even bother to hide their true selves.

A select few have perfect control over their emotions.

Jules is that type.

I do not know what he is capable of.

Hm. He is on the run.

I would like to know precisely why.

Attention, everyone.

I know he was your boss, and in some cases, a friend,

but Jules Toussaint, AKA Javier Deleone,

AKA, oh, I don't know, there are a bunch of them.

He was not what he appeared to be.

He is wanted in three countries.

Robbery, assault, wire fraud,

a career criminal with a violent past.

I believe he destroyed video evidence of his crime,

and is now on the run for murder.

Turn this ship inside out.

As in, right now!

You know what?

If your grandmother can't even show up to reopen this negotiation,

then fuck that, I'm not waiting around any longer.

Tell her she can call me. - Anna.

No one can leave their rooms, Mrs. Collier.

- This isn't my room. - Uh--

You have to stay put.

It is a lockdown due to a security concern.

- This is ridiculous. - Where's my grandmother?

She's in the dining hall.

Everyone must stay exactly where they are until the threat is cleared.

I need to find my wife. Please, she'll be frightened.

No, you cannot leave, not until the killer is found.

Wait, y-you know who the killer is? Who?

I cannot share that information.

Ey! Didn't I just tell you it's a lockdown?

- Yes. - You need to stay in your room, sir!

- We heard you. - Thank you!

Let me be perfectly clear.

My husband is trapped in his room, worried sick about me,

and I take no pleasure in reminding you

that we chartered this floating calamity,

and I intend to walk freely back to my room.

In matters of life and death,

it does not matter how much you have, we are all at the mercy of nature.

In fact... this is exactly where money matters most.

Well, not today. Sit down.

Or stand, have a drink, or don't, but you're not going anywhere.

A crew member has gone missing.

All guests will remain where they are until the matter is resolved.

There is no cause for alarm.

You have no right.

My jurisdiction extends to every rivet on this vessel.

Until our search is complete, you are not to leave this deck.

If you must visit the toilet, you will be escorted.

How chic.

I don't like boats much myself.

These help.

Gift shop.

Where I cannot go until your people finish their search.

You're an excellent listener, Governor.

Yeah, please leave a message.

Llewellyn... they're taking hostages.

I need you to care of this. Where the hell are you?

Here you are, sir.

Hey, I love your accent. What's your name again?

I haven't told you, sir.

Is it okay if I ask?

You can do anything you want.

- How did you find me? - Narcissist.

Wasn't looking for you.

Where is she?

Leila Collier.

I followed her down here. You, like, protecting her or something?

I don't know this woman.

You know, Rufus knows exactly where I am.

He'll be down here any minute.

And you're a skillful liar. My mother would've liked you.

Sit... have a drink.

Just because we're locked down,

doesn't mean we can't do with a bit of style.

- They're hunting for a murderer. - That's a good thing, isn't it?

We clear this up, we get the deal back on track.

Right.

Who do you think it is?

Tripp.

Kidding.

Honestly, I have no idea.

Wait, do you? - Me?

Anna, do you know something?

What aren't you telling me?

Honey, honey.

There's been a murder.

They're gathering everyone for questioning.

It's the man across the hall.

I am sorry for his family.

Of course, we all are.

I woke up last night, you were gone.

I went for a walk, I can't breathe in this room.

Where?

You want to know where I walked?

You think I did it?

- I, I don't know what to think. - The fact that you could even ask--

I am not the only one asking. Rufus Cotesworth is up there.

Interpol is next.

We need to go.

I don't know any more than you do.

Could be anyone.

You don't have to tell me, but do me the courtesy of not lying.

You know, you were right the first time.

What are we drinking?

I feel like a whiskey.

Lucky for you... I'm the world's most generous bartender.