Death and Other Details

Previously on Death and Other Details...

I killed Keith Trubitsky.

- You really want us to believe you harpooned a dude

for yelling at you?

- You did not catch the killer. You only caught one of his followers.

- Viktor Sams is an alias for an international syndicate

that profits by corporate blackmail.

If his targets don't pay, he sends them a message.

- Okay, so you think my mom sent ya these?

- You sent me the spy pics after tryin' to set me up for murder!

- I want you to sit there and show them that I'm in charge.

We came here to close and you couldn't.

We have a deal.

- All I ever wanted was for people to take me seriously.

- They are experts. - I want a divorce.

You wanted to know my deepest secret?

- That sounds fuckin' awful, but I still win.

Viktor Sams is everywhere and nowhere.

How does one keep an operation as large as his so nimble?

It's his whole bloody operation.

Well, joining us tonight

is the upstart private eye who solved the impossible crime.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Rufus Cotesworth.

Now... Mr. Cotesworth,

how did you discover the necklace?

Paint.

No, really.

For anyone who has applied wallpaper to freshly painted walls,

you know you should allow the paint to dry

for at least 30 days before sticking anything to it.

Right, ladies?

- Well, the palace had been freshly painted, pristine,

except a patch was missing from the back doorjamb.

Now, when pressed, the contessa's nanny

admitted... she had taped over the lock every Wednesday night,

so that her Belgian beau could sneak in.

Now that I had identified the Belgian thief,

the real challenge... was how to retrieve the necklace

before he moved it through the black market,

never to be seen again.

Fortunately, even great thieves love one thing above all:

gossip.

- All it took was a few free drinks and my ability to play dumb.

- For you to accomplish what Scotland Yard and MI5 couldn't.

- Hm. - Ladies and gentlemen, Rufus Cotesworth,

and let me be the first to say,

the world's greatest detective.

His words, not mine.

- Any advice for our would-be sleuths out there?

Well... there's only one thing

that separates a good detective... from a great one.

The truth.

The truth... at all cost.

- So bossy. - I know what I want.

Is it just me or is the room spinning?

As much as I'd love to take credit,

I'm fairly certain it's seasickness.

I don't know how you do it.

Living on this floating Tilt-A-Whirl.

Tilt-A-Whirl?

The fairground ride.

It spins on a pivot, and then right after,

you're throwing up funnel cake.

- Ohh. Right, yeah. We call it the "Waltzer."

Hm. That actually makes more sense.

- Just like the metric system and the "u" in colour.

Just like the metric system and the "u" in colour.

- I know, to you, it's just a... ship sloshin' around the high seas,

but,

to me, it's-- - It's your purpose.

Ya know, when you say it back,

it does sound a bit cheese.

No, it doesn't.

It sounds nice.

I've never had a purpose.

I don't think that's true.

I am an assistant to a mid-level marketing executive, so...

Not that.

Then, what then?

I'm not a detective. Not really.

If I rang my mum and told her about you,

I'd call you a detective.

What on Earth is funnel cake?

- It's like this along every exterior wall from here down to F deck.

- Ambient temperature of the ocean keeps the servers cool.

We would've figured it out eventually.

- When did you say your source traced Viktor Sams to Argentina?

- November of 2021. - That tracks.

We were there. Buenos Aires, South American tour.

- Hm. - All this time they were operating

right under my nose. - Don't beat yourself up.

He evaded me for 18 years

and I'm the world's greatest-- - World's greatest detective.

Their words, not mine.

Undertaking like this requires construction, maintenance, specialists.

It's a logistical elephant.

Shit, you don't think Sunil's in on it?

- I do not see how it is possible otherwise.

Hey, you've reached Imogene.

Voicemail.

This was fun.

- Was? - Is. Was.

Will be.

- I admire what you did, getting that family to safety.

I didn't do it for praise.

- Most people say they want the world to change,

then do fuck all.

- What? You think you and I are the same?

Aren't we?

And we're not alone.

I'm part of something bigger than any one of us.

We're going to reset the scales,

get even with the people who have been above the law for far too long.

You could be a part of it.

- How does killing Rufus Cotesworth's assistant make the world a better place?

- What are you talking about? - That's who he was.

Not Keith Trubitsky, the millionaire.

Just a poor man trying to do his job.

So, whatever you were promised, that's a lie.

I'll have no part of it.

Are you gonna drink that?

Oh, lady... you are so fucked up.

You're kinda pitchy. Mm.

Ah, pity party. It's my favorite kinda party.

How long does this take?

- Imagine a dictionary with two million commonly used passwords.

With this program, I can run them all in rapid succession.

A few hours.

- I knew you were more than just a rich lady's wife.

- Hey. - Thank God.

You're unharmed.

I thought you knew it.

Uh.

Should I do the harmony?

- You got me. - I'll do the harmony. Okay.

- Tripp! - It's not right. Ya gotta go down.

A week at sea.

Feels like a month, or maybe, an hour.

Strange when all you can see is the horizon.

Go with the marigold.

Send an obscene amount to Miss Scott's room.

Alright, thanks, Edgar.

Mr. Bhandari.

- What the fuck? You were following us in Malta.

We are always watching. We own you.

I'm done.

I don't care what you do to me or my ship.

I will not spy for you any longer.

You have feelings for the girl.

If anything happens to her, I--

Stop.

- Imogene. - That was him, wasn't it?

Viktor Sams?

- I-I-- - You work for Viktor fucking Sams?

- No, I don't work for him. I can explain. - He owns the boat.

Anyone who pays attention would know.

This ship is no money maker.

You bankrupted yourself bringing your dream to life.

Ran out of options.

'Til you took dirty money to keep... keep it all above water.

You're an accomplice.

He made a criminal of you.

We already found his servers.

- I didn't know what he was when I agreed to take his money,

I swear to you. - Yeah, that means shit at this point.

Where is he?

Or who is he?

You wanna make this right?

Bring us to him.

- Imogene, it doesn't work that way. You don't contact him.

How did he recruit you?

There was an intermediary.

It was an asset manager... from Zurich.

Mr. Bhandari... I'm Andreas Windeler.

- Please, take a seat. - Thank you.

My client is willing to meet your terms

with just one small request.

It's him.

He followed us in Malta.

Viktor Sams was tracking us and you knew the whole time.

- I wouldn't have let him hurt you. - Oh, fuck off.

Where is he now? - If I knew, I would tell you.

First things first, what was the offer?

- When do I get to meet Mr. Sams? I'd love to thank him in person.