Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You want a confession? Tell us the crime!
to rescue our children, Mr. Beaumont.
It is a million coins, you know!
My name's Simon Holman, but I don't plan on
The guilty party confesses or they all die.
and the police come charging in.
I'm listening.
You think? But no...
Look, I'll-I'll call you back, okay?
Or more like Kernel Mustard in a library.
and did nothing to stop it. Isn't that true?
because he's already dead.
But we did retrieve a number of anonymous messages,
The police can't get close enough to verify that,
It's a website where people who play the game meet
What they saw on their phones, the treasure map
- Me. - Camille?
Car. Now.
He's a nutter, isn't that obvious?
Boyd was diagnosed with brain cancer last spring.
I wanted to impress him.
Me neither.
sticking around long enough to get to know any of you.
I told you, I didn't do it.
Getting closer...
Is that supposed to be reassuring?
Even before I saw you, I could tell you were a nerd.
I liked you, Phoenix. I really did.
Whoever did it, confess.
Okay, the entry codes are coming through.
No one's alive down there.
We still haven't, actually.
- That's not how he plays. - But you can't be certain.
We're gonna need some help.
Camille! Simon!
Okay, you might wanna tone it down,
I'd say we do.
Well, he'll have eyes on his hostages.
It was all me.
The instructions are in.
that wasn't locked shut.
personal trainer from Berlin.
And a loser.
Well, talking to them over a speaker doesn't work.
- to hide your own guilt. - I didn't do it.
this is about something that was said in a private chatroom,
Four of us now.