Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right, Sir John?

And put my attacker on guard? No, Jessica.

Really? No, no. Thank you, Doctor.

He loves me. And... you love him?

[Laughs] I welcome any interrogations.

Margo. I am sorry.

To my wife, Margo, whom I cherish dearly,

Oh. Look how you've captured his expression. Here. Come with me.

Husband, wife, ex-wife... How do you pull it off?

Hmm. Excuse me. Good night. Good night!

I'm afraid your little game has come to an end.

Well, that's it then. Conrad has left this island.

I, for one, would feel a lot safer if we could find the missing crossbow.

After all, the-the attacker could only have been me, Belle, Elaine McComber,

The finest donkey I've ever seen.

not a word of this to the others.

At 50 yards, it can drive a bolt clear through a pheasant.

Oh, no, Sir John. I'm afraid we both know...

to the welfare of underprivileged children throughout the African continent.

If I'm not mistaken, it contained amyl nitrate.

Sorry to leave so soon, maestro. But we must sail before the tide turns.

that Stefan did not shoot Diego with a crossbow.

you and I were having tea at the Barcelona airport.

What happened? Oh, there, darling. It's nothing.

Oh. Good night, Sir John.

You're saying that whoever tried to kill you is one of your guests?

I don't... I do not know.

- [Jessica] Sir John! - Completely gutted.

Then, of course, that is no longer a problem for him now, is it?

[Elaine] Diego. I don't know what to say.

And then... Oh, very clever, Mrs. Fletcher.

in the company of so many loving friends who have traveled here...

Packed? [Chuckles] Oh, no. No, no.

She needed money, so the lawyer could bribe some important officials.

Hello? Margo? Anyone up?

Oh, no accidents. I saw him, Jessica.

And if not? If not, we will simply wait until tomorrow morning!

My hospitality does not extend to my wife!

Now, there's a killer loose on this island, and despite what Belle said,

I did not see. But the arm. Was it a man's arm, or a woman's arm?

The radio has been smashed beyond repair.

We'll get to them first thing after our guests leave.

I beg your pardon? I said we both know that you killed Diego Santana.

Bravo, Pedro. Oh.

things are not quite as desperate as they seem.

To my dear friends already here,

So much for our theory about Willard Kauffman.

You do see my problem, don't you? Hmm?