Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Oh, no accidents. I saw him, Jessica.

Bravo, Pedro. Oh.

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

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

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

Hmm. Excuse me. Good night. Good night!

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

To my dear friends already here,

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

things are not quite as desperate as they seem.

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

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

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

to the welfare of underprivileged children throughout the African continent.

The radio has been smashed beyond repair.

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

To my wife, Margo, whom I cherish dearly,

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

Right, Sir John?

So much for our theory about Willard Kauffman.

Oh. Good night, Sir John.

Really? No, no. Thank you, Doctor.

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

not a word of this to the others.

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

Margo. I am sorry.

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

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

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

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

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

The finest donkey I've ever seen.

- [Jessica] Sir John! - Completely gutted.

[Laughs] I welcome any interrogations.

that Stefan did not shoot Diego with a crossbow.

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

you and I were having tea at the Barcelona airport.

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

My hospitality does not extend to my wife!

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

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

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

And put my attacker on guard? No, Jessica.

Hello? Margo? Anyone up?

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

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