Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hmm. Excuse me. Good night. Good night!

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

that Stefan did not shoot Diego with a crossbow.

Margo. I am sorry.

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

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

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

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

The finest donkey I've ever seen.

[Laughs] I welcome any interrogations.

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

My hospitality does not extend to my wife!

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

And put my attacker on guard? No, Jessica.

Oh. Good night, Sir John.

- [Jessica] Sir John! - Completely gutted.

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

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

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

you and I were having tea at the Barcelona airport.

Bravo, Pedro. Oh.

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

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

Oh, no accidents. I saw him, Jessica.

To my dear friends already here,

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

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

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

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

So much for our theory about Willard Kauffman.

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

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

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

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

Right, Sir John?

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

things are not quite as desperate as they seem.

Hello? Margo? Anyone up?

not a word of this to the others.

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

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

Really? No, no. Thank you, Doctor.

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

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

To my wife, Margo, whom I cherish dearly,

The radio has been smashed beyond repair.

to the welfare of underprivileged children throughout the African continent.

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