Good morning.
Nina,
what are you doing this weekend?
I don't know, I may have plans. Why?
Well, I have tickets
to the Cherrywood manor mystery weekend.
You know, it's one of those
interactive theatrical experiences.
Yes, I have plans.
Oh, come on, Nina.
It'll be fun. It's like a party.
The guests mingle with the actors
while sipping merlot and eating hors d'oeuvres,
and then a murder is staged,
and we amateur sleuths have to try and solve it.
I'll go, if you can guarantee
I'll be the first one murdered.
But the food's really good.
Are you talking about Staley's,
because their onion loaf is to die for.
No, I am talking about
the Cherrywood mystery weekend.
The Cherrywood mystery weekend?
You know, it's one of those
old fashioned whodunits
with food and wine?
Oh, one of those.
Would your family like to come?
I hear they put on a great show.
There's a show?
We all love a good show.
So you'll come?
Well, I don't know.
Everybody's sort of busy.
I mean, if you had told us earlier,
or if it were free--
it's my treat.
All right, we're in!
Now, let me get this straight,
colonel Pinkham,
you stopped a charging rhino
with nothing more than a stare,
and then actually
wrestled it to it's death?
That's exactly what I did.
Let me shake your hand.
Ah.
Having fun, sweetheart?
Oh, I'm having a wonderful time.
Mary, I'd like you to meet colonel Pinkham.
He, he was just telling me
about his last hunting trip.
Oh, don't tell me, let me guess.
On the plains of the Serengeti?
Oh, you bagged yourself a smart one there, Dick.
Excuse me.
Oh, by the way,
good luck.
Good luck to you, Pinkham.
You know, what a remarkable character.
Oh, yeah, he's good.
I saw him last year in man of la mancha
at theater on the pier.
A big game hunter and an actor?
My god. He's a renaissance man.
Did you see the size of those prawns?
Thanks.
Yeah, I just want one more.
So, uh, how long before the show, Dick?
Oh, I hope it's not for a while.
I'm meeting the most fascinating people,
Harry.
Dick, what kind of a weird-Ass party is this?
Everyone I talk to,
they want to tell me their whole life story,
and then, they want to tell me
secrets about the other guests.
Yeah, yeah, and that guy,
chip caswell, he keeps telling me
about how much he hates
this old dude with the young wife,
and you know what? He wears makeup.
You know what your problem is?
For the first time, you find yourselves
in a civilized social situation
where you have to match wits
with intellectuals and bon vivants,
and you crumble.
I, on the other hand, flourish.
Another drink, colonel?
Don't mind if I do. [Laughs]
Mary, you haven't touched your
twice-baked cheddar chive potato.
Can I have it?
I--I'm not feeling too well.
Oh, you should talk to my friend here,
Jack Wallencott.
He tells me he's in excruciating pain, Mary,
but he's not going to give in until
he gets that damned will of his sorted out,
right, Wallencott?
Right. I only hope
nothing happens to me before I do.
I feel queasy and bloated, and I'm all sweaty.
I've gotta go lie down, excuse me.
Yeah, well, uh, hurry back.
So, colonel Pinkham,
would you regale us with another story
of man against beast?
Oh, well, I once shot an elephant in my pajamas.
Ooh.
Really? Mmm.
How he got in my pajamas, I'll never know.
[Laughing]
Did you leave your tent open?
A tad more wine, Mrs. Wallencott?
Why, chip, I hope you're not trying to get me drunk
so you can take advantage of me.
Certainly not, Mrs. Wallencott.
You are having this conversation
right in front of your husband.
What say we take it on down to the drawing room,
and leave the pretty boy behind with the cheese.
Eames!
You've been my butler for 20 years,
you never remember
to keep my wine glass full.
You see how she bosses that guy around?
Yeah, and he's the best dressed guy here.
What a wuss.
Mmm. Pathetic. Hey, eames! More water, now!
[Speaking British] And uh, could you clear
this dirty plate, eames?
Very well, sir.
[Glass tinkling]
I would like to propose a toast.
A toast to my new friends.
All: hear, hear!
Ooh! Good heavens!
Don't move.
[Screams]
He's been murdered!
But by whom?
A trio of sorbets
will be served in the drawing room.
[All talk]
Does this mean the show's canceled?
[Laughing]
Oh, this is horrible.
A man has just been murdered,
and everyone is calmly standing around
eating sorbet.
Obviously, these people
have been completely desensitized
by all the gratuitous violence
they've seen on television and movies...
especially the movies.
So what are we gonna do?
We're gonna grab Mary and get out of here.
Come on.
Everybody stay exactly where you are.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
please take your seats.
I am inspector macaffery from Scotland yard.
He got here quick.
No one is to leave the premises.
Until further investigation,
everyone is considered a suspect.
Everyone?
Sh-sh-surely you don't mean everyone?
Given the right circumstances,
anyone is capable of murder.
But not everyone.
Yes, everyone.
But not anyone.
Yes.
[Crying]
There, there, Milly.
Ooh.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Hey! Slow down there, buddy.
I'm sorry.
What are you, crazy?
That woman's husband was just murdered,
and you're trying to stick your tongue
down her throat?
Do you want to become the prime suspect?
Well, why would I be a suspect?
It's obvious that hunter guy did it.
How dare you!
My dear friend colonel Pinkham is many things,
longbow expert, marksman,
knife and gun collector, actor...
but he is no murderer.
[Mary retching]
Oh, my poor Mary.
Listen, let's not spoil
Mary's "whodunit" weekend
with news of this heinous murder.
Dick...
you guys having fun?
All: oh, yeah.
Darling, yes,
we only wish that you could
join in all the gaiety.
How are you feeling?
I feel awful.
I've been throwing up for hours.
Did anyone else eat the prawns?
All: no.
It must be food poisoning.
Oh, my god, Mary!
You've been poisoned!
Who has done this to you?
Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?
[Door slams closed]
Oh, my god.
If they can get to Albright,
then none of us is safe.
Uh!
Oh, sorry. I'm Ok.
Uh!
So, inspector, any breakthroughs?
No, but the game's afoot, I dare say.
You know, I could assist you in all this.
What if we collected
some bits of physical evidence?
Uh-huh?
You know, cigar butts, lipstick stains,
a monogrammed lighter,
a monogrammed handkerchief,
a monogrammed towel, a monogrammed shirt,
anything monogrammed would be really good.
Right, well, let's not get overeager, hmm?
Why don't you sit back
and take in the events as they unfold?
But there's a murderer among us!
Yes, and he'll be among us all weekend.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must phone Scotland yard.
That inspector
is appallingly lackadaisical.
Look, maybe I'd
better just call Don.
Yeah, we need some Rutherford blue on our side,
but until then-- and I know
this might sound a bit unorthodox--
I think we need to do some sleuthing on our own.
Are you saying that we should
try to solve the murder ourselves?
At a party?
Exactly.
Someone may have had the motive.
Someone may have had the opportunity.
My god, if they had both!
I'd better go confer with my dear friend,
the colonel.
Ok, this might sound crazy, right,
but what if eames did it?
You think the butler did it?
Well, that's a little far-Fetched.
Well, think about it.
Who gave Albright the poison prawns?
Uh-oh...
Tommy...
you haven't been very nice to eames.
No, you picked on him first.
I'm a teenager, I couldn't resist.
Whatever. Look, Harry, come on.
Let's go find a phone and call Don.
Ah!
Eames. Hi, man, how are you doing?
Listen, you got a first name?
Eames.
You and me, eames, uh, we're cool, right?
No, sir.
Colonel Pinkham, we need your help.
This inspector has some agenda of his own
that I don't understand.
I think--
[Gasps]
Colonel?
[Gagging] Colonel?
[Screams]
He's dead!
My dear friend colonel Pinkham
has been murdered!
A selection of domestic ports
will be served in the foyer.
That's it!
I'm not staying for the show.
Inspector.
Yeah?
Oh, hello!
Just enjoying a little sustenance.
This case is a particularly taxing one.
Another man has been murdered.
Already?
Oh! Sorry.
Sorry? Because of your laxity,
a man is dead!
Maybe that lazy
pip-pip-cheerio attitude
flies in foggy old London town,
but you're in Ohio now, guv'nah!
Listen, I've done a thousand of these.
Calm down, sit back, enjoy it.
Enjoy it? That's it.
I'm taking over this investigation.
Give me that police blotter.
Casting call?
This is for actors.
What do you want from me?
I'll tell you something, macaffery,
maybe you should try acting
because you're a damned awful inspector!
Hello, Mary.
I brought you some crackers.
They're sealed,
so I think they're safe.
Thanks.
I'm just so glad you're not...
dead.
That would be ironic, wouldn't it?
Mary, I haven't been completely honest with you.
Something's happened.
2 people have been murdered.
Oh, no.
You don't sound very concerned,
I said, 2 people, murdered.
2 people, and I've been up here, sick.
So you have.
It's been awful.
You have been up here
the whole time, right?
When you have food poisoning, you can't move.
Everybody knows that.
Yes, everybody knows that.
What kind of crackers are these?
Garlic and sour cream.
Mary!
Ok, Tommy,
I gotta stay up here
and guard Albright's door.
You go downstairs and wait for Don,
and don't tell anyone what you're doing.
Ok, um, could you take that candle
away from your face?
It sort of makes you look like a monster.
Ooh!
All right, that's not funny.
Ok, I've got issues with eames, and--
come on, Tommy.
You can get through this.
We've been through tougher things
than this before.
You're right.
Ok. We have.
Damn right, we have.
Yeah! Ok!
All right! [Gunshot]
Both: aah!
Hey, I'm sorry,
I thought that the trigger was the safety.
Oh, god, Don, thank god you're here.
What's wrong?
Unspeakable things have been happening
in this house, Don.
Well, I'm sure it's nothing
this police officer hasn't seen before, son.
This old guy in a wheelchair
got a knife stuck in his back,
and he croaked right in front of us.
I've never seen that before.
And then, somebody put poison
in this safari guy's drink,
and he just fell dead, right out of his chair.
And he was, like... [Screams]
2 guys were killed?
I'd better get backup. You hang tight.
No, no, no.
Don't let anybody see you, baby.
They could kill you, too.
Aw, jeez.
Aah!
[Grunting]
I just saw Don.
He's going for backup.
Good.
Because I think I'm on the verge
of blowing this case wide open. Follow me!
Aha! Fingerprints on the mantle,
but whose prints could they be?
Who was last seen alone in this room?
[Clock chimes]
Alas, that concludes tonight's chapter,
ladies and gentlemen, thank you.
Man: bravo! [All applaud]
Inspector: pleasant dreams.
Not so fast!
No one goes to sleep just yet, inspector.
Oh, for crying out loud.
Everybody sit their evil little butts back down, now!
Thanks.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Dr. Solomon is about to address you all.
Please hold all comments
until he has finished his summation.
Thank you, Harry.
These are the facts, as we know them.
During dinner, Jack Wallencott
dropped dead into his potato,
a hunting knife protruding from his back.
Hours later, my dear friend colonel Pinkham
was found poisoned to death
in his favorite wingback chair.
Dick, come to bed.
Quiet, Mary, I'm summing up.
But it's only Friday.
Shut it!
Who is responsible?
Ooh! Mrs. Wallencott.
Oh, lord.
Silence!
One hour ago, I was rifling
through Mrs. Runquist's suitcase.
How dare you go through my things?
How dare you own a leopard thong?
And while I was contemplating that thong,
I wondered...
who is the person that we would least suspect
of poisoning the colonel?
Will you sit down?
You're stealing my part. I get to do this.
How many more people have to die
because of your incompetence?
I do the summation after brunch, every Sunday.
Read the damn brochure!
No!
The least likely suspect
is the person...
who, herself, was poisoned,
but poisoned only to the extent
that she lay sick in her room,
above suspicion,
away from the crowd, the perfect dose.
And who knows more about poisons
than an anthropologist?
A toxicologist? Yes.
But forget I just said that.
That leads nowhere.
No! Mary Albright killed Jack Wallencott
and then in a fever of vengefulness,
she killed my dear friend,
colonel Pinkham.
What the--
yes, Mary.
I could tell immediately
you were jealous.
You never expected the colonel and me
to forge such a bond...
and if you couldn't have me,
no one else could.
You can't accuse me of murder,
you can only accuse the actors.
And which actors would those be, Mary?
If you had hips the size of that blonde woman,
would you be wearing that skirt?
Oh, darling, please.
I wouldn't even leave the house.
Ooh.
Colonel. You're alive.
And Mr. Wallencott, you...
you can walk!
Dick: wait a minute,
you only pretended to die.
None of this is real.
This is all a scam!
No, wait...
you're all actors.
This is the show, right?
Well, you were all marvelous.
And you, sir,
are the reason I want to leave acting,
and return to my first passion,
drink!
Mary?
I--I never really believed
that you were the murderer,
especially once I found out
that everybody here was an actor,
that's when it really hit me.
[Bang]
Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut!
Freeze! Everybody down on the floor!
Down on the floor!
You! Show me the bodies!
Now! Go, go, go, go, go!
Sally: Don! Don! Hon.
Is this one of those murder mystery things?
Well, yaah.
Rico, hold the gas!
Aah! The gas!
[All scream]
[Don screaming]
I don't get it.
For free, murder is a horrible tragedy,
but you charge 100 bucks for it,
and suddenly, it's a sophisticated night out.
But it's inappropriate
for kids.
This world does need more entertainment
that's acceptable for children.
Something where people
are nice to each other.
Something where people
can just love one another.
They have that.
It's called pornography.
Then that's what kids
should watch.