Death and Other Details

Tripp, give it back!

Aw, you're never gonna get this back.

Tripp, leave your sister alone!

Pay attention. I'm gonna kill you!

Details matter. Good luck.

If you want to solve a crime, any crime,

you must first learn to see through the illusion.

She got suspended from school.

Stole a rare book from the library, first edition.

She's been acting out since her mother died.

Which is completely understandable.

Maybe she'll talk to you.

She's like a daughter to us.

All the resources of this family are at your disposal.

I'm Rufus.

Must be Imogene?

Huh.

I'd wager they never even play with it.

So... you're the world's greatest detective.

Their words, not mine.

I'm here to help with your mother's case.

I understand you're the only eyewitness.

I don't remember.

But I wanna help.

You will.

You and me,

we're gonna help each other.

I bet you think it's easy, reader.

You are wrong.

Illusions are everywhere.

In my 30-year career, I have learned two key lessons.

One, do not attempt to bribe a national parks employee.

And this:

what is real is precious... and rare.

Celia Chun is using this to fuck with the offer,

but she's just bluffing. I know she wants in.

Check these upper deck bars. These people got all your money.

Because I know.

She's on our ship drinking our booze.

She wants in, so just give me the numbers that I want.

- Has she convinced 'em? - Who, the board?

No, the Chuns. Don't you work for her?

As an assistant in the marketing department,

as you remind me constantly.

You know, I keep a screengrab of your adorable, little pay stub

in my favorites folder. - Yeah, I know, Tripp.

You showed me at the holiday party. - Mm.

...for anything under eight.

You know that. She's rattled.

My sister? Terrified. - Give me the revised spreadsheet.

She's gotta lock down this Chun money. Has to.

Mm! Olives. Thank you. Of course.

And that's last night, but we'll see. Okay.

Hi, sorry. Work is just...

I'm being a bad friend. - No, it's fine.

Did you, uh, d'you fix things?

Close that funding round? - It's fine. Everything's fine.

Good. Well, don't worry about me. I'm happy just freeloading as per usual.

What? Imogene, please, you're family.

Really glad you say that

because my room service bill last night was hilarious.

Ha-ha.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Mm.

You gotta be fuckin' kidding me!

This watch is worth 50 grand! You hear me? That's 50,000 American.

More than you make in a fucking year! - I'm so sorry, sir.

I'm so sorry... - Your tip was in here. Was.

Is that your friend, Tripp?

It's my investor... supposedly.

I hate that. Only a true asshole punches down.

Somebody has to say something.

Doesn't always have to be you, though.

But I'm so good at it.

We get it... you're a garbage person.

But what makes you think you have to broadcast it?

Excuse me?

You're here as a guest of the Collier family

on a billion-dollar boat on a free vacation.

You should learn to say thank you and shut up about the rest.

And that watch? That is an abomination.

It's not enough that people like you need to own all the beautiful things.

Ya have to own the ugly things, too.

Huh.

You know what I think? - Please. Blow my feeble mind.

I think you want it both ways.

I think you tell yourself you're some kinda crusader

fightin' for the little guy from the inside.

But the truth is, you're not an insider.

You're not somebody. You're nobody.

You're a... a paid friend.

And that doesn't make you better than them.

Makes you a hypocrite.

Tell me I'm wrong.

No, you got me pegged.

Here's a stupid thing people love to say:

"The simplest explanation is always correct."

Well... I never took those cases.

I took the impossible ones,

and it made me rich...

Housekeeping.

...for a while.

You want to know how I did it?

I already told you.

Pay attention... Details matter.

I can't believe we're gonna be trapped on this thing for 10 days.

I'm so sorry I dragged you into this.

- It's okay. - Sir!

Hey, hey, it's okay. Hey, Larry, Larry, Larry!

Hey, man, nice digs!

I hope she floats.

I'm Tripp's friend, Keith Trubitsky.

I wanted to thank you for the invite. I mean... what a treat!

"The world is ugly and the people are sad."

Wallace Stevens wrote that, and he died in 1955, the lucky fuck.

Imagine if he saw the dumpster fire it is now.

But all that ugliness stays on shore.

When we sail these rolling waters, we leave the real world behind.

And let me tell you who paid for the privilege.

You all know Mr. Lawrence Collier by name and reputation.

He sails with his wife, Katherine, to celebrate his retirement.

Every guest aboard this vessel is important

because every one of them is important to Mr. Lawrence Collier.

Their daughter, Anna, is expected to take over for her father

as CEO of Collier Mills,

but this is no simple case of nepotism.

Anna Collier is a shark.

They can't come back and want to renege on terms

that we already signed to. Just tell them no.

Her wife, Leila Collier, a retired clickbait journalist,

requested a room on the south side of the ship to avoid 5G contamination.

Leila has certain peculiarities.

Anna's childhood friend, Imogene Scott, was taken in by the Collier family

after her mother's grisly murder.

Anna's older brother, Lawrence the third, or Tripp,

is a self-employed entrepreneur. - Hit me.

Goddammit! Motherfucker...

Tripp has launched many enterprises,

all of which have failed.

What he has succeeded at is cocaine.

Here's your vitamin B12 IV drip.

Governor Alexandra Hochenberg of the state of Washington

is up for reelection this fall.

She is a virtual shoo-in.

We've been working on this deal for over a year...

As might be expected,

the Colliers always travel with their family lawyer.

After I got your dipshit son into Vassar?

The Collier entourage includes Father Toby Briggs,

well-known political kingmaker.

Father Toby drags along his son, known to the world as That Derek.

Oh, yeah. These people rich.

That Derek is a rising TikTok star.

What up, baddies? It's your boy, That Derek.

Surely, in his celestial manse, Wallace Stevens weeps for us all.

The Chun family operate a global fast-fashion empire

overseen by matriarch Celia Chun.

Rumor has it the Chuns will announce a sizable investment in Collier Mills

while they sail with us.

You may recognize their personal security detail,

Rufus Cotesworth.

Once heralded as the World's Greatest Detective,

he has been brought low by circumstance.

And finally, rounding out our VIP guest list,

is Mr. Keith Trubitsky of Indianapolis, Indiana.

Proof that money cannot buy taste, good looks, charm... or ability.

Fuck!

Our guests look to you... to transport them

to a bygone era of beauty and style.

It is a spell we cast. Do not be the one to break it.

Dismissed.

Winnie, do you know what the very best part of my job is?

Sunil lets me fire anyone I want.

You can't fire me.

Not if you don't want a lecture from Mum at New Year's.

I worry.

There are temptations when you spend so much time around these people.

You start to think like them, you start to act like them.

But you can't,

because they have something that protects them everywhere they go.

And what is that?

Money.

Buongiorno, ladies and gentlemen...

I'm Rufus.

I'm here to help with your mother's case.

I'd like to leave a note for a guest. I'm just not sure what room he's in.

Rufus Cotesworth?

I'm sorry, but the itinerary of each passenger is private.

So, he's not a guest.

I didn't say that.

Who's he working for?

Oh.

Good afternoon, Ms. Scott.

What message would you like to leave Mr. Cotesworth?

Changed my mind.

I'd like to leave a message for whoever he's working for.

"You hired a fraud. Cut your losses."

Aren't you gonna get a pen?

I'll remember.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey, bud. Hey.