Pineapple juice! He just put pineapple juice in his whiskey! It... it's so dumb.
It's so dumb, it's brilliant!
NO! It's just dumb!
Most scenes together: Benoit Blanc & Miles Bron (2), Benoit Blanc & Birdie Jay (2)
Pineapple juice! He just put pineapple juice in his whiskey! It... it's so dumb.
It's so dumb, it's brilliant!
NO! It's just dumb!
Hold on. What just happened?
Blanc, I saw you go in the engine room. You're the imposter. We all know it! Case closed, we're done.
I don't understand this at all. So Angie caught me and now the game's just over?
Sorry, Blanc, you're thrown out the airlock. It's a no brainer.
I've got to say, the world's greatest detective? I thought you'd be better at this.
Listen, I want to be clear. I am not Batman. I can find you the truth, I can gather evidence, I can present it to the police and the courts, but that is where my jurisdiction ends.
Yeah, but it's you doing it instead of me. I'll take those odds.
The killer nearly struck my Achilles' Heel. But thank high heaven, at the last moment, I realized what had teased my entire brain through this entire case: ..."imbreathiate". ...It's not a word.
What?
Can we just take a second and fully imbreathiate this moment?
It's not a real word. It kinda sounds like one, but it's just entirely made up. Now "reclamation", now, well, that... that is a word, but it's the wrong word.
This place is the full reclamation of everything I've achieved up to now.
This entire day...
The predefinite detective.
...a veritable minefield of malapropisms...
The infraction point.
... and factual errors.
Bask in the sun, swim in the Ionian Sea.
Oh, yeah, it is. It is.
His dock doesn't float. His wonder fuel... is a disaster. His grasp of disruption theory is remedial at best. He didn't design the puzzle boxes. He didn't write the mystery. Et voila! It all adds up! The key to this entire case, and it was staring me right in the face. Like everyone in the world, I assumed Miles Bron was a complicated genius, but why? Look into the clear center of this Glass Onion: Miles Bron is an idiot!
Oh, please, just tell us who tried to kill me.
Nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon!
Like Miles said, I'm a truth teller. Some people can't handle it.
It's a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth. Don't you think?
Are you calling me dangerous?
We'll see.
What about Miles? What if he just did it?
Well, we can't rule it out, but Miles Bron is not an idiot. To risk committing murder after a very public court case, with the possibility of that email of Andi's coming to light, would be an exceedingly stupid thing to do, especially if someone was willing to do it for him.
Let me tell you a little secret. Your worldview is gonna change. Once you hear it, you can't un-hear it. Is your phone turned off?
Oh, I left it in my room.
Okay. If you want to shake things up, you start with something small. You break a norm or an idea or a convention, some little business model, but you go with things that people are kind of tired of anyway. Everybody gets excited because you're busting up something that everyone wanted broken in the first place. That's the infraction point. That's the place where you have to look within yourself, and ask: Am I the kind of person who will keep going? Will you break more things? Break bigger things? Be willing to break the thing that nobody wants you to break? Because at that point, people are not going to be on your side. They're going to call you crazy. They're gonna say you're a bully. They're gonna tell you to stop. Even your partner will say you need to stop. Because as it turns out, nobody wants you to break the system itself. But that is what true disruption is, and that is what unites all of us. We all got to that line, and crossed it.
We'll do what we always do – deny, half apologize, and then go silent a while. I will handle this.
What is this?
It's my secret phone.
What is this?
An email from a SweetiePants contractor two years ago.
"Ms. Jay, I am writing to inform you that the proposed Bangladesh factory is notoriously one of the world's biggest sweatshops. Please advise." And then you replied: "Sounds perfect, thanks," with your Memoji dabbing. [in dawning horror] Birdie... please tell me you did not think sweatshops are where they make sweatpants.
Oh my god...
You know Da Vinci invented a technique for brushstrokes that leave no lines? That's how you can look straight at her, and her expression changes every time. Her smile's there, then it disappears. Is she happy, is she sad, is it something else? This simple thing that you thought you were looking at, it suddenly takes on layers and depth so complex, gives you vertigo.
Andi used to tell me the truth. Nobody does that now. It's all just fake smiles and agendas and people wanting what they think they're owed. Hating you when you don't give it to them because that's what you're there for.
Everything is so woke nowadays, it's out of control.
I like the glass onion, as a metaphor. An object that seems densely layered, but in reality, the centre is in plain sight. Your relationship with these people may seem complex, but looking at what you've done this weekend, it's crystal clear. You've taken seven people, each of whom has a real life reason to wish you harm, gathered them together on a remote island, and placed the idea of your murder in their heads. It's like putting a loaded gun on the table, and turning off the lights.
If I ever meet Jared Leto, I am gonna whup his kombucha-brewin' ass.
Mr. Bron, I've learned through bitter experience that an anonymous invitation is not to be trifled with.