... I can't believe you missed it, Pop. The world's five greatest living detectives, and...

Willie Wang: [DELETED SCENE, RESTORED FOR TELEVISION - Willie rejoins the others after covering up Twain's body] ... I can't believe you missed it, Pop. The world's five greatest living detectives, and not one of you noticed that *Twain was clutching a note in his hand!* Sidney Wang: Give it to me. Willie Wang: Oh, no; it's mine. Milo Perrier: Oh, give it to your father, you idiot! Willie Wang: [gloating] "Idiot?" We'll see who's the idiot, Mr. Perrier! The $1 million goes to whoever solves the crime, and that could be me just as easily as you! I've got more brains than my father gives me credit for! "#3 Adopted Son?" I'm sick and tired of being just your #3 Adopted Son. I'm *Willie Wang, Young Detective!* This clue belongs to me, and nobody's getting it from me, you understand? Nobody...! Sam Diamond: [with his gun leveled at Willie's head] Better stand back, Tess. I don't want you to get hurt when the bullet comes out his other ear. [takes the note and reads] Sam Diamond: "Please call dairy and cancel future deliveries of milk; Lionel Twain deceased." [hands back the note] Sam Diamond: So much for your clue, kid. Willie Wang: [very sheepish] Uhm... Sorry about that, Dad.

Point one: He has succeeded in gathering... the world’s five greatest detectives... to investigate a crime that has not yet been committed. Point two: He has set traps for us... a bridge that almost collapses, falling statues. Does he mean to kill us? Certainly not yet. He could've done that at any time. He is merely trying to whet our appetites... for the game that is to follow. Point three: Why five detectives instead of one? Because he intends to take us all on, ladies and gentlemen... a feat that no criminal mind has heretofore attempted. Therefore, before this hellish weekend begins... I propose that we raise our wine glasses in a toast... to either a most beguiling and charming man... or to an insidious, fiendish madman. - Bottoms up. - One moment, please. Point four: Wine poisoned. An ancient, tasteless, colorless and odorless Oriental herb... that kills instantly. Observe, please. Great scot, Mr. Wang. You saved our lives. Not quite, Mrs. Charleston. Bon appetit. Since Wang was the only one who could detect poison, he was the only tested. Point five: Mr. Twain is both beguiling and fiendish. - Get a doctor, quick. - No, no. It's all right. My wine is not poisoned. It was just a bad year. Good work, Mr. Wang. We must all be on our guard through every course of the meal. You’re all forgetting one thing. This makes the butler pretty suspicious, since he’s the one who poured the wine. Except for the fact that he is blind. How would he know which one to serve the poisoned glass to? That’s very simple. Blind people have a very keen sense of smell. Since we’re all Anglo-Saxon and Mr. Wang's son is Japanese... it wouldn't be hard to sniff out the Chinaman. See here, Diamond. That's a pretty tacky thing to say. It’s a pretty tacky world, Mr. Charleston. - Isn't that right, angel? - That's right, Sam.