The Deep Secret/Transcript

Angela: Okay. So the man at the store said this mystery game will be a bonding experience. Or it will tear our friendships apart. I'm hoping for bonding!

Hank: Ooh! My character is Doctor Moreau a suave, French physician. Enchanté.

Ben: And I'm Detective Mulholland, a hard-nosed lawman with a past. Hm. I was hoping to play someone a bit less myself, but oh, well.

Ginger: I'll tell you who I am in a minute! I almost have enough quartz for a drawbridge in my City Builder— Hey!

Angela: No phones allowed, Ginger. Or should I say... Sebastian, the little butler.

Ginger: Oh, man! Can I at least be a dinosaur butler?

Angela: What? No! That's not how this works. Tom! We're about to start a mystery!

Tom: Just a minute! Hm. Does this tie say... (In English accent) "Bartholomew Wellington, international spy"? Ha! Haha! (In normal voice) Hmm. The code book, I presume. (gasps) Angela's diary? Where she keeps her deepest thoughts that she can't tell anyone?! Uh. I'd better pretend I didn't see this. Or I could just read it. But just one word. One innocent word.

Angela: Tom...

Tom: Tom?! Okay, I'll read two innocent words.

Angela: Tom can't... Tom can't know my secret.

(The scene cuts to the theme song.)

Tom: Secret? what’s her secret? you can’t write that and not explain it—

Angela (off-screen): Tom?

Tom: (yelps) Secret? I mean, Angela? uh, sup?

Angela: What’s taking you so long? we’re all waiting for—

(Angela turns to her bed and the scene cuts to the diary.)

Angela: (Nervously) oh, wow. It is such a mess in here. much better, right? Don’t you think that’s better? (laughs nervously)

Tom: Haha, Yeah, you keep a tidy room.