COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD walks over to the dead body of Yvette.

MR. REGINALD ASH is crying on his knees. MRS. WHITE stands motionless, grasping tightly onto the candlestick. MADAME ROSE steadies her breathing, backing away from the trio and back into the UPSTAIRS HALLWAY.

COL. MUSTARD's eyes are instantly focused on the photographs that are spread out over the bedsheets -

COL. MUSTARD's hands shake as he looks over fifteen photographs of woman murdered in various fashions.

Drown, hanged, burned, beheaded, suffocated, tortured...

COL. MUSTARD ignores the crying butler and pries the crumpled photograph from the young girl's fingers.

He unfolds and smooths out the photograph -

It shows a curly-haired woman who closely resembles YVETTE. Nearly a dozen crossbow bolts are sticking out of her face, neck, and chest.

MRS. WHITE walks over to the bed and looks down at the macabre photographs. She clutches both of her hands to her chest.

COL. MUSTARD holds up the crumpled photograph for MRS. WHITE to see.

COL. MUSTARD hastily fumbles around in his pocket for his wallet. Tears begin to blur his vision as he pulls a single photograph from inside.

It is a photograph of the same woman -- taken under far better circumstances.

MRS. WHITE's face twists to a dark, angry frown.

MRS. WHITE grabs MR. ASH by the shoulder.

HERR KLAUS GOLD sits in the loft on an old wooden stool. He peers out of the slightly open horizontal barn sash window.

HERR GOLD pulls a flask of whiskey from his wet coat's inside pocket and quickly chugs it down. He catches his breath and stands up, dusting the splinters and blistered paint from his trousers.

HERR GOLD finds a large empty burlap sack and tears it open. He smooths it out and lays it down over some hay. He fixes himself a makeshift bed/nest and lies down on his back.

HERR GOLD stares up at the gambrel roof with wide, blood-shot eyes. He chuckles to himself and shakes his head back and forth. He lays his arm over his eyes and slowly drifts off to sleep.

MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET enters the room to see FIVEL sitting on the edge of her bed. It is obvious that he's been crying.

Thunder outside startles the small child.

MISS SCARLET sighs and opens the door and peeks out.

MISS SCARLET sighs and motions to FIVEL to follow her to the door.

MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK paces along the flower boxes at the back of the room. She is secretly smoking a cigarette near an open window. Rain is bouncing off the stone windowsill into the room.

MRS. PEACOCK exhales the cigarette smoke outside, trying her best to mask the smell.

MRS. PEACOCK sighs, shaking off the bad memories from twenty years ago.

MRS. PEACOCK stops motionless as she catches her own reflection in one of the closed windows.

MRS. PEACOCK puts out the cigarette in the soil of the flower box.

MRS. PEACOCK begins to pull the leaves off of the African violets in a violent fit of rage.

MRS. PEACOCK stops and drops a fistful of leaves onto the floor.

MRS. PEACOCK composes herself and calmly leaves the CONSERVATORY with the window open and African violet leaves scattered around the floor.

SGT. GRAY holds up his hand to stop M. BRUNETTE from speaking and walking any further.

SGT. GRAY turns off his flashlight to avoid alerting the shadowy, foggy figure ahead.

SGT. GRAY holds up his flashlight.

SGT. GRAY and M. BRUNETTE crouch low and move quickly. They stealthily draw up on the figure at the BOAT HOUSE doors.

SGT. GRAY is holding the flashlight tightly, ready to wield it like a baseball bat.

SGT. GRAY lowers his weapon with disappointment.

PROFESSOR VICTOR PLUM turns around, wiping off his round, rain-spattered glasses.

SGT. GRAY and PROF. PLUM turn to see that M. BRUNETTE is pointing off into the night towards the TENNIS COURTS.

MR. THALLO GREEN stumbles out of the BILLIARD ROOM with MISS OLIVIA RAVEN. He is very drunk. She is quite sober.

MISS RAVEN doesn't respond. She notices the concerned faces of COL. MUSTARD and MME ROSE as they descend the staircase.

COL. MUSTARD and MME ROSE reach the bottom of the staircase and hurry across to the telephone on the mirrored side table.

MISS RAVEN shakes her head no.

MR. GREEN shakes his head no.

MR. GREEN watches as MISS RAVEN hurries up the staircase.

MR. GREEN sits down at a nearby chair, putting his hands on his knees and leaning forward. He spits onto the HALL floor unapologetically.

MR. GREEN swallows hard.

MR. GREEN stands up and reaches for his PISTOL to find it is missing.

MR. ASH and MRS. WHITE climb the staircase to the ATTIC. MRS. WHITE is still clutching onto the candlestick tightly.

Thunder rumbles loudly outside.

MRS. WHITE crosses the long ATTIC with MR. ASH a few steps behind her.

Lightning flashes through the gables.

MRS. WHITE points to the tin pails, overflowing with rainwater.

MRS. WHITE leaves MR. ASH to tend to the tin pails. She passes an old upright piano, a wedding dress on a mannequin, and a large wooden trunk.

MR. ASH opens a gabled window and dumps the rainwater out.

MRS. WHITE continues past sheet-covered sofas, chairs, tables, and rows and rows of boxes. She finally reaches the front of the attic.

MRS. WHITE tenses her jaw as she pushes the bookcases out of the way of the locked door. She reaches down to her hip and takes her key ring out. When she places the key into the lock, she finds that it is already unlocked.

Carefully, MRS. WHITE turns the handle, grasping the candlestick firmly. She pushes open the door and steps into the odd bed chamber.

MRS. WHITE steps into the room breathlessly.

Before her, SIR BENEDICT BLACK THE 4TH sits in a velvet-lined wheelchair. He leans forward on his chain, his knees trembling, as if he is preparing to stand up.

Sitting on the edge of the bed within reach, BEN BLACK THE 5TH frantically eats the leftover meal of steak and lobster.

BEN BLACK looks up from his place. His face is covered in grease.

SIR BENEDICT reaches out and touches BEN BLACK's arm.

MRS. WHITE can see the pain and sadness in SIR BENEDICT's eyes.

BEN BLACK ignores the words of his father, licking the plate.

SIR BENEDICT turns his eyes up to the roof.

MRS. WHITE looks down at the candlestick in her hands.

In one quick, hard motion --

MRS. WHITE swings the candlestick's solid base like a club. She cracks the edge of it into BEN BLACK's temple.

The homicidal maniac falls off of the bed and hits the carpet. He tries pushing himself up on wobbly arms.

SIR BENEDICT watches in horror as his son's head bleeds before him.

CRACK

MRS. WHITE swings the candlestick again -- hitting BEN BLACK on the back of the skull.

MRS. WHITE sucks in a deep breath as she reels her arm back to deliver another blow.

BEN BLACK pushes forward with all his might and head-butts the old woman's knees.

MRS. WHITE falls over, grasping the candlestick tightly. She swings it bluntly at BEN BLACK's rib cage as he climbs on top of her, putting his hands around her throat.

MRS. WHITE groans weakly as BEN BLACK's tight grip on her throat causes her arms to grow numb.

MRS. WHITE feels the candlestick fall out of her grasp as a cold, numb feeling creeps over her legs and chest.

BANG

BEN BLACK's body jolts as the bullet enters the back of his head. Blood flows down his face from the exit wound on his forehead. The bullet is lodged deeply into the wall beside MRS. WHITE.

MRS. WHITE stares up in horror as his tight grip around her throat loosens. His eyes twitch and flicker as the last bits of life leave his body.

SIR BENEDICT lowers the smoking rifle and braces himself against the bed. His wobbly, shaky knees buckle from anxiety.

MRS. WHITE sits up, holding her throat and coughing.

MR. ASH rushes into the room from the ATTIC. He pauses for a moment to take in the scene - MRS. WHITE on the floor, BEN BLACK's dead, bleeding body on top of her, and SIR BENEDICT crying while clutching a smoking rifle.

In a dark, shadowy alcove in the west wing of BLACKWELL GRANGE's second floor, DR. WALTER RAVEN sits in window on a window-seat with his back pressed against the curtain-covered windows.

BANG

DR. RAVEN stands up suddenly, certain he's heard a gunshot. He looks up towards the ATTIC where he believes the sound came from.

Just as he prepares to rush towards the main staircase, his daughter, MISS RAVEN, comes around the corner.

MR. GREEN comes around the corner.

MISS RAVEN walks away from MISS SCARLET, DR. RAVEN, and FIVEL.

MR. GREEN turns away from her.

SGT. GRAY and PROF. PLUM watch as M. BRUNETTE fades off into the rain towards the body in the grass.

PROF. PLUM and SGT. GRAY rush over to M. BRUNETTE's side.

NURSE SILVER coughs and wheezes. She sits up and grabs her throat.

NURSE SILVER points with a shaky hand towards the center of the tennis courts. M. BRUNETTE's eyes follow.

Ahead of them, in the foggy rain, blood drips onto the pavement of the TENNIS COURTS. PROF. PLUM wipes his glasses and looks ahead of them.

PROF. PLUM's hands begin to tremble.

M. BRUNETTE wraps and arm around her.

SGT. GRAY follows behind PROF. PLUM as he proceeds towards the center of the TENNIS COURT.

Through the rain they can see a figure, dangling from the tennis net by both wrists.

Blood has formed in a huge pool, diluted and spread out by the rain.

PROF. PLUM holds his hands up and nods, turning his back to the macabre scene. SGT. GRAY slowly approaches. The color drains from his face as he takes in the display before him --

SGT. GRAY turns back to M. BRUNETTE, PROF. PLUM, and NURSE SILVER with genuine fear and disgust.

PROF. PLUM points to the nearest adjacent window with an exterior entry-point. He rushes up the TERRACE steps towards the LIBRARY in an effort to get the traumatized group to move. The LIBRARY's French windows are locked. PROF. PLUM, defeated, walks halfway back through the rain and waits for the others with his hands on his hips.

PROF. PLUM offers a hand to NURSE SILVER. She accepts it, lying her head down on his shoulder as they walk.

SGT. GRAY shivers in the rain as lightning illuminates the MR. CLAY's dead body once more.