"I thought we were going to arrest Hugh Black and deal with the rest of this shit tomorrow. No! Someone went rogue and killed Hugh."

"What did you ask them? The examiners."

"It's not important."

"Whatever it was, it upset you."

"They still haven't found Frau Bloom or Miss Dove's bodies."

"We'll send bloodhounds at first light. The rain has stopped, at least. We'll have a better visual."

"Are you going with them on their seaside vacation?"

"We'll both be conducting one-on-one interrogations with the suspects there. I already rented a room."

"You ride with them, then. I'm going to hold back and stay here with Amarillo."

"You don't trust him to be here alone?"

"Do you?"

"No, but I don't think he's going to sabotage the case. I just think he's trying to get it wrapped up so he can go home."

"Has the hotel sent drivers on the way, yet?"

"Valets and chauffeurs were called an hour ago. They should be nearly here. It's only an hour and a half to the beach from Pratton."

"What's the name of this hotel?"

"Aquatine Vistas."

"Jesus Christ, how much did that room set you back? Sounds expensive."

"Oh it is. I'm considering the hotel room and room service my vacation for this year."

"God, I hate the beach. Sand gets everywhere..."

"I'm rather fond of the beach. I requested an oceanside balcony view. I talked to the hotel manager personally - Miss Snow. I informed her of the upcoming investigation."

"Did she offer anything useful?"

"She said for me to come see her after my suspects have settled in and she'll see about getting my into their rooms for random inspections."

"I'll definitely swing by for that."

"You'll stay here for the most part?"

"I just want to make sure things are being handled by the Pratton Police Department. Forest will accept any bribe he can. Did you see how shitty and ugly those walls were in his office? My God, the ceilings were piss-yellow. How many cigarettes have been smoked in that room?"

"I couldn't begin to estimate."

"I'm going to get to know every inch of this place while those people are gone."

"Don't let your obsession with this house distract you from the reason we are here."

"Of course. I wouldn't want to slow down the investigation."

"You'll pop in regularly? Or at least call the hotel, right?"

"We aren't communicating on this through Forest. I'll tell you that right now, Lawrence."

"Look, I'm here because of Frau Bloom and Herr Gold. I'll be honest with you. These murders... This crowd weirds me out. I don't know if I want to wrap my brain around them. You know how I get when I get into too many people's heads at once."

"You chased a man from Germany to Japan and he killed himself when he found you. Hung himself from the rafters of an old, abandoned barn."

"I don't want to have to chase these people from Paris to Rangoon."

"But I will if I have to."

"Cornered rats have no other choice but to end it themselves or die at the hands of their captor."

"I don't want to see you go mad over this."

"I'll help where I can, but those people... that's all on you."

"Then I have certainly got my work cut out for me."

"Good luck, Brown."

"Find out what you can from the locals about Bloom and Gold. Until I see a body, I don't trust that she's truly dead. The same goes for that fiancée."

"I take it you will be looking through these and everyone's clothes will be wrinkled?"

"You could have told me instead of watching me lay everything out."

"Search every last suitcase, boys. I want to see who stole my gun."

"You have a missing gun?"

"Someone took it after dinner. Dreyse 1907. She's loaded."

"How many people knew you had a gun?"

"I'm well aware of who you are, Mr. Green, I was being... fair."

"You're that Interpol guy been poking around O'Range's Hotel past few months, aren't ya?"

"Nice to officially meet you. I'll be sure to find your missing gun."

"Are we nearly ready to go?"

"They need to search our luggage first."

"Are you serious? Is that really necessary."

"It sure is. We don't have a murder weapon yet."

"How long until the chauffeurs get here?"

"I haven't heard the doorbell, have you?"

"Take the boy out to the front. I want the two of you to wait until the cars come through the gates."

"What are you doing with our luggage?"

"Checking the contents of these suitcases so that everyone can be on their way."

"The detective is bothering everyone upstairs. People are trying to grieve... a little sensitivity could surely go a long way."

"We are trying to solve a murder, ma'am."

"You two are playing security guards and looking through our belongings. Hoping to find something to put against us."

"If you've got nothing to hide, then you've got nothing to worry about?"

"Is this your suitcase?"

"I have nothing to hide. Enjoy looking through my dresses and panties."

"I didn't expect you'd wear frilly things. Is that what the teens like these days?"

"I'm so sorry, Lawrence. So sorry that you never got any closure after your son..."

"It was very thoughtful and understanding for Interpol to give you your job back, even after your mental break."

"Careful..."

"He was just a little boy after all. Anyone would have a metal break after getting pieces of their son in the mail. An arm. A foot. A thigh. His head."

"I could never imagine what it would be like to live in your world. To see his little face in that box every time I closed my eyes. Scared, dead, brown eyes looking up... It makes my stomach turn just thinking about it. God bless you, Lawrence."

"I remember reading about that case."

"You best watch yourself, Andrea. Harassing Lawrence won't take the suspicion off of you. How do you know private matters about Interpol agents?"

"Lawrence Pry and Lawrence Lavender were close."

"You knew Lord Lavender."

"He took me in when no one else would. He was like a father to me."

"He told you everything."

"After he died, his bitch of a wife kicked me out. I've been making a life for myself ever since."

"And that life includes being the bride of John Boddy?"

"Does this count as my interrogation?"

"No."

"It's locked, don't even try."

"I am so very sorry for your loss."

"I lost two sons today."

"You... seem to be... taking it well."

"One son killed the love of my life and left me alone in this world. The other son made me give up my own life for his freedom."

"You still have Rose."

"The cultist disappointment. If she isn't spouting off some ridiculous cryptic message about flames and thunderstorms, she's scamming innocent people out of their money over tarot readings and seances. I should have sent her straight back to the mad house when she escaped."

"I loved Margaret. She never loved me."

"Margaret was a bitch. We both know that."

"I forgot, Margaret is the reason you met us and knew Hugh."

"I did a lot more than know Hugh."

"Margaret never should have gone to that show. You know she wasn't supposed to see you perform that night. It was my ticket."

"I know. You've told me this story before."

"Nope! Absolutely not."

"What's the worst that can happen?"

"We couldn't forget about Wadsworth."

"That damned bird is still alive?"

"Stay away from her."

"Patricia, stop it! He's fine! He was just offering his condolences."

"I know what he is trying to do!"

"Oh my god! You sound like a crazy person. Do you realize you sound like a crazy person right now? This is what I'm talking about when I tell you that you act like a crazy person."

"Which one is it, Vivienne? Do I sound like a crazy person or do I act like a crazy person?"

"Look, none of us have gotten any sleep."

"It's not about the sleep, Alphonse!"

"It very clearly is. Everyone is on edge."

"Stay away from us! Inspector!"

"What is it?"

"Keep this man away from me and my stepdaughter."

"Noted."

"Go!"

"It's locked."

"Oh, I don't need to get in there. I already did what I needed in there."

"Did you take a look at the will?"

"That's not going to be a problem for much longer."

"I'm no so sure we're on the same side, Monsieur."

"I want to see John Boddy in charge here just as badly as you do."

"Oh, really? Why is that?"

"It's easy to sell paintings and offer commissions to someone young with new-found money. Isn't that a good enough answer?"

"It is a good answer. But I know there is more to it than that."

"When you figure it out, get back to me about it."

"Bloody hell."

"Careful with my bags! I packed some fragile books..."

"You've made a mess of everything..."

"One of you made a mess of a lot of people. Your possessions mean nothing to me."

"It's vintage."

"Chess."

"You're an ass."

"Okay."

"Am I going to like what I find in here?"

"No."

"Do you have a license to practice medicine?"

"Found him drunk and passed out in the hay loft."

"That was the man I saw."

"From the other night?"

"Did he kill my mom?"

"I don't know, Fivel."

"What's going to happen to me now? I don't have any family..."

"What about your father?"

"Grandparents?"

"No."

"I don't want to go to an orphanage. I can't live in a place like that. Please! I can't!"

"I won't let that happen to you."

"You are a wanted man, Herr Gold. You are illegally in this country on an expired passport..."

"It doesn't matter, I did my part."

"The pictures. Seeing those women murdered... it drove someone to kill Hugh."

"Klaus Gold, you are under arrest."

"They're here."

"Took them long enough."

"Next time we are in this mansion it will be mine."

"God willing."

"Can we just leave already?"

"Be wary of her."

"Miss Raven?"

"Not you too..."

"John, if you put a baby in her, you'll never get rid of her. You'll give her an heir to all of this."

"I love her."

"John..."

"Aunt Rose?"

"I will not allow you to become a father. Not with her."

"Look, Aunt Rose, I've always liked you. Ever since I was a kid, I always gave you a chance when the rest of the family had nothing to say to you. Maybe I'm getting too old, or maybe you just aren't as fun as you used to be."

"I don't like being told what to do. Especially by family members that don't actually have any authority over me."

"I am your aunt."

"Yes, but you are the aunt I saw two, maybe three times a year. Uncle Hugh lived in the house with me from birth until boarding schooling. He was a second father to me. Sir Benedict was there till I was eleven. I respect his wishes, and he has told me that you are banished from Blackwell Grange. He isn't even paying for you to stay at the hotel."

"Then where am I to stay?"

"That's really not my problem, is it?"

"Your rides to Aquatine Vistas are here. You will be in charge of figuring out who will sit with who."

"Tonight has been very bizarre. Unorthodox. I don't much care to use foul, vulgar language much myself unless it is necessary. But I feel tonight is one of those nights..."

"Whoever killed Hugh Black will hang by their neck until they die. I will watch the life drain from your eyes. You are fucked up. What happened here tonight... fucked up. I can't stand what I saw outside in that tennis court."

"I am sorry, my dear."

"What I am trying to say... What I need to say... The killer and every criminal in this house will face their sins. The time for hiding is done. Mr. Green, you will be hearing from us soon regarding your employment with Jasper Import."

"You can talk with my lawyer about that. I'm busy. There's a whole murder investigation I have to deal with."

"If you refuse to cooperate..."

"One case at a time, Inspector."

"Mrs. Peacock, you will want to contact your lawyer as soon as possible. You have gotten yourself messed up in the murder of a former lover during an ongoing investigation into the deaths of your five husbands. Six murders happened here tonight, Mrs. Peacock. I'm going to honest with you... this is not going to look good. You are pretty much done in the eyes of the public."

"Thank you for your frankness, Inspector."

"Alright."

"Professor Plum, regarding what experimentation and medicinal practices you performed here..."

"Anything Victor did was under the threat of Hugh."

"Professor?"

"Everything I did was out of fear for my own life. I'm a good man. I wouldn't harm a fly. I couldn't even kill a fifth of bourbon."

"As soon as the result of the post mortem come back, find the murder weapon."

"Isn't it pretty obvious he was hit with that wrench?"

"Nothing is obvious about anything that happened here. I have a weird feeling about this case..."

"That's why I don't want to get into their heads..."

"Do you suppose Herr Gold knows more than he's leading on?"

"I'll have a talk with him in a few hours after I have this place all to myself."

"I'm going back to the station to talk to Forest. Our call got disconnected earlier."

"How are you getting to the hotel?"

"I called a local cab."

"This little vacation is going to cost you a fortune."

"I hope that's all it costs me."

"Vivienne?"

"I..."

"We have to go, Vivienne."

"Hey, miss."

"My name is Greyson. They told us a little about what happened at the hotel before we left. I am so sorry if you lost someone. It's going to be alright, miss. Let's get out of here..."

"You're still here?"

"My father isn't paying for me to stay. I'll be at the Pinecone Inn. A seedy little thing one town over in Pearson."

"How cheap are the rooms?"

"Cheap. Just the essentials."

"Would you like to share my cab? I think I'll be changing my accommodations. Aquatine Vistas is a bit too prissy for me."