"Has your stepmother gotten the key for your room yet?"

"There seems to be some sort of delay. I'm not sure..."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't told there would be this many new guests this morning. Miss Snow hasn't come in to work yet. "

"I spoke with Miss Snow personally and we discussed the sizable sum I would give her in exchange for our stay.

"Miss Snow should be here any minute. I'm not sure what else to tell you."

"Should be here? What time does her shift start?"

"Miss Snow doesn't really follow a schedule."

"Are there even enough rooms here for all of us? Is someone in charge of that schedule?"

"I'm sorry. I wish I could help more."

"I'll hear no more of this. Give me a goddamn key."

"I've been in a fucking car for hours! I've been standing around for two hours prior to that waiting for your amateur chauffeurs to get her. I had to wait around another hour before for the police to show up while my sons dead bodies rotted away. When the fuck is Miss Snow supposed to be here?"

"That much is obvious! Useless cunt!"

"You must be joking! We are mourning our dead for Christ's sake! We want our rooms. He said he's talked to your manager... what more do you need?"

"Let's go! Dot the i's and cross the t's later!"

"Benedict, lets call Miss Snow on the number you reached her on."

"Where is the telephone?"

"Good Lord, what a way to start a morning."

"They said they talked to you on the phone last night?"

"Yes, woke me up in the middle of one of my happy dreams."

"They said you talked about a fixed rate for serval floors of rooms."

"Yes, Holly. I'm not going to turn down business. Start handing out keys."

"Sir Benedict, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I had a hectic morning. My personal hair stylist called in and I had to do this all by myself. It is a disaster."

"We are determined to make your stay here at Aquatine Vistas as comfortable as possible. Everyone in your party will have key access to the private lounge which does in fact still serve..."

"Of course, I'll have the penthouse floor made for your party. Miss Tawny!"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"See to it that the maids and valets pay extra attention to the top floors. I'm putting out VIP guests up there."

"Of course, ma'am."

"Oh, and Miss Tawny... leave a note on my desk reminding me to dock Holly for her pay today. She kept these prospective, well-paying guests waiting for far to long."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I wasn't sure our paths would ever cross again. I always do my cemetery rounds to check... but you never know."

"Good to see you, old chap."

"You look good for your age."

"You look like shit. What the hell happened to you."

"Care for a drink?"

"I've been itching for one ever since the hotel manager with the tits said something about a private lounge."

"Jesus, Mike! I missed you. I'll take you to the lounge - I have a key."

"... in vast, endless journeys of undiscovered urges..."

"Oh, goodness! I can't keep any of this. I'll have to burn the whole book."

"What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to implicate yourself or do you find it amusing to act like an idiot?"

"I'm sorry. I'll burn the book."

"You'll stay with me in my suite. There are two rooms."

"Yes. I have plans for you, my boy. You are the only child I have left. I won't let you continue down the road you are heading down. I won't have three dead, fucked up, useless sons."

"You've already proved yourself to me, Victor. You are subservient. You are deceitful. You are unsinkable."

"The days ahead may be troubling, but I will keep you out of prison if you listen carefully and do everything that I tell you."

"Oh, Reggie."

"How is Sergeant Gray?"

"He thinks he killed Dr. Black."

"What did he say, exactly?"

"I-I don't know... a lot of it didn't make sense. He said something about a secret passage in the library. He must have meant the Study..."

"Blanche, we need to talk."

"About what?"

"About what you think happened after you gave birth to Sergeant gray and about what actually happened."

"I put all of your clothes in the top and middle drawers."

"The valet service is terrible. I ordered poached eggs nearly twenty minutes ago."

"Are you sure that you aren't hungry?"

"I need some air."

"They don't keep this stuff at Blackwell Grange."

"They probably do, just not where you can reach it."

"You're probably right. Hugh always was a selfish bugger. He always kept the good sausages and cheeses in the cellar so that the pantry wouldn't get raided by fat, hungry fingers."

"I can't believe he's finally in hell."

"I suppose that's where I thought I'd see you."

"I guess I'll say what we are both thinking..."

"Why ruin the pleasantness? I was just starting to think we might be friends."

"You're the one darkening my doorstep this time, you tell me."

"I'm here because Hugh Black was murdered and they are investigating Blackwell Grange."

"If they've moved you out Blackwell Grange then it is game over. Lies, secrets, and murders are going to be exposed for the world to see."

"We'll just have to wait and see."

"I can't wait to pick up the newspaper."

"I doubt anything has been said."

"Rubbish. I know Pratton and their hunger for gossip. The Daily Echo would have been to the police station at the crack of dawn."

"You are hoping to watch Blackwell Grange burn to the ground."

"Gladly. You forget which side I'm on."

"No, I haven't forgotten. I just don't bother myself with sides and politics."

"It doesn't matter if you believe in this war or not. You are with Blackwell Grange by default. And when the day comes for blood to be shed, you'd better hope you aren't under that roof."

"Something tells me that we'll both be long gone before it ever comes to that."

"You didn't hear it from me..."

"Is Azure on the prowl?"

"He's docile... for now."

"Then what is it?"

"King Azure is sick. He may not make it through the year."

"The coronation could take months to prepare."

"Colonel, I've been to Manoir Tombale. I've seen what these people are capable of. Go back to Von Gatow. It's quiet and safe there. You have your little fishing hut and your little speakeasy."

"I'm not going back there."

"Then enjoy the taste you get in your mouth every time someone around you dies."

"Keep it."

"Hello."

"H-Hi. Miss Silver, this is Holly, from the front desk."

"Yes?"

"Inspector Brown called us from the Pinecone Inn..."

"What does he want?"

"The police have recovered Frau Bloom and Miss Dove's bodies..."

"Oh..."

"Inspector Brown said he would be coming by later this afternoon to speak with you and the boy... uh... Fable Dove."

"Okay, thank you."

"They found her?"

"When you gave birth to Benjamin, your husband Winslow was already dead."

"I remember what happened, Reggie."

"There was no reason for you to give the baby to your sister. There was no one to find out about the affair."

"The will, the inheritance, the family house..."

"Earl Gray didn't reach the end of his life until Benjamin was five years old."

"Why did you name him Benjamin if you weren't going to keep him."

"I named him for my sister... when she took him..."

"He was five years old when she took him."

"No, that's wrong. He was a baby when she took him."

"Blanche..."

"He was a baby when they came for him..."

"He was a baby... he was my baby..."

"I'm so sorry, Blanche."

"My little boy... my boy. They took my boy from me. They took him away forever, Reggie... My boy is gone, Reggie. He's gone."