"I'll make a deal with you."

"I'm listening."

"Fivel Dove, Alphonse Brunette, Reginald Ash, Walter Raven, John Boddy, and Benjamin Gray."

"It's strange. How one small detail is so important. One inconsistency begs so many questions. One innocent can go on with one questionable lie..."

"Knowing about the poison that Green gave to Plum is one thing... But who knew about the photographs? Who knew about Monte Carlo? Who knew about the secret passageways? Why did Dr. Black invite those specific people?"

"The school teacher... The homicidal maniac... The old will and the new will..."

"I hope I'm wrong... but I know I'm not. She really did kill those people... and all with Miss Dove's help. But neither of them killed Dr. Black... neither of them would kill the man they were trying to frame."

"Bartender, one more. No lime this time!"

"I'll have a vodka-tonic."

"Right away, your Honor."

"Your Honor? My, my! Am I in the presence of the law?"

"Ruth Mauve. I'm a judge, yes."

"Judge Mauve, it is a pleasure. I am Patricia Pea..."

"I know who you are, Mrs. Peacock. It's a pleasure meeting you."

"Likewise."

"I understand you are being still being hassled by the D.C. courts."

"My track record screams stronger than my innocence."

"The public is dying to see you convicted. They don't care what it takes. Even the D.A. wants to see you put to justice. Senator Peacock was well-loved by both parties. He had a true sense of equality for the people. Federal debts, infrastructure, medical, agricultural... all of it would have been improved and changed under his power. Some think he could have even been the President of the United States."

"I'm not guilty and I won't admit to anything I didn't do. I've lived a long, hard life. I'm not going to make it any harder by accepting charges that aren't mine."

"Then the stories they are pushing are unacceptable. They have made you out to be the bad guy in every newspaper from California to New York City."

"I am well-aware. Why else do you think I'm hiding back here in the private lounge"

"I'd like to talk to you... professionally, in my suite, if you'd like."

"Oh?"

"One word from me and you could be exonerated as early as tomorrow afternoon."

"Then what's stopping you?"

"I want to get to know the real you. The woman behind the Senator."

"Dear woman, are you flirting with me?"

"So what if I am? Are you in a position to turn down an easy way out of a long, painful trial?"

"I'm flattered really, but..."

"Fine. Suit yourself."

"On second thought..."

"I'll lead the way."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just so sad..."

"Why?"

"That place was so dark and old..."

"Fivel, look at me."

"I'm never going to let anything happen to you. If it is true and Dr. Olive says that I am your mother, I am going to do whatever I can to take you away from this horrible place - the nightmares we've all lived through."

"I just want a normal life. No more lies, plans, or stories I have to remember."

"Then we'll find that life and never look back."

"Dr. Raven, I made it perfectly clear in the last letter we exchanged. You will be paid in by full by the garden party."

"Yes, I suppose that is all. But if those pictures turn up... I-If I am going down, I-I am not going down alone."

"Are we going to handle this formally, or can I be casual?"

"Let's stick to the formalities as long as possible."

"Fine. You're the boss."

"I've got a fairly good timeline of the night of the murder. I need to know if your movements are going to align with what I already know. Let's start with your search with Mr. Ash and Sergeant Gray for Frau Bloom."

"We went out to the swimming pool where Mrs. White found her. She wasn't there. On the way back inside, we ran into Dr. Black and Dr. Raven. They were fighting about something."

"Did you catch what it was?"

"Only that it had to do with money and something about the annual garden party."

"Go on, what happened next?"

"Sergeant Gray and I searched the servant's quarters. We thought maybe she slipped and fell into the swimming pool and Mrs. White had thought the woman was dead. We thought maybe she was changing out of her wet clothes."

"It was this search for Frau Bloom that lead you to the boat house to Professor Plum."

"We was trying to open the door but it was locked. That's when we saw Nurse Silver on the ground. I ran over to her as quickly as I could to see if she was still alive."

"Was she conscious?"

"She was just coming to as I got to her. She kept screaming that it was Dr. Black. She was hysterical and we couldn't calm her down. Then she pointed into the darkness behind us... showed us what we really needed to be afraid of."

"I held onto all the strength I had not to fall to my knees when I saw him hanging up on that tennis net. My boy... my son... dead, eyeless, and strung up like a scarecrow. What kind of monster does that to someone?"

"While you waited for us to arrive, did you wait in the ballroom?"

"For a while, but I had to clear my head. I went to the kitchen... that's when I heard..."

"What did you hear?"

"At first I thought it was just Mrs. White alone. She was coming from the cellar. But then I heard Dr. Black's voice too."

"Mrs. White is the one who let him out?"

"They were arguing the entire way up the staircase."

"About what?"

"She kept saying things like you don't deserve my help and I'm not going to let you die down there."

"Anything from Dr. Black?"

"Nothing audible."

"Thank you, Alphonse. And if I may be frank?"

"Of course? I thought the formality of our meeting was stupid, anyway."

"We have made a few arrests and are planning on making a few more tonight in the hotel restaurant when I go over my findings with everyone. I would advise you be gone shortly after the killer is brought to light."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because at the end of the day, you are still my brother. I never did anything right by you when you were a kid and I sure as hell can't do much for you now. You need to be gone before the will is read. You need to clean yourself up and start fresh somewhere that people don't know you."

"Thank you, Winfield. I'll keep that in mind."

"Good morning."

"You're quite an animal, aren't you?"

"You good?"

"I'm just trying to remember when everything stopped being easy."

"You go down that rabbit hole, you'll never come back up."

"I feel like it was in my early twenties. I had everything I wanted. Men, money, talent, beauty."

"You still have beauty."

"Men are dogs."

"Greed got the best of me. I thought I earned the lifestyle I was growing accustomed to."

"Are you going to help me? Or was this all a ruse to get me into bed?"

"I'm going to help you, Patricia. I'm a woman of my word."

"Oh shit! It's my stepdaughter, Vivienne."

"You have to get up."

"I don't have to do shit."

"Vivienne, can you give me fifteen minutes to freshen up?"

"Dr. Prussian is here for you."

"Hello?"

"Sir Benedict is planning on killing John."

"He told me the only reason he is fighting for John to own Blackwell Grange is so that John can fill out the will the way Benedict wants it."

"I don't know. I suppose he's correcting the mistakes he made when his will was read."

"I'm still keeping an eye on Colonel Mustard, Mr. Green, Monsieur Brunette, and Miss Scarlet."

"I must cut off now."

"When we met, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen."

"John... now isn't the time."

"No, it is. You are going to listen to me."

"What?"

"You used me to get to Blackwell Grange. What I don't understand is why you would take any interest in me. Were none of those nights real? Did none of the things we talked about mean anything to you?"

"I told you all about my parents. I told you about my uncle... my grandfather... I told you everything because I thought I could trust you."

"You can't trust anyone, John. You are a young, rich, naïve little brat. Everyone you meet is going to use you. You will never meet anyone who sees you for who you genuinely are. You're just not interesting enough to attract the type of people who care. Sure you'll fuck a few girls good and they'll think they are in love, but they aren't. They'll get bored. There's always something bigger and better out there."

"I never want to see you again. Stay away from Blackwell Grange."

"Watch where the hell you are going!"

"Fuck off, old man!"

"I'll fucking kill you!"

"I'm sick and tired of your attitude. Every time we are alone... fight on sight!"

"Get off of him! Stop it!"

"You're hurting him!"

"Get away from me! I don't need your help! I don't need any of you!"

"You mind telling me what the hell that was all about?"

"John and I... we have a very strong disagreement."

"Over?"

"Over how I handled things when searching for his parents."

"Go on..."

"I really don't feel like being interrogated by you as well. I've had enough with Brown."

"I have a curious mind. It is thirsty for knowledge. I can make it worth your while."

"I heard they died on Safari. Their caravan was shot up by poachers."

"That's what we found. A shot up caravan with dozens dead. But Sam and Margaret weren't in the pile of bodies. There was blood with the footprints we followed. I assumed it was Sam's blood. Then the footprints parted ways. I assumed they saw more poachers. After that... nothing."

"And John never forgave you?"

"John has a habit of holding a grudge. You'll find that out soon enough."

"And what reasons are those?"

"To make more money than imaginable. My mother knows the secrets of the mansion. I can help you, Miss Dove."

"Can you? I'm not sure even you could figure out a lie to cover up what I did. I needed Hugh Black to be alive for that."

"Yvette told me about the photographs that she found. I looked at them..."

"I don't know how anyone could find enjoyment doing what I had to force myself to do."

"Frau Bloom planted the photos. Trying to stir the beehive... I thought let's take it one step higher. Hugh could lie again and say his father committed the murders in the photos. He would have paid the lawyers and judges and they would have sent him home. I had Yvette poison Frau Bloom."

"And the woman in the woods? The one wearing your ring?"

"Ms. Marigold had been missing for days. I knew I needed at least one body for my plan to work. I thought it could just be her, and no one else would have to die."

"Why could you just let her be the only one? You could have pinned her to the tennis net and saved Mr. Clay's life!"

"I needed to be dead. I need everyone to think that I am dead. No one can know I'm still alive. Especially not my mother."

"Your mother?"

"She's the one who planned all of this. Arranged for me to marry Hugh... arranged for me to adopt Fivel... she's been planning on taking down Blackwell Grange for so long. Sometimes I wonder if the only reason she raised me was to be a pawn in her game..."

"Who is your mother?"

"Dear cousin, don't you know?"

"The hardest part about pretending to marry my own uncle was avoiding having to have sex with him."

"So where does this leave us?"

"Miss Raven will take the fall for the murders in my place. My accomplice will either be caught, or she will get away with it. That much is out of my hands."

"And who is your accomplice?"

"Then I suppose I only have one question left."

"Oh?"

"Who the hell killed Hugh Black?"

"I wish I knew so I could kill the bastard who fucked everything up for us. Hugh would have taken the fall for those murders if he wasn't dead."

"He certainly would have."

"Whoever killed Hugh was thinking on their own or acting on impulse."

"Any suggestions? You know them better than I do."

"Sergeant Gray? Colonel Mustard? Dr. Raven? Mrs. Peacock? Mrs. White? Professor Plum? There is no short list of people would wanted him to suffer."

"And now?"

"Go back to Blackwell Grange. Don't come back here. I can't risk anyone following you."

"Miss Dove, thank you."

"I just read the morning's headline."

"I thought we had an understanding."

"Commissioner, you misunderstood the reason for my visit yesterday. When I accepted the bribe and held off on publishing the story, it wasn't exactly a genuine deal."

"I'm trying to bring Blackwell Grange to ashes. Every secret, every lie will be unearthed."

"Watch yourself, girl."

"No, Commissioner. You watch yourself. The fact that you bribed me to protect a criminal family does not hold well for you either."

"It's not worth it. Trying to stop them. That place... those people. They won't let you ruin their lives. Your name is on this paper. They are going to want your head."

"Then the feeling is mutual. My grandmother worked there years ago, did you know that? She was the nanny. Alice Blue. She was murdered brutally by Ben Black and he never faced justice."

"Ben Black is dead."

"I know. I was relieved with so much joy when I learned that. But it won't stop the wrecking ball that I drop on them. No stone will go unturned - from the rusted out car in the gorge, to whatever is at the bottom of the old well-house, to whoever is living in the cabin beyond the lake."