"Brown is finishing up with the interrogations upstairs. He thinks he has everything we need, though. Do you think the evidence alone will trigger a confession?"

"Pry? You good, man?"

"Excuse me, one moment."

"Alphonse, do you mind giving me a moment alone with Rose?"

"I went beyond the lake."

"What did you find?"

"Do you know?"

"Do you know who I found beyond the lake?"

"I never felt Miss Dove's spirit in the halls as we waited. I felt the others. Yvette... so scared and alone. Mr. Clay... so confused and frightened. Ben... playing like a child running through the halls. Even the ghostly echo of Frau Bloom ringing the gong for dinner... but nothing from Miss Dove."

"I need cold, hard evidence. I can't do anything with cryptic messages and ghosts from the past."

"Can't you? Sometimes the dead can lead us to the light. What was your job in all of this? You looked over the mansion?"

"I figured out the locations of the murders, Amarillo figured out the weapons, and Brown is figuring out the killer... or killers as it may be."

"Hugh deserved to die, you understand that, don't you? He was troubled. A quick death to end the suffering he caused. That's why I came home to die. Because I knew he'd be gone and I could live out my final days in peace."

"Did you kill him?"

"What do you think, Lawrence? Do you think I am capable of murder?"

"Barely anyone said anything about you during the review of the interrogations. Perhaps that's because you sneaking around corridors in the dark isn't unusual and no one feels the need to report a regular occurrence."

"Did you ever find the wrench?"

"Yes."

"Did you find the birth certificates?"

"What are you talking about?"

"For the twins that Mrs. White and Hugh Black had."

"It's a match. Fivel is your son."

"You're my mother!"

"Dr. Olive, I can't thank you enough!"

"Sometimes you just have to trust your gut. Some things aren't just a hunch."

"Thank you, so much. I-I don't know how to repay you."

"Was it all worth it?"

"My boy. My sweet boy."

"We're supposed to head down to the hotel's restaurant in half an hour."

"I know. I'm just ready to get it over with."

"I'm eager to get back to Blackwell Grange and see what they've done to my bedroom."

"I won't be returning back."

"No, I suppose you won't."

"My mother lives on the north side of Pratton. Fivel needs a good home and a fresh start to a new life. I figure that's as good a place as any to restart."

"You're efforts as a mother will never go unappreciated."

"I finally understand it, Colonel. The strength that every mother instinctively has. The urge to do whatever it takes to protect your child and keep the dangerous, terrible people away."

"I suppose there is no point in hiding who I am or what I've done."

"I'm sure Mr. Green will divorce you once the public finds out."

"I need to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me."

"When I suggested something happen at Blackwell Grange in the limousine on the way..."

"Just stop talking."

"Hugh said he'd pay you by the garden party. Why did we come to the engagement party?"

"Why don't you get some rest, we need to be downstairs in half and hour. You're going to need the rest."

"Daddy, did you kill Dr. Black?"

"I don't have time to talk about it, Mike. Mrs. White barely let me escape. I need to leave."

"I'm having a hard time forgiving myself for the choices I made."

"My life would have been so much different with you."

"There is no promise it would have been better. But it certainly would have been different."

"I'm so, sorry, Benjamin."

"Lord Gray must have tried so hard to erase my memories when I went into his care."

"I was so heavily sedated, I don't even know how I managed to cope. I can't even imagine the mess I was."

"For what it's worth, I forgive you."

"I'm still, so sorry, Benjamin. I don't know how to go forward from here."

"I just need to get through this day..."

"I suppose we should get settled in the dining room."

"No matter what happens, you are always going to be my boy."

"My goodness, you have been through so much in such a short time."

"I-I-I don't know what to do moving forward. Judge Mauve says that I'll be exonerated, but I've had lawyers make grand promises they couldn't keep..."

"Mrs. Peacock, you have had sexual relations with two different people in the two nights since Dr. Black and Mr. Clay passed away. A man - Greyson, and now a woman - this Judge Mauve. Tell me, are you acting in this way because of the unsettled feelings with Mr. Clay?"

"It is possible..."

"Mrs. Peacock, that is a very unhealthy habit to begin this early in the grieving process."

"Dr. Prussian, I need to know how to get through the night."

"Are you experiencing suicidal thoughts?"

"They are bringing us all down into the hotel's restaurant. They are going to bring up so much hurtful, painful information publicly. They are trying to pull all the inconsistencies and lies out of our alibis. I-I don't know how much more I can take. It's non-stop questioning, questioning, questioning..."

"I'll be here, Mrs. Peacock. After it is all said and done. I will be here waiting for you. We can talk about whatever happens for as long as you need to. I've already rented a room for the night. I am not going anywhere, Mrs. Peacock."

"I'm honored to drink with you, Ash. It's been a long time."

"I remember one summer you gave the staff the Fourth of July off and you hired valets and caterers. We drank so much wine in the gazebo!"

"I always get my butler drunk. It's the best way to find mutual trust. You've been good to me, Ash. I'm sorry Hugh treated you so poorly."

"I suppose it's all water over the dam, now."

"Not quite yet. We still have this evening to get through."

"I only hope they didn't ransack the servant's quarters. I have so many personal letters from my wife hidden away."

"If it's hidden, they probably found it. The police are ruthless. They know no boundaries."

"Ian Masque deserves to die a slow, painful death."

"Let's keep that chatter down to a minimum until this investigation is over."

"I'm sorry, it just bothers me so much."

"The last time I spoke with Mabel she asked me to give up and move on. They are taking her memories away, brainwashing her..."

"He's not the only one with friends in high places. When Lord Lavender hosted his parties there was a young woman. I can't recall her name, striking green eyes though. She had this necklace that she used to hypnotize people. All fun parlor games, no doubt, but there could be some merit to it."

"At this point I'm desperate enough to go to Mr. Green... I'd try just about anything."

"I'll see what I can do."

"I suppose we have about fifteen minutes until they begin. Shall we start meandering?"

"I suppose."

"Hey, I think they are starting to gather everyone into the dining room. I thought I'd let you know before a grumpy police officer shows up to tell you."

"Thank you, Greyson."

"Come talk to me after? I want to make sure you're doing alright."

"I'm not sure..."

"Oh, alright. I-I'm sorry, did I do something wrong."

"Look, it's fine that you are sleeping with my stepmother, but that woman and I are not one the best of terms right now, and I don't really think we should..."

"I only slept with her the one time. But I understand. Look, if you still want to hold the candlelight vigil for Edward and my sister, we can. But I get it if you don't want to."

"You weren't over this morning?"

"No, I was working."

"I suppose Patricia had another late night visitor..."

"Believe me, your stepmother doesn't have anything to offer that's gonna make me come back for a second helping."

"I suppose we should be grateful."

"Grateful? We're all going to hang for our crimes!"

"Not I. My freedom is currently being purchased."

"Well isn't that great for you. I suppose friend's freedom will be bought too?"

"I keep telling them I didn't do anything on my own free will. They can't convict me. They won't!"

"Don't bother Victor. He's too worked up. This is his first time in captivity, isn't it."

"I'm very claustrophobic."

"I wouldn't get married to that lie. You worked underground in that crypt."

"I didn't have a choice."

"You keep telling yourself that. You were just biding your time and had no ill-intention in your great, marvelous brain."

"I'm the rightful heir to Blackwell Grange."

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"I wasn't going to say no to Hugh and be cast away from my birthright."

"Jesus Christ... do you have any idea how many wars were started because someone thought they were entitled to something?"

"I don't care to discuss your worldly views."

"No, I don't suppose you would. I might start making a little too much sense. We can't have that."

"I heard Forest on the phone earlier. Said something about Brown wrapping things up. We should know what is happening to us soon enough."

"Seems a little hasty, doesn't it?"

"Or a careless killer."

"Perhaps. Personally, I think they know how in over their heads they are. They want to wrap this up nice and quick while keeping the dangerous people on good terms."

"That may be wishful thinking."

"Who knows. I am an optimistic guy, after all."

"You good in there, Victor?"

"What if my father doesn't pay for my freedom. Am I going to hang?"

"We're all going to hang sooner or later."

"I don't it to end like this. It can't end like this. I'm finally free away from Hugh. I finally have control over my life. It can't end here because of this!"

"Calm down, Victor. Calm down. I'm sure there is somewhere out there in the world that cares enough about you to buy your freedom."

"No. I have no one."

"I dined here with my wife Beatrice year ago."

"I remember that, Sir. You hosted the nurse's ball here during the restoration of Pratton Memorial."

"What a year that was!"

"Here they come."

"Is this seat taken?"

"You're fine, Alphonse. How are you doing?"

"I'm sure you've heard the big secret by now..."

"No, I'm afraid we're out of the loop."

"Edward Clay was my son."

"Alphonse, I had no idea."

"I'm so sorry. How awful!"

"I am so, sorry. Alphonse, you stay with us. This is no time to grieve on your own."

"I appreciate the sympathy and kindness, but I think it's time I get the hell out of town."

"I completely understand. I only wish Yvette could have done the same."

"I thought she was staying at a different hotel."

"Inspector Brown and Inspector Pry were insistent that everyone be here tonight."

"Here we are."

"Colonel Mustard told me the news."

"It's true. Fivel is my son."

"I'm so sorry Hugh kept you two apart. A mother should never be kept apart from her son."

"We don't need to dwell on the past. Enjoy the present. Happy moments are far and few between."

"And time is fleeting..."

"We're not coming back home."

"I can't go back there. You understand, don't you?"

"I have half a mind to renovate the entire ground floor, inside and out. Those dark grey bricks are too menacing. I want Blackwell Grange to intrigue people with it's grandeur. I'm tired of the ghost-stories being whispered around town."

"That sounds very... expensive."

"We can afford it now that Hugh's bribers and blackmailers aren't dipping into our pockets."

"Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Go right ahead!"

"Are you holding together, dear?"

"I am. Death is a part of life. We both know that better than anyone else here."

"I suppose that's true. I just... can't help feeling terrible. This numb feeling inside of me is keeping me from feeling all the grief and pain I know is coming."

"You're still in shock, Patricia. You've been under unimaginable stress. I don't need the sight to tell you that."

"What do you see? Humor me. What is coming next?"

"It isn't good."

"I don't see how it could get much worse than this."

"You need to keep her close and keep her safe."

"What are you talking about?"

"Vivienne."

"Thanks! You're a life saver."

"Any time. I have something a little strong if you want to smoke after this is all over."

"Fuck, it's been a long time. I could use it."

"Are you ready?"

"No."

"We're just missing Colonel Mustard and Master Boddy."

"I heard they got into a fight earlier. Maybe someone should go look for them."

"I'm sorry, Lorraine. I guess I'm not nearly half the man I thought I'd be."

"I'm nothing but a failure. A murderer... a liar... a miserable failure."

"Colonel, they need you in the dining room."

"Tell them I'll be right there."

"This could be the last time I take a breath outside as a free man."

"Come on, let's go."

"I don't want to be part of it."

"You don't got a choice. Come on."

"Are we gonna do this the hard way?"

"I already told you, I'm not going."

"Take your hands off of me! Get off!"

"That just leaves..."

"Well, now that everyone is here, let's begin."