”Before we begin, I’d like to go over a matter of great importance.”

”We’ve searched Blackwell Grange from sky to the ground. Every room, attic, tower, cellar, and sub-cellar has been thoroughly searched. Though we have figured out a great deal, there is still a lot we need to learn.”

”Within the first hour of the investigation, Inspector Pry figured out which murder took place in which room before the bodies were moved around.”

”So we are in the final leg of the investigation. Detective Amarillo has gathered evidence, items, weapons, buttons, bits of hair, and clumps of dirt. We are ready, ladies and gentlemen."

"Sir Benedict, you shot and killed your son, Benedict the Fifth. You shot him in the head, and yet you sit here with no remorse over the matter."

"The way I grieve is my bloody business."

"Ah, but Ben isn't the only son you lost that night. Hugh was killed after you were brought downstairs."

"Are you insinuating I had something to do with Hugh's death?"

"Killing two sons in one night would not be unthinkable."

"Look at me!"

"I've seen you stand on that cane, we've all seen you stand on that cane. You even explained to me how you've managed to maintain your strength."

"My strength is still diminished, Inspector. I am eighty-six years old."

"Hugh was shot in the side of the head with a pistol. If you have the strength to fire a rifle at Ben, you surely could have put Hugh in your wheelchair and taken him to the cellar."

"These are baseless accusations! I'll have no more. I was with Mr. Ash the entire time."

"Mr. Ash? The man with the strongest motive?"

"Me?"

"Oh, yes! You have been the prime suspect from the start."

"Why me?"

"Because you are actively suffering. The agony of not knowing what is currently happening to your wife each and every day is arguably worse than the pain of losing a loved one years ago.

"And the lies you were fed, by people you thought you could rely on. You have always been a time-bomb of anger and violence. Just look at what you did to Master Boddy."

"Hugh was like a brother to me. And Benedict was like a father."

"And what of your real father, Colonel? Do you still carry that anger in your heart every day?"

"I've forgiven them. They were trying to protect me from myself. I was a self-destructing mess. My grief and anger have always been an issue. They understood that and made a choice."

"And what of the truth you learned from Herr Gold? That Hugh Black was the man who arranged for Lorraine's torturous murder? Did your anger spiral out of control?"

"I didn't kill those people!"

"No one said that you did, Colonel. I am not trying to find out what happened to the bodies found around Blackwell Grange. I'm only focused on the body at the foot of the cellar stairs."

"I didn't kill Hugh Black!"

"Miss Scarlet, was your relationship with Edward Clay serious? What I mean is - was it going somewhere long-term?"

"We were looking at the idea of a future together. I would like to say we were both serious."

"And you never knew he legally changed his named from Christopher to Edward? Was he aware of the many, many male suitors you had around the time you two began to take things seriously?"

"My past was just that! I felt no need to tread through the afterburn of my mistakes."

"When you learned about the affair he had with your stepmother, how did you take it? Did you harbor any ill-feelings deep down?"

"I figured it out shortly after the two of them started. I-I felt betrayed. The man I was actually starting to feel something for... and the woman that keeps trying to prove to me she can be a good mother-figure..."

"Did you ever forgive him?"

"I was trying. I was always trying to... but now..."

"Every day his voice becomes harder to remember."

"Inspector, please..."

"And then there is you!"

"Why did you come back after twenty years? Or has it truly been that long? You've made such a big deal in stating the length of time you've been gone, I'm starting to wonder if it is even true, considering how well you handled yourself as you entered the mansion."

"I was overcome with the neglect and pain... the suffering I experienced as my bags were packed for me and left at the front door."

"And the child?"

"I lost our baby only days before he threw me out on my ass! I never even held her... they took her lifeless body away from me. Then Hugh sent me away!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"The stillborn, Mrs. Peacock! Dr. Black kept Fivel from Nurse Silver, Sergeant Gray from Mrs. White... did you ever consider the possibility that he kept your child from you?"

"Your child is still alive, Patricia. We did some digging around and she's out there, in Louisiana."

"I don't..."

"Mrs. Peacock, I'm sorry."

"I can't... I need."

"I need you to take a seat, Mrs. Peacock."

"And what about you, Sergeant?"

"One of Pratton's police officer's turns out to be the secret love-child of Hugh Black and his housekeeper. How do you deal with learning that in such a short period of time before Dr. Black is killed?"

"The betrayal that I experienced does not make me a murderer."

"And what of the medication you are taking? Fighting off the insanity that flows through the family tree like sap?"

"I suffer from blackouts from time to time... sleep walking... I'm not dangerous when I'm like that. I just wander..."

"Until the day you aren't?"

"You came back here to die, Rose? Or did you come back to make certain others would live?"

"Things were out of hand. The treatment of Ben... my father..."

"Why didn't you go to the police?"

"What would they have done? Are you serious, Inspector? Is that honestly all you have to say to me?"

"I want to know why you came back home to a family that never wanted you."

"Because I had no where else to go."

"And now that Hugh is dead?"

"I can live at home in peace."

"Rose, we both know your mind likes to play little tricks. You think you know more than everyone else. You always predict these dark horrifying things, and then they always happen to come true. Is there a reason for that?"

"I've seen things. I've heard things. You don't have to believe me."

"Oh, I do believe that you have seen things. I do believe that you have heard things. I just don't know how much merit they hold in a family without a history of clairvoyance. The only thing your family has passed down is grey eyes and insanity."

"And the Boddy's are madder than the Black's. So one could only imagine what goes through the head of their spawn."

"I hold no anger or ill-intention towards my Uncle. I didn't know Frau Bloom or Mr. Clay. If we were being investigated for the murder of Colonel Mustard, by all means arrest me - I probably did it."

"My parents were wise and capable. The madness went to Uncle Hugh and that monster in the crypts."

"Did she pressure you to come home early?"

"Yes. I wanted to stay in Pratton and visit the locals for a few more days before coming back home. I thought the rumor of my return would be more thrilling than showing up unannounced and unexpected."

"Why?"

"I couldn't stand thinking of Benedict being trapped in that attic any longer."

"So you'd do anything you could to free him? How did you find out about Sir Benedict's livelihood?"

"Lord Lavender. He adopted me before he re-married. He always opened up and trusted me with his secrets. He knew the corruption of that family couldn't last much longer. For more than one hundred years the Blackwell family tilled fields of gold until they moved to America, renamed as the Black family, pockets filled to begin a legacy in the New World."

"Was the sole purpose of meeting and romancing John Boddy to gain access to Blackwell Grange."

"Yes. I think we've been over that, already."

"How are you with firearms, Dr. Orchid?"

"Guns are messy. Plants, toxins, and poisons are much cleaner. Not my style, I'm afraid."

"Dr. Orchid, when you left the ballroom, you went where?"

"I tried to get into the study, but it was locked."

"Strange... weren't you on your way to the study while I was searching through your luggage?"

"No, I don't believe so?"

"You were being very sneaky. Trying to slip past us."

"The study door was locked, I couldn't get in. What's your point?"

"My point is that it only takes a few seconds to notice a door is locked. Then what did you do?"

"I went into the library..."

"Ah! Careful! Olivia was in the library."

"I went into the library. Olivia was not there. Then I checked the dining room."

"Who did you see?"

"I didn't kill Hugh Black!"

"No, but I've caught you in a lie. Lies have a way of tripping people up - especially when they don't expect anyone saw through them."

"Nurse Silver, the details of what happened to you and Mr. Clay are very important."

"I already told you what happened to me. Please don't make me relive that moment."

"Yes, but Ava, I've heard the story two different ways. The version you tell, simply doesn't make sense."

"No, I told you what I know."

"Why don't you go ahead and tell it again for everyone here?"

"You told me that you were strangled unconscious and when you woke up you had no idea where you were."

"But when Monsieur Brunette, Sergeant Gray, and Professor Plum found you it was too foggy to see where Mr. Clay's body was hanging. Yet you managed to point to it. You led them so see the display."

"Do you have something to confess?"

"But you weren't working alone were you?"

"You had help, that much is clear."

"It was her..."

"Olivia?"

"I didn't do it!"

"Give it up, Liv. We can't hide it any longer."

"I poisoned Frau Bloom's favorite marmalade. I poisoned Miss Dove's wine at dinner. Olivia killed Yvette in the billiard room and dragged her upstairs to Hugh's bedroom. I killed Edward in the conservatory. But... we didn't kill Hugh. We wanted him to take the fall."

"And it almost worked, if Mrs. White hadn't let him out."

"Wait! Wait! Please!"

"I love you so much, don't you ever forget that! I did this to free us from those evil people. I'm not a monster, Fivel. Don't let those people poison your mind against me. I'm good!"

"Get off of me!"

"You are not my mother. You aren't her. You..."

"You can't do this! You have no evidence! This isn't right!"

"This is all quite unconventional. I apologize for the harsh information shared publicly."

"What about Hugh's murderer?"

"Yes, on to that..."

"What the hell was that? You tell them right now that I had nothing to do with this!"

"Just, shut up. It's over. This is what is happening. You need to start living with it."

"I never did anything to you! I don't deserve this! They are going to hang us for this."

"He actually said to me pussy pays the price."

"Yvette. I think I can get her to help us with part of this... but we can't keep her alive. She'll squeal to the police like a pig. She doesn't have the spine for this."

"How did it go?"

"They still don't know who killed Hugh Black. You two need to talk."

"What happened?"

"She's alive, Dr. Prussian!"

"Who's alive?"

"My daughter. The stillborn. Inspector Brown did some digging and found out that Hugh lied to me about her death. She never died..."

"This is wonderful news."

"No, it's not. I don't know how to be a good mother. I wasn't supposed to be a mother... I..."

"Patricia! Patricia, please calm down. You are going to be okay. This is exciting news. She is a grown woman. The hardest part of mothering is over. Twenty-years-old? She needs you to be her friend - her confidante. This is an amazing new chapter of your life, Patricia."

"I don't know..."

"Just take it one day at a time, Patricia. Your grief is over. The healing process has already begun."

"I feel as though my grief is only just beginning."

"Back to the cellar. Let the police make the discovery."

”Mr. Meadow-Brook, how are you? I‘m afraid your wife isn’t working today. We only do the gossip column on Thursday and Fridays.”

”I’m here for you, Ms. Mango.”

”Me?”

”Tell your little birds to start typing and to consider this conversation an interview.”

”They always take notes from any guest speaking in my office.”

”Wonderful. Make sure you get every word.”

”There will be no more headlines about Blackwell Grange, no more slander towards the Black family, and you will not trespass on their property. If you do not comply, you will be facing serious lawsuits.”

”The family has been through enough already. Go find something else to write about before you end up in a holding cell waiting for a court date.”

”If you think I’m afraid of the police, you have severely underestimated me. My mother and father died while protesting mass deforestation. There is a stubborn resilience inside of me that hears what you are saying and truly understands where you are coming from - but I just simply do not care.”

”Ms. Mango, this vendetta you have...”

”How should I word this? You aren’t a sly, cunning cat hunting a mouse. You are the cheese - a big stinky piece of cheese. And every mouse and rat can smell where you are.”

”The smelliest cheese works the best in mousetraps.”

”Some rodents are too clever for baits, hooks, and traps.”

”Even your sharp tongue cannot protect you.”

"I'm sorry Fivel."