"... despite your livelihood contesting the right for Hugh to even have had say over the Estate in the first place, we really have no other choice but to go forward with Hugh's will reading."

"But that is unacceptable. I'm alive. It never should have been in his authority in the first place."

"The bureaucracy to have you legally declared living could take years in court. Putting yourself in legal limbo at this age in your life is unwise. It won't be resolved quickly and you won't get what you want."

"So what am I looking at, Mr. Meadow-Brook? What do I have to do to keep my great-grand father's legacy?"

"Hugh's second will... John Boddy. He would be the best assigned executor until everything is sorted out. He is in the family, you can gain his trust, perhaps make a deal with him regarding his own lifestyle and pension if and when things resolve."

"Is there a Plan B?"

"Short of coercing Hugh's assumed heirs into contesting his claim and forfeiting their inheritance in your favor... no. There is no magical Plan B. And to be perfectly frank with you, I don't think you are going to get anyone to agree to give up their share of the inheritance. I am sorry."

"Thank you, Mr. Meadow-Brook."

"I'll see myself out."

"Have a good evening, sir."

"What are we going to do, Ash?"

"Dr. Black kept a little black book. Did the police find it?"

"If they did, we'd all be behind bars or hanging from the gallows."

"We need to find it. And sooner rather than later. We need to create our own Plan B."

"How?"

"The information in the book may be enough to control the heirs. It may be the only weapon we have. I'm done being pushed around. It's time we fight back."

"Will you stay home tomorrow?"

"You don't want me at the wake?"

"Everyone in Pratton knows we are going to be at the wake. That's when the reporters, investigators, and nosy housewives will trespass."

"Yes, of course."

"If you could make use of your time and look for the black book?"

"I wouldn't even know where to begin."

"Hugh would have either kept it in this room or in his bedroom."

"I'll do my best, sir."

"I know you will, Reggie."

"It's good to be working for you again, Sir Benedict. I have missed you greatly."

"Thank you, Ash. You are one of the most loyal men I have had the pleasure of working with. You and Winslow White. I won't soon forget all you've done for us."

"There you are. It's getting late. You should get some sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

"This is where he died..."

"You should really get some rest."

"I can take care of my own sleep schedule, Patricia. Thank you."

"Vivienne, I am so sorry. I hate that you are going through this and I hate even more that you are going through it alone. I want to make things right by you. I want to help you. Please! Tell me what I can do to help you?"

"Just leave me alone. I need to be alone."

"Vivienne..."

"I want to be alone."

"What the fuck was I thinking?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Jesus, Mike. You scared the hell out of me."

"Here."

"Thank you."

"I didn't mean to borrow it for that long, but Mr. Ash was asking about it and I had to give it some busy work."

"I understand..."

"Mrs. White almost caught me. Questioned me about hunting with a shotgun instead of a rifle."

"She's always been a nosy woman. It's going to get her killed."

"I brought you something to eat..."

"It's pheasant. I shot it down on my way back to the Grange this morning."

"Is Olivia putting up a fight?"

"I.. wouldn't know. I haven't been around the police."

"It's probably for the best. Don't need them tailing you here."

"I'm not going to pretend to understand what you did... and I know I promised not to ask questions."

"How much longer are you going to be staying here?"

"Just until my mother figures out the next step."

"So what am I supposed to do until then? Bring you food in the dark night after night? It's been close to a week, Brenda..."

"That's the deal we made when you found me here. Nothing has changed."

"And while I appreciate you not blowing my head off of my shoulders, I'm having a really hard time understanding..."

"Michael. I need you to stop asking questions."

"Your mother..."

"Michael... that sounds a lot like you are about to ask a question."

"Do I know her?"

"Yes, Michael. But if you haven't you figured it out yet, you never will."

"You're a Black, aren't you? That's why there was all that nonsense about you refusing to sleep with Hugh. You two are related. Is he your father? Uncle? Cousin?"

"Do the police have any idea who really killed Hugh yet?"

"They haven't got a clue."

"Have a good night, Colonel. I'll see you tomorrow. Let me know how the wake goes. I really wish I could be there to see Hugh in that casket."

"I'm sure you aren't the only one."

"... going into the weekend: we will be seeing a lot of sun. No rain, no storms. A great chance to spend some time outdoors with the family. And now the news: Mayor Pewter has signed off on the construction of the Pratton Community Center. This will include tennis courts, rental ballrooms, spacious gardens and lawns, a proscenium theater with a mezzanine and private boxes, as well as serval units additional available for restaurants or cafeterias or boutiques..."

"Oh, mother. What have I done."

"Well, it wasn't my choice."

"I play both sides to stay safe. I'm going to be fine. I have friends everywhere."

"If Kimberly Mango thinks she can intimidate me with newspaper clippings in the middle of the night, she's even duller than I thought."

"I'm in charge. I'm a big boy, mother. I can make my own decisions."

"... meanwhile Judge Ruth Mauve has exonerated Patricia Peacock for the suspicion of multiple counts of matricide. The suspicion of the murders of Dr. James Scarlet, Ernest Zaffer, Lord Edwin Spruce, General Gerald Cobalt, and Senator Marcus Peacock have now been turned to Al Brown. Mr. Brown was hiding in plain sight under the alias Alphonse Brunette. Mr. Brown is considered a very dangerous man. Contact your local authorities if you run into this conman..."

"I brought you some ice."

"Thank you."

"Do you need anything else?"

"Is father home yet?"

"No. Not yet."

"He never comes to see me."

"He never has time for any of us any more."

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go to bed."

"Don't go!"

"Don't go!"

"What were you doing up in the attic, Jessica?"

"I was just giving her some ice."

"You gave her ice?"

"You beat her!"

"Mrs. Canary heard her making a fuss! What if Mrs. Canary was woken up and heard her just now? You know that you can't get her excited! She's too loud and uncontrollable! You know better than that, Jessica!"

"What the hell is going on out here? I'm trying to sleep!"

"Malcolm, go back to your room!"

"No! This is getting out of hand! I want to talk to dad."

"Your father isn't home yet."

"It is after midnight! Where is the hell is he?"

"Malcolm, I said go back to your room!"

"Stop yelling at everyone! Just stop..."

"When you and dad finally get a divorce, we're staying with him. You get to keep your monster... but you're gonna have to find a new attic."

"Go back to your room."

"Come on, baby. Can't take all year..."

"Just stop talking. I don't pay you to talk..."

"You should get some sleep. It's nearly one o'clock in the morning."

"I don't want to stay in Pratton anymore..."

"That's nonsense. You've no where else to live but with me. I'm your grandmother and I'm going to take care of you for the rest of you life."

"But I don't want to be here... I'd rather take my chances and start over somewhere else. I hate this town... these people..."

"Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses. Proverbs 10:12."

"You... you are truly this unhappy with your life?"

"Yes."

"Then we'll go over to the church and talk to the new reverend first thing in the morning. He will guide you onto the path to true happiness."

"The Lord will heal your weary soul. Give your burdens to him. He will carry them for you. We are the ones who win in the end."

"I just want to be alone..."

"You don't have to be alone. Not any more."

"But that's what I want..."

"I don't think you know what you want. Being alone is true misery. Finding God was the best thing to happen to me. It meant that I was never truly alone anymore. And now He has answered my prayers further. You are here with me now."

"I'm feeling sleepy. I think I'm going to sleep."

"I'll leave the door open if you need me."

"You don't have to..."

"A closed door is an invitation for the Devil. Good night, Fivel."

"Don't forget to say your prayers before you fall asleep."

"'Preciate it. I would've had to walk around to the front."

"You can't sleep either?"

"I never can lately. I always find myself wandering the grounds."

"It's quiet out there. I like it."

"It's going to be a rough day tomorrow. Shall we have a nightcap and call it a day?"

"That actually sounds wonderful."

"Right-O! Let's go to the billiard room."

"Are we interrupting something?"

"We'll just grab a bottle and be out of your hair."

"I'm looking at the next twelve months ahead for us."

"Do we want to know what the next twelve months have in store?"

"No. I don't think you do."

"Are you good, Rose?"

"I'm not going to be attending the wake or the funeral. I thought you should know."

"Why not?"

"Mr. Ash brought it to my attention that Blackwell Grange should not be left empty on a day that everyone knows we'll be at the funeral home."

"Isn't Rusty going to stay on the grounds? I'm sure he and Ash have it covered. In fact, I could leave early and join him. I miss talking with the old bastard. Besides, you should not miss your brothers funeral."

"I won't be attending, Colonel. My place is here tomorrow. You cannot change my mind."

"I suppose that is your choice."

"Vivienne, I'll be in the lounge."

"There is something on your mind, child."

"My mother and Margaret..."

"Tonight is not the night to speak of Margaret. Another day, my dear."

"I'm sorry. I ask too often..."

"It's not that... I mean, yes, you do ask often... but it's something else."

"I really should be joining Colonel Mustard."

"Enjoy your nightcap, Miss Scarlet. I take it you and your stepmother will be leaving after the will reading?"

"We were going to stay through the garden party."

"I don't think that would be wise. You'll leave after the will reading."

"Well, it just feels too soon. And we don't have everything back in Washington D.C. fully..."

"Vivienne, I knew it was a bad idea for you and Edward to come here and now he is gone. You need to leave this place before the garden party."

"You thought it was a bad idea for me and Edward to be here? Why didn't you reach out to him or me or anyone? If you knew what was going to happen..."

"Some things can't be controlled. It would have fallen on deaf ears."

"After the train ride we had together, I'm not so sure that's true."

"I tried to warn people for years..."

"You could have told me in the lounge when I first met you! I wanted to leave Blackwell Grange as soon as it felt strange on that night. I couldn't find Edward! Had you warned me... I never would have let him leave me side."

"I'm warning you now, my dear."

"You don't get to do that. Manipulate me... use Edward and these hindsight prophecies..."