A Clue Saga

Ext. Blackwell grange - courtyard - morning
The sun shines brightly upon the smooth green lawn of the COURTYARD. The tall marble pillars on each corner of the lawn look as if they have been cleaned recently - a wooden ladder leans against the pillar nearest the GARAGE.
A tall, elderly gardener measures the space between two croquet wickets. He is RUSTY NAYLOR - Blackwell's longtime groundskeeper - since his teenager years.
RUSTY stands up from his knees and looks over the croquet field - satisfied with spacing and alignment. He looks up at the bright blue sky and the puffy white clouds blowing in from the east. He wipes his brow and reaches into his center pocket for a tin of chewing-tobacco.
RUSTY looks towards the front doors of the manor-house to find MR. REGINALD ASH talking with several chauffeurs at the cars - which have been pulled out of the GARAGE. MR. ASH is flailing his arms as he talks to three young DRIVERS.
MR. ASH notices RUSTY watching him and quickly excuses himself. He crosses the driveway and moves around the hedges to the COURTYARD.
RUSTY speaks in an Irish accent.
Mr. Rusty naylor
"You good, Ash? You look a little flustered."
Mr. Reginald Ash
"Yes, one could call me flustered."
(sighing deeply)
"The drivers are double booked. Apparently there is a wedding in Pearson... or something I really don't know or care what the reasoning is. But now they are rushing us to get to the funeral home promptly. Of course Sir Benedict and the ladies still aren't ready yet."
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"Oh dear. I... I suppose I could drive. If it comes down to it."
2.
MR. REGINALD ASH
(desperately)
"If you could? I'm ready to send that red-haired brat straight to Pearson!"
MR. ASH indicates a young, annoyed, cocky looking red-headed DRIVER tapping his foot with crossed arms.
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"I do have reservations in talking to Benedict..."
MR. REGINALD ASH
"I wouldn't blame you."
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
(shrugging)
"It isn't about the scandal, trust me, I've had plenty. It's about the morality of it all. We're all broken, Ash. And we don't fix ourselves by ignoring the situation."
MR. REGINALD ASH
"It's going to get worse before it gets better."
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"That's a shit way to look at life, eh?"
MR. REGINALD ASH
(sniffling)
"I suppose my emotions have been less than normal as of late."
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
(raising an eyebrow)
"Have they, now?"
MR. REGINALD ASH
"I miss Mabel. I want to bring her back. I'd fight to the death if that's what it takes."
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
(laughing)
"You want to bust down Ian Masque doors guns-a-blazin' to rescue little old Mabel? It's a nobel dream, Ash. But it's a dream."
3.
MR. REGINALD ASH
"Mrs. White believes it can be done."
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
(scoffing)
"Mrs. White believes Father Christmas brings presents and eats cookies."
MR. REGINALD ASH
"You said we can't fix things by just ignoring them. I can't pretend my wife wasn't taken from me. It's eating me alive."
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"I don't know why this family is so scared to go to the police."
MR. REGINALD ASH
"Rusty! You know how crooked this town is."
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"So? Go to another town. Find another place to live. Make your case there. Keep trying... stop feeding the people that let him take her and live for your self."
MR. REGINALD ASH
"I don't want to leave. Dr. Black did everything he could to bring her back!"
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"Ash, you are a good man. A gentle soul. But you are as stupid as the day is long."
RUSTY comes close and puts a hand on MR. ASH's shoulder.
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"Just because someone told you they did something... doesn't mean they actually did it."
MR. ASH stands there for a moment, staring off past RUSTY towards the GAZEBO.
MR. REGINALD ASH
"Have I been a fool my entire life?"
4.
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"I'm not going to humor this conversation, Ash. It's going to be a hard enough day as it is. You need to reevaluation you life. What were you planning? Rescuing her and bringing her back to Blackwell Grange so you could be butler and she could be housekeeper? You want to pick up where you left off? Think. Please think."
MR. ASH nods his head in understanding.
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"Fuck. What a morning."
MR. REGINALD ASH
(composing himself)
"Yes..."
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"I'm still upset that Benedict isn’t paying for proper funerals for Yvette and Olga. It's in bad taste. Especially after someone who clearly abuses grief - pretending to be dead... I... I don't want to discuss that man.”
MR. REGINALD ASH
”We will have a memorial for Yvette and Olga.”
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
”It’s not the same. We had one for Miss Dove and you saw how that went."
MR. REGINALD ASH
(closing his eyes)
"I'd rather not discuss it."
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"Everyone deserves a funeral. Yvette was such a kind child. I can’t wrap my head around why Nurse Silver or Miss Raven could do that... it seems to senseless.”
MR. REGINALD ASH
”That whole ordeal was senseless. You are lucky you weren’t here. You didn't have to see any of it.”
5.
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
"I think the ideas running through my imagination may be worse."
RUSTY looks up at BLACKWELL GRANGE.
MR. RUSTY NAYLOR
”Yvette hated this place. She always dreamed of moving far away and starting over. She never got to. Make sure you do, Ash. With or without Mabel.”
The red-haired DRIVER approaches the two - completely fed up.
Driver
(talking with his arms)
"I'm sorry, but you are going to have to find someone else to drive for you. This waiting is unacceptable. We were supposed to leave half an hour ago. I'm supposed to be already on the way to my next pick-up in Pearson. I don't know about the others, but I'm done. Someone has to show up for that wedding."
Mr. REGINALD ASH
(lashing out angrily)
"Then go! Just leave. We are mourning and you obviously have no threshold for patience."
The DRIVER scoffs and spits as he passes. The spittle drips sickly down the arch of a croquet wicket. MR. ASH and RUSTY watch the young man enter his small car - parked between the FRONT GATES and the STABLES.
Mr. REGINALD ASH
"I suppose it's settled. You’re driving today."
RUSTY nods his head slowly.
Mr. RUSTY NAYLOR
"I should get changed into something black."
RUSTY looks over towards the gabled windows of the second floor of the SERVANT's QUARTERS.
6.
MR. REGINALD ASH
"I'll meander on inside and try to rush everyone along."
INT. BLACKWELL GRANGE - HALL - CONTINUOUS
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET stands at the small mirror above the mail table fixing her hair. She wears a long black dress and a small veil over her face. Her nails are red.

MASTER JOHN BODDY slowly comes down the staircase, sliding one hand down the railing the entire time. His eyes are red and he smells of marijuana. He is taking an extra careful stroll down the wide steps.

MISS SCARLET sniffs the air - smelling the marijuana. She looks up to see MASTER BODDY quietly descending into the HALL.

Miss vivienne scarlet
(smirking)
"Smells like a party."
MASTER BODDY reaches into his pocket and pulls out a candy tin full of rolled joints.
Master john boddy
”Wanna burn one before we leave?”
MISS SCARLET stares at the open tin with sadness growing over her - once again.
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
”Yeah.”
MASTER JOHN BODDY
”The conservatory?”
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
"Actually... could we sit in the Gazebo?"
MASTER JOHN BODDY
(nodding)
"Of course."
MASTER BODDY motions for her to follow him to the front door.
7.
As soon as MISS SCARLET and MASTER BODDY close the front door behind them - MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK and COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD begin to descend the staircase from the second floor. COL. MUSTARD is wearing one of Hugh's old suits. MRS. PEACOCK is wearing a simple knee-length black dress with dark blue nylons. On her earlobes are long black obsidian prism-shaped earrings - the first gift Hugh ever gifted her.
Mrs. Patricia peacock
(babbling on)
"... I mean, it is the first public outing after my exoneration. Surely public scrutiny will be at a minimum."
Colonel michael mustard
"Judges and lawyers can say anything - people are still going to believe what they want to believe."
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"Judge Mauve says that they have no evidence and in order for anything to come back and bite me in the ass - they have to find something solid. Which they won't since I'm innocent."
COL. MUSTARD mumbles something under his breath.
Mrs. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"Is everything alright, Mike?"
ColONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
(caught off guard)
"Yeah? What? I'm fine."
MRS. PEACOCK watches as COL. MUSTARD scratches at the tight collar around his throat.
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"Is it too tight?"
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"Are you sure this is the largest one?"
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"You didn't like the gray one, remember?"
8.
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"It looked strange with this coat."
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"It's not exactly a funeral coat. Maybe blackjack on a riverboat."
COL. MUSTARD mumbles something again.
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"You seem more sour than usual. Is it because the staff had the morning off? Did you burn your bacon."
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"My bacon was just fine, thank you. I'm just... Bah! It's nothing. Really."
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"Go on. It's going to come out sooner or later. Let's get it over with before we are surrounded by people."
ColONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"That's the part I don't like - the people! I can't stop wondering who exactly is going to show up."
Mrs. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"Is there anyone in particular you are worried about."
COL. MUSTARD glares at MRS. PEACOCK as if she is the stupidest person on the planet.
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"I figured that much was obvious by my previous statement."'
COL. MUSTARD opens the BILLIARD ROOM door and steps inside. He returns to the HALL, a moment later, with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. He breaks the seal and pops off the lid.
MRS. PEACOCK watches as he drinks three gulps straight from the bottle. He offers it to her.
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
(declining)
"I’m fine. Thank you."
9.
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"Everyone is going to need a little numbing for the day ahead. John has been smoking like a chimney. Go on - drink."
MRS. PEACOCK sighs and takes the bottle from him.
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"If I start now, I won’t stop till my head hits the pillow tonight."
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"That’s fine. I wasn’t in the mood to drink alone today."
MRS. PEACOCK takes far too large of a swig, coughing, and drooling some out onto her chest. She hands him back the bottle and begins to tend to her mess.
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
(gasping)
"Jesus! How do you drink that stuff straight? You could strip rust off of metal with that swill."
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
(chuckling)
"The worst it tastes, the more potent it is. You think this stuff is strong? Rusty has a few jugs of Bluegrass Moonshine sitting around somewhere.”
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"Moonshine? I didn't know it found it's way this far north."
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"Mr. Green brought us some for Hugh's fifty birthday. We barely made a dent in the first jug. It's been sitting around for... oh goodness. Eight, almost nine years. I figure tonight's as good as any to have Rusty drag it out."
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"I'm not sure..."
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"You, me, Mr. Ash, Mrs. White, Madame Rose, and Rusty.
(MORE)
10.
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD (CONT'D)
Drinking to days gone by and memories that only we shared."
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"I'm afraid I'll be sitting that one out. My second husband Ernest used to drink that back when we lived in West Virginia. I can't stomach it. Never could."
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"It doesn't make everyone a mean drunk."
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
(taking offense)
"Ernest was a horrible man with and without the alcohol."
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
(laughing)
"And what kind of drunk do you become? I’ve only ever seen you fight, argue, or challenge someone to a duel."
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"I find moonshine brings out the tender, sentimental side of me."
MRS. PATRICIA PEACOCK
"I'll believe it when I see it."
COLONEL MICHAEL MUSTARD
"Maybe you will. Depends on if you join us or not."
INT. BLACKWELL GRANGE - SERVANT's QUARTERS - CONTINUOUS
RUSTY squeezes by SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY in the narrow upstairs hallway of the SERVANT’s QUARTERS.

RUSTY watches as MRS. BLANCHE WHITE let’s SGT. GRAY into her bedroom. He shrugs as he proceeds into his own.
11.
INT. BLACKWELL GRANGE - mrs. White’s QUARTERS - conTINUOUS
MRS. WHITE closes the door as SGT. GRAY sits down on the edge of the bed. It is clear he is upset. They are both dressed in black.
MRS. BLANCHE WHITE
"You look handsome."
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
(solemnly)
"Thank you. It's Professor Plum's sweater. Mrs. Peacock picked it out for me. I don't really own anything black."
MRS. BLANCHE WHITE
"Well, it fits you nicely."
SGT. GRAY stares at her for a moment, blinking in obvious boredom over their small-talk.
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
"Do you remember anything about my twin brother?"
MRS. Blanche white
(sighing)
"Do we really need to talk about this today?"
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
(frustrated)
"Well, we've hardly spoken all week."
MRS. BLANCHE WHITE
"I thought you needed space."
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
(even more frustrated)
"I thought you needed space!"
The silence that follows is deafening.
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
(rubbing his forehead)
"This isn't working..."
12.
MRS. BLANCHE WHITE
(worrying)
"What isn't working?"
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
(losing his temper)
"Us! This! This pseudo-family I've been forced into thinking was mine only to learn - surprise - I've been lied to because my mom is a cheating whore and my dad is a psycho-serial killer."
MRS. WHITE is hurt by every word that comes out of his mouth.
SerGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
"When you decided to tell me the truth, did you think about how much it would fuck with my perspective on life? Or were you just expecting me to welcome you with open arms and play mommy-son to make up for all the lost time?"
Mrs. BLANCHE WHITE
"I can’t keep apologizing over and over. I was sedated... drugged. I can’t remember everything."
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
"For five year? You were non-stop drugged for five whole years? Not one minute of clarity? Really? I find that hard to believe..."
MRS. BLANCHE WHITE
"You don't trust me?"
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
"I hardly know you! You came into my life with this big secret and you refuse to answer any questions I have because you magically can’t remember. It makes me wonder what else you are hiding. Where is my brother now?"
MRS. BLANCHE WHITE
"I don’t know..."
13.
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
"You don’t know? That's bullshit! You can’t selectively give me information. This isn't how families are supposed to work!"
MRS. BLANCHE WHITE
"If I knew I would tell you! Don’t you think I want to find your brother too?"
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
"Honestly? No. I don't. I think you are weak and would rather cry and have people feel bad for you than put on a brave face and accept the truth."
MRS. WHITE looks down at the carpet - lost for words.
MRS. BLANCHE WHITE
"There is a nun in Rhode Island. She handled the adoption. I’ll write to her."
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
"So I’m supposed to trust that this letter is actually going to be written and sent? I’m just supposed to take that on faith after all the lies?"
MRS. WHITE shrugs, ashamed and embarrassed.
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
"I've been worrying about how my father and mother are going to react when they learn that I know the truth about you. But I don't know if I want to talk to them or you after today is over. So it really doesn't matter in the long run, does it?"
MRS. BLANCHE WHITE
"You're leaving?"
SERGEANT BENJAMIN GRAY
"After the funeral. I... don't think I can be around you or this place right now..."
SGT. GRAY stands up from the bed and exits the room. Slamming the door loudly behind him.
14.
MRS. WHITE takes a deep breath and walks over to her small table. She opens a drawer on the side and takes out a blank piece of stationary. She sits down and picks up her pen.

MRS. WHITE stares at the blank letter and where the pen hovers indefinitely. She feels her eyes filling with tears as she begins. The old woman drops the pen and lowers her head.
MRS. BLANCHE WHITE
(to herself)
”Oh, Winslow. Look at my life. You were the only good thing that ever happened to me. My mistakes have cost so much - our lives, our love, our humanity... It’s all so far away it doesn’t even feel like it was my life anymore. I’m not the woman I wanted to be... I’ll never redeem myself for the sins of my past. I just want Eric and Benjamin to meet. I just want them to hold each other. Everything will feel right if I can make that happen. My boys... my sweet boys.”
EXT. BLACKWELL GRANGE - GAZEBO - CONTINUOUS
MISS SCARLET and MASTER BODDY sit on the wicker sofa smoking together. Geese waddle around the driveway in front of them.
MISS SCARLET exhales a large cloud of smoke, coughing deeply as she does.
MasTER JOHN BODDY
”Take it easy. Not ever hit needs to be hard.”
MiSS VIVIENNE SCARLET
(still coughing)
”I haven’t gotten high in two years.”
MASTER JOHN BODDY
”Why are you having Edward’s funeral on the same day as Uncle Hugh?”
MISS SCARLET doesn’t answer.
MasTER JOHN BODDY
”Sorry. It isn’t really any of my business.”
15.
MisS VIVIENNE SCARLET
”It’s fine. You aren’t the first to ask.”
MISS SCARLET takes a long hard drag off the joint - followed by a full minute of coughing.
Miss VIVIENNE SCARLET
”I figured if it was held on any other day... no one would show up. Hardly anyone showed up for Miss Dove’s memorial on Tuesday. Edward’s own mother said she wasn’t going to come. And no one has seen Brunette since Aquatine Vistas. I figured if it is in the same building some people might stop by and pay their respects.”
MASTER BODDY nods his head understandingly.
MasTER JOHN BODDY
“I’ll stop by. I promise.”
MISS SCARLET smiles a bit.
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
“That means a lot, John.”
MASTER BODDY finishes his joint and flicks it into the gravel around the GAZEBO where several cigarette butts have accumulated.
MiSS VIVIENNE SCARLET
”Did you know that our mothers knew each other?”
MASTER BODDY leans forward - interested in hearing more.
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
“I’ve been talking to Madame Rose a lot recently. She said Margaret would come and see my mother’s vaudeville shows.”
MasTER JOHN BODDY
”My mother always loved the arts. She and my father used to drag me to the opera as a kid. I always hated it.”
MISS SCARLET laughs.
16.
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
”I used to find the opera so boring. Even when I was singing it. It’s just sounds and noises. I’ve always struggled putting emotion behind a language I don’t understand - only memorized.”
MASTER JOHN BODDY
“So what do you want to do with your singing career.”
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
(laughing)
”I’m just a stupid girl with stupid dreams...”
MASTER JOHN BODDY
”Tell me.”
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
”I want to sing music that was written for me. I want to play roles made with me in mind. I’m tired of auditioning. I‘ve dreamed of Hollywood... but I don’t have the competitive drive anymore. Not when people like Kevin Kale and King Onceblack bring home a couple hundred-thousand for the same roles over and over again.”
MASTER JOHN BODDY
“I’ve heard crazier dreams. If Uncle Hugh were still alive he could have helped. He used to party with Jet Midnight in their younger years.”
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
(excitedly)
“The producer? Do you think he’ll be at the funeral?”
MASTER JOHN BODDY
“I wouldn’t count on it. He may send flowers over but other than that...”
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
"As soon as I said it, I realized how stupid it was. It would be bad taste to talk business at a funeral anyway."
17.
MASTER JOHN BODDY
"I’m sure it won’t stop some people."
MISS SCARLET notices GREYSON walking over from the cars. She smiles brightly as he comes up the steps to the GAZEBO.
GREYSON
"Hey. Do you know what the hold up is inside? Not trying to rush, but we do have a funeral in Pearson."
MASTER JOHN BODDY
"It's my grandfather. Taking his jolly time."
MISS SCARLET's face drops.
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
"A wedding? Does that mean we'll have to reschedule the candlelight vigil?"
GREYSON
(smiling)
"The wedding will be over long before then. We'll meet up here and drive down to Sun Haven after the funeral."
MISS SCARLET's smile returns.
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
"Thank you, Greyson. It really means the world to me."
GREYSON
"I suppose if you two are ready, I can take you both."
MISS VIVIENNE SCARLET
"Of course. John?"
MISS SCARLET turns to MASTER BODDY.
MASTER JOHN BODDY
"Might as well get this over with."
18.
INT. ST. elva's cathedral - SANCTUARY - late morning
MRS. FRANCINE SILVER sits beside FIVEL DOVE on the front pew in the otherwise empty SANCTUARY.

MRS. SILVER is holding her Bible on her lap. Her eyes are closed and she is praying silently.

FIVEL looks around - bored. He watches as the OFFICE door opens and two large-bodied men exit. They talk together in fast Italian as they pass MRS. SILVER and FIVEL on their way to the front of the building. MRS. SILVER hears them talking and opens her eyes.
MRS. Francine silver
(smiling sweetly at them)
"God bless you gentlemen."
MAN #1
(to MAN #2)
"Chi è questa cagna?"
MAN #2
"Non importa..."
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN steps out into the SANCTUARY. MRS. SILVER quickly stands to her feet, dragging FIVEL up by the arm.
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
"If you'll follow me, I'm ready to see you."
MRS. FRANCINE SILVER
(commandingly)
"Come along, Fivel."
INT. ST. ELVA'S CATHEDRAL - OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
MRS. SILVER seats herself down in one of the two chairs in front of the desk. FIVEL enters and immediately notices a large wooden crate partially concealed behind the desk.
REV. GREEN takes his seat down behind the desk.
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
(laughing politely)
"I'm afraid I can't remember if we've officially met.
(MORE)
19.
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN (CONT'D)
I've met so many people since I transferred to St. Elva's."
MRS. FRANCINE SILVER
"That is quite alright. No, this is the first time we're meeting. I'm Francine Silver and this is my grandson Fivel. I've adopted him in the event of my daughter's passing. I'm sure you read the newspaper - may God have mercy on her. I'm sure you met with Reverend Sycamore before he left us. He always knew to count on me. We were very good friends. He always called on me first to volunteer or run the bake sale."
REV. GREEN is quickly exhausted by MRS. SILVER, yet maintains a pleasant, happy face.
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
(lying)
"Ah, yes. Reverend Sycamore said many good things about you, Mrs. Silver."
MRS. FRANCINE SILVER
"Then I am sure we are going to be good friends too!"
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
(laughing politely)
"Yes, of course. Now, thank you for the introduction. But I'm afraid I must be getting over next door to the..."
MRS. FRANCINE SILVER
"Oh, this is more than a polite introduction. I'll have you over for coffee or tea for that. I'm having trouble with Fivel."
REV. GREEN exhales sharply.
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
"Ah, what seems to be that matter?"
MRS. FRANCINE SILVER
"He is struggling to find God after living without the Light his entire life. He was raise an atheist, you see."
20.
FIVEL DOVE
"Can we just go. He's obviously busy."
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
"Time will heal everything, Mrs. Silver. Prayer too."
MRS. FRANCINE SILVER
"If you'll just talk to him for a moment? I know God will work through you and heal him. This is His house after all."
MRS. SILVER does not wait for a response. She shuts the door, leaving FIVEL and REV. GREEN alone.
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
"Well, this must be a lot of changes for you. How are you handling things?"
FIVEL DOVE
"I hate her. I hate her house. I hate my life. I want to get as far away from this place as I can and I want to live a normal life."
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
"People like your grandmother can come off a bit strong. She means well, but she's going about this the wrong way."
FIVEL DOVE
"I don't believe in God."
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
"And I'm not asking you to. To be honest, sometimes I wonder if He's really up there listening. But then I remember how far I've gotten."
FIVEL DOVE
"I want to go home..."
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
"Where is home, Fivel?"
FIVEL DOVE
"Africa."
21.
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
(a bit shocked)
"You used to live in Africa?"
FIVEL DOVE
"I met my adoptive mother there. It was the closest thing to a normal life I had."
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
"You lived in orphanages?"
FIVEL DOVE
(tearing up)
"For seven years. Hiding from bullies, abusive caretakers, and disgusting creeps that dress like you."
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
(holding up a hand)
"I understand, my child. You don't need to speak any more of it."
FIVEL DOVE
(wiping his tears)
"I can't be around my grandmother. I feel like I'm always alone but I'm never actually alone because she's always there hovering over me telling me how to stand, act, dress, what to think, what to believe. I lay awake at night pretending to be asleep so I can have a few minutes to think and remember who I am and what I feel."
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
"Then you need to find ways of trying to appease her while also finding time for your own mental health. I know you don't like the church or God or anything. Come down here from time to time. You can sit in the pews or out back on the bench. Your grandmother will be happy you are at church, and you can have peace to yourself."
FIVEL nods.
FIVEL DOVE
"Thank you, Reverend."
22.
REV. GREEN stands up and leads FIVEL to the door.
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
"Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a funeral I need to attend."
FIVEL DOVE
"Hugh's?"
REVEREND HOSEA GREEN
(nodding)
"Are you going?"
FIVEL DOVE
"Grandmother doesn't think that would be appropriate. She wants me to leave that life behind me."
REV. GREEN pats him on the back as he ushers the boy out of his office. REV. GREEN closes the office door and locks it. He goes behind his desk and picks up the heavy wooden crate.
REV. GREEN sets the crate on the top of the desk and slides open the top - twelve bottles of communion wine. The circular logo on the side of the crate reads: JASPER, O'RANGE, GREEN.
INT. LIMOUSINE - BACKSEAT - CONTINUOUS
In the backseat of a LIMOUSINE bound for New York City, MR. THALLO GREEN picks at his fingernails. One of his two twin henchman sits with him. He is MR. GIUSEPPE CELADON.
MR. THALLO GREEN
"He didn't kill Giovanni."
MR. GIUSEPPE CELADON
"I ain't seen my brother since the night you left us on the docks."
MR. THALLO GREEN
"I told both of you not to say a word to O'Range about the man I shot."
MR. GIUSEPPE CELADON
"I didn't, I swear!"
MR. THALLO GREEN
"What about Giovanni?"
23.
MR. GIUSEPPE CELADON
"He's not like that. He's loyal."
MR. THALLO GREEN
"Then I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. He'll turn up. Probably got himself stuck doing someone's grunt work."
MR. GIUSEPPE CELADON
"Isn't that the type of work we're doing right now, boss?"
MR. THALLO GREEN
"No."
MR. GREEN pulls out a cigar and clips it before lighting it.
MR. THALLO GREEN
"We are overseeing the drop off of a massive amount of kerosene. Rich buyers."
MR. GIUSEPPE CELADON
"We're selling kerosene now?"
MR. THALLO GREEN
"Baron Bronze sold his second largest oil field to Sarah Greenfield. I think we all know what that means."
MR. CELADON stares blankly at MR. GREEN.
MR. THALLO GREEN
"The Greenfield's run the oil empire. The price of kerosene is going to go up. O'Range has a ship coming in to the docks at his hotel."
MR. GIUSEPPE CELADON
"Who's the buyer?"
MR. THALLO GREEN
"According to O'Range, that's none of our business."
MR. GIUSEPPE CELADON
"Doesn't that make you nervous."
24.
MR. THALLO GREEN
"I just came out of jail. Before that I was in a house where six people got murdered. Everything makes me nervous. But O'Range is pissed at me and I need to prove to him that I'm not a liability. Which means you and your dumbass brother need to do the same."
END OF EPISODE #27