"I am dead inside..."

"I just wanted to let you know, Reverend Green has just arrived."

"What?"

"He just made his way into the Hugh's visitation room."

"Hosea's back in town?"

"Yes, Reverend Sycamore is sadly no longer with us. He retired last month."

"I just wasn't aware Hosea was back in town."

"Well... he's here."

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Slate-Grey."

"If you need anything, I'll be around."

"Thank you, dearie."

"What was that about? Is her husband not able to show up?"

"I didn't ask about Graham. No, it's not that..."

"Reverend Green is back in town. And he is doing the funeral."

"Jesus Christ on a bicycle..."

"Do you think he's the one who bailed Thallo out?"

"I don't think that's important right now."

"Howard! You are still alive."

"Maybe I'll be lucky enough to come back from the dead one day like you did."

"There will be plenty of those comments. Best we get used to them."

"You still carry that flask of gin everywhere?"

"God, I can't imagine what Benedict must be feeling. I never had the courage to greet people at any of my husband's funerals."

"Let's keep that chatter down to a whisper, eh?"

"Have you seen him yet?"

"Him? Who?"

"I'm talking about Hugh. Have you been in to see him?"

"Not yet."

"Neither have I. I've been dreading it."

"It's hard to believe he's really gone. It seems like just yesterday we were children, playing in the water..."

"Hugh, get yourself cleaned up. I need to talk to Michael alone."

"Your father passed away last week. We just received the news today. I am sorry, Michael."

"... and as you know - my father killed himself. They lied to me for years. Got rid of me by sending me off to military school. In truth, my father died a coward, scared of fighting. He never would have wanted me to go down that same dark path. But I did and I hated every second of it. But it was the only thing I had to do. It was the only thing that kept me from drinking or sleeping myself to death. It was the only way I could feel my father again. And now I'm an empty husk."

"Mike..."

"I guess sometimes my tender side comes out without the moonshine."

"You don't have to suffer in silence. What they did to you was wrong. The lie they told you was wrong. It sent you somewhere you never should have been."

"I always wondered who I would have been if I never enlisted. I imaged I'd be long dead or behind bars by now."

"Why do you say that?"

"If I wasn't oversees the day that I learned what happened to my father - I would have murdered Benedict Black. Maybe he would have gotten the upper hand and murdered me first. But I would have fought till the last drop of blood was gone. I'd do anything to watch that man suffer."

"You don't mean that do you?"

"I've fantasized about doing it a hundred times. Having him face the wall as I swing a baseball bat, shooting him right between the eyes, drowning him in the lake where my childhood ended, burning down Blackwell Grange with him inside... I've thought of every possibility, Patricia."

"He's an old man. He's already suffering for everything he has done. He probably doesn't have much time left, anyway."

"If you are telling me I should let bygones be bygones and keep my distance, then you can hand that bottle over and enjoy the funeral on your own."

"I'm just saying - sometimes it's not worth it. Trust me."

"Patricia, my entire life was wasted because of that man. If I want to watch the life fade out of his eyes while I strangle him with a chain, I am more than entitled to do that."

"Hi, dad."

"Father, you're here."

"Hugh Black is murdered in cold blood and I have to hear about it from the family butler?"

"I'm sorry, I've had a lot going on."

"You're too busy with this police work. I think it's time to put that to bed. It's time you home back to Timberwolf Commons. It has been too long since you've been home. Greyscale Close needs your... presence."

"You sent me away when I was twenty. You told me to make something of myself. I have. I'm a police officer."

"You have spent the past fourteen years of rescuing kittens from trees and handling burglaries. It's over. It has run it's course. You are finished with this! I need you back home. I am tired of having the Gray's name run through the mud. My grandfather was Earl of Greyscale, my father was Chief Inspector, I am a noble Lord, there is no reason to pattern back to police work. No reason at all."

"I'm not sure that is what I need right now..."

"I am sure enough for the both of us."

"Now, come talk with your mother and sister. They haven't seen you in years."

"You talked to your grandfather yet?"

"You could be the richest boy in Pratton if you make the right choices."

"I haven't talked to him yet."

"Well, we need to figure out the will reading, so you might want to talk to him soon. It's all legal work. You don't have to like the man."

"Okay, thank you."

"Jesus, you wouldn't last a day in boot camp."

"Reverend Green is here."

"What a treat! I'll have to invite him back to the Grange for moonshine."

"I'm glad you are enjoying this. That man knows too much about our pasts. I don't want him in our town. I don't want him at our church!"

"I'm not worried about Reverend Green. I'm not a little boy."

"Well, maybe you should be worried that my sister just arrived. And she brought her husband with her."

"Well, now it all makes perfect sense. You've been worried about Lord Gray showing up."

"Fuck!"

"Yes, Colonel. Fuck."

"I suppose Reverend Green should be the least of both of our worries at this point. Has Ben talked to Lord Gray yet?"

"Benedict or Benjamin?"

"Fuck Benedict. I'm talking about your son."

"I don't know. Probably."

"You may want to monitor his conversations. If he tells his father he knows the truth..."

"I know this is none of my business..."

"You're right. It isn't"

"Perhaps, you should tell Lord Gray that Benjamin knows the truth yourself, Mrs. White. That way it takes the pressure away from Benjamin."

"What? No!"

"It was just a suggestion."

"Lord Gray should never be told. Keep it behind his back. Forever."

"That can only go on for so long. It is going to come out sooner or later."

"Secrets always do."

"If anyone breaks the news to Lord Gray we are in for hell. He is the epitome of a control-freak."

"If the sun suddenly stops rising and setting when he says it should, he will split open, and Satan himself will dance out."

"I suppose I should go back to Benedict before the Mayor and his wife arrive."

"I forgot about that short little bastard! He grabbed my ass back when I was with Hugh. Hugh broke his nose in the ballroom."

"He's got a new wife? What young, tight, thing is Max married to now?"

"Some plastic whore with a brain the size of a walnut."

"Well, good for him."

"This cheered me up."

"Wait until you see her cheekbones."

"How much plastic are we talking?"

"You'll have to meet her yourself. Her lips don't close fully. You always see teeth and gums. She can't say popcorn."

"Mrs. White, you're terrible! You were a bully in school, no doubt!"

"No, no! I've become a cynical bitch in my old age. I used to be fun and sweet. Your stepdaughter reminds me of myself when I was her age."

"You'll have to dig out some old pictures. I'm sure you were the sexiest lady in Blackwell Grange."

"Why, thank you! I was a blonde."

"We do have more fun, as they say."

"I'm sure Hugh was smitten."

"Yes, well..."

"We are sisters, you and me. In a way."

"He was a good man in his youth. An ardent lover."

"He had a great big dick, too."

"If we're being crass, one might point out his obsession with legs and nylons."

"I would have bruises and bites marks on my thighs."

"He was a rabid animal. I miss him."

"I do too."

"Oh, Winslow..."

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

"We cannot let ourselves be burdened with questions that have no answers. God will provide the police the ample clues to find out who ended Hugh Black's life."

"Let us not discuss it any further. May we all let Hugh Black rest in peace. A son, a brother, a lover..."

"Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt. My train was late and I couldn't find the funeral home. I thought it was being held at the church but the doors were locked."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Amelia Peach. Hugh Black and Patricia Peacock's long-lost baby girl."