"It's time."

"We aren't going to talk about earlier?"

"No."

"Wait a second. One minute you want out, the next you are Mr. O'Range's yes-man?"

"Shit changes when you lose a twin. He was with me from the day I was born to the day you had him killed. Now I gotta figure out who I am without him. It ain't gonna be pretty."

"Where is the revolver?"

"I don't have it. I never did."

"Both the jeweled revolver and the jeweled dagger were taken from Prince Azure. Mr. O'Range assured Prince Azure that you had both of them."

"I don't have the gun. I don't know what more you want me to tell you."

"Well, who has it? I know your big giant ass didn't sneak into Prince Azure's trophy room and take the dagger yourself."

"Hugh Black. It's probably in a desk or a cabinet in Blackwell Grange somewhere. I couldn't find it when I was there."

"How did you get the dagger? Who stole them for you and Hugh Black?"

"Michael Mustard gave them to us after he failed to bring home Margaret. I tried telling Hugh she didn't want to be found. He was just so determined to bring her home."

"You know too much."

"Look, I'm not an issue. I'm on your side. I helped get rid of the issue. I'm the one who killed Hugh Black."

"Killing Hugh Black was the biggest mistake you could have made. How is he supposed to suffer for his actions if he is put out of his misery?"

"I have a long, dark history with Hugh. I know more than anyone who he was and what he was capable of. You're just a kid. A hothead hired to think you are more important than you really are."

"Is that what you think? Then it looks like I've been keeping up with this whole manservant thing well."

"Who are you really?"

"I was Alexander Brown until I was six-years-old. Then I became Anton Brunette till I was twelve. After my mother died, I took her maiden name and my grandfather's first name."

"My father always taught me to slit the throat. But I feel like any part of you will cut like butter."

"So, gentlemen. The time has come."

"I can assure you they are all here."

"And the price we've agreed upon..."

"This will only get you sixty percent of the barrels unloaded. We're going to need more."

"We talked about this shit the other night. Stop moving the goddamn price!"

"Look, we are trying to sell as a whole. We're gonna need the rest of that money or else we are going to sell it all to someone else."

"You don't got another buyer."

"Why the fuck are you here? What they hell is this?"

"I took a serious hit when I sold that field to Ms. Greenfield. If you aren't going to comply with their prices, I will. We both know it can move for double their asking price."

"Triple if it's in the right hands."

"That ain't never gonna happen. We don't mix with people that ain't kin."

"That's for your mother to decide."

"Momma's getting up there in age. She ain't gonna be the Empress of Kerosene forever."

"I don't like the way this fool is talking."

"Come on, Otis... just sell it to them for the original price we talked about. Mamma isn't going to like that fancy Canadian getting involved again."

"Listen to your brother Mr. Greenfield."

"Duncan's slow in the head. We used to keep him in the shed for his own safety."

"Fellas, ya'll gotta make a decision. Come on..."

"Let them take their time, Duncan. I want to see how this plays out."

"We ain't got the time..."

"What's the kid mean by that? We ain't got the time? You hear that shit, Dante?"

"All I hear is two redneck scammers trying to hustle. Not today, assholes. It's not fucking happening today."

"Dante, Seppe... we need to go."

"Walk away from this and you're a dead man, Thallo."

"I'd rather die running out there than like rats in a bucket in here."

"We ain't done here until the price is settled. You back away and it is all going to Baron Bronze."

"Fine by me."

"I'm not taking sixty percent."

"Just get back in line."

"I'm taking every single barrel from this hotel and you are walking away with this briefcase. If you say anything other than 'thank you', you and your inbred brother are going to eat a lot of lead for your last meal."

"No deal."

"I'm done with this shit..."

"There's someone over there! Somebody help him!"

"The insurance money will be worth it. You'll get your share in a month or so once everything is sorted out. In the meantime, here is the price we agreed upon."

"All those women, children... the staff..."

"Yes, it'll be the headlines of the Titanic all over again. Anyway, if you'll dock us over in Jersey, we can part ways..."

"I thought I saw you the other day."

"Now, when you say saw, do you mean in those cards and stones? Or do you mean with your own two eyes?"

"You were in the woods near the stables watching Mrs. Peacock and Miss Peach ride horses."

"Yes, I love those horses. I suppose Windsor must be fourteen or fifteen by now. I remember the Christmas when King Azure gifted Windsor to me. Samuel was so angry. He always was a jealous one... considering..."

"Hugh spent so much time with those horses after you went missing."

"You understand why I did what I did, don't you Rose?"

"I'm not sure any of us will ever truly understand."

"My freedom was taken from me when I was raped and Brenda was put into my stomach. King Peter and Prince Philippe both offered me a way out of my misery. I would have been a fool to not take it."

"Your son has grieved you for years. Surely the pain and misery he feels should not excuse your judgment..."

"Father is trying to put John in charge of Blackwell Grange."

"Then that will make it all the easier to take away from them."

"And when the bell tolls and the grim reaper rides up on our doorstep..."

"My dear sister, the grim reaper is already here."

"How long do we have before Azure destroys our lives from the ground up?"

"Philippe will not harm anyone unless I tell him to. A better question, dear Rose, would be figuring out what you can do for me in order to earn your ticket to protection."

"I've seen ghosts, spirits - I've felt the presence of demons and angels - but I will never make a deal with the devil."

"Mrs. Silver? I'm Officer Moss. I need you to tell me what happened tonight."

"He stormed off from the supper table. He has been so angry lately... I let him go to his room for only a moment while I prayed about it."

"When I got to his bedroom door and opened it... he wasn't there. The window was open and the curtains were billowing in the wind."

"I'm going to have a look around. He didn't leave anything, a run-away note? A letter from a friend?"

"No, none of that. He doesn't have any friends."

"Is there any money missing from the house? Is it possible he's going to try to buy a train ticket?"

"I don't know, Officer! I really don't know my grandson all that well. I have no idea where he would try to run away to..."

"What is it?"

"Blackwell Grange. He's been asking when he can return..."

"You think he went back there? After everything he went through over there?"

"He's a troubled boy, Officer Moss! There's no time to argue. Send someone over to Blackwell Grange, at once!"

"Well, that was certainly... a treat."

"Mike, please. The fun is over."

"I meant what I said. It always has been you. You've always been more special to me than I can admit."

"Mike, don't make this difficult. We had some fun. All that sexual tension built up for decades was finally released. But that's all it was. I'm very drunk and you are always down for a good time. I saw you hit that scotch bottle pretty hard."

"You're really going to pretend like what we just did was nothing?"

"I'm not pretending, Mike. That's all it was: drunken tension."

"No wonder Hugh threw you to the streets. You're a cold bitch, Patricia."

"I thought you loved me?"

"I fucking do. That's why it hurts to let you know how poisonous and vile you can be. You don't dismiss people, you destroy them. You always try to leave people feeling worse than you do. But you've always been unhappy, haven't you? Chasing after money and men that don't please you."

"You've got no money and you aren't the type of man who is able to please me. What do you expect me to do, Mike? Get violently drunk every night so that I can have sex with you without throwing up?"

"Well, you get violently drunk every night anyway..."

"I drink to live with the mistakes I've made. It's going to take weeks of drinking to erase all of..."

"... that from my brain."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"It's all starting to make sense now. The fact that you can't remember all the details to your husband's deaths. I suppose enough weeks, months, or even years of drinking can erase the most insidious memories."

"Would you like the rest? I can go get a fresh bottle if you need more."

"I'm going to take a wild guess and assume Patricia killed most of this bottle over dinner."

"Your stepmother wasn't present for dinner. It was a rather quiet affair."

"She's probably still upset..."

"Can I ask you something rather personal?"

"Hmm, I suppose you may."

"How did you overcome the guilt over losing your wife?"

"Oh, well... um..."

"I'm sorry. That was so rude of me... it's just. I can't help but feel as though I betrayed Edward in more ways than one. He's dead and I'll never be able to tell him how sorry I am. I thought the candle vigil would help me overcome my grief, but when Greyson fell... it... I just..."

"The guilt I feel over my wife is from doing nothing. There was nothing you could have done to save Mr. Clay. I know that may not be what you want to hear, but it is the truth. All feelings and concerns you have are understandable. But Mr. Clay is not watching over you and judging you for this self-assigned sense of betrayal. He is loving you and hoping you stay strong for him, because he would hate seeing you as sad and miserable as you've been. When I gave the two of you a tour of the mansion on the first day you arrived, there was this moment in the ballroom. You were entranced by the harp and smiled so sweetly. Mr. Clay's eyes lit up and he immediately hugged you and kissed you on the top of the head. I want you to remember that moment. Stop spending your days in the conservatory where he died. Spend time in the ballroom where he lived and loved."

"I can hear him, Mr. Ash."

"I can finally remember Edward's voice again."

"I know you want to bring her back - your wife. I... I don't know how you are going to do it, but when the day comes, I want to help you bring her home."

"When is Malcolm coming home?"

"Well, your brother was very out of line. He put us all in danger by telling the Slate-Grey's about Mercy. He is going to be spending some time in Virginia until he has time to reform. Captain Sky is very determined that Malcolm will be a very easy and simple case."

"You shipped him off to military school because of your secret?"

"Jessica, I won't have that tone at the dinner table."

"No, but you'll break this family apart in every possible way except by getting Mercy the help and treatment she needs!"

"Jessica, that is enough!"

"What happens when you get sick of me?"

"Well, there is a lovely little convent up in Rhode Island. If I were you, I wouldn't worry about where I might end up and focus instead on being on my best behavior."

"Mr. Meadow-Brook! Someone set fire to the trash cans!"

"Should I call the police?"

"Miles, look..."

"Miles, what are we going to do?"

"This is my son, Andrew. He will be showing you around the camp, yard, and dorms. Report to my office at seven hundred hours tomorrow morning. You start basic training tomorrow."

"First time in one of these places? I recognize the look."

"My parents sent me here to get rid of me."

"It happens more than you'd think. Half the boys here didn't do any of the crap they are being accused of. Life has a way of showing you that someone is always going to end up on the bottom of someone else's boot."

"I don't think I can do this."

"Trust me, everyone is a lot stronger than they give themselves credit for. Once the feeling of abandonment starts to wear off, you'll be surprised what you find yourself capable of."

"You don't even know me. What makes you so certain of what I am capable of."

"I've spent a lot of time with blond boys with sad green eyes. I know your type very well."

"My parents didn't send me here because I'm gay. They sent me here because I told someone else their secret. A secret that if your father found out about, my parents could be in a lot of trouble."

"See, Malcolm? I told you I knew you were capable of more than crying and shivering on a bed."

"If I tell you everything, will you talk to your dad and get him to get me out of this place?"

"Maybe. What are you gonna do for me?"

"I have a boyfriend back home."

"You still have a boyfriend if you ever get out of this place and see him anytime soon. I imagine he'll find someone else if you take too long. Granted, he'll never find someone as soft and cute as you are."

"Fine. I'll do whatever you want."

"That is what I like to hear."

"On the bed, lose the shirt. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"Miles, what the hell?"

"You think this is some kind of game?"

"Miles!"

"Graham, what the hell is going on?"

"Your husband set my trashcans on first. I got the message loud and clear, Graham."

"What are you talking about? Graham didn't do anything."

"Bullshit! I bet you have an open can of red paint sitting in your garage right now."

"He's been with us all night!"

"It's true!"

"If it wasn't you, then we have a serious fucking problem."

"No, Miles. You have a serious fucking problem. Get out of my house! Now!"