"What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking it's about time I start acting like the man you always tell me to be. What were you thinking? Interrupting dinner like that..."

"Enough. Your sharp tongue can get you far in this world but I'll break your neck before I allow you to talk to me that way. What the fuck were you thinking, John? A woman twice your age?"

"Andrea isn't twice my age. Close... but not quite."

"You are seventeen years old."

"Not for much longer. The wedding will be after I'm eighteen."

"You can't seriously think that I'll allow this?"

"Haven't you had enough? I know I've only just arrived, but something tells me you've had a few of those already."

"What do you know about this woman? Who is she? Where does she come from?"

"Why don't I just bring her in here myself and you can shine your desk lamp in her face?"

"Dammit John, I have enemies. People that want me dead. The same people that made Margaret and Samuel disappear could be using her to get to us. Answer my goddamn questions. Who is she? What do you know about her family?"

"Don't you dare bring up my parents! Have you forgotten that I blame you as much as I blame Colonel Mustard?"

"Fuck your feelings. Fuck your blame. Who is Andrea Orchid?"

"An orphan."

"What happened to her parents?"

"She doesn't like to talk about it."

"Convenient. What type of doctor is she?"

"Botanist. Toxicology. She'll get along with Rusty and Uncle Victor just fine."

"An orphan turned plant-poison doctor? Are you serious, John? How did the two of you meet? Bump into each other on a rainy day?"

"Careful, Uncle. These same questions can be asked about your fiancee."

"I did my digging. I made sure Brenda Dove is who she said she is."

"Then have one of your creepy little men check in on my fiancee if you are so paranoid. In the meantime, leave me out of this. Bringing me in here and halting dinner was a rude, tacky decision, Uncle. Learn to control your emotions, please."

"I can unlock my bottom drawer, take out my revolver, shoot you in the head, blame the gunshot on thunder, and stuff your body into one of the secret passageways before I board them up for good."

"See."

"Now, I have some very direct questions that need very specific answers. No comments. No remarks. No attitude. You will answer every question I have until I am satisfied with the answers. Then I will tell you what will happen next and you will do what I say."

"Nod if you understand me -- otherwise lower your head onto my desk so this can be quick and easy for Mrs. White to clean up."

"Go pour yourself a brandy."

"Perhaps we should call it. Dinner is over. Mr. Green, Madame Rose, and Sgt Gray have already gone to the billiard room for drinks... I think that might be the best bet to save the evening."

"If I may..."

"An exotic beauty walks into a beloved home and criticizes it in front of an odd-ball of a group..."

"Colonel, my groom-to-be told me all about your magnificent failure in Africa. My criticism comes after much consideration and research of my own. The newspapers did not shames you well enough. You barely tried to look for Samuel and Margaret when they went missing. A day? Maybe a day and a half? Then you went to Monte Carlo for some well-deserved drinking and gambling."

"Were you there? Do you know what happened?"

"No."

"Then mind your business."

"I was just pointing out the fact that I am not swooned with your lies of heroism. And anyone who is swooned is a stupid idiot. No offense, Mrs. Peacock."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, one can only assume by reading the newspapers that you'll be latching onto a powerful eligible man any day now. Colonel Mustard fits the type, though he has the same financial situation you have... so I would advise seeking someone else. Or is that why you are here? Looking to seek out an old flame? See if the lovey-dovey romance is truly..."

"Careful, dear. I'm either loved or hated, but people at least know my name. No one has a clue who you are or what you are doing here."

"You are the most out of place person here. We at least are, married, or come from doctors."

"I'm marrying a doctor."

"We'll see."

"What are you even doing here? No one invited you. Mrs. White had to throw together a name card in the dining room last minute for you. Hugh has a business arrangement with your father, not you."

"Bite me. I can do anything I want."

"Anything except keep Hugh's interest."

"On that, I'm off to the billiard room. Colonel?"

"Not a chance. I'd rather see this one in person, rather than hear about it tomorrow morning."

"Doctor Orchid..."

"What is your practice?"

"I'm an herbalist. Toxicology is a hobby. John has told me all about your family's company. Black-Gray Pharmaceuticals. I hear you make your own opium? I saw the poppy field near the edge of the woods."

"I don't make it personally. Close family friends have all of that taken care of in south-east Asia."

"I'm happy to hear that BGP is still thriving strong with nepotism."

"You know much about BGP?"

"Yes. I met Lord Lavender in Burma last summer. He discussed his feelings after having his shareholder stocks blackmailed away from him."

"You know the Lavender family?"

"Not on a personal level. Only business."

"And what is it that your family does?"

"I wouldn't know. I was an orphan, but thank you for putting me on the spot publicly."

"What could you possibly find funny."

"There is just so much hypocrisy and irony in this whole situation. I'm sorry... I'm just enjoying myself too much. Alphonse, let's go to the billiard room."

"Is there anything else, Dr. Black?"

"Just one thing..."

"Welcome to Blackwell Grange."

"I think you mean 'welcome to the family'. I'm not here on some short-term vacation. John told me all about your conservatory. I intend on setting up in there."

"None of that has been decided."

"I don't need permission, but I appreciate the show of self-assumed power. I'm a big fan of leadership tactics. I use them myself. It really helps keep people in line. Especially the types of people that need to be kept in line."

"Yes, I'm sure the conservatory will suit you well."

"A conservatory, a crypt, an attic... anything can be made into a workspace."

"Please, have a seat. The lobster and steak are getting cold."

"Thank you, no. I won't be having any of this. I'll help myself to the kitchen and prepare something more satisfying."

"Hugh..."

"Not now."

"Hugh, things... things are changing. Everything is happening so fast... I..."

"I said not now. Go to the Lounge, I need to handle things in here."

"Everyone, I apologize for everything. This is not what I had planned for dinner. Please, enjoy yourselves. Feel free to looking around the mansion at your own will. I'll have my staff find you and serve you dessert in half an hour."

"Now, is most certainly not the time, Dr. Raven."

"I'm afraid I will not wait. To the library?"

"God damn you, fine."

"This room..."

"... the Washington D.C. Opera House is nearly the size of this room. How tall are these ceilings?"

"Four stories. The dome is visible from the attic. One has to walk around it."

"I'm sure the music echoes through every upstairs hallway."

"Quite the contrary. This room is sound proofed. We used to have large wooden doors to fully seal in the sound, but these thick curtains were chosen as an artistic alternative. If you'll wait on moment, I'll come down and show you on to the next room."

"We're going to be fine here. Everything is going to work out."

"I just..."

"Shhh. Don't let your thoughts go there again. Just enjoy this."

"Shall we adjourn to the conservatory?"

"Pay no attention to the African violets. Our gardener has been away for some time. He'll be back a week before the garden party... though I'm still rather upset about that arrangement."

"That's understandable. I know a little about gardening. Not a whole lot, but enough. I can probably perk these violets back up."

"Would you mind giving the hedges a trim? At least around the tennis courts? I'm sure you'd prefer a clean, trimmed playing area."

"Of course, Mr. Ash. I would be happy to help out. I'm trying to start a life here at Blackwell Grange. I'll help out in as many ways as I am able to."

"Don't let Dr. Black hear you say that. He'll turn you into his personal valet if given an inch."

"Dr. Black is a fair man?"

"You'll be compensated for your worth."

"How long have you worked for Dr. Black?"

"I worked for his father."

"So it has been your entire life."

"I was eighteen when I came into employment at Blackwell Grange."

"Why have you stayed this long?"

"I'm sure it's because this place is as inviting to him as it is to us."

"I have come to call this place home."

"Professor Plum is an amateur astronomer. I believe he had the telescope aimed at Venus."

"Goddess of love."

"Where next?"

"I believe some of the guests have settled in the billiard room. Perhaps the tour could end there with some drinks."

"That sounds heavenly."

"That bitch disrespects me the same way that boy disrespects me."

"Just let it go, Mike. They use their words and attitudes because they are physically weak."

"I can fight."

"You sure can, old chap."

"I'd challenge them both to a duel."

"And you'd best them both."

"You've certainly improved since the last time I've seen you play. You are making the corner pockets this time."

"I'm never to old to learn a new trick or two."

"I didn't grow up around a table."

"The mighty Lord Gray doesn't have a billiard room?"

"My father preferred to hunt."

"That sounds like Lord Gray. He seems the type to enjoying peel back the skins."

"He'd come home with blood up to his elbows."

"Lord Gray is a pathetic, weak man that relies to heavily on theatrics to make himself tough."

"Yes, and fortunately for him, half the world is weak and scared."

"Has your father forgiven you for becoming a police officer?"

"No. That's why he's leaving everything to my sister."

"My apologies. I understand all too well the oppression of a father's unrealistic expectations."

"Well drink up and open up. This is Blackwell Grange billiards, after all."

"This room doesn't become a room of rest until the holidays. We move the pool table to the side and set up the family Christmas tree down here."

"The one in the lounge and library were formal trees for the guests with fake presents. We were always allowed to decorate the one in here."

"Life may have been miserable most of the year, but around the holidays we lived like kings and queens."

"I can see everyone else has dipped into the bar."

"The women were tearing into Dr. Orchid. Then Dr. Black came back with John to interrogate further."

"What do we know about her?"

"Not a whole lot."

"She knows Lawrence Lavender."

"She knows his name and that he was a shareholder at BGP."

"She knows he lost his shareholder stocks due to blackmail."

"Did she say anything about his untimely death?

"You mean his murder?"

"No one knows if Lord Lavender was murdered."

"If anyone knows anything it's that sneaky little wife of his. Suzanne."

"Lady Lavender is in communication with Dr. Black and is free of all personal suspicion."

"So says the king."

"I don't trust strangers."

"No one does."

"Not you, dear. You aren't strangers. You are practically family."

"What can I get the two of you?"

"Something fruity and sweet with a kick."

"Just a beer."

"Rosie, you're gonna have to sit out this next game. I absolutely must play a game with Mr. Just-a-beer."

"Good night."

"Miss Scarlet, darts?"

"Oh, no. I'm terrible. I'll hit the wall."

"Then Mr. Ash will patch it up. The walls are made of burgundy stucco for that reason."

"It also allows for that pleasing echo the balls make on the break."

"I suppose I'll give it a try. I haven't played in years. I'm not very good."

"Perhaps this will help?"

"Oh, Yvette..."

"Young lady, I can't be any clearer. Dr. Black is boarding these up and you still disobey..."

"Have you no respect for his generosity?"

"Why, Yvette? Why?"

"I'm scared..."

"Oh who? There's nothing to be afraid of, Yvette."

"The man from the crypt doesn't know about the secrets in the house."

"Olga, retire for the night. I'm going to handle this on my own."

"I have help you straighten this insubordinate brat out."

"Olga, please."

"Yvette, what do you know about the man?"

"The man from the crypt? I know that he's a member of the family. A cousin or a brother or something. I know that he's mentally ill. I know that instead of sending him to an institution, you let the Professor play with his brain like he is a lab rat..."

"Have you lost your mind? What the hell is wrong with you? Snooping and snooping! Finding out things you shouldn't know. Why? Why are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Mrs. White, I saw the photographs... All the women... those bodies... my mother..."

"His father was a killer, not him! Dr. Black is just... troubled. He's not a killer!"

"Mrs. White..."

"You can't be here any more. We have to send you away."

"I'm scared, Mrs. White."

"Go stay in one of the empty guest bedrooms on the third floor. I don't want you in the servant's quarters tonight."

"Go, now. You are finished for the night."

"You can stop eaves-dropping Olga. I know you are just listening on the other side."

"Are you in here or not?"

"It's late, I'm drunk, I'm tired, and I'm now very wet."

"Well, I suppose I waited too late, or I'm too early. Next time give your little messenger a more specific time."

"I'm leaving now. Find me in the morning. Or don't. I really don't care."

"Colonel?"

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here."

"Hugh Black is going to die. And you are going to make that happen."

"Not a chance."

"Oh, but you will. You sweet, precious Lorraine died at his hands."

"He aged himself up to look like his father. He slaughtered those women alongside Dr. Raven, Lord Gray, and Monsieur Brunette. Go ask them for their sides of the story. Go ask that little french maid what was inside the secret passageway. Go find out the truth."

"You are trying to start a war."

"I'm bringing the end to decades of imbalance where a family of murderers remains unpunished."

"They aren't like that anymore."

"Bullshit. They just haven't had anyone to kill since Samuel and Margaret."

"Samuel and Margaret aren't dead."

"I know that. I'm referring to all the people that had to die in order for them to disappear. A whole caravan of vacationing Americans on safari. Gunned down. I was there Colonel. I was standing beside Prince Azure when you lead those men to the caravan. We watched as the screams turned to silence."

"Shut up!"

"Do you remember the screams, Colonel? Those helpless people as your bullets tore through their flesh? All under the orders of higher men..."

"Enough!"

"Hugh Black chose to kill. You had to."

"I won't entertain this."

"It's going to eat you alive, Colonel. One day they will start killing again. The bodies will pile up and you'll be in that pile. Just a number in a great list of deaths."

"And you'll be there in the pile beside me."

"Oh... Oh no..."