Episode 1.08 “Lost and Found”
The dark storm clouds cover the sky above Blackwell Grange, a scream can be heard from somewhere inside.
“Where the hell have you been?” Mrs. Peacock anxiously grabs Miss Scarlet by the shoulder.
“I just came from my room.” Miss Scarlet points to the door as the two women head down the hallway towards the top of the staircase.
“We were looking everywhere for you!” Mrs. Peacock says
“No one thought to check my room?” asks Miss Scarlet
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Something is very wrong here.”
“Clearly?” Miss Scarlet says, “Miss Dove runs off for some alone time and everyone assumes the worst.”
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “We aren’t concerned about her hurting herself anymore; we are concerned she is hurting others.”
A cold chill rushes down Miss Scarlet spine, “What are you talking about?”
“Mr. Clay had a little run in.” Mrs. Peacock says, “He was knocked unconscious and found by Dr. Black, Madame Rose and the gardener.”
“Is he okay?” asks Miss Scarlet, rushing towards the top of the staircase and begins descending.
“Wait!” Mrs. Peacock stops her, “You can’t go down there.”
“Why is it so dark in here?” asks Miss Scarlet, noticing the only lights are from doorways with lit fireplaces or candles.
“Vivienne there is a man!” Mrs. Peacock grabs her step-daughter and ducks her into the dark entrance of the Lounge.
“What man?” Miss Scarlet asks
Mrs. Peacock shushes her, “A man that was following Miss Peach from Paris. He is very dangerous and Mr. Boddy seems to have had a run in with him.”
“Oh my God!” Miss Scarlet closes the two of them inside the dark, empty Lounge. The light pink wallpaper looks nearly black in the shadows. Miss Scarlet reaches the fireplace and wraps her fingers firmly around the handle of the wrought iron Fireplace Poker.
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, checking the secret passageway, “There is something else we found out today, a secret Hugh and the household staff have been keeping for years.”
In the Study, the room is lit by and oil lamp on the desk, and a Candlestick in Professor Plum’s hand.
“How could you lie to me about my father being dead?” Professor Plum grinds his teeth menacingly
“It wasn’t to stump you out of your inheritance if that is what you are so worked up over.” Dr. Black says pouring himself a brandy at the dark bar.
“To hell with the damn inheritance, my father… our father is still alive!” Professor Plum says, “People mourned for him. People prayed for the family. You have had him alive in a spare room in the attic this whole time. My own father, always under the same roof as me, but I never knew.”
“Quit being so theatrical,” Dr. Black quickly gulps down the brandy he has poured.
“I grieved for his death!” Professor Plum slams the Candlestick on the desk, spilling wax from the candle.
“And you have been paid justly and will now bond with our shared father and keep the damn secret.” Dr. Black says touching his forehead, “It’s already going to cost a bit to pay off the people here that found out when Mr. Green had his little outburst.”
“Is this all you care about?” Professor Plum asks, “The damn money?”
“Professor,” Dr. Black says, taking the Candlestick from his shaking grasp, “Do something useful for once and think of other people. This is a deal far bigger than you can begin to try comprehending.”
In the dark Conservatory, Miss Peach walks back and forth, curling her hair around her finger as lightning flashes occasionally in the distance.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” asks Nurse Silver as she sits down at the table where Madame Rose silently meditates.
“If anyone knows where we can find Miss Dove, it’s my mother.” Miss Peach says coming over to the table and sitting down.
“Just get on with it.” Colonel Mustard says skeptically as Madame Rose begins to shuffle her Tarot Cards.
The four sit in silence as the thunder rolls loudly in the distance.
“The harbinger of death is here.” Madame Rose says, “We are prisoners in our own homes.”
“Brunette?” asks Miss Peach
“He has stepped foot on Blackwell Grange.” Madame Rose says
“John was right.” Nurse Silver says, “He did see a stranger in the Stables.”
“Has this Brunette chap hurt Miss Amelia?” asks Colonel Mustard
“No…” Madame Rose says, “It is Miss Amelia who has hurt herself.”
Nurse Silver whimpers in fright, “Is she…”
“Dead?” asks Madame Rose, “Her spirit has been shatter, the parts of her we know are dead.”
“She’s alive somewhere?” asks Colonel Mustard, “We have to go look for her, she doesn’t realize the danger she is in.”
“Brunette preys on young, beautiful women.” Miss Peach says, “He finds them weak, vulnerable, and then kills them.”
“How did you get away?” asks Colonel Mustard
“He treated me differently.” Miss Peach says, “He saw my artsy, creative side. He wanted me to be just like him. He showed me his studio.”
“Blood,” Madame Rose stares intently at the cards
“Blood, mangled women,” Miss Peach covers her mouth as tears stream down, “He told me bored, rich bastards pay an arm and a leg to witness such horror and gore displayed as art.”
Colonel Mustard and Madame Rose shift in their seats as Nurse Silver stands up.
“Where are you going?” asks Colonel Mustard
“To make certain Yvette is fine with Fivel.” Nurse Silver exits the Conservatory
In the Ballroom, Mr. Green stands impatiently near the back of the room, where he has opened the French windows, allowing the storm’s wind to blow the long white curtains in a ghostly fashion.
“When is it going to end?” a voice says, hidden within the curtains.
“Where are you?” Mr. Green pulls out his Revolver and points to all the blowing curtains.
“It looks like I brought a knife to a gun fight.” The voice says with a hint of malice, “No worries, we both know I would still win.”
From out of nowhere, the Knife comes spinning and pierces an apple on the oil painting behind Mr. Green.
“I was aiming for the peach.” Monsieur Alphonse Brunette steps out of the curtains and lights a cigarette, “But you get the dramatic idea I was going for. And the use of the word ‘Peach’. Monsieur Green, there are so many clever ways to look at the world when you open up to your carnal, intuitive side and let artistic creatively flow out.”
“You are still as much of a psychopath as you always have been.” Mr. Green comments on the man’s demeanor.
“Quite the contrary.” Monsieur Brunette says, “I’m a lot smarter than you think.”
Monsieur Brunette coyly snakes through the Ballroom, getting to know the room in the darkness.
“You know damn well you are not after Miss Peach.” Mr. Green points out
“No?” asks Monsieur Brunette, “Then how did I get here?”
“To kill Benedict Black.” Mr. Green says
“Monsieur Green,” Brunette chuckles, “Sir Benedict is dead, God rest his soul.”
“I thought so too.” Mr. Green says, “Which led to an interesting question I had.”
“Do tell,” Monsieur Brunette picks up a piece of Lead Pipe that has somehow made its way onto the ottoman in front of the fireplace.
“After Benedict died, Hugh paid me to have you killed.” Mr. Green says, “After playing cat and mouse with you for a while you managed to get away.”
“So you must be wondering under what circumstances Sir Benedict and I were acquainted?” Monsieur Brunette takes a seat on the ottoman.
“The thought did cross my mind.” Mr. Green says walking over to where Monsieur Brunette is sitting.
“He loved to come see my art shows.” Monsieur Brunette says, “And I am talking about the art shows I did before I was a wanted criminal.”
Mr. Green grips the Revolver tightly
“You see,” Monsieur Brunette says, “Sir Benedict became my soul sponsor for my dream. He said he saw something in me. He paid for my housing, he paid for my paints and art supplies, and only the finest paints too! He moved me into his Villa in Monte Carlo and turned his old dusty Den into a Studio just for me. White canvases hand made from India were brought in all sizes.”
“He gave you your dream.” Mr. Green says
“But one day he had an incident.” Monsieur Brunette says, “And a young woman was hurt. He offered me a great sum of money if I took the blame and let him return home.”
“That’s how you became who you are.” Mr. Green says
“I thought it would be artistic, plus I met a lot of sadist rich men at Sir Benedict’s Art Showings that he would do right out of the Villa.” Monsieur Brunette says, “Soon I became man of that house. People came to see my art. People came to be in my art.” A wicked smile stretches over his face.
In the Attic, Sir Benedict Black IV sits up and glances out the wet window panes. Yvette sits on the edge of his bed.
“I hope that Mr. Green’s outburst wasn’t too much excitement for you.” Yvette says apologetically touching his hand
“Trust me, Yvette.” Sir Benedict smiles, “You’ve been the only excitement I have noticed.”
Yvette’s hand pulls up to her hair, grazing her ample bosom on the way up to her hair. Sir Benedict’s sighs deeply and lays down.
“You look upset.” Yvette says
“It hurts to be the invisible man.” Sir Benedict says
“What you did was very dangerous. Dr. Black did what he did to protect you and keep you safe.” Yvette says
“Sadly,” Sir Benedict says, “I wish that were the case.”
“Isn’t it?” asks Yvette
“As the story goes,” Sir Benedict takes a breath, “I became involved with a murderous, psychotic artist do to the reckless and audacious way I live my life.”
Yvette is silent.
“Do I seem like a reckless and audacious man to you?” Sir Benedict takes Yvette by the wrist, “My son and I look quite similar after middle age has kicked in.”
“Are you saying Hugh became involved with that artist?” asks Yvette
Sir Benedict nods, “The thing we do for our kids.”
In the Lounge, Miss Scarlet and Mrs. Peacock sit in the dark room with frustration. Miss Scarlet twists the Fireplace Poker in her hands.
“Will you please say something?” Mrs. Peacock asks after listening to the sound of the clock ticking for a good five minutes.
“Hugh’s father is still alive and they have been keeping it a secret due to some deep, dark skeleton in their closet.” Miss Scarlet closes her eyes and leans the Fireplace Poker against the arm of the couch.
“You are taking this a lot easier than I expected.” Mrs. Peacock says
“We all have dark, sorted pasts.” Miss Scarlet says, “Their secret was unearthed. Let’s just be glad ours hasn’t been.”
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Someone attached Chandler.”
“Mr. Clay is a strong, independent man.” Miss Scarlet says
“Yes,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Even still, someone attacked him with a garage tool! That could have ended his life.”
“Where is he?” asks Miss Scarlet
“Laying down in his room.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Nurse Silver thought it would be best if he got plenty of bedrest.”
“Of course she did.” Miss Scarlet stands up, tongue in cheek.
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, stopping her from exiting the Lounge, “If you cling him too tightly he’ll turn to dust.”
“And what do you know about love advice?” Miss Scarlet turns back into the Lounge to face her mother. She crosses her arms, “Tell me.”
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock stands up and leads Miss Scarlet over to the window seat. Miss Scarlet stares out of the window into the darkness that encloses Blackwell Grange.
“You married so quickly after my dad died.” Miss Scarlet says, “You married a sick, perverted man who used me when he was too drunk to go and find you.”
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “That’s not fair.”
“Not fair?” asks Miss Scarlet, “I was still mourning my father when Earnest destroyed what was left of my innocence.”
“And you never stopped letting me hear it.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Anytime you wanted something as a child you would guilt me with that. You have hung what Earnest did to you over my head since you were a child.”
“Regardless,” Miss Scarlet wipes away a tear, “You know nothing about love.”
“I know if I would have clung to Hugh as tightly as you are clinging to Chandler, Hugh would not have invited us to this party or any previous party.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Maybe that would have been a good thing.” Miss Scarlet motions around at the distressing scenario they are facing, “You are still in love with a man that will never give you the light of day.”
“Hugh and I have a complicated outlook on things.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Does he?” asks Miss Scarlet, “Or have you just made up a comforting scenario in your head to relieve the pain that you are too afraid of to face?”
“Hugh and I are meant to be.” Mrs. Peacock says defensively
“Did you do something to Miss Dove?” asks Miss Scarlet, “Did you hurt her to get closer to Hugh?”
“No!” Mrs. Peacock says, “Is that what you think of me?”
“I know three husbands died mysteriously,” Miss Scarlet says, “And I can only account for one of their deaths.”
“I love Hugh!” Mrs. Peacock says
“He may have loved you at one time.” Miss Scarlet says, “But that time has passed and he isn’t going back.”
“Love is stress,” Mrs. Peacock stands up, “But once that stress is relieved, it is the best feeling you could ever imagine!”
In the Billiard Room, Mrs. White jumps a little as the lights flicker back on. Mrs. White scans the room and puts her hand to her chest as her eyes fall upon Miss Dove, sitting on the leather couch sipping a cocktail.
“Amelia, where the hell have you been?” asks Mrs. White, “No one has seen you all day.”
Miss Dove glances at Mrs. White, and stands up, her black party dress swaying and glittering in the light of billiard table lamps.
“We have been worried sick,” Mrs. White says, “Fivel is with Rusty in the Nursery with Rusty.”
“Where is Hugh?” Miss Dove asks lifting up the Shotgun that was mounted and rigged in the Study earlier.
“Miss Amelia,” Mrs. White places her hand over her heart, “Put the Shotgun down.”
“I need to speak with Hugh.” Miss Dove says
“You must have hurt yourself while you were missing.” Mrs. White says, “Come to the Kitchen, we’ll get you looked at by Nurse Silver.”
“Mrs. White,” Miss Dove says, “If you help me with this, I will leave you out of the police report once I expose this house for what it is worth.”
“What have you done?” asks Mrs. White
FLASHBACK – THE NIGHT BEFORE
Miss Dove rushes outside to the Boat House in her long evening dress, tears are streaming down her face as she pushes open the door. The rust-coated hinges let out a loud, high pitched screech. She makes her way through the damp coils of Rope, chains, hooks, and oars and out the back door onto the boat dock. She walks to the end of the long dock and looks down into the deep, black water. She looks up at the storm sky. The rain has stopped.
“Why?” Miss Dove cries to herself as she steps to the edge of the dock, looking at her own glassy reflection. She withdraws the Knife from the where she concealed it at her waist and prepares to plunge the silvery blade into her stomach.
“Ending your life won’t make them suffer.” Monsieur Brunette steps out of the shadows of the Boat House.
Miss Dove spins around anxiously, pointing the Knife at the stranger.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.” Monsieur Brunette says
“What do you want?” asks Miss Dove
“I’m just curious why you were so dramatically willing to end your life and be cast into the dark waters, but now you are valuing your life with me at Knife-point.” Monsieur Brunette steps closer
“Who are you?” asks Miss Dove
“I’m here to set things straight with the Black’s.” Monsieur Brunette says
“What have they done to you?” asks Miss Dove, lowering the Knife
“Clearly not as much as they put you through.” Monsieur Brunette slides the Knife out of her grip, “Let’s go inside the Boat House and talk. I’m sure you could use a good shoulder to cry on.”
END OF FLASHBACK
“Miss Dove,” Mrs. White edges around the pool table, putting as much distance between herself and Miss Dove, “I think you need to have Nurse Silver at least check on you.”
“Where is Hugh?” asks Miss Dove with eerie calmness.
“Last I saw he was in the Study.” Mrs. White says nervously as she watches Miss Dove quickly exit the Billiard Room with the Shotgun.
Mrs. White fumbles over to the bar and picks up the black telephone from behind the counter. She dials out with trembling fingers.
“Stuart?” Mrs. White clears her throat, “It’s your Auntie Blanche. I was wondering if you could come to the Grange tonight and make sure everything is okay.” There is a pause, “Please, just hurry. I’m feeling a bit anxious.”
Mrs. White puts down the phone as the sound of a gunshot blasts from within the house. Mrs. White jumps and rushes out into the Hall, she bumps into Mr. Green who is toting his Revolver openly.
“Jesus!” Mrs. White gasps, “You should really put that thing away.”
“We are having a huge problem.” Mr. Green says, “Brunette is here.”
“We have a bigger problem.” Mrs. White says grasping his arm, “Miss Dove is alive and carrying a loaded Shotgun.”
“She isn’t in danger,” Mr. Green says, “She is the danger.”
The stained glass light fixtures in the Hall flicker and cause Mrs. White to cling tighter to Mr. Green. The Library door opens causing Mr. Green and Mrs. White to jump. Nurse Silver, Rusty Naylor, and Fivel Dove all stand staring at Mr. Green’s Revolver.
“I heard gunshots.” Nurse Silver says
“So did we.” Mrs. White says motioning to herself and Mr. Green
“Didn’t it come from your gun?” asks Rusty
“No.” Mr. Green says
“Then where did it come from?” asks Fivel, nervously
Mrs. White bites her lip, “Nurse Silver, take the boy up to his room and stay there until Mr. Ash or myself come to get you.”
“Mrs. White,” Nurse Silver becomes frustrated, “What is going on?”
“Do what she says,” Mr. Green says pulling Rusty aside and telling him what Mrs. White just told him.
“Gracious!” Rusty exclaims, “We have to tell the others.”
“What is going on?” Mrs. Peacock asks as she and Miss Scarlet exit the Lounge.
“Did you hear the gunshot?” asks Rusty
“I thought it was thunder.” Miss Scarlet says
“Is anyone in the basement?” Mrs. White asks, motioning to the open door under the staircase.
“Maybe Mr. Ash went to check the fuse box when the power went out.” Nurse Silver suggests
“Oh my goodness!” Mrs. White covers her mouth as she looks down the cellar stairs, “Someone fell!”
Nurse Silver and Rusty quickly rush to Mrs. White’s side and make their way down the staircase.
“It’s Dr. Black!” Nurse Silver says
“Hugh!” Mrs. White gasps, “Can you hear us? It’s going to be okay, we will get you up.”
“Has Hugh had falls before?” asks Mrs. Peacock, standing next to Mrs. White.
“What’s wrong?” Fivel asks
“It’s nothing darling,” Miss Scarlet leads the boy back to the front of the Hall, “Someone just had a little accident.”
At the bottom of the Cellar stairs Rusty and Nurse Silver reach Hugh, who is laying on his stomach motionless. Rusty pats his hand on his shoulder and quickly recoils his hand.
“What’s the matter?” Nurse Silver becomes alarmed at Rusty’s reaction
“No, no, he can’t be dead.” Rusty becomes shaken and overcome with grief
“What?” Nurse Silver reaches for his pulse.
“His body is cold.” Rusty says
“What?” Mrs. White grabs onto the top of the stair rail to maintain her balance.
“Hugh’s dead.” Nurse Silver weaps at the bottom of the stairs.
Mrs. White tumbles to the floor as her knees buckle. Mrs. Peacock turns to Mr. Green and falls into his arms, breaking out into tears. Miss Scarlet and Fivel turn to the display in front of them.
“Oh no,” Miss Scarlet swallows hard
Nurse Silver and Rusty come from the top of the stairs, there is blood on Nurse Silver’s apron and Rusty’s shoes.
“Oh God.” Mrs. White holds her head as Rusty helps her to her feet.
“We have to call an ambulance.” Mr. Green says, seating Mrs. Peacock on the Hall bench.
“Police.” Mrs. Peacock says, “We need to know who is doing this.”
“My nephew is on his way.” Mrs. White says
“Who is your nephew?” Miss Scarlet asks
“Sergeant Gray,” Professor Plum says coming down the staircase, “Her nephew is one of this town’s fine constables. Now tell me, what in blazes is going on down here.”
“You might want to sit down for this.” Mr. Green says
“You can tell me all the same while I’m standing up,” Professor Plum declines
“Your brother had an accident and fell down the cellar stairs.” Mr. Green says
“Is he okay?” asks Professor Plum, sweat forming at his brow.
“He’s dead.” Mrs. White cries coming up to the Professor.
“No!” Professor Plum pushes past Mrs. White and Mr. Green, making his way to the top of the Cellar stairs, “Hugh!”
Miss Peach, Madame Rose, and Colonel Mustard come from the Conservatory.
“What is going on?” Colonel Mustard asks
The somber look on everyone’s faces is a look that will haunt the residents of Blackwell Grange for years to come.
To Be Continued…
“Where the hell have you been?” Mrs. Peacock anxiously grabs Miss Scarlet by the shoulder.
“I just came from my room.” Miss Scarlet points to the door as the two women head down the hallway towards the top of the staircase.
“We were looking everywhere for you!” Mrs. Peacock says
“No one thought to check my room?” asks Miss Scarlet
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Something is very wrong here.”
“Clearly?” Miss Scarlet says, “Miss Dove runs off for some alone time and everyone assumes the worst.”
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “We aren’t concerned about her hurting herself anymore; we are concerned she is hurting others.”
A cold chill rushes down Miss Scarlet spine, “What are you talking about?”
“Mr. Clay had a little run in.” Mrs. Peacock says, “He was knocked unconscious and found by Dr. Black, Madame Rose and the gardener.”
“Is he okay?” asks Miss Scarlet, rushing towards the top of the staircase and begins descending.
“Wait!” Mrs. Peacock stops her, “You can’t go down there.”
“Why is it so dark in here?” asks Miss Scarlet, noticing the only lights are from doorways with lit fireplaces or candles.
“Vivienne there is a man!” Mrs. Peacock grabs her step-daughter and ducks her into the dark entrance of the Lounge.
“What man?” Miss Scarlet asks
Mrs. Peacock shushes her, “A man that was following Miss Peach from Paris. He is very dangerous and Mr. Boddy seems to have had a run in with him.”
“Oh my God!” Miss Scarlet closes the two of them inside the dark, empty Lounge. The light pink wallpaper looks nearly black in the shadows. Miss Scarlet reaches the fireplace and wraps her fingers firmly around the handle of the wrought iron Fireplace Poker.
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, checking the secret passageway, “There is something else we found out today, a secret Hugh and the household staff have been keeping for years.”
In the Study, the room is lit by and oil lamp on the desk, and a Candlestick in Professor Plum’s hand.
“How could you lie to me about my father being dead?” Professor Plum grinds his teeth menacingly
“It wasn’t to stump you out of your inheritance if that is what you are so worked up over.” Dr. Black says pouring himself a brandy at the dark bar.
“To hell with the damn inheritance, my father… our father is still alive!” Professor Plum says, “People mourned for him. People prayed for the family. You have had him alive in a spare room in the attic this whole time. My own father, always under the same roof as me, but I never knew.”
“Quit being so theatrical,” Dr. Black quickly gulps down the brandy he has poured.
“I grieved for his death!” Professor Plum slams the Candlestick on the desk, spilling wax from the candle.
“And you have been paid justly and will now bond with our shared father and keep the damn secret.” Dr. Black says touching his forehead, “It’s already going to cost a bit to pay off the people here that found out when Mr. Green had his little outburst.”
“Is this all you care about?” Professor Plum asks, “The damn money?”
“Professor,” Dr. Black says, taking the Candlestick from his shaking grasp, “Do something useful for once and think of other people. This is a deal far bigger than you can begin to try comprehending.”
In the dark Conservatory, Miss Peach walks back and forth, curling her hair around her finger as lightning flashes occasionally in the distance.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” asks Nurse Silver as she sits down at the table where Madame Rose silently meditates.
“If anyone knows where we can find Miss Dove, it’s my mother.” Miss Peach says coming over to the table and sitting down.
“Just get on with it.” Colonel Mustard says skeptically as Madame Rose begins to shuffle her Tarot Cards.
The four sit in silence as the thunder rolls loudly in the distance.
“The harbinger of death is here.” Madame Rose says, “We are prisoners in our own homes.”
“Brunette?” asks Miss Peach
“He has stepped foot on Blackwell Grange.” Madame Rose says
“John was right.” Nurse Silver says, “He did see a stranger in the Stables.”
“Has this Brunette chap hurt Miss Amelia?” asks Colonel Mustard
“No…” Madame Rose says, “It is Miss Amelia who has hurt herself.”
Nurse Silver whimpers in fright, “Is she…”
“Dead?” asks Madame Rose, “Her spirit has been shatter, the parts of her we know are dead.”
“She’s alive somewhere?” asks Colonel Mustard, “We have to go look for her, she doesn’t realize the danger she is in.”
“Brunette preys on young, beautiful women.” Miss Peach says, “He finds them weak, vulnerable, and then kills them.”
“How did you get away?” asks Colonel Mustard
“He treated me differently.” Miss Peach says, “He saw my artsy, creative side. He wanted me to be just like him. He showed me his studio.”
“Blood,” Madame Rose stares intently at the cards
“Blood, mangled women,” Miss Peach covers her mouth as tears stream down, “He told me bored, rich bastards pay an arm and a leg to witness such horror and gore displayed as art.”
Colonel Mustard and Madame Rose shift in their seats as Nurse Silver stands up.
“Where are you going?” asks Colonel Mustard
“To make certain Yvette is fine with Fivel.” Nurse Silver exits the Conservatory
In the Ballroom, Mr. Green stands impatiently near the back of the room, where he has opened the French windows, allowing the storm’s wind to blow the long white curtains in a ghostly fashion.
“When is it going to end?” a voice says, hidden within the curtains.
“Where are you?” Mr. Green pulls out his Revolver and points to all the blowing curtains.
“It looks like I brought a knife to a gun fight.” The voice says with a hint of malice, “No worries, we both know I would still win.”
From out of nowhere, the Knife comes spinning and pierces an apple on the oil painting behind Mr. Green.
“I was aiming for the peach.” Monsieur Alphonse Brunette steps out of the curtains and lights a cigarette, “But you get the dramatic idea I was going for. And the use of the word ‘Peach’. Monsieur Green, there are so many clever ways to look at the world when you open up to your carnal, intuitive side and let artistic creatively flow out.”
“You are still as much of a psychopath as you always have been.” Mr. Green comments on the man’s demeanor.
“Quite the contrary.” Monsieur Brunette says, “I’m a lot smarter than you think.”
Monsieur Brunette coyly snakes through the Ballroom, getting to know the room in the darkness.
“You know damn well you are not after Miss Peach.” Mr. Green points out
“No?” asks Monsieur Brunette, “Then how did I get here?”
“To kill Benedict Black.” Mr. Green says
“Monsieur Green,” Brunette chuckles, “Sir Benedict is dead, God rest his soul.”
“I thought so too.” Mr. Green says, “Which led to an interesting question I had.”
“Do tell,” Monsieur Brunette picks up a piece of Lead Pipe that has somehow made its way onto the ottoman in front of the fireplace.
“After Benedict died, Hugh paid me to have you killed.” Mr. Green says, “After playing cat and mouse with you for a while you managed to get away.”
“So you must be wondering under what circumstances Sir Benedict and I were acquainted?” Monsieur Brunette takes a seat on the ottoman.
“The thought did cross my mind.” Mr. Green says walking over to where Monsieur Brunette is sitting.
“He loved to come see my art shows.” Monsieur Brunette says, “And I am talking about the art shows I did before I was a wanted criminal.”
Mr. Green grips the Revolver tightly
“You see,” Monsieur Brunette says, “Sir Benedict became my soul sponsor for my dream. He said he saw something in me. He paid for my housing, he paid for my paints and art supplies, and only the finest paints too! He moved me into his Villa in Monte Carlo and turned his old dusty Den into a Studio just for me. White canvases hand made from India were brought in all sizes.”
“He gave you your dream.” Mr. Green says
“But one day he had an incident.” Monsieur Brunette says, “And a young woman was hurt. He offered me a great sum of money if I took the blame and let him return home.”
“That’s how you became who you are.” Mr. Green says
“I thought it would be artistic, plus I met a lot of sadist rich men at Sir Benedict’s Art Showings that he would do right out of the Villa.” Monsieur Brunette says, “Soon I became man of that house. People came to see my art. People came to be in my art.” A wicked smile stretches over his face.
In the Attic, Sir Benedict Black IV sits up and glances out the wet window panes. Yvette sits on the edge of his bed.
“I hope that Mr. Green’s outburst wasn’t too much excitement for you.” Yvette says apologetically touching his hand
“Trust me, Yvette.” Sir Benedict smiles, “You’ve been the only excitement I have noticed.”
Yvette’s hand pulls up to her hair, grazing her ample bosom on the way up to her hair. Sir Benedict’s sighs deeply and lays down.
“You look upset.” Yvette says
“It hurts to be the invisible man.” Sir Benedict says
“What you did was very dangerous. Dr. Black did what he did to protect you and keep you safe.” Yvette says
“Sadly,” Sir Benedict says, “I wish that were the case.”
“Isn’t it?” asks Yvette
“As the story goes,” Sir Benedict takes a breath, “I became involved with a murderous, psychotic artist do to the reckless and audacious way I live my life.”
Yvette is silent.
“Do I seem like a reckless and audacious man to you?” Sir Benedict takes Yvette by the wrist, “My son and I look quite similar after middle age has kicked in.”
“Are you saying Hugh became involved with that artist?” asks Yvette
Sir Benedict nods, “The thing we do for our kids.”
In the Lounge, Miss Scarlet and Mrs. Peacock sit in the dark room with frustration. Miss Scarlet twists the Fireplace Poker in her hands.
“Will you please say something?” Mrs. Peacock asks after listening to the sound of the clock ticking for a good five minutes.
“Hugh’s father is still alive and they have been keeping it a secret due to some deep, dark skeleton in their closet.” Miss Scarlet closes her eyes and leans the Fireplace Poker against the arm of the couch.
“You are taking this a lot easier than I expected.” Mrs. Peacock says
“We all have dark, sorted pasts.” Miss Scarlet says, “Their secret was unearthed. Let’s just be glad ours hasn’t been.”
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Someone attached Chandler.”
“Mr. Clay is a strong, independent man.” Miss Scarlet says
“Yes,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Even still, someone attacked him with a garage tool! That could have ended his life.”
“Where is he?” asks Miss Scarlet
“Laying down in his room.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Nurse Silver thought it would be best if he got plenty of bedrest.”
“Of course she did.” Miss Scarlet stands up, tongue in cheek.
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, stopping her from exiting the Lounge, “If you cling him too tightly he’ll turn to dust.”
“And what do you know about love advice?” Miss Scarlet turns back into the Lounge to face her mother. She crosses her arms, “Tell me.”
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock stands up and leads Miss Scarlet over to the window seat. Miss Scarlet stares out of the window into the darkness that encloses Blackwell Grange.
“You married so quickly after my dad died.” Miss Scarlet says, “You married a sick, perverted man who used me when he was too drunk to go and find you.”
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “That’s not fair.”
“Not fair?” asks Miss Scarlet, “I was still mourning my father when Earnest destroyed what was left of my innocence.”
“And you never stopped letting me hear it.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Anytime you wanted something as a child you would guilt me with that. You have hung what Earnest did to you over my head since you were a child.”
“Regardless,” Miss Scarlet wipes away a tear, “You know nothing about love.”
“I know if I would have clung to Hugh as tightly as you are clinging to Chandler, Hugh would not have invited us to this party or any previous party.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Maybe that would have been a good thing.” Miss Scarlet motions around at the distressing scenario they are facing, “You are still in love with a man that will never give you the light of day.”
“Hugh and I have a complicated outlook on things.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Does he?” asks Miss Scarlet, “Or have you just made up a comforting scenario in your head to relieve the pain that you are too afraid of to face?”
“Hugh and I are meant to be.” Mrs. Peacock says defensively
“Did you do something to Miss Dove?” asks Miss Scarlet, “Did you hurt her to get closer to Hugh?”
“No!” Mrs. Peacock says, “Is that what you think of me?”
“I know three husbands died mysteriously,” Miss Scarlet says, “And I can only account for one of their deaths.”
“I love Hugh!” Mrs. Peacock says
“He may have loved you at one time.” Miss Scarlet says, “But that time has passed and he isn’t going back.”
“Love is stress,” Mrs. Peacock stands up, “But once that stress is relieved, it is the best feeling you could ever imagine!”
In the Billiard Room, Mrs. White jumps a little as the lights flicker back on. Mrs. White scans the room and puts her hand to her chest as her eyes fall upon Miss Dove, sitting on the leather couch sipping a cocktail.
“Amelia, where the hell have you been?” asks Mrs. White, “No one has seen you all day.”
Miss Dove glances at Mrs. White, and stands up, her black party dress swaying and glittering in the light of billiard table lamps.
“We have been worried sick,” Mrs. White says, “Fivel is with Rusty in the Nursery with Rusty.”
“Where is Hugh?” Miss Dove asks lifting up the Shotgun that was mounted and rigged in the Study earlier.
“Miss Amelia,” Mrs. White places her hand over her heart, “Put the Shotgun down.”
“I need to speak with Hugh.” Miss Dove says
“You must have hurt yourself while you were missing.” Mrs. White says, “Come to the Kitchen, we’ll get you looked at by Nurse Silver.”
“Mrs. White,” Miss Dove says, “If you help me with this, I will leave you out of the police report once I expose this house for what it is worth.”
“What have you done?” asks Mrs. White
FLASHBACK – THE NIGHT BEFORE
Miss Dove rushes outside to the Boat House in her long evening dress, tears are streaming down her face as she pushes open the door. The rust-coated hinges let out a loud, high pitched screech. She makes her way through the damp coils of Rope, chains, hooks, and oars and out the back door onto the boat dock. She walks to the end of the long dock and looks down into the deep, black water. She looks up at the storm sky. The rain has stopped.
“Why?” Miss Dove cries to herself as she steps to the edge of the dock, looking at her own glassy reflection. She withdraws the Knife from the where she concealed it at her waist and prepares to plunge the silvery blade into her stomach.
“Ending your life won’t make them suffer.” Monsieur Brunette steps out of the shadows of the Boat House.
Miss Dove spins around anxiously, pointing the Knife at the stranger.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.” Monsieur Brunette says
“What do you want?” asks Miss Dove
“I’m just curious why you were so dramatically willing to end your life and be cast into the dark waters, but now you are valuing your life with me at Knife-point.” Monsieur Brunette steps closer
“Who are you?” asks Miss Dove
“I’m here to set things straight with the Black’s.” Monsieur Brunette says
“What have they done to you?” asks Miss Dove, lowering the Knife
“Clearly not as much as they put you through.” Monsieur Brunette slides the Knife out of her grip, “Let’s go inside the Boat House and talk. I’m sure you could use a good shoulder to cry on.”
END OF FLASHBACK
“Miss Dove,” Mrs. White edges around the pool table, putting as much distance between herself and Miss Dove, “I think you need to have Nurse Silver at least check on you.”
“Where is Hugh?” asks Miss Dove with eerie calmness.
“Last I saw he was in the Study.” Mrs. White says nervously as she watches Miss Dove quickly exit the Billiard Room with the Shotgun.
Mrs. White fumbles over to the bar and picks up the black telephone from behind the counter. She dials out with trembling fingers.
“Stuart?” Mrs. White clears her throat, “It’s your Auntie Blanche. I was wondering if you could come to the Grange tonight and make sure everything is okay.” There is a pause, “Please, just hurry. I’m feeling a bit anxious.”
Mrs. White puts down the phone as the sound of a gunshot blasts from within the house. Mrs. White jumps and rushes out into the Hall, she bumps into Mr. Green who is toting his Revolver openly.
“Jesus!” Mrs. White gasps, “You should really put that thing away.”
“We are having a huge problem.” Mr. Green says, “Brunette is here.”
“We have a bigger problem.” Mrs. White says grasping his arm, “Miss Dove is alive and carrying a loaded Shotgun.”
“She isn’t in danger,” Mr. Green says, “She is the danger.”
The stained glass light fixtures in the Hall flicker and cause Mrs. White to cling tighter to Mr. Green. The Library door opens causing Mr. Green and Mrs. White to jump. Nurse Silver, Rusty Naylor, and Fivel Dove all stand staring at Mr. Green’s Revolver.
“I heard gunshots.” Nurse Silver says
“So did we.” Mrs. White says motioning to herself and Mr. Green
“Didn’t it come from your gun?” asks Rusty
“No.” Mr. Green says
“Then where did it come from?” asks Fivel, nervously
Mrs. White bites her lip, “Nurse Silver, take the boy up to his room and stay there until Mr. Ash or myself come to get you.”
“Mrs. White,” Nurse Silver becomes frustrated, “What is going on?”
“Do what she says,” Mr. Green says pulling Rusty aside and telling him what Mrs. White just told him.
“Gracious!” Rusty exclaims, “We have to tell the others.”
“What is going on?” Mrs. Peacock asks as she and Miss Scarlet exit the Lounge.
“Did you hear the gunshot?” asks Rusty
“I thought it was thunder.” Miss Scarlet says
“Is anyone in the basement?” Mrs. White asks, motioning to the open door under the staircase.
“Maybe Mr. Ash went to check the fuse box when the power went out.” Nurse Silver suggests
“Oh my goodness!” Mrs. White covers her mouth as she looks down the cellar stairs, “Someone fell!”
Nurse Silver and Rusty quickly rush to Mrs. White’s side and make their way down the staircase.
“It’s Dr. Black!” Nurse Silver says
“Hugh!” Mrs. White gasps, “Can you hear us? It’s going to be okay, we will get you up.”
“Has Hugh had falls before?” asks Mrs. Peacock, standing next to Mrs. White.
“What’s wrong?” Fivel asks
“It’s nothing darling,” Miss Scarlet leads the boy back to the front of the Hall, “Someone just had a little accident.”
At the bottom of the Cellar stairs Rusty and Nurse Silver reach Hugh, who is laying on his stomach motionless. Rusty pats his hand on his shoulder and quickly recoils his hand.
“What’s the matter?” Nurse Silver becomes alarmed at Rusty’s reaction
“No, no, he can’t be dead.” Rusty becomes shaken and overcome with grief
“What?” Nurse Silver reaches for his pulse.
“His body is cold.” Rusty says
“What?” Mrs. White grabs onto the top of the stair rail to maintain her balance.
“Hugh’s dead.” Nurse Silver weaps at the bottom of the stairs.
Mrs. White tumbles to the floor as her knees buckle. Mrs. Peacock turns to Mr. Green and falls into his arms, breaking out into tears. Miss Scarlet and Fivel turn to the display in front of them.
“Oh no,” Miss Scarlet swallows hard
Nurse Silver and Rusty come from the top of the stairs, there is blood on Nurse Silver’s apron and Rusty’s shoes.
“Oh God.” Mrs. White holds her head as Rusty helps her to her feet.
“We have to call an ambulance.” Mr. Green says, seating Mrs. Peacock on the Hall bench.
“Police.” Mrs. Peacock says, “We need to know who is doing this.”
“My nephew is on his way.” Mrs. White says
“Who is your nephew?” Miss Scarlet asks
“Sergeant Gray,” Professor Plum says coming down the staircase, “Her nephew is one of this town’s fine constables. Now tell me, what in blazes is going on down here.”
“You might want to sit down for this.” Mr. Green says
“You can tell me all the same while I’m standing up,” Professor Plum declines
“Your brother had an accident and fell down the cellar stairs.” Mr. Green says
“Is he okay?” asks Professor Plum, sweat forming at his brow.
“He’s dead.” Mrs. White cries coming up to the Professor.
“No!” Professor Plum pushes past Mrs. White and Mr. Green, making his way to the top of the Cellar stairs, “Hugh!”
Miss Peach, Madame Rose, and Colonel Mustard come from the Conservatory.
“What is going on?” Colonel Mustard asks
The somber look on everyone’s faces is a look that will haunt the residents of Blackwell Grange for years to come.
To Be Continued…