Episode 1.13 “The Séance”
Dark clouds fill the dusk sky. The sunlight is nearly faded completely and the wind begins to pick up.
In the Study, insidious photographs are scattered across the desk. Wind blows in through the shattered window, through the drawn curtains and scatters the pictures slightly. One lands on the carpeted floor and lands in a moist red wine spot.
Next to the red wine spot is a glass, next to the glass is the limp hand of Nurse Silver. Nurse Silver is nonresponsive and the Study is dark and silent.
A bookshelf slides over revealing a secret passageway. Monsieur Alphonse Brunette steps out and observes Nurse Silver’s prone body with fire in his eyes.
“Not another step.” Yvette says from the door to the Hall. She is pointing Mr. Green’s revolver at Monsieur Brunette’s face.
“You aren’t going to shoot me, little girl.” Monsieur Brunette says
“Why not?” Yvette asks clutching the gun tighter
“Because you are not a killer.” Monsieur Brunette says
Nurse Silver begins to stir on the floor.
“Only a drug.” Monsieur Brunette says, “No doubt Miss Dove succumbed as she drank too.”
“Nurse Silver, you are going to be okay.” Yvette says inching closer to Monsieur Brunette and Nurse Silver
“You are just like your mother,” Monsieur Brunette says with an evil smirk, “You are such a goddamn fighter.”
“What happened?” Nurse Silver sits up and sees Monsieur Brunette. She becomes horrified.
“Nurse Silver,” Yvette draws her attention to the Revolver, “I have it under control.”
“But, Yvette,” Nurse Silver scrambles to her feet.
“Go.” Yvette says, “Get Inspector Brown. Get Sergeant Gray. Go now.”
Nurse Silver races out of the Study and bangs on the Library door.
“Sergeant Gray, Inspector Brown, please help!” Nurse Silver shouts
Miss Scarlet comes from the Dining Room with Fivel and Mr. Clay.
“What is going on?” asks Miss Scarlet
Inspector Brown opens the Library door.
“Good heavens, what is the matter?” Inspector Brown gasps
“Brunette is in the Study.” Nurse Silver screams
“Jesus!” Mr. Clay grabs a bronze figurine from the hall table as a defensive weapon and rushes into the Study with Inspector Brown and Sergeant Gray. Nurse Silver stays behind with Fivel and Miss Scarlet.
“Where is he?” Inspector Brown asks entering the Study to see Yvette frozen stiff, clutching the Revolver.
“You let him get away?” Sergeant Gray shouts angrily
“He can’t have gotten far.” Mr. Clay hops through the broken window and onto into the flower bed beneath the window,
“Where are you, you bastard!” he shouts into the darkness.
“Chandler, please.” Inspector Brown takes the Revolver from Yvette and comes to the window where Mr. Clay has exited the mansion.
“Please don’t be foolish, he could be armed.” Inspector Brown offers a hand to pull Mr. Clay back into the Study.
“He attacked me once, he’ll surely do it again.” Mr. Clays says
“But I did not attack you.” Monsieur Brunette’s voice calls from the darkness
“I’ll kill you, I promise you!” Mr. Clay holds the figurine high
“Arrogant fool,” Monsieur Brunette mocks, “You think you can best me.”
“I have a gun.” Inspector Brown says trying to make out shapes in the blackness of night.
“I didn’t kill Dr. Black,” Monsieur Brunette says, “I didn’t attack Mr. Clay.”
“I want to talk with you.” Inspector Brown says
“Talk with Yvette,” Monsieur Brunette says, his voice becoming more distant, “She has a lot to say.”
“Come back here.” Mr. Clay stomps furiously, charging several feet forward into the darkness. There is a scream from deep within Blackwell Grange.
“Chandler, please come back here.” Inspector Brown begs
Mr. Clay complies and reenters the Study. He pulls the curtains closed.
“I heard screaming.” Sergeant Gray says
Inspector Brown and Sergeant Gray lead Yvette and Mr. Clay back into the Hall.
“It came from the Lounge.” Miss Scarlet and Nurse Silver hold Fivel close
Inspector Brown throws open the door to see Mrs. White sobbing, bent over Miss Dove, who lies on the Lounge floor, motionless.
“She’s dead.” Mrs. White says
“Mother!” Fivel screams racing into the Lounge in horror.
“It’s a mild drug.” Nurse Silver says pulling the small boy away, “I was poisoned too. She just drank a little more than I did. She’ll be awake in no time.”
“Is she breathing?” Sergeant Gray checks her vitals.
“Let’s move her to the sofa.” Mrs. White says, wiping her tears.
“There’s a massive poisoner around.” Mr. Clay says uneasily
“Mrs. White, what about dinner?” asks Miss Scarlet
“I’m sure the dinner we ate was fine.” Mrs. White says, “We surely would have felt something from it by now.”
“I don’t like it here!” Fivel protests, tugging on Nurse Silver’s skirt
“I need to sit down.” Nurse Silver puts her hand on her head
In the Kitchen, Mr. Ash tidies up the room as Rusty enters through the back door.
“They took my Wrench.” Rusty shakes his head, “And the Pipe I was meaning to replace.”
“I’m sure they will return them to us as soon as the murder weapon is determined.” Mr. Ash says wiping the wooden table in the center of the room.
“I need to fix that leaky Pipe in the Conservatory.” Rusty says
“I’m certain we have another Wrench floating around the house somewhere.” Mr. Ash says, “Did you check the Garage?”
“I already looked.” Rusty says, “That is the only plumbing Wrench I have ever seen.”
“I’ll run down to the hardware store tomorrow morning and fetch a new one.” Mr. Ash says
“Thank you, Reggie.” Rusty smiles, “Mr. Meadow-Brook is coming over tomorrow?”
“We are going to discuss funeral arrangements and set up a will reading.” Mr. Ash says
“Madame Rose is holding a séance tonight, I don’t know if you’ve heard.” Rusty says
“I will most likely be present.” Mr. Ash says
“Really?” Rusty asks
“I won’t be participating,” Mr. Ash says, “But I should stand nearby in case anyone needs anything.”
“Mrs. White is against it.” Rusty says, “We figured you would be too. You are normally against everything.”
“I’m rather pleasant when I choose to be.” Mr. Ash says, “Besides, being fun and friendly didn’t get me my job at the opera. I am astute and diligent in my responsibilities as a butler.”
“You are one hell of a butler,” Rusty smirks, “I’ll give you that much.”
“Do you need anything else from the hardware store while I’m there?” asks Mr. Ash
“Pick up a pound of nails.” Rusty says, “With these high winds and storms blowing in there is bound to be some damage at one point or another. Has anyone rung for a repairman to fix the Study’s window?”
“Yes,” Mr. Ash says, “The repairman should be here around when Mr. Meadow-Brook arrives. Hopefully the storm will blow through the night and tomorrow morning will be quiet and sunny.”
Rusty nods, fetching himself a glass of water, “When is this séance?”
“I assume it should be soon.” Mr. Ash says
In the Dining Room, Madame Rose has set the record player to soft harp music. She glances around the room at the dozens of candles.
“It looks magnificent.” Miss Peach smiles eagerly as she enters the Dining Room.
“Be a dear and open the windows.” Madame Rose instructs
“Isn’t it too windy?” asks Miss Peach as she opens the curtains, “Won’t the candles blow out?”
“If the spirits desire darkness, they will blow the candles out.” Madame Rose takes a seat at the head of the table. Mrs. Peacock and Professor Plum enter.
“Are we getting started?” asks Mrs. Peacock asks
“Are you sure about this?” Professor Plum fidgets nervously
“I’ve always wanted to experience a séance.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I find the paranormal and supernatural wonders so enthralling.”
Miss Peach begins to unlatch the windows as Sergeant Gray and Mr. Green enter the room.
“Some of the others will be staying in the Lounge.” Sergeant Gray explains
“Even Vivienne?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“Yes, she, Mr. Clay, and Fivel are staying with Inspector Brown, Miss Dove, Mrs. White, and Nurse Silver.” Sergeant Gray explains, “Inspector Brown has some questions to ask Yvette about Monsieur Brunette.”
Mr. Ash and Rusty come from the Kitchen.
“Are the windows okay?” Miss Peach asks, stepping away from the flowing, airy curtains.
“Have a seat.” Madame Rose nods.
The group gathers around the table. Madame Rose looks up at Mr. Ash, who stands near a china hutch.
“Have a seat, Reginald.” Madame Rose says
“I’d rather stand.” Mr. Ash insists
“All palms must be flat on the table.” Madame Rose says, “No bystanders.”
Mr. Ash shrugs, “Very well.”
He places his hands, in unison with everyone else, palms down on the table.
“Spirits of the east, voices in the night,” Madame Rose closes her eyes as the wind picks up, “Show us the way, clear our minds.”
Several candles begin flickering out. Rusty looks around hesitantly
“We are calling on our dear beloved Hugh.” Madame Rose says, “Speak to us, Hugh. Give us a sign.”
“PEACOCK!” a gravelly voice croaks as more candles as snuffed out by the wind
“Me?” Mrs. Peacock jumps at the mention of her name.
“Who are we speaking with?” Madame Rose asks with closed eyes and complete focus.
“You weren’t watching where you were going.” A small, childlike voice calls out
“Another spirit is coming through.” Madame Rose says, “I see a child, a little girl, and she is screaming for help.”
“Mama, maybe we should stop this.” Miss Peach says
“You wanted answers you’ll get answers.” Madame Rose assures, “Who are we speaking with.”
“Why did you let me die?” the first gravelly voice comes back again
“Earnest?” Mrs. Peacock stands up from the table, “I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”
Mrs. Peacock rushes out of the Dining Room, tears streaming down her face.
“Hugh,” Madame Rose calls out, “Are you there? It is your sweet sister, Rose.”
“Burn the book.” Hugh Black’s voice calls over the loudness of the wind, “Burn it tonight. Tomorrow’s too late.”
“Hugh,” Professor Plum is speechless, “This has to be some goddamn trick.”
“Silence yourself, Peter!” Madame Rose instructs, “We do not wish to upset anyone or anything. Hugh, please enlighten us on your murder.”
“This woman is batty!” Professor Plum stands up, taking his hands from the table, “Turn on the lights.”
“No!” Madame Rose says with anxiety in her voice, “Please, stay with us, Hugh.”
Professor Plum turns on the chandelier, lighting up the terrified faces, and the blowing curtains. Madame Rose stands up from the table.
“I hope you are happy,” Madame Rose walks over to Professor Plum, “We could have locked the killer behind bars.”
“You are insane if you believe her.” Professor Plum says, “All it took was some wind and darkness for all of you to believe this nonsense?”
“I heard Hugh’s voice.” Mr. Green says
“Did you learn to throw your voice while you were locked away in that asylum?” Professor Plum turns away from Madame Rose
“You only speak of what you know,” Madame Rose says, “There is a huge, giant world out there ready to be explored. You are too busy searching through the sand for any signs our predecessors may have left behind. Stop looking so close in front of you and start to see the big picture, Professor.”
“We should send you right back where you came from.” Professor Plum says
“Try,” Madame Rose says, grabbing Professor Plum by the tie, “Just try.”
Professor Plum shakes himself off of his enraged half-sister and exits the Dining Room.
“Can we continue the séance?” asks Miss Peach, hopefully
“The séance is over,” Madame Rose says, “I am sorry I wasted your time.”
“That was something.” Sergeant Gray stands up
“Did you like it?” asks Miss Peach
“I wouldn’t say I liked it,” Sergeant Gray laughs, “It was something though.”
“I’m a little spooked from it.” Miss Peach says, “Do you mind if I tag along with you, sugar?”
“Let’s check on the others in the Lounge.” Sergeant Gray says
“Alright!” Miss Peach says with as much enthusiastic, southern charm as she can muster.
In the Ballroom, Sir Benedict Black and Mr. John Boddy stroll through the dust, unlit room.
“We have a harp in the attic.” Sir Benedict says, “It needs to be cleaned and tuned.”
“We’ll put it over there.” Mr. Boddy indicates to a spot near the fireplace.
“Perhaps even reupholster the ottoman.” Sir Benedict says
“Mrs. White has always had a talent in upholstery.” Mr. Boddy says
“Upholstery and needle point.” Sir Benedict comments
“Gentlemen,” Colonel Mustard greets the two as he enters the dim Ballroom, “It has come to my attention that we are ignoring a very valuable piece of information.”
“Which is?” Sir Benedict leans on his cane.
“Patricia Peacock,” Colonel Mustard says, “Has too much baggage that she has been carrying around. The police seem blind to the crimes she was exonerated for.”
“Colonel,” Mr. Boddy rolls his eyes, “If you want to bring up baggage be prepared for the skeleton’s in your closet to be uncovered.”
“To hell with that,” Colonel Mustard says, “I have nothing to hide.”
“I’d like to hear what you have to say about Mrs. Peacock.” Sir Benedict says
“I think she cracked.” Colonel Mustard says
“How so?” asks Sir Benedict
“We all know how obsessed she was with becoming Mrs. Patricia Black.” Colonel Mustard says, “She would have done anything to be with Hugh.”
“From what I understand,” Sir Benedict sits down on the old ottoman, resting his cane on his lap, “A lot of people would have done anything to be with Hugh.”
“Regardless,” Colonel Mustard places his hand up, “I think it might be necessary to look into the deaths of Mrs. Peacock’s husbands.”
“I think we should also send a search party to Africa.” Mr. Boddy says, “But it doesn’t look like that is going to happen.”
“I have had it with your dreadful tongue!” Colonel Mustard stomps his foot, “If anyone should have been dumped at the foot of the cellar stairs, it ought to have been you!”
“Is that a threat, Colonel?” asks Sir Benedict
“I lost all respect for you the day I learned the type of father you truly are.” Colonel Mustard says
“You are still a bit upset over Aunt Rose’s treatment?” Mr. Boddy scoffs
“Be grateful you are a Boddy.” Colonel Mustard says, “The Boddy’s and Black’s go back a long time. Get your grandfather to tell you that story.”
Sir Benedict stares daggers at Colonel Mustard as he exits the Ballroom.
“What is he talking about?” asks Mr. Boddy
“Sheer, utter nonsense.” Sir Benedict replies with a shrug
“Does my father’s family have anything to do with my parent’s disappearance?” Mr. Boddy asks
“Why the sudden interest in your parent’s demise?” asks Sir Benedict
“I find it curious when a long-thought dead man suddenly emerges from the attics of Blackwell Grange.” Mr. Boddy says
“Don’t ask questions unless you are ready for the answers.” Sir Benedict says walking over to the end of the Ballroom. He looks out the windows into the darkness.
“Tell me about my father.” Mr. Boddy says
“Your father was an anthropologist.” Sir Benedict says, “You knew that.”
“How did him and mother meet?” asks Mr. Boddy
“Your father was an anthropologist.” Sir Benedict says, “He was a wealthy, eligible bachelor, and your mother fell in love with him.”
“There is something you are not telling me.” Mr. Boddy says
“Calm yourself,” Sir Benedict says, “You’ll give yourself a headache.”
“The truth will be revealed.” Mr. Boddy says, “It always gets revealed.”
“Don’t go around revealing it,” Sir Benedict says, “Or you might be sorry.”
In the Lounge, Miss Dove sits up weakly at Nurse Silver’s side.
“You cared for her well,” Mrs. White pats Nurse Silver on the shoulder
“Yes,” Miss Dove avoids making eye contact with Nurse Silver, “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.” Nurse Silver stands up and walks over to Professor Plum, who is being questioned by Inspector Brown.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” Inspector Brown says, “But I’m finding your story hard to believe.”
“You have to understand,” Professor Plum says, “I never had any reason to search the attic. I had no reason at all to go up there. I did not know of my father’s livelihood!”
“Professor,” Inspector Brown says, “You told Sergeant Gray you have had serious memory lapses within the past year.”
“Yes,” Professor Plum says, “I didn’t think it was worth mentioning in the police report. I just casually brought it up in conversation.”
“How bad are your memory lapses.” Nurse Silver steps forward
“It’s nothing to worry over.” Professor Plum motions Nurse Silver to step away
“Dr. Black treated you once.” Nurse Silver says, “I remember it. I was already here at Blackwell Grange tending to Sir Benedict.”
FLASHBACK – SEVEN MONTHS AGO –
Professor Plum sits down in the Study chair as Dr. Black feels around his head.
“It just hit you all at once?” asks Dr. Black
“I’ve been getting random migraines.” Professor Plum says
“Have you been taking the medicine I gave you?” Dr. Black asks
“Yes!” Professor Plum says
“I think it’s time to double the dosage.” Dr. Black says
Nurse Silver stands in the Hall, looking in through the open doorway.
END OF FLASHBACK
“These memory losses and migraines were an occurrence I had seen before.” Nurse Silver says, “I saw them in Sir Benedict around the time I came to care for him and keep him a secret.”
“Professor,” Inspector Brown says, “You never thought twice of Nurse Silver poking around Blackwell Grange.”
“My visits were normally kept secret, until Miss Dove and Fivel came to live here.” Nurse Silver motions to Miss Dove and Fivel, “Any time I was caught at the mansion by Professor Plum prior to their arrival I’m sure he figured I was just another woman being courted by Dr. Black.” Nurse Silver says
“What an interesting thought that would be.” Miss Dove clenches her teeth.
“You had barely known him then.” Nurse Silver says
“Of course.” Miss Dove stands up, “I wish I had never known him.”
“Mother?” Fivel stands up
Miss Dove takes her son by the wrist, “I have exposed my son to enough violence, wickeness, and adulterous behavior! We are leaving Blackwell Grange and we are never coming back.”
“Miss Dove,” Inspector Brown says, “I’m afraid I cannot let you leave. There is an investigation going on.”
“You want your killer?” Miss Dove asks, “There!” she points her finger at Professor Plum, “His memory lose is as easy of an opportunity as any. He was with Hugh in his Study last night right before Hugh was found murdered.”
“And you with a shotgun!” Mrs. White says, “Equal motive. That gunshot went off and you have yet to explain why.”
“It wasn’t the shotgun.” Mr. Green says from the Lounge doorway, “It was my Revolver that went off.”
“What?” asks Mrs. White
“Why didn’t you speak of this before?” asks Inspector Brown
“I didn’t realize the relevance.” Mr. Green says, “I thought I saw Brunette in the shadows and popped my gun in the direction of the noise.”
“Where were you at when you ‘popped your gun’.” Inspector Brown quotes Mr. Green
“The Study.” Mr. Green says
“Can you remember any other details?” asks Inspector Brown, “Anything at all?”
“Yes,” Mr. Green looks up and scans the faces of the people in the room, “I heard you.” He walks across the room and stands directly in front of Yvette.
“I was in the Library briefly.” Yvette says
“You were talking to a man.” Mr. Green says
“Was it Hugh?” asks Inspector Brown
“It was not Hugh.” Mr. Green says
“Brunette.” Yvette says, “I was terrified. I was face to face with Alphonse Brunette.”
FLASHBACK – THE NIGHT OF THE MURDER –
Yvette gasps in terror as the Library window opens. The curtains blow in the breeze and Monsieur Brunette enters the Library and stares at Yvette in the dim lighting.
“Poor girl.” Monsieur Brunette says, “You have gotten yourself into a lot of trouble.”
“I’ll kill you.” Yvette says gripping her hands firmly around the Fireplace Poker
“I can help you.” Monsieur Brunette says
“I hate you.” Yvette says, tears welling up in her eyes
“I need the help of as many servants here as I can get.” Monsieur Brunette says, “My patience is wearing thin.”
“You killed my mother.” Yvette says, her limbs trembling in fear and anxiousness
“Does it matter who killed who?” asks Monsieur Brunette, “You live amongst killers. Blackwell Grange is nothing but evil and you fit perfectly into these walls with me. I want to be freely accepted amongst these people again. I want my name to be anticipated, not feared. I want to play Billiards with Colonel Mustard, I want to have tea in the Conservatory with Mrs. Peacock. I want to play this little game we are all stuck inside of.”
“What game?” asks Yvette
“The game where we pretend to be normal people, drinking our martinis, playing croquet, yachting in the Mediterranean, playing roulette in Monte Carlo,” Monsieur Brunette takes a deep breath, “Every one of these people are as wicked as me, yet I’m the only one they fear.”
“What do you want from me?” asks Yvette, lowering the Fireplace Poker
“I want to know if we have a deal?” asks Monsieur Brunette
END OF FLASHBACK
“You turned him down of course?” asks Inspector Brown
“I will never ally with that man.” Yvette says, “And any person who does is damned.”
“Did you remain in the Library?” asks Inspector Brown
“No,” Yvette says, “I left to go to find Mrs. White. We had been talking about Brunette earlier. I figured she would know what to do.”
“You didn’t think of telling us this sooner?” asks Inspector Brown
“I thought maybe it would clear Professor Plum’s innocence.” Yvette says
“You are fond of him?” asks Inspector Brown
“We have become intimate.” Yvette wraps her arm around Professor Plum’s arm.
“Yvette,” Professor Plum says, “We agreed to keep it a secret!”
“I am tired of hiding.” Yvette says, “Hugh Black is praised for being a sex-craved monster, yet we hide in the dark shadows.”
“Speaking of Hugh Black’s…. appetite.” Inspector Brown chooses his words carefully, “We came across something that might be of value to you, Miss Scarlet.”
“Me?” Miss Scarlet stands up from where she sits with Mr. Clay
“Had Dr. Black ever offered you money in return for any favors?” Inspector Brown asks
“Oh my God.” Miss Dove says, “I don’t want to hear any more.”
“Miss Scarlet, there are some photographs that were recovered from the desk in the Study. In fact they were lying out in the open.” Inspector Brown says
“Photographs?” Miss Scarlet shouts, “This is absurd!”
“How dare you accuse Vivienne of such wicked acts?” Mr. Clay shouts
“Miss Scarlet,” Inspector Brown says, “These photographs are considered evidence. Wouldn’t you rather get this out of the way now, rather than in a courtroom?”
“I modeled for Dr. Black!” Miss Scarlet blurts out
“Vivienne!” Mr. Clay says in shock
“How disgusting!” Miss Dove clucks in disgust
“This isn’t new news.” Mrs. White says, “Vivienne is a very beautiful girl. She is the bright, vivid reminder of her step-mother, the faded rose that Dr. Black once yearned for.”
“You bitch!” Mrs. Peacock stands in the doorway of the Lounge.
“Patricia,” Miss Scarlet stands up, “I can explain.”
“How dare you take Hugh from me!” Mrs. Peacock says
“This was nearly four years ago.” Miss Scarlet says, “I don’t know why the pictures reemerged.”
“Ask Nurse Silver.” Miss Dove says, “She was snooping around the Study.”
“Not another word!” Nurse Silver stomps her foot
“Bloody hell!” Professor Plum says, “Have you all gone mad? Hugh was just a man. I don’t know how he got so many women to lust after him.”
“You don’t know much do you?” asks Miss Dove
“I beg your pardon!” Professor Plum says, “I am a man of science! Logic and reason are what guide me.”
“You fit the role of the absent-minded professor better than any fictional buffoon!” Miss Dove snaps, “Inspector, I demand you let me and my son leave this poisonous house!”
“Where can I reach you if I need to ask any additional questions?” asks Inspector Brown
“We’ll be staying at the Seafront Terrace.” Miss Dove says, “Hugh Black has a room there. I’m sure it is still being paid for.”
“Of course.” Professor Plum nods
“Come, Fivel.” Miss Dove says, “We’ll have Mr. Ash bring us our things tomorrow.”
Miss Dove exits through the Lounge door with her son directly behind her. Inspector Brown follows her into the Hall. Professor Plum and Yvette huddle in the Lounge doorway, looking out into the Hall. Sir Benedict Black comes from the Ballroom.
“Are you leaving?” asks Sir Benedict
“Miss Dove wishes to spend her time away from Blackwell Grange.” Inspector Brown explains as Miss Dove retrieves her coat and her son’s coat from the small Cloak Room next to the front door.
“Actually,” Miss Dove corrects, “We are leaving Blackwell Grange and we are never stepping foot in the cursed mansion again.”
Sir Benedict laughs, “Everyone comes back to Blackwell Grange.”
To Be Continued…
In the Study, insidious photographs are scattered across the desk. Wind blows in through the shattered window, through the drawn curtains and scatters the pictures slightly. One lands on the carpeted floor and lands in a moist red wine spot.
Next to the red wine spot is a glass, next to the glass is the limp hand of Nurse Silver. Nurse Silver is nonresponsive and the Study is dark and silent.
A bookshelf slides over revealing a secret passageway. Monsieur Alphonse Brunette steps out and observes Nurse Silver’s prone body with fire in his eyes.
“Not another step.” Yvette says from the door to the Hall. She is pointing Mr. Green’s revolver at Monsieur Brunette’s face.
“You aren’t going to shoot me, little girl.” Monsieur Brunette says
“Why not?” Yvette asks clutching the gun tighter
“Because you are not a killer.” Monsieur Brunette says
Nurse Silver begins to stir on the floor.
“Only a drug.” Monsieur Brunette says, “No doubt Miss Dove succumbed as she drank too.”
“Nurse Silver, you are going to be okay.” Yvette says inching closer to Monsieur Brunette and Nurse Silver
“You are just like your mother,” Monsieur Brunette says with an evil smirk, “You are such a goddamn fighter.”
“What happened?” Nurse Silver sits up and sees Monsieur Brunette. She becomes horrified.
“Nurse Silver,” Yvette draws her attention to the Revolver, “I have it under control.”
“But, Yvette,” Nurse Silver scrambles to her feet.
“Go.” Yvette says, “Get Inspector Brown. Get Sergeant Gray. Go now.”
Nurse Silver races out of the Study and bangs on the Library door.
“Sergeant Gray, Inspector Brown, please help!” Nurse Silver shouts
Miss Scarlet comes from the Dining Room with Fivel and Mr. Clay.
“What is going on?” asks Miss Scarlet
Inspector Brown opens the Library door.
“Good heavens, what is the matter?” Inspector Brown gasps
“Brunette is in the Study.” Nurse Silver screams
“Jesus!” Mr. Clay grabs a bronze figurine from the hall table as a defensive weapon and rushes into the Study with Inspector Brown and Sergeant Gray. Nurse Silver stays behind with Fivel and Miss Scarlet.
“Where is he?” Inspector Brown asks entering the Study to see Yvette frozen stiff, clutching the Revolver.
“You let him get away?” Sergeant Gray shouts angrily
“He can’t have gotten far.” Mr. Clay hops through the broken window and onto into the flower bed beneath the window,
“Where are you, you bastard!” he shouts into the darkness.
“Chandler, please.” Inspector Brown takes the Revolver from Yvette and comes to the window where Mr. Clay has exited the mansion.
“Please don’t be foolish, he could be armed.” Inspector Brown offers a hand to pull Mr. Clay back into the Study.
“He attacked me once, he’ll surely do it again.” Mr. Clays says
“But I did not attack you.” Monsieur Brunette’s voice calls from the darkness
“I’ll kill you, I promise you!” Mr. Clay holds the figurine high
“Arrogant fool,” Monsieur Brunette mocks, “You think you can best me.”
“I have a gun.” Inspector Brown says trying to make out shapes in the blackness of night.
“I didn’t kill Dr. Black,” Monsieur Brunette says, “I didn’t attack Mr. Clay.”
“I want to talk with you.” Inspector Brown says
“Talk with Yvette,” Monsieur Brunette says, his voice becoming more distant, “She has a lot to say.”
“Come back here.” Mr. Clay stomps furiously, charging several feet forward into the darkness. There is a scream from deep within Blackwell Grange.
“Chandler, please come back here.” Inspector Brown begs
Mr. Clay complies and reenters the Study. He pulls the curtains closed.
“I heard screaming.” Sergeant Gray says
Inspector Brown and Sergeant Gray lead Yvette and Mr. Clay back into the Hall.
“It came from the Lounge.” Miss Scarlet and Nurse Silver hold Fivel close
Inspector Brown throws open the door to see Mrs. White sobbing, bent over Miss Dove, who lies on the Lounge floor, motionless.
“She’s dead.” Mrs. White says
“Mother!” Fivel screams racing into the Lounge in horror.
“It’s a mild drug.” Nurse Silver says pulling the small boy away, “I was poisoned too. She just drank a little more than I did. She’ll be awake in no time.”
“Is she breathing?” Sergeant Gray checks her vitals.
“Let’s move her to the sofa.” Mrs. White says, wiping her tears.
“There’s a massive poisoner around.” Mr. Clay says uneasily
“Mrs. White, what about dinner?” asks Miss Scarlet
“I’m sure the dinner we ate was fine.” Mrs. White says, “We surely would have felt something from it by now.”
“I don’t like it here!” Fivel protests, tugging on Nurse Silver’s skirt
“I need to sit down.” Nurse Silver puts her hand on her head
In the Kitchen, Mr. Ash tidies up the room as Rusty enters through the back door.
“They took my Wrench.” Rusty shakes his head, “And the Pipe I was meaning to replace.”
“I’m sure they will return them to us as soon as the murder weapon is determined.” Mr. Ash says wiping the wooden table in the center of the room.
“I need to fix that leaky Pipe in the Conservatory.” Rusty says
“I’m certain we have another Wrench floating around the house somewhere.” Mr. Ash says, “Did you check the Garage?”
“I already looked.” Rusty says, “That is the only plumbing Wrench I have ever seen.”
“I’ll run down to the hardware store tomorrow morning and fetch a new one.” Mr. Ash says
“Thank you, Reggie.” Rusty smiles, “Mr. Meadow-Brook is coming over tomorrow?”
“We are going to discuss funeral arrangements and set up a will reading.” Mr. Ash says
“Madame Rose is holding a séance tonight, I don’t know if you’ve heard.” Rusty says
“I will most likely be present.” Mr. Ash says
“Really?” Rusty asks
“I won’t be participating,” Mr. Ash says, “But I should stand nearby in case anyone needs anything.”
“Mrs. White is against it.” Rusty says, “We figured you would be too. You are normally against everything.”
“I’m rather pleasant when I choose to be.” Mr. Ash says, “Besides, being fun and friendly didn’t get me my job at the opera. I am astute and diligent in my responsibilities as a butler.”
“You are one hell of a butler,” Rusty smirks, “I’ll give you that much.”
“Do you need anything else from the hardware store while I’m there?” asks Mr. Ash
“Pick up a pound of nails.” Rusty says, “With these high winds and storms blowing in there is bound to be some damage at one point or another. Has anyone rung for a repairman to fix the Study’s window?”
“Yes,” Mr. Ash says, “The repairman should be here around when Mr. Meadow-Brook arrives. Hopefully the storm will blow through the night and tomorrow morning will be quiet and sunny.”
Rusty nods, fetching himself a glass of water, “When is this séance?”
“I assume it should be soon.” Mr. Ash says
In the Dining Room, Madame Rose has set the record player to soft harp music. She glances around the room at the dozens of candles.
“It looks magnificent.” Miss Peach smiles eagerly as she enters the Dining Room.
“Be a dear and open the windows.” Madame Rose instructs
“Isn’t it too windy?” asks Miss Peach as she opens the curtains, “Won’t the candles blow out?”
“If the spirits desire darkness, they will blow the candles out.” Madame Rose takes a seat at the head of the table. Mrs. Peacock and Professor Plum enter.
“Are we getting started?” asks Mrs. Peacock asks
“Are you sure about this?” Professor Plum fidgets nervously
“I’ve always wanted to experience a séance.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I find the paranormal and supernatural wonders so enthralling.”
Miss Peach begins to unlatch the windows as Sergeant Gray and Mr. Green enter the room.
“Some of the others will be staying in the Lounge.” Sergeant Gray explains
“Even Vivienne?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“Yes, she, Mr. Clay, and Fivel are staying with Inspector Brown, Miss Dove, Mrs. White, and Nurse Silver.” Sergeant Gray explains, “Inspector Brown has some questions to ask Yvette about Monsieur Brunette.”
Mr. Ash and Rusty come from the Kitchen.
“Are the windows okay?” Miss Peach asks, stepping away from the flowing, airy curtains.
“Have a seat.” Madame Rose nods.
The group gathers around the table. Madame Rose looks up at Mr. Ash, who stands near a china hutch.
“Have a seat, Reginald.” Madame Rose says
“I’d rather stand.” Mr. Ash insists
“All palms must be flat on the table.” Madame Rose says, “No bystanders.”
Mr. Ash shrugs, “Very well.”
He places his hands, in unison with everyone else, palms down on the table.
“Spirits of the east, voices in the night,” Madame Rose closes her eyes as the wind picks up, “Show us the way, clear our minds.”
Several candles begin flickering out. Rusty looks around hesitantly
“We are calling on our dear beloved Hugh.” Madame Rose says, “Speak to us, Hugh. Give us a sign.”
“PEACOCK!” a gravelly voice croaks as more candles as snuffed out by the wind
“Me?” Mrs. Peacock jumps at the mention of her name.
“Who are we speaking with?” Madame Rose asks with closed eyes and complete focus.
“You weren’t watching where you were going.” A small, childlike voice calls out
“Another spirit is coming through.” Madame Rose says, “I see a child, a little girl, and she is screaming for help.”
“Mama, maybe we should stop this.” Miss Peach says
“You wanted answers you’ll get answers.” Madame Rose assures, “Who are we speaking with.”
“Why did you let me die?” the first gravelly voice comes back again
“Earnest?” Mrs. Peacock stands up from the table, “I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”
Mrs. Peacock rushes out of the Dining Room, tears streaming down her face.
“Hugh,” Madame Rose calls out, “Are you there? It is your sweet sister, Rose.”
“Burn the book.” Hugh Black’s voice calls over the loudness of the wind, “Burn it tonight. Tomorrow’s too late.”
“Hugh,” Professor Plum is speechless, “This has to be some goddamn trick.”
“Silence yourself, Peter!” Madame Rose instructs, “We do not wish to upset anyone or anything. Hugh, please enlighten us on your murder.”
“This woman is batty!” Professor Plum stands up, taking his hands from the table, “Turn on the lights.”
“No!” Madame Rose says with anxiety in her voice, “Please, stay with us, Hugh.”
Professor Plum turns on the chandelier, lighting up the terrified faces, and the blowing curtains. Madame Rose stands up from the table.
“I hope you are happy,” Madame Rose walks over to Professor Plum, “We could have locked the killer behind bars.”
“You are insane if you believe her.” Professor Plum says, “All it took was some wind and darkness for all of you to believe this nonsense?”
“I heard Hugh’s voice.” Mr. Green says
“Did you learn to throw your voice while you were locked away in that asylum?” Professor Plum turns away from Madame Rose
“You only speak of what you know,” Madame Rose says, “There is a huge, giant world out there ready to be explored. You are too busy searching through the sand for any signs our predecessors may have left behind. Stop looking so close in front of you and start to see the big picture, Professor.”
“We should send you right back where you came from.” Professor Plum says
“Try,” Madame Rose says, grabbing Professor Plum by the tie, “Just try.”
Professor Plum shakes himself off of his enraged half-sister and exits the Dining Room.
“Can we continue the séance?” asks Miss Peach, hopefully
“The séance is over,” Madame Rose says, “I am sorry I wasted your time.”
“That was something.” Sergeant Gray stands up
“Did you like it?” asks Miss Peach
“I wouldn’t say I liked it,” Sergeant Gray laughs, “It was something though.”
“I’m a little spooked from it.” Miss Peach says, “Do you mind if I tag along with you, sugar?”
“Let’s check on the others in the Lounge.” Sergeant Gray says
“Alright!” Miss Peach says with as much enthusiastic, southern charm as she can muster.
In the Ballroom, Sir Benedict Black and Mr. John Boddy stroll through the dust, unlit room.
“We have a harp in the attic.” Sir Benedict says, “It needs to be cleaned and tuned.”
“We’ll put it over there.” Mr. Boddy indicates to a spot near the fireplace.
“Perhaps even reupholster the ottoman.” Sir Benedict says
“Mrs. White has always had a talent in upholstery.” Mr. Boddy says
“Upholstery and needle point.” Sir Benedict comments
“Gentlemen,” Colonel Mustard greets the two as he enters the dim Ballroom, “It has come to my attention that we are ignoring a very valuable piece of information.”
“Which is?” Sir Benedict leans on his cane.
“Patricia Peacock,” Colonel Mustard says, “Has too much baggage that she has been carrying around. The police seem blind to the crimes she was exonerated for.”
“Colonel,” Mr. Boddy rolls his eyes, “If you want to bring up baggage be prepared for the skeleton’s in your closet to be uncovered.”
“To hell with that,” Colonel Mustard says, “I have nothing to hide.”
“I’d like to hear what you have to say about Mrs. Peacock.” Sir Benedict says
“I think she cracked.” Colonel Mustard says
“How so?” asks Sir Benedict
“We all know how obsessed she was with becoming Mrs. Patricia Black.” Colonel Mustard says, “She would have done anything to be with Hugh.”
“From what I understand,” Sir Benedict sits down on the old ottoman, resting his cane on his lap, “A lot of people would have done anything to be with Hugh.”
“Regardless,” Colonel Mustard places his hand up, “I think it might be necessary to look into the deaths of Mrs. Peacock’s husbands.”
“I think we should also send a search party to Africa.” Mr. Boddy says, “But it doesn’t look like that is going to happen.”
“I have had it with your dreadful tongue!” Colonel Mustard stomps his foot, “If anyone should have been dumped at the foot of the cellar stairs, it ought to have been you!”
“Is that a threat, Colonel?” asks Sir Benedict
“I lost all respect for you the day I learned the type of father you truly are.” Colonel Mustard says
“You are still a bit upset over Aunt Rose’s treatment?” Mr. Boddy scoffs
“Be grateful you are a Boddy.” Colonel Mustard says, “The Boddy’s and Black’s go back a long time. Get your grandfather to tell you that story.”
Sir Benedict stares daggers at Colonel Mustard as he exits the Ballroom.
“What is he talking about?” asks Mr. Boddy
“Sheer, utter nonsense.” Sir Benedict replies with a shrug
“Does my father’s family have anything to do with my parent’s disappearance?” Mr. Boddy asks
“Why the sudden interest in your parent’s demise?” asks Sir Benedict
“I find it curious when a long-thought dead man suddenly emerges from the attics of Blackwell Grange.” Mr. Boddy says
“Don’t ask questions unless you are ready for the answers.” Sir Benedict says walking over to the end of the Ballroom. He looks out the windows into the darkness.
“Tell me about my father.” Mr. Boddy says
“Your father was an anthropologist.” Sir Benedict says, “You knew that.”
“How did him and mother meet?” asks Mr. Boddy
“Your father was an anthropologist.” Sir Benedict says, “He was a wealthy, eligible bachelor, and your mother fell in love with him.”
“There is something you are not telling me.” Mr. Boddy says
“Calm yourself,” Sir Benedict says, “You’ll give yourself a headache.”
“The truth will be revealed.” Mr. Boddy says, “It always gets revealed.”
“Don’t go around revealing it,” Sir Benedict says, “Or you might be sorry.”
In the Lounge, Miss Dove sits up weakly at Nurse Silver’s side.
“You cared for her well,” Mrs. White pats Nurse Silver on the shoulder
“Yes,” Miss Dove avoids making eye contact with Nurse Silver, “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.” Nurse Silver stands up and walks over to Professor Plum, who is being questioned by Inspector Brown.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” Inspector Brown says, “But I’m finding your story hard to believe.”
“You have to understand,” Professor Plum says, “I never had any reason to search the attic. I had no reason at all to go up there. I did not know of my father’s livelihood!”
“Professor,” Inspector Brown says, “You told Sergeant Gray you have had serious memory lapses within the past year.”
“Yes,” Professor Plum says, “I didn’t think it was worth mentioning in the police report. I just casually brought it up in conversation.”
“How bad are your memory lapses.” Nurse Silver steps forward
“It’s nothing to worry over.” Professor Plum motions Nurse Silver to step away
“Dr. Black treated you once.” Nurse Silver says, “I remember it. I was already here at Blackwell Grange tending to Sir Benedict.”
FLASHBACK – SEVEN MONTHS AGO –
Professor Plum sits down in the Study chair as Dr. Black feels around his head.
“It just hit you all at once?” asks Dr. Black
“I’ve been getting random migraines.” Professor Plum says
“Have you been taking the medicine I gave you?” Dr. Black asks
“Yes!” Professor Plum says
“I think it’s time to double the dosage.” Dr. Black says
Nurse Silver stands in the Hall, looking in through the open doorway.
END OF FLASHBACK
“These memory losses and migraines were an occurrence I had seen before.” Nurse Silver says, “I saw them in Sir Benedict around the time I came to care for him and keep him a secret.”
“Professor,” Inspector Brown says, “You never thought twice of Nurse Silver poking around Blackwell Grange.”
“My visits were normally kept secret, until Miss Dove and Fivel came to live here.” Nurse Silver motions to Miss Dove and Fivel, “Any time I was caught at the mansion by Professor Plum prior to their arrival I’m sure he figured I was just another woman being courted by Dr. Black.” Nurse Silver says
“What an interesting thought that would be.” Miss Dove clenches her teeth.
“You had barely known him then.” Nurse Silver says
“Of course.” Miss Dove stands up, “I wish I had never known him.”
“Mother?” Fivel stands up
Miss Dove takes her son by the wrist, “I have exposed my son to enough violence, wickeness, and adulterous behavior! We are leaving Blackwell Grange and we are never coming back.”
“Miss Dove,” Inspector Brown says, “I’m afraid I cannot let you leave. There is an investigation going on.”
“You want your killer?” Miss Dove asks, “There!” she points her finger at Professor Plum, “His memory lose is as easy of an opportunity as any. He was with Hugh in his Study last night right before Hugh was found murdered.”
“And you with a shotgun!” Mrs. White says, “Equal motive. That gunshot went off and you have yet to explain why.”
“It wasn’t the shotgun.” Mr. Green says from the Lounge doorway, “It was my Revolver that went off.”
“What?” asks Mrs. White
“Why didn’t you speak of this before?” asks Inspector Brown
“I didn’t realize the relevance.” Mr. Green says, “I thought I saw Brunette in the shadows and popped my gun in the direction of the noise.”
“Where were you at when you ‘popped your gun’.” Inspector Brown quotes Mr. Green
“The Study.” Mr. Green says
“Can you remember any other details?” asks Inspector Brown, “Anything at all?”
“Yes,” Mr. Green looks up and scans the faces of the people in the room, “I heard you.” He walks across the room and stands directly in front of Yvette.
“I was in the Library briefly.” Yvette says
“You were talking to a man.” Mr. Green says
“Was it Hugh?” asks Inspector Brown
“It was not Hugh.” Mr. Green says
“Brunette.” Yvette says, “I was terrified. I was face to face with Alphonse Brunette.”
FLASHBACK – THE NIGHT OF THE MURDER –
Yvette gasps in terror as the Library window opens. The curtains blow in the breeze and Monsieur Brunette enters the Library and stares at Yvette in the dim lighting.
“Poor girl.” Monsieur Brunette says, “You have gotten yourself into a lot of trouble.”
“I’ll kill you.” Yvette says gripping her hands firmly around the Fireplace Poker
“I can help you.” Monsieur Brunette says
“I hate you.” Yvette says, tears welling up in her eyes
“I need the help of as many servants here as I can get.” Monsieur Brunette says, “My patience is wearing thin.”
“You killed my mother.” Yvette says, her limbs trembling in fear and anxiousness
“Does it matter who killed who?” asks Monsieur Brunette, “You live amongst killers. Blackwell Grange is nothing but evil and you fit perfectly into these walls with me. I want to be freely accepted amongst these people again. I want my name to be anticipated, not feared. I want to play Billiards with Colonel Mustard, I want to have tea in the Conservatory with Mrs. Peacock. I want to play this little game we are all stuck inside of.”
“What game?” asks Yvette
“The game where we pretend to be normal people, drinking our martinis, playing croquet, yachting in the Mediterranean, playing roulette in Monte Carlo,” Monsieur Brunette takes a deep breath, “Every one of these people are as wicked as me, yet I’m the only one they fear.”
“What do you want from me?” asks Yvette, lowering the Fireplace Poker
“I want to know if we have a deal?” asks Monsieur Brunette
END OF FLASHBACK
“You turned him down of course?” asks Inspector Brown
“I will never ally with that man.” Yvette says, “And any person who does is damned.”
“Did you remain in the Library?” asks Inspector Brown
“No,” Yvette says, “I left to go to find Mrs. White. We had been talking about Brunette earlier. I figured she would know what to do.”
“You didn’t think of telling us this sooner?” asks Inspector Brown
“I thought maybe it would clear Professor Plum’s innocence.” Yvette says
“You are fond of him?” asks Inspector Brown
“We have become intimate.” Yvette wraps her arm around Professor Plum’s arm.
“Yvette,” Professor Plum says, “We agreed to keep it a secret!”
“I am tired of hiding.” Yvette says, “Hugh Black is praised for being a sex-craved monster, yet we hide in the dark shadows.”
“Speaking of Hugh Black’s…. appetite.” Inspector Brown chooses his words carefully, “We came across something that might be of value to you, Miss Scarlet.”
“Me?” Miss Scarlet stands up from where she sits with Mr. Clay
“Had Dr. Black ever offered you money in return for any favors?” Inspector Brown asks
“Oh my God.” Miss Dove says, “I don’t want to hear any more.”
“Miss Scarlet, there are some photographs that were recovered from the desk in the Study. In fact they were lying out in the open.” Inspector Brown says
“Photographs?” Miss Scarlet shouts, “This is absurd!”
“How dare you accuse Vivienne of such wicked acts?” Mr. Clay shouts
“Miss Scarlet,” Inspector Brown says, “These photographs are considered evidence. Wouldn’t you rather get this out of the way now, rather than in a courtroom?”
“I modeled for Dr. Black!” Miss Scarlet blurts out
“Vivienne!” Mr. Clay says in shock
“How disgusting!” Miss Dove clucks in disgust
“This isn’t new news.” Mrs. White says, “Vivienne is a very beautiful girl. She is the bright, vivid reminder of her step-mother, the faded rose that Dr. Black once yearned for.”
“You bitch!” Mrs. Peacock stands in the doorway of the Lounge.
“Patricia,” Miss Scarlet stands up, “I can explain.”
“How dare you take Hugh from me!” Mrs. Peacock says
“This was nearly four years ago.” Miss Scarlet says, “I don’t know why the pictures reemerged.”
“Ask Nurse Silver.” Miss Dove says, “She was snooping around the Study.”
“Not another word!” Nurse Silver stomps her foot
“Bloody hell!” Professor Plum says, “Have you all gone mad? Hugh was just a man. I don’t know how he got so many women to lust after him.”
“You don’t know much do you?” asks Miss Dove
“I beg your pardon!” Professor Plum says, “I am a man of science! Logic and reason are what guide me.”
“You fit the role of the absent-minded professor better than any fictional buffoon!” Miss Dove snaps, “Inspector, I demand you let me and my son leave this poisonous house!”
“Where can I reach you if I need to ask any additional questions?” asks Inspector Brown
“We’ll be staying at the Seafront Terrace.” Miss Dove says, “Hugh Black has a room there. I’m sure it is still being paid for.”
“Of course.” Professor Plum nods
“Come, Fivel.” Miss Dove says, “We’ll have Mr. Ash bring us our things tomorrow.”
Miss Dove exits through the Lounge door with her son directly behind her. Inspector Brown follows her into the Hall. Professor Plum and Yvette huddle in the Lounge doorway, looking out into the Hall. Sir Benedict Black comes from the Ballroom.
“Are you leaving?” asks Sir Benedict
“Miss Dove wishes to spend her time away from Blackwell Grange.” Inspector Brown explains as Miss Dove retrieves her coat and her son’s coat from the small Cloak Room next to the front door.
“Actually,” Miss Dove corrects, “We are leaving Blackwell Grange and we are never stepping foot in the cursed mansion again.”
Sir Benedict laughs, “Everyone comes back to Blackwell Grange.”
To Be Continued…