Episode 1.15 “Our Pasts and Our Futures”
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following Episode will be written in a different format. It will be broken down into 13 segments, all of which will be scenes or ‘flashbacks’ from years gone by.
– 10 YEARS AGO – THE MEETING –
Laughter fills the Lounge of Blackwell Grange, Dr. Hugh Black smokes a cigar happily at the card table. Mrs. White pours brandy into his glass. Miss Marina Popov sips a clear cocktail to Dr. Black’s left. Dr. Julia Kell smokes a cigarette to Dr. Black’s right. Across from Dr. Black sits Martin Urfe and Ian Masque.
“I fold.” Mr. Masque throws his cards in
“Never be a quitter.” Mr. Urfe laughs, taking a brandy from Mrs. White.
“I think we should revisit Rome.” Miss Popov clings to Dr. Black’s arm
“Settle yourself, Marina.” Dr. Kell nods to Miss Popov, “Tell us about yourself, Martin. You’ve been quiet since we were introduced.”
“Yes,” Mr. Masque says, “I can’t see why Hugh speaks so highly of you. To be perfectly frank, you are tragically boring.”
“I am an artist.” Mr. Urfe says almost defensively
“Ah!” Dr. Kell says, “We do appreciate art. We have exquisite tastes.”
“Without a doubt all of you will be sponsoring our talented friend!” Dr. Black says
“I do love to acquire strange and new art.” Mr. Masque says
“Ian Masque is the richest of all of us put together.” Dr. Black says to Mr. Urfe, “And Dr. Kell and I are traced back to Nobles and Confidants of Royalty.”
“Then it is a true honor to have taken your interest.” Mr. Urfe says modestly
– 8 YEARS AGO – THE INVITATION –
Martin Urfe steps through the gates of the Mediterranean Villa he is approaching. He is dressed finer, cleaned up sharply, and carries an artist’s bag of fine crocodile skin. He walks to the front door and pulls a gold chain. He hears the sound of a doorbell chiming from somewhere beyond the door. The door opens and a dreary eyed butler answers the door.
“You must be Monsieur Brunette, the artist.” The butler says, “Sir Benedict has been expecting you.”
The butler leads him into a long Hallway until they reach the third door on the left.
“Sir Benedict has transformed this old Music Room into your personal Studio.” The butler explains
“How very generous.” Martin Urfe replies
They enter and Martin looks up to see not Sir Benedict Black, but Dr. Hugh Black.
“Sir Benedict? I’m Monsieur Alphonse Brunette.” Martin Urfe replies, “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
Dr. Black is silent, “Brunette, I hear so many wonderful things about you. Please, won’t you make yourself comfortable.”
The butler steps forward, “Will you be needing anything else, sir?”
“Thank you,” Dr. Black says, “But I should like some time alone with Monsieur Brunette.”
The butler leaves the room and Dr. Black grabs a fruit knife from next to a bowl of various fruits.
“Martin Urfe,” Dr. Black holds the fruit knife defensively
“Sir Benedict?” Mr. Urfe crosses his arms and leans against the side of the upright piano.
“Martin, given our recent knowledge of each other,” Dr. Black clears his throat, “I think we are in complete understanding that I can protect you.”
“I thought as much.” Mr. Urfe says
“But you will do exactly what I tell you.” Dr. Black says, forebodingly
– 8 YEARS AGO – REGINA –
Mr. Ash walks around the Dining Room of Blackwell Grange with a white rag in his hand. He makes certain the white wainscot is without a stain or smudge. He runs his hand gently along the light blue wallpaper and finally reaches the dark oak cabinet. He begins to remove the silver one by one, preparing to polish them all.
The telephone rings from the Hall, piercing the silent air. Mr. Ash closes the cabinet and answer the telephone.
“Blackwell Grange, this is Mr. Ash speaking.” Mr. Ash says
“Reggie,” Mr. Masque says from the other line
“Yes, Mr. Masque, what can I do for you?” Mr. Ash’s voice picks up a little.
“Is now a bad time?” asks Mr. Masque
“Dr. Black is outside with the gardener.” Mr. Ash lowers his voice slightly, “Mrs. White is playing gin rummy in the Kitchen with her husband.”
“Reginald?” a female’s voice answers from the other end of the telephone.
“Virginia,” Mr. Ash’s voice becomes shaky, “Mrs. Masque, how good to hear from you.”
“Same my real name, darling.” The female begs with desperation in her voice
“Regina, I love you!” Mr. Ash falls apart completely, “I miss you so much, my darling.”
“We will see one another soon!” Regina replies, “Once Mr. Urfe takes the fall I can be alive again.”
“Dr. Black has no idea?” asks Mr. Ash
“The others are worried for Dr. Black’s sanity.” Regina explains, “After… what I saw him do…”
“Don’t relive it, darling.” Mr. Ash weeps, “You did what you had to do. You were smart.”
Mrs. White steps out of the Kitchen and into the Hall.
Mr. Ash straights his back and resumes to his formalities, “Thank you for calling Mrs. Masque, I’ll be sure to let Dr. Black know that Ian is still thinking about him.”
Mr. Ash hangs up the phone.
“Mrs. White,” Mr. Ash turns to her, “Are you finished with your game so soon.”
“Your wife is alive?” Mrs. White is breathless
– 8 YEARS AGO – THE DEAD WHORE –
“Mistakes were made!” Dr. Black panics in the Studio of his Mediterranean Villa
“This is not what I agreed to.” Mr. Urfe says, fully embracing his French persona: Monsieur Brunette
“Start kneading the clay.” Dr. Black indicates to a table with pottery projects strewn about.
“What are you thinking?” Monsieur Brunette asks with fear and disgust.
“Just help me.” Dr. Black bends over to the dead woman lying on the floor of the Studio.
Her throat has been cut and there is blood splattered everywhere. Her once pink blouse is now a sticky crimson. Her blonde curls are matted down wand her mouth is twisted open in pain. Her eyes are staring aimlessly at the ceiling, transfixed until her death.
“Work the clay and start working on a vase.” Dr. Black says, “A large one.”
“She’ll never fit.” Monsieur Brunette says
“We’ll make her fit.” Dr. Black says heading to the door of the Studio.
“Where are you going?” asks Monsieur Brunette
“I have an Axe in the Carriage House.” Dr. Black says exiting the room, leaving Brunette alone with the body of a dead prostitute.
– 8 YEARS AGO – THE INVOLVEMENT –
Mrs. Virginia Masque sits in front of a warm fireplace. She has a flannel blanket over her lap. Outside snow is building up around the marvelous Chateau. Mr. Ian Masque enters the room and kisses her on the side of the head.
“I sent Mrs. Crabtree home.” Mr. Masque says
“That was thoughtful.” Mrs. Masque smiles
“Virginia,” Mr. Masque walks over to the tall windows, “Do you truly love him?”
“Of course not, darling,” Mrs. Masque says nervously, “Mr. Ash is sweet and caring, but you are the man I love.”
“It’s just,” Mr. Masque scratches his chin, “On the phone the other day…”
“Darling,” Mrs. Masque tosses the blanket off of her lap and she comes over to Mr. Masque, “I love you. You are the reason I am alive.”
Mr. Masque kisses her long and hard, “I’ll go see what the servants left us for supper.”
As soon as Mr. Masque leaves the room, Virginia wipes her mouth of his kiss and falls to her knees, crying.
“Virginia,” Mr. Masque calls from down the Hall
She quickly stands up, wipes her tears, and composes herself just in time for her husband’s reentry into the room.
“I realize that question may have come off a bit odd,” Mr. Masque says, “Asking you if you actually loved that butler.”
“Yes, it did catch me off guard.” Mrs. Masque admits
“I was only wondering,” Mr. Masque says, “Because it has been ages since we’ve made love.”
“Oh,” Mrs. Masque nearly retches at the thought, she feigns a smile, “Of course, darling, whenever you’d like.”
“I’d like to do it right now.” Mr. Masque says loosening his tie, “Beside the roaring fire, my love?”
She takes a deep breath, trying her damnedest to hold back the inevitable tears.
“My dear you are crying,” Mr. Masque says, “And the fun hasn’t even begun yet.”
– 8 YEARS AGO – THE ART OF MURDER –
In the Long Gallery of the Mediterranean Villa a showcase has begun. Every painting has been tagged by the winners of the auction. The final item to be auctioned is underneath a dust cover on a large marble podium.
“I can’t help feeling,” Dr. Kell retrieves a drink for herself, “Don’t I know you from some place?”
“I should hardly think so.” Monsieur Brunette shrugs
“You seem awfully familiar.” Dr. Kell says, “Besides, only the elite club members are invited to such showings as put on by Sir Benedict. Perhaps my daughter will know why you are so familiar.”
Dr. Kell motions for Marina Popov to come over. Miss Popov steps away from the group of rich men in tuxedos.
“I swear,” Dr. Kell says, “If you put an eye patch on him and shaved off that mustache, he would look like that artist, Martin Urfe.”
“It’s a shame Ian Masque couldn’t make it.” Miss Popov says, “Surely he would agree.”
“Ladies,” Dr. Black comes over
“Sir Benedict,” Dr. Kell clearly plays along to Dr. Black’s contorted ruse, “I’m dying to see this final display. I hope it is as good as the ones I would see back home in Germany.”
“We will be revealing all in mere moments.” Dr. Black says exthusiastically, “But first there is someone I am simply dying for Monsieur Brunette to meet.”
Dr. Black leads him over to a stunning blonde beauty, “This is Lorraine Ardoise, one of the news visitors to my elite art show.”
“A pleasure.” Monsieur Brunette kisses her hand.
“Miss Ardoise, this is the genius behind every piece of art you see here.” Dr. Black says
“It’s all so beautiful.” Miss Ardoise smiles up at Monsieur Brunette
“Now,” Dr. Black speaks loudly and clearly, “I would like to show everyone this marvelous piece which will be up for auction.”
With a swift movement Dr. Black removes a dust cover off of a brilliant, tall, sealed vase. Everyone claps politely.
“What’s the catch?” Dr. Kell asks
“Human remains inside.” Dr. Black says bluntly. There is excited chatter in the room.
Monsieur Brunette’s eyes widen and he laughs nervously. To his shock and bemusement, everyone, excluding Miss Ardoise at his side, walk closer to inspect the vase. Miss Ardoise’s face is frozen, expressionless.
“How fresh?” asks Dr. Kell, with an eerie blood lust.
“Does it still slosh back and forth when you move the vase?” asks Miss Popov
“How much for the opening bid?” asks a man with a gold topped cane.
Monsieur Brunette watches in disbelief.
– 8 YEARS AGO – REGINA’S ENTRAPMENT –
In her private sitting room, at Ian Masque’s beautiful Canadian Chateau, Mrs. Virginia Masque sits at her vanity, crying as she combs her hair.
“Is everything alright?” Mrs. Crabtree enters her room
“Oh, Mrs. Crabtree,” Mrs. Masque composes herself, “I’m so sorry. I thought Ian had sent you home.”
“He tried to.” Mrs. Crabtree says, “But the Garage needed to be shoveled out to get the door open. He told me it would be best if I stay the night.”
“I’d like that.” Mrs. Masque says
“Forgive me, miss,” Mrs. Crabtree says, “But I believe you were crying.”
“It’s just a lot of pressure, being lady of the manor.” Mrs. Masque says, “I’m so used to the servant’s life…” Mrs. Masque stops short, “I’m sorry. I hate that word.”
“Servant?” Mrs. Crabtree asks
“It sounds so demeaning.” Mrs. Masque says, “And here I listen to my husband use that word as if it was your name.”
“I am here to serve.” Mrs. Crabtree says
“I don’t love him.” Mrs. Masque covers her mouth the second the words escape her lips, “Forgive me. I did not mean that.”
“Shush now!” Mrs. Crabtree soothes, “How long have you felt this way?”
“I’m frightened.” Mrs. Masque says, “I’m frightened of Dr. Black. I’m frightened of Ian. I just miss Reggie.”
“You will be with him soon.” Mrs. Crabtree says
“Ian is changing me.” Mrs. Masque says, “He is making me become his wife. He is chiseling away every bit of the person I once was and wanted to be.”
“You just have to keep up this ruse until Dr. Black is dead.” Mrs. Crabtree says, “Did you think I could not see the fear in your eyes when Ian kissed you on your wedding day.”
“I just want to still be the person I am right now when I return home to my real husband, Reginald!” Mrs. Masque weeps into the housekeeper’s shoulder.
– 8 YEARS AGO – LORRAINE’S ESCAPE –
“Please!” Miss Ardoise screams in fear, “I have a daughter.”
Monsieur Brunette enters the Studio to see Dr. Hugh Black holding the fruit knife on Miss Ardoise.
“It seems I made a poor judgment call.” Dr. Black says, “She didn’t enjoy your little art show.”
“Please, let me go!” Miss Ardoise screams in fear.
“Brunette,” Dr. Black says, “Why don’t you do the honors. Now that you know what our gallery showings are like, you can be as creative as you wish.”
Dr. Black drops the knife on the floor and leaves the two alone.
“Stay away from me!” Miss Ardoise grabs the Knife, “Stay back!”
“I’m not going to hurt you!” Monsieur Brunette says, “I’m not a killer.”
“You killed whoever was in that vase!” Miss Ardoise says
“Lorraine,” Monsieur Brunette says soothingly, “I’m just as terrified of Dr. Black as you are, if not more.”
“Dr. Black?” Miss Ardoise says, “Who is Dr. Black?”
“This man!” Monsieur Brunette says, “Sir Benedict Black is his father. He has been pretending to be him for my entire duration here.”
“Why are you working here?” Miss Ardoise lowers the Knife
“My real name isn’t Brunette.” Monsieur Brunette admits, “It’s not Martin Urfe either.”
“Who are you?” Miss Ardoise raises the Knife after.
“My name is Timothy Brown.” Monsieur Brunette says, “My brother is a goddamn police inspector for Scotland Yard. Once Dr. Black found out he has been trying to find a way to send me to jail. It started when I was caught selling him a fake Manet when I was Martin Urfe. He took a liking to my shady character and invited me over for poker nights. It wasn’t long before I realized they were not just after a quick buck like I was.”
“What were they after?” asks Miss Ardoise
“They were a business. Organized crime.” Monsieur Brunette says, “Dr. Black has a friend that’s a hitman, a twisted lawyer, and foreign power. Dr. Julia Kell is a German Psychiatrist, believed to have been affiliated with Nazis.” Monsieur Brunette takes a breath, “Miss Popov may be young, but her mother is Dr. Kell and her father is a powerful Russian mob moss.”
“Jesus,” Miss Ardoise covers her mouth with one hand and sets the Knife down.
“He has connections in China from a man named Lawrence Lavender.” Monsieur Brunette goes on, “His family are personal friends with the Royal Azure Family of Africa.”
“They are powerful.” Miss Ardoise says
“The worst part is,” Monsieur Brunette says, “I finally know why he is pretending to be his father.”
“Why?” asks Miss Ardoise
“He wants to get rid of me, and he wants to get rid of his father.” Monsieur Brunette says, “He wants his father to be accused of the murderous art here and he wants to take me down too. I didn’t realize it until this morning.”
“You have to get out of here.” Miss Ardoise says
“No,” Monsieur Brunette says, “You need to get out of here. I can handle Dr. Black.”
“Please,” Miss Ardoise says, “Come with me.”
“Take the Knife and leave.” Monsieur Brunette says, “Get out of this house and get off the grounds. Get as far away from this place as you can. Don’t come looking for anyone.”
“Thank you.” Miss Ardoise embraces Monsieur Brunette before hurrying over to the windows and unlocking them.
– 8 YEARS AGO – REGINA’S SUICIDE –
Mr. Ash finishes polishing the silver in the Dining Room.
“You were talking to Regina.” Mrs. White says entering from the Kitchen
“I told you,” Mr. Ash says, “Your mind is starting to fail you.”
“Don’t patronize me!” Mrs. White says, “What the hell is going on? How can someone just commit suicide and be buried over night without so much as a coroner’s report?”
“It’s quite simple.” Mr. Ash says, “We simply don’t ask questions. Now run along and tidy up the Kitchen before bedtime.”
Mrs. White crosses her arms.
“Oh, and if you would be so kind,” Mr. Ash locks up the cabinet, “Please stop bringing up Regina’s suicide.”
“I am sorry, Reggie,” Mrs. White lowers her head as Mr. Ash leaves the room.
Mrs. White reenters the Kitchen.
“You over cooked the damn beef again.” Mr. Winslow White grumbles from the Kitchen table.
“I’m so sorry,” Mrs. White says, “I’ve just had a lot on my mind today.”
“What’s a woman good for if she can’t cook a decent meal?” Mr. White finishes his beer.
Mrs. White grips the counter with white knuckles. She suppresses her anger and takes a deep breath, “If you don’t like it, you can fix it yourself.”
“Did you learn that from one of your magazines?” Mr. White laughs, “Telling your man to cook his own bloody meals.”
“I don’t like it when you drink, Winslow.” Mrs. White says as he stands up from his chair
“I don’t like the way you cook.” Mr. White gets close to her face
Mrs. White coughs slightly at the smell of the alcohol on his breath. Mrs. White steps away from him and takes his plate to the sink. Rusty Naylor enters through the back door.
“Evening, Blanche, Winslow,” Rusty tips his cap to the two
“What is this queer fellow doing in here?” Mr. White removes the bottle cap of another beer.
“It’s rather rainy outside,” Rusty says in a soft, meek voice, “I was hoping to stay inside for a bit.”
“Winslow, please,” Mrs. White says realizing that Mr. White has taken another beer.
“Please?” Mr. White slams the bottle down on the counter, shattering it. Foamy beer and glass hit the floor.
“Please,” Rusty says, “There is no need for coarse behavior.”
Mr. White grabs Mrs. White’s arm roughly, “You do not tell me what to do. I am not yours to command.”
“Please you are hurting me!” Mrs. White says
“Let her go!” Rusty says
“I won’t have any from you.” Mr. White release his wife and lunges for Rusty. In one swift move Mrs. White snatches a Carving Knife and plunges it into Mr. White’s back.
Mrs. White lets out a scream followed by tears.
“Mrs. White!” Rusty says in shock, “What have you done.”
“We… we have to bury him, Rusty.” Mrs. White sniffles, wiping away her tears, “The ground is moist and soft. Just dig.”
“Mrs. White, how can someone just commit a murder and bury the body over night without anyone even paying notice?”
“It’s quite simple.” Mrs. White pants heavilly, “We simply hope they don’t ask questions.”
– 8 YEARS AGO – THE LADY IN RED –
Monsieur Brunette stands in his bedroom in the Mediterranean Villa. He has a fully packed suitcase in his left hand. He takes one final look around his room and descends down the dark, moonlight hallway. He reaches the top of the stairs and looks over the Long Gallery. The room lights up as Monsieur Brunette begins to descend. Dr. Hugh Black stands at the lightswitch next to Dr. Julia Kell and Miss Marina Popov.
“So it really was Martin Urfe after all.” Dr. Kell laughs
“I’m leaving here.” Monsieur Brunette says
“You are going to jail.” Dr. Black says
“I didn’t kill that dead whore and you know it.” Monsieur Brunette shouts
“Dead whore?” Miss Popov asks
“Alphonse,” Dr. Black says, “You are mistaken.”
Dr. Black walks over to a pair of closed curtains over where a large canvas can be displayed. With a swift tug of the rope, the curtains open, revealing the most macabre, grisly sight you could even visualize.
The suitcase falls from Monsieur Brunette’s hand and tumbles down the remain stairs as he recognizes the mutilated corpse, pinned up on the canvas.
“Lorraine…” Monsieur Brunette says
Dr. Black withdraws the bloody Fruit Knife from his pocket, “I call it, The Lady in Red.”
Monsieur Brunette continues to make eye contact with Lorraine Ardoise’s tortured corpse until Dr. Black closes the curtains again. He hands the fruit knife to Dr. Kell.
“Dispose of it.” Dr. Black says, “We need no evidence when the police find him here like this.”
Monsieur Brunette is motionless on his knees. He watches blood form on the marble and seep from around the curtain.
– 5 YEARS AGO – THE DIVERSION –
“Father, he’ll kill you.” Dr. Black says from armchair of the Study.
“I don’t know why this bastard thinks I’m the man who set him up.” Sir Benedict Black IV says from behind the desk.
“I wouldn’t propose this unless I was certain this is the only way to go,” Dr. Black takes a deep breath, “We need to fake your death.”
“What?” Sir Benedict is appalled by the notion.
“We will move you into the attic and fix up a beautiful apartment.” Dr. Black says, “I will pay for the finest nurses and even your own personal maid. She can keep you company when she isn’t assisting Mrs. White with household chores.”
“You are mad!” Sir Benedict says, “Just like your sister, you are barking mad!”
“Father,” Dr. Black says, “If we don’t fake your death, we will be dealing with your actual death. Brunette broke out of prison after only three years of his life sentence. Why they didn’t hang him, I’ll never know.”
“What about Blackwell Grange?” asks Sir Benedict, “This place is my home! It’s my legacy.”
“It is going to be passed down to me one day or another.” Dr. Black says, “I will keep you safe. You will be alive within the walls of this mansion.”
“What about the gardens?” asks Sir Benedict, “Am I to be locked away in the attic until I die pale, weak, and feeble?”
“We will work out the details soon.” Dr. Black says, “I just need to know if we are in agreement?”
“Your certain he’ll kill me?” asks Sir Benedict
“Without a second thought.” Dr. Black says
– 2 DAYS AGO – A VENGEFUL AMBITION –
Dr. Hugh Black comes to on the floor of the Study. He sees the Candlestick by his side. He reaches up and touches his head. A large bruise has formed where the Candlestick attacked him.
“Peter!” Dr. Black growls. He stands up and charges out into the Hall. The sound of lightning startles Dr. Black as he pushes into the Library.
“Yvette, have you seen my brother?” asks Dr. Black
Yvette is poking at the wood in the fireplace with the Fireplace Poker.
“No I haven’t.” Yvette says half ignoring Dr. Black
“He tried to kill me!” Dr. Black says, “He must be stopped!”
“Is fratricide considered to be of greater concern than the slow poisoning of one’s father?” asks Yvette
“What do you mean?” asks Dr. Black
“Nurse Silver and I are in complete agreement.” Yvette says, “You are murdering your father.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Dr. Black says
“Sir Benedict has been nothing but kind to me.” Yvette says, “I’m starting to learn an awful lot about your own involvement in my mother’s murder.”
“That was my father.” Dr. Black says, “He was in the Mediterranean with Brunette.”
Yvette swings the Fireplace Poker at his head and knocks him to the hearth rug.
“If you are going to lie about it, at least come up with a better lie!” Yvette says furiously
“Please,” Dr. Black begs, trying to get up on his hands and knees, “Think of all the fun we had together.” Dr. Black panics,
“Remember that time in the Stables?”
Yvette pierces him through the spine with the point of the Fireplace Poker.
“I remember.” Yvette says
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.”
To Be Continued In Season 2 “The Murder of Miles Meadow-Brook”…
– 10 YEARS AGO – THE MEETING –
Laughter fills the Lounge of Blackwell Grange, Dr. Hugh Black smokes a cigar happily at the card table. Mrs. White pours brandy into his glass. Miss Marina Popov sips a clear cocktail to Dr. Black’s left. Dr. Julia Kell smokes a cigarette to Dr. Black’s right. Across from Dr. Black sits Martin Urfe and Ian Masque.
“I fold.” Mr. Masque throws his cards in
“Never be a quitter.” Mr. Urfe laughs, taking a brandy from Mrs. White.
“I think we should revisit Rome.” Miss Popov clings to Dr. Black’s arm
“Settle yourself, Marina.” Dr. Kell nods to Miss Popov, “Tell us about yourself, Martin. You’ve been quiet since we were introduced.”
“Yes,” Mr. Masque says, “I can’t see why Hugh speaks so highly of you. To be perfectly frank, you are tragically boring.”
“I am an artist.” Mr. Urfe says almost defensively
“Ah!” Dr. Kell says, “We do appreciate art. We have exquisite tastes.”
“Without a doubt all of you will be sponsoring our talented friend!” Dr. Black says
“I do love to acquire strange and new art.” Mr. Masque says
“Ian Masque is the richest of all of us put together.” Dr. Black says to Mr. Urfe, “And Dr. Kell and I are traced back to Nobles and Confidants of Royalty.”
“Then it is a true honor to have taken your interest.” Mr. Urfe says modestly
– 8 YEARS AGO – THE INVITATION –
Martin Urfe steps through the gates of the Mediterranean Villa he is approaching. He is dressed finer, cleaned up sharply, and carries an artist’s bag of fine crocodile skin. He walks to the front door and pulls a gold chain. He hears the sound of a doorbell chiming from somewhere beyond the door. The door opens and a dreary eyed butler answers the door.
“You must be Monsieur Brunette, the artist.” The butler says, “Sir Benedict has been expecting you.”
The butler leads him into a long Hallway until they reach the third door on the left.
“Sir Benedict has transformed this old Music Room into your personal Studio.” The butler explains
“How very generous.” Martin Urfe replies
They enter and Martin looks up to see not Sir Benedict Black, but Dr. Hugh Black.
“Sir Benedict? I’m Monsieur Alphonse Brunette.” Martin Urfe replies, “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
Dr. Black is silent, “Brunette, I hear so many wonderful things about you. Please, won’t you make yourself comfortable.”
The butler steps forward, “Will you be needing anything else, sir?”
“Thank you,” Dr. Black says, “But I should like some time alone with Monsieur Brunette.”
The butler leaves the room and Dr. Black grabs a fruit knife from next to a bowl of various fruits.
“Martin Urfe,” Dr. Black holds the fruit knife defensively
“Sir Benedict?” Mr. Urfe crosses his arms and leans against the side of the upright piano.
“Martin, given our recent knowledge of each other,” Dr. Black clears his throat, “I think we are in complete understanding that I can protect you.”
“I thought as much.” Mr. Urfe says
“But you will do exactly what I tell you.” Dr. Black says, forebodingly
– 8 YEARS AGO – REGINA –
Mr. Ash walks around the Dining Room of Blackwell Grange with a white rag in his hand. He makes certain the white wainscot is without a stain or smudge. He runs his hand gently along the light blue wallpaper and finally reaches the dark oak cabinet. He begins to remove the silver one by one, preparing to polish them all.
The telephone rings from the Hall, piercing the silent air. Mr. Ash closes the cabinet and answer the telephone.
“Blackwell Grange, this is Mr. Ash speaking.” Mr. Ash says
“Reggie,” Mr. Masque says from the other line
“Yes, Mr. Masque, what can I do for you?” Mr. Ash’s voice picks up a little.
“Is now a bad time?” asks Mr. Masque
“Dr. Black is outside with the gardener.” Mr. Ash lowers his voice slightly, “Mrs. White is playing gin rummy in the Kitchen with her husband.”
“Reginald?” a female’s voice answers from the other end of the telephone.
“Virginia,” Mr. Ash’s voice becomes shaky, “Mrs. Masque, how good to hear from you.”
“Same my real name, darling.” The female begs with desperation in her voice
“Regina, I love you!” Mr. Ash falls apart completely, “I miss you so much, my darling.”
“We will see one another soon!” Regina replies, “Once Mr. Urfe takes the fall I can be alive again.”
“Dr. Black has no idea?” asks Mr. Ash
“The others are worried for Dr. Black’s sanity.” Regina explains, “After… what I saw him do…”
“Don’t relive it, darling.” Mr. Ash weeps, “You did what you had to do. You were smart.”
Mrs. White steps out of the Kitchen and into the Hall.
Mr. Ash straights his back and resumes to his formalities, “Thank you for calling Mrs. Masque, I’ll be sure to let Dr. Black know that Ian is still thinking about him.”
Mr. Ash hangs up the phone.
“Mrs. White,” Mr. Ash turns to her, “Are you finished with your game so soon.”
“Your wife is alive?” Mrs. White is breathless
– 8 YEARS AGO – THE DEAD WHORE –
“Mistakes were made!” Dr. Black panics in the Studio of his Mediterranean Villa
“This is not what I agreed to.” Mr. Urfe says, fully embracing his French persona: Monsieur Brunette
“Start kneading the clay.” Dr. Black indicates to a table with pottery projects strewn about.
“What are you thinking?” Monsieur Brunette asks with fear and disgust.
“Just help me.” Dr. Black bends over to the dead woman lying on the floor of the Studio.
Her throat has been cut and there is blood splattered everywhere. Her once pink blouse is now a sticky crimson. Her blonde curls are matted down wand her mouth is twisted open in pain. Her eyes are staring aimlessly at the ceiling, transfixed until her death.
“Work the clay and start working on a vase.” Dr. Black says, “A large one.”
“She’ll never fit.” Monsieur Brunette says
“We’ll make her fit.” Dr. Black says heading to the door of the Studio.
“Where are you going?” asks Monsieur Brunette
“I have an Axe in the Carriage House.” Dr. Black says exiting the room, leaving Brunette alone with the body of a dead prostitute.
– 8 YEARS AGO – THE INVOLVEMENT –
Mrs. Virginia Masque sits in front of a warm fireplace. She has a flannel blanket over her lap. Outside snow is building up around the marvelous Chateau. Mr. Ian Masque enters the room and kisses her on the side of the head.
“I sent Mrs. Crabtree home.” Mr. Masque says
“That was thoughtful.” Mrs. Masque smiles
“Virginia,” Mr. Masque walks over to the tall windows, “Do you truly love him?”
“Of course not, darling,” Mrs. Masque says nervously, “Mr. Ash is sweet and caring, but you are the man I love.”
“It’s just,” Mr. Masque scratches his chin, “On the phone the other day…”
“Darling,” Mrs. Masque tosses the blanket off of her lap and she comes over to Mr. Masque, “I love you. You are the reason I am alive.”
Mr. Masque kisses her long and hard, “I’ll go see what the servants left us for supper.”
As soon as Mr. Masque leaves the room, Virginia wipes her mouth of his kiss and falls to her knees, crying.
“Virginia,” Mr. Masque calls from down the Hall
She quickly stands up, wipes her tears, and composes herself just in time for her husband’s reentry into the room.
“I realize that question may have come off a bit odd,” Mr. Masque says, “Asking you if you actually loved that butler.”
“Yes, it did catch me off guard.” Mrs. Masque admits
“I was only wondering,” Mr. Masque says, “Because it has been ages since we’ve made love.”
“Oh,” Mrs. Masque nearly retches at the thought, she feigns a smile, “Of course, darling, whenever you’d like.”
“I’d like to do it right now.” Mr. Masque says loosening his tie, “Beside the roaring fire, my love?”
She takes a deep breath, trying her damnedest to hold back the inevitable tears.
“My dear you are crying,” Mr. Masque says, “And the fun hasn’t even begun yet.”
– 8 YEARS AGO – THE ART OF MURDER –
In the Long Gallery of the Mediterranean Villa a showcase has begun. Every painting has been tagged by the winners of the auction. The final item to be auctioned is underneath a dust cover on a large marble podium.
“I can’t help feeling,” Dr. Kell retrieves a drink for herself, “Don’t I know you from some place?”
“I should hardly think so.” Monsieur Brunette shrugs
“You seem awfully familiar.” Dr. Kell says, “Besides, only the elite club members are invited to such showings as put on by Sir Benedict. Perhaps my daughter will know why you are so familiar.”
Dr. Kell motions for Marina Popov to come over. Miss Popov steps away from the group of rich men in tuxedos.
“I swear,” Dr. Kell says, “If you put an eye patch on him and shaved off that mustache, he would look like that artist, Martin Urfe.”
“It’s a shame Ian Masque couldn’t make it.” Miss Popov says, “Surely he would agree.”
“Ladies,” Dr. Black comes over
“Sir Benedict,” Dr. Kell clearly plays along to Dr. Black’s contorted ruse, “I’m dying to see this final display. I hope it is as good as the ones I would see back home in Germany.”
“We will be revealing all in mere moments.” Dr. Black says exthusiastically, “But first there is someone I am simply dying for Monsieur Brunette to meet.”
Dr. Black leads him over to a stunning blonde beauty, “This is Lorraine Ardoise, one of the news visitors to my elite art show.”
“A pleasure.” Monsieur Brunette kisses her hand.
“Miss Ardoise, this is the genius behind every piece of art you see here.” Dr. Black says
“It’s all so beautiful.” Miss Ardoise smiles up at Monsieur Brunette
“Now,” Dr. Black speaks loudly and clearly, “I would like to show everyone this marvelous piece which will be up for auction.”
With a swift movement Dr. Black removes a dust cover off of a brilliant, tall, sealed vase. Everyone claps politely.
“What’s the catch?” Dr. Kell asks
“Human remains inside.” Dr. Black says bluntly. There is excited chatter in the room.
Monsieur Brunette’s eyes widen and he laughs nervously. To his shock and bemusement, everyone, excluding Miss Ardoise at his side, walk closer to inspect the vase. Miss Ardoise’s face is frozen, expressionless.
“How fresh?” asks Dr. Kell, with an eerie blood lust.
“Does it still slosh back and forth when you move the vase?” asks Miss Popov
“How much for the opening bid?” asks a man with a gold topped cane.
Monsieur Brunette watches in disbelief.
– 8 YEARS AGO – REGINA’S ENTRAPMENT –
In her private sitting room, at Ian Masque’s beautiful Canadian Chateau, Mrs. Virginia Masque sits at her vanity, crying as she combs her hair.
“Is everything alright?” Mrs. Crabtree enters her room
“Oh, Mrs. Crabtree,” Mrs. Masque composes herself, “I’m so sorry. I thought Ian had sent you home.”
“He tried to.” Mrs. Crabtree says, “But the Garage needed to be shoveled out to get the door open. He told me it would be best if I stay the night.”
“I’d like that.” Mrs. Masque says
“Forgive me, miss,” Mrs. Crabtree says, “But I believe you were crying.”
“It’s just a lot of pressure, being lady of the manor.” Mrs. Masque says, “I’m so used to the servant’s life…” Mrs. Masque stops short, “I’m sorry. I hate that word.”
“Servant?” Mrs. Crabtree asks
“It sounds so demeaning.” Mrs. Masque says, “And here I listen to my husband use that word as if it was your name.”
“I am here to serve.” Mrs. Crabtree says
“I don’t love him.” Mrs. Masque covers her mouth the second the words escape her lips, “Forgive me. I did not mean that.”
“Shush now!” Mrs. Crabtree soothes, “How long have you felt this way?”
“I’m frightened.” Mrs. Masque says, “I’m frightened of Dr. Black. I’m frightened of Ian. I just miss Reggie.”
“You will be with him soon.” Mrs. Crabtree says
“Ian is changing me.” Mrs. Masque says, “He is making me become his wife. He is chiseling away every bit of the person I once was and wanted to be.”
“You just have to keep up this ruse until Dr. Black is dead.” Mrs. Crabtree says, “Did you think I could not see the fear in your eyes when Ian kissed you on your wedding day.”
“I just want to still be the person I am right now when I return home to my real husband, Reginald!” Mrs. Masque weeps into the housekeeper’s shoulder.
– 8 YEARS AGO – LORRAINE’S ESCAPE –
“Please!” Miss Ardoise screams in fear, “I have a daughter.”
Monsieur Brunette enters the Studio to see Dr. Hugh Black holding the fruit knife on Miss Ardoise.
“It seems I made a poor judgment call.” Dr. Black says, “She didn’t enjoy your little art show.”
“Please, let me go!” Miss Ardoise screams in fear.
“Brunette,” Dr. Black says, “Why don’t you do the honors. Now that you know what our gallery showings are like, you can be as creative as you wish.”
Dr. Black drops the knife on the floor and leaves the two alone.
“Stay away from me!” Miss Ardoise grabs the Knife, “Stay back!”
“I’m not going to hurt you!” Monsieur Brunette says, “I’m not a killer.”
“You killed whoever was in that vase!” Miss Ardoise says
“Lorraine,” Monsieur Brunette says soothingly, “I’m just as terrified of Dr. Black as you are, if not more.”
“Dr. Black?” Miss Ardoise says, “Who is Dr. Black?”
“This man!” Monsieur Brunette says, “Sir Benedict Black is his father. He has been pretending to be him for my entire duration here.”
“Why are you working here?” Miss Ardoise lowers the Knife
“My real name isn’t Brunette.” Monsieur Brunette admits, “It’s not Martin Urfe either.”
“Who are you?” Miss Ardoise raises the Knife after.
“My name is Timothy Brown.” Monsieur Brunette says, “My brother is a goddamn police inspector for Scotland Yard. Once Dr. Black found out he has been trying to find a way to send me to jail. It started when I was caught selling him a fake Manet when I was Martin Urfe. He took a liking to my shady character and invited me over for poker nights. It wasn’t long before I realized they were not just after a quick buck like I was.”
“What were they after?” asks Miss Ardoise
“They were a business. Organized crime.” Monsieur Brunette says, “Dr. Black has a friend that’s a hitman, a twisted lawyer, and foreign power. Dr. Julia Kell is a German Psychiatrist, believed to have been affiliated with Nazis.” Monsieur Brunette takes a breath, “Miss Popov may be young, but her mother is Dr. Kell and her father is a powerful Russian mob moss.”
“Jesus,” Miss Ardoise covers her mouth with one hand and sets the Knife down.
“He has connections in China from a man named Lawrence Lavender.” Monsieur Brunette goes on, “His family are personal friends with the Royal Azure Family of Africa.”
“They are powerful.” Miss Ardoise says
“The worst part is,” Monsieur Brunette says, “I finally know why he is pretending to be his father.”
“Why?” asks Miss Ardoise
“He wants to get rid of me, and he wants to get rid of his father.” Monsieur Brunette says, “He wants his father to be accused of the murderous art here and he wants to take me down too. I didn’t realize it until this morning.”
“You have to get out of here.” Miss Ardoise says
“No,” Monsieur Brunette says, “You need to get out of here. I can handle Dr. Black.”
“Please,” Miss Ardoise says, “Come with me.”
“Take the Knife and leave.” Monsieur Brunette says, “Get out of this house and get off the grounds. Get as far away from this place as you can. Don’t come looking for anyone.”
“Thank you.” Miss Ardoise embraces Monsieur Brunette before hurrying over to the windows and unlocking them.
– 8 YEARS AGO – REGINA’S SUICIDE –
Mr. Ash finishes polishing the silver in the Dining Room.
“You were talking to Regina.” Mrs. White says entering from the Kitchen
“I told you,” Mr. Ash says, “Your mind is starting to fail you.”
“Don’t patronize me!” Mrs. White says, “What the hell is going on? How can someone just commit suicide and be buried over night without so much as a coroner’s report?”
“It’s quite simple.” Mr. Ash says, “We simply don’t ask questions. Now run along and tidy up the Kitchen before bedtime.”
Mrs. White crosses her arms.
“Oh, and if you would be so kind,” Mr. Ash locks up the cabinet, “Please stop bringing up Regina’s suicide.”
“I am sorry, Reggie,” Mrs. White lowers her head as Mr. Ash leaves the room.
Mrs. White reenters the Kitchen.
“You over cooked the damn beef again.” Mr. Winslow White grumbles from the Kitchen table.
“I’m so sorry,” Mrs. White says, “I’ve just had a lot on my mind today.”
“What’s a woman good for if she can’t cook a decent meal?” Mr. White finishes his beer.
Mrs. White grips the counter with white knuckles. She suppresses her anger and takes a deep breath, “If you don’t like it, you can fix it yourself.”
“Did you learn that from one of your magazines?” Mr. White laughs, “Telling your man to cook his own bloody meals.”
“I don’t like it when you drink, Winslow.” Mrs. White says as he stands up from his chair
“I don’t like the way you cook.” Mr. White gets close to her face
Mrs. White coughs slightly at the smell of the alcohol on his breath. Mrs. White steps away from him and takes his plate to the sink. Rusty Naylor enters through the back door.
“Evening, Blanche, Winslow,” Rusty tips his cap to the two
“What is this queer fellow doing in here?” Mr. White removes the bottle cap of another beer.
“It’s rather rainy outside,” Rusty says in a soft, meek voice, “I was hoping to stay inside for a bit.”
“Winslow, please,” Mrs. White says realizing that Mr. White has taken another beer.
“Please?” Mr. White slams the bottle down on the counter, shattering it. Foamy beer and glass hit the floor.
“Please,” Rusty says, “There is no need for coarse behavior.”
Mr. White grabs Mrs. White’s arm roughly, “You do not tell me what to do. I am not yours to command.”
“Please you are hurting me!” Mrs. White says
“Let her go!” Rusty says
“I won’t have any from you.” Mr. White release his wife and lunges for Rusty. In one swift move Mrs. White snatches a Carving Knife and plunges it into Mr. White’s back.
Mrs. White lets out a scream followed by tears.
“Mrs. White!” Rusty says in shock, “What have you done.”
“We… we have to bury him, Rusty.” Mrs. White sniffles, wiping away her tears, “The ground is moist and soft. Just dig.”
“Mrs. White, how can someone just commit a murder and bury the body over night without anyone even paying notice?”
“It’s quite simple.” Mrs. White pants heavilly, “We simply hope they don’t ask questions.”
– 8 YEARS AGO – THE LADY IN RED –
Monsieur Brunette stands in his bedroom in the Mediterranean Villa. He has a fully packed suitcase in his left hand. He takes one final look around his room and descends down the dark, moonlight hallway. He reaches the top of the stairs and looks over the Long Gallery. The room lights up as Monsieur Brunette begins to descend. Dr. Hugh Black stands at the lightswitch next to Dr. Julia Kell and Miss Marina Popov.
“So it really was Martin Urfe after all.” Dr. Kell laughs
“I’m leaving here.” Monsieur Brunette says
“You are going to jail.” Dr. Black says
“I didn’t kill that dead whore and you know it.” Monsieur Brunette shouts
“Dead whore?” Miss Popov asks
“Alphonse,” Dr. Black says, “You are mistaken.”
Dr. Black walks over to a pair of closed curtains over where a large canvas can be displayed. With a swift tug of the rope, the curtains open, revealing the most macabre, grisly sight you could even visualize.
The suitcase falls from Monsieur Brunette’s hand and tumbles down the remain stairs as he recognizes the mutilated corpse, pinned up on the canvas.
“Lorraine…” Monsieur Brunette says
Dr. Black withdraws the bloody Fruit Knife from his pocket, “I call it, The Lady in Red.”
Monsieur Brunette continues to make eye contact with Lorraine Ardoise’s tortured corpse until Dr. Black closes the curtains again. He hands the fruit knife to Dr. Kell.
“Dispose of it.” Dr. Black says, “We need no evidence when the police find him here like this.”
Monsieur Brunette is motionless on his knees. He watches blood form on the marble and seep from around the curtain.
– 5 YEARS AGO – THE DIVERSION –
“Father, he’ll kill you.” Dr. Black says from armchair of the Study.
“I don’t know why this bastard thinks I’m the man who set him up.” Sir Benedict Black IV says from behind the desk.
“I wouldn’t propose this unless I was certain this is the only way to go,” Dr. Black takes a deep breath, “We need to fake your death.”
“What?” Sir Benedict is appalled by the notion.
“We will move you into the attic and fix up a beautiful apartment.” Dr. Black says, “I will pay for the finest nurses and even your own personal maid. She can keep you company when she isn’t assisting Mrs. White with household chores.”
“You are mad!” Sir Benedict says, “Just like your sister, you are barking mad!”
“Father,” Dr. Black says, “If we don’t fake your death, we will be dealing with your actual death. Brunette broke out of prison after only three years of his life sentence. Why they didn’t hang him, I’ll never know.”
“What about Blackwell Grange?” asks Sir Benedict, “This place is my home! It’s my legacy.”
“It is going to be passed down to me one day or another.” Dr. Black says, “I will keep you safe. You will be alive within the walls of this mansion.”
“What about the gardens?” asks Sir Benedict, “Am I to be locked away in the attic until I die pale, weak, and feeble?”
“We will work out the details soon.” Dr. Black says, “I just need to know if we are in agreement?”
“Your certain he’ll kill me?” asks Sir Benedict
“Without a second thought.” Dr. Black says
– 2 DAYS AGO – A VENGEFUL AMBITION –
Dr. Hugh Black comes to on the floor of the Study. He sees the Candlestick by his side. He reaches up and touches his head. A large bruise has formed where the Candlestick attacked him.
“Peter!” Dr. Black growls. He stands up and charges out into the Hall. The sound of lightning startles Dr. Black as he pushes into the Library.
“Yvette, have you seen my brother?” asks Dr. Black
Yvette is poking at the wood in the fireplace with the Fireplace Poker.
“No I haven’t.” Yvette says half ignoring Dr. Black
“He tried to kill me!” Dr. Black says, “He must be stopped!”
“Is fratricide considered to be of greater concern than the slow poisoning of one’s father?” asks Yvette
“What do you mean?” asks Dr. Black
“Nurse Silver and I are in complete agreement.” Yvette says, “You are murdering your father.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Dr. Black says
“Sir Benedict has been nothing but kind to me.” Yvette says, “I’m starting to learn an awful lot about your own involvement in my mother’s murder.”
“That was my father.” Dr. Black says, “He was in the Mediterranean with Brunette.”
Yvette swings the Fireplace Poker at his head and knocks him to the hearth rug.
“If you are going to lie about it, at least come up with a better lie!” Yvette says furiously
“Please,” Dr. Black begs, trying to get up on his hands and knees, “Think of all the fun we had together.” Dr. Black panics,
“Remember that time in the Stables?”
Yvette pierces him through the spine with the point of the Fireplace Poker.
“I remember.” Yvette says
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.”
To Be Continued In Season 2 “The Murder of Miles Meadow-Brook”…