Episode 15 – “The Past Haunts Our Present”
Previously on the Memoirs of Mayfield: In the Well House, Jessica begins to panic as Sergeant Gray, who is holding her captive, orders her to stay quiet. Inspector Brown interrogates Mrs. White and finds out some interesting movements of the suspects. Mrs. Meadow-Brook is the next to be interrogated when she and Mrs. Black are distracted by Hugh’s body being lead out of the house. Mrs. Meadow-Brook informs Inspector Brown that she had an argument with Miss Peach shortly before the lights went out. Mrs. Meadow-Brook has a flashback of her brother, Thallo Green coming into the Ballroom after Miss Peach left. Mrs. Meadow-Brook orders him to put a hit on her life is she comes near her husband. At the Mayfield County Hospital, Nurse Primrose finds that Colonel Mustard has left the hospital. In the Lounge, Mrs. Peacock is shot at by someone outside. She manages to avoid the butlers with only a grazed arm. Inspector Brown ushers the people in the Lounge to the Hall where Mrs. Peacock announces that she’s changing her will.
-Saturday, April 16, 1949-
-Morning-
The morning sun sends large rays of light between the foggy, gray clouds that still hover over Hampshire. The front of another storm can be seen moving in from the Sea. Several fishing boats are pulling into the bay. Police cars still flock around Tudor Close as officers search the forest that surrounds it.
At the Peacock Residence, Miss Scarlet stands in the Hall twirling her engagement ring around her finger while she talks on the telephone.
“It will be okay.” Miss Scarlet says, “Just keep quiet. No one will ever find out.” The guarding officer at the Peacock Residence comes from the Drawing Room, “I have to go.” She hangs up
“Good morning, miss,” the officer nods
“Must you always follow us around?” asks Miss Scarlet
“I am here to keep you safe.” the officer says
“No one has tried to kill us have they?” Miss Scarlet rolls her eyes
“Your step-mother was almost murdered last night.” the officer says
“Well she wasn’t, was she?” Miss Scarlet huffs, entering the Breakfast Room.
In the Meadow-Brook’s Drawing Room, Mrs. Meadow-Brook cries on the sofa holding a photograph of Jessica Meadow-Brook as Mr. Meadow-Brook talks to a police officer.
“We are terribly sorry,” the officer says
Mr. Meadow-Brook is still bewildered and distant.
In the interrogation room at the Mayfield Divisional Police Department, Inspector Winfield Brown sits across the table from Sergeant Clement Gray. Sergeant Gray’s head is bandaged.
“Help me understand this,” Inspector Brown shouts angrily, “What they hell was a police officer doing with a dead body inside of an abandoned Well House?”
Sergeant Gray closes his eyes.
-FLASHBACK- LAST NIGHT-
“I feel like I’m going to throw up!” Jessica shouts, “My head is throbbing, I need help!”
“Quiet they will hear you!” Sergeant Gray says
“I don’t care who hears me.” Jessica struggles to her feet
“Sit back down!” Sergeant Gray orders
Jessica helps herself along the wall, heading for the door. Sergeant Gray grabs her arm and pulls her back.
“Let go!” Jessica shouts, “HELP!”
“Quiet!” He puts his hand over her mouth. She bites his hand and screams again. Sergeant Gray silences her by tightly holding his hands around her throat.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
“I don’t know what happened.” Sergeant Gray says after a moment of remembering
“I find that hard to believe.” Inspector Brown says, “Did you think you would get away with murdering citizens and officers on our force?”
“The officer is dead?” asks Sergeant Gray
“I think that answers all my questions.” Inspector Brown says, “Clement Gray, you are arrested for the murders of Marcus Citrine, Celeste Curry, Philip Winters, Hugh Black, Drake Marigold, and Jessica Meadow-Brook as well as the kidnapped and assault of Scott Black, Sabata Bronce, and Chandler Weiss.”
At Tudor Close, Mrs. Black comes down the staircase in a long gray nightgown. Police still swarm the mansion with crime scene tape and bagged pieces of evidence. The doorbell rings and Mr. Ash answers it. Mrs. Meadow-Brook comes in and sees Mrs. Black on the stairs.
“We need to talk,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says reaching Sylvia on the stairs. Her eyes are very puffy.
“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Black asks leading her back up to her bedroom. Mrs. Black closes the door as Mrs. Meadow-Brook stands in front of the window.
“Jessica is dead.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says staring out into the harbor.
“What?” asks Mrs. Black sinking into the bed out of shock, “What happened?”
“Apparently the officer Hugh hired to keep everyone safe was a homicidal maniac.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Police think he may have killed your husband and the other people around Hampshire.”
“Oh god,” Mrs. Black says, “This is all my fault. I hit him.”
“What?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook turning from the window to Mrs. Black who is sitting on her bed with her head in her hands.
“Last night we were getting rid of the evidence that tied us to Bryce and Hugh told me he hired an officer. Hugh never used his mind when thinking these things through. If we were going to dump the things in the lake we couldn’t have an officer poking around. I took a Wrench from the Kitchen and knocked him out.” Mrs. Black says biting her lip
“Which means you caused him to lose his mind and kill Jessica.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook fumes
“But I knocked him out last night!” Mrs. Black defends, “People were dying prior to last night!”
“Still, there may have been reasons he was killing people around Hampshire.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Now we’ll always wonder why he did this, because the man has dead brain cells swimming around in his head!”
“I’m so sorry, Jane,” Mrs. Black says
“No you aren’t.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “You never loved her.”
“I loved Jessica with every bit of me.” Mrs. Black says, “Just because she grew up with you doesn’t change the fact that I am her mother!”
At the Green Home, Mr. Thallo Green sits at his Dining Room table counting and pricing the numerous bags of marijuana that cover the table. The back door opens and Jet Black enters.
“I need to talk to you.” Jet says
“Come right in,” Mr. Green says sarcastically, “I assume the money your father is leaving you will be able to help pay me back?”
“What else do you deal besides weed?” asks Jet with anger in his eyes
“Just weed.” Mr. Green says
“Bull shit.” Jet shouts
“Actually no, bull manure isn’t very common in the drug cartel.” Mr. Green says
“Do you sell heroin?” asks Jet angrily
“Jet,” Mr. Green turns to him, “I only sell weed. It is not processed and is a plant made by God himself.”
“Well then tell me why my father’s heart pill bottle was filled with pills containing traces of heroin?” Jet asks
“Apparently someone on Ceil Drive has a little drug problem.” Mr. Green says with a shrug
“You are the only one on Ceil Drive with connections!” Jet shouts
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Mr. Green says, “Did you now that about fifteen years ago Colonel Mustard took opium?”
“Did you murder my father so you could get your money?” asks Jet, “Don’t think I don’t know about your little banking scam.”
“As much as I hated your father, I simply didn’t have the time to murder him.” Mr. Green resumes to counting
“Did you have someone murder him for you?” asks Jet
“Jet, I think you need to leave.” Mr. Green says
“I’m not leaving until you tell me.” Jet shouts
“Then you are going to be awfully bored watching me count, price, and weight this shipment.” Mr. Green says
Jet grips onto the paper weight on the table behind him. He quickly swings it at Mr. Green’s head.
Back at Tudor Close, Mrs. Meadow-Brook is fuming over hearing that Mrs. Black caused Sergeant Gray to lose his touch on reality.
“I’m so sorry, Jane,” Mrs. Black says
“No you aren’t.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “You never loved her.”
“I loved Jessica with every bit of me.” Mrs. Black says, “Just because she grew up with you doesn’t change the fact that I am her mother!”
“Is that why you lied all those years?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook asks angrily as she wipes the tears out of her eyes, “All those years you told everyone that she died as a baby?”
“We’ve been over this a million times.” Mrs. Black says, “The only reasons I said that she died was because of Hugh’s drug addicted sister who nearly killed her on those stairs.” Mrs. Black gets up from the bed and puts her hands on Mrs. Meadow-Brook’s shoulders, “It was just luck that people thought Bryce was my son, not my daughter.”
“But she didn’t die that night!” Mrs. Meadow-Brook shouts as tears fall from her face
“Well of course not,” Mrs. Black says, “But in order to let all of this wash away we needed Bryce to be dead.”
“I wasn’t talking about Bryce.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I was talking about Hugh’s sister, Estelle.”
“What do you mean,” Mrs. Black begins to panic
“I know everything about Estelle Black.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says with hatred in her voice, “I think it’s disgusting and the police need to know.”
“No,” Mrs. Black shouts, “Jane, please, you can’t tell anyone. Imagine what people would say about this family. Especially since Jet fancied Jessica.”
“What can I say?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook rolls her eyes, “Incest runs in the family.”
At the Peacock Residence, Mrs. Peacock exits the Breakfast Room. Her arm is in a sling and she looks very tired.
“Get much sleep?” the guarding officer asks
“Hardly.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Would it be unorthodox of me to carry my pistol in my purse?”
“Do you have a firearm license?” asks the officer
“Yes,” Mrs. Peacock says
“Then I don’t see the problem.” The officer says with a smile
The telephone rings.
“Hello?” Mrs. Peacock answers, “It’s for you.” She hands it to the officer
“Yes?” he answers, “Thank God.” He sighs in relief, “Yes, thank you so much for telling us.” He hangs up, “That was the police department. The killer has been caught. It was a guard that Hugh Black hired to keep an eye on everything.”
“I’m safe?” asks Mrs. Peacock in a moment of disbelief,
“Yes,” he hugs her tightly, “I’m so happy for you.”
“This calls for a celebration!” Mrs. Peacock says, “Dinner at my home, tonight.”
“Given all that has happened, perhaps that wouldn’t be wise?” Miss Scarlet says from the top of the stairs where she has been listening.
“Nonsense,” Mrs. Peacock says, “In fact, my school friend, Francesca should be arriving sometime this afternoon. I hope we have enough champagne.” Mrs. Peacock goes to the Cellar.
“Is this safe?” Miss Scarlet asks the officer
“The killer is caught,” the officer says, “Slowly this town will begin to heal.”
At the Hampshire Hospital, Miss Emily Peach enters the waiting room and walks to the front desk.
“I’m here to pick up my father, Algernon Mustard. He is being released today.” Miss Peach says
“Miss Peach,” a tall doctor says, “I regret to inform you that your father isn’t here.”
“What?” Miss Peach asks with confusion, “He has to be here.”
“I’m afraid he left last night.” The doctor says, “His window was open and he was gone.”
“Where could he have gone?” asks Miss Peach
At the First Catholic Church of Hampshire, Colonel Mustard sits in a confessional booth.
“Bless me, father, for I have sinned.” Colonel Mustard sighs
“Go ahead my child,” the priest says
“I’ve done so many things I’m not proud of.” Colonel Mustard says, “I feel what I have done has helped many, but in turn has hurt others. Things always seem to get out of control for me. I try my best to cope with the feelings of loss and hurt but I find that I turn to alcohol. That only brings out the demons inside of me.”
“What did you do?” asks the priest
“He was my best friend for years,” Colonel Mustard says, “We would play golf, tennis, we’d exchange life stories, and discuss failed romances.”
“I’m sure he will forgive you for whatever wrong you may have done to him.” The priest says
“I stabbed him in the back.” Colonel Mustard says
“All friend back stab each other from one time to another,” the priest says
“No,” Colonel Mustard gives a nervous laugh, “I took a knife and plunged it into his living breathing body.”
“Sweet Jesus,” the priest gasps, “You murdered him?”
“It would appear.” Colonel Mustard says, “Even though it’s been years and I served my time, I still feel the guilt.”
“I…” the priest is lost for words, “I think guilt is something that we learn to deal with.”
“It’s just that when I left this town years ago, people figured I was looking for a better life, not paying the price for murder.” Colonel Mustard says, “Seeing how this town is suffering from murder once more, I fear the ghosts of so many years ago are coming back to haunt me.”
At the Meadow-Brook Home, Miss Ecru serves Mr. Meadow-Brook his morning coffee and toast.
“Mr. Meadow-Brook,” Miss Ecru frowns, “I’m terribly sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you, Miss Ecru,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“I can’t imagine the pain that your wife is feeling.” Miss Ecru says
“Join me for breakfast, Miss Ecru.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “I feel it’s time you should know more about Jessica.”
Miss Ecru gingerly sits down next to Mr. Meadow-Brook and pours herself a cup of coffee, “This is awfully generous of you.”
“Today is a day where we are all equal.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“What is it you wanted to say about Jessica?” asks Miss Ecru
“She might not be my daughter.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “But she most certainly isn’t Jane’s daughter.”
“Oh?” Miss Ecru is confused
“Seventeen years ago I had an affair with Sylvia Black.” Mr. Meadow-Brook sips his coffee, “Sylvia became pregnant; much like Emily is now.”
“A repeated cycle?” Miss Ecru asks
“So it seems.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “Something happened with Hugh’s sister so Sylvia and Thallo Green, Jane's estranged half-brother, brought us a two year old girl. We named her Jessica and raised her as it nothing had happened.”
“So is her death may be tied in with the murders of Hugh Black and Celeste Curry?” asks Miss Ecru
“That very well may be true. You see, Jessica looks nothing like me.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “She looks like Hugh.”
“Hugh and Sylvia may’ve been her biological parents?” asks Miss Ecru
Mr. Meadow-Brook frowns as his hands begin to shake. Miss Ecru puts her small hand on his. For a brief moment their eyes meet. Miss Ecru notices the emptiness and sorrow in Mr. Meadow-Brook’s eyes. Miss Ecru realizes what this may lead to.
“I should probably get to the market before the storm rolls in.” Miss Ecru calmly excuses herself
“Don’t leave,” Mr. Meadow-Brook stands up, blocking her from leaving, “I need someone to talk to.”
“Mr. Meadow-Brook,” Miss Ecru says, “I need to get to the store. Please move.”
Back at the Mayfield Divisional Police Department, Inspector Brown sits behind his desk drawing out a chart of the movements at Tudor Close last night. Officer Pyrite enters the room with a file.
“I did research on Estelle Black,” Officer Pyrite says, “You aren’t going to believe this.”
He drops the file on Inspector Browns chart.
“This better be good.” Inspector Brown opens it.
Officer Pyrite crosses his arms and smiles, “Just read it.”
Inspector Brown scans over it and his eyes stop on the bottom section, “I’ll be damned.”
“I told you,” Officer Pyrite says
“Estelle Black and Celeste Curry are one and the same.” Inspector Brown says dropping the file on the desk, “This changes a lot.”
-Saturday, April 16, 1949-
-Morning-
The morning sun sends large rays of light between the foggy, gray clouds that still hover over Hampshire. The front of another storm can be seen moving in from the Sea. Several fishing boats are pulling into the bay. Police cars still flock around Tudor Close as officers search the forest that surrounds it.
At the Peacock Residence, Miss Scarlet stands in the Hall twirling her engagement ring around her finger while she talks on the telephone.
“It will be okay.” Miss Scarlet says, “Just keep quiet. No one will ever find out.” The guarding officer at the Peacock Residence comes from the Drawing Room, “I have to go.” She hangs up
“Good morning, miss,” the officer nods
“Must you always follow us around?” asks Miss Scarlet
“I am here to keep you safe.” the officer says
“No one has tried to kill us have they?” Miss Scarlet rolls her eyes
“Your step-mother was almost murdered last night.” the officer says
“Well she wasn’t, was she?” Miss Scarlet huffs, entering the Breakfast Room.
In the Meadow-Brook’s Drawing Room, Mrs. Meadow-Brook cries on the sofa holding a photograph of Jessica Meadow-Brook as Mr. Meadow-Brook talks to a police officer.
“We are terribly sorry,” the officer says
Mr. Meadow-Brook is still bewildered and distant.
In the interrogation room at the Mayfield Divisional Police Department, Inspector Winfield Brown sits across the table from Sergeant Clement Gray. Sergeant Gray’s head is bandaged.
“Help me understand this,” Inspector Brown shouts angrily, “What they hell was a police officer doing with a dead body inside of an abandoned Well House?”
Sergeant Gray closes his eyes.
-FLASHBACK- LAST NIGHT-
“I feel like I’m going to throw up!” Jessica shouts, “My head is throbbing, I need help!”
“Quiet they will hear you!” Sergeant Gray says
“I don’t care who hears me.” Jessica struggles to her feet
“Sit back down!” Sergeant Gray orders
Jessica helps herself along the wall, heading for the door. Sergeant Gray grabs her arm and pulls her back.
“Let go!” Jessica shouts, “HELP!”
“Quiet!” He puts his hand over her mouth. She bites his hand and screams again. Sergeant Gray silences her by tightly holding his hands around her throat.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
“I don’t know what happened.” Sergeant Gray says after a moment of remembering
“I find that hard to believe.” Inspector Brown says, “Did you think you would get away with murdering citizens and officers on our force?”
“The officer is dead?” asks Sergeant Gray
“I think that answers all my questions.” Inspector Brown says, “Clement Gray, you are arrested for the murders of Marcus Citrine, Celeste Curry, Philip Winters, Hugh Black, Drake Marigold, and Jessica Meadow-Brook as well as the kidnapped and assault of Scott Black, Sabata Bronce, and Chandler Weiss.”
At Tudor Close, Mrs. Black comes down the staircase in a long gray nightgown. Police still swarm the mansion with crime scene tape and bagged pieces of evidence. The doorbell rings and Mr. Ash answers it. Mrs. Meadow-Brook comes in and sees Mrs. Black on the stairs.
“We need to talk,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says reaching Sylvia on the stairs. Her eyes are very puffy.
“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Black asks leading her back up to her bedroom. Mrs. Black closes the door as Mrs. Meadow-Brook stands in front of the window.
“Jessica is dead.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says staring out into the harbor.
“What?” asks Mrs. Black sinking into the bed out of shock, “What happened?”
“Apparently the officer Hugh hired to keep everyone safe was a homicidal maniac.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Police think he may have killed your husband and the other people around Hampshire.”
“Oh god,” Mrs. Black says, “This is all my fault. I hit him.”
“What?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook turning from the window to Mrs. Black who is sitting on her bed with her head in her hands.
“Last night we were getting rid of the evidence that tied us to Bryce and Hugh told me he hired an officer. Hugh never used his mind when thinking these things through. If we were going to dump the things in the lake we couldn’t have an officer poking around. I took a Wrench from the Kitchen and knocked him out.” Mrs. Black says biting her lip
“Which means you caused him to lose his mind and kill Jessica.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook fumes
“But I knocked him out last night!” Mrs. Black defends, “People were dying prior to last night!”
“Still, there may have been reasons he was killing people around Hampshire.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Now we’ll always wonder why he did this, because the man has dead brain cells swimming around in his head!”
“I’m so sorry, Jane,” Mrs. Black says
“No you aren’t.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “You never loved her.”
“I loved Jessica with every bit of me.” Mrs. Black says, “Just because she grew up with you doesn’t change the fact that I am her mother!”
At the Green Home, Mr. Thallo Green sits at his Dining Room table counting and pricing the numerous bags of marijuana that cover the table. The back door opens and Jet Black enters.
“I need to talk to you.” Jet says
“Come right in,” Mr. Green says sarcastically, “I assume the money your father is leaving you will be able to help pay me back?”
“What else do you deal besides weed?” asks Jet with anger in his eyes
“Just weed.” Mr. Green says
“Bull shit.” Jet shouts
“Actually no, bull manure isn’t very common in the drug cartel.” Mr. Green says
“Do you sell heroin?” asks Jet angrily
“Jet,” Mr. Green turns to him, “I only sell weed. It is not processed and is a plant made by God himself.”
“Well then tell me why my father’s heart pill bottle was filled with pills containing traces of heroin?” Jet asks
“Apparently someone on Ceil Drive has a little drug problem.” Mr. Green says with a shrug
“You are the only one on Ceil Drive with connections!” Jet shouts
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Mr. Green says, “Did you now that about fifteen years ago Colonel Mustard took opium?”
“Did you murder my father so you could get your money?” asks Jet, “Don’t think I don’t know about your little banking scam.”
“As much as I hated your father, I simply didn’t have the time to murder him.” Mr. Green resumes to counting
“Did you have someone murder him for you?” asks Jet
“Jet, I think you need to leave.” Mr. Green says
“I’m not leaving until you tell me.” Jet shouts
“Then you are going to be awfully bored watching me count, price, and weight this shipment.” Mr. Green says
Jet grips onto the paper weight on the table behind him. He quickly swings it at Mr. Green’s head.
Back at Tudor Close, Mrs. Meadow-Brook is fuming over hearing that Mrs. Black caused Sergeant Gray to lose his touch on reality.
“I’m so sorry, Jane,” Mrs. Black says
“No you aren’t.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “You never loved her.”
“I loved Jessica with every bit of me.” Mrs. Black says, “Just because she grew up with you doesn’t change the fact that I am her mother!”
“Is that why you lied all those years?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook asks angrily as she wipes the tears out of her eyes, “All those years you told everyone that she died as a baby?”
“We’ve been over this a million times.” Mrs. Black says, “The only reasons I said that she died was because of Hugh’s drug addicted sister who nearly killed her on those stairs.” Mrs. Black gets up from the bed and puts her hands on Mrs. Meadow-Brook’s shoulders, “It was just luck that people thought Bryce was my son, not my daughter.”
“But she didn’t die that night!” Mrs. Meadow-Brook shouts as tears fall from her face
“Well of course not,” Mrs. Black says, “But in order to let all of this wash away we needed Bryce to be dead.”
“I wasn’t talking about Bryce.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I was talking about Hugh’s sister, Estelle.”
“What do you mean,” Mrs. Black begins to panic
“I know everything about Estelle Black.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says with hatred in her voice, “I think it’s disgusting and the police need to know.”
“No,” Mrs. Black shouts, “Jane, please, you can’t tell anyone. Imagine what people would say about this family. Especially since Jet fancied Jessica.”
“What can I say?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook rolls her eyes, “Incest runs in the family.”
At the Peacock Residence, Mrs. Peacock exits the Breakfast Room. Her arm is in a sling and she looks very tired.
“Get much sleep?” the guarding officer asks
“Hardly.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Would it be unorthodox of me to carry my pistol in my purse?”
“Do you have a firearm license?” asks the officer
“Yes,” Mrs. Peacock says
“Then I don’t see the problem.” The officer says with a smile
The telephone rings.
“Hello?” Mrs. Peacock answers, “It’s for you.” She hands it to the officer
“Yes?” he answers, “Thank God.” He sighs in relief, “Yes, thank you so much for telling us.” He hangs up, “That was the police department. The killer has been caught. It was a guard that Hugh Black hired to keep an eye on everything.”
“I’m safe?” asks Mrs. Peacock in a moment of disbelief,
“Yes,” he hugs her tightly, “I’m so happy for you.”
“This calls for a celebration!” Mrs. Peacock says, “Dinner at my home, tonight.”
“Given all that has happened, perhaps that wouldn’t be wise?” Miss Scarlet says from the top of the stairs where she has been listening.
“Nonsense,” Mrs. Peacock says, “In fact, my school friend, Francesca should be arriving sometime this afternoon. I hope we have enough champagne.” Mrs. Peacock goes to the Cellar.
“Is this safe?” Miss Scarlet asks the officer
“The killer is caught,” the officer says, “Slowly this town will begin to heal.”
At the Hampshire Hospital, Miss Emily Peach enters the waiting room and walks to the front desk.
“I’m here to pick up my father, Algernon Mustard. He is being released today.” Miss Peach says
“Miss Peach,” a tall doctor says, “I regret to inform you that your father isn’t here.”
“What?” Miss Peach asks with confusion, “He has to be here.”
“I’m afraid he left last night.” The doctor says, “His window was open and he was gone.”
“Where could he have gone?” asks Miss Peach
At the First Catholic Church of Hampshire, Colonel Mustard sits in a confessional booth.
“Bless me, father, for I have sinned.” Colonel Mustard sighs
“Go ahead my child,” the priest says
“I’ve done so many things I’m not proud of.” Colonel Mustard says, “I feel what I have done has helped many, but in turn has hurt others. Things always seem to get out of control for me. I try my best to cope with the feelings of loss and hurt but I find that I turn to alcohol. That only brings out the demons inside of me.”
“What did you do?” asks the priest
“He was my best friend for years,” Colonel Mustard says, “We would play golf, tennis, we’d exchange life stories, and discuss failed romances.”
“I’m sure he will forgive you for whatever wrong you may have done to him.” The priest says
“I stabbed him in the back.” Colonel Mustard says
“All friend back stab each other from one time to another,” the priest says
“No,” Colonel Mustard gives a nervous laugh, “I took a knife and plunged it into his living breathing body.”
“Sweet Jesus,” the priest gasps, “You murdered him?”
“It would appear.” Colonel Mustard says, “Even though it’s been years and I served my time, I still feel the guilt.”
“I…” the priest is lost for words, “I think guilt is something that we learn to deal with.”
“It’s just that when I left this town years ago, people figured I was looking for a better life, not paying the price for murder.” Colonel Mustard says, “Seeing how this town is suffering from murder once more, I fear the ghosts of so many years ago are coming back to haunt me.”
At the Meadow-Brook Home, Miss Ecru serves Mr. Meadow-Brook his morning coffee and toast.
“Mr. Meadow-Brook,” Miss Ecru frowns, “I’m terribly sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you, Miss Ecru,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“I can’t imagine the pain that your wife is feeling.” Miss Ecru says
“Join me for breakfast, Miss Ecru.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “I feel it’s time you should know more about Jessica.”
Miss Ecru gingerly sits down next to Mr. Meadow-Brook and pours herself a cup of coffee, “This is awfully generous of you.”
“Today is a day where we are all equal.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“What is it you wanted to say about Jessica?” asks Miss Ecru
“She might not be my daughter.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “But she most certainly isn’t Jane’s daughter.”
“Oh?” Miss Ecru is confused
“Seventeen years ago I had an affair with Sylvia Black.” Mr. Meadow-Brook sips his coffee, “Sylvia became pregnant; much like Emily is now.”
“A repeated cycle?” Miss Ecru asks
“So it seems.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “Something happened with Hugh’s sister so Sylvia and Thallo Green, Jane's estranged half-brother, brought us a two year old girl. We named her Jessica and raised her as it nothing had happened.”
“So is her death may be tied in with the murders of Hugh Black and Celeste Curry?” asks Miss Ecru
“That very well may be true. You see, Jessica looks nothing like me.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “She looks like Hugh.”
“Hugh and Sylvia may’ve been her biological parents?” asks Miss Ecru
Mr. Meadow-Brook frowns as his hands begin to shake. Miss Ecru puts her small hand on his. For a brief moment their eyes meet. Miss Ecru notices the emptiness and sorrow in Mr. Meadow-Brook’s eyes. Miss Ecru realizes what this may lead to.
“I should probably get to the market before the storm rolls in.” Miss Ecru calmly excuses herself
“Don’t leave,” Mr. Meadow-Brook stands up, blocking her from leaving, “I need someone to talk to.”
“Mr. Meadow-Brook,” Miss Ecru says, “I need to get to the store. Please move.”
Back at the Mayfield Divisional Police Department, Inspector Brown sits behind his desk drawing out a chart of the movements at Tudor Close last night. Officer Pyrite enters the room with a file.
“I did research on Estelle Black,” Officer Pyrite says, “You aren’t going to believe this.”
He drops the file on Inspector Browns chart.
“This better be good.” Inspector Brown opens it.
Officer Pyrite crosses his arms and smiles, “Just read it.”
Inspector Brown scans over it and his eyes stop on the bottom section, “I’ll be damned.”
“I told you,” Officer Pyrite says
“Estelle Black and Celeste Curry are one and the same.” Inspector Brown says dropping the file on the desk, “This changes a lot.”