Episode 27 – “Ransoms, Hostages, and Dysfunction” Part 2
Previously on the Memoirs of Mayfield: Jane Meadow-Brook, Sylvia Black, Jet Black, and John Boddy discuss the seemingly endless battle between Bradford and them. They ponder their choices and realize that Bradford has to die. Bradford overhears them plotting and announces the creation of Plan C which results in Scott’s death. Jet attacks Bradford which proves futile when John tells Jet they need him alive. Bradford offers them a choice: kill him and hope for the best or let him call Mrs. Peacock which will result in Scott’s death. When Percival threatens to tell the police about his mother murdering his Aunt Lillian she informs him that Lillian was very much alive until quite recently. Inspector Brown and Commissioner Forest arrive on the scene of the Sister Camille Silver’s murder where she was hit with a hammer and left to die in the garage with the ignition left on. Mrs. Peacock tells Monsieur Brunette to take Scott to Ravenhurst Hall alone since he has a better chance at not being caught by the police. She is dropped off at a large country house in the middle of France. Emily Peach’s sister, Georgia has a talk with Dr. Olive, a doctor at the sanitarium, who is informed that their mother killed herself after murdering Georgia’s father after he raped young Emily years ago. Miss Emily Peach manages to escape form the sanitarium and makes her way to Dr. Olive’s office where she kills a guard and holds her sister and Dr. Olive at gun point…
--Wednesday, April 20, 1949; 10.00 am-
Miss Georgia Peach’s eyes are flooding with tears as she watches her younger sister point the revolver in her face.
“Part of me wanted to believe that there was some sort of mistake.” Georgia says through tears, “I couldn’t believe my sister held four people hostage.”
“Shut up!” Emily says, “You don’t know me!”
“Emily,” Dr. Olive says, “Put down the gun please.”
“Go to hell!” Emily says forcing the gun closer to her sister, “So you had to follow me didn’t you? I told you I found my birth father and he was in England so you tailed me here?”
“I just wanted to protect you.” Georgia says
“From the truth?” Emily says, “That is complete bull!”
“I wanted to be there in case he rejected you.” Georgia says as tears continue to stream down her face
“I was rejected!” Emily says, “Then again by Chandler! Where were you?”
“I couldn’t find you!” Georgia says, “I made it to Mayfield but I spent most of my time in Port Wells thinking you were there.”
“Then how did you happen to stumble to Dark Hill Sanitarium.” asks Emily shoving the gun in her sister’s face
“Aunt Ida heard from Dr. Olive and she told me.” Georgia says, “Please, I can help you.”
“You can’t help me!” Georgia says, “Only my new friend can help me.”
“Friend?” Dr. Olive asks
Emily cautiously unlocks the door and opens it as Former Sergeant Clement Gray enters the room.
“I didn’t do it.” He says motioning to the guard
“Of course not, sugar.” Emily says forcing him into the room and relocking the door.
“Please, Emily.” Georgia says, “You have to let us help you.”
“Clement,” Emily says, “Do we need any help.”
Clement Gray shakes his head, “I used to be a police officer.”
“Until your little accident.” Dr. Olive says soothingly as he tries to control both of the mentally unstable patients that are holding them hostage.
There is a knock at the door.
“Tell them everything is okay.” Emily says as Clement begins to panic
“Everything is fine in here.” Dr. Olive says
“Sir, there is a dead body out here.” A voice says from the other side of the door.
“Tell him to enter the room slowly.” Emily says unlocking the door.
“Enter the room slowly.” Dr. Olive repeats
The man opens the door and appears to be none other than Inspector Brown.
“Oh bloody hell.” Inspector Brown says as Emily pushes him into the room and locks the door.
“No one else is coming in!” Emily says, “Now, we need to have a little chat.”
In Paris, Mrs. Peacock approaches the side door of the Country Home. She knocks on the door politely as she fixes her dirty skirt.
“Hello,” she smiles as a busty French maid answers the door, “May I use your telephone?”
“Excusez-moi?” the maid is puzzled by her words
“Oh blast, I should have paid attention to Alphonse’s French,” Mrs. Peacock says half to herself as she thinks, “Puis-je utiliser votre telephone?”
“Oui,” the maid smiles, “Le droit de cette facon!”
“Merci.” Mrs. Peacock says as she is lead into a small elegant Parlor. She sighs as the maid supervises her, gently twisting her apron cord, “Oh how I wish you spoke English. I would tell you how sorry I am that I have to do this.”
The maid is confused by Mrs. Peacock’s foreign words. Mrs. Peacock motions to the telephone and the maid comes over with a look of puzzled concern. Mrs. Peacock points to the telephone flex and the young blonde woman bends over to examine it. Mrs. Peacock takes a deep breath and throttles the maid with the telephone flex. She continues this until she ultimately succeeds in murdering the unsuspecting woman. She then dials a number.
“Connect me to the police nationale, preferably to someone who speaks English.” Mrs. Peacock waits a moment, “Yes, would you deliver word to the Mayfield Divisional Police Department that Penelope Peacock called and is pissed beyond belief for the stunt he pulled?” she asks
“Where are you?” the frantic voice asks in a slightly French accent
“Give him the message.” Mrs. Peacock says hanging up.
Back at the Sanitarium, Clement Gray scratches his heavily bandaged head as he watches the revolver sway with each word Emily says.
“I actually only have a few questions to ask.” Inspector Brown says
“Excuse me?” Emily says, “I have the gun, I’ll ask the questions.”
“Emily, if you kill me you will only make things worse for yourself and Clement.” Inspector Brown says, “If you hand me the gun and both of you answer some questions for me I’ll pretend like this little incident never happened.”
“How dumb do you think I am?” Emily asks, “I’m not mentally challenged! I faked it so I could get in here and get Clement’s help.” She flirtatiously runs her hand up his arm, “He’s a big strong man willing to protect me.”
“Or to use at your disposal.” Georgia says bitterly
“I am coming very close to putting a bullet right between your pretty blue eyes.” Emily says grinding her teeth as the gun lurches closer to her sister.
“Emily,” Inspector Brown says, “I need to ask you a question and then you are free to go. You can leave here and lock us in. By the time we are rescued you and Clement will be long gone.”
“Once again I reiterate: I’m not mentally challenged! I know that there are people watching downstairs with guns.”
“Guns?” Clement begins to panic more.
“Not if we’re careful, sugar.” Emily winks at him to calm him. She loses her sweet façade and hounds Brown, Georgia, and Olive again, “If you think I’m stupid enough to listen to you or answer a few questions so that I will let my guard down then you are as crazy as the people you lock up in here.”
“What do you want from us?” Inspector Brown cooperates
Emily smiles
In the Conservatory of Tudor Close, Mrs. Meadow-Brook mops up the water spills on the floor near and under the fountain when Mr. Ash enters the room. He sees Sylvia and Jet rearranging the furniture. John Boddy and Bradford Black are not in the room.
“I heard a lot of commotion in here.” Mr. Ash says
“Just a little mess, that’s all.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says putting the mop in the bucket, “The fountain started leaking. Could you take this to the tool shed?” she hands him the piece of Lead Piping as he notices a bit of sticky red substance wiping off onto his hand.
“Do you know where Sir Bradford is?” asks Mr. Ash
“Haven’t seen him,” Mrs. Black lies, “He went out earlier.”
At the top of the ravine Mr. John Boddy watches as the morning birds chirp peacefully in the high trees. He is carrying a metal gasoline can. He quickly pours it down into the ravine onto the damaged remains of Bradford’s Rolls Royce. He then lights a match and drops it into the deep trench. Instantly a wall of flames arises and Mr. Boddy smirks as he leaves the staged accident.
In the Hall of Tudor Close, Mrs. Black, Mrs. Meadow-Brook, and Jet Black exit the Conservatory.
“Well that was a bit more than I’d have hoped for in one morning.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says with a discontent sigh
“Everything is under control.” Jet says, “John is taking care of everything.”
“You’d better hope this new plan works.” Mrs. Black says to her son
“If Bradford can pull random plans, so can we.” Jet says, “Besides, what choice did we have?”
“I’m starting to think we should have brought my brother in on this.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“Mr. Green and I are not on the best of terms.” Mrs. Black clears her throat, “I think it would be wise to carry about like this never happened.”
“Won’t someone be suspicious?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“Everything is taken care of,” John says entering the Mansion through the front door.
“Breakfast is about to be served.” Mrs. Black says plastering on a fake smile, “Let’s go off to the Dining Room.”
In the Garden of the Peacock Residence, Miss Cynthia Scarlet sits next to Chandler Weiss on the stone bench.
“So how long have these… visualizations been happening.” Chandler asks nervously
“They just started last night.” Miss Scarlet says, “They feel so real. It’s hard to decipher what is real and what is illusion.”
“Do you still love me?” asks Chandler
“What?” Miss Scarlet is puzzled
“Do you think it is wise for us to be together again?” Chandler says, “I mean we both know the only reason that we were together to start with was to anger your step mother.”
“Step aunt.” Miss Scarlet corrects
“Legally she is your step mother.” Chandler points out
“I’d rather distance her as much as possible.” Miss Scarlet says, “And to answer your question, I think we are perfect together. I just need to work this one out on my own.”
“Maybe you should see Madame Rose.” Chandler suggests, “She might have some old fashion potion or remedy to help with this.”
“Maybe,” Miss Scarlet says
“Otherwise we might have to see a therapist.” Chandler says
“I’m not crazy.” Miss Scarlet says
At Dark Hill Sanitarium, the air inside of Dr. Olive’s office is humid and full of fear, hatred, and sorrow.
“I’m not crazy.” Emily echoes as if she and Cynthia were in the same room.
“No one said you were,” Dr. Olive says, “Inspector Brown is merely suggesting that you should tell us what you want us to do.”
“I want her to feel the pain I felt.” Emily says grabbing her sister by the hair and dragging her to the floor. Inspector Brown and Dr. Olive sit tight as to not risk anything. Clement shifts his weight from one foot to the other nervously.
“Please, Em,” Georgia moans, “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me how.”
“I want you to be miserable!” Emily shouts, “I want you to feel worthless and alone! I want you to be rejected every time you try to create a relationship.”
“Emily, for the sake of your baby.” Inspector Brown says
“I’m not pregnant!” Emily shouts
“I thought…” Inspector Brown is puzzled
“I made it up so Miles wouldn’t reject me too!” Emily laments, “I have fought tooth and nail to hang on to a relationship and they all fall flat.”
“You need help.” Georgia pleads, “We can get you the proper help you need. No one else needs to suffer.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Emily buries the Revolver in her sister’s shoulder blades, “I want you to feel the betrayal I felt when everyone I loved disappeared.”
“Emily, let her go.” Dr. Olive says walking towards her
Emily points the gun at him, “Stay where you are.”
Clement becomes anxious and begins pacing in small circles.
“Clement stand still!” Emily shouts at him
“We’re gonna get in trouble.” Clement
“Hate to break it to you, sugar, but we are already there.” Emily says pulling the trigger and sending a bullet into the ceiling, “I suggest that everyone simmers down and lets me finish my little story.”
Dr. Olive and Inspector Brown become more tense as the ringing from the gunshot stays in there ears.
“I worked so hard to bring myself to be a happy person. I find love and then you come along and it disappears.” Emily says
“Please.” Georgia begs tearfully as the hot metal of the gun touches the back of her neck.
In the Kitchen of the Peacock Residence, Professor Gregory Plum enters through the back door to see Mrs. Myrtle washing the breakfast dishes.
“Those two are getting along again rather quickly.” Mrs. Myrtle comments
“Yes,” Professor Plum says holding the book he has under his arm, “I’m going to take a quick shower and then would you call the Mayfield Police Department.”
“Oh?” Mrs. Myrtle is curious as she puts a plate onto the drying rack
“I just realized some additional information which might help them find my sister.” Professor Plum says
“Can I ask what it pertains to?” asks Mrs. Myrtle
“It has to do with a conversation she had with Hugh the last time I saw him.” Professor Plum says
“Oh?” Mrs. Myrtle asks again
“I’d rather not go into it with you.” Professor Plum says
“Very well.” Mrs. Myrtle says, “After all, I’m only the housekeeper and it is best that the housekeeper knows as little about the affairs of the owners as possible.
On the Floor of the Country Home in Paris, the eyes of the French maid are glassy. Her curly blonde hair is messy and in her face. Her cheeks are swollen and red as there are tears dripping down her face. Her dead eyes are fixed at the entrance to the Study. She is seemingly staring through the open double doors leading into the Study where Mrs. Peacock is rifling through the drawers. She pulls out a black automatic pistol and a box of bullets from next to it. She loads it and shoves the box of bullets in her purse. She then walks into the Parlor where she steps over the skimpy maid and enters the main hallway of the home and sits in a chair next to the mail table.
“The owners will be in a big surprise when they come home.” She calls out to the dead maid. She positions the gun on the table aiming at the door so that she merely has to pull the trigger.
She notices a shadow against the wall as there is a creak from upstairs. Mrs. Peacock grabs the gun and stands up.
“Yvette,” a small voice calls out, “Yvette!”
An eight-year-old girl with curly brown hair is in her night robe and is sniffling into a hanky as she comes down the step. She lets out a loud piercing scream as she sees Mrs. Peacock holding a gun her the middle of her house.
“Quiet!” Mrs. Peacock shouts, “I guess I picked the wrong house to hide out in.” she says half to herself.
The girl drops her teddy bear on the staircase and backs against the window on the landing in the middle of the stairs. Mrs. Peacock motions for the girl to come down the stairs.
“Do you speak English?” Mrs. Peacock asks
“Little.” The girls says timidly
“Do as I say and you will live.” Mrs. Peacock says
The girl begins to cry as she comes down the stairs to Mrs. Peacock. She glances into the open doorway to the Parlor and screams upon seeing the dead maid.
“If you don’t want to end up like Yvette, do as I say.” Mrs. Peacock says.
The young girl nods silently as Mrs. Peacock opens her purse and pulls out a long coil of rope. She grabs the letter opener from the mail table and slices the rope. She quickly binds the girl’s hands behind her back. She forces her against the bannister and finishes by tying her firmly to it.
“When your parents find you like this tell them that a French man with a thick moustache and tanned skin did this to you.” Mrs. Peacock says describing Monsieur Brunette to the young girl.
In the car about fifteen minutes away from the Country Home, Monsieur Brunette continues to drive down the road. Scott Black sits nervously in the back seat with his hands bound and resting limply on his lap.
“When will she be back?” asks Scott nervously
“You seem to care a lot about the person who kidnapped you.” Monsieur Brunette says
“She’s family.” Scott says
“She murdered your father.” Monsieur Brunette points out
“She told me Miss Thorn killed my father.” Scott says defensively
“You believed her?” asks Monsieur Brunette with a laugh, “If I told you that she was just visiting the people in that country house would you believe me?”
“I don’t know.” Scott says fearfully as he stares out the window, “I don’t know much of anything anymore. Just last week I was thinking how boring my life was. Now I’d give anything to be back in the old boring life.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll soon be back to your old life, but I assure you it won’t be boring.” Monsieur Brunette says with a smirk as he looks over at the gun on the seat next to him.
In the Dining Room of Tudor Close, Mrs. Sylvia Black sits down at the head of the table with breakfast foods on a plate. Mr. John Boddy sits to her right.
“I appreciate everything you’ve done.” Mrs. Black says, “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”
“I half thought you hated me.” Mr. Boddy says
“I did when I thought you were as crooked as Bradford.” Mrs. Black says putting butter on her toast.
“Well it helps to know that everything is fine between us.” Mr. Boddy puts his hand on hers
Mrs. Black is taken back slightly and moves her hand out from under his to continue to butter the piece of toast to the left of the tray.
“I’m sorry.” Mr. Boddy says
“It’s fine.” Mrs. Black says, “I’m just so confused.”
“About what?” Mr. Boddy asks, “Everything is going to be fine.” He senses Sylvia’s impending breakdown, “Scott will be fine.”
“How do you know that?” asks Mrs. Black with tears in her eyes
“Because.” Mr. Boddy says, “I know Bradford and I know that we will get results.”
“You better be right.” Mrs. Black says standing up from the breakfast table. She picks up the tray with the plate of food on it and hands it to John.
“Thank you,” he says standing up and exiting the room with the food. He walks to the Conservatory and walks over to the wild ferns and pushes the wall paneling open and steps into the Secret Passageway. He then goes down the narrow spiral staircase. He reaches the bottom to hear the sounds of gravel crunching beneath his feet, water dripping from the pipes on the passageway ceiling, and the painful moans of Bradford Black who is tied to a large pipe that goes through the floor and up through the ceiling.
“Hello, Bradford.” Mr. Boddy says, “I assume you are going to keep your end of the bargain?”
“You are going to rue the day you crossed me.” Bradford says weakly
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Mr. Boddy says putting the tray next to Bradford, “Here is some breakfast. Find a way to eat it. You’ll have minimal hand movement so I guess you’ll be eating face first. Make it last. You won’t be fed again until tomorrow.”
“So you are just going to let me rot away in here?” asks Bradford
“More or less,” Mr. Boddy says sternly, “You will cooperate with me and tell Mrs. Peacock to bring Scott to Ravenhurst or I will leave you down here to starve.”
“You’ll kill me regardless.” Bradford says
“I plan on peacefully putting a bullet in your head.” Mr. Boddy says, “It’ll be a lot quicker than rotting away for the rodents to enjoy.”
Bradford begins to laugh.
“What could you find funny?” asks Mr. Boddy
“You think you are a big hero?” Bradford says, “Killing the evil to help the good. You are no better than me. You are just as evil and low as I am. You are becoming me and I am just happy to know that one day you’ll be treated the same way I am.”
Mr. Boddy stares at Bradford angrilly.
“Did I upset you?” Bradford asks
Mr. Boddy pulls the tray out of Bradford’s reach, “Enjoy the food.” Mr. Boddy heads back to the Conservatory.
--Wednesday, April 20, 1949; 10.00 am-
Miss Georgia Peach’s eyes are flooding with tears as she watches her younger sister point the revolver in her face.
“Part of me wanted to believe that there was some sort of mistake.” Georgia says through tears, “I couldn’t believe my sister held four people hostage.”
“Shut up!” Emily says, “You don’t know me!”
“Emily,” Dr. Olive says, “Put down the gun please.”
“Go to hell!” Emily says forcing the gun closer to her sister, “So you had to follow me didn’t you? I told you I found my birth father and he was in England so you tailed me here?”
“I just wanted to protect you.” Georgia says
“From the truth?” Emily says, “That is complete bull!”
“I wanted to be there in case he rejected you.” Georgia says as tears continue to stream down her face
“I was rejected!” Emily says, “Then again by Chandler! Where were you?”
“I couldn’t find you!” Georgia says, “I made it to Mayfield but I spent most of my time in Port Wells thinking you were there.”
“Then how did you happen to stumble to Dark Hill Sanitarium.” asks Emily shoving the gun in her sister’s face
“Aunt Ida heard from Dr. Olive and she told me.” Georgia says, “Please, I can help you.”
“You can’t help me!” Georgia says, “Only my new friend can help me.”
“Friend?” Dr. Olive asks
Emily cautiously unlocks the door and opens it as Former Sergeant Clement Gray enters the room.
“I didn’t do it.” He says motioning to the guard
“Of course not, sugar.” Emily says forcing him into the room and relocking the door.
“Please, Emily.” Georgia says, “You have to let us help you.”
“Clement,” Emily says, “Do we need any help.”
Clement Gray shakes his head, “I used to be a police officer.”
“Until your little accident.” Dr. Olive says soothingly as he tries to control both of the mentally unstable patients that are holding them hostage.
There is a knock at the door.
“Tell them everything is okay.” Emily says as Clement begins to panic
“Everything is fine in here.” Dr. Olive says
“Sir, there is a dead body out here.” A voice says from the other side of the door.
“Tell him to enter the room slowly.” Emily says unlocking the door.
“Enter the room slowly.” Dr. Olive repeats
The man opens the door and appears to be none other than Inspector Brown.
“Oh bloody hell.” Inspector Brown says as Emily pushes him into the room and locks the door.
“No one else is coming in!” Emily says, “Now, we need to have a little chat.”
In Paris, Mrs. Peacock approaches the side door of the Country Home. She knocks on the door politely as she fixes her dirty skirt.
“Hello,” she smiles as a busty French maid answers the door, “May I use your telephone?”
“Excusez-moi?” the maid is puzzled by her words
“Oh blast, I should have paid attention to Alphonse’s French,” Mrs. Peacock says half to herself as she thinks, “Puis-je utiliser votre telephone?”
“Oui,” the maid smiles, “Le droit de cette facon!”
“Merci.” Mrs. Peacock says as she is lead into a small elegant Parlor. She sighs as the maid supervises her, gently twisting her apron cord, “Oh how I wish you spoke English. I would tell you how sorry I am that I have to do this.”
The maid is confused by Mrs. Peacock’s foreign words. Mrs. Peacock motions to the telephone and the maid comes over with a look of puzzled concern. Mrs. Peacock points to the telephone flex and the young blonde woman bends over to examine it. Mrs. Peacock takes a deep breath and throttles the maid with the telephone flex. She continues this until she ultimately succeeds in murdering the unsuspecting woman. She then dials a number.
“Connect me to the police nationale, preferably to someone who speaks English.” Mrs. Peacock waits a moment, “Yes, would you deliver word to the Mayfield Divisional Police Department that Penelope Peacock called and is pissed beyond belief for the stunt he pulled?” she asks
“Where are you?” the frantic voice asks in a slightly French accent
“Give him the message.” Mrs. Peacock says hanging up.
Back at the Sanitarium, Clement Gray scratches his heavily bandaged head as he watches the revolver sway with each word Emily says.
“I actually only have a few questions to ask.” Inspector Brown says
“Excuse me?” Emily says, “I have the gun, I’ll ask the questions.”
“Emily, if you kill me you will only make things worse for yourself and Clement.” Inspector Brown says, “If you hand me the gun and both of you answer some questions for me I’ll pretend like this little incident never happened.”
“How dumb do you think I am?” Emily asks, “I’m not mentally challenged! I faked it so I could get in here and get Clement’s help.” She flirtatiously runs her hand up his arm, “He’s a big strong man willing to protect me.”
“Or to use at your disposal.” Georgia says bitterly
“I am coming very close to putting a bullet right between your pretty blue eyes.” Emily says grinding her teeth as the gun lurches closer to her sister.
“Emily,” Inspector Brown says, “I need to ask you a question and then you are free to go. You can leave here and lock us in. By the time we are rescued you and Clement will be long gone.”
“Once again I reiterate: I’m not mentally challenged! I know that there are people watching downstairs with guns.”
“Guns?” Clement begins to panic more.
“Not if we’re careful, sugar.” Emily winks at him to calm him. She loses her sweet façade and hounds Brown, Georgia, and Olive again, “If you think I’m stupid enough to listen to you or answer a few questions so that I will let my guard down then you are as crazy as the people you lock up in here.”
“What do you want from us?” Inspector Brown cooperates
Emily smiles
In the Conservatory of Tudor Close, Mrs. Meadow-Brook mops up the water spills on the floor near and under the fountain when Mr. Ash enters the room. He sees Sylvia and Jet rearranging the furniture. John Boddy and Bradford Black are not in the room.
“I heard a lot of commotion in here.” Mr. Ash says
“Just a little mess, that’s all.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says putting the mop in the bucket, “The fountain started leaking. Could you take this to the tool shed?” she hands him the piece of Lead Piping as he notices a bit of sticky red substance wiping off onto his hand.
“Do you know where Sir Bradford is?” asks Mr. Ash
“Haven’t seen him,” Mrs. Black lies, “He went out earlier.”
At the top of the ravine Mr. John Boddy watches as the morning birds chirp peacefully in the high trees. He is carrying a metal gasoline can. He quickly pours it down into the ravine onto the damaged remains of Bradford’s Rolls Royce. He then lights a match and drops it into the deep trench. Instantly a wall of flames arises and Mr. Boddy smirks as he leaves the staged accident.
In the Hall of Tudor Close, Mrs. Black, Mrs. Meadow-Brook, and Jet Black exit the Conservatory.
“Well that was a bit more than I’d have hoped for in one morning.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says with a discontent sigh
“Everything is under control.” Jet says, “John is taking care of everything.”
“You’d better hope this new plan works.” Mrs. Black says to her son
“If Bradford can pull random plans, so can we.” Jet says, “Besides, what choice did we have?”
“I’m starting to think we should have brought my brother in on this.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“Mr. Green and I are not on the best of terms.” Mrs. Black clears her throat, “I think it would be wise to carry about like this never happened.”
“Won’t someone be suspicious?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“Everything is taken care of,” John says entering the Mansion through the front door.
“Breakfast is about to be served.” Mrs. Black says plastering on a fake smile, “Let’s go off to the Dining Room.”
In the Garden of the Peacock Residence, Miss Cynthia Scarlet sits next to Chandler Weiss on the stone bench.
“So how long have these… visualizations been happening.” Chandler asks nervously
“They just started last night.” Miss Scarlet says, “They feel so real. It’s hard to decipher what is real and what is illusion.”
“Do you still love me?” asks Chandler
“What?” Miss Scarlet is puzzled
“Do you think it is wise for us to be together again?” Chandler says, “I mean we both know the only reason that we were together to start with was to anger your step mother.”
“Step aunt.” Miss Scarlet corrects
“Legally she is your step mother.” Chandler points out
“I’d rather distance her as much as possible.” Miss Scarlet says, “And to answer your question, I think we are perfect together. I just need to work this one out on my own.”
“Maybe you should see Madame Rose.” Chandler suggests, “She might have some old fashion potion or remedy to help with this.”
“Maybe,” Miss Scarlet says
“Otherwise we might have to see a therapist.” Chandler says
“I’m not crazy.” Miss Scarlet says
At Dark Hill Sanitarium, the air inside of Dr. Olive’s office is humid and full of fear, hatred, and sorrow.
“I’m not crazy.” Emily echoes as if she and Cynthia were in the same room.
“No one said you were,” Dr. Olive says, “Inspector Brown is merely suggesting that you should tell us what you want us to do.”
“I want her to feel the pain I felt.” Emily says grabbing her sister by the hair and dragging her to the floor. Inspector Brown and Dr. Olive sit tight as to not risk anything. Clement shifts his weight from one foot to the other nervously.
“Please, Em,” Georgia moans, “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me how.”
“I want you to be miserable!” Emily shouts, “I want you to feel worthless and alone! I want you to be rejected every time you try to create a relationship.”
“Emily, for the sake of your baby.” Inspector Brown says
“I’m not pregnant!” Emily shouts
“I thought…” Inspector Brown is puzzled
“I made it up so Miles wouldn’t reject me too!” Emily laments, “I have fought tooth and nail to hang on to a relationship and they all fall flat.”
“You need help.” Georgia pleads, “We can get you the proper help you need. No one else needs to suffer.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Emily buries the Revolver in her sister’s shoulder blades, “I want you to feel the betrayal I felt when everyone I loved disappeared.”
“Emily, let her go.” Dr. Olive says walking towards her
Emily points the gun at him, “Stay where you are.”
Clement becomes anxious and begins pacing in small circles.
“Clement stand still!” Emily shouts at him
“We’re gonna get in trouble.” Clement
“Hate to break it to you, sugar, but we are already there.” Emily says pulling the trigger and sending a bullet into the ceiling, “I suggest that everyone simmers down and lets me finish my little story.”
Dr. Olive and Inspector Brown become more tense as the ringing from the gunshot stays in there ears.
“I worked so hard to bring myself to be a happy person. I find love and then you come along and it disappears.” Emily says
“Please.” Georgia begs tearfully as the hot metal of the gun touches the back of her neck.
In the Kitchen of the Peacock Residence, Professor Gregory Plum enters through the back door to see Mrs. Myrtle washing the breakfast dishes.
“Those two are getting along again rather quickly.” Mrs. Myrtle comments
“Yes,” Professor Plum says holding the book he has under his arm, “I’m going to take a quick shower and then would you call the Mayfield Police Department.”
“Oh?” Mrs. Myrtle is curious as she puts a plate onto the drying rack
“I just realized some additional information which might help them find my sister.” Professor Plum says
“Can I ask what it pertains to?” asks Mrs. Myrtle
“It has to do with a conversation she had with Hugh the last time I saw him.” Professor Plum says
“Oh?” Mrs. Myrtle asks again
“I’d rather not go into it with you.” Professor Plum says
“Very well.” Mrs. Myrtle says, “After all, I’m only the housekeeper and it is best that the housekeeper knows as little about the affairs of the owners as possible.
On the Floor of the Country Home in Paris, the eyes of the French maid are glassy. Her curly blonde hair is messy and in her face. Her cheeks are swollen and red as there are tears dripping down her face. Her dead eyes are fixed at the entrance to the Study. She is seemingly staring through the open double doors leading into the Study where Mrs. Peacock is rifling through the drawers. She pulls out a black automatic pistol and a box of bullets from next to it. She loads it and shoves the box of bullets in her purse. She then walks into the Parlor where she steps over the skimpy maid and enters the main hallway of the home and sits in a chair next to the mail table.
“The owners will be in a big surprise when they come home.” She calls out to the dead maid. She positions the gun on the table aiming at the door so that she merely has to pull the trigger.
She notices a shadow against the wall as there is a creak from upstairs. Mrs. Peacock grabs the gun and stands up.
“Yvette,” a small voice calls out, “Yvette!”
An eight-year-old girl with curly brown hair is in her night robe and is sniffling into a hanky as she comes down the step. She lets out a loud piercing scream as she sees Mrs. Peacock holding a gun her the middle of her house.
“Quiet!” Mrs. Peacock shouts, “I guess I picked the wrong house to hide out in.” she says half to herself.
The girl drops her teddy bear on the staircase and backs against the window on the landing in the middle of the stairs. Mrs. Peacock motions for the girl to come down the stairs.
“Do you speak English?” Mrs. Peacock asks
“Little.” The girls says timidly
“Do as I say and you will live.” Mrs. Peacock says
The girl begins to cry as she comes down the stairs to Mrs. Peacock. She glances into the open doorway to the Parlor and screams upon seeing the dead maid.
“If you don’t want to end up like Yvette, do as I say.” Mrs. Peacock says.
The young girl nods silently as Mrs. Peacock opens her purse and pulls out a long coil of rope. She grabs the letter opener from the mail table and slices the rope. She quickly binds the girl’s hands behind her back. She forces her against the bannister and finishes by tying her firmly to it.
“When your parents find you like this tell them that a French man with a thick moustache and tanned skin did this to you.” Mrs. Peacock says describing Monsieur Brunette to the young girl.
In the car about fifteen minutes away from the Country Home, Monsieur Brunette continues to drive down the road. Scott Black sits nervously in the back seat with his hands bound and resting limply on his lap.
“When will she be back?” asks Scott nervously
“You seem to care a lot about the person who kidnapped you.” Monsieur Brunette says
“She’s family.” Scott says
“She murdered your father.” Monsieur Brunette points out
“She told me Miss Thorn killed my father.” Scott says defensively
“You believed her?” asks Monsieur Brunette with a laugh, “If I told you that she was just visiting the people in that country house would you believe me?”
“I don’t know.” Scott says fearfully as he stares out the window, “I don’t know much of anything anymore. Just last week I was thinking how boring my life was. Now I’d give anything to be back in the old boring life.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll soon be back to your old life, but I assure you it won’t be boring.” Monsieur Brunette says with a smirk as he looks over at the gun on the seat next to him.
In the Dining Room of Tudor Close, Mrs. Sylvia Black sits down at the head of the table with breakfast foods on a plate. Mr. John Boddy sits to her right.
“I appreciate everything you’ve done.” Mrs. Black says, “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”
“I half thought you hated me.” Mr. Boddy says
“I did when I thought you were as crooked as Bradford.” Mrs. Black says putting butter on her toast.
“Well it helps to know that everything is fine between us.” Mr. Boddy puts his hand on hers
Mrs. Black is taken back slightly and moves her hand out from under his to continue to butter the piece of toast to the left of the tray.
“I’m sorry.” Mr. Boddy says
“It’s fine.” Mrs. Black says, “I’m just so confused.”
“About what?” Mr. Boddy asks, “Everything is going to be fine.” He senses Sylvia’s impending breakdown, “Scott will be fine.”
“How do you know that?” asks Mrs. Black with tears in her eyes
“Because.” Mr. Boddy says, “I know Bradford and I know that we will get results.”
“You better be right.” Mrs. Black says standing up from the breakfast table. She picks up the tray with the plate of food on it and hands it to John.
“Thank you,” he says standing up and exiting the room with the food. He walks to the Conservatory and walks over to the wild ferns and pushes the wall paneling open and steps into the Secret Passageway. He then goes down the narrow spiral staircase. He reaches the bottom to hear the sounds of gravel crunching beneath his feet, water dripping from the pipes on the passageway ceiling, and the painful moans of Bradford Black who is tied to a large pipe that goes through the floor and up through the ceiling.
“Hello, Bradford.” Mr. Boddy says, “I assume you are going to keep your end of the bargain?”
“You are going to rue the day you crossed me.” Bradford says weakly
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Mr. Boddy says putting the tray next to Bradford, “Here is some breakfast. Find a way to eat it. You’ll have minimal hand movement so I guess you’ll be eating face first. Make it last. You won’t be fed again until tomorrow.”
“So you are just going to let me rot away in here?” asks Bradford
“More or less,” Mr. Boddy says sternly, “You will cooperate with me and tell Mrs. Peacock to bring Scott to Ravenhurst or I will leave you down here to starve.”
“You’ll kill me regardless.” Bradford says
“I plan on peacefully putting a bullet in your head.” Mr. Boddy says, “It’ll be a lot quicker than rotting away for the rodents to enjoy.”
Bradford begins to laugh.
“What could you find funny?” asks Mr. Boddy
“You think you are a big hero?” Bradford says, “Killing the evil to help the good. You are no better than me. You are just as evil and low as I am. You are becoming me and I am just happy to know that one day you’ll be treated the same way I am.”
Mr. Boddy stares at Bradford angrilly.
“Did I upset you?” Bradford asks
Mr. Boddy pulls the tray out of Bradford’s reach, “Enjoy the food.” Mr. Boddy heads back to the Conservatory.