Episode 28 – “Ransoms, Hostages, and Dysfunction” Part 3
Previously on the Memoirs of Mayfield: Emily Peach slowly becomes more desperate. She informs Dr. Olive and Georgia Peach that she made an alliance with Sergeant Gray who is completely schizophrenic. Inspector Brown comes to the door and is let in by Emily. She informs them that she faked her insanity in order to make the alliance with Sergeant Gray. Mrs. Peacock finds herself in a French Country Home where she strangles a French maid and makes a phone call to the French police informing them that she is in France and she is made as Inspector Brown for sending Coal after them. Mrs. Peacock finds a young girl home from school sick in the house. She ties up the girl and begins to think her plan through. Chandler Weiss suggests Cynthia Scarlet sees a therapist about her murderous thoughts. Professor Plum tells Mrs. Myrtle that some information has come to light and may assist the police in finding his sister. John Boddy shares a close moment with Sylvia Black as she prepares food which he takes down to Bradford who is bound in the Secret Passage beneath the Conservatory. Bradford angers John by telling him that he is just as evil as he ever was…
--Wednesday, April 20, 1949; 10.37 am-
In the Dining Room of Tudor Close, Mrs. Sylvia Black stares as her wedding ring while she stands at the breakfast buffet by the windows.
“Mom.” Jet says from behind her as he notices she isn’t putting food on her plate.
“Sorry,” she snaps out of her memory as her son touches her shoulder. She begins to put bacon on her plate as she moves to the other metal dishes of food.
“Mr. Ash thinks we killed Bradford.” Jet says
“I wish we had.” Mrs. Black says sitting down at the table
“He saw the blood on the pipe Mrs. Meadow-Brook gave him.” Jet says
“Should I have cleaned it?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook from the other end of the table
“You did fine.” Mrs. Black says, “It’s best that Mrs. White and Mr. Ash think he is dead. They won’t understand why we are holding him hostage.”
“Soon the authorities will notice the smoke from his car and they’ll be here asking questions.” Jet says, “Shouldn’t Mr. Ash and Mrs. White know everything so they can lie for us?”
“Mrs. White has always been hard to trust.” Mrs. Black says, “I’m not sure she can handle one more secret.”
“She was all for killing Bradford last night.” Jet says, “Even Aunt Claire wanted him dead.”
“Jet,” Mrs. Black slams her palms against the table causing the silverware to jump slightly, “Everyone that knew him wants him dead. If one of them gets wind that we are keeping him alive they will finish him off in a heartbeat.”
“Not if we explain it’s for Scott’s wellbeing.” Jet says
“Darling, as far as I’m concerned, this isn’t going to end well and we are better off killing that bastard now before he ruins more of our lives.” Sylvia says
“You are just giving up on Scott?” asks Jet
“Brown called me and told me one of his men had a tip on where they were.” Mrs. Black closes her eyes, “I didn’t want to tell you till we were sure.”
Jet stands up and exits the Dining Room angrily. Sylvia hangs her head over her food.
“I do see some good in all this ugly darkness.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“What good could you possibly see?” asks Sylvia solemnly
“Jet didn’t care about anyone but himself before any of this began, now he’s more concerned for his brother’s safety than anything else.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
Mrs. Black gives a half smile, “We never finished our conversation this morning.”
“Sylvia, don’t,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Jessica is dead. We need to put this all behind us.”
“I can’t!” Sylvia stands up angrily, “Everyone I ever loved is dropping dead or turning up missing. I need to know Jessica is dead.”
“Sergeant Gray confessed to killing her.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“His brain is pudding!” Sylvia says, “He would have confessed to assassinating the Queen.”
“Sylvia,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“I want to see her body.” Sylvia says, “I want to know.”
“Do you have a flashlight?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook reluctantly
“In the toolshed, why?” asks Sylvia
“Let’s go to the Well House and find out.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
In Dr. Olive’s office, Georgia Peach cries miserably as a gag is placed in her mouth. The back of her neck stings painfully from the steering hot metal of the recently fired Revolver. Dr. Olive is sitting calmly against his filing cabinet. Inspector Winfield Brown is tied to the chair behind the desk. Inspector Brown’s gun is on the desk in plain view of the group. Sergeant Clement Gray twitches as his eyes dart from person to person, his mental instability is becoming more and more responsive. He is making small noises. Emily Peach finishes tying her sister and then drops her on the floor. Georgia moans painfully behind the gag.
“Emily,” Inspector Brown says from the chair, “I don’t know what you hope to achieve with all of this.”
“Cooperate and find out.” Emily says taking more rope and motioning for Dr. Olive to turn around.
She begins to tie up his wrists when the telephone on the desk rings.
“Answer it.” Emily drops the ropes from his wrists and put the gun to the side of his head.
“This is Olive.” He answers Emily looks at Georgia who lies helplessly on the floor in front of the desk.
“I’ll let her know.” Dr. Olive says hanging up
“Who was it?” asks Emily
“Your father is on his way up here.” Dr. Olive says
“The door isn’t opening until I leave.” Emily says as she resumes to tying up Dr. Olive.
Out in the Forest behind Tudor Close, Mrs. Meadow-Brook holds the flashlight while she and Sylvia walk through the brown leaves and twigs. Sylvia’s hair blows gently in the wind as she clutches her black coat tighter over her shoulders.
“I just want you to know that whatever we find, I will be here for you.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“You doubt she’s down there too, don’t you.” Sylvia says with pain in her voice
“I’m just trying to think rationally.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “If for one moment I thought Jessica was alive I would be searching every inch of this forest.”
“Did Miles love her?” asks Sylvia
“Miles and her had an odd relationship.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“He wasn’t molesting her like he was every other woman in Hampshire, was he?” Sylvia asks
Mrs. Meadow-Brook stops walking and turns to Sylvia with a look of disgust
“I’m sorry,” Sylvia says, “That was insensitive of me.”
“You’re right, it was.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says turning and continuing walking in silence.
There is a forceful knock on the door of Dr. Olive’s office. Emily Peach smirks at her helplessly tied sister. Dr. Olive sighs in front of his filing cabinet where he is tied up. Inspector Brown looks down at his gun on the desk.
“Don’t try it.” Emily warns.
“Emily,” Colonel Mustard says from the other side of the door, “You need to open this door.”
“Believe me, you are safer out there.” Emily says
“I need to talk to you.” Colonel Mustard says
“Talk through the door.” Emily says
“This is pointless,” Dr. Olive says, “Emily let him in.”
Emily sighs and unlocks the door. She grabs Colonel Mustard by his collar, making sure he sees the gun she is holding.
“Clement,” Emily says, “Guard the door.”
“Out in the hall?” Sergeant Gray is petrified
“Yes.” Emily shoves him and locks the door, “Well, now that I’ve got everyone in here, I guess it’s time for my grand confession.”
“Please,” Inspector Brown says, “Tell us.”
“I always was seen as a sex object!” Emily says, “No one ever saw me or my pain.”
“We knew you were desperate for fatherly attention.” Dr. Olive says, “We can help with that.”
“No,” Emily shakes her head, “No one can.”
“Not even your real father.” Inspector Brown nods his head towards Colonel Mustard.
“I’m here for you Emily,” Colonel Mustard says, “Let me help you.”
Emily laughs, “You said something to me. Something I doubt you’ll repeat with Inspector Brown in the room.”
“Try me.” Colonel Mustard says
“You told me that you and I had one thing in common: murder.” Emily says
“Yes,” Colonel Mustard says, “Inspector Brown knows all about my time in jail. He knows I murdered someone years ago.”
“And I murdered all the men who took advantage of me.” Emily says proudly, “Is Miles alive.”
“No,” Inspector Brown lies, “Miles is dead.”
“Then I succeeded.” Emily says, “I made everything right.”
“We can heal now.” Colonel Mustard slowly reaches for her hand
“Not yet.” Emily backs up, “I almost made everything right. I just need to fix one more problem.” She fires the gun at Georgia.
At the door of the Well House, Mrs. Meadow-Brook reaches for the handle.
“Well, this is it.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“Jane,” Sylvia says, “I didn’t mean what I said. I’m just worried.”
“Miles was a horrible husband.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “He wasn’t faithful and had uncontrollable lusts, but he was a wonderful father.”
Sylvia Black reaches out her hand and touches Jane’s shoulder, “I just want this nightmare to end. I want to go back to our old lives: dinner parties, garden parties, croquet, tea, tennis…”
“Sylvia,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “We can heal. This town can heal. Those parties and festivities can be what will assist this town in recovery.”
“You are a true friend.” Sylvia says, “I bite your head off and act like a stubborn bitch, yet you see the best in me.”
“It’s because you’ve been there for me.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Even in the worst.”
“I’m afraid.” Sylvia says staring at the Well House door
“We don’t’ have to do this.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“If I don’t I’ll be awake night after night wondering if my daughter is dead or alive.” Sylvia says, “It’s bad enough that I have to wonder about my youngest son.”
“Then let’s find out.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook opens the door.
Outside the Country Home, Mrs. Peacock walks away with a large black bag, inside is the gun she stole from the house and a large quantity of money. She has changed out of her worn and dirty party dress from three days prior and is now wearing a blue blouse and khaki business pants. Her black heels click against the stone driveway as she makes her way to the Car Port. She enters and starts the American Jeep. She drives out of the Car Port and heads back onto the country road.
“Everything used to make so much sense,” she says outloud, “Now I’m robbing from the innocent. I never wanted to involve anyone who wasn’t immediately expendable to this whole ordeal.”
“But that’s what happens.” Ms. Curry says from the passenger seat
“You know you had to die.” Mrs. Peacock says to the ghostly figure
“Yes,” Ms. Curry says, “I did some rotten things, but I wouldn’t have exposed you as my daughter just before you received the inheritance from you adoptive mother. I’m not that stupid.”
“No, you would have made certain I didn’t get a dime though.” Mrs. Peacock says, “You would have blackmailed me dry.”
“Perhaps.” Ms. Curry says, “But murder…”
“What choice did I have?” Mrs. Peacock asks driving quickly down the road.
“You could have blackmailed me back.” Ms. Curry says
“Blackmail the blackmailer?” Mrs. Peacock laughs sarcastically, “It would have ended the same. You would be dead.”
“Oh no doubt.” Ms. Curry says, “I did plenty of rotten things. In fact I’m sure Lady Oakwood is thrilled that you kill me, otherwise she would have had to get her dainty white gloves dirty.”
“So I did a big favor and rid the town of a disgusting blackmailer and paralyzed her informant from the waist down.” Mrs. Peacock says, “If I’m such a big hero why am I running?”
“Because you kidnapped a little boy,” Ms. Curry says, “Because you got involved with my father. I told you to stay away from Bradford.”
“Well I didn’t listen.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Lies, murders, or perfect morals, you should always listen to your mother.” Ms. Curry says
“What would your advice have proved?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“You wouldn’t be here in a stolen vehicle in Paris because you wouldn’t have gotten involved with Bradford in the first place!” Ms. Curry snaps
“Then what’s your next piece of advice?” Mrs. Peacock snaps back, “If you are just going to criticize me for my flaws don’t bother! I already feel guilty for what I’ve done. You died, Hugh died, Francesca died, two Private Investigators died, and a little boy was ripped from his family.” Mrs. Peacock grips the steering wheel tightly, “I plan on making things right. Bradford promised that I would be exonerated for my crimes and I would live a normal life. I hold him to that.” She takes a deep hopeful breath, “I will live peacefully again.”
She looks to see that the ghostly figure of her dead mother is no longer in the jeep. She smiles and continues to drive.
Inside the Well House, Sylvia Black and Jane Meadow-Brook enter slowly. Jane flicks on the flashlight and aims the beam of light at the cold, stone well. Sylvia’s heels move cautiously against the broken wooden floor. Mrs. Meadow-Brook puts her hand on the edge and a brick comes loose and falls down the well. It hits the bottom with an echoing splash. Sylvia takes a breath as Mrs. Meadow-Brook shines the flashlight down into the well. At the rock cover bottom of the well is a few inches of water.
“It’s empty.” Sylvia says snapped her head around and rushing out of the Well House.
“Sylvia.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says following her
“She’s alive!” Mrs. Black says hopefully, “I know it!”
“Sylvia, please.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook watches as Sylvia races off into the forest shouting for Jessica.
In Dr. Olive’s office, Georgia Peach screams through the gag as the bullet tears into her stomach. Inspector Brown and Dr. Olive gasp and try to free themselves from the ropes that bind them. Colonel Mustard bends over and applies pressure on the wound.
“You see?” Emily shouts, “My own father would rather care for my sister: a child who isn’t his own, than for me.”
“Emily, we need to get her to a hospital.” Colonel Mustard says
“No.” Emily says, “Let her bleed out. Then I’ll have everything I ever wanted.”
“So that’s your solution.” Inspector Brown asks as they hear commotion in the hallway, “Kill off everyone who gets more attention that you?”
“Why not?” Emily asks, “I’m the only one who deserved it!”
Colonel Mustard removes the gag from Georgia’s mouth.
“But know I see how things are.” Emily says as tears fall from her face, “No one cares about me. No one ever will.”
“That’s not true!” Dr. Olive says
“Yes it is!” Emily says desperately
Inspector Brown begins to free his right hand.
“I’ve tried to be good. I’ve tried to make people love me, but everyone hates me and loves Georgia.” Emily says, “It’s all about her.”
“Em, please.” Georgia says weakly from the floor.
“Enough!” Emily says, “I will die the way I dreamed to live: the center of attention!”
“No!” Colonel Mustard shouts as Emily puts the gun to her head. Emily pulls the trigger and slumps to the floor. Colonel Mustard unlocks the door and paramedics enter the room from the hall. Sergeant Gray is in handcuffed and contained by an officer.
--Wednesday, April 20, 1949; 10.37 am-
In the Dining Room of Tudor Close, Mrs. Sylvia Black stares as her wedding ring while she stands at the breakfast buffet by the windows.
“Mom.” Jet says from behind her as he notices she isn’t putting food on her plate.
“Sorry,” she snaps out of her memory as her son touches her shoulder. She begins to put bacon on her plate as she moves to the other metal dishes of food.
“Mr. Ash thinks we killed Bradford.” Jet says
“I wish we had.” Mrs. Black says sitting down at the table
“He saw the blood on the pipe Mrs. Meadow-Brook gave him.” Jet says
“Should I have cleaned it?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook from the other end of the table
“You did fine.” Mrs. Black says, “It’s best that Mrs. White and Mr. Ash think he is dead. They won’t understand why we are holding him hostage.”
“Soon the authorities will notice the smoke from his car and they’ll be here asking questions.” Jet says, “Shouldn’t Mr. Ash and Mrs. White know everything so they can lie for us?”
“Mrs. White has always been hard to trust.” Mrs. Black says, “I’m not sure she can handle one more secret.”
“She was all for killing Bradford last night.” Jet says, “Even Aunt Claire wanted him dead.”
“Jet,” Mrs. Black slams her palms against the table causing the silverware to jump slightly, “Everyone that knew him wants him dead. If one of them gets wind that we are keeping him alive they will finish him off in a heartbeat.”
“Not if we explain it’s for Scott’s wellbeing.” Jet says
“Darling, as far as I’m concerned, this isn’t going to end well and we are better off killing that bastard now before he ruins more of our lives.” Sylvia says
“You are just giving up on Scott?” asks Jet
“Brown called me and told me one of his men had a tip on where they were.” Mrs. Black closes her eyes, “I didn’t want to tell you till we were sure.”
Jet stands up and exits the Dining Room angrily. Sylvia hangs her head over her food.
“I do see some good in all this ugly darkness.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“What good could you possibly see?” asks Sylvia solemnly
“Jet didn’t care about anyone but himself before any of this began, now he’s more concerned for his brother’s safety than anything else.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
Mrs. Black gives a half smile, “We never finished our conversation this morning.”
“Sylvia, don’t,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Jessica is dead. We need to put this all behind us.”
“I can’t!” Sylvia stands up angrily, “Everyone I ever loved is dropping dead or turning up missing. I need to know Jessica is dead.”
“Sergeant Gray confessed to killing her.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“His brain is pudding!” Sylvia says, “He would have confessed to assassinating the Queen.”
“Sylvia,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“I want to see her body.” Sylvia says, “I want to know.”
“Do you have a flashlight?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook reluctantly
“In the toolshed, why?” asks Sylvia
“Let’s go to the Well House and find out.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
In Dr. Olive’s office, Georgia Peach cries miserably as a gag is placed in her mouth. The back of her neck stings painfully from the steering hot metal of the recently fired Revolver. Dr. Olive is sitting calmly against his filing cabinet. Inspector Winfield Brown is tied to the chair behind the desk. Inspector Brown’s gun is on the desk in plain view of the group. Sergeant Clement Gray twitches as his eyes dart from person to person, his mental instability is becoming more and more responsive. He is making small noises. Emily Peach finishes tying her sister and then drops her on the floor. Georgia moans painfully behind the gag.
“Emily,” Inspector Brown says from the chair, “I don’t know what you hope to achieve with all of this.”
“Cooperate and find out.” Emily says taking more rope and motioning for Dr. Olive to turn around.
She begins to tie up his wrists when the telephone on the desk rings.
“Answer it.” Emily drops the ropes from his wrists and put the gun to the side of his head.
“This is Olive.” He answers Emily looks at Georgia who lies helplessly on the floor in front of the desk.
“I’ll let her know.” Dr. Olive says hanging up
“Who was it?” asks Emily
“Your father is on his way up here.” Dr. Olive says
“The door isn’t opening until I leave.” Emily says as she resumes to tying up Dr. Olive.
Out in the Forest behind Tudor Close, Mrs. Meadow-Brook holds the flashlight while she and Sylvia walk through the brown leaves and twigs. Sylvia’s hair blows gently in the wind as she clutches her black coat tighter over her shoulders.
“I just want you to know that whatever we find, I will be here for you.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“You doubt she’s down there too, don’t you.” Sylvia says with pain in her voice
“I’m just trying to think rationally.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “If for one moment I thought Jessica was alive I would be searching every inch of this forest.”
“Did Miles love her?” asks Sylvia
“Miles and her had an odd relationship.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“He wasn’t molesting her like he was every other woman in Hampshire, was he?” Sylvia asks
Mrs. Meadow-Brook stops walking and turns to Sylvia with a look of disgust
“I’m sorry,” Sylvia says, “That was insensitive of me.”
“You’re right, it was.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says turning and continuing walking in silence.
There is a forceful knock on the door of Dr. Olive’s office. Emily Peach smirks at her helplessly tied sister. Dr. Olive sighs in front of his filing cabinet where he is tied up. Inspector Brown looks down at his gun on the desk.
“Don’t try it.” Emily warns.
“Emily,” Colonel Mustard says from the other side of the door, “You need to open this door.”
“Believe me, you are safer out there.” Emily says
“I need to talk to you.” Colonel Mustard says
“Talk through the door.” Emily says
“This is pointless,” Dr. Olive says, “Emily let him in.”
Emily sighs and unlocks the door. She grabs Colonel Mustard by his collar, making sure he sees the gun she is holding.
“Clement,” Emily says, “Guard the door.”
“Out in the hall?” Sergeant Gray is petrified
“Yes.” Emily shoves him and locks the door, “Well, now that I’ve got everyone in here, I guess it’s time for my grand confession.”
“Please,” Inspector Brown says, “Tell us.”
“I always was seen as a sex object!” Emily says, “No one ever saw me or my pain.”
“We knew you were desperate for fatherly attention.” Dr. Olive says, “We can help with that.”
“No,” Emily shakes her head, “No one can.”
“Not even your real father.” Inspector Brown nods his head towards Colonel Mustard.
“I’m here for you Emily,” Colonel Mustard says, “Let me help you.”
Emily laughs, “You said something to me. Something I doubt you’ll repeat with Inspector Brown in the room.”
“Try me.” Colonel Mustard says
“You told me that you and I had one thing in common: murder.” Emily says
“Yes,” Colonel Mustard says, “Inspector Brown knows all about my time in jail. He knows I murdered someone years ago.”
“And I murdered all the men who took advantage of me.” Emily says proudly, “Is Miles alive.”
“No,” Inspector Brown lies, “Miles is dead.”
“Then I succeeded.” Emily says, “I made everything right.”
“We can heal now.” Colonel Mustard slowly reaches for her hand
“Not yet.” Emily backs up, “I almost made everything right. I just need to fix one more problem.” She fires the gun at Georgia.
At the door of the Well House, Mrs. Meadow-Brook reaches for the handle.
“Well, this is it.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“Jane,” Sylvia says, “I didn’t mean what I said. I’m just worried.”
“Miles was a horrible husband.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “He wasn’t faithful and had uncontrollable lusts, but he was a wonderful father.”
Sylvia Black reaches out her hand and touches Jane’s shoulder, “I just want this nightmare to end. I want to go back to our old lives: dinner parties, garden parties, croquet, tea, tennis…”
“Sylvia,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “We can heal. This town can heal. Those parties and festivities can be what will assist this town in recovery.”
“You are a true friend.” Sylvia says, “I bite your head off and act like a stubborn bitch, yet you see the best in me.”
“It’s because you’ve been there for me.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Even in the worst.”
“I’m afraid.” Sylvia says staring at the Well House door
“We don’t’ have to do this.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“If I don’t I’ll be awake night after night wondering if my daughter is dead or alive.” Sylvia says, “It’s bad enough that I have to wonder about my youngest son.”
“Then let’s find out.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook opens the door.
Outside the Country Home, Mrs. Peacock walks away with a large black bag, inside is the gun she stole from the house and a large quantity of money. She has changed out of her worn and dirty party dress from three days prior and is now wearing a blue blouse and khaki business pants. Her black heels click against the stone driveway as she makes her way to the Car Port. She enters and starts the American Jeep. She drives out of the Car Port and heads back onto the country road.
“Everything used to make so much sense,” she says outloud, “Now I’m robbing from the innocent. I never wanted to involve anyone who wasn’t immediately expendable to this whole ordeal.”
“But that’s what happens.” Ms. Curry says from the passenger seat
“You know you had to die.” Mrs. Peacock says to the ghostly figure
“Yes,” Ms. Curry says, “I did some rotten things, but I wouldn’t have exposed you as my daughter just before you received the inheritance from you adoptive mother. I’m not that stupid.”
“No, you would have made certain I didn’t get a dime though.” Mrs. Peacock says, “You would have blackmailed me dry.”
“Perhaps.” Ms. Curry says, “But murder…”
“What choice did I have?” Mrs. Peacock asks driving quickly down the road.
“You could have blackmailed me back.” Ms. Curry says
“Blackmail the blackmailer?” Mrs. Peacock laughs sarcastically, “It would have ended the same. You would be dead.”
“Oh no doubt.” Ms. Curry says, “I did plenty of rotten things. In fact I’m sure Lady Oakwood is thrilled that you kill me, otherwise she would have had to get her dainty white gloves dirty.”
“So I did a big favor and rid the town of a disgusting blackmailer and paralyzed her informant from the waist down.” Mrs. Peacock says, “If I’m such a big hero why am I running?”
“Because you kidnapped a little boy,” Ms. Curry says, “Because you got involved with my father. I told you to stay away from Bradford.”
“Well I didn’t listen.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Lies, murders, or perfect morals, you should always listen to your mother.” Ms. Curry says
“What would your advice have proved?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“You wouldn’t be here in a stolen vehicle in Paris because you wouldn’t have gotten involved with Bradford in the first place!” Ms. Curry snaps
“Then what’s your next piece of advice?” Mrs. Peacock snaps back, “If you are just going to criticize me for my flaws don’t bother! I already feel guilty for what I’ve done. You died, Hugh died, Francesca died, two Private Investigators died, and a little boy was ripped from his family.” Mrs. Peacock grips the steering wheel tightly, “I plan on making things right. Bradford promised that I would be exonerated for my crimes and I would live a normal life. I hold him to that.” She takes a deep hopeful breath, “I will live peacefully again.”
She looks to see that the ghostly figure of her dead mother is no longer in the jeep. She smiles and continues to drive.
Inside the Well House, Sylvia Black and Jane Meadow-Brook enter slowly. Jane flicks on the flashlight and aims the beam of light at the cold, stone well. Sylvia’s heels move cautiously against the broken wooden floor. Mrs. Meadow-Brook puts her hand on the edge and a brick comes loose and falls down the well. It hits the bottom with an echoing splash. Sylvia takes a breath as Mrs. Meadow-Brook shines the flashlight down into the well. At the rock cover bottom of the well is a few inches of water.
“It’s empty.” Sylvia says snapped her head around and rushing out of the Well House.
“Sylvia.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says following her
“She’s alive!” Mrs. Black says hopefully, “I know it!”
“Sylvia, please.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook watches as Sylvia races off into the forest shouting for Jessica.
In Dr. Olive’s office, Georgia Peach screams through the gag as the bullet tears into her stomach. Inspector Brown and Dr. Olive gasp and try to free themselves from the ropes that bind them. Colonel Mustard bends over and applies pressure on the wound.
“You see?” Emily shouts, “My own father would rather care for my sister: a child who isn’t his own, than for me.”
“Emily, we need to get her to a hospital.” Colonel Mustard says
“No.” Emily says, “Let her bleed out. Then I’ll have everything I ever wanted.”
“So that’s your solution.” Inspector Brown asks as they hear commotion in the hallway, “Kill off everyone who gets more attention that you?”
“Why not?” Emily asks, “I’m the only one who deserved it!”
Colonel Mustard removes the gag from Georgia’s mouth.
“But know I see how things are.” Emily says as tears fall from her face, “No one cares about me. No one ever will.”
“That’s not true!” Dr. Olive says
“Yes it is!” Emily says desperately
Inspector Brown begins to free his right hand.
“I’ve tried to be good. I’ve tried to make people love me, but everyone hates me and loves Georgia.” Emily says, “It’s all about her.”
“Em, please.” Georgia says weakly from the floor.
“Enough!” Emily says, “I will die the way I dreamed to live: the center of attention!”
“No!” Colonel Mustard shouts as Emily puts the gun to her head. Emily pulls the trigger and slumps to the floor. Colonel Mustard unlocks the door and paramedics enter the room from the hall. Sergeant Gray is in handcuffed and contained by an officer.