Episode 39 – “Virtues and Those That We Lack”
Previously on the Memoirs of Mayfield: Miss Scarlet and Chandler finally confronted the obvious issues of their infidelity, mental trauma, and blatant toleration for each other and decide to split ways. In the meantime, Colonel Mustard and Mrs. Peacock have scheduled a dinner date for Monday. Madame Rose tells Mrs. White that it has been twenty-four years since she gave up her son for adoption. She left him on the orphanage steps and made sure a nun took him and never saw him again. Mrs. White brings Sister Mary Marjorie to Madame Rose, who informs her that her son passed away shortly after his birth. Jane and Miles Meadow-Brook argue over the state of their manipulated marriage. Jane informs Miles that all she has to do is come forth as Marie Emerald and their marriage as Jane and Miles Meadow-Brook will be null and void. Later that night Jane finds Miles burning her original birth certificate, passport, and paperwork claiming she is Marie Emerald. He tells her that he is not going to put up with her disobedience any longer and that she will respect him. Mrs. White meets secretly with Sister Mary Marjorie and pays her off for lying to Madame Rose.…
-Monday, May 9, 1949 –
-Morning-
At the top of a high hill in Hampshire sits an old redbrick house. The front yard is a less than cared for rose garden with stepping stones that lead it down the mountain to where an old mossy coloured Chevrolet pickup truck rests. The house itself is simple in its outward appearance - one large bay window off what appears to be a Parlor, four gables and a round turret-like lookout point in the attic, and two chimneys. A small cat bathes on the steps leading to the front door. From the window of the attic’s lookout point, a beady-eyed woman stands with binoculars pressed against the glass. With the aid of the binoculars the woman can see down the main street of Hampshire, the gardens of Tudor Close, and right down Ceil Drive. The beady-eyed woman is Lena Hawthorne, a two time widow and notorious gossiper. She watches as a woman walks up the mountain following the uneven stepping stones. She lets the binoculars hang from her neck and she scurries down the metal spiral staircase to the Parlor. She enters the Hall and opens the front door to see Mrs. Peacock about to ring the doorbell.
“The doorbell is jammed. You would have been pulling the chain all day.” Ms. Hawthorne says with a giggle. From the Kitchen she can hear the tea kettle whistling, “Oh! The tea is ready. Would you like some? Or coffee? I can make some coffee if you prefer coffee. My second husband always loved coffee. I’m more of a tea person. I never used to be. I actually detested tea when I was a little girl. It drove my mother mad. It was my first husband who insisted that I drink tea like a proper woman. I actually grew quite fond of it.”
“Ms. Hawthorne,” Mrs. Peacock says opening her purse and pulling out a cheque, “I know you didn’t call me here for your constant droning. Here is the money you asked for.”
“Oh, Penelope,” Ms. Hawthorn scurries into the open archway leading into the Kitchen, “You can’t blame me for at least making an effort to be friendly. After that cheque is deposited we can put all this nastiness behind us and move on to a happier chapter of our lives. We might even have brunch someday at a nice tea house in London. I have always dreamed of going to London with a friend and brushing shoulders with the crème de le crème.”
“Ms. Hawthorne,” Mrs. Peacock says following her into the Kitchen, “You are a miserable, pathetic blackmailer who spends the majority of her time spying on everyone else’s lives because your own life is too dry and dull to amuse you. Take this cheque and don’t talk to me ever again.”
“Penelope,” Ms. Hawthorn takes the kettle off the stove and pours the hot water into a porcelain tea pot, “I don’t want you to think of it as blackmail. Think of it as you buying my trust. In different circumstances this would be a bribe. I mean had you come to me begging me to be quiet you would have offer me some money anyway. Penelope, dear, I saw you strangling Celeste Curry back in April. I think you should at least try to act civil around me. Lord knows that you would be in prison in a heartbeat if Inspector Brown found out.”
“First of all, I don’t bribe people to keep them quiet. Second of all, I was exonerated for murdering Celeste and Hugh.” Mrs. Peacock says, “So it is your word against mine and Inspector Brown’s.”
“Yet here you are paying me off.” Ms. Hawthorne says, “With a woman who is so sure that she has nothing to fear and nothing to hide…”
“I don’t need any unnecessary gossip about me.” Mrs. Peacock says cutting her off, “Besides, Bradford is the real man behind these murders. He organized it.”
“Yes,” Ms. Hawthorne says sipping her tea, “Putting the blame on Bradford was a wise move. No one really ever liked him very much. If it wasn’t for Sylvia’s desperation to get her little boy back she would have seen past the façade of fraudulences that you created. After all, if a batty old woman like me can see through your lies I’m surprised no one else did. Then again being a witness helped.”
“Ms. Hawthorne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “If you are so certain that you witnessed me murdering someone who made me upset why are you so eager to make me even more upset. I would watch yourself very carefully. I have people who love and protect me. You are alone and have no one. One day you might trip down the stepping stones and never get up. No one will find you for weeks. So be very careful about who you make your enemy.”
Ms. Hawthorne stands visually shaken by Mrs. Peacock’s threats. She places the teacup on the counter and looks down at Mrs. Peacock’s hands as the cheque is placed into hers.
“I would suggest taking your trip to London very soon.” Mrs. Peacock says, “A woman of your age doesn’t have very many train rides left in them.”
Mrs. Peacock turns and walks away from Ms. Hawthorne.
“Penelope,” Ms. Hawthorne stops her again, “You and I both know that your life in Hampshire will never be the same again. Why not take a friend when a friend is offered. It will lessen the blow when you are standing next to someone when people gossip about you at the market, in church, at garden parties, and special dinners…”
“I have friends.” Mrs. Peacock says, “And they would never say a word about me.”
In the Kitchen of Tudor Close, Mrs. Blanche White stands at the sink washing the breakfast plates. It is clear that she is distracted.
“You got in late last night,” Mr. Ash says rolling in the serving cart and removing the white covering from it. He begins to unload more breakfast dishes onto the counter near Mrs. White.
“Yes,” Mrs. White says, “I felt like an evening stroll.”
“It was windy and rainy most of the night.” Mr. Ash says
“The air really clears up my sinuses.” Mrs. White says setting the plates in the drying rack and untying her apron, “Besides I only went from the Fountain to the Gazebo.”
“Sylvia is meeting with some people about the redecorating of Tudor Close.” Mr. Ash says, “Perhaps you could gather all the valuables from the Hall?”
“Why do I need to gather them?” asks Mrs. White
“One of the people she is meeting with will be appraising the valuables to see if they are worth keeping or donating.” Mr. Ash says
“I can’t believe she’s actually going through with this.” Mrs. White says, “I thought it was just a pipe dream the other day.”
“You know how Sylvia is.” Mr. Ash says, “When she gets something in her head she will stop at nothing until it is completed.”
“Just like Hugh.” Mrs. White says
“Yes,” Mr. Ash says, “The house feels so empty without him.”
In the Study of Tudor Close, Mrs. Sylvia Black paces back and forth in the window alcove where the desk is. She is dressed in a black business suit. A small group of people have been assembled. Nicolas Berry, the exterior decorator, stands near the bookcase following Sylvia with his eyes. He is young, clean, well groomed, with dark mysterious eyes. George Biddle, the insurance assessor, is sitting in an overstuffed armchair sipping a cup of tea. He has an obvious toupee, thin glasses, a thick moustache, and an overall jolly appearance about him. Mr. Biddle’s assistant, Miss Frances LeBlanc, sits in the chair to his left admiring the upholstering of the ottoman in front of the desk. She has long brown hair, large glasses which distort the size of her eyes, and is wearing heavy makeup. Joseph Tan, the interior designer, examines the fine detail of the wood wall paneling, mirrors, and bookcases that cover the walls of the Study. He is much more ordinary out of the group - Italian heritage, stubbly chin, with a cigarette hanging from his lips.
There is a knock on the Study door. Mrs. Black crosses to the door and opens it. Mr. Ash enters the room with a notepad and pen.
“Now,” Mrs. Black says taking a seat at the large desk in the window alcove, “Let’s get down to it shall we? I want the entire outside of Tudor Close redecorated. It is far too dark and depressing. I think it needs a lighter style.”
“Perhaps white with dark wood frame?” suggests Mr. Berry
“Yes,” Mrs. Black says, “I like that. No more brick. Wood! Wood veneer if we must. I want the most expensive, durable, and attractive exterior for this house.”
“Roofing?” asks Mr. Berry
“There are twelve gables,” Mrs. Black says, “But the top of the roof is rather flat. There are gargoyles in spots above the gables.”
“I’m not sure they will go with the white and dark wood,” Mr. Berry says
“They won’t.” Mrs. Black says, “I want the gargoyles appraised. Anything worthless will be donated to the church’s spring yard sale. Anything valuable will be auctioned off.”
“That’s where I must come in,” Mr. Biddle chuckles
“The only interior room I want redecorated,” Mrs. Black turns to Joseph Tan, “Is the Hall. It was the room where my husband met his untimely demise and I would prefer if the room has a more pleasant feel to it.”
Mr. Biddle and Miss LeBlanc shift a look of nervousness to each other.
“Your husband was murdered?” Miss LeBlanc asks
“If you read the newspapers you would have gotten the gory details.” Mrs. Black says pointedly
At the Hampshire Country Club, Professor Gregory Plum stands with Dr. Rex Prussian and two other men.
“It’s been so long since I’ve played here.” Professor Plum says admiring the smooth green grass and crystal blue ponds.
“It’s good to have you back in Hampshire.” Dr. Rex Prussian says, “My wife is looking forward to catching up with you. You will be joining us for dinner at the A Le Carte, won’t you?”
“That sounds like a plan.” Professor Plum says taking out a golf club and lining up his first shot.
“Professor,” Dr. Prussian says after a moment’s hesitation, “I hope you can put everything that happened the last time you were in Hampshire behind you.”
Professor Plum looks up at the clouds, “Oh yes, I’ve moved on.”
-FLASHBACK- AUGUST 31, 1934-
Professor Plum and Mrs. Roxanne Prussian sit in the living room of the Prussian Home.
“I just couldn’t believe that Hugh’s sister hit rock bottom,” Professor Plum says
“I didn’t even know she was in the picture anymore.” Mrs. Prussian says in her usual thick Italian American accent.
“I remember when we were in school and in New York we had to deal with the constant alcoholism of Sandra Crabgrass.” Professor Plum chuckles
“She was a handful.” Mrs. Prussian says, “God, I miss those days.”
“What brought you to England?” Professor Plum asks
“The same thing as you.” Mrs. Prussian says
“Your crazy sister?” Professor Plum asks
“No,” Mrs. Prussian laughs, “Love.”
“You must be mistaken,” Professor Plum says, “Love didn’t bring me to Hampshire.”
“Didn’t it?” asks Mrs. Prussian, “The first person you came to see when you arrived in Hampshire was me.”
“That’s because you were my best friend all throughout high school and college.” Professor Plum says
“It was more than that.” Mrs. Prussian says putting her hand on his shoulder and scooting closer to him.
“Roxie,” Professor Plum says, “You are married now.”
“I just need to know what it would have been like if I got the man of my dreams.” Mrs. Prussian leans into Professor Plum’s embrace and plants her lips lovingly on his. At that moment Dr. Prussian enters the house.
“What the hell?” Dr. Prussian gasps
-END OF FLASHBACK-
“It will be nice to see Roxanne again.” Professor Plum says under his breath as he strikes the ball with his club.
-Late Afternoon-
In the Hall of Tudor Close, Mrs. Sylvia Black stands with Mr. Ash and Mrs. White as Mr. Biddle and Miss LeBlanc examine the antiques that have been brought out onto a large cedar desk.
“This desk itself is rather impressive.” Mr. Biddle says
“Oh that isn’t part of the appraisal.” Mrs. Black says, “It’s from the Library.”
“The details of the cherubs and imps are divine.” Miss LeBlanc gentle runs her fingers along the wood.
“It’s one of my prized possessions.” Mrs. Black says
“This is a very nice statuette.” Mr. Biddle says picking up a bronze figurine of Justice.
“Yes,” Mrs. Black says, “It used to have three other statues that went with it. Fortitude, Prudence, and Temperance I believe.”
“Ah yes, the four Cardinal Virtues,” Mr. Biddle says, “1901 bronze statuettes. About 50 sets were made. Very rare indeed.”
“What ever happened to the others?” asks Miss LeBlanc
“Hugh and his three siblings each received one upon their mother’s death.” Mrs. Black says, “Hugh got justice. I believe Claire has Fortitude upstairs in her room. I’m not sure if she’ll be willing to part with it. Estelle most likely sold Temperance for drug money. Ironic since Temperance stands for soberness. I believe Margaret’s statuette was lost during one of her many moves across Europe and America.”
“This is rather worthless though without the others.” Mr. Biddle says turning to Miss LeBlanc, “It really won’t sell for much on its own.”
“I suppose not.” Miss LeBlanc says
“It’s just a novelty item.’ Mr. Biddle says, “You might as well keep it. There isn’t much a church yard sale can do with it.”
“Oh,” Mrs. Black says, “It really isn’t my taste. You can take it if you want. I really don’t want any memories of Hugh in this room.”
“That is very thoughtful of you, Mrs. Black.” Mr. Biddle says clutching the statuette tightly, he glances over the other antiques on the desk, “Now these tribal masks on the other hand will sell for a high price.”
Outside in the Stables, Scott Black wanders around aimlessly. He sees a rust-covered monkey Wrench lying in a pile of hay. He picks up the heavy tools and carries it over to the tool bench when he notices a mouse with its tail caught in a trap. He kneels down next to it, watching it weakly struggle to get out of its confinement. His bright gray eyes stare at the mouse with unwavering concentration. He watches as the mouse continues to struggle. He looks down at the Wrench in his hand and then at the mouse. He quickly slams the Wrench at the small body of the mouse. With a loud thud of the metal hitting the wood and the sound of the mouse’s unfortunate demise, a smile creeps across Scott’s face. He lifts up the Wrench and brushes hay over the dead mouse. He proceeds back to the tool bench where he sets down the Wrench and surveys the other sharp and blunt tools that catch his eyes. He picks up a small screwdriver
“Scott, what are you doing?” a voice asks from the Stable doorway
Scott turns around to see Jet.
“You scared me.” Scott says tossing the screwdriver back onto the tool bench.
“How long have you been out here? I’ve been looking all over for you.” Jet says
“I walked along the bank of the lake.” Scott says with a smile, “Then I came in here. Are you mad?”
“No, but ever since you got kidnapped I’ve been trying to keep an idea of where you are and what you are doing.” Jet says, “I can already tell this is going to be a long summer.”
“I’m fine,” Scott says picking at the blistering paint on the tool bench, “I’m just poking around the house like a normally do.”
“You haven’t really talked much about this kidnapping.” Jet says
“That’s because Mrs. Peacock was protecting me from Bradford.” Scott says crossing the Stable and walking towards the side door.
“Weren’t you the least bit scared?” asks Jet following him
“No,” Scott lies, “Everything was fine.”
“We haven’t really gotten to talk since dad died.” Jet’s voice trails off
“What do you want to talk about?” Scott says, “He’s dead. He was murdered in our house with a carving knife.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?” asks Jet standing in the doorway
“Of course it bothers me.” Scott says, “But Mrs. Peacock was forced into killing him. Bradford would have hurt her and possibly us too.”
“I don’t think Mrs. Peacock is telling the truth.” Jet says
“There isn’t anything to worry about anymore.” Scott says brushing past his brother and heading back towards the house.
In the Hall of Tudor Close, Mr. Biddle and Miss LeBlanc stand near the front door while Mrs. Black explains to Mr. Tan what interior redecorating will be done. Mrs. White and Mr. Ash put away the antiques.
“What luck Sylvia gave you that figurine.” Miss LeBlanc says
“Yes,” Mr. Biddle says, “Just be sure it ends up in the right place.”
“Well now that I helped you con Mrs. Black out of this little piece will you help me find a way to the attic?” Miss LeBlanc says, “I need to do a some snooping if I’m going to find what I came here to find.”
In his Bedroom of Tudor Close, Mr. John Boddy stands at his window looking down at the Rose Garden behind the Ballroom.
-FLASHBACK- APRIL 22, 1949-
Mr. Ash, Mrs. White, and Mr. Rusty Naylor rush to the Boat Dock to see Mr. Boddy tying up a lumpy black tarp.
“I wrapped him up in here.” Mr. Boddy says
“Good, Sylvia is inside the house with Scott, Jet, and Mrs. Peacock.” Mr. Ash says
“What are we going to do with the body?” asks Mrs. White
“Was he well known?” asks Mr. Boddy, “He had no identification on him.”
“Brunette,” Mr. Ash says, “Scott says he spoke in a French accent and an American accent. So his name is most likely fake.”
“So he’s just another scheming con.” Rusty says, “Out to ruin other people’s lives.”
“What could he have wanted with this family?” asks Mrs. White as she examines the duffle bag
“You act like this family is innocent.” Mr. Boddy says, “I fortunately don’t have to carry on the Black family name thanks to my mother.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” asks Mr. Ash
“I’m just trying to make it clear that this family is far from innocent.” Mr. Boddy says, “It’s not like we have never covered up the crimes that our dear loved ones have committed.”
“This man was a fraudulent kidnapper.” Mrs. White says
“And Estelle was a drug user but everyone just turned the cheek on her.” Mr. Boddy says, “Or what about Jessica… or should I say Bryce. Everyone just pretends like that never happened.”
“So we’ve had some bad in our past.” Rusty says, “Who hasn’t?”
“Do we really want to add murder to it?” asks Mr. Boddy
“I think murder is something we are all familiar with.” Mr. Ash says as he and Rusty pick up the awkwardly wrapped tarp.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
Mr. Boddy closes the curtains and walks over to his desk when there is a knock at the door.
“Come in,” he says
Jet enters the room, “John, I think we need to talk about Scott.”
“Are you two in a fight?” asks Mr. Boddy
“He’s been acting strange since he was kidnapped.” Jet says
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Mr. Boddy says, “The poor boy is most likely traumatized beyond belief.”
“That’s not what I’ve noticed.” Jet says, “He has no remorse. He thinks that he is in control of his life when he doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of himself. I took care of myself when I got involved with a bad crowd, but now it seems like he has no self-control. I saw him in the Stables fiddling with rusty old tools.”
“Jet,” Mr. Boddy rolls his eyes, “He’s a little boy! Boys like to play with rusty tools in old barns. I’m sure you did when you were a child.”
“He doesn’t seem even slightly sad over our father’s death though.” Jet says
“You weren’t exactly the mourning son either.” Mr. Boddy says with a sour face
“I’m just worried he’s going to do something stupid and this family is going to have to cover up another murder.” Jet says staring out the window at the Rose Garden.
-Evening-
Mrs. Peacock and Colonel Mustard sit down at their table in the A La Carte Restaurant.
“This is nice,” Mrs. Peacock says admiring the elegant chandeliers and dark wood interior of the dining hall, “I’ll admit I had my eyes on you the minute you moved on Ceil Drive. I was devastated when I found out that you were married.”
“Well you can see that wasn’t the case.” Colonel Mustard says, “I’m still confused as to how Bradford Black had connections with your old friend Francesca and instructed her to pose as my wife.”
“It’s confusing to me as well.” Mrs. Peacock says avoiding making eye contact with him, “I always try to see the best in people, which is why I get taken advantage of so often.”
Across the Restaurant, Dr. Prussian, Mrs. Prussian, and Professor Plum take their seats.
“I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done,” Professor Plum says, “Next time we have dinner together you must let me pay.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Dr. Prussian says
“I insist.” Professor Plum smiles
“Oh Rex,” Roxanne smacks her husband’s arm playfully, “He’s just trying to be a gentlemen.”
“I hope it doesn’t appear I’m trying too hard.” Professor Plum chuckles
“You’re from Brooklyn,” Roxanne says, “What more should I say?”
“Hey, you grew up in Brooklyn too!” Professor Plum defends, “You turned out just fine.”
“That’s because I moved to England and married a rich doctor.” Roxanne says playing with the corner of her napkin
“A proper English doctor to be exact!” Dr. Prussian says proudly
“And the best thing is that we can all be friends.” Roxanne says, “Despite all that has happened in our past.”
“Yes,” Dr. Prussian says, “I say to hell with old rivalries and hello to new friendships.”
“That is worthy of a toast.” Professor Plum says clearing his throat from the lump that has built up
“Speaking of booze,” Roxanne looks around, “Where is the maître d’?”
Across Town in the Meadow-Brook’s Dining Room, Mrs. Jane Meadow-Brook lights candles around the Dining Room as she prepares for her test dinner with Rusty Naylor. On the table is a basket of biscuits and breads and two bowls of soup. She stands as she observes the picture-perfect dinner scene. She takes the champagne bottle out of the ice bucket and places it next to the bottles of white and red wine and a crystal bottle containing spring water. She pours herself a glass of water and sits down at one end of the table and stares longingly at the chair on the opposite end of the table. The other chairs have been pushed against the walls. She quickly sets down her water and walks over to the gramophone. She puts on a soft violin, harp, and piano medley. The doorbell rings. Mrs. Meadow-Brook looks at herself in the large gold framed mirror which hangs over the sideboard. She fixes her hair and opens the door to see Rusty Naylor in a plaid orange and brown shirt with a dark brown overcoat.
“Good evening,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook greets as she takes his coat.
“Oh my, I feel a bit underdressed.” Rusty says, “You look beautiful.”
“Oh thank you, Rusty dear.” Jane says as she leads him into the Dining Room.
In his office of the Periwinkle Building, Mr. Thallo Green sits behind his desk smoking a big cigar as Mr. Miles Meadow-Brook paces back and forth at the windows.
“Pretty impressive isn’t it?” Mr. Green asks with a chuckle, “Forty-seventh floor!”
“What is it that you are exactly in charge of?” asks Mr. Meadow-Brook as he watches the busy city below.
“Management of industry,” Mr. Green says, “I’ve been promoted by Dante Egret to oversee what buildings are being used to store certain things he obtains.”
“I’m your lawyer,” Mr. Meadow-Brook, “Give it to me straight.”
“I keep track of where the drugs are and where they need to go.” Mr. Green rests his cigar on the edge of his crystal ashtray.
“You’ve worked your way up.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says uneasily
“I used to be an errand boy for Mr. Egret.” Mr. Green says, “Now I’m his go to man.”
“So I’m taking it that you are getting paid more.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“I could fill a swimming pool with a week’s worth of money.” Mr. Green says
“Under these circumstances shouldn’t I get paid more?” asks Mr. Meadow-Brook
Mr. Green gives him a confused look, “You aren’t serious?”
“I’m your lawyer.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “I’m protecting you in court almost every week when you get caught up in something. With a position of your standing and me being the best lawyer in Hampshire I’d think some extra money in my pocket would have been something you thought about.”
“That’s a dirty trick.” Mr. Green says, “In case you haven’t forgotten,” he lowers his voice, “I cut you in with Inspector Brown after Hugh died.”
“In case you haven’t forgotten,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “Inspector Brown and I could get a lot more money if it is split two ways rather than three.”
“So you are threatening to turn me in?” Mr. Green says
“I just thought a bonus in your lawyer’s pocket should be put in order.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“You’re blackmailing me.” Mr. Green says, “If I go down your wife goes down with me.”
“Oh please,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “She’s only my wife because I refuse to let her leave. Her being in jail would definitely assure me she isn’t with another man.”
Back at the Meadow-Brook Home, Jane Meadow-Brook and Rusty laugh as then continue into dinner.
“I didn’t know you knew so much about lethal poisons.” Rusty says, “I only know the ones that I grow.”
“Like my daddy used to say, ‘Give me a good neuromuscular poison any day!’” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says in a forced southern accent with a chuckle
“Have you ever thought of giving Miles a nice poison?” asks Rusty as he takes a sip of his wine
“Miles is going through a rough time.” Jane says, “He thinks he owns me.”
“Nothing could be farther from the truth.” Rusty says, “You are a beautiful independent woman.”
“Oh Rusty,” Jane says with a smile, “I wish Miles thought that way…”
“You still love him?” Rusty asks
“He’s blackmailing me to stay with him. I know he seems angry and violent but I think he is just lashing out because of the fact that he never got to heal from Jessica’s death.” Jane says
“So you still love him?” Rusty says with a hint of discontentment in his voice
“I don’t know.” Jane says staring at Rusty, “I really don’t know anymore.”
“Jane,” Rusty says, “Can I be perfectly honest with you?”
“Yes of course.” Jane says
“I loved you since the day you came to Hampshire.” Rusty says, “I didn’t think you would ever notice a lowly gardener. Then you married a lawyer. I still loved you from afar. The fact that you asked me to have dinner with you is proof that my love was not in vain.”
“Oh Rusty,” Jane giggles, “I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
“I mean it, Jane.” Rusty says, “I love you deeply.”
“Rusty,” Jane says with a discontented sigh
“Don’t you love me?” Rusty asks taking her hands in his
“I don’t know where I stand on love.” Jane says
“You fixed a romantic dinner for me.” Rusty smiles hopefully, “Shouldn’t that be enough?”
“One would hope.” Jane stands up, “Rusty I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression about tonight. I just needed to vent, I needed to talk to someone and let go of the anger pent up inside of me.”
“Oh, I see.” Rusty says with disappointment
“I’ll drive you home if you’d like.” Jane offers
“No,” Rusty says, “I will be the gentleman and bow out gracefully on my own.”
Back at the A La Carte Restaurant, Mrs. Peacock and Colonel Mustard continue talking as they sip martinis.
“It seems like ever since I was a child I was always second fiddle to my twin brother… and both of us were nothing compared to my sister Isabella. They treated her like a queen. Mainly because she was their only biological child.” Mrs. Peacock says, “In my parent’s eyes I was invisible.”
“I know the feeling,” Colonel Mustard says, “My older brother was the perfect example of a man. He graduated high school with top honors and went right into the military. I was still busy experimenting with girls. After my brother died in the war I joined to prove to my parents that I could make them proud.”
“Were they proud?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“No.” Colonel Mustard says, “No matter how high I was ranked they only ever talked about my brother and his honorable and heroic death.”
At the Prussian’s table, Roxanne Prussian gulps down her wine as the maître d’hôtel brings appetizers to the table.
“Oh these crab puffs are wonderful.” Roxanne says loudly
“I’m sure they are.” Dr. Prussian says with embarrassment on his face
“Are you going to have any?” asks Professor Plum who seems oblivious to Roxanne’s drunkenness.
“Rex has a seafood allergy.” Roxanne says, “He swells up like a sitting hen!”
“Then we shouldn’t have ordered them.” Professor Plum says moving the tray away from Rex.
“I’ll be fine so long as I don’t come into contact with them.” Dr. Prussian says
“Perhaps these ones are a bit bad.” Roxanne says chewing loudly
“Are they?” asks Dr. Prussian, “We should have them bring a fresh plate.”
“Maybe it’s the wine.” Roxanne puts her hand over her stomach, “Or the mixture of both.”
“Are you alright?” Professor Plum asks
“I think I just need to use the lady’s room.” Roxanne says as she steps away from the table.
“I hope she’ll be okay,” Professor Plum says
“She always goes a little overboard here.” Dr. Prussian says, “It’s nothing severe. Probably indigestion.”
At that moment Colonel Mustard begins choking from across the restaurant. Dr. Prussian turns his head to see Mrs. Peacock standing frantically by his side. Dr. Prussian rushes over and begins to assist Colonel Mustard. Professor Plum begins to walk over when Roxanne Prussian taps him on the shoulder and motions for him to follow her out of the room.
Dr. Prussian manages to dislodge an olive from Colonel Mustard’s throat.
“Thank you so much.” Colonel Mustard says coarsely
“We just ordered martinis.” Mrs. Peacock says, “He isn’t exactly an expert with these types of drinks.”
“I prefer whiskey.” Colonel Mustard says, “There is nothing dangerous floating inside.”
“Be careful,” Dr. Prussian says, “That could have ended a lot worse. You wouldn’t believe how many people die from choking.”
“Are you okay?” Mrs. Peacock asks
“I think I need a nice shot of whiskey from the bar.” Colonel Mustard stands up
“Allow me to fetch you one.” Dr. Prussian says
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Colonel Mustard says, “I’ll buy you one as well and then I’ll return to my date, we’ll only be a moment dear.”
“Take your time.” Mrs. Peacock says glancing over the menu.
In the Vestibule of the A La Carte Restaurant, Colonel Mustard and Dr. Prussian head towards the bar. Dr. Prussian begins to order as Colonel Mustard notices Mrs. Prussian and Professor Plum scurrying quickly out of the Cloak Room with disordered clothes.
Across Mayfield in Port Wells, Ms. Hawthorne walks down the hallway to the visitation room of the Port Wells Penitentiary. She takes a seat and is soon met by two guards escorting Bradford Black.
“Who are you?” asks Bradford as the guards take their post across the room at the room.
“I’m Lena Hawthorne,” she lowers her voice, “You probably don’t remember me. I doubt you would.”
“I don’t.” Bradford says
“Well you will after today.” Ms. Hawthorne says
“Prey tell…” Bradford says closing his eyes in impatience
“How much are you willing to pay me?” asks Ms. Hawthorne
“What would I be paying you for?” asks Bradford
“Let’s just say I have the perfect view of Ceil Drive and I could see clearly into Ms. Curry’s garden on the morning she was strangled.” Ms. Hawthorne says
“How much would you like, Ms. Hawthorne?” asks Bradford Black with a crooked smile on his face.
-Monday, May 9, 1949 –
-Morning-
At the top of a high hill in Hampshire sits an old redbrick house. The front yard is a less than cared for rose garden with stepping stones that lead it down the mountain to where an old mossy coloured Chevrolet pickup truck rests. The house itself is simple in its outward appearance - one large bay window off what appears to be a Parlor, four gables and a round turret-like lookout point in the attic, and two chimneys. A small cat bathes on the steps leading to the front door. From the window of the attic’s lookout point, a beady-eyed woman stands with binoculars pressed against the glass. With the aid of the binoculars the woman can see down the main street of Hampshire, the gardens of Tudor Close, and right down Ceil Drive. The beady-eyed woman is Lena Hawthorne, a two time widow and notorious gossiper. She watches as a woman walks up the mountain following the uneven stepping stones. She lets the binoculars hang from her neck and she scurries down the metal spiral staircase to the Parlor. She enters the Hall and opens the front door to see Mrs. Peacock about to ring the doorbell.
“The doorbell is jammed. You would have been pulling the chain all day.” Ms. Hawthorne says with a giggle. From the Kitchen she can hear the tea kettle whistling, “Oh! The tea is ready. Would you like some? Or coffee? I can make some coffee if you prefer coffee. My second husband always loved coffee. I’m more of a tea person. I never used to be. I actually detested tea when I was a little girl. It drove my mother mad. It was my first husband who insisted that I drink tea like a proper woman. I actually grew quite fond of it.”
“Ms. Hawthorne,” Mrs. Peacock says opening her purse and pulling out a cheque, “I know you didn’t call me here for your constant droning. Here is the money you asked for.”
“Oh, Penelope,” Ms. Hawthorn scurries into the open archway leading into the Kitchen, “You can’t blame me for at least making an effort to be friendly. After that cheque is deposited we can put all this nastiness behind us and move on to a happier chapter of our lives. We might even have brunch someday at a nice tea house in London. I have always dreamed of going to London with a friend and brushing shoulders with the crème de le crème.”
“Ms. Hawthorne,” Mrs. Peacock says following her into the Kitchen, “You are a miserable, pathetic blackmailer who spends the majority of her time spying on everyone else’s lives because your own life is too dry and dull to amuse you. Take this cheque and don’t talk to me ever again.”
“Penelope,” Ms. Hawthorn takes the kettle off the stove and pours the hot water into a porcelain tea pot, “I don’t want you to think of it as blackmail. Think of it as you buying my trust. In different circumstances this would be a bribe. I mean had you come to me begging me to be quiet you would have offer me some money anyway. Penelope, dear, I saw you strangling Celeste Curry back in April. I think you should at least try to act civil around me. Lord knows that you would be in prison in a heartbeat if Inspector Brown found out.”
“First of all, I don’t bribe people to keep them quiet. Second of all, I was exonerated for murdering Celeste and Hugh.” Mrs. Peacock says, “So it is your word against mine and Inspector Brown’s.”
“Yet here you are paying me off.” Ms. Hawthorne says, “With a woman who is so sure that she has nothing to fear and nothing to hide…”
“I don’t need any unnecessary gossip about me.” Mrs. Peacock says cutting her off, “Besides, Bradford is the real man behind these murders. He organized it.”
“Yes,” Ms. Hawthorne says sipping her tea, “Putting the blame on Bradford was a wise move. No one really ever liked him very much. If it wasn’t for Sylvia’s desperation to get her little boy back she would have seen past the façade of fraudulences that you created. After all, if a batty old woman like me can see through your lies I’m surprised no one else did. Then again being a witness helped.”
“Ms. Hawthorne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “If you are so certain that you witnessed me murdering someone who made me upset why are you so eager to make me even more upset. I would watch yourself very carefully. I have people who love and protect me. You are alone and have no one. One day you might trip down the stepping stones and never get up. No one will find you for weeks. So be very careful about who you make your enemy.”
Ms. Hawthorne stands visually shaken by Mrs. Peacock’s threats. She places the teacup on the counter and looks down at Mrs. Peacock’s hands as the cheque is placed into hers.
“I would suggest taking your trip to London very soon.” Mrs. Peacock says, “A woman of your age doesn’t have very many train rides left in them.”
Mrs. Peacock turns and walks away from Ms. Hawthorne.
“Penelope,” Ms. Hawthorne stops her again, “You and I both know that your life in Hampshire will never be the same again. Why not take a friend when a friend is offered. It will lessen the blow when you are standing next to someone when people gossip about you at the market, in church, at garden parties, and special dinners…”
“I have friends.” Mrs. Peacock says, “And they would never say a word about me.”
In the Kitchen of Tudor Close, Mrs. Blanche White stands at the sink washing the breakfast plates. It is clear that she is distracted.
“You got in late last night,” Mr. Ash says rolling in the serving cart and removing the white covering from it. He begins to unload more breakfast dishes onto the counter near Mrs. White.
“Yes,” Mrs. White says, “I felt like an evening stroll.”
“It was windy and rainy most of the night.” Mr. Ash says
“The air really clears up my sinuses.” Mrs. White says setting the plates in the drying rack and untying her apron, “Besides I only went from the Fountain to the Gazebo.”
“Sylvia is meeting with some people about the redecorating of Tudor Close.” Mr. Ash says, “Perhaps you could gather all the valuables from the Hall?”
“Why do I need to gather them?” asks Mrs. White
“One of the people she is meeting with will be appraising the valuables to see if they are worth keeping or donating.” Mr. Ash says
“I can’t believe she’s actually going through with this.” Mrs. White says, “I thought it was just a pipe dream the other day.”
“You know how Sylvia is.” Mr. Ash says, “When she gets something in her head she will stop at nothing until it is completed.”
“Just like Hugh.” Mrs. White says
“Yes,” Mr. Ash says, “The house feels so empty without him.”
In the Study of Tudor Close, Mrs. Sylvia Black paces back and forth in the window alcove where the desk is. She is dressed in a black business suit. A small group of people have been assembled. Nicolas Berry, the exterior decorator, stands near the bookcase following Sylvia with his eyes. He is young, clean, well groomed, with dark mysterious eyes. George Biddle, the insurance assessor, is sitting in an overstuffed armchair sipping a cup of tea. He has an obvious toupee, thin glasses, a thick moustache, and an overall jolly appearance about him. Mr. Biddle’s assistant, Miss Frances LeBlanc, sits in the chair to his left admiring the upholstering of the ottoman in front of the desk. She has long brown hair, large glasses which distort the size of her eyes, and is wearing heavy makeup. Joseph Tan, the interior designer, examines the fine detail of the wood wall paneling, mirrors, and bookcases that cover the walls of the Study. He is much more ordinary out of the group - Italian heritage, stubbly chin, with a cigarette hanging from his lips.
There is a knock on the Study door. Mrs. Black crosses to the door and opens it. Mr. Ash enters the room with a notepad and pen.
“Now,” Mrs. Black says taking a seat at the large desk in the window alcove, “Let’s get down to it shall we? I want the entire outside of Tudor Close redecorated. It is far too dark and depressing. I think it needs a lighter style.”
“Perhaps white with dark wood frame?” suggests Mr. Berry
“Yes,” Mrs. Black says, “I like that. No more brick. Wood! Wood veneer if we must. I want the most expensive, durable, and attractive exterior for this house.”
“Roofing?” asks Mr. Berry
“There are twelve gables,” Mrs. Black says, “But the top of the roof is rather flat. There are gargoyles in spots above the gables.”
“I’m not sure they will go with the white and dark wood,” Mr. Berry says
“They won’t.” Mrs. Black says, “I want the gargoyles appraised. Anything worthless will be donated to the church’s spring yard sale. Anything valuable will be auctioned off.”
“That’s where I must come in,” Mr. Biddle chuckles
“The only interior room I want redecorated,” Mrs. Black turns to Joseph Tan, “Is the Hall. It was the room where my husband met his untimely demise and I would prefer if the room has a more pleasant feel to it.”
Mr. Biddle and Miss LeBlanc shift a look of nervousness to each other.
“Your husband was murdered?” Miss LeBlanc asks
“If you read the newspapers you would have gotten the gory details.” Mrs. Black says pointedly
At the Hampshire Country Club, Professor Gregory Plum stands with Dr. Rex Prussian and two other men.
“It’s been so long since I’ve played here.” Professor Plum says admiring the smooth green grass and crystal blue ponds.
“It’s good to have you back in Hampshire.” Dr. Rex Prussian says, “My wife is looking forward to catching up with you. You will be joining us for dinner at the A Le Carte, won’t you?”
“That sounds like a plan.” Professor Plum says taking out a golf club and lining up his first shot.
“Professor,” Dr. Prussian says after a moment’s hesitation, “I hope you can put everything that happened the last time you were in Hampshire behind you.”
Professor Plum looks up at the clouds, “Oh yes, I’ve moved on.”
-FLASHBACK- AUGUST 31, 1934-
Professor Plum and Mrs. Roxanne Prussian sit in the living room of the Prussian Home.
“I just couldn’t believe that Hugh’s sister hit rock bottom,” Professor Plum says
“I didn’t even know she was in the picture anymore.” Mrs. Prussian says in her usual thick Italian American accent.
“I remember when we were in school and in New York we had to deal with the constant alcoholism of Sandra Crabgrass.” Professor Plum chuckles
“She was a handful.” Mrs. Prussian says, “God, I miss those days.”
“What brought you to England?” Professor Plum asks
“The same thing as you.” Mrs. Prussian says
“Your crazy sister?” Professor Plum asks
“No,” Mrs. Prussian laughs, “Love.”
“You must be mistaken,” Professor Plum says, “Love didn’t bring me to Hampshire.”
“Didn’t it?” asks Mrs. Prussian, “The first person you came to see when you arrived in Hampshire was me.”
“That’s because you were my best friend all throughout high school and college.” Professor Plum says
“It was more than that.” Mrs. Prussian says putting her hand on his shoulder and scooting closer to him.
“Roxie,” Professor Plum says, “You are married now.”
“I just need to know what it would have been like if I got the man of my dreams.” Mrs. Prussian leans into Professor Plum’s embrace and plants her lips lovingly on his. At that moment Dr. Prussian enters the house.
“What the hell?” Dr. Prussian gasps
-END OF FLASHBACK-
“It will be nice to see Roxanne again.” Professor Plum says under his breath as he strikes the ball with his club.
-Late Afternoon-
In the Hall of Tudor Close, Mrs. Sylvia Black stands with Mr. Ash and Mrs. White as Mr. Biddle and Miss LeBlanc examine the antiques that have been brought out onto a large cedar desk.
“This desk itself is rather impressive.” Mr. Biddle says
“Oh that isn’t part of the appraisal.” Mrs. Black says, “It’s from the Library.”
“The details of the cherubs and imps are divine.” Miss LeBlanc gentle runs her fingers along the wood.
“It’s one of my prized possessions.” Mrs. Black says
“This is a very nice statuette.” Mr. Biddle says picking up a bronze figurine of Justice.
“Yes,” Mrs. Black says, “It used to have three other statues that went with it. Fortitude, Prudence, and Temperance I believe.”
“Ah yes, the four Cardinal Virtues,” Mr. Biddle says, “1901 bronze statuettes. About 50 sets were made. Very rare indeed.”
“What ever happened to the others?” asks Miss LeBlanc
“Hugh and his three siblings each received one upon their mother’s death.” Mrs. Black says, “Hugh got justice. I believe Claire has Fortitude upstairs in her room. I’m not sure if she’ll be willing to part with it. Estelle most likely sold Temperance for drug money. Ironic since Temperance stands for soberness. I believe Margaret’s statuette was lost during one of her many moves across Europe and America.”
“This is rather worthless though without the others.” Mr. Biddle says turning to Miss LeBlanc, “It really won’t sell for much on its own.”
“I suppose not.” Miss LeBlanc says
“It’s just a novelty item.’ Mr. Biddle says, “You might as well keep it. There isn’t much a church yard sale can do with it.”
“Oh,” Mrs. Black says, “It really isn’t my taste. You can take it if you want. I really don’t want any memories of Hugh in this room.”
“That is very thoughtful of you, Mrs. Black.” Mr. Biddle says clutching the statuette tightly, he glances over the other antiques on the desk, “Now these tribal masks on the other hand will sell for a high price.”
Outside in the Stables, Scott Black wanders around aimlessly. He sees a rust-covered monkey Wrench lying in a pile of hay. He picks up the heavy tools and carries it over to the tool bench when he notices a mouse with its tail caught in a trap. He kneels down next to it, watching it weakly struggle to get out of its confinement. His bright gray eyes stare at the mouse with unwavering concentration. He watches as the mouse continues to struggle. He looks down at the Wrench in his hand and then at the mouse. He quickly slams the Wrench at the small body of the mouse. With a loud thud of the metal hitting the wood and the sound of the mouse’s unfortunate demise, a smile creeps across Scott’s face. He lifts up the Wrench and brushes hay over the dead mouse. He proceeds back to the tool bench where he sets down the Wrench and surveys the other sharp and blunt tools that catch his eyes. He picks up a small screwdriver
“Scott, what are you doing?” a voice asks from the Stable doorway
Scott turns around to see Jet.
“You scared me.” Scott says tossing the screwdriver back onto the tool bench.
“How long have you been out here? I’ve been looking all over for you.” Jet says
“I walked along the bank of the lake.” Scott says with a smile, “Then I came in here. Are you mad?”
“No, but ever since you got kidnapped I’ve been trying to keep an idea of where you are and what you are doing.” Jet says, “I can already tell this is going to be a long summer.”
“I’m fine,” Scott says picking at the blistering paint on the tool bench, “I’m just poking around the house like a normally do.”
“You haven’t really talked much about this kidnapping.” Jet says
“That’s because Mrs. Peacock was protecting me from Bradford.” Scott says crossing the Stable and walking towards the side door.
“Weren’t you the least bit scared?” asks Jet following him
“No,” Scott lies, “Everything was fine.”
“We haven’t really gotten to talk since dad died.” Jet’s voice trails off
“What do you want to talk about?” Scott says, “He’s dead. He was murdered in our house with a carving knife.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?” asks Jet standing in the doorway
“Of course it bothers me.” Scott says, “But Mrs. Peacock was forced into killing him. Bradford would have hurt her and possibly us too.”
“I don’t think Mrs. Peacock is telling the truth.” Jet says
“There isn’t anything to worry about anymore.” Scott says brushing past his brother and heading back towards the house.
In the Hall of Tudor Close, Mr. Biddle and Miss LeBlanc stand near the front door while Mrs. Black explains to Mr. Tan what interior redecorating will be done. Mrs. White and Mr. Ash put away the antiques.
“What luck Sylvia gave you that figurine.” Miss LeBlanc says
“Yes,” Mr. Biddle says, “Just be sure it ends up in the right place.”
“Well now that I helped you con Mrs. Black out of this little piece will you help me find a way to the attic?” Miss LeBlanc says, “I need to do a some snooping if I’m going to find what I came here to find.”
In his Bedroom of Tudor Close, Mr. John Boddy stands at his window looking down at the Rose Garden behind the Ballroom.
-FLASHBACK- APRIL 22, 1949-
Mr. Ash, Mrs. White, and Mr. Rusty Naylor rush to the Boat Dock to see Mr. Boddy tying up a lumpy black tarp.
“I wrapped him up in here.” Mr. Boddy says
“Good, Sylvia is inside the house with Scott, Jet, and Mrs. Peacock.” Mr. Ash says
“What are we going to do with the body?” asks Mrs. White
“Was he well known?” asks Mr. Boddy, “He had no identification on him.”
“Brunette,” Mr. Ash says, “Scott says he spoke in a French accent and an American accent. So his name is most likely fake.”
“So he’s just another scheming con.” Rusty says, “Out to ruin other people’s lives.”
“What could he have wanted with this family?” asks Mrs. White as she examines the duffle bag
“You act like this family is innocent.” Mr. Boddy says, “I fortunately don’t have to carry on the Black family name thanks to my mother.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” asks Mr. Ash
“I’m just trying to make it clear that this family is far from innocent.” Mr. Boddy says, “It’s not like we have never covered up the crimes that our dear loved ones have committed.”
“This man was a fraudulent kidnapper.” Mrs. White says
“And Estelle was a drug user but everyone just turned the cheek on her.” Mr. Boddy says, “Or what about Jessica… or should I say Bryce. Everyone just pretends like that never happened.”
“So we’ve had some bad in our past.” Rusty says, “Who hasn’t?”
“Do we really want to add murder to it?” asks Mr. Boddy
“I think murder is something we are all familiar with.” Mr. Ash says as he and Rusty pick up the awkwardly wrapped tarp.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
Mr. Boddy closes the curtains and walks over to his desk when there is a knock at the door.
“Come in,” he says
Jet enters the room, “John, I think we need to talk about Scott.”
“Are you two in a fight?” asks Mr. Boddy
“He’s been acting strange since he was kidnapped.” Jet says
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Mr. Boddy says, “The poor boy is most likely traumatized beyond belief.”
“That’s not what I’ve noticed.” Jet says, “He has no remorse. He thinks that he is in control of his life when he doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of himself. I took care of myself when I got involved with a bad crowd, but now it seems like he has no self-control. I saw him in the Stables fiddling with rusty old tools.”
“Jet,” Mr. Boddy rolls his eyes, “He’s a little boy! Boys like to play with rusty tools in old barns. I’m sure you did when you were a child.”
“He doesn’t seem even slightly sad over our father’s death though.” Jet says
“You weren’t exactly the mourning son either.” Mr. Boddy says with a sour face
“I’m just worried he’s going to do something stupid and this family is going to have to cover up another murder.” Jet says staring out the window at the Rose Garden.
-Evening-
Mrs. Peacock and Colonel Mustard sit down at their table in the A La Carte Restaurant.
“This is nice,” Mrs. Peacock says admiring the elegant chandeliers and dark wood interior of the dining hall, “I’ll admit I had my eyes on you the minute you moved on Ceil Drive. I was devastated when I found out that you were married.”
“Well you can see that wasn’t the case.” Colonel Mustard says, “I’m still confused as to how Bradford Black had connections with your old friend Francesca and instructed her to pose as my wife.”
“It’s confusing to me as well.” Mrs. Peacock says avoiding making eye contact with him, “I always try to see the best in people, which is why I get taken advantage of so often.”
Across the Restaurant, Dr. Prussian, Mrs. Prussian, and Professor Plum take their seats.
“I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done,” Professor Plum says, “Next time we have dinner together you must let me pay.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Dr. Prussian says
“I insist.” Professor Plum smiles
“Oh Rex,” Roxanne smacks her husband’s arm playfully, “He’s just trying to be a gentlemen.”
“I hope it doesn’t appear I’m trying too hard.” Professor Plum chuckles
“You’re from Brooklyn,” Roxanne says, “What more should I say?”
“Hey, you grew up in Brooklyn too!” Professor Plum defends, “You turned out just fine.”
“That’s because I moved to England and married a rich doctor.” Roxanne says playing with the corner of her napkin
“A proper English doctor to be exact!” Dr. Prussian says proudly
“And the best thing is that we can all be friends.” Roxanne says, “Despite all that has happened in our past.”
“Yes,” Dr. Prussian says, “I say to hell with old rivalries and hello to new friendships.”
“That is worthy of a toast.” Professor Plum says clearing his throat from the lump that has built up
“Speaking of booze,” Roxanne looks around, “Where is the maître d’?”
Across Town in the Meadow-Brook’s Dining Room, Mrs. Jane Meadow-Brook lights candles around the Dining Room as she prepares for her test dinner with Rusty Naylor. On the table is a basket of biscuits and breads and two bowls of soup. She stands as she observes the picture-perfect dinner scene. She takes the champagne bottle out of the ice bucket and places it next to the bottles of white and red wine and a crystal bottle containing spring water. She pours herself a glass of water and sits down at one end of the table and stares longingly at the chair on the opposite end of the table. The other chairs have been pushed against the walls. She quickly sets down her water and walks over to the gramophone. She puts on a soft violin, harp, and piano medley. The doorbell rings. Mrs. Meadow-Brook looks at herself in the large gold framed mirror which hangs over the sideboard. She fixes her hair and opens the door to see Rusty Naylor in a plaid orange and brown shirt with a dark brown overcoat.
“Good evening,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook greets as she takes his coat.
“Oh my, I feel a bit underdressed.” Rusty says, “You look beautiful.”
“Oh thank you, Rusty dear.” Jane says as she leads him into the Dining Room.
In his office of the Periwinkle Building, Mr. Thallo Green sits behind his desk smoking a big cigar as Mr. Miles Meadow-Brook paces back and forth at the windows.
“Pretty impressive isn’t it?” Mr. Green asks with a chuckle, “Forty-seventh floor!”
“What is it that you are exactly in charge of?” asks Mr. Meadow-Brook as he watches the busy city below.
“Management of industry,” Mr. Green says, “I’ve been promoted by Dante Egret to oversee what buildings are being used to store certain things he obtains.”
“I’m your lawyer,” Mr. Meadow-Brook, “Give it to me straight.”
“I keep track of where the drugs are and where they need to go.” Mr. Green rests his cigar on the edge of his crystal ashtray.
“You’ve worked your way up.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says uneasily
“I used to be an errand boy for Mr. Egret.” Mr. Green says, “Now I’m his go to man.”
“So I’m taking it that you are getting paid more.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“I could fill a swimming pool with a week’s worth of money.” Mr. Green says
“Under these circumstances shouldn’t I get paid more?” asks Mr. Meadow-Brook
Mr. Green gives him a confused look, “You aren’t serious?”
“I’m your lawyer.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “I’m protecting you in court almost every week when you get caught up in something. With a position of your standing and me being the best lawyer in Hampshire I’d think some extra money in my pocket would have been something you thought about.”
“That’s a dirty trick.” Mr. Green says, “In case you haven’t forgotten,” he lowers his voice, “I cut you in with Inspector Brown after Hugh died.”
“In case you haven’t forgotten,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “Inspector Brown and I could get a lot more money if it is split two ways rather than three.”
“So you are threatening to turn me in?” Mr. Green says
“I just thought a bonus in your lawyer’s pocket should be put in order.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“You’re blackmailing me.” Mr. Green says, “If I go down your wife goes down with me.”
“Oh please,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “She’s only my wife because I refuse to let her leave. Her being in jail would definitely assure me she isn’t with another man.”
Back at the Meadow-Brook Home, Jane Meadow-Brook and Rusty laugh as then continue into dinner.
“I didn’t know you knew so much about lethal poisons.” Rusty says, “I only know the ones that I grow.”
“Like my daddy used to say, ‘Give me a good neuromuscular poison any day!’” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says in a forced southern accent with a chuckle
“Have you ever thought of giving Miles a nice poison?” asks Rusty as he takes a sip of his wine
“Miles is going through a rough time.” Jane says, “He thinks he owns me.”
“Nothing could be farther from the truth.” Rusty says, “You are a beautiful independent woman.”
“Oh Rusty,” Jane says with a smile, “I wish Miles thought that way…”
“You still love him?” Rusty asks
“He’s blackmailing me to stay with him. I know he seems angry and violent but I think he is just lashing out because of the fact that he never got to heal from Jessica’s death.” Jane says
“So you still love him?” Rusty says with a hint of discontentment in his voice
“I don’t know.” Jane says staring at Rusty, “I really don’t know anymore.”
“Jane,” Rusty says, “Can I be perfectly honest with you?”
“Yes of course.” Jane says
“I loved you since the day you came to Hampshire.” Rusty says, “I didn’t think you would ever notice a lowly gardener. Then you married a lawyer. I still loved you from afar. The fact that you asked me to have dinner with you is proof that my love was not in vain.”
“Oh Rusty,” Jane giggles, “I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
“I mean it, Jane.” Rusty says, “I love you deeply.”
“Rusty,” Jane says with a discontented sigh
“Don’t you love me?” Rusty asks taking her hands in his
“I don’t know where I stand on love.” Jane says
“You fixed a romantic dinner for me.” Rusty smiles hopefully, “Shouldn’t that be enough?”
“One would hope.” Jane stands up, “Rusty I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression about tonight. I just needed to vent, I needed to talk to someone and let go of the anger pent up inside of me.”
“Oh, I see.” Rusty says with disappointment
“I’ll drive you home if you’d like.” Jane offers
“No,” Rusty says, “I will be the gentleman and bow out gracefully on my own.”
Back at the A La Carte Restaurant, Mrs. Peacock and Colonel Mustard continue talking as they sip martinis.
“It seems like ever since I was a child I was always second fiddle to my twin brother… and both of us were nothing compared to my sister Isabella. They treated her like a queen. Mainly because she was their only biological child.” Mrs. Peacock says, “In my parent’s eyes I was invisible.”
“I know the feeling,” Colonel Mustard says, “My older brother was the perfect example of a man. He graduated high school with top honors and went right into the military. I was still busy experimenting with girls. After my brother died in the war I joined to prove to my parents that I could make them proud.”
“Were they proud?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“No.” Colonel Mustard says, “No matter how high I was ranked they only ever talked about my brother and his honorable and heroic death.”
At the Prussian’s table, Roxanne Prussian gulps down her wine as the maître d’hôtel brings appetizers to the table.
“Oh these crab puffs are wonderful.” Roxanne says loudly
“I’m sure they are.” Dr. Prussian says with embarrassment on his face
“Are you going to have any?” asks Professor Plum who seems oblivious to Roxanne’s drunkenness.
“Rex has a seafood allergy.” Roxanne says, “He swells up like a sitting hen!”
“Then we shouldn’t have ordered them.” Professor Plum says moving the tray away from Rex.
“I’ll be fine so long as I don’t come into contact with them.” Dr. Prussian says
“Perhaps these ones are a bit bad.” Roxanne says chewing loudly
“Are they?” asks Dr. Prussian, “We should have them bring a fresh plate.”
“Maybe it’s the wine.” Roxanne puts her hand over her stomach, “Or the mixture of both.”
“Are you alright?” Professor Plum asks
“I think I just need to use the lady’s room.” Roxanne says as she steps away from the table.
“I hope she’ll be okay,” Professor Plum says
“She always goes a little overboard here.” Dr. Prussian says, “It’s nothing severe. Probably indigestion.”
At that moment Colonel Mustard begins choking from across the restaurant. Dr. Prussian turns his head to see Mrs. Peacock standing frantically by his side. Dr. Prussian rushes over and begins to assist Colonel Mustard. Professor Plum begins to walk over when Roxanne Prussian taps him on the shoulder and motions for him to follow her out of the room.
Dr. Prussian manages to dislodge an olive from Colonel Mustard’s throat.
“Thank you so much.” Colonel Mustard says coarsely
“We just ordered martinis.” Mrs. Peacock says, “He isn’t exactly an expert with these types of drinks.”
“I prefer whiskey.” Colonel Mustard says, “There is nothing dangerous floating inside.”
“Be careful,” Dr. Prussian says, “That could have ended a lot worse. You wouldn’t believe how many people die from choking.”
“Are you okay?” Mrs. Peacock asks
“I think I need a nice shot of whiskey from the bar.” Colonel Mustard stands up
“Allow me to fetch you one.” Dr. Prussian says
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Colonel Mustard says, “I’ll buy you one as well and then I’ll return to my date, we’ll only be a moment dear.”
“Take your time.” Mrs. Peacock says glancing over the menu.
In the Vestibule of the A La Carte Restaurant, Colonel Mustard and Dr. Prussian head towards the bar. Dr. Prussian begins to order as Colonel Mustard notices Mrs. Prussian and Professor Plum scurrying quickly out of the Cloak Room with disordered clothes.
Across Mayfield in Port Wells, Ms. Hawthorne walks down the hallway to the visitation room of the Port Wells Penitentiary. She takes a seat and is soon met by two guards escorting Bradford Black.
“Who are you?” asks Bradford as the guards take their post across the room at the room.
“I’m Lena Hawthorne,” she lowers her voice, “You probably don’t remember me. I doubt you would.”
“I don’t.” Bradford says
“Well you will after today.” Ms. Hawthorne says
“Prey tell…” Bradford says closing his eyes in impatience
“How much are you willing to pay me?” asks Ms. Hawthorne
“What would I be paying you for?” asks Bradford
“Let’s just say I have the perfect view of Ceil Drive and I could see clearly into Ms. Curry’s garden on the morning she was strangled.” Ms. Hawthorne says
“How much would you like, Ms. Hawthorne?” asks Bradford Black with a crooked smile on his face.