Episode 6 – “We All Make Mistakes”
Previously on the Memoirs of Mayfield: Scott Black slips his words and reveals that ‘she’ would hurt his family if he told who she was. Mrs. Black warns her husband not to underestimate the strength of a woman. Sabata Bronce learns that he will never be able to walk again. Mrs. Peacock takes bottles of wine to the people who were trapped beneath the Curry Home. Mrs. Black and Mrs. Peacock plan on a dinner party tomorrow night in honor of the safe return of the captives. While having a picnic with Miss Scarlet, Chandler proposes to her. Detective Winters investigates the Curry Home to find Gasoline spilled everywhere. As he finds a document that will help unleash the killer’s identity the furnace ignites and sets the house on fire. Detective Winters shoves the document in his shirt as the flames reach him.…
-Thursday, April 14, 1949-
-Afternoon-
As dark clouds begin to move over Sogoia Bay towards Hampshire with rumbles of thunder and sprinkles of rain, the citizens find themselves more baffled by the latest breaking news on the radio.
Outside the smoking remains of the Curry Home, Jane and Miles Meadow-Brook, Sylvia Black, Penelope Peacock, Thallo Green, and Colonel Mustard all stand watching firemen put out the remaining flames. Mrs. Black turns her face away in horror as they bring the mangled burned body of Detective Winters out on a stretch. They pull a sheet over him. Inspector Winfield Brown steps out of his car and surveys the damage. He steps under the police tape and looks at the ruin before him.
“We had evidence,” he says silently, “Oh for Christ’s sake; we had the evidence to put that madman behind bars! Now it’s up in smoke.”
Officer Pyrite walks over to him, “Sir, they are taking Winters to the morgue.”
“Why didn’t you collect all the papers, documents, and photos from the Study?” asks Inspector Brown angrily
“I wasn’t asked to, sir.” Officer Pyrite says looking at Inspector Brown in shock.
“Now we know nothing.” Inspector Brown says as he and Officer Pyrite begin to walk around the house to the backyard.
“Don’t you have any leads?” asks Officer Pyrite
“Just that it was a woman.” Inspector Brown says
“A woman?” asks Officer Pyrite, “How could a woman do all this?”
“With help from a man.” Inspector Brown says
“You think we have two killers?” asks Officer Pyrite, “A man and a woman.”
“Yes.” Inspector Brown says, “A woman to coax the victims into their deaths like a spider with flies! Then the man finishes the job!”
Back in the street, Jane Meadow-Brook and Miles Meadow-Brook slip away from the group and back to their house.
“We need to talk.” Miles says shutting the front door.
“Like hell we do!” Jane crosses her arms
“If they found something over there that Ms. Curry knew about, do you know what would happen?” Miles says
“The only thing this prevents is the embarrassment of your affair being known by the police.” Jane says turning towards the stairs
“We aren’t getting a divorce.” Miles says sternly
“Miles, so help me God, I will get the best lawyer in Great Britain.” Jane says, “I will take the house, the money, everything!”
“I asked you nicely.” Miles says, “I am not going to explain this to you again.”
Jane comes back down the stairs and stands in front of Miles. She looks him in the eye and slaps him.
“That is for cheating on me.” She slaps him again, “That is for dragging me into your scheme.” She slaps him again, “That is for second guessing me.”
“Stop slapping my face and sit down.” Miles says grabbing her wrist so she can’t slap him again.
“Why would I want to do that?” Jane asks angrily
“Because this house, all the money, and everything I made while married to you is written in my name. You won’t get a dime.” Miles says
Jane yanks her wrist out of his grip and tries to slap him again but he grabs both her wrists.
“Get off of me.” Jane shouts angrily
“Everything is in an off shore bank account.” Miles says gleefully, “You aren’t entitled to even one percent of it.”
“You’re wrong!” Jane shouts more fiercely as she squeezes the stair railing.
“The irregularities you found in my bankbook were not from my obsessive spending.” Miles says, “I was moving the money to a place where you couldn’t get your greedy little hands on it.”
“Miles,” Jane shouts
“Yes darling?” Miles answers sarcastically
“Do you remember how angry I was when I found out you were cheating on me?” asks Jane, “Do you remember how I angry I was when came home while you were having your sexcapades with Emily Peach?”
“Yes, I remember.” Miles says indifferently
“Well I did something.” Jane says bitterly, “I did something you aren’t going to be too happy about.”
“What have you done?” Miles begins to fear the possibilities
“Well I decided to pour myself a glass of Scotch and have a warm fire in your Study.” Jane says, “You know how much I like to do that when I’m angry.”
“Where are the bank statements?” asks Miles as he clenches his fists.
“As I threw the bank statements in the fire, I realized that whatever get rich quick scheme you and Thallo Green had been planning for the past three years was over. Your off shore account and all the money you foolishly put in there is as good as burned away.” Jane says calmly, “Because there were account numbers on those papers and I have a feeling the only other person who has access to those numbers are Mr. Green. And we all know he will side with me over you.”
“You crazy bitch!” Miles backs away from her
“I am stronger than you think.” Jane says snidely
Miles staggers angrily towards his Study.
“Shall I pour you a glass of Scotch?” asks Jane with a smirk, “Get off your high horse and stop acting like you are the only one who has say in the marriage. This marriage as you know it is over. If you refuse to let me live my life away from you I will make sure to make your life a living hell.”
At Tudor Close, Dr. Hugh Black stands at his dresser in the Master Bedroom. He looks in the full length mirror next to the dresser and adjusts his blazer. He rubs the stubble on his neck and chin as Sylvia Black enters the room.
“Did you hear about the fire?” asks Mrs. Black
“I had the radio on in the Library.” Dr. Black nods
“Penelope and I are going to hold a dinner party here tomorrow if that’s alright.” Mrs. Black asks, “We are welcoming back Scott, Chandler, and Sabata.”
“Oh,” Dr. Black says, “Of course. That sounds nice.”
“We are going to visit Sabata in the hospital now.” Mrs. Black says, “We were on our way when we saw the smoke from the Curry home.”
“Give Sabata my best.” Dr. Black says, “I hope he recovers well enough to attend the party!”
“As do I.” Mrs. Black smiles, “It just would not seem right if one of the honorary members were not there.”
“Darling,” Dr. Black says with a bit of frustration
“Yes?” Sylvia turns to him
“Have you been rearranging my dresser again?” asks Dr. Black
“No,” Sylvia says, “I know how upset you get when I do that.”
“Well my heart pills are next to the aspirin.” Dr. Black says, “I always keep them next to my sleeping tablets.”
“Maybe Mrs. White moved them while dusting.” Mrs. Black suggests, “You know how efficient she is.”
“Yes, you are probably right.” Dr. Black takes a glass from the table near the window and pours himself a glass of water from the crystal pitcher. He takes his pill as rain begins to splatter against the window.
In the Conservatory at Tudor Close, Madame Rose stands with her palm against the window. Rain comes down a little harder as she watches the gardeners stop their yard work and head back to the Garage. The sound of the rain is loud and pounding on the glass roof. Madame Rose walks back over to the wicker table where Miss Peach sits nervously.
“So you want to see how your future with your father is going to be?” asks Madame Rose opening a wooden box and taking out a stack of Tarot Cards.
“I’m just worried he won’t want anything to do with me.” Miss Peach says
“Cut the deck my dear.” Madame Rose motions for her
Miss Peach does and Madame Rose begins to turn the cards over.
“Your father is not going to be very accepting at the start.” Madame Rose says indicating certain cards, “He will indeed become closer to you once an illness threatens his time on this Earth.”
“My father is ill?” asks Miss Peach with sudden panic
“Not yet.” Madame Rose says she motions above to the racing clouds, “But when a storm comes through, it often brings out the worst in people.”
“Will he recover?” asks Miss Peach
“Yes.” Madame Rose says, “He will especially be happy to welcome his grandson into this world.”
“Grandson?” asks Miss Peach
“Haven’t you been feeling nauseous? Stressed? Tired?” asks Madame Rose, “In you condition I would have thought…”
“My condition?” asks Miss Peach, “I’m not pregnant. I’m just a bit sick and stressed over meeting my birth father.”
“That may be part of it,” Madame Rose says, “But trust me, I always now when a young woman is expecting. Psychic or not.”
“I can’t be.” Miss Peach says, “I haven’t really been seriously seeing someone.”
“But there has been intercourse.” Madame Rose says nodding
“Oh god.” Miss Peach gasps, “Miles.”
“Mr. Meadow-Brook?” Madame Rose gasps, “My God! The card of Justice.” She motions to the card of the woman holding balancing scales and a sword, “Justice of the law. In this case it represents the lawyer who is the father of your son.”
“Is there anything else?” Miss Peach asks, “About my father?”
“He will be getting married again for the third time.” Madame Rose says, “He will fall in love in less than a month due to extreme situations that will bring the community together.”
At the Green Home, Mr. Thallo Green opens his Study door to see all his marijuana plants growing fine. He starts to tend to them when there is a knock at his door. He exits the study, bolting the door behind him. He opens the front door to see Mr. Miles Meadow-Brook.
“We’ve got a problem.” Miles says
“It had better be a big problem for you to risk being seen here.” Mr. Green pulls him inside and closes the door.
Mr. Green leads Mr. Meadow-Brook to the Drawing Room.
“Brandy?” asks Mr. Green
“Oh yes.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“The police have been poking around this street most of the day. Do you really think it’s wise to be here?” asks Mr. Green
“Jane burned the papers.” Mr. Meadow-Brook blurts out.
Mr. Green drops the bottle of brandy on the floor. It shatters.
“Please tell me this is your new found sense of humor.” Mr. Green asks still facing the minibar.
“She burned them.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “I told her our marriage was over and she informed me that she destroyed the off shore bank account statements yesterday.”
“Miles,” Mr. Green turns around trying very hard to maintain a sense of calmness, “I just spent three hundred pounds on acupuncture therapy to help me relax. Please do not ruin this for me.”
“Mr. Green,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “You are on my side?”
“Miles,” Mr. Green begins to become more visually upset, “A third of the money in that off shore account was the money you put in there.” He loses it and lashes out at Miles, “Two thirds of that money was mine!”
“I know,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “That why I thought I should tell you.”
“I trusted you with those papers.” Mr. Green says, “You assured me you would take good care of them!”
“Maybe I can fix this. You still have a copy of the bank statements?” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“No!” Mr. Green says, “Those papers were only ever in your hands. You are the only lawyer that ever saw those papers. There was a reason you were the only lawyer that saw those papers. How the hell are you supposed to fix this? We can’t march down to the legal firm and request the £33,000,000 back!”
“Did Jane even know how much money was in there?” asks Mr. Green
“If she found the bank statements and actually took the time to read them, she would have.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “She was drunk.”
“Miles,” Mr. Green says, “We could both be killed.”
“Not if we do what we did three years ago.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“Don’t even joke about that.” Mr. Green says
“It’s not like you’ve never killed anyone before.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“It’s one thing to kill a drug dealer who is smoking out our entire product.” Mr. Green says, “It’s a whole other thing to kill a cop and try to cover it up.”
“The bright side to this is that if we get taken down for killing that cop, Jane comes down with us.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“You leave Jane out of this!” Mr. Green shouts defensively, “She may be your wife but I love her in a way you never will be able to. If you let anyone or anything hurt her I will personally kill you.”
“She involved herself in this mess. She was the one who cleaned up the blood.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “She was the anonymous tip that said he was a lying cop who took bribes. She was the one who suggested taking him to a bad part of Port Wells and dumping him in an alley. And now she is the one who burned the goddamn papers!”
“I know Jane better than you do, we have nothing to worry about.” Mr. Green says after a moment of relief
“How do you mean?” asks Mr. Meadow-Brook with frustration in his voice
“She is so smart. She always thinks everything through.” Mr. Green says smiling
“I don’t follow.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“She is so efficient that there is no way she burned the statement before reading it.” Mr. Green says
“You mean?” Mr. Meadow-Brook begins to realize
“She has it and is using it to her advantage.” Mr. Green says
“Of course.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“She’s a genius.” Mr. Green says, “Listen, work out your marriage. Get on her good side. Believe me when I tell you that she is worth more now than you are and I will choose her over you without a second thought.”
Back at Tudor Close, Jet Black is in his room putting the bags of marijuana in a hollow book. There is a knock at his door. He quickly puts the remaining bags under his blankets and opens the door to see Scott standing in the hallway.
“What do you want?” asks Jet, rather annoyed
“That’s no way to talk to a kid that was just kidnapped.” Scott brushes past his brother and enters his room
“You have to tell mom and dad who took you.” Jet says, “Our family is in danger if you don’t.”
“I can’t.” Scott says beginning to get worked up as tears build up in his eyes
“At least tell me so I can sort this out with our parents.” Jet says, “I am your brother. You need to let me take care of you and keep you say from the monster who took you.”
“I just can’t.” Scott says tossing himself down on the bed, “I have a really bad feeling about all of this. I will not risk our safety by telling anyone who I saw. I would get killed, dad would get killed, mother would get killed, and you...”
“Not if we get the police to arrest the murderer before anyone else gets hurt.” Jet says stopping his hysterical brother from speaking, “Who was it Scott? If you don’t tell someone now and someone else gets hurt it is going to be your fault! Tell me who took you!”
“Let the police deal with it! I am only a kid. I refuse to be a part of this.” Scott says
“You already are a part of it.” Jet grabs him by the shoulders, “Tell me what happened so I can be sure that it will never happen again!”
Scott pulls away from his brother and rushes to the door. Jet grabs him by the arm and drags him back.
“Scott,” Jet shouts, “Be serious with me! This isn’t something to joke about. This is not a game! People are getting killed left and right!”
“I am taking this seriously!” Scott says, “I am protecting this family. Anyone who knows is in a risk of dying.”
“I can’t believe you would betray me like this.” Jet says letting go of his arm, “I actually trusted you. I thought you could trust me too.”
“Not everything is about you Jet!” Scott says turning away
“Shut up.” Jet shoves his brother back into the hall and slams the door.
“Everything is going to be okay.” Scott says sadly as he walks down the hallway.
At the Peacock Residence, Miss Cynthia Scarlet and Chandler Weiss enter through the front door. The housekeeper, Mrs. Myrtle stands at the end of the hall washing the window on the back door.
“Melinda, what happened to the Curry Home?” asks Miss Scarlet
“Someone blew it up.” Mrs. Myrtle says, “Probably the same person that killed Ms. Curry and that Investigator. It’s what the police are saying.”
“Where’s Aunt Penelope?” asks Miss Scarlet
“At the hospital with Mrs. Black.” Mrs. Myrtle says
“No,” the booming voice of Mrs. Peacock says from the front door, “I’m here.”
Miss Scarlet and Chandler turn around quickly from the startle.
“Sabata was being interrogated. We couldn’t get in to see him.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Aunt Penelope,” Miss Scarlet says, “We need to talk to you in the Drawing Room.”
“Maybe this isn’t a good time.” Chandler says biting his lip, “Especially with the fire and the murders and all the town’s drama.”
“Chandler, I think a little good news will brighten this day.”
Mrs. Peacock opens the Drawing Room door as the trio sits down.
“Well?” Mrs. Peacock asks from her usual chair near the fireplace.
“Chandler and I are getting married.” Miss Scarlet holds up her hand to show the engagement ring.
“Oh.” Mrs. Peacock forces out a smile, “That is some good news. You’re a very lucky man, Chandler.”
“We haven’t set a date yet, but I know that we want it to be a June wedding.” Miss Scarlet says, “On the same beach he proposed to me.”
“Cynthia,” Mrs. Peacock says, “This calls for celebrating. Why don’t you select a fine bottle of champagne from the cellar.”
Miss Scarlet excitedly scurries down the Hall.
“Well you move on quickly.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Please, Mrs. Peacock,” Chandler says
“No, no, I understand.” Mrs. Peacock says fingering her scarf, “Once you outgrow me, you move on to the next best thing.”
“Mrs. Peacock, we haven’t really been seeing much of each other for a few months now.” Chandler says
“That’s not true.” Mrs. Peacock says straightforwardly, “I see you every day playing tennis.”
“I didn’t mean like that.” Chandler says, “You know what I mean.”
“When do you intend to tell Cynthia that I was your secret lover?” Mrs. Peacock asks
“I don’t think it is necessary to tell her.” Chandler says
“Well if you don’t, I will.” Mrs. Peacock says, “And as you probably already know, I am not good with let downs.”
Outside the Drawing Room door, Mrs. Myrtle listens intently.
At the Mayfield Divisional Police Department, Inspector Brown sits behind his desk looking through a list of names in his notebook. The telephone rings.
“This is Brown.” He answers
“Sir, the morgue just got done checking Detective Winters’ body.” An officer says
“Is there any relevance to this call?” asks Inspector Brown as he flips through his notebook
“They found a document that he shoves in his shirt at the last moment before burning.” The officer says
Inspector Brown sits forward with interest, “Any leads?”
“It was an adoption document.” The officer says, “It was hard to make out but from what was salvaged, Ms. Curry gave up twins. A boy and a girl.”
“A boy and girl.” Inspector Brown says, “So it is very possible that these twins could be our man and woman behind this murder.”
“It is very likely.” The officer says
“So now we have a motive.” Inspector Brown says, “Hard feelings over their mother’s abandonment.”
“Sir,” the officer says, “According to the record, the father of the twins is Dr. Hugh Black.”
-Thursday, April 14, 1949-
-Afternoon-
As dark clouds begin to move over Sogoia Bay towards Hampshire with rumbles of thunder and sprinkles of rain, the citizens find themselves more baffled by the latest breaking news on the radio.
Outside the smoking remains of the Curry Home, Jane and Miles Meadow-Brook, Sylvia Black, Penelope Peacock, Thallo Green, and Colonel Mustard all stand watching firemen put out the remaining flames. Mrs. Black turns her face away in horror as they bring the mangled burned body of Detective Winters out on a stretch. They pull a sheet over him. Inspector Winfield Brown steps out of his car and surveys the damage. He steps under the police tape and looks at the ruin before him.
“We had evidence,” he says silently, “Oh for Christ’s sake; we had the evidence to put that madman behind bars! Now it’s up in smoke.”
Officer Pyrite walks over to him, “Sir, they are taking Winters to the morgue.”
“Why didn’t you collect all the papers, documents, and photos from the Study?” asks Inspector Brown angrily
“I wasn’t asked to, sir.” Officer Pyrite says looking at Inspector Brown in shock.
“Now we know nothing.” Inspector Brown says as he and Officer Pyrite begin to walk around the house to the backyard.
“Don’t you have any leads?” asks Officer Pyrite
“Just that it was a woman.” Inspector Brown says
“A woman?” asks Officer Pyrite, “How could a woman do all this?”
“With help from a man.” Inspector Brown says
“You think we have two killers?” asks Officer Pyrite, “A man and a woman.”
“Yes.” Inspector Brown says, “A woman to coax the victims into their deaths like a spider with flies! Then the man finishes the job!”
Back in the street, Jane Meadow-Brook and Miles Meadow-Brook slip away from the group and back to their house.
“We need to talk.” Miles says shutting the front door.
“Like hell we do!” Jane crosses her arms
“If they found something over there that Ms. Curry knew about, do you know what would happen?” Miles says
“The only thing this prevents is the embarrassment of your affair being known by the police.” Jane says turning towards the stairs
“We aren’t getting a divorce.” Miles says sternly
“Miles, so help me God, I will get the best lawyer in Great Britain.” Jane says, “I will take the house, the money, everything!”
“I asked you nicely.” Miles says, “I am not going to explain this to you again.”
Jane comes back down the stairs and stands in front of Miles. She looks him in the eye and slaps him.
“That is for cheating on me.” She slaps him again, “That is for dragging me into your scheme.” She slaps him again, “That is for second guessing me.”
“Stop slapping my face and sit down.” Miles says grabbing her wrist so she can’t slap him again.
“Why would I want to do that?” Jane asks angrily
“Because this house, all the money, and everything I made while married to you is written in my name. You won’t get a dime.” Miles says
Jane yanks her wrist out of his grip and tries to slap him again but he grabs both her wrists.
“Get off of me.” Jane shouts angrily
“Everything is in an off shore bank account.” Miles says gleefully, “You aren’t entitled to even one percent of it.”
“You’re wrong!” Jane shouts more fiercely as she squeezes the stair railing.
“The irregularities you found in my bankbook were not from my obsessive spending.” Miles says, “I was moving the money to a place where you couldn’t get your greedy little hands on it.”
“Miles,” Jane shouts
“Yes darling?” Miles answers sarcastically
“Do you remember how angry I was when I found out you were cheating on me?” asks Jane, “Do you remember how I angry I was when came home while you were having your sexcapades with Emily Peach?”
“Yes, I remember.” Miles says indifferently
“Well I did something.” Jane says bitterly, “I did something you aren’t going to be too happy about.”
“What have you done?” Miles begins to fear the possibilities
“Well I decided to pour myself a glass of Scotch and have a warm fire in your Study.” Jane says, “You know how much I like to do that when I’m angry.”
“Where are the bank statements?” asks Miles as he clenches his fists.
“As I threw the bank statements in the fire, I realized that whatever get rich quick scheme you and Thallo Green had been planning for the past three years was over. Your off shore account and all the money you foolishly put in there is as good as burned away.” Jane says calmly, “Because there were account numbers on those papers and I have a feeling the only other person who has access to those numbers are Mr. Green. And we all know he will side with me over you.”
“You crazy bitch!” Miles backs away from her
“I am stronger than you think.” Jane says snidely
Miles staggers angrily towards his Study.
“Shall I pour you a glass of Scotch?” asks Jane with a smirk, “Get off your high horse and stop acting like you are the only one who has say in the marriage. This marriage as you know it is over. If you refuse to let me live my life away from you I will make sure to make your life a living hell.”
At Tudor Close, Dr. Hugh Black stands at his dresser in the Master Bedroom. He looks in the full length mirror next to the dresser and adjusts his blazer. He rubs the stubble on his neck and chin as Sylvia Black enters the room.
“Did you hear about the fire?” asks Mrs. Black
“I had the radio on in the Library.” Dr. Black nods
“Penelope and I are going to hold a dinner party here tomorrow if that’s alright.” Mrs. Black asks, “We are welcoming back Scott, Chandler, and Sabata.”
“Oh,” Dr. Black says, “Of course. That sounds nice.”
“We are going to visit Sabata in the hospital now.” Mrs. Black says, “We were on our way when we saw the smoke from the Curry home.”
“Give Sabata my best.” Dr. Black says, “I hope he recovers well enough to attend the party!”
“As do I.” Mrs. Black smiles, “It just would not seem right if one of the honorary members were not there.”
“Darling,” Dr. Black says with a bit of frustration
“Yes?” Sylvia turns to him
“Have you been rearranging my dresser again?” asks Dr. Black
“No,” Sylvia says, “I know how upset you get when I do that.”
“Well my heart pills are next to the aspirin.” Dr. Black says, “I always keep them next to my sleeping tablets.”
“Maybe Mrs. White moved them while dusting.” Mrs. Black suggests, “You know how efficient she is.”
“Yes, you are probably right.” Dr. Black takes a glass from the table near the window and pours himself a glass of water from the crystal pitcher. He takes his pill as rain begins to splatter against the window.
In the Conservatory at Tudor Close, Madame Rose stands with her palm against the window. Rain comes down a little harder as she watches the gardeners stop their yard work and head back to the Garage. The sound of the rain is loud and pounding on the glass roof. Madame Rose walks back over to the wicker table where Miss Peach sits nervously.
“So you want to see how your future with your father is going to be?” asks Madame Rose opening a wooden box and taking out a stack of Tarot Cards.
“I’m just worried he won’t want anything to do with me.” Miss Peach says
“Cut the deck my dear.” Madame Rose motions for her
Miss Peach does and Madame Rose begins to turn the cards over.
“Your father is not going to be very accepting at the start.” Madame Rose says indicating certain cards, “He will indeed become closer to you once an illness threatens his time on this Earth.”
“My father is ill?” asks Miss Peach with sudden panic
“Not yet.” Madame Rose says she motions above to the racing clouds, “But when a storm comes through, it often brings out the worst in people.”
“Will he recover?” asks Miss Peach
“Yes.” Madame Rose says, “He will especially be happy to welcome his grandson into this world.”
“Grandson?” asks Miss Peach
“Haven’t you been feeling nauseous? Stressed? Tired?” asks Madame Rose, “In you condition I would have thought…”
“My condition?” asks Miss Peach, “I’m not pregnant. I’m just a bit sick and stressed over meeting my birth father.”
“That may be part of it,” Madame Rose says, “But trust me, I always now when a young woman is expecting. Psychic or not.”
“I can’t be.” Miss Peach says, “I haven’t really been seriously seeing someone.”
“But there has been intercourse.” Madame Rose says nodding
“Oh god.” Miss Peach gasps, “Miles.”
“Mr. Meadow-Brook?” Madame Rose gasps, “My God! The card of Justice.” She motions to the card of the woman holding balancing scales and a sword, “Justice of the law. In this case it represents the lawyer who is the father of your son.”
“Is there anything else?” Miss Peach asks, “About my father?”
“He will be getting married again for the third time.” Madame Rose says, “He will fall in love in less than a month due to extreme situations that will bring the community together.”
At the Green Home, Mr. Thallo Green opens his Study door to see all his marijuana plants growing fine. He starts to tend to them when there is a knock at his door. He exits the study, bolting the door behind him. He opens the front door to see Mr. Miles Meadow-Brook.
“We’ve got a problem.” Miles says
“It had better be a big problem for you to risk being seen here.” Mr. Green pulls him inside and closes the door.
Mr. Green leads Mr. Meadow-Brook to the Drawing Room.
“Brandy?” asks Mr. Green
“Oh yes.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“The police have been poking around this street most of the day. Do you really think it’s wise to be here?” asks Mr. Green
“Jane burned the papers.” Mr. Meadow-Brook blurts out.
Mr. Green drops the bottle of brandy on the floor. It shatters.
“Please tell me this is your new found sense of humor.” Mr. Green asks still facing the minibar.
“She burned them.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “I told her our marriage was over and she informed me that she destroyed the off shore bank account statements yesterday.”
“Miles,” Mr. Green turns around trying very hard to maintain a sense of calmness, “I just spent three hundred pounds on acupuncture therapy to help me relax. Please do not ruin this for me.”
“Mr. Green,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “You are on my side?”
“Miles,” Mr. Green begins to become more visually upset, “A third of the money in that off shore account was the money you put in there.” He loses it and lashes out at Miles, “Two thirds of that money was mine!”
“I know,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “That why I thought I should tell you.”
“I trusted you with those papers.” Mr. Green says, “You assured me you would take good care of them!”
“Maybe I can fix this. You still have a copy of the bank statements?” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“No!” Mr. Green says, “Those papers were only ever in your hands. You are the only lawyer that ever saw those papers. There was a reason you were the only lawyer that saw those papers. How the hell are you supposed to fix this? We can’t march down to the legal firm and request the £33,000,000 back!”
“Did Jane even know how much money was in there?” asks Mr. Green
“If she found the bank statements and actually took the time to read them, she would have.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “She was drunk.”
“Miles,” Mr. Green says, “We could both be killed.”
“Not if we do what we did three years ago.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“Don’t even joke about that.” Mr. Green says
“It’s not like you’ve never killed anyone before.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“It’s one thing to kill a drug dealer who is smoking out our entire product.” Mr. Green says, “It’s a whole other thing to kill a cop and try to cover it up.”
“The bright side to this is that if we get taken down for killing that cop, Jane comes down with us.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“You leave Jane out of this!” Mr. Green shouts defensively, “She may be your wife but I love her in a way you never will be able to. If you let anyone or anything hurt her I will personally kill you.”
“She involved herself in this mess. She was the one who cleaned up the blood.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “She was the anonymous tip that said he was a lying cop who took bribes. She was the one who suggested taking him to a bad part of Port Wells and dumping him in an alley. And now she is the one who burned the goddamn papers!”
“I know Jane better than you do, we have nothing to worry about.” Mr. Green says after a moment of relief
“How do you mean?” asks Mr. Meadow-Brook with frustration in his voice
“She is so smart. She always thinks everything through.” Mr. Green says smiling
“I don’t follow.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“She is so efficient that there is no way she burned the statement before reading it.” Mr. Green says
“You mean?” Mr. Meadow-Brook begins to realize
“She has it and is using it to her advantage.” Mr. Green says
“Of course.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says
“She’s a genius.” Mr. Green says, “Listen, work out your marriage. Get on her good side. Believe me when I tell you that she is worth more now than you are and I will choose her over you without a second thought.”
Back at Tudor Close, Jet Black is in his room putting the bags of marijuana in a hollow book. There is a knock at his door. He quickly puts the remaining bags under his blankets and opens the door to see Scott standing in the hallway.
“What do you want?” asks Jet, rather annoyed
“That’s no way to talk to a kid that was just kidnapped.” Scott brushes past his brother and enters his room
“You have to tell mom and dad who took you.” Jet says, “Our family is in danger if you don’t.”
“I can’t.” Scott says beginning to get worked up as tears build up in his eyes
“At least tell me so I can sort this out with our parents.” Jet says, “I am your brother. You need to let me take care of you and keep you say from the monster who took you.”
“I just can’t.” Scott says tossing himself down on the bed, “I have a really bad feeling about all of this. I will not risk our safety by telling anyone who I saw. I would get killed, dad would get killed, mother would get killed, and you...”
“Not if we get the police to arrest the murderer before anyone else gets hurt.” Jet says stopping his hysterical brother from speaking, “Who was it Scott? If you don’t tell someone now and someone else gets hurt it is going to be your fault! Tell me who took you!”
“Let the police deal with it! I am only a kid. I refuse to be a part of this.” Scott says
“You already are a part of it.” Jet grabs him by the shoulders, “Tell me what happened so I can be sure that it will never happen again!”
Scott pulls away from his brother and rushes to the door. Jet grabs him by the arm and drags him back.
“Scott,” Jet shouts, “Be serious with me! This isn’t something to joke about. This is not a game! People are getting killed left and right!”
“I am taking this seriously!” Scott says, “I am protecting this family. Anyone who knows is in a risk of dying.”
“I can’t believe you would betray me like this.” Jet says letting go of his arm, “I actually trusted you. I thought you could trust me too.”
“Not everything is about you Jet!” Scott says turning away
“Shut up.” Jet shoves his brother back into the hall and slams the door.
“Everything is going to be okay.” Scott says sadly as he walks down the hallway.
At the Peacock Residence, Miss Cynthia Scarlet and Chandler Weiss enter through the front door. The housekeeper, Mrs. Myrtle stands at the end of the hall washing the window on the back door.
“Melinda, what happened to the Curry Home?” asks Miss Scarlet
“Someone blew it up.” Mrs. Myrtle says, “Probably the same person that killed Ms. Curry and that Investigator. It’s what the police are saying.”
“Where’s Aunt Penelope?” asks Miss Scarlet
“At the hospital with Mrs. Black.” Mrs. Myrtle says
“No,” the booming voice of Mrs. Peacock says from the front door, “I’m here.”
Miss Scarlet and Chandler turn around quickly from the startle.
“Sabata was being interrogated. We couldn’t get in to see him.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Aunt Penelope,” Miss Scarlet says, “We need to talk to you in the Drawing Room.”
“Maybe this isn’t a good time.” Chandler says biting his lip, “Especially with the fire and the murders and all the town’s drama.”
“Chandler, I think a little good news will brighten this day.”
Mrs. Peacock opens the Drawing Room door as the trio sits down.
“Well?” Mrs. Peacock asks from her usual chair near the fireplace.
“Chandler and I are getting married.” Miss Scarlet holds up her hand to show the engagement ring.
“Oh.” Mrs. Peacock forces out a smile, “That is some good news. You’re a very lucky man, Chandler.”
“We haven’t set a date yet, but I know that we want it to be a June wedding.” Miss Scarlet says, “On the same beach he proposed to me.”
“Cynthia,” Mrs. Peacock says, “This calls for celebrating. Why don’t you select a fine bottle of champagne from the cellar.”
Miss Scarlet excitedly scurries down the Hall.
“Well you move on quickly.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Please, Mrs. Peacock,” Chandler says
“No, no, I understand.” Mrs. Peacock says fingering her scarf, “Once you outgrow me, you move on to the next best thing.”
“Mrs. Peacock, we haven’t really been seeing much of each other for a few months now.” Chandler says
“That’s not true.” Mrs. Peacock says straightforwardly, “I see you every day playing tennis.”
“I didn’t mean like that.” Chandler says, “You know what I mean.”
“When do you intend to tell Cynthia that I was your secret lover?” Mrs. Peacock asks
“I don’t think it is necessary to tell her.” Chandler says
“Well if you don’t, I will.” Mrs. Peacock says, “And as you probably already know, I am not good with let downs.”
Outside the Drawing Room door, Mrs. Myrtle listens intently.
At the Mayfield Divisional Police Department, Inspector Brown sits behind his desk looking through a list of names in his notebook. The telephone rings.
“This is Brown.” He answers
“Sir, the morgue just got done checking Detective Winters’ body.” An officer says
“Is there any relevance to this call?” asks Inspector Brown as he flips through his notebook
“They found a document that he shoves in his shirt at the last moment before burning.” The officer says
Inspector Brown sits forward with interest, “Any leads?”
“It was an adoption document.” The officer says, “It was hard to make out but from what was salvaged, Ms. Curry gave up twins. A boy and a girl.”
“A boy and girl.” Inspector Brown says, “So it is very possible that these twins could be our man and woman behind this murder.”
“It is very likely.” The officer says
“So now we have a motive.” Inspector Brown says, “Hard feelings over their mother’s abandonment.”
“Sir,” the officer says, “According to the record, the father of the twins is Dr. Hugh Black.”