HINT! ep4: Just Deserts

This is the sound of worlds beyond number. When last we saw this tense and frightful scene at the mansion, Mrs. White and mustard had found the scene of the cleanup of the crime, a little toilet by the kitchen with just a tiny smudge of blood on the handle of the faucet. Meanwhile in the library, the rest of our guests had just recently uncovered the secrets of Urania's boobs and the treasure hidden therein. There's a moment out that the globe has slid open and you see the gun there inside the recess. I would like to walk slowly towards the gun in the globe and look and make eye contact with others around me to make sure that we all are approaching gingerly and together towards the weapon. Plum is lingering as the words that Mr. Green blasts at to him cold weight. Approaching the revolver, I would like to delicately, delicately, grab with my handkerchief and touching just to the end of the barrel and the sort of back corner of the handle deposit the weapon on the desk. The scarlets perfect red lips are perched and you can tell she's breathing heavily through her nose. Mrs. Peacock is still slumped in the armchair clutching the copy of the old man in the sea. I would like to open the revolver to count the number of bullets still within. There are still four bullets in the revolver. Then they are the original four silver bullets. That's correct. They match the one that you had found in the wall. I will step back from the desk and gesture to the gun with my hand and say the four of us here in this room can see plainly four bullets remaining in the gun. Normally as a member of the legal profession I would never advise one to interact with a murder weapon but given the unique circumstances and that the murderer is within a very high probability of chance still wandering the halls of the body mansion I find it to be prudent to remove the remaining bullets from this weapon. Are there any here in disagreement? No. No protest for me. No, I don't want to do what you got to do. Uh, we'll gingerly remove the bullets from the weapon and we'll win the library, right? I will leave the gun in the desk, take the four bullets in the handkerchief, walk over and deposit them some 15 feet away from that gun standing upright lined up on a shelf in clear sight of everybody. Is Mrs. White around with her? Flower, yes. We should wait for her to return from the bathroom. We'll soon know. Mrs. White, after Colonel Mustard points out the one little bloody smudge, what did he do? We should get back. All right, we know whatever happened happened close to kitchen and clearly there was a cleanup. Yes. All right. Let's return to the others. Okay. So you move back across the mansion. You open the door. What's the vibe of this room as we go in? Okay. I think this is the moment that creates the classic illustration on the front of the box. Yes, yes. You open the and it's just a, hmm, everyone turns to face you. I think, and I think you just feel the silence of the past few minutes. Yeah, I'm standing by the curtain in three quarters profile. Well, the leg cocked out. Scarlet is draped on one of the mantle pieces. I'm standing next to the fireplace just looking down into the fire smoking my pipe. And then Mrs. Peacock is like seated in the seat. Like, how close do we get it? Let us go online. How come? Where are we there? At that moment. Yes. A blinding flash of light illuminates the room at this tablo before you and the heavy heavy oppressive silence. As you see, four bullets lined up on one of the many shelves. But gone. Found the gun. Cloudhead, if you'd be so kind and I'll nod my head towards the gun on the desk. Oh, okay. One more time. And I will explain to them like the smudge that I found in the sink in the powder room as I have pulled out my last little bit. We got to be out of this flower by now. The last bit of flower. All right. As you blow a dusting of the fine pastry powder onto the gun, you see a set of prints. Now, Mr. Green, you have the records of the prints. Yeah. I do. That's correct. You take a look at them. Not Mrs. Whites, not Professor Plums, not your own, not Colonel Mustards. The scarlets are not on there. The lady sitting in the armchair clutching a flask in the book. Those would be her fingerprints. She meets your eyes, steady gaze, a little steadier than the five sheets to the wind, but still is at least one. Well, well, well. Emelda, I think it's hard time. You tell us all how your fingerprints came to rest on the side of this revolver. Well, they are there because I used it. They're a smart young man, Cassidy. Surely we don't need to mince words this way. We're not in court. You shot, Mr. Boney. I did. Yes, claw. Looks a little delighted. Miss Scarlet looks also a bit amused and impressed. Yeah. Colonel Mustard at first looks to the other men in the room as if perhaps we should be do something. Yeah, what are you going to do? A friend. Yes. Right. I'm going to narrow my eyes. Why did you shoot Rutherford? Well, we all had reason to shoot Rutherford, but I did it because he did do it. What is your reason for killing him? You're allowed to not like him and do whatever you want. No one. I'm not allowed to do whatever I want. Not the way that he was. Legally speaking, none of us are allowed to murder. Well, you're the lawyer, I suppose. In my professional estimation, none of us are allowed to murder. Now, the question posed to you is this. Why? I know that you found him distasteful, but why tonight? Why take the gun into your own hands? And please, with specificity, walk us through the events that unfolded after dinner. Well, when everybody left for dinner and I saw Suzy taking the candlestick and I thought, well, why don't I take myself a little souvenir? So I brought the gun with me. It's nicely in my pocket. Oh, she had pocket? Yes. Again. I'll teach you how to sew your own should. Well, depending on how this night shakes out, dear. Took the gun, had that awful dinner or not the dinner. The dinner was lovely, but the conversation. Absolute garbage. And he has been spitting on the legacy of his mother this entire time. Johnny, he was all right, self-made man and all that, but really, what did he do for the people that he had control over? Nothing. Nothing I tell you, but Betty, you know I say, I say sometimes that she was too nice for her own good and too good for this world. And when she passed, well, he started that young Rutherford started undoing every good thing that she had done. Her trust set set up for the orphanages and the public libraries and the crimes around town running the business into the ground and I see the way he treats you all. The way he treats life like it's some sort of little fun game and then there are no consequences. Well, I'll tell you what, where I'm from, where my mother was from. There were consequences. And well, after dinner, I caught them out in the hallways and I I took the, he had the pipe on him and I took it and I and I hit him over the head with it. That's right. And I pushed him. He stumbled over to the study and then I put a bullet in his brain to make sure I'd finished the job because I may not be long for this world, but I'm sure as hell gonna leave it better than I found it. Betty taught me that one and she sits there in the chair, resolute, still a little tipsy, but with that kind of courage that comes from a couple of drinks. You took the revolver from the lounge. That's right. And the pipe as well? No, no. Young body had that on him. Goodness knows why. Rutherford was holding the pipe. You had the gun in your hand. What room were you in? No, we weren't in that room at all. We were somewhere outside. I don't quite remember everything. All I know is that I killed a man. You were in the corridor. Yes, that's right. No recollection of which corridor exactly. Oh, all these tacky rooms look the same to me. How did you? How did you come into possession of the pipe in order to be able to strike Rutherford in the head? Well, he had it on him and I have quick little fingers, don't you know? We're supposed to believe that you were able to pull a heavy copper pipe off of a man in his prime and then hit him hard enough to days. Striking Rutherford with the pipe, he then stumbled into the study where he sat down at his desk. That's down at that horrible desk, yes. At which point you draw the revolver, stand in the doorway. Yes. Fire how many shots? Do shots, my side isn't what it used to be. But connecting with the temple, that's the finishing blow then. No, he had to already have been dead by the time the finishing blow hit. Sorry? No, Claudette, I'm right there with you. Describe the events following your murder of Rutherford, having fired the two shots you then did what? I, well, I came in here to the library and I managed to put the gun into this hiding place that I knew about. Again, this taste will, if you ask me. And then I had the pipe on me and I managed to get it back, get it back into the lounge when all of you were busy running around and finding all the secrets. Rutherford and his secrets. Understood. So from the door of the study, you were able to quickly move into the library. You were aware of the secret compartment in the globe and hid the revolver in there having spent two bullets from it. You kept the bloody pipe on your person as we all was the pipe on your person as we all gathered in the study. Now that's right. That's right. None of you, none of you even noticed. None of you noticed a meld poor old drunk a meld. I'm happy to declare it here. A confession. Yes, that's right. A meld of Pavardi Picark. It will be my obligation as a officer of the court to inform the police that I believe you to be guilty of a felony. Yes, I think that the mutilation of a corpse. I don't understand. Don't quite follow you. I did just tell you everything. Are you also again, which of us is senile? Your events as reported to us paint a picture which explains the presence of two weapons used in the murder of Rutherford Cubody. It explains how the revolver came to be hidden in the globe in this library and it explains how the pipe came to be deposited once again back in the lounge, ignoring for a moment the logic of a woman even in her cups hiding two separate murder weapons in two separate locations when time was of the essence. The question remains, who moved through the passage to the kitchen and why was there blood to clean up there? Your story doesn't paint the full picture of what happened on this night. Well, what do you want, Mr. Green? We have a person here saying that they killed Mr. Bott. That's what the police will want. That's what will give them. That's right. Why? Why? Why make this more complicated than it needs to be? I did listen again. I'm so old. I and I listen. I don't remember everything. I may have shot him out. I shot him outside the kitchen. It must have been it and then we went through the passage afterwards. Why are you covering for him? For who? For whoever did this. I'm not covering for anybody. I did it. I did it. What more do you want? Do you have my fingerprints on this gun? We do have your fingerprints on this gun and this gun is not the murder weapon. That bullet made impact with a skull which no longer had blood flow going to it. Why? You are guilty of mutilating a corpse. That and that alone I am sure. But the idea that Mrs. Peacock a woman of your advanced age would have walked through the hallway with a loaded revolver in her pocket and seen a young man in the prime of his athletic peak with a pipe and gone for that as the primary murder weapon defies even the logic of someone inebriated. It doesn't make sense. Colonel Mustard Nonsense has like I've seen some crazy drunken stupors and this this still is far beyond the pale. And the blood the blood in the kitchen there was a cleanup how could she have possibly cleaned up in time? I'm going to turn to face the professor Arnold. You're a man of science and of learning. Why the urgency to see this matter resolved? The police will accept a confession the police have no interest other than maintaining their precincts arrest and conviction statistics. Sure if they can pin the murder on a melder they'll do just that. But you and I both know that Mrs. Peacock didn't have the strength to drag a body from the kitchen to the study. Well why do you care? Yes. Why? At this point professor plum is going to open the briefcase. Pull out the documents. Don't you want this? Don't you want these this this mansion these monies? They'll take her. You'll get what you want. We have a confession. We've took this was not our job. I came here tonight for drink and and amusement. And now we've descended down this long road to solving this crime. We've done it. Cassidy we've done it. Why did you have a spoon in your pocket? I told you for the baked Alaska. Which you went into the kitchen for to get a knife for your cigar that Cass brought you but when we turned out our pockets you had a cigar cutter. You're a thorough man you would have prepared for this. And didn't you see anybody at any time or didn't you hear anything in the kitchen? No. No I was only there for a few moments. I cut my cigar. I had a bit of baked Alaska. I stepped out onto the balcony to smoke the cigar to dry out. That's right. I seen it. I smelled the cigar smoke by the time that I that I had was poking Mr. Body in through the secret passage. That was it. That was it. Arnold I've known you for some years at these Suarez and Get Together of Rutherford's. You're a decent man. You have a gentility and a camaraderie with your fellow guests. There are a lot of holes in the stories that have been painted of the events of this evening. But there's one thing I can't make myself believe that you would take a cigar as a gift and smoke it by yourself. Oh, Sugarpon why? You know nothing of me. I'm not a decent man. I've done awful things. Things I choose not to think about the man I am now. He is kind. That is who I am. That is why I will continue to be Arnold and this is me saying this. You have brought far more joy into this world than sorrow. We've talked about this. The music playing from the ballroom. You step out of the dining room. I speak to Rutherford for a few minutes. Arnold, do you go straight to the kitchen or do you stop anywhere else? I went straight to the kitchen. How did the pipe come into your possession? We can go back and retrieve it, paint our steps. But as past the threshold of conviction, I am certain that Rutherford walked into that kitchen and found you waiting. He did. He did. And it was he who carried the pipe and waived it in my face and told me of empire. Told me of what we could build, what he was building for me. And how if I would just put away my candies and return to his serious science endeavors if I were to put my mind to his work that I could build something greater than anything I could do alone? Scarlett, put your lips and disgust. He was always like that. You could be great if I let you. Yeah. And I just sort of like chin towards her little ruin corner of his plans for Mrs. White too. I think perhaps it's time to have a slightly different conversation. And I'm going to back to the door, like back up towards the door and shut it and push the handle of the chef's knife so it hits the ground and then pick it up off the ground. Six of us here know what really happened to Rutherford tonight. I'm staring from the desk with the unloaded gun beside me the flower fresh on it. How many steps away is the fireplace where the professor is standing with the contract in his hand? The professor knows what he's doing and is probably seven to ten steps and has his eyes trained on you and you alone. How close are we? You're probably right next to me because you got the flower on the gun and you just put the knife out even with the noise of a knife being produced in this tense moment. Cass has not broken his eyes off of Arnold. Then I'm going to like actually kind of grab your hand feeling like the tension between the two of you. The events of the night unfolded. Rutherford produced the pipe from the lounge. He must have seen that the candle was already missing. Susie had already made a way to the ballroom trying to look for the black man material that Rutherford collected on her. Fred in the hall. And he brought the pipe to, yes, intimidate you most likely. Or to make a point of empire. This vision the second. Arriving in the kitchen. Things came to blows. Mad at hair on the side. I put my hands on him. He demanded he tell me how many boys longs had to burn for his empire. He called me mad and I showed him the depths of my anger. My hands shakes. Passage way moving to underneath the rhinoceros in the study. The blood would have spilled there in the kitchen quite a mess. But you've always been a thorough man used to laboratory work. Understanding how to keep things clean, how to erase any compromising biological matter. However, few drops had to escape moving Rutherford into position in the study. You would have had enough time to find Mrs. Peacock. Oh, for some reason, it was willing based on her own animosity towards Rutherford. Perhaps assuming that she is a unlikely face of villainy. Oh, this was actually an unhappy accident. I had no idea that the young professor would be up to this this evening. So you invented the story of heading in with the pipe? Why? Well, because clearly somebody one of the rest of you had done that. And you know if I was in for a penny, I was in for a pound. But you? Well, I'm sorry, young man. I should have been more thorough in my story. You know, you were my first stroke of luck, Mrs. Peacock. And Mr. Green, you my second. And I waggle the folder. Let's be clear, I think, Amelda may have had a point. Everyone in this room benefits from the death of Rutherford. No cops have been called. This doesn't have to go badly. I think we need to have a different kind of conversation. And maybe with a little secret and a little collaboration, everyone walks away with what they want. Fred is white as a sheet at plums, description of their conversation. He had to clutch the shelf nearest to him. You can tell that he is close to collapse. But he nods, gulping as if to swallow bile. He says, right? She's right. I have no reason to want to tell any of the events of tonight. This could be just a simple suicide, but the cast. You might fall under suspicion. Nothing we say here tonight will clear any of us of suspicion. Save the truth. The holes in these stories were unravelable by six dilatants in a matter of hours. These matters will come to light. There is no blood on that desk in the study. Your story, Amelda, will fall through to scrutiny. I mean, I thought he was alive until I shot him. Maybe they might believe that as well. I'm going to say something a little crazy. I'm going to let go of your hand and back away a couple steps. What if we make it look like he got on the boat? No one knows he's dead. Ships sink all the time things happen in travel. I just got back from Paris and you all believed without a second glance or a thought that I was a woman married. Something can happen in the travel, something that clears Mr. Green of suspicion. And we all get what we want. I knew I liked you. I didn't know I liked you until tonight. Cassidy? I'm going to take a step towards the professor. Cass Arnold, I'd like you to remit those papers to my custody. What do you think of Mrs. White's plan? Because if I give these papers to you, your investment in it is no. My life has been destroyed tonight. Murder has been committed here. There is no walking out of this manner, either in Rutherford's murder or disappearance, which will not follow all of us like a long shadow for the rest of our days in this world. And you think that the best bet of having that not happen is to tell the police the truth. It is the only chance. If any of us are discovered in a lie, that is the end. I will never know the life I might have known. If Rutherford had lived a day a week a month longer, if anyone on his board of directors had been informed of his decision, that ship has sailed. People will speak of me as a villain for the rest of my life. If you burn that contract, they will as well. I am either doomed to be the underworld conciliary, the purveyor of illicit goods, or I'm the man who stole the body business empire. One way or another, your choices, Arnold, will have me walk out of here as a specter on the underside of New York for the rest of my days. That you have guaranteed. I killed two men this night, then it seems. You did. Arnold's going to let the paper slide from his hand into the flames. I'm going to leap as fast as I can to grab them. Miss Scarlet snatches the bullets from the shelf and goes towards the gun. This is white slips to the other side of the door and it's going to use the knife to break the lock and lock them in there. So all of us are on the side of the room. I'm getting out and trying to pin you all in. Fred goes after you and hammers at the door. Good luck. Cloth it. Cloth it. Yeah, what happens in the middle of time? Yeah, I am leaping for the papers before they get into the fire. Do you think that you make them in time? Seven steps away. No way. What if I have no regard for my physical well-being? What if in other words, depending on where the papers drop in the fire, if I plunge my hands into the flame and try to grab it before the papers get in. Mr. Plum interposes his body with yours. Let's go. I'll go in. We will die together. I'll go into the fire with you. I let them slip from my hand and then move to tackle Cassidy before he can get to them. Ergo, what do we do? A crack of lightning strikes the road outside, illuminating this scene as if in slow motion. Professor Plum throwing the papers into the fireplace. Mr. Green, diving after them. The professor interposing his body between Cassidy and the flames, only to be bowled into the hearth under the Brazilian wood mantle that screams, science. Suddenly, everything is back in motion. You two are in the fire. Miss Scarlet is trying desperately with shaking hands to load the bullets into the gun. Fred Mustard sprints over to the two of you, pulling you both. Do you let him? I, if we have both gone into the fire, I will risk my own life to try to grab the contract from wherever it is in whatever state it is. I am grabbing at his hands, trying to stop him at all costs to keep him from recovering these papers. The body empire must fall. Wordlessly just reaching into the coals, trying to, again, wherever the papers fell, you know, a st- a- a- a cold contract falling onto open flame needs a second or two to catch. I think- but I will say Professor Plum, I mean, we're now just kind of imagination fighting. Professor Plum was prepared to put the- like, was holding these papers in such a way, if that it's not like a gentle and that I let it fall. There is a intentional burn, shove. Okay, then- then- after- I'll leave it up to you or- or dice or whatever, but yeah, just we're reaching for it. Professor Plum is a man of science, not a man of action, Cassidy, after his years of lacrosse at the- Uh, the Hutchings Institute for Culture Boys. After his years of lacrosse at the Hutchings Institute for Culture Boys, his years of hunting, literally having to- to chase after body on his world tours, he's quick, and he manages to grab the contract, not before it gets singed, as Fred Mustard's strong arms, though he has still gone to seed, he is a man of action and ready. He pulls the bolt of view out, for Cassidy, you holding this burning contract, both of you singed from the flames. Mustard rolls both of you out of the fireplace, grabs his jacket off and starts striking at the flames. I will roll over badly burned onto the contract, try to smother it with my body and lie on top of it. The contract is for the most part intact, but you look up and Miss Scarlet has a gun trained on the three of you. Okay, nobody, nobody move. I can feel shooting, lancing pain from ruined fingers, clutching this like singed thing, and I'm just looking at it, try, like, deep in a legal framework of being like, if enough of this is led- if the- as long as the signatures are still on, what can be legibly understood to be a boilerplate trust, and I'm just shaking, I'll try to get to my feet, is Fred in between me and the professor? Yes. All right, I will stand up. I said don't move, and she fires into the mantle piece behind you. You can't tell if it was intentional or not. I'm gonna look, look at Arnold, look at Fred, look at Suzie, I go, Suzie, listen to me, this is gonna be another scandal that follows you, but you can get those photographs of Marlene out of here. You can save her reputation. There is no world where we walk out of here, there is no world where all our stories sink, there is no world where someone doesn't change their mind five, ten, fifteen years from now, but you can protect Marlene. I think you'll find, Mr. Green, that I am the one that has the revolver, and I can burn them anytime I damn well, please. With shaking hands, she reaches between her breasts and pulls the photographs out, tossing them into the fireplace behind her. The one that says, imagination. You hear them start to crackle as they go up. I think by this point, a sprinting like once I've done my best to break the lock from the outside of the library, sprint to the lounge for the gold plated run, and I'm headed to the kitchen. I love a revamped kitchen, and according to my research, gas stoves are derogor now. Oh, absolutely. I had a plan, and if no one wanted to listen to my very good plan, clean hands. Get out of the kitchen. As you said to work on that, Susie, trembling points the gun at both of you. Okay, that evidence is gone. This is going to be a scandal no matter what, but I don't want to see anybody else have to suffer for all of his carelessness. That's all we've had to do, because we've suffered for it, because he's spent so, he's Rutherford, you body. He had the money to make it all go away, the power and the influence, and you helped him, but you don't have to help him anymore. That's right. When you're as rich as Rutherford was, you really didn't need to face consequences, and seems to me you're as rich as Rutherford was, only you know how to manage it better, and you have better friends. The body empire is not going anywhere. Without Rutherford to helmet, the board of directors, stakeholders will have a vote. The wheels of empire will keep turning. Arnold, the wheels will keep turning. You've burned the photos of Marlene. I think that's a kind thing to do, and just panic is going to tell us that we can walk away from here, Scott, free, and I'm telling you that's not true. Men like Rutherford don't die with no one paying the price. There will be a cost for all of us associated with having been here this night. Plum is going to look up at the kernel. Fred. Yes, old man. Whatever happens, do we? Will you look after Reese? My dog. Yes, of course. Thank you. I'll make sure that you get the far best of everything. Peanut butter is for effort. Does anyone else smell something burning? Oh yes. Gasoline if I'm not mistaken. Claw that. Yeah, wrench to the gas entry points. There are so many, there's candles that you described, candles and sconces in the ballroom, and you've described how many fireplaces are in this place. The only thing I have left to do to help, once I've unscrewed everything and can hear and smell that little bit of like the funky sulfur that they add to you know when gas is in the area. Got a couple minutes. It's a very big house and it needs to fill up. I'm going to go find every hidden little cache that I know Cass has. And you guys can hear maybe the breaking of, but like bottles once I get tired of slowly pouring them out. I will cover every bit of like wood and shitty gilding anything that needs help catching. I will coat with illicit booze. Suzie is still moving the gun back and forth looking at you, but a little more unsure now. Amele has stood up and has slowly shuffled over to the doorway. Claw that dear. Are you? Do you need help? No, I've got it. Thanks. Have a great night. And I'm going to leave out of the like back door to the kitchen. It would have been nice to go through the front, but if you're going to treat me like a servant, I'm going to leave early like the rest of them. Well, I suppose the rest of us should be on our way as well. I want to reach down and it is the briefcase within arms reach of me. I believe it was further away to where it is next to the fireplace. Okay, I am going to smell the burning smell and I am going to look at where the briefcase is, see that it's near Arnold and just look at you and say, what's your mind kicking that over to me? With some scooching due to the burned hands, Arnold uses his left leg to shove it towards you. I'll pick it up, put the paper in it, close it, look over at you and go. I can't fault you. Men like Rutherford shouldn't have the power that they wield. I don't think you did anything wrong. And I'm going to duck my head and take a running leap at the windows in the library and try to smash through them into the storm outside with my briefcase. You can absolutely do that. It is the first story floor. Those windows are, although they be mullionned, are purely decorative and not in any way rated for safety. Looking out, running out after you, Miss Scarlet takes a look at the broken glass, uses the butt of the revolver to start smashing out the rest so that she can delicately step over it. Um, out of the rest of you, are you all right? Can you, can you make it? That can try. All right. Uh, okay. And she delicately does her best to climb out the window while retaining a measure of Ladylike Decorum. Mustard stands up, brushes himself off, offers you a hand. Oh, thank you, Colonel. All right. I suppose we should make our exit as well. Mrs. Peacock, and he offers her an arm. Yes, very, very good. So am I, am I going to jail or? Oh, only if you want to. I don't think I'd like the food or decor there any bit more than I like it here. And the three of you walk out into the night. I think I think I want to sprint through the rain far, far away from the mansion, burned. I clutched the briefcase to my chest. I'm just under my breath and go, I'm coming home, Mindy. I'm coming home. And, and I want to turn around whatever feels like a safe distance to see the mansion go up. The mansion is at the top of a hill. And you can see it every one miles away and see it. A smudge of black smoke against a dark sky. It's here that the plane's still at this distance. Looking, devouring what was just the most awful, oppressive, gilded cage that you'd ever known. I look up at it. My eye twitches, I think about all of the clues in that vast mansion pointing to the truth of what happened and thinking about what will occur. And I wonder what they will say. And I think that I look at the mansion for a while and end up getting in my car and driving quickly home. And I think when I arrive home, I check in on my sleeping children, Kelly, Forest and Mint Gumbery, my beautiful wife, Martha. And then I double check our copy in our home of our fire insurance policy. It would be a terrible thing if we were to have a sudden fire, occur at my residence. I just want to review our policy as clearly as possible. And check whatever stipulations there are in cases of potential arson. I could almost to just this professor Plum in returning to his home. He says down the lane from the Voddy mansion. He sits on his own illustrious porch, scratches the head of his dog, Reese, and enjoys a few gummy squids awaiting what will come in the moon. Mrs. Claudette White is going to make her way to the Ducenberg model J. And with the golden wrench and a bit of that bullion from the stupid, sick, rich people. Well, the cops will never know it was taken because why would they know there's a stupid little safe behind a painting inside of a building that's actively burning down. That's for me. I will make my way and maybe 30 minutes to an hour after leaving the body estate will arrive at a police station. Her optic white silk satin shiny pajamas still unbismarched. Takes a couple deep breaths and walks through the front doors and reports a murder. Young lady, please slow down. Sorry, I'm so sorry. I was hired by Mr. Mr. Rutherford Q. Body to make dinner for his salon and yes, one of his famous salons. Yes, and I did that and then there were gunshots and then there was an argument and a fight in the lamp. And I just and then it was on fire and I just ran. Who was there with you? Oh, who did who did this? It was Mr. it was Mr. Cassian Green and Professor Arnold Plum and a Ducernel, Colonel Mustard and Mrs. Peacock and Mrs. Scarlett in the study with a revolver. Good lord. Sit down and put this blanket around you. All right, I'm sorry. We'll close you. Sorry, I his car's outside. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to report it as fast. We'll get down the right thing. Thank you. Thank you. Oh, listen, this is New York in 1927. I'm the group of hooligans here as a matter. Troy and Timor, or Mr. Baudet. He can say that we can't. That's hateful. And once everyone gets like put into mouth, oh, yes, the immediately when you when you drop the name body, suddenly the police station is a hive of activity. Every squad car is going out. Everybody is running around. They have very little time to take care of you, but they put a blanket around you, give you a cup of tea and tell you, say where you are. Yes, of course. And as soon as enough people have left that I am relatively alone, I will take the blanket off of my shoulders and fold it down from its like six foot wingspan into a nice, tidy third step out to the Ducenberg reach into the back seat. Grab a couple of those bars of gold bullion and my prize, my gold wrench, fold them into it, throw it over my shoulder like a little bindle. And it's time to go. I cannot wait to figure out how to translate this story into French, but I think I've finally hit eccentric dilatant. They are going to love these stories. It's time to go home. So in your bindle, you have a golden wrench, gold bullion, and a couple of stacks of unfraissable dirty cash with you. You use that dirty cash to buy passage on the next ship out to Paris, the city of lights, my home forever. And on the the journey there, I will perfect my French accent so that if anyone asks, I was born in this city and I've always been here. Though I spent some time in New York, very quickly following the flight of Mrs. White from New York, police quickly decide that perhaps the testimony of an unmarried young black woman against respected businessman, a Hollywood star, a grand dowager, a war hero, and Mr. Body's school chum from Hutchings Institute for Cultured Boys is perhaps not the most reliable. And in fact, it seems the most likely that she, the help, might have done it. I look forward to seeing in Paris newspapers that sort of trickle down reports of this where I've gone from Mrs. White to a black widow. That's fun. Wow. In the weeks following this great scandal, which is quickly laid to rest due to the nature of the accused and the nature of the accuser, Ms. Scarlett returns to Hollywood having grown tired of the Broadway lights. It turns out that in Hollywood being part of a secret of Suarez so wild it burned down the mansion it was in is actually beneficial for one's career. Colonel Mustard returns to his government post and continues to advocate for peace, though increasingly it seems that the machine of war turns on. A melda still holds court in Golden Creek and at the Peacock mansion in London and occasionally will pop by to Paris for what she calls some real food. Oh, I use one of my gold bricks. I don't know how money works when it's in bar form. I will open my own restaurant. It'll be in the style I like most. Bauhaus, clean lines, precise, immaculate, and even though it's in France, its name is in English and it's simply White House. Oh, Cassidy Green. Preparing to potentially burn my own home down to the ground to explain the sinched status of the contract and the burns on my hand. I await the next day to see if the police are in fact coming to arrest me. You receive a knock on your door. It is not incredibly aggressive as you had stayed up all night worrying it would be. I allow my wife to answer the door. I don't want anyone to see my injuries. Let Martha handle the police at the door. Ah, yes. Mrs. Chartreuse, a green, I see. Your husband is a, we would like to ask him a couple of questions about the state of the party last night. You see there was, well, clearly you know, but we had some rather unreliable witness tell us what happened and we'd like a little more clear testimony from somebody who, between you and me, might have a bit more of a head on their shoulders. Oh, very well. You know, I imagine that it might have been a loss for him, but may we speak to him? Your wife, Martha, books her head back and looks at you. Have you told her? Honey, I have told her nothing, but I'm obviously visibly injured. I look at her and say, tell them I'm not home, Martha. And if you'd be so kind, ask what the state of the body matter is. You hear her in soft tones, ask these questions of the police man and inform him, sadly, that you are unavailable right now, but that you will contact them at your earliest convenience. And you hear a complete conflagration, almost nothing salvageable from it, but we have no idea what happened to do with God such a thing. It seems to have been, there was quite a lot of shoddy workmanship in the construction and all these new fangled stoves that would have put in or quite the hazard. So, you know, we'll be investigating along those lines. After the police leave, I'll go out to my wife and go, Martha. I'm going to reach out. I need to retain counsel for myself. Are we in some sort of trouble? No, I don't think so. You just never want to talk to those dirty mix without legal representation. Okay, I don't know what I would have done with our little pickle along the way. Fuck out of here. Free me. Both a racial slur and just a fun cute baby, they are within two sentences of each other. Oh my God. I'm going to, I think, I think Cassidy just gums up the word, just like only speaking through a lawyer, am I under arrest, am I a suspect, just full legal, you know, seeing Claude's sudden flight and her the salaciousness of her Parisian life and the wedding ring and seeing that that becomes the area of focus. Cassidy centers his story around the conflagration, the sudden fire, the singing of the contract and breathes not any extra word of what happened that night other than what is needed to exonerate himself from suspicion. He is every bit the attorney that is going to give no extra information to the district attorney or to the police and keeps his mouth fucking shut. You are incredibly careful in covering your tracks, but it almost seems unnecessary as they continue to ask leading questions about the chef that was present and about where her husband might have been and perhaps this was an attempt at another such affair. You are not even taken into custody at any point and you maintain a measure of that decorum. There is talk amongst the board when it comes to examining the paperwork. However, knowing how close you and body were and again given your education, your contacts, I mean, whom amongst us in this jet set of New York at this moment is not without a few sorted underworld contacts? I think that I am very surprised at the ease with which the board accepts my social connections to Rutherford as I inherit this controlling stake from the airless you know, liberty and Rutherford, but I think that there are probably one or two board members whom I lean on having run into them some Friday or Saturday night out on the town with some pinstriped associates being amazed to run into them here in an illicit place and suddenly having in common that both of us are somewhere we shouldn't be. It is a bit of a standoff of mutually assured destruction with some members of the board and they are also perhaps a little more eager to welcome you as an inheritor of the body estate because it is not what it once was. Rutherford's lascivious activities, his spend-thrift ways and his eagerness to try and snap up shady deals on both a criminal and a government level have left the company a shadow of its former self and they seem to rely on you and your common good sense to try and save them. Well, we need to clean up the image of the body business empire. That's very obvious to me. Number one, these governmental contracts are a huge liability and we need a consultant that has some military experience. So an extremely lucrative contract lands on the desk of one Friedrich Mousselard to help us navigate some possible pitfalls of these contracts and come to think of it we could be doing much more work for charity and cultural rejuvenation of the city. So a lucrative contract for one of Melda Peacock seeing her pockets lined to restore the prestige of the organization and everything for a while that probably we need to have some kind of imprint in entertainment. There is a very glowing biopic that is optioned in Hollywood and it seems that falls across the desk at one point of Ruby Shoe, a go-oh Suzy Scarlett. And I think as this all comes into focus I think Cassidy thinks a lot about the two people to whom he was closest that know what actually happened on that night and I think we'll get into his town car and try to make his way to find Professor Arnold Plum. And how does he find him? What has happened between that fateful night and the day that Cassidy Greene finds you? I think in the days following the infamous fire at the body mansion. I think Professor Plum, similar to Mr. Greene, leans on his attorneys in terms of handling the police. Though I think as his wounds heal and the burnt on his hands recede, I think he can't help but feel like this place and this city and these people and this society is not for him. He wants a quieter life. One where he might continue to dedicate himself to his work but be immersed in a community that is a little quieter and a little bit more off the beaten path. And so he hits South to Pennsylvania and a little town. Called Hershey. And there in Hershey, Pennsylvania, with his sweet docks and rice. We said about creating new confections to inspire delight across the world, including mean greens, long cocos. And all of course Reese's cups and all manner of confectionary treats. So if you were to set out looking for Professor Plum, it would be quite a drive. I think as she takes that long drive to Hershey, Pennsylvania and knocks on the door. I think there's the barking of a dog. Rees quiet, quiet, Reese. The door opens and you see an older, I think bigger beard, larger gut. Professor Plum standing before you. Mr. Green, a deep dark green Joseph A. Bank overcoat as I take a looking, hey, this is the good life. So you see a little bit more ostentation than before. Cassidy produces two cigars. I neglected to bring my cigar cutter. You have a knife in the kitchen. You dog. I'll walk through with you smiling as I. How's Mint Gummary? How's Mint Gummary? Mint Gummary is doing fine. Mint's on his way to, started playing a stick ball out in the street with some of his friends. They grow up so fast. Now we're worried about little pickle. Oh, you had another child? Yes, yes. Another son, little pickle. Martha wants five. So five or shall be? Five or shall be. Wonder if little hunter will be on the way one of these days. That's a good name. I think so too. As we walk it, he hands you one of the cigars and says, I wanted to approach you because there was a number in the budget that was charged for you. And I believe there was some pressure from a business plan that had been established by Rutherford to contract your services in the defense department contract. I wanted you to know that after a quarterly review, that budget has been reserved. And I slide sort of a minute of folder across the table to you. What's this? It's an offer for the money that had been promised to you. We would like to make an investment for a minority stake in your company. Professor Plum is going to open the minimal armful open exam in the offer. It is a flat out offer for a non-controlling stake in Plum's confectionery empire. And we, the money that was promised with no mention of machines of war or anything of that sort to instead get in on the ground floor of what we see as an extremely promising confectionery business empire. There are storm clouds on the horizon, things in Europe and beyond. I've been talking to Fred about some of the things that I'd come, but I know this money had been promised to you. And I don't want to break the word of our company. However, the brief has changed. I think people are going to need sweets in the time to come. I hope it's not rude, but I am going to have to project this offer. Is that so? Yes, I think I moved here to put that all behind me. That's the man that I was. This is the man that I am. I respect your integrity. You have your own chart, your own course. I think in some ways I wanted to bring you into the fold because of what we share. That well, Claudette saved both our lives. Yes, well, as far as I'm concerned, we don't need a contract to acknowledge that. No, I just know that any point of contact in dangers, both of us, our life in Paris, our lives here, they'll keep on believing that it was Mrs. White in the study with the revolver. And as long as they believe that, they'll know that it wasn't. And you know, he takes a small little manila envelope and cracks it open and looks inside with a long detailed event in his handwriting, which is every single piece of evidence detailing from top to bottom. The events of that night exactly as they unfolded, the stamps of time, the corroborating evidence at the very end saying, despite the evidence of the silver bullet lodged in his brain, this murder was committed by Professor Arnold Plum in the kitchen with the lead pipe. I wrote this as soon as I got home. And with his badly burned hand, here in your kitchen, gas stove, clicks it on, lights the descriptions of the events on fire and hands you a cuts a guard. I take it put it in the corner of my mouth, reaching in my pocket. For these, you've got to try one of these little morsels. See that? Pure chocolate doesn't melt in your hand, melts in your mouth. How the hell did you do that? And as these two men, these two friends who have been forged in the fire together, I have one more stupid stinger. Okay. Just one year, like a year or so later down the line, just two postcards to her two friends, the people that knew what happened that night, now that everything settled down, the postcard that goes to Professor Plum is blank on the front, nothing specific about it. But on the back, just a drawing of the French wrapper of one of your candies, like it's finally reached across the coast. And it just says underneath it, sugar plum, I'm so proud of you. And to to cast, it's actually a postcard with her restaurant. Like that's the photo on the front and on the back, it's just a detailed recipe for baked Alaska. Oh, with one little note, there's like, and remember, this is the hard part about how to light it on fire at the end. The three of you, although, although six of you shared that night and it changed all of your lives forever, the three of you remain in contact with each other are there for each other. And as the world continues to change, you still remember that night at the height of the jazz age, at the body mansion, where you found out who was important to you. You found out where you wanted to be in life. You found out how you were going to make it there. You made it happen, even though that night, you couldn't have had a clue. That was Abrea Irongar as Miss White, Lou Wilson as Professor Plum, Bradley Mulligan as Mr. Green and Eric E. Shee as everyone and everything else. Hint was edited and designed by Kate Sanders. Music appears courtesy of Artless.io and the Creative Commons and the Great Public Domain. Thanks for joining us here on the ghastly grounds of the body estate, but even more wonders await you beyond the veil on our Patreon. Come and join us by the fireside, won't you? We'll see you there.