Clue Page #13

The guests nod.

GREEN:

Well . . . who else knew about the secret passage?

SCARLET:

(hits Mustard)

We found it. Colonel Mustard and me.

MUSTARD:

You found it. You could have known about it all the time.

SCARLET:

But I didn't!

PEACOCK:

Well, why should we believe you?

WADSWORTH:

Because she was with us all in the billiard room doorway while

Yvette was screaming, don't you remember?

PEACOCK:

What I don't understand is, why was the cook murdered?

She had nothing to do with Mr. Boddy.

WADSWORTH:

Of course she did.

(conspiratorially)

I gathered you all here together because you were all implicated in

Mr. Boddy's dastardly blackmail.

Did none of you deduce that the others were involved, too?

Evidently no one had.

WHITE:

What others?

WADSWORTH:

The cook. And Yvette?

ALL:

No!

WADSWORTH:

That's how he got all his information.

Before he could blackmail anyone, Mr. Boddy had to discover

their guilty secret. The cook and Yvette were his accomplices!

MUSTARD:

(brightly)

I see!

So . . . whoever knew . . . that the cook was involved . . . killed her?

WADSWORTH:

Yes.

Col. Mustard looks very happy.

WADSWORTH:

I know, because I was Mr. Boddy's butler,

that the cook had worked for one of you.

The guests ask who it was.

WADSWORTH:

(to Mrs. White)

You recognized Yvette, didn't you?

Don't deny it.

WHITE:

What do you mean, "don't deny it"? I'm not denying anything.

WADSWORTH:

Another denial!

Mrs. White sticks her tongue out at Wadsworth.

WHITE:

All right, it's true. I knew Yvette.

My husband had an affair with her, but I didn't care.

I wasn't . . . jealous.

WADSWORTH:

(to Miss Scarlet)

You knew Yvette, too, didn't you?

SCARLET:

Yes. She worked for me.

WADSWORTH:

(to Col. Mustard)

And you also knew her, sir.

We've already established that you were one of Miss Scarlet's . . .

clients. That's why you were so desperate to get your hands on

those negatives.

Photographs of you and Yvette in flagrante delicto, remember?

MUSTARD:

Mr. Boddy threatened to send those pictures to my dear old

mother. The shock would have killed her!

WHITE:

Ha. That would have been quite an achievement since you told

us that she's dead already.

(to Wadsworth)

So, he had the motive.

WADSWORTH:

You all had a motive.

MUSTARD:

But where and when was Mr. Boddy killed?

WADSWORTH:

Don't you see?

(he grabs Mr. Green)

Look, we came back to the study with Yvette.

Mr. Boddy was on the floor . . .

(Wadsworth trips Mr. Green to the floor as Mr. Boddy)

. . . pretending to be dead.

But one of us noticed he's alive.

So. I explained that I was Mr. Boddy's butler,

and I'd invited you here, and we realized there was only one

other person in the house.

ALL:

The cook!

Wadsworth leaves the guests far behind.

127 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE HALL -- 127

Everyone runs up the Hall to the kitchen.

128 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--KITCHEN -- 128

The guests enter, breathless. Mr. Green runs to the freezer, just

like he did before.

But there's no Wadsworth.

GREEN:

Well, where is he?

The freezer door opens.

Miss Scarlet screams.

Wadsworth, looking quite dead, falls into Mr. Green's arms.

The exasperated Mr. Green drops the butler on the floor.

Wadsworth opens his eyes.

WADSWORTH:

By now, she was dead. We laid her down with our backs to the

freezer. One of us slipped through the same secret passage--

PEACOCK:

Again . . . ?

WADSWORTH:

Of course! Back to the study!

They all run out.

129 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE STUDY -- 129

Wadsworth acts as if he had just entered the study from the

secret passage.

WADSWORTH:

The murderer was in the secret passage.

Meanwhile, Mr. Boddy . . .

(Wadsworth again throws Mr. Green to the floor)

. . . had been on the floor. He jumped up . . .

(the butler picks up Mr. Green, then lets him fall again)

. . . the murderer came out of the secret panel, picked up the

candlestick . . . .

The butler acts as if he had a candlestick. He goes after Mr. Green,

who may not be acting his look of panic.

130 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE HALL -- 130

Wadsworth is pursuing a frightened Mr. Green up the hall,

toward the bathroom.

WADSWORTH:

Mr. Boddy followed us out of the study into the Hall, looking for

an escape.

WADSWORTH:

The murderer crept up behind him and . . . killed him!!

Wadsworth brings his hand down upon Mr. Green's head.

Mr. Green falls.

GREEN:

Will you stop that!!

WADSWORTH:

No.

The butler grabs Mr. Green and proceeds to the bathroom.

WADSWORTH:

Then . . . he threw him into the toilet!

GREEN:

No . . . !

Wadsworth leans against the bathroom door frame,

pretending to check a watch.

WADSWORTH:

And nonchalantly rejoined us beside the cook's body in the

kitchen. It took less than half a minute.

MUSTARD:

So who wasn't there the entire time in the kitchen?

WADSWORTH:

Whoever it was, is the murderer!

He runs off.

The bathroom door opens and Mr. Green emerges, drying his hands.

We can hear a toilet flush.

He hands the towel to Col Mustard.

131 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE STUDY -- 131

Wadsworth runs in.

WADSWORTH:

And we put the weapons in the cupboard, locked it, and ran

to the front door . . .

He runs out, almost colliding with the just-arrived guests.

132 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE HALL -- 132

Wadsworth opens the front door and makes as if throwing the key away.

WADSWORTH:

To throw away the key!

(pauses)

The motorist!

I didn't throw the key away--I put it in my pocket.

And someone could have taken it out of my pocket and substituted another!

PLUM:

We were all in a huddle. Any one of us could have done that!

WADSWORTH:

Precisely.

He slams the front door.

GREEN:

Wait a minute . . .

Colonel Mustard has a top-secret Pentagon job.

Mrs. White's husband is a nuclear physicist, and . . .

(runs to the billiard room and points in)

. . . Yvette is a link between them.

PLUM:

(to Col. Mustard)

What is your top-secret job, Colonel?

WADSWORTH:

I can tell you.

He's working on the secret of the next fusion bomb.

Mrs. White gasps.

MUSTARD:

How did you know that?

WADSWORTH:

(to Mustard)

Can you keep a secret?

MUSTARD:

(leaning in)

Yes.

WADSWORTH:

So can I.

PEACOCK:

Is this a plot between them, Wadsworth, or did Colonel Mustard

do it alone?

WADSWORTH:

We shall see.

Let's look at the other murders.

PLUM:

Yes. Bad luck that that motorist arrived at that moment.

WADSWORTH:

(amusedly)

It wasn't luck--I invited him.

WHITE, SCARLET, and PEACOCK

You did?!

WADSWORTH:

Of course. It's obvious. Everyone here tonight was either Mr. Boddy's

victim or accomplice. Everyone who has died gave him vital information

about one of you. I got them here so they'd give evidence against

him and force him to confess.

SCARLET:

Oh, yeah? What about that motorist?

What kind of information did he have?

MUSTARD:

(almost teary)

He was my driver during the war.

Col. Mustard sits in a chair.

WADSWORTH:

And what was he holding over you?

MUSTARD:

He knew that I was a war profiteer.

(pauses)

(continues, painfully)

I stole essential Air Force radio parts, and I sold them

on the black market. That is how I made all my money.

But that does not make me a murderer!

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