Clue Page #16

WADSWORTH:

The F.B.I. will take care of that.

MUSTARD:

You mean . . . ?

WADSWORTH:

My phone call from Mr. Hoover?

I work for him, of course.

How else could I have known everything about you all?

MUSTARD:

There's still one thing I don't understand.

WHITE:

ONE thing?

MUSTARD:

Who was Mrs. Peacock taking bribes from?

WADSWORTH:

A foreign power.

Her husband, the senator, has influence over defense contracts.

PLUM:

Is there going to be a coverup?

WADSWORTH:

Isn't that in the public interest?

What could be gained by exposure?

PLUM:

But is the F.B.I. in the habit of cleaning up after multiple murder?

WADSWORTH:

Yes.

Why do you think it's run by a man called "Hoover"?

138 -- B -- EXT. HILL HOUSE--DRIVEWAY -- B -- 138

Mrs. Peacock has her keys out and is getting ready to get into

her car.

The elderly evangelist steps out onto the driveway.

EVANGELIST:

Oh, Mrs. Peacock . . . ?

PEACOCK:

(cautiously)

How did you know my name?

EVANGELIST:

The kingdom of heaven IS at hand.

He whips out a gun and points it at her.

Floodlights engage and cops pour out of the yard.

EVANGELIST (CHIEF) (O.S.)

Okay, take her away!

PEACOCK (O.S.)

Take your hands off me! I'm a senator's wife!

The front door opens and the guests, with Wadsworth at their head,

pour out on to the porch.

CHIEF:

Wadsworth, we got her.

WADSWORTH:

You see?

Like the Mounties, we always get our man.

GREEN:

Mrs. Peacock was a man?!

Wadsworth slaps him, then Col. Mustard does the same.

WADSWORTH:

Would anyone care for fruit or . . . desert?

The camera freezes.

CUT TO:

A card, reading

BUT HERE'S WHAT REALLY HAPPENED . . .

CUT TO:

139 -- C -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE HALL -- C -- 139

Wadsworth switches on the lights, like in the other two endings.

WADSWORTH:

Sorry, didn't mean to frighten anyone.

GREEN:

You're a bit late for that!!

WADSWORTH:

Then, there were three more murders.

ALL:

So who did it!?

Wadsworth starts striding away.

WADSWORTH:

Let's consider each murder one by one.

Professor Plum, you knew that Mr. Boddy was still alive.

Even psychiatrists can tell the difference between patients who

are alive or dead.

You fired the gun at him in the dark and missed, so you

pretended he was dead. That's how you were able to kill him later,

unobserved.

SCARLET:

That's right!

He was the missing person in the kitchen after we found the cook dead!

GREEN:

But he was with us in the billiard room when we found Yvette screaming.

If that's when the cook was killed, how did he do it?

PLUM:

I didn't!!

PEACOCK:

You don't expect us to believe that, do you?

WADSWORTH:

I expect you to believe it.

You killed the cook.

She used to be your cook, and she informed on you to Mr. Boddy.

140 -- C -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--DINING ROOM -- C -- 140

Wadsworth enters.

The guests stay around the door from the Hall.

WADSWORTH:

You made one fatal mistake!

He sits in the spot Mrs. Peacock occupied during dinner.

WADSWORTH:

Sitting here, at dinner, Mrs. Peacock told us that she was

eating one of her favorite recipes.

(he stands slowly)

And monkey's brains, though popular in Cantonese cuisine, are

not often to be found in Washington, D.C.

141 -- C -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE HALL -- C -- 141

The party reenters the Hall from the dining room.

WADSWORTH:

Colonel Mustard, when we saw the motorist at the front door . . .

CUT TO:

A flashback, the inside of their huddle when the Motorist arrived.

The following happen as Wadsworth describes them.

WADSWORTH (V.O.)

. . . you took the key to the weapons cupboard out of my pocket.

Then you suggested that we all split up.

You separated from Miss Scarlet, crossed the Hall,

opened the cupboard, took the wrench, ran to the conservatory,

entered the lounge through the secret passage,

killed the motorist with a blow on the head.

CUT TO:

142 -- C -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE LOUNGE -- C -- 142

The present, in the lounge.

WADSWORTH:

(acting out the murder)

Like that!

He strides into the Hall.

143 -- C -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE HALL -- C -- 143

WHITE:

(to Wadsworth)

This is incredible!

WADSWORTH:

Not so incredible as what happened next!

He starts up the stairs.

WADSWORTH:

After we all split up again,

I went upstairs with you, yes, you, Mrs. White!

The butler stops on the landing.

WADSWORTH:

And, while I was in the master bedroom . . .

CUT TO:

Flashback of Mrs. White hurrying downstairs.

WADSWORTH (V.O.)

You hurried downstairs and turned off the electricity,

got the rope from the open cupboard, and throttled Yvette.

CUT TO:

The present, in the Hall.

WADSWORTH:

(to Mrs. White)

You WERE jealous that your husband was schtuping Yvette.

That's why you killed him, too!

WHITE:

(detached)

Yes . . .

(pause)

Yes, I did it.

I killed Yvette.

I hated her . . . so . . . much . . .

I-It-It--flame--flames . . . on the side of my face . . .

breathing . . . breathle--heaving breaths . . .heaving--

WADSWORTH:

(cutting her off)

While you were in the billiard room,

CUT TO:

Flashback, the events occurring as the butler describes them

WADSWORTH (V.O.)

Miss Scarlet seized the opportunity and, under cover of darkness,

got to the library, where she hit the cop, whom she'd been bribing,

on the head with the lead pipe!

CUT TO:

The present, in the Hall.

WADSWORTH:

(to Miss Scarlet)

True or false?

SCARLET:

(amazed)

True!

Who are you, Perry Mason?

PLUM:

So it must have been Mr. Green who shot the singing telegram!

GREEN:

I didn't do it!

MUSTARD:

Well, there's nobody else left.

GREEN:

But I didn't do it!

(pauses, realizing something)

The gun is missing!

Whoever's got the gun, shot the girl!

Wadsworth pulls the gun from his pocket.

WADSWORTH:

I shot her.

ALL but GREEN

You?!

GREEN:

(knowingly)

So it was you.

I was going to expose you.

WADSWORTH:

(to Mr. Green)

I know.

So I choose to expose myself.

MUSTARD:

Please, there are ladies present!

WADSWORTH:

(to All)

You thought Mr. Boddy was dead.

But why? None of you even met him until tonight.

Mr. Green understands.

GREEN:

You're Mr. Boddy!

Wadsworth grins and starts to chuckle evilly.

PLUM:

Wait a minute!

(he runs to the study door)

So who did I kill?

Wadsworth shrugs.

WADSWORTH:

My butler.

PLUM:

Shucks.

Wadsworth uses the revolver to wave the Professor to join the group.

WADSWORTH:

He was expendable, like all of you.

I'm grateful to you all for disposing of my network of spies and informers.

Saved me a lot of trouble.

Now there's no evidence against me.

WHITE:

This all has nothing to do with my disappearing nuclear physicist husband

or Colonel Mustard's work with the new top-secret fusion bomb.

WADSWORTH:

(laughing)

No. Communism was just a red . . . herring.

Wadsworth runs to the front door,

keeping the revolver trained on the party.

GREEN:

But, the police will be here any minute!

You'll never get away with this, any of you!

WADSWORTH:

Why should the police come?

Nobody's called them.

PEACOCK:

You mean . . . oh, my God, of course!

WADSWORTH:

So why shouldn't we get away with it?

We'll stack the bodies in the cellar, lock it, leave quietly

one at a time, and forget that any of this ever happened.

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