Clue Page #17

Mr. Green takes off his glasses and starts to put them in his

jacket's inside pocket.

GREEN:

And you'll just go on blackmailing us all.

WADSWORTH:

Of course.

Why not?

GREEN:

Well, I'll tell you why not.

He whips a pistol from his jacket and fires.

Wadsworth tries to get off a shot but is far too slow.

The butler is hit.

WADSWORTH:

(shocked)

Good shot, Green.

Wadsworth slides down the closet door to the floor.

He looks at the blood flowing out of his chest.

WADSWORTH:

Very good . . .

Wadsworth dies.

Mr. Green stands fully, lowering the pistol.

He already looks more confident than he has yet during the night.

Mrs. White steps up to him.

He points the pistol at her.

WHITE:

Are you a cop?

GREEN:

No, I'm a plant.

SCARLET:

A plant? I thought men like you were usually called a "fruit."

GREEN:

Very funny.

(he pulls out a badge)

F.B.I. That phone call from J. Edgar Hoover was for me.

He steps up to the front door and grabs the handle.

GREEN:

I told you I didn't do it!

He opens the front door.

Cops pour in.

The elderly evangelist (the chief) follows them in.

CHIEF:

All right. Whodunit?

The guests all try to explain, blaming each other.

The cops, confused, keep pointing their guns at different guests.

Mr. Green shouts above the din.

GREEN:

They all did it!

But if you want to know who killed Mr. Boddy,

I did. In the Hall, with the revolver.

Take 'em away, chief.

I'm going to go home and sleep with my wife.

The camera freezes as Mr. Green turns to leave and he and the chief grin.

THE END:

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