Clue Page #6

SCARLET:

Nothing's explained. We still don't know who killed him!

WADSWORTH:

Well, the point is, we've got to find out in the next thirty-nine minutes.

Before the police arrive!

PEACOCK:

My God, we can't have them come here now--

GREEN:

But . . . how can we possibly find out which of you did it?

PLUM:

What do you mean which of "you" did it?

GREEN:

Well, I didn't do it!

WADSWORTH:

Well, one of us did.

We all had the opportunity, we all had a motive.

SCARLET:

Great. We'll all go to the chair.

PLUM:

Maybe it wasn't one of us.

MUSTARD:

Well, who else could it have been?

PLUM:

Who else is in the house?

WADSWORTH and YVETTE

Only the (ze) cook.

ALL:

The cook!

32 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE HALL -- 32

The party runs from the study to the Kitchen.

33 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--KITCHEN -- 33

They all get stuck in the door, except for Mr. Green.

He steps down into the kitchen and looks around.

GREEN:

Well. She's not here.

The door to the freezer starts to open.

Miss Scarlet screams.

The cook's body tumbles out into Mr. Green's arms.

She now has the dagger sticking out of her back.

Mrs. Ho was not (and is not) a light woman.

He is having difficulty holding her.

GREEN:

I didn't do it!!

(pause)

Somebody help me, please?

(nobody moves)

Somebody help me, PLEASE?

Several guests go to help.

One of them reaches for the knife.

MUSTARD:

Don't touch it. That's evidence.

WHITE:

Not for us.

We have to find out who did this. We can't take fingerprints!

MUSTARD:

(to Wadsworth)

I think you'd better explain yourself, Wadsworth.

WADSWORTH:

Me? Why me?

GREEN:

Who would want to kill the cook?

SCARLET:

Dinner wasn't that bad.

MUSTARD:

How can you make jokes at a time like this?

SCARLET:

It's my defense mechanism.

MUSTARD:

Some defense. If I was the killer, I would kill you next.

(Several guests look shocked)

SCARLET:

Oh?

(Uncomfortable silence)

MUSTARD:

I said "if." "If"!

(pause)

Hey, come on.

There is only one admitted killer here, and it is certainly not me,

it is her!

He points at Mrs. White.

WHITE:

I've admitted nothing.

MUSTARD:

Well, you paid the blackmail. How many husbands have you had?

WHITE:

Mine or other women's?

MUSTARD:

Yours.

WHITE:

Five.

MUSTARD:

Five.

WHITE:

Yes, just the five. Husbands should be like Kleenex.

Soft, strong, and disposable.

MUSTARD:

You lure men to their deaths like a spider with flies!

WHITE:

Flies are where men are most vulnerable.

MUSTARD:

Right!

(Again, he realizes what he just said)

MUSTARD:

Well, if it wasn't you, then who was it?

Who had the dagger, anyway?

It was you, Mrs. Peacock, wasn't it?

PEACOCK:

Yes, but I put it down.

PLUM:

Where?

PEACOCK:

In the study.

PLUM:

When?

PEACOCK:

I don't know!

Before I fainted, after I fainted, I don't know!

But any of you could have picked it up.

WADSWORTH:

Hmm.

Look. I suggest we take the cook's body into the study.

MUSTARD:

Why?

WADSWORTH:

I'm the butler. I like to keep the kitchen tidy.

34 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE STUDY -- 34

The camera faces the door that leads from the study to the hall.

The men are carrying the cook's body into the study,

effectively blocking off the women's view.

PLUM:

(dropping Mrs. Ho and pointing)

Look!

WADSWORTH and GREEN

What?

PLUM:

The body's gone!

Mrs. Ho is dropped.

PEACOCK:

What are you all staring at?

GREEN:

Nothing . . .

PEACOCK:

Well, who's there?

MUSTARD:

Nobody.

WADSWORTH:

Nobody. No Boddy, that's what we mean.

Mr. Boddy's body. It's gone.

WHITE:

Maybe he wasn't dead.

PLUM:

He was.

SCARLET:

We should have made sure!

PEACOCK:

How? By cutting his head off, I suppose.

WHITE:

That wasn't called for.

SCARLET:

Where is he?

PLUM:

We better look for him.

They look around.

GREEN:

Well . . . he couldn't have been dead.

PLUM:

He was.

At least I thought he was.

But . . . what difference does it make now?

SCARLET:

It makes quite a difference to him.

Maybe there is life after death.

WHITE:

Life after death is as improbable as sex after marriage.

GREEN:

Maybe Mr. Boddy killed the cook!

SCARLET and WHITE

Yes!

WADSWORTH:

How?

Mr. Green is at a loss.

PEACOCK:

Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to, um . . .

(to Yvette)

Is there a little girls' room?

YVETTE:

Oui, oui, madame.

PEACOCK:

No, I just want to powder my nose, thank you.

Yvette is bewildered.

Mrs. Peacock steps over Mrs. Ho's corpse into the hall.

Miss Scarlet, wandering around, picks up something.

SCARLET:

What's this, Wadsworth?

WADSWORTH:

I'm afraid those are the negatives to which Colonel Mustard earlier referred.

MUSTARD:

(Going for them)

Oh, my God!

SCARLET:

Were you planning to blackmail him, Wadsworth?

WADSWORTH:

Certainly not!

I'd obtained them for the Colonel, and I was going to give

them back as soon as Mr. Boddy was unmasked.

SCARLET:

Mmmm . . . very pretty.

Would you like to see these, Yvette? They might shock you . . .

YVETTE:

No, merci. I am a lay-dee.

SCARLET:

Oh, how do you know what kind of pictures they are

if you're such a "lay-dee"?

PLUM:

What sort of pictures are they?

MUSTARD:

They are my pictures, and I'd like them back, please.

SCARLET:

No, I'm afraid there's something in them that concerns me too.

Prof. Plum snatches the pictures and holds them up to the light.

PLUM:

Let me see . . .

WHITE:

(looking)

Oh, my.

Nobody can get into that position.

PLUM:

(putting the pictures down)

Sure they can. Let me show you.

Plum starts to demonstrate with Mrs. White on the couch.

WHITE:

Get off me!

35 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE HALL--REAR -- 35

Mrs. Peacock opens the door to the bathroom.

She screams.

Mr. Boddy's body falls out and lands in her outstretched arms.

He is almost certainly dead now; his head is bloody.

The party runs out to help her.

PLUM:

Mr. Boddy!

GREEN:

He's attacking her!

They pull the corpse off Mrs. Peacock.

WHITE:

Well, he's dead.

WADSWORTH:

Mr. Boddy. Dead. Again.

PEACOCK:

(fanning herself)

Oh, my God . . .

WADSWORTH:

She's going to faint.

PLUM:

Somebody catch her!

WADSWORTH:

(going behind Mrs. Peacock and encircling her with his arms)

I'll catch you. Fall into my arms.

(she slips right through)

Sorry . . .

WHITE:

(looking at Mr. Green)

You've got blood on your hands . . .

GREEN:

(panicking)

I didn't do it!

WADSWORTH:

He's got new injuries.

He picks up Mr. Boddy's arm and lets it fall again.

WADSWORTH:

Well, he's certainly dead now.

Why would anyone want to kill him twice?

SCARLET:

It seems so unnecessary.

MUSTARD:

It's what we call "overkill."

PLUM:

It's what we call "psychotic."

GREEN:

Unless he wasn't dead before.

PLUM:

What's the difference?

WADSWORTH:

(shouting)

That's what we're trying to find out!

We're trying to find out who killed him, and where, and with what!

PLUM:

There's no need to shout!

WADSWORTH:

(even louder)

I'm not shouting!!

All right, I am.

I'm shouting, I'm shouting, I'm shout--

At which point the candlestick, which had been nestled above

the bathroom door, falls and hits him on the head.

Wadsworth hits the floor.

36 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE STUDY -- 36

Mrs. Peacock has evidently recovered somewhat.

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