Ok, everyone ready to solve this murder?

Mike: Yes!

Peter: Poor Mamie...

Micky: Definitely.

Davy: Ready.

(We open right where we left off, with everyone gaping at the dead Mamie and Valerie screaming.)

Peter: (Takes his wife by the shoulders) Val, calm down, ok?

Valerie: But Peter, there's a dead woman there!

Mike: No shit. Someone has to call the cops.

Emma: And someone has to get the others. I think this is the end of the scavenger hunt.

Mike: The hell with the scavenger hunt. We have to find out who did it.

Valerie: What if they think it was one of us?

Peter: (Shakes his head) But we were with each other the whole time!

Mike: (Grabs Micky's hand) Don't touch her, man! She's evidence!

Emma: She's a human being!

Mike: She's a DEAD human bein'. This is for the cops.

Emma: Mike, we were supposed to protect her! We didn't do our jobs! (She looks like she might cry.)

Mike: (Puts his arm around Emma as Micky, Davy, and Peter inspect the body) Aw darlin', don't cry...

Emma: (Tears spill over) M...mike...liked her...didn't deserve this....

Mike: (Gently pulls Emma close to him) Darlin'...

Peter: (Sighs) What's the verdict, Mick?

Mike: Can you tell how she died?

Micky: *Sighs* Looks like some used a blunt weapon to the back of her head.

Mike: (Looks as Micky turns her head) Ewww.

Henry: (He and his group peer in) Have you seen Mamie? It's long past the hour, and she isn't in the ballroom.

Violet: Is that Mother?

Mike: Yes and no.

Dil: What do you mean? Either it is, or it isn't.

Peter: Henry, get them out of here.

Henry: You'll not order me around! (He pushes past Mike and Emma...and gasps when he sees Mamie) What happened to her?

*Micky motions getting whacked in the back of his head, frowning.*

Violet: What is it? (She pushes past Henry...and then falls back, her eyes wide) MOTHER! (She almost literally falls into Dil's arms.)

Henry: (As the butler comes in) Do you know who did it?

Peter: No. We found her this way.

Violet: (Wails) A likely story! I'll bet one of you did it!

Mike: Honey, we barely knew her.

Henry: Violet...

Violet: (Pulls away) You all hated Mother!

Dil: Is she really...

Mike: Dead? Yeah.

Peter: (Gulps) Maybe we'd all better go back to the ballroom.

Mike: Yeah. Someone will have to find the other group and get 'em to come back.

Henry: We'll do it.

Violet: But what if one of them killed her?

Micky: Then we'll know where the killer is.

Henry: And it'll be a lot more useful than just standing here, staring. Come on. (He grabs Violet's hand and directs her out of the room, followed by Dil)

Mike: Let's get back to the ballroom. We need to tell Al about Mamie. Someone really needs to call the cops, too, and probably Honeywell.

Peter: Valerie and I will call Honeywell. (Looks at the Butler) Sir, would you call the police?

Butler: Certainly, Sir. *heads off to a phone*

(Cut back to the ballroom. The other groups stand around, talking nervously amongst themselves. Violet continues to wail about how someone killed her mother.)

Mike: (He and Micky lean over the buffet, bringing Al up to speed) ...So now you know about as much as we know, Al.

Al: *Shakes his head* Man, that's awful.

Mike: Yeah. Em's still upset. (Nods at Emma, who sits on the now-empty bandstand, her head in her hands. Lauren rubs her shoulder.)

Peter: (He joins the men) Valerie and I were with the butler when he called the police. Valerie's going to meet them in the hall.

Mike: (Sees the Butler come in) Hey man, did 'ya get the cops?

Butler: *Nods* Yes, Sir, I did. They will be here post-haste.

Mike: Yeah. Well, ok. Now we've gotta tell everyone else and find out who did this.

Peter: (Frowns) Isn't the police supposed to find that out?

Mike: Pete, it was our jobs to protect that chick! We didn't keep her alive, but maybe we can find out who killed her.

Witch: (She comes over to the buffet) Do you still have those home-made pickles, Al? I love those!

Al: Yeah, there's still some left.

Witch: Wonderful! I'll have some of those, and the ham sandwiches, and the pigs in a blanket...

Mike: Hey Mick, got any witches in your family?

Micky: *makes a face* No.

Witch: Murder makes me hungry!

Mike: Attention! (He, Micky, Davy, and Peter get on the stage) Attention! (Everyone just keeps talking)

Peter: Micky, I give you permission to whistle.

Micky: Thank you. *takes a breath, then lets rip a LOUD two-finger whistle*

*Davy wiggles a finger in the ear closer to Micky.*

(That does, indeed, get everyone's attention, including the butler and Al.)

Mike: Thank you, Mick.

Micky: You're welcome.

Tommy: What's all the commotion?

Mike: As most of you are probably aware by now, Mamie DeLis is dead of what we believe to be blunt trauma to the head.

Beatrice: (Raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow) You believe?

Mike: We ain't doctors, ok? She looks like someone took a nasty instrument up the side of her head and went to town.

Peter: (As Violet just wails louder) Smooth, Michael.

Henry: (Shoves his girth onto the stage) There has to be a way we can find out who killed her before the police arrive and start asking questions.

Dil: It could be anyone!

Regina: What about the butler? They usually do it.

Tommy: (Turns around to the butler) Hey pal, did you do it?

Henry: Please. If he did do it, would he tell you?

Violet: (Wails) Well, SOMEONE killed Mother!

Dil: (Glares) What about you, Henry? You wanted to build that parking lot!

Regina: Yeah!

Henry: I'm not the only one who had beef with Mamie. When was the last time you spoke to your sister, Beatrice?

Beatrice: When she called me for this insane party.

Mike: Look, pointin' fingers ain't gonna get us anywhere.

Peter: Maybe we'd better split up.

Martin: But what if the killer ends up in a group and kills the whole group?

Regina: They can't. They'd give themselves away unless they bash another head in discreetly. ;)

Peter: (Looks at Micky and Mike) Why don't we split back into the groups we had before, then each search a wing of the house? Maybe our group could split into two and search the garden and the first floor. (Whispers to Micky) Maybe we'll find more secret passageways.

Micky: Maybe.

Mike: Ok, then. Group number 1 will search the attic. Group 2 will search the upstairs. Group 3 will search the downstairs and the basement. Group 4 will search the grounds.

Regina: I still don't like this.

Violet: I want to find out what happened to Mother! (Whimpers)

Dil: You always were a baby, Vi.

Violet: (Wipes her eyes on her sleeve) No, I'm not!

Dil: Then prove it. Come with us and help us find out who did Mom in!

Violet: All right. (Her brother takes her hand)

Mike: (He rejoins the others) We need to split into smaller groups. Pete, take Mick, Val, and Lauren and search the downstairs. Em, Davy, Daphne, and I will hit the attic.

Henry: My group will take the upstairs.

Regina: We'll go outside, (Smirks at Tommy) It's a nice night for nocturnal activities.

Tommy: I'd love to bite your neck, hon.

Regina: Keep that thought in mind, Lugosi. (Beatrice rolls her eyes.)

Mike: (Turns to Alton) Once again, you're in charge of the ballroom, Al. No one's supposed to leave the grounds until the cops arrive. Use the phones if you see anythin' suspicious.

Al: Aye, aye, Chief.

(The groups follow each other into the hallway. Henry points upstairs.)

Henry: We'll go up that way.

Mike: (Nods) And we'll hit up the attic.

Peter: Come on, Mick. Let's go see if we can find anything in her study.

Valerie: (Nods, still a bit pale) It makes sense. If she has any other secrets, they'd be there.

Micky: Yeah.

Peter: (The study is an air pale mauve room that looks a bit like the library, but with two side-by-side marble desks and soft armchairs, and fewer book shelves) This seems to be where she kept her business items.

Valerie: (Searches the shelves) No playbills here.

Peter: Yeah, everything is on managing businesses or accounting or handling money.

*Micky sits at one of the desks. He starts pulling at the drawers and the assorted items on the desk. He finally pulls a small black box from one drawer and presses a button, which opens a grate in the wall.*

Peter: (Grins) You're getting really good at that, Mick!

Micky: It's a gift.

Valerie: Anything interesting this time?

Peter: (Leans in the grate) Another carton... (picks up a sealed envelope) ...and what's this?

Valerie: (Leans over Peter) What's what?

Peter: These sealed envelopes.

Valerie: Maybe we shouldn't open them.

Peter: I don't think Mamie would care now.

(Peter opens the envelopes as Micky and Lauren go through the carton.)

Valerie: (Frowns) Is that Violet?

Peter: Looks like Mamie's little girl has been kicked out of every fancy boarding school from Chicago to LA.

Valerie: (Raises an eyebrow) She once invited the Chicago Bulls to her apartment for the night...and four of them didn't show up for the game against the Celtics the next day?

Peter: And the Golden State Warriors.

Micky: Look at what I just found... seems Henry's construction business is getting a little desperate. Their last few jobs have been pretty shoddy.

Peter: I heard that the last residential buildings they built have had over a hundred complaints in the last year, from leaky faucets to paper-thin walls that shake when planes or trains pass by them.

Valerie: And Dil's had some...interesting...occupations, most of which haven't lasted more than a year. Professional tattoo artist, wrestler, sailor, (eyes widen)...prostitute...

Peter: (Leans over the pictures) With interesting tastes.

Micky: Whoa...

Lauren: Interesting taste indeed.

Peter: And Regina's working on her third husband. The first two were both rich, elderly...and died under mysterious circumstances.

Peter: (As someone comes in; looks up) What's that?

Valerie: Peter! (A hand in a black glove leans over and tries to grab the carton!)

("Goin' Down" begins as Peter tries to reach for the carton. The hand pushes him back into the passageway! He drops the envelope. The hand reaches out to grab it, but Micky grabs the hand!)

*But the hand slips out of the glove. Micky makes a face at the glove left in his hand.* :P

(Cut to the attic upstairs. Mike and Davy search around old toys and more cartons. Emma and Daphne look around racks of old furs and coats.)

(Mike and Davy back into each other and jump a mile!)

(Regina looks for people in the bedroom. Tommy pulls out a negligee and smirks. Regina grins but shakes her head. Later.)

(Henry and Dil search the pool area. Violet looks around every plant.)

(Henry leads Beatrice down a flowered arbor. The flowers and ivy obscure them for a moment. Then we hear a slap, and Beatrice storms out. Henry follows her, his face now covered with a hand-shaped red mark.)

(Cut to back inside. The camera follows that black-gloved hand again as it travels over to what looks like a fuse box. It pulls a switch. Cut to outside. The entire house, including the grounds area, plunges into darkness.)

(A series of people running into each other - Mike and Davy upstairs, Henry and Dil outside, Peter and Micky in the passageway, Martin and Tommy upstairs. Martin and Tommy fall head-over-heels downstairs. Henry and Dil wind up in the pool. Peter and Micky help each other to their feet as the music ends.)

Valerie: (As the song ends; makes flashlights appear) This is ridiculous. Are you guys ok?

Peter: Yeah, sure. It was just my pride.

Micky: I think so...

Valerie: (Pushes at the wall; they've found the end) I think we found the exit. Lauren, can you help me? You're the strong woman here.

Lauren: Sure. *joins Valerie*

(Valerie and Lauren finally shove the door open...and find themselves in the kitchen again, walking through one of the closets. Peter points his flashlight at a gloved hand as it hurries out of the kitchen.)

Peter: Follow that hand!

Valerie: (As we hear gunshots overhead; screams) They have a gun! We're going to die!

(The gunshots bring EVERYONE into the hall! All of the groups come running into each other at once. Everyone but Valerie and Lauren, who duck out of the way, finally end up on top of each other in one big pile as the police throw open the doors and run in, guns raised!)

Mike: (He's the last one up, holding Regina...who indeed, wears black gloves and carries a gun) Officers, arrest this woman for the murder of Mamie DeLis!