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Bees Make Honey (2017)
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Tatiana! Excuse me, sorry. Tatiana? Oh, Mr. Wayne, how charming, you found me. I'm desperately searching for Honey, have you seen her? Pardon? I'm looking for Honey, have you seen her? Honey? Yes. I don't know where she is, come on, join in. No, I can't, thank you. Oh come you rascal, jump in the conga line and debauch for eternity. I'm alright. Oh come on handsome, loosen up. Honey? Honey! You called Madam? Brilliant. You're the perfect size. Good. I'm at a loss at detecting what you mean exactly. That is your profession sir, to detect. I have my moments. We all have our moments. The art lies in making a habit of them. Call me honey. How do you do Honey? Inspector Shoerope. Yes. You have some catching up to do Inspector Shoerope. Champagne? Oh, thank you but I refrain from the liquor when on duty. Fuck that. I'm yet to start your industrial clock. Go on. If you insist. Never insist, always persist. So what am I? I'm sorry? For my Hallow's Eve costume party. Welcome, you ghastly ghouls of Hallow's Eve, to the annual costume contest. You know what time it is. I hereby announce, commence. If I call your name you are a nominee, saunter your suave self onto this very stage and have a fine boogie-woogie with yours truly. You are invited. Your nominees are, Candy. Mr. Fairweather. Mr. Allbright. Honey. Kitty. And last but by no means least, Mr. Wayne. Right. Please don't tell me you're completely unaware. I'm afraid so. Huh. Shame. Here. A bee. Correct. You really should place Hallow's Eve in your calendar. It's such a marvelous occasion. It's also my birthday. Why, many happy returns. Aren't you going to ask my age? Gentlemen never do. Ladies never tell. I have an entire room filled with costumes Inspector Shoerope, a vast collection, for to feast your eyes. Everything from cowboys to Indians to pirates to sailors, to kings, to queens, to cops, to robbers. But for you, I know exactly what your get-up should be. I'm in your hands. Like I said, it will fit perfectly. You're the same size, you and my... You were the same size. It was precisely as this we entered the dance floor only a year ago, my husband and I. We held hands like so, you and me, this very second. Although where I am utterly disappointed, is my husband was consuming liquor far quicker. As I spoke upon my arrival, mixing business with pleasure is against my code of conduct. Well change your code with gusto dear sir. It is I conducing your cherished conduct after all. You must spend your evening exactly as my dear deceased husband spent his because then, and only then, can you detect the truth. Conveniently at this juncture we separated upon my saying, run along darling and obtain yourself another drink. You know I like my men wet. Excuse me, there we go. I say, cheeky. A mightily strong touch you possess Sheriff. Apologies Madam, I'm attempting my way into the bar is all. That is most certainly not all, the two of us bar-bound now sir, take my hand, lead me to the watering-hole. I'm really just trying to sneak on through, Madam. Sneak for two damn you, I insist, with a vigorous thirst. Certainly, ah, Mr. Wayne. Tatiana, thoughts on my costume please Mr. Wayne? Grand. Thank you, I'm a Gazelle. Huh, delightful Last year, I was a rhinoceros. Very impressive. And the year before that, a hippo. Very fucking impressive. The idles of a wasted war-time youth. Not wasted on me, my knees most certainly went idle. Is it loaded? I have replaced the costume revolver with my own, so yes. I can tell Sheriff. May I ask you a question? You don't think I should have been a French maid, do you? No I consider your bee splendidly special. Really, truly? I'm so perfectly spoiled for choice, see. I can. I do so love to throw a costume party. It would seem. Any excuse. I haven't the pleasure of attending many. It is my absolute favorite avocation. They do have a certain charm. Precisely. And magic. But the trials and tribulations... Of those I am familiar. Of making up one's own mind. Honey? Yes, Inspector Shoerope? I'm reluctant to slice such a moment of contemplation and deliberation but it's my professional prerogative, nay, duty, nay, requirement, to understand what it is exactly for which you summoned my services. I thought you'd never ask. One can't be too careful on this most haunted of evenings. Prying ears everywhere, you see. And wandering eyes aplenty. I'm sure you're often thrust into tragic circumstances, a man of your profession, but this one does carry a certain particular jeopardy. Tragedy most certainly is a... I'm not finished, sir. Not in the slightest. You see, exactly one year ago today, on this very evening, and in this very home, my husband was brutally murdered. Gosh. I'd heard snippets of such a crime from my new colleagues in the station but hadn't the chance to put two and two together. Well said, colleagues were success-less in their pursuit of the truth, without imagination. Imagination is a gift received all too seldom. Quite. And solving a crime requires more than just dotting the Is and crossing the Ts. This is true. Tell me, how long have you wielded the weight of justice? Three weeks, Honey. My, we've not a second more to spare. I've relentlessly ensured that every party guest who was in attendance last year is again present this evening. Look, I sent out invitations from the identical address book, painstakingly received and cross-referenced all RSVPs. And tonight, upon cocktail hour, I stood at our entrance as a permanent fixture, striking off names without exception as each respective individual arrived. Along with a perfectly pleasant greeting of course. Naturally. So the fucker who murdered my husband on this very evening only a year ago must again be present tonight. I see. And what of the staff? Whoa This is The happy house We're happy here In five more years, I'll have been all of the animals in a Kenyan safari. What were you last year? I wasn't here. You don't say? Fresh meat. You're fortunate gazelles are herbivores. For you however, I might make an exception. Don't fracture the food chain on my behalf, please. What would you like? Champagne with a twist of champagne, please and thank you. Champagne and a scotch. You're awfully brave wearing this sheriff costume. Brave? Why yes, considering the tragedy of a year ago. The murder you mean? Precisely, and the fact that the victim was... Uh! Bang! It wasn't me Sheriff, I didn't do it, you've got the wrong man, by golly you have. Quite the costume sir, Mr. Conick. Thank you, Wayne. Mr. Wayne. You may so disclose your ponderings on mine. Truly something. I'm Sherlock Holmes. Yes, you are. Ooh, excellent choice my man, scotch me up too. Oh and I see you're lubricating the cheeky gazelle. Stop it Mr. Conick, you must set a good example. This is Mr. Wayne's first year here. Oh well, aren't you the needle in the haystack. Allow me to welcome you to our wonderful Hallow's Eve bash. Our? Mr. Conick is something of a celebrity around these parts. It's an honor to claim your company sir. Oh my family simply shares close ties with the local land is all. Close ties, meaning they have all the land tied up. Don't let our dear friend's modesty fool you. If you're looking to purchase a regional property, this man's family shall seal the deal. We are in Conick-on-Marsh after all. What a waster What a fucking waster You pissed it all up the wall Round the corner Where they chased her there's tears coming I'm in awe of your unique efforts Honey, really, but one can never recreate what has passed with complete sincerity. There is always the possibility, if not inevitability of a fleeting fancy throwing a spanner in the works. Keep your fancy spanner sheathed. As it was, as it is. All that's divergent is my broken heart. Last year it was very much whole. You have my undying compassion. Oh spare me your sympathy. Feelings are for the frail. And the frail alone. I'm right in assuming that, should I accept this investigation, we would be in cahoots in my insisting none of the guests discover my true identity. Go on. It would compromise the covert nature of my inquiry. I would consider calling myself a certain, Mr. Wayne. And all those who pry shall receive our agreed decoy answer, Mr. Wayne. You are my chaperone, with whom I intend to conclude the evening in the height of passion, concur? As you wish. Settled then. Come, come, time waits for no man. Oh, stop it Tatiana, you'll inflate even the most viscous of egos with such flattery. Not quite any property you understand Mr. Wayne, despite my incessant advances, our magnificent venue for this evening remains very much in the tenacious hands of the charmingly nouveau Ms. Honey. Indeed. I am content with my current abode but should my wings grow restless, I'll flap them in your direction. When the soaring skies beckon, a Conick nest, thatched, swept and dressed awaits. Here, I'm certain I've seen your costume before old boy. Yes, I'm sure, the shop-teller from whom I'm purchased it just yesterday advised it was a particularly potent pick. Apparently so. Wonderfully authentic. Hmm, wonderfully damning too. Tatiana don't. He knows. Knows what. Enough please. About Honey's husband. - Really, come on. - Oh, I do yes. A right royal miserable subject. And what of it? Let's hope you have better luck. - Must we? - Luck? Yes. No. Ah, marvelous, allons-y Tatiana, a dance is due. Well we can't leave Mr. Wayne all alone. Oh, I'm quite alright, thank you. What do you mean by all this luck and bravery? Well honey's husband was wearing a sheriff's costume when he was murdered of course. It's rather a cursed get-up. I see. Don't fret though. Lightning seldom strikes twice. My feet are simply ravenous for a lick of the jitterbug and I insist they be fed. A dear moment, golly. It's been a pleasure Mr. Wayne. The pleasure was all mine Tatiana. Mr. Conick. Good evening. Just borrowing you. Excuse me for a moment, a dabble of fun, I assure you. Whatever's the matter? Name your game. Oh, Inspector Shoerope, how becoming and in such company. Why this costume? Sorry? The costume upon my back, why this one? Um, well it's a perfect fit, and quite magnificently apt. Oh yes? That we agreed. Your murdered husband was a sheriff. I did have an ulterior motive for the marriage of body to costume, I confess. I'm listening. This was the exact garb my husband was wearing upon his death only a year ago. They very same? Precisely. Oh no, Inspector Shoerope, I've preserved it with such delicate love and care, let not a moment of heat set it alight. Love and care my foot. It's evidence if you please, evidence. Precisely. Oh be careful. It's coming right off. Please don't do that. Absolute insanity. Stop, I beg you. It's a sordid idea. This is enough! I'm bewitched, Inspector Shoerope. Bewitched. Upon my husband's final exhalation I vowed that I would deliver his killer to the unforgiving arms of justice and I am eternally haunted until this I have done. I desperately assumed that it would benefit your investigation and therefore my bedeviled self if you looked and you felt exactly as he did while trying to solve this most muddled of murder mysteries. I am humbled to be of assistance, Honey. I can't however say I'm familiar, nor comfortable with such methodology. Because a man only truly understands another man when he's stepping in his shoes, feeling what he felt, and possessing what he possessed. You see, you can see here, the slight scarring from the fatal wound upon the fabric. I do. I undertook the reparations myself as a form of therapy but a kitchen knife thrust with great force is a tedious mark to erase entirely. And when I found him... What of it? The murder weapon was still within, and blood cascaded from the fatal wound. Any evidence from the scene of the crime? The killer must have been wearing gloves, for no fingerprints adorned the handle of the blade. And countless hours spent scouring the kitchen, for that's where his life was terminated, proved futile in our attempts to discover any slither of a clue at all. The work of a seasoned hand, I'm sure. A seasoned hand that's laid its cold touch on my pillow every night since. I drink to sleep, but the drink duly fuels my tears. You have my deepest sympathies. Spare me your fucking sympathy. We've established you must. Tell me this. Have you ever experienced the pain of parting by death? I have not. Of course not. So run along, Sheriff. You've a crime to solve. I didn't foresee spying you here Sheriff. Commissioner, my word! And my surprise is not fused with pleasure. Name your purpose amongst such illustrious company, Shoerope. I was called sir. By whom? Honey, sir. Finally lost her marbles has she? In regards to the murder of her husband a year ago, sir. Ah, and you flock like a bee to the flower. I was on duty, sir. As a sheriff? She had me change into this upon my arrival actually, sir. Did she? Darling? Darling, I've been searching far and wide for you. Well done, you've found me sweetheart. Meet Inspector Shoerope, Inspector Shoerope, my wife. My, Inspector Shoerope, you make out to be a superbly swashbuckling sheriff. Thank you madam, you're a marvelous mermaid. Ah, just a little something I keep hidden in the back of my wardrobe should such an occasion arise. Nothing really. Oh that's not true dearest, it's quite the prize possession. Stop Commissioner, a lady never spares her secrets, silly. You're making me blush. Well, you can run that little blush of yours off with a jaunt to the bar. I was rather hoping to catch a stash of fresh air my love. It'll still be here when you return, sugarplum. Shoerope and I require two scotches. Of course. Inspector Shoerope. Madam. Bothersome she may sometimes be, but I love her. I'm Captain Hook, approve? I assumed sir, it's very good. Thank you, we decided on a nautical theme this year. Lover's rock But woops there goes the strength that you need To make real cool lover's rock A genuine lover takes off his clothes And he can make a lover in a Now, Shoerope, what has she told you? Who, Sir? Honey, of the murder. Oh right, yes, quite a fair amount actually sir. In fact you rather caught me in a contemplative moment. Don't trust a word of it. Why ever not? I'm your ranking officer, do as I say, not a single word she has spoken nor shall speak with her maniacal mouth is to be trusted. You promise me this? Well, I certainly have to request that you explain your... OK, you dirty rotten scoundrels. Slither yourselves to the dance floor pronto, all to the dance floor at once. Huzzah, they're going to announce the best costume winners and then they bob for apples, this is the most exciting part and quite frankly dear boy, I fancy my chances this year. Well on your toes now Mr. Wayne, we're all ready and waiting. The nominees, you ghostly fiends of the night, but wait, but wait, there can only be two winners. Two winners ladies and gentlemen, one lady and one gentleman. Our lady champion is, our beautiful host, Honey. Any words for your thoroughly adoring fans? I'd like to thank you all awfully from the very bottom of my heart. Such a wonderful Hallow's Eve. And I am sincerely moved every year by each of yours continued attendance. What an honor it is to be your winner, thank you. The wonderful sweet as they come, Honey. And don't you just look sumptuous, huh? How ravishing, I could eat you up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Maybe a little bit on the side, too. But who will be the lucky gentleman joining our beautiful lady, who will it be? A handsome sheriff to tame our buzzing bee, Mr. Wayne. Congratulations, sir. You lucky devil, you. Any words for your adoring and loving fans? Um... Thank you. Thank you all very much. It's, um... There you have it ladies and gentlemen, your wonderful winners of the champion costume contest. Bring on the apple-bobbing. Ready, Honey? Ready, Mr. Wayne? Now, on my mark we want to see you bob for those apples like the crazy rotten scoundrels you are. On your marks, get set, go. Oh my, oh my. And Honey is the first to bite. Bob away you debauched Hallow's Eve reprobates. My, this is close ladies and gentlemen, brutally close. Tensions all around my lovelies, you can slice it with a knife. Who will it be, who will it be, I just don't know. Three, two, one. A magnificent comeback by our darling, Honey. Three succulent apples apiece. What a civilized result for you dirty, debauched, rotten, scandalous bunch. A draw. Your champions, Mr. Wayne and Honey. Oh, Inspector Shoerope, what marvelous fun. I'm an apple bobbing fiend. What good, clean, fucking fun. You do know how to throw quite some party. I do, don't I? A wicked time. Truly. I should like for to always be in attendance. You can, you must. Forever more, each and every year. I should like that very much. I feared you were going to run away with those apples and leave me well in your wake. You made a spirited comeback. But you wouldn't do that, would you? What? To me, on my birthday of all days? Do what? Unless my sense of human judgment has completely capitulated, then being a well-mannered gentleman I've judged you to be, have you not always permitted any competitive endeavor to be forfeited to those withstanding their natal day? Why yes, I suppose I have. Forgive me, I was swept away in the excitement seized by my competitive edge. The past is past. The future now holds your redemption. To the future then. Well, hello there my lovelies. Mr. Conick, you really must knock! Knock, knock. The apple bobbing king and queen, as I live and as I breathe. Something like that. Oh and how thoroughly well deserved. Truly, sincerely, thoroughly. I always think and hope and pray that I might find myself upon that stage with a victory to boast, but alas not yet. Not quite yet. Patience is a virtue. Indeed, one of these years I shall reign supreme, I'm sure. Simply a law of averages. You have my vote. Oh yes, but Honey holds the wand and Honey alone. The benefits of being the hostess. Oh quite, and too right as well. Home advantage and all that, too right. Agreed. I am having an absolute corker. Once again, nonetheless. Each and every year, the most riotous of times guaranteed. It is a requirement I return so that I remember how good a time I've had, that's how good a time I have. Is that a crime? Oh gosh golly no, not on my watch at least. Though I am rather liberal, you do invite me back every year of course, which is integral. I thank you. Oh bang! Double bang! Bang, bang! Either of you care for a tinker? Thank you but no. A little dabble? I haven't the constitution. A simple sniff? Not for me. Some booger sugar? Oh Mr. Conick, please. Damn shame. You'll find everything you need here to spruce, up Mr. Wayne. Indeed it appears well supplied. That apple bobbing is a rotten messy business chap. Enjoy. Honey, shall we peruse the party? I'll follow in a moment. Oh nonsense, away we go. Really, Mr. Conick, I have hostess duties. Fine, as you wish. She's a stubborn one, as you know. I'll be seeing you. Right, we have a crime to solve. Of course. When you are refreshed, meet me in the piano room post-haste. Certainly. Inspector Shoerope? Yes? I do so desperately hope we can solve the mystery of the murder of my husband only a year ago. We will. So that I may live in peace. You must. And embrace the future. Wholeheartedly. Mr. Wayne, my spick and span champion. Interrupting something, am I? Whatever do you mean? I think you know, what was that? You've endowed me with a greater level of understanding than I'm afraid I possess. What were you discussing with Commissioner? My word, from where has this petulance descended? In the name of the law, it's imperative I be informed. You need a drink. I don't need a drink. Well, something's required to calm you the fuck down. I need you to divulge the truth. Excuse me? Commissioner ordered I disbelieve any word that comes from your mouth. What? When? And in the ensuing costume contest chaos and apple bobbing and what-not, I failed to uphold said order. How dare he. I am now reminded of its importance, the truth. Commissioner and I intend to partake in a petite Hallow's Eve treat, and you caught us fashioning the arrangements. Excuse me? We understandably desire it to remain secret. He must have doubted my ability to keep it so. You and the commissioner? It's merely a physical act of pleasure we shall share, nothing more. Here's a married man! Mr. Wayne, how insensitive of you! - Honey... - I am a widow, a widow if you please. I didn't mean that. Consider my emotions. You've outdone even yourself you heartless rascal. Please. Oh, why must I bear His cross? You have some nerve tormenting a woman laden with tragedy. Stan down sir. Can't you see Honey's vulnerable? Gently, Mr. Wayne. How dare you bring tears upon her? You are entirely mistaken. She needs protection, care and love, not a bully. That's very impressive, both of you. Thank you, but I am quite alright. Now relinquish your lock at once. With pleasure. You escaped me this time young Tommy, but beware should you begin to bully anew, I shall not hesitate. Sit down, sir. Curse you. Frau Honey, it is a noble tradition of the Fatherland to warm and delight those in distress, particularly when the damsel in question possesses such aesthetic charms as thee. Allow me? Oh, I'm touched by your concern, but I really am quite fine. Nothing a wash of absinthe won't flush away. Absolutely out of the proverbial question. Oh, bless you, you dear, dear soul. We are yet to be formally introduced. Mr. Werner. - Mr. Wayne. - I know, I heard the name on stage. Congratulations are in order on account of your triumph, you insensitive critter. You've misinterpreted the situation. I saw you harass her with my own eyes. I did nothing of the sort. Are you calling me a liar? Mr. Wayne is my chaperone for the evening. You must understand my new found difficulties in being alone, especially one such as I, the physical beast that I am burdened with being. It is no beast of burden, Frau Honey. Really? Hmm. Please refrain from calling me Frau, won't you? In the absence of my beloved I've rather reverted to Fraulein. Oh. Fraulein Honey, a German weiner-schnitzel correctly prepared and consumed offers unparalleled levels of comfort. I remain, as ever, in your service. Hmm, what a fascinating proposition. Yeah. I find myself without the appetite this evening however. Mr. Wayne and I are rather building up to a moment of passion. Surely, a prerequisite of the evening. How very cultured a chaperone. Sex as a prerequisite. Mr. Werner, please. What filth. Oh, Mein Fuhrer will positively rejoice when I inform him of such etiquette. As so I am currently rejoicing. Romance is not his forte. Huzzah! Commissioner. So there he is. What do you want, Shoerope? Or should I call you Mr. Wayne? Please excuse us, won't you kind sir? You have some talking to do. Come again? Enough of your mischief, Commissioner. Watch your mouth Shoerope, remember who it is I am. I'm not so sure anymore. Another word, I'll rip the guts from your garters. If anybody's doing any any ripping, it's me. Come here! Stand still and receive what's coming your way! You stand still young bum, and receive what's coming your way! I'm merely a moral messenger, but morality bites. Don't speak to me of morals, stop moving! I shan't stop moving until you admit all. Admit what? Your Hallow's Eve activities. My Hallow's Eve activities, what of yours? Mine? Yes, yours, you cheat. You're the cheat, she told me everything. What, who? Honey. Oh, stop this blasted running at once. Fine. Commissioner. Commissioner sir, are you well? No, I'm not. I'm an aged man who's still aging. Bring me my drink. Commissioner! Shut your trap you obnoxious little beaver, before I shut it for you. Get off me! That's it. There we are, much better. It should have been me victorious, but you came along, or should I say Mr. Wayne came along, you rogue, - you libertine... - Commissioner! Put my balls back in your mouth! I know of your vulgar elicit relations with Honey. What? You plan to partake in a treat with one another this very Hallow's Eve. Treat? I think it despicable. Shoerope, I'm a happily married man, how dare you! She told me of the nasties you were whispering when I spied you both earlier, don't play dumb. We were whispering nothing of the sort. It was your fraudulent victory I was vexing over. Excuse me? The costume you fool, the costume! I was informing Honey of my utter discontent that annually I attend this shambolic shindig, having spent the many preceding months contemplating and planning and deliberating with my dear, dear wife as to what costumes we shall be sporting, and annually we are left empty handed. What? We even practiced the apple-bobbing together. Blast you rotten! Practice? My wife's marvelous at grabbing those fruits. She'll be wonderful when her time finally comes. Oh, get up you imbecile. A nomination would suffice, alas not even a sniff. But Honey told me of your physical act of pleasure. Physical pleasure? There is no pleasure. So, so Honey was... Did I not order you to disbelieve any word that comes from her insane mouth? Yes Commissioner, you did. Heed my order. Then why did you suspiciously run as I approached? Frustration. Envy. Shame. Disappointment in the heat of the moment. Oh, how shall I face my sugarplum? I'm a winner by definition. I wanted to win so dearly this year of all years. You could have faced me? Oh, no I couldn't, I had to run and hide in this very room and play billiards, the coward I am. I'm appalling. I'm quite amazing at billiards though, I never lose. How victories feed the spirit and replenish the soul. So there is no... Nothing. No of course not. The only holes I shall fill are on this here table. The cruel spectrum of life. Honey, the victor, year in, year out, and I, the perpetual loser. Have you considered Commissioner, the code of etiquette that stipulates those withstanding their natal day shall reign victorious throughout any competitive endeavor? Natal day? Honey's birthday. Who told you that? - Honey. - My order, Shoerope. What? Heed my bloody order, it's not her birthday! What? Not a syllable uttered from her lips should land true upon your naive ears. Commissioner I feel awfully... Whatever am I going to do with you? Awfully, slight in this very moment... Shoerope, shoerope, what's the matter? Commissioner you'll have to excuse me. Shoerope? Shoerope? Shoerope! Shoerope! Shoerope! Shoerope! For the sake of God, Shoerope! Inspector Shoerope? Inspector Shoerope? Inspector Shoerope? Wake up, darling. There you are. Honey. Honey is that you? Yours truly. How are you feeling? I'm feeling very heavy, actually. Of course you are, you took quite a tumble. Yes. Yes, I suppose I did. You really must endeavor to match every glass of liquor with a dash of fresh air or splash of water at the very least. Right. Have a sip on this, there's a drop of my homemade honey mixed within, you'll feel right as rain. Mmm. Delicious. You keep your own bees? In memory of my deceased husband, you see. It wasn't just me he kept. He was a bee enthusiast of nearly half a century. They make wonderful companions. It would taste so. Honey. I confronted Commissioner regarding the physical act of pleasure between you and he. And? It would seem you've misled me. Have I not welcomed you into my home with grace? You have. And, are you not in my employment? You did call me hither, which plants me in your service. And have I not, on a more personal note, been most hospitable? I would again, have to agree. Then why do you doubt my word against his? He is Commissioner. And a married man to boot. He's established his faithfulness. Commissioner or no, he has thus far proven impotent in his lame attempts to solve the despicable crime of the murder of my husband. It's an ongoing investigation. So the killer is at large, in this very house, at this very exact precise moment! You have my sympathy. I don't want your fucking sympathy! I want justice. He did further make me aware that today is not in fact your birthday. Inspector Shoerope. It appears all the cats are rather out of the bag. You apparently think that every word I speak is without an ounce of truth. Not even a syllable? That is exactly what I think. You may leave. It is peculiar no fellow reveler has spoken a word of your birthday. All I know of it is what you and only you have mentioned. I insist you depart. Don't let anger veil the truth. I urge you to understand my predicament and the subsequent conclusion to which it has led me. It is smart indeed to ask for understanding when he who asks has nil. I willingly informed you today was my natal day because, well because... I took an immediate liking to you, Inspector Shoerope. A liking of the aesthetic sort. And you are alone in your awareness of it being so, for reasons of vanity. If it is a crime for a woman to lament the passing of time, the betrayal of her beauty, the dawning of old age and ultimately, the tidings of death, then consider me a criminal in the first degree. And if these tears are interpreted by you as the crocodile variety, then I command you cast your cynical eye on the birth certificate I keep framed next to the marriage certificate of me and my dear deceased husband on the side of the bed that he would be inhabiting. If it weren't for the minor detail of his brutal murder in this very home only a year ago today. Here. I sincerely hope that you enjoy the read. Bugger. Tatiana! I'm looking for Honey, have you seen her? Honey, Honey! I'm positive it's the exact one. Agreed. The very moment he stepped foot on stage, I too was convinced. Quick, he's coming to. Look busy, chaps. Mr. Conick. Mr. Werner. Commissioner. Rise and shine, Shoerope. Whatever's going on? We're in the kitchen. Yes, yes, I see that. Why am I tied up? Gentlemen, is this a game? You're in deep, Shoerope. She likes you, a mystery as to why but it is so. What, who? Honey. And what of it? She spreads her affection rather thin. With affection comes a weakness, trust. Trust? Trust. We want you to do something for us, something vital for our cause. Kidnapping and then roping me to a chair is a curious approach when asking a favor. I rather enjoyed roping a certain Inspector Shoerope. It is no favor and you will be heavily rewarded. Financially. Get Honey into this kitchen before the evening is out. Excuse me? Bring her in, that's it, and that's all. Forgive my hesitation gentlemen but this is most suspicious. Oh, just do it. Are you barmy? Wait. The kitchen. Wait, it can't really be. Honey's husband, a year ago? Eureka. You brutes, you murderers! Commissioner, you traitor! It's business, Shoerope. Congratulations, and welcome aboard. Business my left foot, you're criminals. We are all serving the great Mein Fuhrer and you too are now under his splendid command. You're under arrest. Commissioner it's not too late, get them! The only one getting got is Honey, tonight, in this very room. Why are you doing such a thing? Money, Inspector Shoerope. You animals. We dispatched of Honey's husband a year ago intending for to obtain this marvelous property. The old fool wouldn't sell, you see, but upon the owner's death, the title of the estate rightfully returns to my family. I then can purchase it from the Conicks on behalf of Mein Fuhrer. An idyllic rural stronghold. And after our mighty German invasion of your British Isles, this home will serve as our perfect United Kingdom headquarters. Invasion? A great war is looming, Inspector Shoerope. Long live the Fatherland, yah? This is insanity. An act of complete sanity, I assure you. Only that Honey's husband, the shrewd nitwit he was, secretly registered the title of the estate in Honey's name, and our perfectly orchestrated murder a year ago came to nothing. There are many estates like it, purchase another. This is the finest property in England. You won't find any better. And Mein Fuhrer only wants the best. And Commissioner, you've been an accomplice all along, perverting the course of justice as only a commissioner can? A man is capable of anything for the right figure, as you'll soon discover. How can you live with yourself? The Germans are brewing a second world war and you're in aid in the inevitable demise of our country, if not the entire globe. War is an economic tool and I mean for to be a key craftsman. I won't do it. Out of the question. There is no question. None at all. You haven't the liberty of choice. When I was a young girl doing the learning of the birds and of the bees, I had to educate a boy, Jean Paul. How I loved Jean Paul. I gave him everything. I gave him all my hopes and all my smiles and all my dreams. And he in return gave me everything, too. A summer of passion, beautiful passion. When the weather fell cold and the autumn arrived, I traveled to Paris, avec my darling mother, to purchase a jacket. I was feeling quite chilly in the farm, you see. The first jacket I tried on fitted perfectly, my body. It was tight on the waist and smooth on my derrire, voila! When we returned home some hours early, see Jean Paul wasn't really used to seeing me wear a lot of clothes. So I ran to his house, wearing the jacket I want him to see because it looks so pretty. I climb the stairs, I tiptoe to the door of his bedroom and I pushed it slowly open. And more open, and more open, and there was my JP. And just like you, at this moment, he was in the ropes, and just like you, at this moment, he was with three men. But naked was my JP and naked was them all. So before you become naked, I'll say what I said to my dear JP, what is wrong with women? Thank you for the milk, au revoir. Bang! What a perfect imbecile was JP. Don't be an imbecile too, Shoerope. Get Honey into this kitchen. It had to be you It had to be you I wandered around And finally found That somebody who Could make me be true Could make me feel blue And even be glad Just to be sad Thinking of you Some others I've seen Might never be mean I'm fulled to the brim with apologies, Honey. Can you forgive me? Any woman worth her salt can find forgiveness in her heart. And I wish you the happiest of birthdays. In fact I should very much like to give you a gift. How exciting. A most treasured present. Go on. Well, it appears a considerably scandalous scent still lingers. Yes. The trailing of said scent has led me to one place. Where's that? The kitchen. I have previously informed you that the murder took place in that very room, have I not? You have. And so it is my conclusion that the kitchen is where I must be at the precise moment of the anniversary of your husband's death. You must do whatever is required to solve the crime, the success of which would without doubt be a thrilling gift to unwrap. If I'm right in assuming it's of that nature? Of course. The bestowing excites me to my very core. This gift however does necessitate your involvement. Aside from my receiving it, I can't fathom what you mean. I should like, you see, for you to accompany me. Excuse me? This is the final piece of the puzzle, and you, the facilitator of the picture we're piecing together, need to be present upon placing that defining segment. Release me. Honey. I refuse to entertain such a gross idea. Honey! Allow me to explain. Remove your presumptuous hands from me. The very truly last thing anyone would have me do in this fucking world is precisely what you requested. Wild horses couldn't drag me near. In matters solving a murder mystery, one must go to extreme lengths. Of that I'm not aware, look around at my efforts. So don't jeopardize reaping their rewards. Honey, look at me. I refuse to share your foolhardy glance. Trust my professional judgment. My trust in you is on tenterhooks. You've doubted numerous pieces of information I've offered you, including the intimate details of my date of birth. I can only apologize. Oh, fuck your apology! What is it you would have me do? It's not uncommon for the murderer to revisit the scene of their crime. I shall murder the murderer myself if that's the case. Allow me to take charge of their comeuppance. Then my contribution is what? I believe the criminal may have set their sights upon you. Me? You're directly in their cross-hairs, I believe. So I'm your fucking bait. Do you trust me? Do you? If we neglect this final ray of light that shines upon the mystery, the truth may forever remain in the dark. I shall make sure no ill will come of it, it will pass as a fleeting moment. By my side? With proximity we share right this second. Very well. No, no, no you fool! Disgrace to the Fatherland! Too much? We are not pirates! You're meant to stab the woman, not scare her like a schoolboy! Simply jump in and quietly and quickly, stick it in. Try again. Why must it be me? I'm certainly not doing your dirty work. I had my fun last year, taking a life is good for you, it'll give you a real zest for your own. Yah, one more time. Fine, tell me when. The door is opening, she take two steps forward. And now! Yah! Yah, there you go, very good. Huzzah. What if it's him on this side instead? He'll go down easy, then move on to her. I have no respect for Shoerope's wellbeing. Good. Switch off the lights and let's assume positions. Positions. Coo-ey? Hello? Mr. Conick are you in here? Mr. Conick? Tatiana! Oh, I knew it, you rascal you. What is she doing? Hello gentlemen, what a lovely surprise. - Get her out. - Right away! Excuse me? Tatiana you must leave. I am no dog to be ordered around. Bugger off! I'm not going anywhere thank you very much, and I'm certainly not leaving until I get an apology for such impolite and unwelcoming behavior. You are not welcome, hence the behavior, out! This is the 20th century sir, show some respect. I'll find you later, Tatiana you must leave. Just one little bump you scoundrel. Sod off, will you? Don't be so rude! Out! How dare you. Bugger off! Enough! Here, here, here, quickly. Here. Well, at least there's one person present generous of spirit. Thank you, Mr. Conick. Ooh! I'll have a quickie. Oh! Bang, bang! - Oh! - Oh, indeed. Oh, double bang! Oh, go on then. A little bump won't hurt. Huzzah! Wunderbar! Oh bang! Oh! - Huzzah! - Wunderbar! Bang! I have a one track mind Figure I dream about you every night Picturing your face Well, here we are. There's one more detail Honey. A final request. Yes? What is it? East side I'm running away East side I'm running away oh East side I'm running away East side I'm running away oh You west end clubs got nothing to say Yeah a three-day bender such an unholy thing West you're dead Must be my savior Crucify me on the pavement And I drink at night And the mornings take their toll But it's better than feeling fine Cause at least when I'm hungover You are off my mind That beats me being sober lying awake at night Where my head starts to play tricks That's where it's crossed my mind You've found another boy to keep you warm at night Well if you have a hope that he does treat you right Cause when you are with me you know how hard I try Oh girl I loved you like no other I would give my life Oh I'd give my life East side I'm running away East side I'm running away oh East side I'm running away East side I'm running away oh Mr. Wayne, Honey! Honey, Mr. Wayne? Positions, quick! Oh, this is fun, you're it! Freeze! Yay, freeze, stuck in the mud. Mr. Wayne, what are you doing? Shoerope you fool, what do you think you're up to? You're under arrest. Who's Shoerope? Don't be daft, put the gun down. Not so fast Inspector Shoerope. Inspector? Will somebody please tell me what on earth is happening? Surprise Honey, get behind me gentleman. And what about me? Damned if I care. Behind me Tatiana. So Inspector Shoerope, you are an imbecile after all, just like little French Jean Paul. These are my terms. You will lay down your weapon and step aside, leaving Honey in plain of sight to receive my lethal bullet. What? Give up Mr. Werner, your scheme is over. Quite the contrary, my scheme is thriving. We have no hesitation in laying a trail of discrete deaths to possess this home. Oh God, no. The more bodies, the greater the crime. How foolish are you, young Tommy. Wait! Inspector Shoerope will step aside, allowing you to do with me what you will, so long as you permit an ultimate desire. Honey, I don't... A moment. Specify said desire. Before you end my life, blowing me into the heavens where I may spend eternity with my beloved, permit me one last moment of sordid, earthly lust. Continue. My dying wish. Your lips upon mine. Honey? You naughty girl. - Huzzah. - Bang! Silence you fools! Come again Honeysuckle? Your lips, Mein Fuhrer. Once more? Mein Fuhrer. Step aside, Inspector Shoerope. Honey? Thank you Inspector Shoerope. Step aside! It will be my life's great tragedy having to rid you of yours. I hate to bring tragedy upon a being for whom I possess such passion. My hand, although held before, longs to be clutched. Does it? Endless evenings in each other's embrace. This home will become yours in holy matrimony. It would? Warm bed, soft skin. But first, kiss and mend my brokenhearted lips so I may utter the crucial word in response to your fateful question with wholesome sincerity. We shall kiss but know this, I haven't the penchant nor the aptitude to take your soiled hand. War is now my mistress and my bride. Then let me be your fucking bitch. Fuck, fuck, we did it. We did what? Why is everyone wanting to kill each other? Do you love Mr. Werner, does Mr. Werner love you? Why, why, what just happened? 364 days of exhaustive preparation going precisely to plan is exactly what happened, my darling Tatiana. You knew, you knew of their mischievous scheme all along. I had my suspicions as soon as I discovered this home was Honey's own. You see my darling deceased husband grew so stubborn in his old age, and though I imagined he never thought it would lead to his ultimate decline, his signing our home solely into my fucking name was rather foreboding. And you never thought to inform me? Oh, I wanted to, so dearly I really, really did but I had to be sure. I had to allow our plan to complete. I thought you had left me, that you were going to betray me and let them kill me. Then you proposed that costume switch in the corridor and I knew we were good. I've been your pawn this entire evening. You've been my knight and now your queen desires her agreed moment of passion. So, you're not Mr. Wayne? No Tatiana. Oh, what about me? What about you? What do I do? That's it for the party until next year my darling. Honey? Honey? Yes? Come and have a look. It was here we first met. Brilliant, you're the perfect size. Well, aren't we the crime-busting pair? We've only saved the world and solved the murder-mystery. However will I thank you? You already have. Really, and how, pray tell, have I? There is something I haven't quite managed to grasp, despite the revealing light of day. Yes? Did you really intend to share a Hallow's Eve treat with Commissioner? There is but a simple rule to success, never reveal your secrets. But with those who vow to keep them. Of course I didn't darling. Due to our not seeing eye to eye over the past year, I assumed Commissioner would try swaying you to his corrupted side by questioning my integrity, so I quickly assembled a bizarre scenario to cast doubt over the puzzle he assembled to bury justice. So, Commissioner was truly lamenting losing the costume contest when I spied you both whispering? A savage competitive streak possess the fucker. My treats are for you, and you alone. Although, there was another purpose for my little white lie. Yes? I wanted to make you a tiny bit, just a touch, jealous. That's quite a sting you've sprung upon me. With the sting comes the sweet, Inspector Shoerope. After all, bees make honey. Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and'a the law won I fought the law and'a the law won I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and'a the law won I fought the law and'a the law won I fought the law and'a the law won I fought the law and'a the law won I fought the law and'a Are you ready for this one? Yeah? Oh baby You are everything to me Can't you see I would take the stars out of the sky for you Stop the rain from falling if you ask me to I'd do anything for you Your wish is my command I could move a mountain when your hand is in my hand Words can not express how much you mean to me There must be some other way to make you see If it takes my heart and soul You know I'll pay the price Everything that I possess I'd gladly sacrifice Oh you to me are everything The sweetest song that I can sing Oh baby Oh baby To you I guess I'm just a clown Who picks you up each time you're down Oh baby Oh baby You give me just a taste of love To build my hopes upon You know you've got the power girl To keep me holding on So now you've got the best of me Come on and take the rest of me Oh baby Yeah Oh baby Though you're close to me we seem so far apart Maybe given time you'll have a change of heart If it takes forever girl then I'm prepared to wait The day you give your love to me won't be a day too late Oh you to me are everything The sweetest song that I can sing Oh baby Oh baby To you I guess I'm just a clown Who picks you up each time you're down Oh baby Oh baby You give me just a taste of love To build my hopes upon You know you've got the power girl To keep me holding on So now you've got the best of me Come on and take the rest of me oh baby Yeah. Oh baby OK, what we want everybody to do is to sing along with the chorus, can you do that? Yeah! Can you do that? One, two, sing it! You to me are everything The sweetest song that I can sing Oh baby Oh baby Yeah You to me are everything The sweetest song that I can sing Oh baby Oh baby Let's sing it to the music, come on! You give me just a taste of love To build my hopes upon You know you've got the power girl To keep me holding on So now you've got the best of me Come on and take the rest of me Oh baby You to me are everything The sweetest song that I can sing Oh baby Oh baby You to me are everything The sweetest song that I can sing Oh baby Oh baby You to me are everything The sweetest song that I can sing Oh baby Oh baby You to me are everything The sweetest song that I can sing Oh baby oh baby Oh baby oh baby You to me are everything The sweetest song that I can sing Oh baby Come on! Oh baby Yeah. You to me are everything The sweetest song that I can sing Oh baby Oh baby Thank you, goodnight. |
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