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Ms. Polly: What was that?

Mr. Polk: Oh, it was nothing but a trifle of thunder, nothing to worry about.

Maid: but why should that make the lights go out?

Mr. Polk: Why, it’s only a surge in the ‘lectric is all.

Mrs. Polk: Anyone else? It’s an old family recipe passed down from my great, great, grandmother who worked in the kings kitchen. Everyone says they’re to die for!

Mr. Polk: You’re right about that, love.

Maid: Oh, my!

Mr. Polk: Blimey!

Mrs. Polk: of course, he is. Mr. Black can be the most useless knob sometimes. Honestly, I don’t know why we still have him for tea.

Mr. Polk: No. she’s absolutely right, Margaret. If I may say so, it looks as if he’s...dead.

Gertrude: Dead?

Mr. Polk: Yes. He’s dead all right. Entirely and completely.

Maid: oh my!

Mr. Polk: good old Mr. Black. The poor sap! (Pull fire poker from chest)

Mrs. Polk: Oh, Frederick! No! Don’t do that!

Mr Polk: why not?

Maid: she’s right. But, if it is our fire poker, then that means someone...

Mr. Polk: Yes. Someone.

Mrs. Polk: How dare you say such a thing! No one in this room is capable of commiting such a horrendous act. Not against Mr. Black, our dear old friend. Just how could you suggest...and to think we invited you over for afternoon tea!

Mr. Polk: No. she’s spot on sweetums. I think we all know that fire pokers don’t just hurl themselves into people’s chests. One of us is responsible...I mean surely, someone had to have done it......one. Of. Us. Must. Be. Responsible!

Holly: And we’re waiting for it. What else are we supposed to do? The cue is on Richards line when he says-

Richard: One of us is responsible. (Doorbell) There it is!

Gertrude: Aw. But it would be so cool!

Richard: Speaking of that, Brett May I make a suggestion...

Brett: No.

Richard: Well, I was just going to say that perhaps Susan could act as the backup doorbell.

Brett: No

Richard: You know, play a couple notes that sound like a chime.

Susan: Sure. I could do that. (Plays)

Richard: Er, something like that. Just in case.

Brett: No

Richard: That way, we wouldn’t have to worry about it.

Brett: No.

Richard: I mean we all know that her playing needs a little work.

Sandy: Oh. Thanks.

Richard: I’m only suggesting that-

Brett: No, Richard.

Richard: Okay, here’s another idea.

Brett: No.

Richard: what if Gary were to just knock at the door

Brett: No.

Richard: I mean he’s standing there ready to enter anyway.

Brett: No.

Richard: And all we need is a signal before his entrance.

Brett: No.

Richard: all I’m saying is that if he could just-

Brett: No! Please tell me again, Richard, what is your role in this play, Richard?

Richard: I’m playing Mr. Polk

Brett: No.

Richard: Frederick Polk?

Brett: not what is your role, but what is your role?

Richard: I’m...Playing...(lost)

Brett: Right. And I’m the director. So...you do the acting and I’ll do the directing. Okay, Richard?

Richard: But I was thinking-

Brett: No. Don’t think. Just act. I’ll do all the thinking. Capisce?

Richard: All right.

Tom: Okay. Cool. Thanks. Just, uh, at least let me know if there’s a snack break.

Mr Polk: One of us must be responsible.

Inspector Bradshaw: Yes. as a matter of fact, I was just on my way back there when I heard the disturbance. Is everything okay here?

Mr. Polk: No. In fact your timing is impeccable, inspector. It seems that we may have been witness to... a murder.

Inspector Bradshaw: And your certain it was murder?

Mr. Black: Yes, sir.

Inspector Bradshaw: Let me see the murder weapon.

Mr. Polk: Of course. It’s, um, right there in Mr. Blacks chest, exactly where we found it. We didn’t disturb the crime scene at all. Everyone knows you don’t disturb the scene of the crime.

Inspector Bradshaw: Precisely.

Mr. Polk: Very well. We can do that can’t we? Um, all of us were present you see, and, er, Margaret was just serving tea.

Gertrude: No. They were just really good.

Mr. Polk: And who said anything about poison anyway. Are you accusing my wife of...Murder?

Mrs. Polly: mr. black began a conversation about billiards. Mr. Polk is a fine billiards player, so naturally Mr. black asked him about his game. He said how was your billiards game lately Mr. Polk?

Mr. Polk: and I said, just dandy Mr. black care for a round after tea?

Maid: i’ll just go set up the table I said, but then Mr. black said no no! Mr. Polk I’d love to take a stab at it and play a game or two but you’ve always bested me and I’m certain I’ll never defeat you.

Mr. Polk: why is that, Mr. black? Surely you’ve improved since we last played. It’s been years!

Maid: and then Mr. black said, no I’m afraid I haven’t at all. It seems I still haven’t quite mastered the break.

Mr. Polk: oh pish posh! It’s nothing really. All you have to do is put a bit more English on it!

Inspector Bradshaw: I see, I see. So you were challenging him?

Mr. Polk: only to a friendly game of pool.

Inspector Bradshaw: is that pool with a capital P, witch rhymes with T?

Mr. Polk: what?

Inspector Bradshaw: no no. Just trying to understand what happened here tonight. What was it you said to him again?

Mr. Polk: I said all you have to do is put a bit more English on it.

Brett: it would be if you’d stick to the script!

Richard: we are. Everything has been exactly by the book. It’s the thunder and doorbells and blackouts that are out of place.

Erica: Yes.

Richard: we thought the crew was just replaying the cue from earlier when Mr. black dies.

Brett: Gary!

Richard: you’re clearly not getting through to him like that. Let me handle this.

Brett: Richard, I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m the director. I am the one that handles things!

Richard: Gary. Gary? Oh, no. This is awful! I think he might actually be...

Susan: what?

Richard: ...dead.

Misty: but we open tomorrow night! Oh, this is terrible!

Richard: but how?

Brett: fine. I’ll...think of something else.

Richard: in the meantime, what do we do about this?

Mr black: how is your billiards game lately, Mr. Polk?

Mr. Polk: just dandy Mr. black care for a round after tea?

Mr. Black: no no! Mr. Polk, I’d love to take a stab at it and play a game or two, but you’ve always bested me and I’m certain I’ll never defeat you.

Mr. Polk: why is that, Mr. black? Surely you’ve improved since we last played. It’s been years!

Mr. Black: no. I’m afraid I haven’t at all. It seems I still haven’t quite mastered the break.

Mr. Polk: oh pish posh! It’s nothing, really. All you have to do is put a bit more English on it!

(Blackout) (then lights up)

Richard: and when the lights came up, Mr. black was dead.

Holly: you mean Gary.

Richard: no. I mean...I’m so confused.

Misty: how can this be happening? First, Gary is murdered and now an officer is killed, and Brett’s being hauled off to prison! How will we ever open?

Richard: Don’t worry. We’re not opening after this.

Inspector Fuller: no one’s going anywhere or doing anything until I have all the facts straight! You. Have a seat in the front row and don’t move. You all need to tell me exactly what happened just before inspector wright was killed.

Richard: we can do more than tell you, officer. We can show you.

Scarlet: but we’ve done this scene three times already!

Richard: excuse us a moment. (Aside) do you want to go to jail?

Scarlet: no.

Richard: you’ve seen she means business. Just do the scene again like the inspector asks.

Scarlet: fine.

Richard: very well. Everyone’s ready.

Scarlet: now there’s a surprise! He finally admits he doesn’t know something!

Richard: shouldn’t we, you know, drag him into the wings or something?

Holly: oh right. Tom!

Richard: but he’s-

Repeated scene just say lines

Repeat

Misty: how could this keep happening?

Richard: and in exactly the same way?

Misty: what do you mean?

Richard: I mean...every murder is connected. They’re all inspectors. Every person killed tonight is an inspector.

Scarlet: well...played one in the play.

Richard: she’s right. And, each victim was murdered in the same fashion. Stabbed with a fire poker.

Brett: how can we cut the music? Susan hasn’t been at her keyboard for any of the last three murders.

Richard: and yet the music plays on.

Erica: seriously, you guys? Are we seriously point fingers at Susan, the tone deaf accompanist who is doing her very best to provide us with all the cheesy mood music?

Richard: well, who else could have done it?

Scarlet: yeah. How on earth did we end up with four dead bodies with fire pokers in their chests?

Richard: three. Tom’s not dead. You mean three.

Scarlet: three dead bodies and one actor who’s playing a dead body with fire pokers in their chests?

Richard: but no one did anything to Tom. You just mean three.

Holly: but she’s right. We shouldn’t be the ones pointing fingers or growing suspicious of one another. Someone else needs to figure this out for us.

Richard: then who?

Brett: no.

Richard: are you saying no just because I suggested it, or because you really don’t think we should?

Brett: I’ve got it!

Others: not Erica!

Brett: and they always seem to be able to recognize the killer before anyone else does.

All: who?!

Brett: the critics! Well invite a theatre critic!

All: Brett, can I think now cause that sounds bad.

Brett: because the news story won’t be about how terrible our show is. The story will be about the murder that happened at the murder mystery Playhouse. After reading a story like that, everyone will want to come!

Richard: you know, I think he’s onto something there. And you’re right Brett. Theater critics always seem to unravel the pot before anyone else does. They might actually be able to tell us why the inspectors keep dying.

Brett: exactly.

Richard: but what if I’m wrong? What if it’s not just the inspectors who are being murdered? What if it’s just a coincidence that they’re all cops?

Susan: oh. I could have sworn he looked familiar.

Richard: you’re probably just mistaking him for Tom.

Adele: oh, but it looks as if I’ve missed a lot. I’ve already missed three characters getting the ax!

Richard: those are fire pokers actually.

Sandy: how is your billiards game lately, daddy?

Mr. Polk: just dandy, er, Gertrude. Care for a round after tea?

Gertrude: no no! I’d love to take a stab at it and play a game or two, but your voice message me daddy, and I’m certain I’ll never defeat you.

Mr. Polk: why is that… Gertrude? Surely you’ve improved since we last played. It’s been years! Or months, I suppose

Gertrude: no. I’m afraid I haven’t at all. It seems I still haven’t quite mastered the break.

Mr. Polk: oh pish posh! That’s a terrible way to think about it. I mean, you really shouldn’t say that, Gertrude… My precious, dear little girl. You’re good. You’re really really good. And it’s important that you believe in yourself. I mean if anyone believes in you it should be your old man, your father, you know? I know you can do it.

Brett: Yes

Richard: because it seems strange to leave him lying here like this.

Holly: get on with it.

Mr. Polk: I mean, breaking a rack of billiard balls is nothing, really all you have to do is put a bit more English on it!

Erica: oh. Seriously?

Richard: huh. That was unexpected!

Scarlet: not me.

Richard: hmmm...you don’t think...

Holly: it’s always weird and different with us, honey.

Richard: well, the scene was a bit off that time around since Tom wasn’t playing Mr. black.

Sandy: oh! A curse! So what, like, the play is cursed or something or- oh did someone say Mac-

All: NO

Brett: well, now we’re really cursed.

Richard: but maybe she’s on to something. It’s possible there could be a murder in our midst, but maybe, just maybe, what we’re really experiencing is some sort of strange time loop.

Sandy: ooh! Like in Groundhog Day?

Richard: precisely!

Scarlet: no Richard. You just think that were in a time loop because we keep doing the scene over and over again.

Richard: I mean, don’t you think it’s strange that every time we replay the scene, the lights go out for no reason and someone ends up stabbed with a fire poker? What murder has access to so many fire pokers? We only have one on set at the top of the show right?

Erica: right.

Richard: and that ends up in Mr. Black for the rest of the play. Where are all the others coming from? And it’s not storming. It wasn’t storming when you went out, was it Susan?

Tom: sorry. I didn’t think you’d miss me. I’ll just be over here. Don’t forget to wake me up before you all leave.

Richard: Tom?

Scarlet: it didn’t bother you that Tom has been lying here all this time.

Richard: but that’s because it’s Tom, and he’s playing Mr. black, who is dead.

Tom: yeah?

Richard: before you drift off again, could you tell us if there is a storm outside?

Tom: no. It’s nice out. Perfect weather for eating tacos on the side of the road!

Richard: thank you Tom. So it isn’t storming and the lights shouldn’t be going out unless there’s a technical problem.

Erica: there’s not. It’s been checked and double checked.

Richard: and that awful music keeps playing from out of nowhere. Susan clearly isn’t playing it. No, I don’t think this is murder. This is something far more… Dreadful.

Erica: inspector fuller thought Brett killed inspector right who was here to investigate the death of Gary who’s playing Inspector Bradshaw when they ended up dead themselves Brett thought we should have a Adele Sears give us her opinion but then she ended up dead too

Richard: and all of them with fire pokers.

Brian D Taylor: yes I can see that.

Richard: don’t you find that odd?

Brian D Taylor: no. Not really. I’ve written stranger things.

Richard: what?

(Replay the scene)

Replay

Brett: the show isn’t over, Holly. We have to go on.

Others: what?!

Susan: its all right here. It’s in the book. The murder is dead.

Richard: aha! I knew it!

Scarlet: no it’s not. The script is titled the murder mystery at the murder mystery. That’s not the play were rehearsing.

Richard: no. But it is The play were performing in at this very moment.

Brett: well just re-count the facts. I mean, we’re a murder mystery Playhouse, after all. Surely we all know how this works.

Richard: he’s right. We should try to remember exactly what happened when the lights went out.

Others: what?

Richard: I knew something weird was going on! And this explains everything!

Misty: how so?

Richard: I thought something was odd when Brian said hed written stranger things. He said it off-the-cuff, but what he meant was that he’d actually written Stranger Things.

Brett: I don’t follow

Richard: he meant it literally, that he’d written stranger things than this very play that we’re all in.

Sandy: putting a little English on it?

Richard: no. This play, the murder mystery at the murder mystery! Think about it… The music cues being off, the weak red herrings, the endless fire pokers, Mistys one dimensional personality…

Misty: what?

Richard: ... The terrible British accents we’ve all been using during the play.

Erica: what are you suggesting Richard?

Richard: i’m saying that it doesn’t add up. This isn’t reality. And we, of all people, should be able to recognize that. We are actors after all.

Sandy: so this whole thing, the murders, the curse, the fire pokers… It’s all…

Richard: (after music) yes! It’s all scripted! We’re all characters in a play!

Brett: no.

Richard: Yes! It’s the only exclamation!

Misty: so you’re saying that none of this is real?

Richard: yes! I mean, you’re right. This is all just a show. It’s all right here. Listen… Tom: you know… It’s getting kind a late. Are we going to keep going this time around? Holly: no. Tom we’re done. the shows over. Tom: what? Holly: the show is over. The playwrights been murdered.

Tom: woah déjà vu man!

Richard: exactly!

Holly: she’s right Brett. This isn’t just taking place on the stage. This isn’t just a play anymore. (Piano music)

Richard: where did she go?

Sandy: because that’s what Tom and Holly said just a minute ago when Brian died.

Richard: exactly! Those were their lines from just after he killed him self off!

Holly: oh, Richard! Don’t say it like that. It’s...morbid

Richard: see? More strange music. It’s the truth! Where all characters in this play.

Misty: then, you mean… we’re all someone else?

Richard: Yes. You’re being played by an actor.

Erica: but not that you we all know cause that’s all an act.

Richard: she’s right. Since we are all characters, we can never break character. So there’s no way of really knowing who we are until the play is over.

Scarlet: oh, I better be played by someone fabulous. Like me!

Richard: I wouldn’t worry about that. What’s important is that we’re safe. No one else is going to be murdered tonight. If we can just finish-

Brian D Taylor: I said, hand over the manuscript!

Richard: no.

Brian D Taylor: i’m the playwright. I created you. You must do what I say.

Richard: no. I don’t actually. I just had to do what’s written. As do you. I am not handing the script over.

Brian D. Taylor: no.

Mr. Polk: just dandy Mr. black care for round after tea?

Brian D. Taylor: end scene!

Mr. Polk: why is that Mr. Black surely you’ve improved since we last played it’s been years!

Brian d Taylor: stop it! Lights! Curtain!

Mr. Polk: oh pish posh!

Misty: Sorry. It’s just that it’s still so...dreadful!

Richard: but can you tell us whodunit?!

Brian d Taylor: don’t you dare!

Holl

Brett: say it Richard say it!

Richard: all you have to do is put a bit more English on it!

Holly: he’s a victim of his own doing.

Richard: he can’t harm us now.

Misty: are you sure about that?

Richard: well no. Not entirely but pretty sure. I mean you saw how he tried to stop us when we replayed the scene. He knew exactly what would happen.

Erica: no no. Just trying to understand what happened here tonight. What was it that you said to him again?

Mr. Polk: I said all you have to do is put a bit more English on it.

Brett: right. Wake him up.

Richard: is that the scene that we’re doing? Maybe I’m confused, but I thought we-

Brett: Richard. What have I said?

Richard: but I thought Tom was-