In the dark, the murderer ran across the hall to the study,
picked up the rope and the lead pipe,
ran to the billiard room,
strangled Yvette.
Ran to the library, hit the cop on the head with the lead pipe.
Then, coming out of the library, the doorbell rang. It was a singing telegram.
The murderer picked up the gun where Yvette dropped it,
ran to the door, opened it,
recognized the girl from her photograph, shot her,
and then ran back to the cellar.
- The cellar! - Yes.
But Colonel Mustard wasn't in the cellar.
No, but you were.
So?
You murdered them all.
You were the person who was missing
when the cook and Mr. Boddy were murdered,
and the cook used to be your cook.
Don't you remember your fatal mistake?
You told us at dinner
that we were eating one of your favorite recipes,
and monkey's brains, though popular in Cantonese cuisine,
are not often to be found in Washington, D.C.
Is that what we ate?
Why would I have murdered all the others?
Obviously, in case Mr. Boddy had told them about you.
So this all had nothing to do with the disappearing nuclear physicist
and Colonel Mustard's work on the new fusion bomb.
No. Communism was just a red herring.
Mrs. Peacock did it all.
There's no proof.
Well, the gun is missing.
Gentlemen, turn out your pockets.
Ladies, empty your purses.
Whoever has the gun
- is the murderer. - Very well.
What do you propose to do about it?
Nothing.
- Nothing? - Nothing at all.
I don't approve of murder,
but it seems to me you've done the world a public service
by ridding it of an appalling blackmailer and his disgusting informers.
But the police will be here any minute. What happens then?
Why should the police come?
Nobody's called them.
- You mean... - That's right.
Now I suggest that we stack the bodies in the cellar,
lock it, leave quietly one at a time,
and pretend that none of this has ever happened.
Great idea.
I'll leave first, if you don't mind.
Be my guest.
In fact, I think we all owe you a vote of thanks.
For she's a jolly good fellow
Which nobody can deny
For she's a jolly good fellow
For she's a jolly...
I told you I didn't do it.
What if the authorities find out what happened?
The FBI will take care of that.
- You mean... - My call from Mr. Hoover.
I work for him of course.
How else could I have known everything about you all?
There's still one thing I don't understand.
One thing?
Who was Mrs. Peacock taking bribes from?
A foreign power.
Her husband, the senator, has influence over defense contracts.
Is there gonna be a cover-up?
Isn't that in the public interest? What could be gained by exposure?
Does the FBI have a habit of cleaning up after multiple murder?
Yes. Why do you think it's run by a man called Hoover?
Oh, Mrs. Peacock.
How did you know my name?
The kingdom of heaven is at hand.
Okay, take her away.
Take your hands off me!
I'm a senator's wife!
Wadsworth, we got her.
You see, it's like the Mounties.
We always get our man.
Mrs. Peacock was a man?
Would anyone care for fruit or dessert?