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I was more baffled than ever,
so I played a hunch.
Hans, may I see your fingernails?
( German accent ): Why?
They seem a bit ragged for a butler.
All right, all right, I'm not what I appear.
None of us is.
I'm not a butler.
I'm not even...
( no accent ): German.
( organ music plays )
Sit down, Inspector.
You're about to hear a fascinating tale.
Each of us
holds a piece of the puzzle
to relate to you.
When we've finished,
you'll know
the full dark secret
of Nightmare Inn.
Are you sore we sould, Hans?
Be quiet, Mother.
( chilling organ plays )
Mother and I moved here
when I was a small boy,
after the tragic death
of my father.
I kept the pain of that loss
buried deep within me
like a serpent coiled within a damp cave.
Okay, that's it. Never mind all that.
I'm just going to take this gun off the table.
( gunshot )
Sorry about that, O'Toole.
Guess we'll never hear your fascinating piece of the puzzle.
( gunshots )
Or yours, Kragen and Peppo.
Could the McCallister sisters stand back-to-back?
I'm short on bullets.
Thank you. What was your name again, dear?
Miss Thorndyke.
Thank you.
Ah, and also Mr. Wing.
( bells ring )
And, of course, one final bullet for myself.
So the mystery will die with me.
Ha.