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"I hear der be mo' mafia up in Sinclair. I think it time that somebody do som' bout dat. It what Badgahman woulda wanted." Thadius gets that look...
"Clara..." Thadius hangs his head. "So what now, Coraline? I mean, we're alive, but look at all that happened. How do you go on after something like this?"
Thadius fluster-blushes at le Femme Fatale.
"I'd say the same of our last mafia, Clara too."
"Aw hell, ain't nobody ever called me dear. I ain't been a nice guy in all my life, but I ain't no Mafia. We can survive this and warn others." Thadius sighs.
"Hell, I don't wanna be in my shoes right now." Thadius admits, time coming closer to its end.
"Don't look at me. I wish I was." Thadius looks at Coraline, "Wait, you're the Chicken!" His mouth drops at Coraline, "You gotta make the right choice or we're both doomed!"
"What!? How could you? After all I did! Unless..."
Shhh, quiet Hamish. You're dead. :P
"He jus' confirmed my suspicion 'bout Dan and Hamish, is all. He trusted me, must'a done his homework. Tol' me ta go wit my gut feelin'."
"Aw, hell. This ain't so easy. I gotta go with what I think, 'dough. I also be votin' Tina." Thadius shakes his head, "I sorry if'n you ain't, cheri, but we can't just wait t' die."
"Talkin' itself don't mean much, but it how a-body talk dat the problem. Tina change, that suspicious. That why I suggest she defend herself." Thadius explains, then looks at Coraline, "Clarence jump da gun, but we are comin' down to the wire, ain't we?"
"Hard not tah, when Dan and Hamish twer so clearly Mafia. Dey was the most troublesome, Boss and his Butchah. Now we gotta find them other guys. Really, I guess gals. That too bad." Thadius rolls his eyes toward Tina. "Say, Tina, how come you suddenly all out an' talkative when you was so squirmy before?"
"So at leas' one mafia voted last time?" Thadius shakes his head at Coraline's words, "Stab each othah in dah back too. Cold."
"Everyone but Getika voted for Dan. That means at least one mafia voted for him." "Dey see which way da win' blowin' now. They gon' be sneaky. Without Jin, we gon' have to be careful."
"How!? Damn, who got that wire? Where it come from!?"
"See? Now he's sayin' I tried to tell Clarence to kill you. I whisper' to Clarence, but t'ink about that vote. How it turn out, mon amis? Clarence aftah me then, because Dan and Hamish were whisperin' to him too. Dan, you only incriminate yourself further." Thadius shakes his head.
"Not votin' ain't gonna mean much so long as the Patron du Crime is around, and we know who that is..." Thadius lets it sink in. "Dan is the crime boss, our greatest nemesis."
"Late on your vote last time. Waitin' to the las' second to try n' pluck me out. Why you vote for me last time? Huh? What'd they say to you to make you suspect me despite the fact that Hamish was on me so hard and it turned out he's the butcher. Puts som' mighty big 'spicion on you, hon. At this point, you need to be provin' you ain't Mafia instead of turnin' things 'round." Thadius counters.
"You whisper a lot, Dan." Thadius arches his eyebrow at the fake baker, "You playin' games and it costin' lives. You ain't foolin' nobody no more."
"I ain't done nothin' ta Clarence. Ya'll kept whisperin' ta him, you n' Hamish bof'. You said nasty words, words in private that you wouldn't speak in public because ya'll afraid. You should be afraid, cuz we know who you is." Thadius turns, filling the town hall with his voice as he speaks to all but at Dan. "You played Clarence for a fool, but we know he was a good man. You tried to push us against one another, made a good man try to sully my name and you killed so many others, but ya'll failed, Patron de Crime. I hope God have mercy on yo' soul, 'cuz da General, da Duke, Willard, n' Geoffrey gon' have none for ya."
"The two who claimed to be detectives, Hamish and Jin, naturally cancel one another out. Hamish was the butcher, nobody else has claimed to be a detective, and Jin's word against Hamish was right. He said that Dan is the Crime Boss, and I figured that out without his help. He only confirmed my already deep suspicion. We can count on Jin's word." Thadius suggests.
"It t'uh way he act, just like the way ya'll act. I's suspectin' you might be mafia too, Miss Wolfswift. Only thing I ever did was try and defend myself from the wild accusations, and now you call me into question. I think it pretty clear, you're one of Mr. Haworth's associates." Thadius eyes Tina, his eyes still wet and reddened with anger, "Don't mean you are, but suspicions come from watchin'. Ya'll got tells, and all I need do is watch ya'll." Thadius turns to Jin "Who else? What your words on this woman here?"
"I stand wit' it in its darkest hour, when yo' tryin' to kill us all. You don' been fingered, boy."
"You a fool, and you gon' die for it. You cost this town its soul. There ain't but a handful o' us left. Keep talkin' too, you just gon' bury yourself deeper."
"Good! Vote for me! At least some other townsfolk won't have to die, but Hamish tried the same thing. Ya'll just desperate now! 'Sides, I didn't vote for Clarence. He damned himself listening to you and Hamish! We can all see yo' game now, Crime Boss."
Thadius, his grief now turned to an anger of despair, sets his gaze on Dan. "Dis is your fault! Dis is all your fault. You coul'n control yo' butchah and now we all suffer for it."
"NO!" Thadius leaps to the Duke's body, too late. Tears stream down his face.
"He admit it! Lynch him!"
"Bullplop, Boss-man. We see you for whachu is." Thadius spits again, "May cos' me my life, but at least somebody in town survive your evil."
"Tryin' to kill us is more horrid, sir!"
"This desperate attempt to turn the tides right at the endgame is pitiful. It is sad, desperate attempt on the mafia's end to make such a play." "Glad you could admit you're pathetic." Thadius grins at Hamish.
"He ain't said nothin' to me. I figured it out by the way you actin'. The way you huff and puff, the air about you." Thadius turns his nose up at Dan, "And it stank."
"He gon' save a lot more if you dead, butchah!"
"Town folk gon' die if they trust you, butchah. They gon' die even more if they trust in Dan." Thadius nods eyes flared with conviction, a smile beginning to cross his face. "You workin' your case real hard, but that always happen for a detective... 'specially one turned butchah!"
"Just bears repeatin' cuz you ain't makin' a lick o sense, Butchah." Thadius says as he turns his gaze back on Hamish, "And I clearly ain't sixty. Hard to tell your age under all that self-inflicted wounding."
"Hammish has made himself a target of the mafioso and if he is wrong he will be in double jepardy with the townsfolk, whose justice will be swift. So he is either acting in good faith or he is clearly insane." "Then why he assure everyone I was trustworthy now he tryin' to stab me in da back, huh? You defendin' him make less sense." Thadius shakes his head, "Ceptin' maybe you Mafia too." Thadius stops, "*OR*," he snaps his fingers, "Hamish tryin' to find out who gon' jump the bandwagon on me. Dems would be the mafia, tryin' to make they power play. That'd make you one of dem too!" Thadius eyes go wide at the Duke, "Lordy! You is the third ain' you?! Now maybe I be vindicated in death." Thadius sighs, a wave of relaxation and defeat falling over him, "Ya'll tryin' so hard to get us by the throat."
"His face, he covered in cuttin' scars. Fact o' the matter is, not many round here got knives, and you lef' yours out on the table. They was settin' you up from the start, mon cheri." Thadius shakes his head, "You next, you know. They gon' use that as an excuse to get you lynched."
"Not Clara's deliveries, the other deliveries. You know which ones. I was wonderin' how it was that so much booze was makin' it into town. It make sense in hindsight. It was the Mafia, you, floodin' town wit da hooch. You filled my vices, but now yo' tryin' for my life with Hamish da Butchah." Thadius spits at Dan's feet, "I ain't gon' stand for it, and the ways I sees it then you and Hamish ain't gon' be standin' for much longer either."
Thadius face goes from angry to just plain sour as he looks at Hamish, "I bet you'd try that anyway, butcher. Try to hide how ugly you are with that ugly face, but your mind must be scarred up too. Lets not fawget, you weret da one whisperin' ta Clarence a bunch, drivin' him against the rest of us. You made it be kill-o-be-killed." Thadius turns to Tina, "He playin' you too then, dawlin'. 'Course he ain't da problem. Real problem dat crime-boss, doncha think? Cut the head off the snake and the body will writhe, they gotta figure out who each other is or they'll just be spinnin' round in the circle. The we watch, cause they gotta talk. We gotta find him, and I suspect Mistah Haworth of that. Mistah Cunningham just protectin' his boss."
"I just think it mighty suspicious, all dem deliveries you get when you already got yo' bakin' supplies. Combine that with that false look you carry, insincerity at its finest. Leave it to a drunk to know insincerity when he see it, mon ami. You play so hard, it really don't help yo' case none." Thadius looks straight into Dan's eyes, then turns to Hamish, "Your game is plain, Mafia."
"It mean he lyin'. He ain't no detective. Jus like you, Dan. You fool erybody, or at least you think you do... Mistah Crime Boss."
"That a bunch of bull plop. Hamish der when Rastley die, and I see what he doin' now. He hopin' dat Badgahman and da Chicken gon' protect him, pullin' protection from somebody dat deserve it, same time he gon' kill a townie... den where we at?" Thadius turns and looks at the Duke, "Remember when he Clarence that I was town? Now he change his vote... suspicious, huh? Now he framin' Getika and tryin' get me killed so he win. Simple as dat."
"No tellin' cause deez coins be ol' as dirt. Deez from da time o' our great grand-pappies. Like I say, maybe he one of dem numistmatists. You know, philately. Collec-shion?" Thadius replies to Dan as he watches Hamish and the Duke argue with annoyance. He places the coins on the table with the rest of everything produced.
"Who know?," Thadius says, "Maybe it is jus' a red herrin'"
"Just some gold coins, look old by the look of 'em. This one say dat it from back in the sixties's. Maybe he a collector?" Thadius muses, "I hear dat dem nawthin' folk be tryin' to get gold out o' circulation. Dey alread' be doin' it to silvah." Thadius scratches his chin, watching Getika and Tina converse.
"You t'ink dat'd work? Maybe I jus' a pessimist, but I be thinkin' if'n we wait, somebody else just gon' get stabbed o' shot." Thadius looks over the bodies, "Well, ain't nothin' different on Geoffrey that I kin tell, 'ceptin' the knife. Mon amis, Clarence got a pocket full o' gold here. Musta found a leprechaun." Thadius clatters the coins on the floor.
"Stay yo' hand, Dan." Thadius says, "Lets see what all missin' first." Thadius suggests they search their things to see what all is missing now.
"Don't mean it you, Cheri, but it do mean that somebody got em. Means we need to get dem knives and stuff out o' here. Get rid of Geoffrey's gun too."
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