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So, I'm afraid your moment has come. Not so fast, Miss Scarlet. I do have a secret or two. Oh yeah, such as? The game's up, Scarlet. There are no more bullets left in that gun. Oh, come on. You don't think I'm gonna fall for that old trick? It's not a trick. There was one shot at Mr. Body in the study. Two for the chandelier, two at the lounge door, and one for the singing telegram. That's not six. One plus two plus two plus one. Uh-uh. There was only one shot that got the chandelier. That's one plus two plus one plus one. Even if you were right, that would be 1 plus 1 plus 2 plus 1, not 1 plus 2 plus 1 plus 1. Okay, fine. 1 plus 2 plus 1. Shut up! The point is, there's one bullet left in this gun, and guess who's going to get it. Oh! I'm only a guest. Where's the chief? Ah, Wadsworth, well done. I did warn you, my dear. Mr. Hoover is an expert on Armageddon. Wadsworth, don't hate me for trying to shoot you. Frankly, Scarleth, I didn't give a damn. As I was trying to tell you, there are no bullets left in this gun, you see? One plus two is plus one. Two plus one is... you