Jarvis walks to the kitchen, a young lady smiles at him
as she passes. In the dining area he is met by several eyes staring back ae him
“I wanted to say that once I’m in my new position I look forward to continuing
working together and hope for the same respect that you had for Mr. Charles.”
A month
later Jarvis takes his usual morning run down a pier with a lighthouse at the
end. It is a windy fall day, the waves crash the pier spraying him. At the
lighthouse he meets with a man wearing a suit. The man speaks “You’re late.”
“It’s
been busy, I start a new job tomorrow.”
“Almost
a year into this investigation and the master of the house finally trust you
enough to make you his right hand man.”
“I’m
not sure head butler and right hand are the same besides I really think we have
it all wrong here.”
“Alfie,
this is your first field assignment your job is to do what I say!”
“And
we’ve been listening to chatter for almost two years, I’m beginning to have as
much faith in the NSA as the rest of America!”
“A
Presidential assassination isn’t something you make jokes about!”
“Yes
but do we really think one of the richest men in England is the Assassin?!”
“Maybe
not but we DO know the threats are coming from this house it could be one of
the sons or perhaps the daughter?”
“IT’S
NOT FIONA”
“If you
believe that then get me proof. The chatter is escalating and I need something
to move on before it’s too late.” The
man gets in a motor boat tied to the pier and drives off.
Jarvis walks down the hallway, the same young
woman who smiled pulls him into her room and closes the door kissing him “How
does it feel to be in charge?”
“Fi,
nothing about us will change.”
“But
father trust you…you will be with him during the day. He will love you as much
as I do”
“I’m
not his aide I will help him in the mornings and evenings the rest of the time
I will still be downstairs with the other servants.”
“I will make him love you” He exits and walks
down the spiral staircase. Mr. Andrews’s office door is ajar and he hears
voices. They are of youngest son David and a man he has never seen, he stops to
listen.
“David
once this starts there will be no stopping, we need to know that you’re all
in.”
“The
Prime Minister has nothing to worry about, the President will be dead by the
New Year and he will get his war.”
A maid
drops a tray, Jarvis goes back to work before he could be caught.
After
dinner Mr. Charles ask to talk to him “Mr. Jarvis before I leave I want to give
you something.” He hands Jarvis an old silver pocket watch
“I
can’t this was your fathers.”
“And my
grandfathers. I’m an old bachelor who never had kids, you’re a young man with a
whole life ahead of you and you need to be on time working for a man like Mr.
Andrews.”
Later
that night Jarvis is in bed with Fiona, she has the pocketwatch opens it and
reads the inscription “To my son, stay true to yourself” She leans in to kiss
him, Jarvis doesn’t stop her.
At his
next meeting with the man in the suit, Jarvis tells him what he has learned and
the man gives him his orders.
Back at the house David is waiting “Mr.
Jarvis, Daisy was making my sister’s bed when this fell off her nightstand” He
holds up the pocketwatch.
“I was
looking for it last night after dinner, Miss Andrews’ must have found it.”
“And I
was going to return it to Mr. Jarvis after his run” Fiona appears from the
dining room.
“Thank
you, if you don’t mind I have to check on lunch.”
Fiona turns to her brother. “David I love you
but my life is my own.” She walks in the other direction leaving him alone.
It is
November, Jarvis stands on the pier looking out at the water, Fiona walks up
behind him and places her hands on his eyes. “Whatever you want I’ll get it,
don’t hurt me.”
She
whispers in his ear “Why would I want to hurt you?”
Jarvis
turns, they kiss, he notices that she has brought a picnic basket “I know
everything that happens in this place and a picnic wasn’t on the schedule”
“I
admit I had to do some sneaking around but I wanted you to have a Happy
Thanksgiving, You mentioned it’s your favorite American tradition.”
They’re about to set up the food when a boat
arrives, knowing who it is Jarvis asks “Can we move this to our secret garden spot?”
Fiona agrees and picks up the basket, she
walks down the pier alone, and Jarvis quickly meets with the man in the suit.
They are enjoying their picnic when David
appears “What’s going on here?”
“Fiona
was kind enough to make me a small yet tasty Thanksgiving meal. Would you like
to join us?”
“I have
a meeting.”
Christmas
Eve and the household is all decorated.
Jarvis
goes into the cellar to collect wine for dinner, unknown to him he is followed,
the door is locked.
“Alfred
Jonas Jarvis, born London 1988 moved to the US at the age of 12, Class
Valedictorian, studied history at NYU, disappeared for a few years before
showing up as a BUTLER back in England. Does that sound right, where were you
between NYU and here?”
Alfred
turns around to see a gun being pointed at his heart “I told Fi you didn’t like
me but a gun really?” He tosses the bottle towards David and takes his own gun
from his side.
“Who do
you work for FBI, MI-5, CIA?” Jarvis stays silent “I bet CIA. A CIA agent
sleeping with my sister I have to say that is way worst then the butler a
butler I could fire a federal agent I well you know.” Still no reaction from
Jarvis “Whatever happened to being loyal to one’s country?”
“I love
Fi and I’m loyal to country and myself! David…You don’t have to do this.”
“YES I DO”
A gunshot is heard throughout the house.
