Aldo, the maestro for the South Pasadena Orchestral Ensemble, inherited his parent's house, so living in luxury is nothing new to him. You can often hear Mario Lanza and Maria Callas' scratchy records wafting through the air at any time of night and day. The love of his life, Marcus, has recently passed on, so he has some of the same feelings as were portrayed in the Oscar nominated film, A Single Man. Aldo is determined to let Marcus' love of life and music live on in his symphony's productions. Aldo is about to burst through the front doors belting out his own version of La donna e mobile.
As Aldo goes through the doors and down the steps to the front lawn, he suddenly feels severe pain in his chest. He realizes he's having another heart attack, his third, and it's a big one. Inspired by his favorite thespian, Red Foxx, from his favorite television show from the 1970's, Sanford and Son, Aldo looks skyward, grabs his chest, and shouts, "I'm havin' the big one, Marcus. I'm coming to join you."
Ah, but Judy, it's just the opening scene. It's what happens next that's the story. Perhaps the butler slipped something in Aldo's morning coffee. This is the beginning of a classic story.
What Marcus never knew while he was alive, was that Aldo and the Butler had a tryst while Marcus was on tour with the orchestra. After Marcus passed away, Aldo promised the Butler that he could renounce his station as Butler, and live with Aldo in the splendor of his home as his new partner...but alas, Aldo was a bit of a playboy and began seeing the conductor of Marcus' orchestra...out of rage and heartbreak, the Butler found some potassium chloride and...
DB, that is AWFUL! (j/k:) To continue the twisted saga: ...yet unbeknownst to the butler, Aldo had suspected something awry all along and had several surveillance cameras strategically installed within the palm trees of the estate prior to his demise. As the trees are in need of trimming, the ex-butler calls upon the gardener to trim them. The gardener ascends the palms, discovers the cameras, and, rather than turning the tapes over to the authorities, schemes a plan too insidious for this little town to handle. "cue wicked laughter background track"
Gosh darn, I thought Beaver Cleaver lived here with his wife and 3 kids - ala Cleaver family. Now I found out it's really a murdering butler here? sigh... You all have a much better story!
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Aldo, the maestro for the South Pasadena Orchestral Ensemble, inherited his parent's house, so living in luxury is nothing new to him. You can often hear Mario Lanza and Maria Callas' scratchy records wafting through the air at any time of night and day. The love of his life, Marcus, has recently passed on, so he has some of the same feelings as were portrayed in the Oscar nominated film, A Single Man. Aldo is determined to let Marcus' love of life and music live on in his symphony's productions. Aldo is about to burst through the front doors belting out his own version of La donna e mobile.
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As Aldo goes through the doors and down the steps to the front lawn, he suddenly feels severe pain in his chest. He realizes he's having another heart attack, his third, and it's a big one. Inspired by his favorite thespian, Red Foxx, from his favorite television show from the 1970's, Sanford and Son, Aldo looks skyward, grabs his chest, and shouts, "I'm havin' the big one, Marcus. I'm coming to join you."
Aldo collapsese and dies on the front walk.
I'm thinking butler. I'm thinking the things that happen behind closed doors.
Oh DB!!! What a sad and perfect ending to my story. And another aria plays as the screen fades to black.
Fabulous!!
Ah, but Judy, it's just the opening scene. It's what happens next that's the story. Perhaps the butler slipped something in Aldo's morning coffee. This is the beginning of a classic story.
You guys are on to something.
Leslie, I never got it!
Hmmmm. The butler. We need Yak to chime in about now. :)
What Marcus never knew while he was alive, was that Aldo and the Butler had a tryst while Marcus was on tour with the orchestra. After Marcus passed away, Aldo promised the Butler that he could renounce his station as Butler, and live with Aldo in the splendor of his home as his new partner...but alas, Aldo was a bit of a playboy and began seeing the conductor of Marcus' orchestra...out of rage and heartbreak, the Butler found some potassium chloride and...
DAMN!! So much for my romantic story. Now it's all messed up and murder is involved. :P
"Aldo and the Butler" sounds like an old Merchant Ivory production...
DB, that is AWFUL! (j/k:) To continue the twisted saga: ...yet unbeknownst to the butler, Aldo had suspected something awry all along and had several surveillance cameras strategically installed within the palm trees of the estate prior to his demise. As the trees are in need of trimming, the ex-butler calls upon the gardener to trim them. The gardener ascends the palms, discovers the cameras, and, rather than turning the tapes over to the authorities, schemes a plan too insidious for this little town to handle. "cue wicked laughter background track"
Oh, my nefarious-minded ones... poor Aldo. Poor Marcos. Poor Gardener!
Bet they tell good ghost stories, too.
Gosh darn, I thought Beaver Cleaver lived here with his wife and 3 kids - ala Cleaver family. Now I found out it's really a murdering butler here? sigh... You all have a much better story!
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