All language subtitles for Miss.Marple.Murder.at.the.Gallop.1963.DVDRip.x264-HANDJOB_Track03

We won't be
very welcome here, Miss Marple.

I know Mr Enderby's rich,
but he's eccentric to say the least.

He may close his door
on the world, Mr Stringer,

but it will be knocked on.

He never gives anything away,
not even to charity.

Perhaps he's never had the chance.

I must be getting back
to the library.

It's a worthy cause, no doubt,
but my employers...

- You must be entitled to your tea?
- Yes, but I haven't had it.

Oh, but you shall.

After this call,
you must come back to my cottage.

I've prepared a very special tea
to reward us for our labour.

Perhaps I'd better leave him to you,
Miss Marple.

Pull yourself together.
He can't eat us.

No, I suppose not.

- He must be out.
- You know he never goes anywhere.

Mr Enderby?

Mr Enderby?

Don't be alarmed, Mr Enderby,
we've just...

Goodness!
What could have happened?

How is he?

Dead, I'm afraid.

- What is it?
- It's a piece of mud

from some recent visitor
apparently...

SUDDEN CRASH

...who still seems to be here.

- Stay with him.
- You mustn't... please be careful.

- What was it?
- A cat.

I thought he hated cats.

He did. He was frightened
to death of them.

Frightened to death!

Miss Marple!
What an unexpected pleasure.

Good morning, Inspector. Could I have
a few words with you privately?

Yes, of course. Do come in, please.

Do sit down, Miss Marple, please.

Now, you're not here to tell me I've
overlooked another crime, are you?

Well, as a matter of fact, I am.
A very grave crime, one of murder.

- Oh, no, not again.
- This time there is no mistake.

Let's get it over with.
Who murdered who this time?

As to the murderer, that will
naturally require an investigation.

The victim is old Mr Enderby.

Enderby? He died of heart failure.

Ah, but what caused
his heart to fail so unexpectedly?

I read the doctor's report,
it was not unexpected.

He had a severe heart condition.

Exactly. A very wealthy man
with a chronic heart condition.

The circumstances
are precisely the same.

I don't know what they're the same
as, but they don't add up to murder.

Surely you have read Agatha
Christie's novel, The Ninth Life?

I haven't.

Ah, that's why you failed
to make the connection.

Agatha Christie should be
compulsory police reading.

Doom came to her victim
in the shape of a cat.

Miss Marple, enough is enough.

A wealthy old gentleman
with a weak heart

had a pathological horror of cats.

What easier than for some interested
party to slip a cat into the house?

A cat
that he will find unexpectedly.

Yes, old Enderby
was frightened to death.

A very ingenious theory,

but my advice to you
is to read fewer thrillers.

A love story
would be more soothing.

Are you not going
to do anything about this?

Nothing at all. I'm a policeman,
so I'm only interested in facts.

Well, there is only
one course open to me.

- Wait a minute, Miss Marple.
- I know my duty.

I shall have to investigate myself.

Good day.

You will hear from me
when my case is completed.

ALARM RINGS

My pastry.

They look good.

- Oh, dear.
- Not one of my failures.

Deliberate, I assure you.

I cooked the piece of mud we found in
old Enderby's house

and then filled
the hole with plaster.

Lo and behold,
preserved in plaster forever.

- I see. Ingenious, Miss Marple.
- It is rather, isn't it?

Although it went against the grain
to overcook my pastry.

A perfect match,
but what do you make of this?

- The mark of a stirrup iron.
- Then it was mud from a riding boot.

Yes, from a boot with
a very distinctive scar on it.

The mud was stuck between the sole
and heel of someone's riding boot...

...someone who visited Mr Enderby
just before he died.

The murderer?

We can't call him that, since it
hasn't been decided he was murdered.

When the Inspector
has considered your theory...

He has assured me that that is
exactly what he is not going to do.

No, Jim,

you and I must pursue
this trail entirely on our own.

Then where shall we begin?

We must find out
who benefits by the death.

We'll have to wait
until the will is published.

Not necessarily. Not necessarily.

- That's the lot.
- Tea's up. See you inside.

Right.

- Fortune favours the brave.
- I beg your pardon?

That dray under the very window.

This calls for a certain amount of
ingenuity. We have to get up there.

- What if anyone sees us?
- We're screened by the archway.

Shush!

We're taking a grave risk
of seeming inquisitive.

A calculated one, Mr Stringer.
On we go.

I trust something pithy
will be said after all this.

Oh dear... here we are...

"..and though it is with some regret

that I finally satisfy
the greed of my relatives,

I nevertheless do devise
and bequeath that my entire estate

be divided equally between:
My fourth cousin, George Crossfield,

so that he no longer need borrow
from his clients' funds.

My niece, Rosamund Shane, in order
that she may support her husband

in the style to which
he would like to be accustomed.

To my nephew, Hector Enderby,
in order that he may be able

to afford to hunt every day
rather than once a week -

thereby providing more opportunity
for breaking his neck.

Finally, my sister,
Cora Lansquenet, out of gratitude

that she stayed out of the country
for 30 years and didn't bother me.

The money is to be given outright
to all parties concerned

with the hope that it will make them
all as miserable as possible."

That is the important part,
as far as you're concerned.

The important part
is how much money will I get?

Really, George,
you shouldn't say things like that.

- Why not? I want to know.
- Of course, we all want to know.

Well, a rough estimate,
mind you very rough,

each of your shares should be
about £20,000 to £25,000.

Hector, I don't think you should
have used the word 'suddenly'

in the newspaper announcement.

- What do you mean, Aunt Cora?
- Well, it might make people wonder.

Anyway, it's all been
hushed up very nicely, hasn't it?

What are you talking about?

Well, after what he said
when he came to see me last month,

it can't do any good
making it public.

It should be kept strictly
in the family.

My dear Mrs Lansquenet, would you say
plainly what you mean by this?

That he was murdered, wasn't he?

What?!

Aunt Cora
that's a silly thing to say...

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Inspector.

Thank you.

Miss Marple, when I thought
it was you, I thought, 'No',

but it is.

- Allow me.
- Thank you.

If I didn't know you so well,

I would be detaining you
for loitering with intent.

Loitering with intent
to what, conceivably?

To snoop.

- Snoop!
- That is what I said, Miss Marple.

I'm sure everyone in Milchester
wants to know how much Enderby left.

I suppose you wanted to be first?

Well, since you are alleging that
I am a tittle-tattling busybody,

I bid you good day.

Come, Mr Stringer.

Don't you think
you should go to the police

and tell the Inspector
what you overheard?

"Tittle-tattling" busybody,
I believe, were his words.

- No, yours.
- His meaning.

Well...

Please, after this morning, I prefer
not to mention Inspector Craddock.

No matter what he thinks,

after what Mrs Lansquenet said,
we know we were right -

Mr Enderby was murdered.

We know the motive;
£25,000 to each of the family.

Yes, and it's a great deal of money
and since they all benefit...

They are all suspects, true,

but a motive isn't enough.
Facts are what we want,

otherwise we're groping in the dark.

No, we must set to work to find out
all we can about the entire family.

- Mrs Heyley-Brown?
- Yes.

Always a good starting place.

I disapprove of her gossiping,

but in such a situation,
one must use the means at hand.

- Yes.
- I suggest we start at once.

- Oh?
- Surely you realise why?

Have we ever read a murder thriller
that stops at a single killing?

- Then you mean...
- Yes, the killer may strike again.

I hadn't thought of that.
Perhaps the police...

We will go to the police
when our case is complete.

They have their methods,
we have ours.

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Moreover, I'm told
that Cora Lansquenet

did not return to Milchester
just for the funeral.

After living in France
for many years,

two months ago she rented
a cottage a few miles from here.

Her brother, Mr Enderby,
visited her there.

He was a recluse. He hadn't
left the country for 30 years.

I heard that too
and Mrs Heyley-Brown...

Always a mine of information.

...says Cora Lansquenet
needed the money badly

because her husband
ran through all her money

buying worthless paintings.

Yes, all useful,
but it still doesn't tell us

why she thinks her brother
was murdered.

- Perhaps she was lying?
- Why should she lie?

She did marry a Frenchman -
a painter too.

Yes and a bad one, but that doesn't
make her completely irresponsible.

No, not completely.

Do you know, I think it's time
I had my portrait painted.

Your portrait, Miss Marple?

I'm going to call on Cora Lansquenet,
just as an excuse.

We must find out
what her brother said to her

that makes her so sure
he was murdered.

I'll be back to tea. Perhaps
you'll be so kind as to get it ready.

Mrs Lansquenet?

Mrs Lansquenet,
I'm sorry to disturb you...

Mrs Lansquenet?

DOOR CLOSES

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

- Who are you? What are you doing?
- Well, I was...

What's the matter
with Mrs. Lansquenet?

I'm afraid she's dead.

Dead?

You killed her! You killed her!

- My dear...
- Don't touch me!

I saw you bending over her.

My dear, do I look like a murderess?

I don't know, but I saw you.

What you did or didn't see isn't of
much point. We must call the police.

- Where's the telephone?
- There it is.

You haven't told me who you are.

I'm Mrs. Lansquenet's companion,
Miss Milchrest.

Hello? Yes, I can hear you're
talking, but you'll have to stop.

I know it's a party line, but this is
an emergency, I must call the police.

You needn't be sarcastic, young man,
indeed I have a crime to report...

Murder. Murder most foul.

- Good afternoon, Inspector.
- Miss Marple?

Yes. I have some tittle-tattle
to convey. Do come in.

- That's about all we need, sir.
- Fine. Thanks.

Let me have a lab report on that.

All right, sir. Funny weapon to use.

Yes, a woman's weapon.

Or a man's wishing you
to think it was a woman's.

I wasn't precluding that possibility.

The lady feels well enough to talk.

Bring her in.
Well, Miss Marple, I won't keep you.

It's all right, I'm entirely at your
disposal. You don't suspect her?

She was here.
The weapon was a hatpin.

Who would make themselves
so obvious a suspect?

There have been stupid murderers.

She's a timid woman, Inspector,
not a stupid one.

You ought to know
that this morning...

Not now, please.

Miss Milchrest,
sit down, won't you.

I've never had anything
to do with the police.

- Don't worry. They're very nice.
- Thank you, Miss Marple.

You're Mrs Lansquenet's
long-term companion?

Oh, yes.

It must be a shock,
but there are things we need to know.

- Well, I'll do my best.
- I'm sure you will.

- When did you see her last?
- Just before I went to the library.

- At what time?
- I caught the two o'clock bus.

She's been dead about two hours, it's
now 4:30pm, so about 2:30pm.

The coroner will be more exact.

Isn't it extremely difficult to
determine the exact time of death?

We'll do our best to be
as accurate as possible.

Before you left her,
did she seem nervous or upset?

No. She was just
getting ready to go out.

Have you any idea at all
who may have killed her?

Aside from your suspicions
of Miss Marple.

Anyone else? Anyone who hated her?

Oh no, she was kind to everyone.
She was very kind to me.

She said
she would leave me her brooch

and one of her own paintings.

She painted very well,
don't you think?

Yes... yes, indeed.

Did she have any visitors lately?

No, we lived very quietly, really.

Didn't any relatives call on her
after her return to this country?

Only her brother. Her late brother,
I mean. He called a month ago.

He rarely went out.
Was there a special reason?

Well, yes. You see, they had been
estranged for a number of years.

After her husband died, she needed
help financially. She wrote to him.

- Were you present when he called?
- No.

Did you by any chance
overhear anything they said?

I'm not the sort of woman
who listens at keyholes!

I'm sorry. I just wondered if you
might have happened to overhear.

I didn't hear a thing!

I am capable of asking the questions.

- Sorry.
- Thank you, Miss Milchrest.

If you'll make a statement
to Sergeant Bacon, we'll talk later.

- Sergeant, notify the relatives.
- Right, sir.

Mrs Lansquenet told me they were
staying with Mr Hector Enderby.

- At the Gallop Hotel?
- Yes.

It is also a riding establishment.

Miss Milchrest, did you
or Mrs Lansquenet ever ride?

- Ride?
- Horses, you know.

- No.
- Thank you.

I won't detain you, Inspector,

but I suggest
that you pay a call on the family.

Oh you do. Why?

You ought to know
that at the reading of the will,

Cora Lansquenet said
that her brother was murdered.

What? How did you know...

Oh, you happened
to overhear, didn't you?

As you say, I overheard.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I did try to tell you earlier,
but you wouldn't let me.

Oh, yes, so I didn't.

Don't you think it coincidental

that she was killed so soon
after making that statement?

Yes...

Too coincidental.

Unless someone in the family thought

that Cora knew her brother was
murdered and who had murdered him.

Yes...

Moreover, that poor woman
is in a very dangerous position.

Miss Milchrest?

You see, if she did overhear
Cora and her brother

and the murderer suspected,

she's likely to receive
the same treatment Cora did.

I have to leave you now,
I'm afraid, to go and pack.

- Pack?
- Yes, I'm going on a short holiday.

Good day.

A very good idea. I hope
you have a most enjoyable time.

- Mr Enderby, Inspector Craddock.
- This way, sir.

I'll be in touch.

I'm still not happy about this.
If I could be with you...

Mr Stringer, we agreed a non-rider in
this place would be conspicuous.

Besides, the police are here.

As a matter of routine,
I'd like an account of your movements

between 2pm and 4pm yesterday.

Surely you're not suggesting one of
the family put Auntie Cora down?

I'm merely making enquiries.

Extremely offensive ones!

I'm sorry.
I find murder offensive too.

Why would any of us
do such a thing to an old woman?

Well, one suggestion that's been
put forward is... to keep her quiet.

About what?

She made
a statement yesterday morning.

A statement that your uncle,
Mr. Enderby, was murdered.

How did you find that out?

I think that's irrelevant, don't you?

No one is denying
Mrs. Lansquenet did say it?

Well then, there is one motive.
There could be others.

May I start with you, Mr Shane?

Yes, all right, but I can't give you
an alibi, if that's what you want.

Yesterday...

- I was out riding all afternoon.
- Alone, sir?

- Quite alone.
- Where?

I'm not familiar enough
with the area to say.

You were familiar enough
to return?

- The horse did.
- Did you meet anyone whilst riding?

No, I'm afraid not. I wish I had.

So do I.

What about you, Mr. Crossfield?

Well, I was out riding too.

- I see.
- I didn't meet anyone either.

Very well, then. I suppose
you were out riding too, Mr. Enderby?

No, I was in here all the afternoon.

Were you, Hector? The door
was locked. I thought you were out.

I locked the door.
I didn't want to be disturbed.

- What were you doing?
- I was doing my accounts.

I see. Very well.

Mrs Shane?

We all seem to have feeble alibis;
I was in my room too.

All afternoon?

Except when I went to look
for Hector. I was reading.

Did anyone see you
when you looked for Mr. Enderby?

No.

It is unusual for
an English woman to prefer reading

when she could be riding,
but it is possible.

- I didn't say it wasn't.
- I hope you're satisfied.

I'm far from satisfied,
but we'll leave it for now.

Please make detailed statements
and keep yourselves available.

- I'll be with the Chief Constable.
- Yes, sir.

Just one moment.
Do you want us all to stay here?

Yes, at least
until after the inquest.

- I have to go up north tomorrow.
- I'm sorry, that isn't possible.

It's an important sale.
Lord Fotherway's picture collection.

I have a client for the Gainsborough.

You also have a partner,
I understand.

Have you been checking up on me?

Your partner
can handle the sale, can't he?

- Yes, but...
- That's fine. Good day.

Sir, perhaps
I could deal with you first?

I want to tell you something.

- Yes?
- I'm trying to run a business here.

It's not nice
having a police car parked outside.

Next time,
please come more incognito.

- Nothing else?
- That's enough.

It is.

- Do you see that?
- You can't miss it.

A Broadbreech side-saddle!

Broadbreech, Northampton.
Vintage, too.

Have a look at the date
behind the stirrup bar.

It says...

No, don't tell me, I'll tell you.

1882. No, I'm lying to you.

-1885.
- Right.

I know whose it is,

I've only seen one
in this country, Lady Curthbrackle.

No...

It belongs to...

Me, Mr. Enderby. Morning, Inspector.
My mama's, of course.

It's magnificent.

Do you have an animal
to accommodate it and me?

Yes, indeed.

Oh, how nice. I've booked in
for a week, don't you know.

- How nice to see you after so long.
- So long?

- Yes, it must be months.
- Yes... quite.

I'm delighted. I never dreamt
you aspired to be one of us.

- I've done some riding in my time.
- Oh?

Junior Silver Spurs,
Brockbrook, 1910.

Junior Silver, Brockbrook?
Miss J. T. V. Marple?

- Miss Marple, I...
- No, please!

We've been neighbours for years!

- You'll lunch with me, of course?
- Of course.

1910, what a year that was!
You must have seen...

- Mr. Enderby.
- Sorry to have kept you.

I didn't want
to disturb you at lunch.

That was kind of you.
Won't you come in?

- We must bed you down somewhere.
- Bed me down?

- Get you a room. Won't you sit down?
- How very kind of you.

Nonsense, you couldn't stay
in the cottage after what happened.

No, I couldn't. I just couldn't.
That's why I'm so grateful.

It's a pleasure, dear lady. A shock
like this takes weeks to get over.

A few gallops over the Downs
and you'll be back in the saddle.

- I don't ride.
- You don't ride?

We'll have to see to that, won't we?

Perhaps, whilst I'm here, there might
be something I could do.

I can arrange the flowers or...
be a hostess.

Yes, we'll talk about that later.

Yes, I mustn't keep you.
I'm sure you're very busy.

Perhaps someone could
show me to my room?

- I'll take you.
- Please don't bother.

The porter will take my things up.

- Oh, Miss Milchrest.
- Yes, Mr. Enderby.

There was something I wanted
to ask... what was it? Oh yes...

The day that her brother
called on poor Aunt Cora,

were you at the cottage?

- Why... yes, I was.
- You've no idea what was said?

Well... no.
Naturally they wanted to be alone.

Well, it's not important. Thank you.

Miss Milchrest, good morning.
How nice to see you again.

- Good morning.
- Don't look so frightened.

I've done my quota of murders today.

- Are you staying here?
- I am.

- I didn't know that.
- A delightful surprise, no doubt.

Incidentally,
may I ask what brings you here?

Mr Hector's been very kind.

He invited me when I had to leave
the cottage and I had no place to go.

- Mr Hector invited you?
- Yes.

- Have a pleasant stay.
- Thank you.

By the way... don't tell the family
I was in the cottage yesterday,

it might hinder
the Inspector's enquiries.

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

- Can I help you?
- I was just admiring your boots.

They're quite beautiful.
I'm really envious.

Thank you. Goodbye.

- Dear lady, feminine but practical.
- Thank you.

When I'm behind a lady in jodhpurs,

I think it's a shame elegance seems
to have left the equestrian scene.

- How graciously put.
- Now for your preliminary canter.

Hello. What are you staring at?

- Come in, Rosamund.
- What's so interesting there?

That old woman with Hector
found Uncle's body.

- She arrived here yesterday.
- So?

I don't like people prying.

You are nervous, aren't you? If you
see Michael, tell him I want him.

Don't go for a moment, Rosamund,
unless I make you nervous?

- Why should you?
- You know I find you attractive.

I know.

- Still only Michael?
- Yes.

You don't mind
that he married you for money?

He didn't marry me.
I was the one who decided.

I knew I wanted him
from the first moment I saw him.

- Do you always get what you want?
- Of course. I just take it.

You're a dangerous woman. I hope
you never want anything of mine.

You mean like your money?
I don't at the moment.

Why were you so anxious to get it?
Did you want it that desperately?

Let's say I needed it pretty badly.

- In trouble again?
- What do you mean?

Clients sometimes
give you money to buy pictures.

- What of it?
- You've borrowed some before.

- Shut up!
- Don't get so angry. I don't care...

George, have you...
oh hello, Rosamund.

- I was looking for you.
- I was looking for you too.

- I want to go for a drive.
- Weren't we walking?

- I want to go for a drive.
- We might as well.

- See you later, George.
- Bye, George.

Thank you.

Are you comfortable, Miss Marple?

- Perfectly.
- Daisy will suit you.

When your seat is back,
we'll put you on something livelier.

Stand, Black Jack! Stand!
Come on, come on!

That's better.
You're nervous today.

- Careful, he's in an ugly mood.
- I can handle him, Hillman.

- He'll throw you if he can, sir.
- Nonsense! Are we ready?

I am if you are.

He's high-spirited, but he's no
problem. Are you, old boy? Come on.

We shall have you
in shape in no time.

A few days hacking
and you'll be cantering...

- Hello, Hillman.
- Want something, Mr. George?

Yes.

- I'd like to have a chat.
- I've got work to do.

Don't be insolent! I want to know
about Mr Hector and that old lady.

You'll get no information from me.

Why not? Are you hiding something?

No. Perhaps you'll get out
and let me get on.

Now calm down, Hillman.

That old lady is trying
to make trouble for Mr Hector.

- She'd better not.
- She might.

I think it would be worth your while
to watch her.

Whoa, boy! Whoa! Steady! Steady!

It's a car coming.
It's unsettling him.

He can't stand them.
They're a menace!

My foot! My foot!

That was Hector.
Are you trying to kill him?

- I was nowhere near him.
- You nearly hit him on purpose!

- What's wrong with you?
- Will you slow down?

- There. Is that better?
- What's all this about?

- What?
- You know darn well.

So I lied to the policeman that
morning about riding. So what?

- It depends on what you were doing.
- I had some business in the city.

Did you?
I hope it was to say goodbye to her.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Don't you? It doesn't matter.

- I know when you're lying.
- I'm not!

You are.

Like you lied about
seeing Uncle on the day he died.

- How did you know that?
- I know everything about you.

I don't like having my movements
checked up on.

I mean that! Don't push me too far!

I like to know.

Did you think your charm
might loosen his purse strings?

- Something like that.
- Didn't they?

- No.
- That's all?

- Of course that's all.
- Then why not say so?

After what happened,
people might think...

They might think
that Aunt Cora was right.

Yes, they might think that.

- Ow!
- How's the foot now?

As well as can be expected.

- I'll help you.
- That's all right.

I insist, Mr. Enderby and that boot
must come off immediately.

All right, Black Jack.
Come on, Black Jack.

Easy, boy. Easy, boy.
Is he all right?

- Well done.
- I can manage now.

I wouldn't dream
of such a thing. Leg up.

Don't trouble yourself.

No trouble... and the longer you
wait, the worse the swelling will be.

I'll stand it
in cold water for an hour.

Useless, Mr. Enderby. Boot up.

This may hurt a little when I pull,

but be brave... be brave.

Come along now. Take the strain.

Here we go.

Gently! Gently!

Nearly off.

Well, it wasn't too bad, was it?

- Oh, dear. Dear oh dear.
- What's wrong?

The colonel won't like this.

They're his boots.
I borrowed them this morning.

Some fool stable girl
upset paint all over mine.

Did she?

No idea how to get it off.

You'd be better occupied
bathing that foot.

Unless you want it
to swell even more.

Perhaps you're right. Be up like a
balloon in the morning anyway.

- What are you doing?
- Mr. Hillman, you startled me.

- Why do you have those?
- I'm admiring them.

Fine old English leather,
strong yet supple.

Leave them alone from now on.

That is no way to talk
to a lady. Get back to work.

I came to tell you
Black Jack was back.

Don't worry about him. He's a surly
chap, but he's been here for years;

completely trustworthy.

Then his appearance is extremely
deceptive, Mr. Enderby.

If you'll forgive me,
I really must have a rest.

Ouch!

ESCAPING GAS HISSES

ALARM RINGS

Careless of me.

It's a family matter,
I won't discuss it in public.

Will you see
that we're not disturbed.

- Right.
- Are you going out?

I always take
a constitutional before retiring.

All right. Put them in there.

You don't seem to understand.
I only want Uncle's picture.

Well, that's just too bad
because I want it.

Let's auction the stuff off, divide
it and then there's no quarrelling.

- I'm not quarrelling.
- It wouldn't fetch two pounds.

Are you sure? You're an art dealer.

Maybe only you know it is valuable.

It's not valuable.
It just happens to appeal to me.

As she feels so strongly
about it, let her have it.

- After all, ladies first.
- Not in my book.

- It is in mine.
- Why don't you toss up for it?

None of you
seem to understand. I want it!

- It doesn't mean you will get it.
- It does.

- You listen...
- Stop it.

I can't take any more unpleasantness.

- Hector...
- I mean it.

You may mean it but...

No buts. The matter's settled. This
is my house. I make the rules here.

It's amazing
what a little security does.

- I don't find that very amusing.
- I didn't mean it to be amusing.

I'm glad it's all settled. Thank you.

It's not settled
as far as I'm concerned.

Oh, but it is, George.
You misunderstood, Rosamund.

It's settled because I'm keeping it.

Oh, not in bed yet, Miss Marple?

I'm just choosing
something to read.

- Good night.
- Good night.

If you're looking for Miss Marple,
she's in the lounge.

I'm sorry I startled you.

That's all right. I'm still nervous.

Under the circumstances,
I'm not surprised.

What do you mean?

If I was the murderer I'd worry

that you had heard
what old Enderby said to Cora.

- I didn't.
- I don't blame you for forgetting.

The murderer would hardly
leave you running around.

- I must...
- Go?

Yes, so must I. Good night.

Oh.

- Is anything wrong, Miss Milchrest?
- Yes.

- Could I speak to you please? Alone?
- Of course. Come to my room.

Thank you.

I hope you no longer
think I'm a murderess.

Forgive me. It was stupid of me.

A natural conclusion
since I was standing over the body.

- Sit down.
- Thank you.

You wanted to say something?

Miss Marple, I did overhear Mrs.
Lansquenet and her brother that day.

- I thought so.
- I wasn't eavesdropping.

Naturally not. What did you hear?

Only bits and pieces
but enough to realise

he was afraid that someone
in the family wanted to kill him.

- Which one of them?
- I don't know.

He hinted
as though he hated to say the word.

Understandable.

Have you told this to anyone else?

Oh no, because
when he died so soon afterwvards,

I began to wonder...
and then Mrs. Lansquenet...

Miss Marple, I'm afraid.
I'm terribly afraid.

You have reason to be.

They've all asked me and they look
at me as if they don't believe me.

I'm afraid
you're not a very good liar.

We must tell this to
Inspector Craddock and to no one else

and the sooner the better.

Don't let it worry you any more.

Go to your room
and leave the rest to me.

Thank you.

Is that you, Inspector?
Miss Marple here.

Please forgive
the lateness of the hour.

I have the evidence I need.
I know who the killer is!

You're hardly in a position to press
me under the circumstances. >

You don't think
it will stop me anyway, do you? >

Nothing more to say? >

Good, then listen. >

I saw the old man
on the day that he was killed.

We all went there at one time or
another and all for the same reason,

to get money out of him.

But you were the worst.

You were greedy enough
to kill for it.

< Not just
for a quarter of the estate

but for a real sum of money.

That picture is worth a fortune.

How ironic. He must have picked it up
30 years ago in Paris for a song. >

Now I know what
that picture is worth and I want it.

If you don't tell me where it is,

you know what's going
to happen, so where is it?

- What are you doing?
- Let me go. You're hurting me.

Snooping.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

How dare you!

I shall report you
to your employer in the morning.

OUTSIDE BOLTS LOCK

Hey, who's there? Open up!

Help!

Let me out!

Help! Help!

SCREAMS

RUNNING ENGINE

Stop that infernal row.
Turn the engine off.

HORSE NEIGHS

Steady. Steady, boy. Steady.

What's going on?
What's the matter with Black Jack?

Black Jack's all right, sir.

- Someone was in there.
- What?

There was someone in there.

Who?

Mr. Crossfield, sir. He's dead.

- Where were you?
- I was upstairs in my room.

And you, madam?

I was fast asleep, Inspector.

So you were all in your rooms...

...one of you wasn't!

Whoever locked the stable door and
turned the motor on is a murderer.

Until I get to the bottom of this
situation, none of you are to leave.

That will be quite impossible.

I must insist. My men will see
those orders are carried out.

I can't have police...

- You can and you will.
- Tonight is our annual dance.

Tonight? You're having a dance here?

It may be unfeeling
under the circumstances,

but I'm running a business here.

You can have your dance
but nothing else changes.

That's all.

Can I get back to work?
There's a lot to do.

- I suppose that's permissible?
- Of course.

Can we all go? >

As long as you stay in the grounds.

Can I go up to London
this afternoon?

No, I'm sorry but no one leaves.

- Oh, but...
- That's all. Oh, Miss Marple.

- Yes?
- Can I have a word with you?

I have something important to say.

- About that call last night.
- Oh, that, yes.

You said you had the evidence
and the killer?

I was a little premature there.

Were you?
Who did you think it was, Crossfield?

As a matter of fact I did,
but only briefly, Inspector.

Very briefly. Now I really know.

- I'm sure you do.
- I do.

Only before
I can be quite sure,

I need the expert opinion
of an art dealer.

- An art dealer?
- That's what I said.

I'll take care of that,
but I need your help.

There's Mr Stringer. if you'll excuse
me, I'll be with you in a moment.

I'm sending him to London
on an important mission.

When he returns tonight, he will have
certain information that I need.

Then we can force
the killer out into the open.

- Oh, we can, can we?
- Yes, I guarantee it.

Do you know much about first aid?

First aid?

I'm planning to have
a heart attack at the dance

and I shall be much obliged if
you will pretend to take care of me

and have the doctor
confirm the diagnosis.

May I ask
what you propose to do then?

I am proposing to allow myself
to be frightened to death.

Good day, Inspector.

Come, Mr Stringer. Let's go up to
my room. It's easier to talk there.

I'm not sure about that woman.

I think
she's working for the police.

Nonsense.
She's a lady and a horsewoman.

One doesn't necessarily
preclude the other.

There aren't any mounted policewomen.

You know her well.
Is she working for the police?

Oh, no... at least I don't think so.

She knows the Inspector personally.

You sound like a man
with a guilty conscience.

My conscience is perfectly clear.

Then you have nothing to worry about.

- Hector, now can I have the picture?
- No.

Nobody else wanted it
but George and he's dead.

I told you why,
I'm keeping it myself.

Please take this to London
to the art dealers.

They will appraise it
and get it back here.

If it helps.

I'm hopeful
it will clinch the whole matter.

- You've made real progress.
- We're near the end.

- You know who did it?
- Yes.

- Who?
- I can't tell you that at present.

- Please be careful.
- Of course I'll be careful.

Don't get yourself arrested,
that's stolen property.

Stolen...

Mr. Enderby, you startled me.
Won't you come in?

I was about to knock.

- You know Mr Stringer?
- I haven't had the pleasure.

Mr. Enderby, Mr. Stringer.

I'm always delighted
to meet any friend of Miss Marple's.

How do you do? Well, goodbye.

- You're not leaving on my account?
- No. An errand in London.

I was hoping
you'd stay for our dance.

What a good idea
and you are fond of dancing.

- I am?
- You know you are.

Why don't you return here later?

Yes, perhaps I will.

Would you like to leave your parcel?

- He'd never be parted from that.
- No.

The sooner you go,
the sooner you will get back.

True.
It's been very nice to meet you.

The pleasure was mine.

What a charming man.

Is he in the same line
as my cousin George was?

- What would that be?
- He's an art dealer.

What can have
put that into your head?

I'm not sure really.
Perhaps it was the parcel.

- It suggested a picture.
- Oh, no.

Mr Stringer
is custodian of the library.

- Do you know about pictures?
- Just a little.

I can't tell
a good one from a bad one.

I'd like your opinion
on some my uncle left me.

- My knowledge is rather limited.
- Surely just an opinion?

You're welcome to that
at another time.

This afternoon, I'm afraid
I want to rest. I'm not feeling well.

Oh dear,
and I'm making a nuisance of myself.

- Not at all.
- You must rest.

Must have you fit for the dance.

I'm looking forward
to a whirl with you.

SLOW WALTZ

You dance beautifully, Miss Marple.

Thank you, Mr. Enderby.
So do you.

Well, my foot holds me back a bit,
but I manage.

I hope you understand
about the dance.

It's not that I'm unfeeling about
George, but we always have it.

You have to consider your guests.

- Care for another whirl?
- Of course, Mr. Enderby.

BAND PLAYS A TWIST

- We'd better sit this one out.
- Oh, dear.

- Dreadful, not dancing at all.
- One must be tolerant of the young.

My mama was horrified when she saw me
doing the Charleston in public.

That was quite different and
I'm sure you danced it beautifully.

There's Mr Stringer. As it happens,
this is his favourite dance.

- Mr Stringer!
- I found out...

I was just saying
that this is your favourite dance.

- Dance?
- Yes.

You'll excuse us won't you,
Mr. Enderby. Come along.

- Miss Marple, I don't think...
- Do your best.

This is the only way
I could get you alone.

What did you find out?

You were right, Miss Marple.
It's worth at least £50,000.

Then it was that picture after all.

It certainly was.

Excellent.
We can proceed with certainty.

- Proceed where?
- To trap the killer.

Was Inspector Craddock in the foyer?

Yes.

Then, I think, a little livelier

and don't be alarmed
if I suddenly pretend to be ill.

- Hmm?
- Now then... hot it up!

Help me to a chair.

I shall be quite all right.
No need to fuss.

You were warned
after that last heart attack.

Was she?

- If I could just lie down.
- Shouldn't I get a doctor?

- The police doctor will be quicker.
- Yes, sir.

She's got to lie down.
Where's her room?

Upstairs.

She can't manage that.
ls there a room on this floor?

There's a back room,
but she'd be all alone.

Good. She needs rest and quiet.

- Miss Marple, if we helped you...
- Yes, perhaps.

Easy...

I am so sorry
to give you all this trouble.

Don't be foolish.
We're worried about you.

I'll be fine.

Mr Stringer, won't you sit down?

She'll be all right,
I'm sure she will.

How is she?

- Not good.
- Will she be all right?

Can I see her?

No, she mustn't be disturbed. I won't
risk moving her until the morning.

You haven't answered me.
Will she be all right?

I hope so, but it's a pretty severe
attack. She's not to be disturbed.

If I can speak to her before we go...

Absolutely not.
She's to have complete rest.

She wanted to tell me
about a painting.

She can tell you in the morning,
if she's better.

- I insist.
- You can insist all you like.

She's my patient
and no one goes near her.

Any disturbance
would probably be fatal.

Now I suggest you all get to bed.
Good night.

CLOCK TICKS

WIND HOWLS

Miss Marple, are you awake?

WIND HOWLS

SUDDEN CRASH

Wake up! Wake up!

It's me, Cora. I've come back.

Yes, Cora. I've been waiting for you.

You've come for your picture.

Yes, you stole it!

I only borrowed it, my dear.

I have it right here.

Allow me to return it to you...

...Miss Milchrest!

- You're not ill?
- I've never felt better in my life.

There's nothing wrong
with your heart?

I should have guessed it was a trick.

Foolish of me...

How did you know'?

I've seen you before
at the reading of the will.

By impersonating Cora,

you planted the suspicion
that old Enderby was murdered.

When you killed Cora,

it looked as if a family member
did it to keep her quiet.

I fooled them all.
Not one of them dreamt I wasn't Cora.

So then you had to kill
George Crossfield.

It was clever of me.

All this for nothing.

No. Not all for nothing, Miss Marple.

You're the only one left who knows.

You're not so clever after all,
Miss Marple.

Nor was Cora, the fool!

She didn't know
the picture is worth a fortune.

She was so stupid, she said
I could have it when she died.

You won't get away with it this time.

I will. In a few minutes, I shall be
harmless Miss Milchrest again.

Inspector! Help!

- Oh, please don't touch me!
- All right, Bacon.

Why didn't you ring?

The law may have a long arm,
Inspector,

unfortunately, I haven't.

Now if you'll forgive me,
I must catch up on a little sleep.

KNOCKING

Come in.

You asked
to see me before I left.

Oh yes, indeed, Miss Marple.

- Yes, yes, indeed.
- May I help you with that?

- That is good of you.
- Not at all.

- May I?
- Oh, please do.

Is this wise, Mr. Enderby?

Oh, yes. It's the hunt today.

It's the Fidget Hunt.

Mr. Enderby, you did want to see me?

- Yes, that's true, Miss Marple.
- Well?

Do you know
that every chair in this room

is stuffed with the hair
of the horses that I've loved

and have loved me.

Really?

I've never got on so well
with human beings.

They're fine when they're up, but
when they're down, only two legs...

- I think I follow you, Mr. Enderby.
- I knew you would.

We're alike.

I mean, you're a lady in retirement.
A single lady, living alone...

I think you know
what I'm trying to say.

Are you by any chance,
proposing to me, Mr. Enderby?

That's right.

I am proposing you should keep
your saddle here permanently.

- Oh, I'm afraid...
- It would be a working arrangement.

You run the hotel
and I'll run the stable.

Well, you run the stable
and I'll run the hotel.

I'm extremely flattered, Mr. Enderby.

- Well?
- I'm afraid I must say no.

No?

You see, I have so many
other interests to occupy my time.

One presses now - a production at
the church hall, a murder mystery.

I hope you'll come.

- I don't think I'd care for it.
- Oh, what a pity.

- Well, goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Miss Marple...
- Yes?

I would deem it an honour
if you'd stay the day

and be my guest at the hunt.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Enderby,
but I disapprove of blood sports.

That was a very narrow escape!

ENGLISH SDH