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Yes, poor old Aunt Jane's
not been very well, I'm afraid.

Pig of a bronchitis.
We were worried about her.

She was quite low.

- Come through.
- Thanks.

She needed a complete break.

- You think you'll manage?
- It'll be a pleasure to look after.

Aunt Jane will be very relieved.

Where is she, by the way?
Where did you send her?

Barbados, matter of fact.

Knitting BEFORE breakfast?

Oh, well, yes,
I suppose I was, really,

but in England it'd be elevenses time.

BF!

It still seems to be attached!

Just about.

Morning, HiIIingdon.

- Drawing, are we?
- Mm.

- Has the old blighter gone yet?
- Mmm.

I remembered last night.
I know where I've seen him before.

St Kitts in '48.

Silly tart. Who does he think
he is? Poncing about!

Jackson's just a tomcat.
He'd try it on with anything in skirts.

I think he‘d try it on with ANYTHING.
Still, he has his uses.

- Have you drafted those cables yet?
- Yes, Mr Rafiel.

Send them.

Morning!

- Oh, good morning, Major.
- Read today's paper?

That's to say from
a day or two ago, you know.

- May I?
- Oh, do!

Thank you.

Mind you, I've never seen you
with a paper in your hand, have I?

Well, why should you?

What a lot of tosh!

Man here talking about Kenya
as if it was Kensington.

- Thoroughgoing BF if you ask me.
- Oh.

It's not too much for you,
is it, all this?

Yes, darling, it's a terrible strain(!)

Seriously, as long as we have
time to do this, it's a dream.

Good.

Good Lord! Come on,
we haven't got time to do this!

See that?

Albino leopard.
The ghost panther.

- Beautiful, eh?
- Oh, yes indeed. Yes.

I was a week up on the veldt
after one like that.

Never caught up with him.

Now, this one, you see,
is more ordinary but I DID get him.

- Oh, well done.
- Did I ever tell you about that one?

Cost me an eye, you know.
Did I tell you about that?

- No, Major. I'm quite sure you didn't.
- No? Really?

Well, uhm... As a matter of fact,
it was the winter of '28.

I... Well, I suppose
it was '29 before we got going.

It was an impromptu sort of venture.

Did I tell you about Dusty Ansell?
The most wonderful shot.

He could shoot his initial
"A" into anything at all

with six shots with his revolver.

Mind you, he played tennis
like a dead hippo...

- Accounts.
- Yes, sir.

We're supposed
to be running a hotel, woman.

That old boy's been monopolising
Miss Marple rather a lot.

Mm.

- I hope he‘ll fit in.
- More the Brighton guest house type.

I'm retired twice, you know.
Twice, d'you see?

Really? How interesting.

Yes, once from the Army
and once from the Colonial Police.

Talking of which, I...

I'm not here just on holiday.
Oh, no.

On business.

Unfinished business.

People've got away with things.

Shut up, man!

Justice has not been done.

Oh, Lord, he's started
on one of his murder stories again.

Sorry.

Everyone thought, you see,
that it was all above board.

People don't investigate the deaths

of people who they think
are due to die anyway.

Know what I mean?

Oh, yes indeed.

- Regular Lucrezia Borgia.
- Yes, it sounds like it.

- And she's here on the island.
- Really?

- And I tell you what...
- Yes?

That's not the only fishy business
which happened in these parts.

Really?

That’s one of the reasons why I’m here.
I thought I’d have a bit of a nose around.

[laughing]

Nothing much in that, you might say.
Neurotic woman, did herself in.

But a year or so later, this doctor
was swapping yarns with a colleague

who came up with a similar story.

Snap! A husband utterly shattered
by his wife's attempted suicide,

and then, a couple of weeks later,
she succeeded in doing herself in.

Now, this is the interesting bit.

One of them had got
a photograph of the husband.

He happened to be in the background
of a shrub the doctor was snapping,

so they were able
to corroborate the stories.

He'd changed his name but in both
cases, you see, it was the same man.

I managed to get that photograph.
Like to see the picture of a killer?

Yes, that'd be very interesting.

But of course a wounded buffalo
is the most dangerous of the lot.

They try to ambush you.

Make a straight path through the bush
and then they double back. Ah!

The great quartet!
How are you?

- Any chance of a cup of coffee, Tim?
- Right away.

- I'll do it.
- You sure?

I'd rather.
No good at figures. Brain of a pea.

Hello! The great quartet, eh?
Is it another expedition today?

Something like that.

I'm used to bigger stuff,
myself, you know.

Yes. Yes, of course.

This lot, you know,
they collect creepy crawlies

and write them up for learned journals,
the National Geographic.

No, not the Geographic.
Besides, Ed here does all the work.

- That sort of thing.
- I just pay for everything.

We have a ball.

I just love bivouacking.

- I got two species named after me.
- Sub-species.

That's my gal!

♪

Come in.

Oh, hello, my dear.

I'll just fresh your water
and turn your bed down.

Oh, thank you very much.

- Enjoy your dinner.
- Thank you.

Good evening, Miss Marple.

Would you like anything special?
The food won't be what you're used to.

Oh, just different ingredients.

Enrico knows how to do a very fair
bread and butter pudding.

Does he, indeed? Most interesting.

Would you like him to do you one?

What? Oh, I see what you mean.

No, I'm very content with the food.
It's delicious.

You mustn't trouble yourself
on my behalf, Mr Kendal.

Thank you, Doc.

Make sure you check the strength
against the ones you had before.

Sure.

Good night, all.

How could you say that
with a straight face?

[all laughing]

Wasn't he brilliant?

Oh dear!

Ma'am.

- You tired, darling?
- Mm. I seem to be feeling my feet tonight.

We ARE making a go of it.

People aren‘t saying, "It isn‘t the same
as when the Sandersons were here."

There's bound to be someone,
but it doesn't matter.

Even if we're no better at the job
than them, we're more glamorous.

- We are that.
- No, we've got it taped.

You charm the old pussies

and make it look as if you'd like
to make love to those desperate wives

and I ogle the old men
who want to feel sexy.

Got it taped, I'd say.

So there we were, no ammunition,
the bearers had all scarpered.

Soaked to the skin and not even
a box of matches between us.

No grub.

Well, we had rusks.

You know the type of thing,
rather like a dog biscuit,

with the name sort of printed on,

ehm... Craxton and...
ehm... er... Fellowes, I think.

Never mind.
You can still get them at the Army & Navy.

- Anyway...
- Well, happily you survived.

What... are you going?

This is essentially a young person‘s
place and neither of us is young.

Good night, Major.
Good night.

Good night, ma'am.

I daresay it is 2.30 here
but it's also 7.30 at home.

Very annoying when one can't sleep.

[WOMAN LAUGHS]

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Come in.

Oh.

Oh, thank you.

- You done your curtains.
- Yes, yes, I have.

- Victoria, isn't it?
- That's right. How do you know that?

I asked.

- Where do you live?
- In a village up Highway 1A.

I live in a village
and I must admit that...

It was very kind of Raymond,
my nephew, to arrange this holiday for me.

I've been ill, you see.
But it is just a little bit dull.

Plenty happens in a village.
Always something.

Ah, that's just my point.
There's always something.

...She's a devil. My aunty says
she has long hair to hide her horns!

We have one in our village.
Her name is Mrs Price-Ridley.

I mustn't keep you from your work.

Give my regards to your aunty.
She sounds such fun.

Would you like to meet...?
I must go.

- Have a good day.
- Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Molly, my dear.

Is anything the matter?

It's Major Palgrave...
He died in the night.

I'II lodge the death certificate
with the authorities.

If you could arrange to have his personal
stuff taken over to Government House.

Yes, of course.

By the way,
is there anyone back home you know

that Government House should contact?

He seemed to be on his own.
He did latch on to one of our old ladies.

She might know.
He talked enough.

It's horrid having a death here.

It makes everyone depressed.

Of course, he was quite old.

Well, he seemed quite healthy.

He had high blood pressure.

Oh, yes, he did take pills.

He told me they were vitamins,

but gentlemen can be
vain about their health.

He probably forgot to take them.

And he was drinking.

Yes.
Yes, he was...drinking.

It's bad luck on the old boy,

though people can't live for ever,
can they?

It's terribly worrying...
for Tim and I, I mean.

People might start
saying it's the food.

- Oh, but surely...
- Yes, I know.

People do say things.
You know what they're like.

We've put everything
we've got into this place.

Pack his stuff up into a suitcase,
please, Victoria.

- I‘ll get it to Government House.
- Right, Mr Kendal.

What happened to him?

Dr Grahame says it was his heart.
Cardiac something or other.

You're a renaissance man.

You are an artist,
you're a scientist.

I admire that, I always have!

Greg, please.

I'm just a man who's lucky enough
to have a little bit of money, that's all.

It's just chance,
a gift from the gods.

A gift is a gift,
I've always thought.

Whether it's a skill,
or one's circumstances.

Even the ability to make something
of it is... in its way, that's a gift.

You're a philosopher too.

Eduardo, you are too much.

If you're coming to this funeral you two,
you'd better get changed.

What a joke.
Didn't like the guy anyway.

What're you trying to do,
impress the natives?

Why does he talk like that about me?
Why does he do it?

Because he hates you,
it's quite simple.

♪ Onward, Christian soldiers

♪ Marching as to war

♪ With the cross of Jesus

♪ Going on before ♪

May the souls of the faithful
departed through the mercy of God

rest in peace.

Amen.

- Oh...
- Oh, Miss Marple.

- Dr Grahame, may I ask a favour?
- Oh, please do.

Well, we were discussing nephews
and nieces, the Major and I,

and I showed him a picture
of one of my nephews,

- a dear boy, not a boy any more.
- Of course!

We were interrupted
and he never gave it back.

He was putting his own
photographs into his wallet.

I'll look for it.
His personal effects are still at the hospital.

Oh, that is kind of you. Thank you.

A lonely life, I think,
the Major's, you know.

A life, not unpleasantly
spent among people,

and not an unpleasant way
to end one's days.

- Yes.
- His death was very sudden, you know.

No warning at all.
I was with him a lot.

Not a hint.

Can I give you a lift?

No thank you, I think I'll walk.

It's quite a distance.

No, I should prefer to walk.
Thank you, so much.

You can't move without some
old hen getting under your feet.

Why do they come here?

- Where do you suggest they go?
- Torquay.

Or Bournemouth.
Or Llandrindod Wells.

Some old-fashioned farmyard
where they can all cluck together.

- Oh, Miss Marple...
- Oh, Victoria.

- Did I leave the fan on in my room?
- No, nothing like that.

- It's my half day, you see, and...
- Yes?

My aunty would like
to chat to you about England.

So would I.

Would you like to see my village?

I'd like it very much.

Thank you very much.

Welcome!
Welcome to my island.

Oh, thank you very much.

What a pretty place!

Oh, and the roses!
Aren't they lovely?

I wish I knew what kind they are.

It's the smell of the leaves.
Oh, I've forgotten the name!

But I do know
that it's Persian and very old.

From Persia?! That's wonderful!

Xora, come.
And this too, xora. Come.

- Look, guava.
- Oh.

Grapefruit.

And through there, banana palm.

Oh.

Oh, do you know,
when I was a little girl,

I used to think the Garden of Eden
must have been just like this.

- Ah.
- Well, I was absolutely right.

Heavens, you must be just
about fainting for a cup of tea.

Between you and me, you know,
Mrs Kendal has something to prove.

- Really? To whom?
- To her family.

They're Iordly people
from Lancashire, Great Britain.

They got a great big house there.
Peacocks. Responsibilities.

They used to own a plantation house
here in Barbados.

But how I really know
is from my sister.

She lives over there - in Stockport.
I visited her once.

Do you know Stockport?

No, no. I can't say I do, really.

Hm. No, it didn‘t catch on
with me somehow.

Anyway, my sister know one
of the cooks who work for the family.

They like to use Bajan people.

And does Molly's family
not approve of Tim? Is that it?

No, I don't think so.

There was a young man before him,
you know, she was mad for.

The family disapproved of HIM.
Wouldn't let him near the place.

There were scenes.

Then Mr Kendal came along.

He wasn't the Duke of Edinburgh

but they say he was
a big improvement on this other fellow!

Another slice?

This is sheer greed, of course,
but it's so delicious!

Thank you.

Are you going in
for your dip now, Mr Rafiel?

It's half past ten.

I'm not tied
by the nose to a clock.

"Do this on the hour."
"Take your pills."

What is all this?

Have you phoned the estate agent?

Not yet. You said,
"Some time this morning."

Well, go and do it!

I brought you here to work, not to lie
all day in the sun showing off your figure.

Yes, Mr Rafiel.
Shall I do it now?

Oh, no, you don't. I might want
to go for a swim in a minute.

Knitting!

- You can't invite guests to tea.
- She was lonely.

I daresay, but it's still not on.

All right, Victoria.

Yes, Victoria, what is it?

It's the old Major gentleman
who died in his sleep.

What about him?

Well, Mrs Kendal, ma'am, those pills
weren't never there beforehand

but they sure
was there afterwards.

Victoria, what are you
talking about?

..The sum of £4,000 to be placed
in the current account number one,

that's four-zero-seven-six-five-four

and used for the purchase
of the island property

for which I'm negotiating
with a Florida real estate broker.

Oh!

He's appallingly rude.

He must be rich
or no-one would put up with it.

Immensely rich. Self-made.

He was brought up in an orphanage
in Peckham, as he'll probably tell you.

How old is he?

No-one knows. People've been
expecting him to die for years!

He says he hates hotels.
He's looking for an island to buy.

Told us last week he'd found one.

..As it is my intention to spend
Christmas Day on my own island...

You must know this place well
and have many exciting adventures.

Nothing worse than insect bites.

Oh. The Major was bitten by a snake.
He had so many interesting stories.

Palgrave was a gold standard bore.

He should have
looked after himself properly.

The doctors gave me up years ago,
but I've got my own rules of health

and I keep to them.
And here I am.

He had high blood pressure.

Nonsense!

He did. He took pills for it.

He told me there was nothing
wrong with him in that line.

- Did he?
- Yes, he did.

He was probably boasting.
Gentlemen do, I've noticed.

If Victoria goes around talking...

Perhaps we ought to mention it.

I hope you told her
not to start rumours.

- Did you talk to her about the tea party?
- Yes. She understood.

This is a bore. I thought all the questions
had been asked and answered.

You're probably right.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Do you have a minute?

Yes.

Do you know Victoria Johnson?

I can't say that I...

Oh, is she one of old
Aunty Johnson's clan?

- Yes. Works for you.
- Yes. That's her.

Are you all right, darling?

Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

Victoria told Molly some
story about Palgrave's pills.

We thought we ought
to tell you just in case.

I see.

It sounds idiotic, but Victoria
seems to have got it into her head

that somebody put poison
into Major Palgrave‘s tablet bottle.

What was the name of the stuff?

Why should she get this idea?
Did she see anyone?

I don't know.
What was the name of the stuff?

Darling?

Sorry.

Well, Victoria said there was a bottle
on his bathroom shelf labelled Tetra...Tet …

Tetrauwolfide. There would be.

If he had high blood pressure,
he'd be taking it regularly.

- She hadn't seen it there before.
- Oh? Is she that observant?

She's got curiosity,
wouldn't you say, Tim?

Yes, she's pretty bright.

She said there were lots of things
on his bathroom shelf, the normal things,

but this one she said didn't appear
until the morning he was found dead.

You see?

Very well.
I'll go and talk to her.

Excuse me.

I'm afraid I can't find
your snap, Miss Marple.

Oh.

- I turned out everything.
- Oh, I'm sure.

Oh, that is sad. Well, never mind.

Don’t fuss, woman!
I’m all right.

Don't fuss, woman!

The other snaps were there, were they?
The albino leopard and the buffalo?

Yes, they were. I'm sorry.

Oh, no. Thank you.

He had such a repertoire of stories,
mostly murder cases.

He had been in the Colonial Police.

One can't imagine him
being a very effective policeman

but he had a certain zest for life.

I was most surprised
that he died when he did.

I daresay. Excuse me.

Oh, yes. Certainly.

I'll be all right.

Go and talk to that
real estate agent, will you?

- Oh, good...
- I'll look after him. All right?

- Oh, Mr Kendal?
- Hello.

How lucky.
I have to phone Miami.

Oh, you'll need the office.
I'II open it up for you.

Thanks.

- Oh, Dr Grahame.
- Yes?

I must admit that...
well, that snap of my nephew

that Major Palgrave failed to return,
I'm afraid there was no such thing.

I made it up.
I lied to you. It was disgraceful.

You made it up? Why?

Well, Major Palgrave
was about to show me a photograph

which he said
was a picture of a murderer.

I wish I'd paid more attention.

I thought this was just
another of the Major's stories.

Something happened.
The Major saw somebody.

He hid the photograph
and changed the subject.

Did you believe the Major's story?

I don't really know whether
I did or not at the time.

The next day he died.
And the snapshot disappeared.

[TAPPING OF TYPEWRITER KEYS]

[PHONE RINGS]

Yes?

By all means.
Show him in.

Thank you.

Grahame!

Unexpected pleasure.

Thank you, Napier.

I hope you'll think so when
you've heard what I have to say.

- Oh, Miss Marple.
- What?

You mustn't mind Mr. Rafiel,
I hope you don't.

Oh I don't,
he's old and he's ill.

I know how
frustrating that can feel.

Oh no, I make allowances.

He doesn't know
what to make of you.

Well, perhaps not.

Exhumation is a palaver and you
seem to have very little to go on.

Yes, I know. A bottle of tablets
where they shouldn't have been.

But digging the fellow up...
Are you sure?

I'm afraid so.

We haven't had a funny death
in the white community for...

Are you sure?
There's the police, the sexton...

Yes, I suppose you are.

Oh, what a pile-up.

Could you get me Inspector Weston?

- He's a good chap - Weston.
- I agree.

Better than the average
British inspector at his level.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

- Good morning, Inspector.
- Good morning.

- Weston.
- Doctor Grahame.

Please, be seated.

So what can I do for you gentlemen?

Uhm...
We want to dig up a body.

Quite.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Come in.

Oh my dear,
what a nice surprise.

You left your knitting needle.

Oh, wherever did you find it?

- By your chair, on the beach.
- Oh, thank you so much.

Well do come and sit down.

Well now my dear,
how are you?

Oh, I don't know.
It's all this gossip, I simply hate it.

I just wish people would
mind their own business.

You know, the latest thing
is Edward Hillingdon and Lucky Dyson...

well even if it is true,
it's all so malicious.

Makes me cross.

And is it true that Greg Dyson
was once married to Lucky's cousin?

Yes.

When her cousin died,
Greg married Lucky very soon afterwards.

People didn't think it was decent.

No, I don't suppose they did.

Well when did all this happen?

About the time
I came to work for Mr. Rafiel, 1948.

They were all in St. Kitts at the time.

Oh, how very interesting, yes.

And was Mr. Jackson
working for Mr. Rafiel at this time?

No, he came in 1951.

He's very useful to Mr. Rafiel, of course.
Very competent.

Yes, I daresay that he does
put me in mind of a young man

in our local town Clark's office -
Jonas Griffiths.

I'm afraid he wasn't very satisfactory.

He snooped.

You weren't born yesterday,
were you, Miss Marple.

I fear not.

Hold it right there, little lady.

I'll change my aftershave,
I promise.

- I'm so sorry, Mr Dyson.
- Mr Dyson!

That's very formal for a man
you almost skewered.

Where I come from,
skewering is more personal.

OK... Greg.

That's better.

Why don't you and me
go and get ourselves a little drink?

You've already had one.

And, besides,
I've got work to do.

I hope that husband of yours
appreciates the kind of deal he's got.

I see to it that he does.

Because if he doesn't...

What's the matter, darling?

Bloody Greg Dyson,
making a pass at me again.

Why did I bring that through?

- I'll take it back for you.
- Thanks.

Oh, Tim...

Things will get back to normal,
won't they?

Oh, yes, of course.

We were so happy.

It was all such fun.

And now I feel nothing's been right
since that old Major died.

That'll all be sorted out.
Don't you worry.

Fix yourself a drink while I take
this back. And have a sit down.

- I think I might.
- I shan't be long.

We'll serve supper
half-cut tonight, eh? The pair of us.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Oh, it's you, Evelyn.

I wanted to book a call to England.

I promised to tell the boys how
we were getting on. I'll come back.

Are you all right?

Of course I'm all right.

My God, why does everyone
keep asking me if I'm all right?

Is something wrong with me?

What are you trying to tell me?

Is something wrong with me?

What are you trying to say?

Molly, I...

Molly!

Evening, Mr Dyson, sir.

Who's there?

Victoria!

What do you want?

I bring you this, sir.

It's mine.
Where did you find it?

I found them where they was put.

What?

In the gentleman's room
where they was put.

They were taken from your room
and that's where they was put.

I know. I saw.

The gentleman
which died just now.

What?

Know my way? The gentleman
which don't lie so easy in his grave.

Time to change for dinner…

Sugar!

You say that you feel
you're being watched,

as if somebody hates you
but you don't know who it is.

Yes. Yes, but...

How long has this been going on?

I don't know.

You suddenly find yourself feeling
like that, don't you? You know.

- There've been other things.
- What sort of things?

Times I can't account for.

You mean you can't
remember what happened?

Yes.

I'm in a different place
from where I remember.

Sometimes I've changed my clothes.

People tell me I've said things
and I don't remember saying them.

Last week I found myself in Spaightstown

and I don't know how I'd got there.

Molly, you MUST talk to someone.

A doctor might
give you reassurance.

No, not a doctor.

I won't have a doctor
telling me what's what.

I know what doctors can do.

Good gracious,
it's getting frightfully late.

It's lovely of you
to tell me about yourself

but I really must go
and help Tim in the dining room.

Just about now...
might be a good time for a dance.

I might have
a dance or two left in me.

Ha-ha-ha!

Come on!

Oh, yes!

How's it going?

- Winning.
- Good.

Hello. Where are you off to?

I'm going for a breath of air.

- Come and have a drink later.
-All right. I will.

What's the matter with you?
Pull yourself together.

I'm not agreeing to anything
unless you tell me what's going on.

I can't.

I was never in love with her.

I know that.
That's what makes it so despicable.

Evelyn, Edward, how was your meal?

Very good as usual, thanks, Tim.

Good. Have you seen Molly?

She went for a stroll.

She promised me a dance.

- I‘ll find her for you.
- I'LL go and find her.

Edward's a bit explosive tonight.

He's probably the only one
of your guests who works too hard.

Because we're out here
on Greg's money,

he feels guilty if he isn't
always working at something.

Sit down, Tim.
I want to talk to you about Molly.

What about her?
DANCE TUNE COMES TO AN END

Molly!

[SOBBING]

Tim...

Darling...

Something's happened.

Excuse me, please.

I'm sorry. She's yours.

Thank you, Doctor.

I came over as soon as I heard.

Thank you.

I won't interfere. I just don't want
your authority to be disregarded.

No danger of that.

No, no, quite. Only it's...
having happened HERE, if you...

I've got the Crown on my cap badge,
Mr Napier. Good of you to come.

You can help me in one way.
I'll need an incident room here.

I'II introduce you to Tim Kendal.

Will this do?
I can get it cleared up in the morning.

If you need the telephone,
I can unlock the connecting door.

- Thank you.
- I'm glad to be of help.

I need to speak to Mrs Kendal.

You can't talk to her tonight.

- Why?
- She's asleep. She's sedated.

Mrs Hillingdon's with her.

I'm not sure you understand.
She's been through a terrible ordeal.

She's a sensitive girl.

Who sedated her?

I did.

That was unfortunate.
I'II speak to her tomorrow.

If Dr Grahame agrees.

Very well. Thank you.

Oi!

- Oi! Whatsername?
- Miss something... Marple?

Miss Marple! Oi!

Are you addressing me?

I wasn't calling the cat!

I want to talk to you.

Please.

I made a mistake about you.
Off with you.

Go on.

I don't often make mistakes.

There's more to you
than I thought there was.

Excuse me. I can't get up.

You've got a line
on all this, haven't you?

Yes.

That girl who was stabbed tonight
and the rumours about old Palgrave,

what happened to him.
You think they're connected?

- Yes.
- How?

Mr Rafiel, it is now 11 o'clock
at night, which is fine for you,

but it is 4 o'clock
in the morning in England.

Tomorrow morning then.

- Very well.
- Good.

And don't start knitting on me.

I hate women knitting.

So after Victoria
gave you back the bottle of pills,

you returned
to your cottage to change.

You and your wife
were there together,

until you went over to dinner -

where you remained
until the discovery of the murder.

That is 100 percent correct.

Very well, sir.

We'll get it typed up
and have you sign it later.

Boy, you do a real good job.

I still get time for my swim.

Good morning, Miss Marple.

He's in a good mood today.
I don't know why.

The place is in chaos.
We're not to leave the hotel grounds.

Really?

Stop bellyaching and get to work!

I think that means he'd like me
to leave you to speak to him alone.

You think Major Palgrave
was done in?

- I very much fear so.
- That's what the police fear.

- They've 'ad 'im dug up.
- Really?

- Don't you want to know why?
- Well, yes, indeed.

Because the bottle of tablets
found in his room -

blood pressure tablets - wasn't 'is.

- And whose were they?
- Dyson's.

I see.
Well, how do you know all this?

I had a word with the Administrator.

He wants this matter cleared up.

Last thing he wants is limelight.

He might have to make a report.
He might even have to do some work!

The question is why would anyone
want to kill a boring old fool like Palgrave?

Because the day before he died,

he thought he'd identified
a murderer - here, in the hotel.

Thank you, Mr Dyson.

- That about all?
- Almost all.

Why do you think Victoria gave
you back that pill bottle personally?

She thought I might
give her some money.

Why?

Thought I'd be worried about them
being found in a dead man's room.

But you say that she implied

she knew who had put the pills
in Major Palgrave‘s room.

Uh-huh.

So surely you can't be implicated?

- No.
- Unless you put them there.

Inspector, I'm trying
to be cooperative in this case.

So just hold up
on the stupid remarks.

Did you know that Major Palgrave
was once in the Colonial Police?

No.

Ever been to St Kitts or Nevis,
Mr Dyson?

Yes.

They're beautiful islands, I believe.
Were you there on one of your expeditions?

Yes.

Ed Hillingdon found a new butterfly,
sub-species of Pelleus Limpida.

It's sub-species
Pelleus Limpida Dysonii now.

He named it after me.

Congratulations. When was this?

- 1948.
- I see.

Now what exactly
is it that you DO see?

Major Palgrave was seconded
to the St Kitts Nevis force from 1947 to 1950.

That's all.
I'm sure it's not important.

This doesn't make sense.

How could Palgrave be sure
just from that one old snapshot?

He couldn't be sure but he
could've studied it later and made sure.

The point is,
Major Palgrave was on my left.

Whoever he saw,
he saw over my right shoulder.

Who does that include?

The Hillingdons,
the Dysons, possibly Jackson.

Is that all?

- Well, possibly yourself.
- Don't be like that.

It still doesn't make sense.

Why did Palgrave wait until then
before identifying the bloke?

Presumably he'd seen him
waltzing around for nearly a week!

He may not have looked
at that photograph for years.

It was the story that counted.

He looked at it and there
was something familiar about it,

then he looked up and saw
the same face coming towards him.

Even supposing our bloke
was the murderer, he'd laugh it off.

There's no evidence.

An old snap and a spot of gossip.
He'd laugh it off.

There'd be no need
to murder the old sleeping tablet.

- There might be a very powerful motive if...
- If?

- If there was going to be another murder.
- There's already been one.

No, I mean ANOTHER murder.

How many do you want?

The Major might have been
a disastrous nuisance,

if he kept on telling people
about a previous similar murder.

To what?

He told me about a man whose wife
died in suspicious circumstances.

Oh, I see!

Well, I hope you do because you're
the only one who can prevent it happening.

Me?

People listen to you.

They'd think I was
an old lady imagining things.

To hear your usual line of talk,
anyone would think you had knitting for brains.

You have a logical mind,

plus a sense of judgment
and proportion.

I like that.

I'm beginning to find you quite interesting.

Are you?

Right, let's not waste time.
Who are we looking at?

My fellow, Jackson.

Greg Dyson and this bloke,
Edward Hillingdon.

It's got to be one of them,
hasn't it?

Oh... I see.

Yes. I wonder.

What?!

Itjust occurred to me
that I might be wrong.

Don't let me down. I have you
marked down as possessing brains.

I'm sure about the murder,
but the murderer...

What about him?

- That's just the point.
- What is?

It might not be a him.
It might be a her.

What?!

One never really
listened to the Major

but I have a nagging memory
that he referred to Lucrezia Borgia,

whom I presume
he realised was female.

Knitting!

Do YOU remember any of his stories?

Not a word.

But I wasn't daft enough
to listen in the first place.

Ask her.

Ask me what?

About Palgrave‘s stories.
Did he tell you one about a murderer?

Yes. I didn't listen much.
They were rather boring.

One about a lion went on for ever!

- What about the murderer?
- I think he said he'd met one.

Yes?

He talked about Lucrezia Borgia
and poison being a woman's weapon.

- I don't really remember.
- Where are you going?

You give me too much to think about
to bother with that sort of thing.

That's what I like to see in a woman,
loaded with common sense.

I wonder very much sometimes
whether I am.

So it's back to square one.

Well, hardly that.

Major Palgrave was poisoned
and it may have been a woman.

There are further suspects, that's all.

No. This is just
old-fashioned plain and purl.

Dunno if a hubby's going to bump off
the missus or arse-about-face.

It won't do!

Knitted porridge. Sorry.

- Then you won't help?
- How can I?

I know this must
seem unbelievable to you

but may I draw your attention

to the fact that two people who
should be alive are now dead.

Good day.

I went along the balustrade
almost as far as the arch and called.

She doesn't usually go far.

How do you know, Mr Hillingdon?

Molly is very pretty.
You notice where she is.

She goes for a stroll
after she's finished with dinner

and she doesn't usually
seem to be gone long.

I see.

Go on.

Well, she didn't reply,

so I set off up the beach,
in the wrong direction as it happens.

Have you been to St Kitts?

Yes!
I found a Pelleus sub-species there.

- In the company of Mr Dyson and his wife?
- Yes.

- Which wife?
- What? I'm sorry. I don't understand.

Mr Dyson's first wife who died,
or his present wife?

Oh, THAT'S what you mean.

Ehm... I suppose... when we first
went there... Mary was... uhm...

would've been still alive.
Yes.

She was very ill.

Lucky was nursing her... by then.
Wasn't she?

Yes, she would've been.

- What did the first Mrs Dyson die of?
- Cancer.

- You're sure of that?
- Of course! What do you mean?

Just my curiosity.

We'll type up your statement,
Mr Hillingdon.

If you could drop by later to sign it?

Oh, Mr Hillingdon,
how long after Mrs Dyson's death

did Mr Dyson marry his present wife?

I don't know. Uhm...
I forget. Some months.

Some months. Thank you.

- Are you feeling better?
- I'm all right again.

I'm very glad to hear it.

Are you sure you're up to this, darling?

Yes, Tim. I am.

- Do you mind if we sit down?
- No.

Thank you.

Mrs Kendal, I'd like you to tell me
in as much detail as you can remember

what happened after you'd
done serving dinner last night.

He asked me about St Kitts.

Well?

Did he ask you about Mary's death?

- Did he?
- Yes.

Well?

At least he didn't
ask you about Lucky.

- You knew about it from the start?
- Of course.

The boys' home
is more important than my feelings.

- What about Greg?
- He knows.

Even if he pretends he doesn't.

What are you going to do?

What are YOU going to do?

I think I knew she was dead.

Because when I tried to lift her,
she wasn't quite warm enough,

if you know what I mean.

I called for help,

but the music was still playing.

I couldn't lift her

so I put my arms underneath her.

I remember being surprised
at feeling something so... hard.

I think I thought it was part of her belt.

But... when I lifted her,
I realized it wasn't.

It was the knife.

I was lifting her on the knife
that was sticking in her.

And then it came out.

I don't remember anything else.

What sort of knife was it?

You HAVE got it, haven't you?

You haven't lost it?
It's very important.

No, we haven't lost it.
I wanted you to describe it.

It was... small.
Like a kitchen knife.

I wasn't looking at it!

All right.

We think Victoria was killed

because she saw someone
in Major Palgrave‘s bungalow,

someone who shouldn't
have been there.

Major Palgrave?

Did Victoria tell you about
seeing someone in his cottage?

No.

I don't understand.

What's this got to do...?

He's dead.

I never liked him,
even if he was half-blind.

Common little man.

Now he's going to ruin us.

Everybody'll be booking out.

They'll say it's the food.

Dr Grahame, you will tell everyone

it's not our fault, won't you?

You will tell them it's not the food?

The stabbing is consistent with this.

It's sharp but not VERY sharp.

We find a very ragged wound
opening up the carotid artery,

and then a fairly crude puncture

to penetrate below the ribs
to the aortic chamber.

Most of the damage was done to the
thorax when it was ripped out again.

Your chaps have taken some
perfectly satisfactory photographs.

Thank you.

Would a woman be strong enough
to inflict these wounds?

Oh, sure,
if she was reasonably fit.

Thank you.

And what about Major Palgrave?
Did you find anything?

Yes.

Most interesting.

What put you on to it?

Dr Grahame wasn't happy

and a bottle of pills
appeared where they shouldn't have.

It was clever of him to have smelt a rat.

The old chap was poisoned.

Yet it would have looked just like
excessive alcohol and cardiac infarction.

Very neat.

We believe that
Major Palgrave had evidence

proving that Mr Dyson's first wife
didn't die of natural causes.

What is a natural death?

Have you ever nursed
someone dying of cancer?

What is this? Some kind of threat?

I don't make threats, Mrs Dyson.
I follow lines of enquiry.

One of them is your husband
stood to inherit his wife's fortune,

that you and he, knowing his
wife's doctor was incompetent,

conspired to disguise her illness as fatal.

Who told you this?

Why don't you bring them here and let them
try and tell me this crap to my face?

Have you any idea of the filth
of someone who's dying like that?

The only help you've got is a doctor
who's out of his head permanently.

And Greg was useless.

He couldn't believe
life was doing this to him.

Mary was his bright angel.
She could do no wrong in his eyes,

except for this,
except die like this.

Now, if you're asking me
if I administered

a fatal amount of morphine
to Mary the day she died,

I'll give you an answer.

I'd like that, Mrs Dyson.

Did you?

Inspector, I neither know nor care.

Her liver and kidneys were going.

She weighed about... 80 pounds.

She was yellow with it.

And quite frankly,
I couldn't stand her pain,

so I don't know
what she was doing with it.

She looked peaceful
for the few hours before she went.

And if you want to prosecute me
for bringing that about,

then you're welcome
because I'm proud of it.

No. I don't think
I want to do that, Mrs Dyson.

- I promised Tim I'd be with Molly.
- Yes, that will be a comfort to her.

He says he doesn't want her
dwelling on things.

Which is what she should do -

- talk about it.
- Oh, yes.

What HAVE you been saying to them?

Who?

The police. Who do you think?

They‘ve been grilling me
as if I murdered Mary.

I said you were the reincarnation
of Florence Nightingale.

- So why do they think I killed her?
- God knows.

Perhaps they realised it had
to be the truth. You DID kill her.

Don't you ever let me
hear you say that again.

Why do you think I killed her?

I don't know.
Convenience, I should think.

- You dislike me so much?
- You lied to me, you tricked me!

I did not.

You got me to forge the signature
on the prescription.

- Yeah, oh I did that.
- Oh yes.

Her husband was
on the other side of the island,

probably drunk, probably.

- Mary was in pain, for God's sake.
- Those drugs killed her.

Yes.

I helped you to administer them,
you made me do that.

Yes, I wanted her to die.

You weren't nursing her,
you don't know what it was like.

For convenience, as I said.

I loved Mary.
I couldn't stand her pain.

You once said
I made you feel free.

- You did.
- For a week or two.

Why do you think Greg's been
subsidising you all these years?

What?

Because I told him to.

I knew you didn't love me
and I've hated you for it.

I knew it after the first two
or three weeks we were together.

I knew you wouldn't leave Evelyn.
I had to think of some way to keep you.

Greg's a slob.

I knew I could control him.

What was that for?

Why did you do that?

- Because I hate myself.
- Why?

Why do you think?

Why haven’t you told me this before?

Oh, I've told you.
You haven't heard, that's all.

How did this happen?

How did I let you do this to me?

You implicate me in Mary's death.
You estrange me from Evelyn.

I've done everything for you.

You're not gonna leave me.

I won’t let you.

Oi!

Oi!

Good morning, Jackson.

Am I right in thinking the temperature
has moderated a little?

Don't be like that.
Where are you off to?

To Victoria's funeral.

I'm not at all sure that I can
join in, but I'll pay my respects.

- Good morning.
- No, no, none of that.

Hey!
I've decided that you are right.

I'm pleased to hear it.
Does that mean you'll speak to the police?

- Yes.
- I'II hear about it later on.

Some people would say thank you.

I've had to think quite a bit
before mentioning this to you.

- Why is that, Mr Rafiel?
- It wasn't my idea.

And the person who had it -
the idea, I mean -

is a little old lady
who knits and wears lace.

She also has a mind like a bacon slicer.

Why didn't she come to me herself?

She didn't think
you'd take her seriously.

- I might have.
- I doubt it. It's a good disguise.

She fooled me.

- Better have her name for the record.
- Miss Marple.

- What?
- Miss Marple.

Do you know if this lady comes
from a village called St Mary Mead?

Yeah.

Yeah, that rings a bell.

I think that's what she said.

Something like that.
How do you know?

She's been called the best
personality analyst in the world,

a ruthless forensic brain,

- but "mind like a bacon slicer" will do.
- What's this about?

Well...

when I was a young rookie
at Hendon Police College,

we were lectured
by Sir Henry Clithering

who was once head of CID at the Met.

- He often quoted Miss Marple.
- Why?

She‘s solved half a dozen cases,
real brain benders

Well, well, well! Huh!

The saucy old mare.

Why didn't she let on?

[DISTANT HYMN SINGING]

And now the spirit of the mother
rise up and enter the daughter.

- Victoria's youngest, Mary...
- ..the mother's spirit rest in peace.

She always had a bad chest.

SOLOIST: ♪ Abide with me

♪ Fast falls the eventide

♪ The darkness deepens... ♪

I didn't know Victoria was married.

Nothing official.

But he's a good man.

♪ When other helpers fail
and comforts flee... ♪

We put the whips in Victoria's hands.

- Oh, I see.
- God bless you.

♪ Help of the helpless

♪ O abide with me

♪ I need thy presence
every passing hour... ♪

Miss Marple. Inspector Weston.

I'm very pleased to meet you, ma'am.
I've heard so much about you.

Oh, that's very kind. Thank you.

They put a whip in each
of the dead's hands -

one mayama, one calabash -

so that the dead can punish
the person who caused their death

- on Nine Night.
- Nine Night?

On the ninth night after the death
a wake is held.

That's when the dead punish.

- Can you keep an eye on her?
- Of course.

- I'd need to know if there was any change.
- Yes.

Thank you.

Tim?

Right here.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

What happened?

Oh...

I'm privileged to be able to say Miss Marple
is seconded to my investigation.

I see.

Molly overdosed on sleeping tablets
but I don't think she wanted to die.

- Why not?
- She took far too few.

- But it was a serious gesture.
- Very serious.

She's in deep distress.
I've just been talking to Mrs Hillingdon.

It seems Molly confided in her.

I'm not an expert but it sounds
to me as if she's in the early stages

of paranoid psychosis.

A persecution mania?

If you like.

- Shouldn't she see a psychiatrist?
- Definitely.

Tim Kendal won't hear of it, of course.

He puts it down to overwork
setting this place up.

There may be some truth in that.

Any psychosis needs a trigger.

But the form it takes,
that needs investigation.

[LID DROPS INTO BASIN]

Oh!

Oh, good morning. I wish to renew
this book please, for some friends.

Good afternoon, Miss Marple.

Would you care for a cup of tea?

Thank you.
I was going to visit anyway.

Where have you been all the morning?

I thought you'd
have been sunning yourself.

- It's your last day, isn‘t it?
- Yes, it is.

I had to go down to Jamestown
library, as a matter of fact.

Why?

There was something I wanted
to check up on, a book I'd found.

Do you know who the murderer is yet?

I don't know.

It's quite clear in many ways,
and also quite impossible.

And there again,
there's the question of motive.

No motive. Oh, that's great.

What are you
standing there for, woman?

You got a dozen things to do.

- Why do you think I pay you?
- It's time for your green pills.

Go away.

That's better.

Now, where were we?

Have you heard
that the local Obiah man

has cast a spell
on Victoria's dead body?

Yes. A wake will be held
at her home tonight.

- What nonsense!
- I think it might be quite useful.

Mr Rafiel, I need some information.
You'll find it impertinent,

- but it is urgent and I apologise.
- Get on with it. What do you want?

What financial arrangement have
you made in the event of your death

relating to Esther and Mr Jackson?

Do you indeed?

If you need to know,
I suppose I'll have to tell you.

But this is most perplexing.

Neither of them
will benefit by your death?

Esther's very well paid.
She'll have a bit put by.

Jackson gets a rise well above
the cost of living every year.

I want them interested
in seeing that I live to be a hundred.

I see. Yes, I see.

Well, thank you.

I'm going to have a shower.
See you at dinner.

See you later.

Is there anything else
I can get you?

If there's anything you need,
just ask.

Greg seems to have hit a streak!

'Night.

- Hadn't you better go and work?
- No. No more of that.

- She'll be disappointed.
- She'll have to be.

So, what have you decided?

I've cleared our flights home.

- With the police?
- Yes.

What if they drag you back here?

I'll tell the truth.
It's the only solution.

It means you'd have to agree
to tell the boys the truth too.

I don't mind anything
as long as they know the truth

and they know
I'm where I am because I told it.

All right.

- You'll come back to England?
- Providing there are no strings.

None.

If there are no expectations, I'll come.

I‘ve lived with this
a long time for the boys' sake.

I've written you off.
It may remain like that.

I expect nothing.

Oh!

Mr Dyson!

Oh, you startled me.

Sorry, ma'am.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

Good luck, Mr Dyson.

What do you mean?

For the future, I suppose.
Good night.

'Night, ma'am.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Mr Jackson!

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Mr Rafiel's compliments,
but he thought you ought to know.

- Mrs Kendal's gone missing.
- Molly?

It's all right.
People are out looking for her now.

But there is just... one more thing.

Yes?

I overheard your conversation
with Mr Rafiel this afternoon.

- Did you indeed?
- I made sure I did.

- He didn't tell you the truth.
- Really?

- I've read his will, d'you see?
- Yes, I think I do.

He's left Esther Walters £55,000.

- Are you sure?
- Oh, yes.

Have you told anybody about this?

Yes. I told Esther.
I reckoned she had a right to know.

Why did Mr Rafiel lie to me?

He trusts nobody, not even you.
Not even Esther.

But then again, no more do I.

I suppose you could say
we're birds of a feather.

Mind you, it is genuine
about his will, I promise you.

I had a look at his papers.

Why are you telling me?

It sounded as if it mattered.

It does. That kind of money...

Mr Rafiel should have trusted me.

Do you reckon something
could have happened to Mrs Kendal?

Do you?

- Why d'you want to know what I think?
- Because you searched her bathroom.

Yes, I think something could
have happened to Mrs Kendal.

Quite a lot has happened
to her already.

I reckon she's an addict.

I've been around drugs for years.
I was trained, you see.

Well, I doubt
if she's really disappeared.

She's just taken
a little bus ticket to Shangri-Ia.

I've been preternaturally stupid.
His eyes!

What's going on?

Nemesis is on the march,
the Goddess of Retribution.

It is Nine Night.

You think you're Nemesis?

With your help,
I can be her instrument.

I've been very foolish.

The whole thing
was so simple.

There's no time to lose.

What help d'you want?

I should like Jackson with me and
he must do exactly what I tell him.

Jackson'll do anything for money.
Won't you, Jackson?

- What do you need him for?
- To prevent another murder. Jackson...

I've got something to tell you.

- I told somebody else about Esther's legacy.
- I thought you had.

Tim?

Tim, darling?

Oh, God, where are you?

Oh! You frightened me.

I must have dozed off.
Where have you been?

You didn't come swimming.
You promised.

I couldn't, honey.
I tried to tell you.

Where were you?

I've been swimming.

There was someone in the water.

There was someone
swimming there already.

And I didn't want to disturb them.

Disturb her?

My God!

She was swimming.

Swimming games.

Playing around.

I could see her roots.

Her hair.

She hadn't done her roots.

Why did she have to come swimming?

Spoiling our fun.

We could've had fun.

Why is there no more fun, Tim?

Where did it all go wrong?

Here, my darling.

Drink this.

What are you doing?
Leave him alone!

He's a murderer.

No.

No, no.

Tim, darling,

why are they saying
this about you?

What's happened?

It'll be all right.
I'll stand by you.

Has that silly child you married...?

For God's sake shut up, you bitch!
Do you want to get me hanged?

Shut your big ugly mouth!

Victoria did come for you tonight,
Mister, and she got you!

Major Palgrave had a false eye,
a glass eye.

He told me he'd lost
that eye in a hunting accident.

Oh, I've been unbelievably stupid!

So when you thought the old yawn
was staring over your right shoulder,

it was really his glass eye?

Just so.

And the good one was peering off
in an entirely different direction.

At Tim and Molly,
who were doing the accounts.

If only I'd listened!

And Victoria. What about her?

Victoria must have seen him
in the Major's cottage that night.

Perhaps he knew she'd seen him
and he thought she was dangerous.

As for Lucky, Tim Kendal had arranged
a swimming accident for his wife

on a midnight swim,

no doubt to prove to Molly that
romance hadn't deserted their life.

Tim Kendal didn’t realise that the raft

was a place of assignation
for Lucky and Edward Hillingdon.

Lucky went there,
wearing a costume similar to Molly’s.

Once he’d attacked her,
he had to go on.

Molly arrived to find
Lucky floating - dead.

It plunged her into that hysteria
which her husband had cultivated.

He’d abused her
with mind-changing drugs

and planted a book about
mental disorder in their cottage,

so that she’d find it
and believe he was worried about her.

Perhaps Molly will be all right.

To know your husband
meant to murder you

for another woman’s £55,000 -

poor child.

I’ve been very, very stupid.

Poor Major Palgrave told me
exactly what to expect.

A man who was distraught
at his wife’s attempted suicide,

then a while later
she would apparently succeed.

Well, I didn’t listen
and that’s that.

Here we are, Aunt Jane.

Tea's up.

Oh, thank you.

- Everything all right?
- Oh, yes.

Sorry about all this.

I missed it, you know.
I missed it very much